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I just read the latest Nostringscanholdme, and, ah, my heart!! I really want them to get Cody back. Do they manage to get Cody back without to much trouble?

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Staring at the teen in shock, Rex almost felt like he could either
sing or facepalm and curse.

Either
or would be an appropriate reaction right now really as the former
clone captain stared down at the frightened yet furious face of Caleb
Dume.

An
almost adult Caleb Dume with a little stubble and longish hair for
sure and therefore different and clearly the other had made an effort
to change himself but still recognizable to Rex despite Dume growing
up a since Rex last saw him.

But
Rex still recognized him as he held the other by the wrist to prevent
him from going for the blaster on his belt.

Not
that Dume really needed it.

‘But…’
Rex glanced towards the white armored men stomping around the market.
‘He can’t risk doing that here or now.’ Thinking quickly, Rex
jerked the teen closer and quickly pulled his ratty hood up. “Cane
my boy!” He announced loudly, outright trying to get attention as
he sent of a prayer of gratitude to Lamb for insisting that everyone
wore helmets or hoods for the milk run as they had come to call their
little supply runs. “Where’s that father of yours, he still owes
me quite a bit of credits?” He stated in a cheerful tone even as he
angled his face so the Imperial troopers couldn’t recognize his
face as one of their own.

He
mentally begged the kid to understand what was going on, already
seeing the clone troopers loose interest in the situation as Rex had
loudly announced what was going on.

Turquoise
blue eyes widened a bit in confused surprise before narrowing again.
“Yeah… he’s here… I guess.” He reluctantly stated and
considering Rex was supposedly collecting on a bet, that reluctance
and spite in the teen wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“Well,
I guess I’ll just have to tail you then around. Can’t get away
from debts owed you know kiddo,” He tacked on a short laugh,
keeping his arm around Dume as he started walking, half pulling the
kid along as he lowered his voice. “Please Dume, for the love of
the Force, play along, you don’t have to trust me but for both our
sake, play the kark along.” He whispered desperately, the crowd
around them and the wind covering up his voice for the most part.

Eyes
narrowed, Dume gritted his teeth but nodded, following reluctantly
and Rex could almost feel the killing intent in the boy.

Ugh
teen?

Kark,
natural borns sometimes confused him frankly and he was never quite
sure what age Dume was, just that he was General Depa’s little
padawan.

Guiding
him along quickly, Rex continued cheerfully telling ‘Cane’ about
all the things he was going to do with the money ‘Cane’s’
father owed him and considering the confused and almost amused
expression that sometimes broke out on Dume’s face when the street
lights illuminated his face, it was clear he knew this was a gimmick
by now.

Finally
they got towards the less traveled paths, leaving the troopers behind
with both of them glancing back and Rex carefully looking the alleys
and paths over.

Quickly
he pulled the Jedi into one of them and breathed out. “Jango’s
blood kid, what are you doing here? Do you know how close to the core
you are?” He whispered harshly, eyes slightly wide and whatever he
expected, that was not it as Dume blinked dumbly up at him, his long
hair fluttering slightly along with his hood.

But
let it never be said that Jedi younglings didn’t have spirit as he
squared himself up as best he could, the gangly teen becoming quite
tall as he was clearly going to get taller than Rex. “What’s it
to you, clone, would have thought you’d rat me out to the
others.” He stated bitterly, spite and anger in his voice.

Narrowing
his eyes in return, Rex let out a grumble before just grabbing Dume
by one of his big ears to make sure he didn’t escape while Rex was
busy.

The
teen yelped and tried to get away even as Rex held on with a
durasteel grip as he reached into his belt, Dume tensing up only to
turn confused when Rex pulled up a holo communicator. “What are
yo-”

“I’m
calling Master Plo,” He stated sternly before softening when he saw
sudden vulnerability bloom into Dume’s eyes. “Yeah… there are
others alive.” Rex stated a tad softer, putting in the memorized
code.

None
of the troopers had the Jedi’s code on their comms, all were to be
memorized, just in case.

For
safety.

Plo
picked up instantly, the Kel Dor going from relieved to disappointed
in seconds. “Captain, have you seen Obi-Wan?” The man wheezed out
before Rex could say anything. “We can’t find him.” Plo rubbed
his chest.

Letting
go off Dume, Rex entire focus fell on the Jedi master instead, his
heart thundering with sudden fear and suspicion. “No, he’s not
with me. Check if all the ships are still gathered, that none of the
smaller ships have been taken out. I’m coming back from the milk
run,” He glanced to Dume, finding him staring at the holo of Plo.
“And I’m bringing a guest with me that might turn into a
permanent resident depending.” He tacked on.

“You
suspect something.” Plo murmured before sighing and nodding in
confirmation, turning and calling for Shaak and captain Luver, that
they had to reach out to the ships

‘Please
cyare…don’t do what I think you might be doing.’ Rex pulled
Dume with him via his shoulder, hurrying to his transport shuttle
that he took down from Homebase, feeling like the devil was on his
heels as he ran.

Hi, Moddy. I love dociledoll and nostringscanholdme. Could we see more of Rex and Obi-wan with the renegade clones? Maybe some gentle scheming to get the two of them together, especially if there was some pining going on between them before the Republic fell? Thank you for all your hard work!

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It’s pure luck that saves Obi-Wan
from getting punched in the jaw, even if the Jedi doesn’t seem to
notice it when he jumps into Rex bed, his hair wild and eyes wide.
“Rexyouhavetoseethis!ItsCodyyougottaseethis!” The Jedi gasped
out, clearly having run all the way from his own quarters at the end
of the hallway.

Blinking
blearily,
his heart in his throat, Rex stared up at the man straddling his
waist, his mind slowly coming back onto track from
what he thought was an attack as he finally managed to clear his
throat and free himself from the covers so he can push himself up on
his elbows, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Repeat that one more time
Obi-Wan, slower and clearer please. Lights
forty percent.” He mumbled
out, voice husky from his sleep despite being fully awake from the
adrenaline still pumping through his veins as
dim light flooded his quarters.

Waking
a soldier like that was never good and Obi-Wan knew it, so what in
bloods oaths name was goi-

“I
know where Cody is.” Obi-Wan stated, clearly, voice excited yet
frightened at the same time, piercing through the fog of the battle
adrenaline as Rex caught the name of his vod.

Dropping
his hand sharply, he stared at the Jedi, eyes slightly wide before
lowering them as Obi-Wan hit play on his little recorder.

It
was a clip of Darth Vader, a part of Rex wondered why in kark Obi-Wan
had been watching that, it could trigger a panic attack but the
bigger part of him took notice of the man beside him, the trooper,
the commander.

Cody.

Wearing
the 501st
blue but sans his helmet, his face the picture of professionalism as
he followed Vader’s lead with his helmet under his arm as Vader and
his Fist of clone troopers subjugated yet another planet for the
Empire and tried to root out rebels.

Mouth
dry, Rex stared, unable to take his eyes off Cody.

Those
features that meet his everyday and yet so unfamiliar at the same
time.

It
wasn’t the first time he had seen a chipped trooper but it was the
first time it had punched him so wholly to see a friend because he
knew that Cody would never
follow Vader.

Cody,
for all his appearances, had a bleeding heart Rex liked to tease he
had gotten from Obi-Wan, Cody liked to help, he liked children.

And
he had adored his Jedi the same way Rex had adored Anakin Skywalker.

Not
Vader, but Skywalker.

Those
two weren’t the same, regardless if the looks of the man were there
still.

Something
unnatural and twisted had taken Rex Jedi away and left behind a
facsimile of the General Rex had known, a mocking likeness that
pissed on everything Anakin Skywalker had once held holy.

His
love, his desire for freedom, his disgust for slavers and slavery…

And
yet Vader was holding Rex’s brothers as his slaves via the biochips
in their brains.

Had
killed Padme Amidala, his wife.

And
the less said about what he had done to Obi-Wan, the better.

Slowly,
Rex managed to bring his eyes to Obi-Wan’s excited ones, his own
holding nothing but sadness before he shook his head. “Obi-Wan…
we can’t.” He whispered.  

Denial,
anger and then acceptance flooded Obi-Wan’s eyes in rapid
succession, prompting Rex to sit up more and hold his arms open to
the man, uncaring that he wasn’t wearing a shirt as he pulled the
other into his chest.

He
did flush a bit when he noticed Obi-Wan was only in one long tunic.

The
other had run through the hall in only his tunic…

‘I
hope the guards didn’t see him.’ Rex thought to himself even as
he held the other man to him, the barrier of their clothes and the
blanket being the only thing between them.

“Why?”
Obi-Wan whispered, his lips brushing the still bed warm skin of Rex
shoulder as he rested his head against it. “We know where he is, we
could… we could get him back.” He trembled against Rex, just one
of many survivors of the horror the Emperor had unleashed on them.

Resting
his chin on Obi-Wan’s head, Rex breathed out heavily. “I want to,
please believe me when I say I want to but Obi-Wan… this is a trap.
You know it’s a trap.” He stated sadly, wishing desperately that
he could do something to ease the pain the other surely was in as he
rubbed Obi-Wan’s back but
knowing that this was a trap as surely as Obi-Wan was warm in his
arms.

The
small holo projector slipped from Obi-Wan’s hold and onto the bed,
still playing the clip of Vader and Cody moving forward only to
repeat the sequences, the Jedi letting out a stifled little noise
before he hugged the other as tightly as he could, trembling into Rex
body.

Cursing
out Palpatine, the galaxy and Vader all at once, Rex simply held on,
wishing there was something he could do.

‘Why
is happiness so hard to get and
keep.’ He cursed bitterly
even as he smoothed his hands along Obi-Wan’s back.

Bonds of affection is cute. 😁 I wonder what the 212th and 501st think about the situation and Tex transferring. And I hope that Ani gets his answers, as long as he plays nice. He semestre decently reasonable in this au.

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Standing beside the General with his helmet tucked under his arm, Rex
gave Cody a slight nod as the vod finally closed the distance between
them, the man’s brow raised curiously as he glanced between his
General and his vod.

There were explanations
due and while Rex was a bit nervous about it, he knew that Obi-Wan
was even more nervous.

The last thing Obi-Wan
wanted was to give off the suggestion that he was taking advantage of
Rex.

Not that anyone would
believe that of the vode but who knew what natural born would think
when they heard, they could think gross and unnatural things in
regards to the Jedi they worked with sometimes Rex had come to learn.

He felt Obi-Wan’s
anxiety spike and with a soft sigh, he slipped in closer to gently
bump their shoulders together in a gentle move, awkwardly trying to
press some assurance through the bond but he was really not good with
things like this.

He would have to ask
someone for help, maybe Ahsoka?

He could ask Obi-Wan of
course but he sort of wanted to give the other a pleasant surprise,
something to make Obi-Wan smile and kiss him maybe?

That did sound very
appealing.

Finally the entire 212th
was gathered, Cody and Rex standing on each side of Obi-Wan, the
captain and commander flanking the general, fully in support despite
Cody knowing nothing about the situation.

Cody had of course tried
to get a read of Rex and Obi-Wan’s face, knowing both as well as he
did, but this was a harder situation to catch onto despite the
actions Rex had taken before this.

Clearing his throat,
Obi-Wan sent everyone a serene smile that showed none of the nerves
Rex could feel bubbling beneath his skin. “I’m happy to see
everyone so prompt to the summon and as we have a multitude of chores
and work to do today, I’ll make this as short as I can,” He
gestured to his right where Rex was standing. “As you can all see,
Captain Rex is with us today. There is…” Here the Jedi finally
trailed off.

The nerves were catching
up, anxiety coiling in him, ripping apart the Negotiator.

To everyone else, he
simply seemed ponderous but to Rex, who could feel the truth, he
could feel the absolute dread building in him, choking and killing
the words in his throat as soon as he thought of them.

Stepping forward, taking
the attention, Rex tilted his chin up and kept his shoulders squared.
“I’m transferred to the 212th. Permanently.” He
stated, calm, steady and only raising a brow when a soft mutter broke
out between the troopers.

But he could take the
curious looks as he felt Obi-Wan’s gratefulness well up inside of
their shared bond.

“Yes. Captain Rex will
be joining the 212th, this is due to a…” Obi-Wan
struggled once more.

Rex knew what he thought
of his own ability.

A liability, one he tried
to limit, one he did not approve of, one that he wanted gone.

Rex felt himself tighten,
his skin suddenly stretched too taunt across his own body as he
turned his head and glared at the man.

The man, not the Jedi, not
the General but the man that he had a bond to, the man he loved. “If
you call your ability a liability one more time, so help me by
Jango’s bones…” He hissed quietly though fully heard by the
rest of the 212th he was now a part of.

He could see Cody with his
head turned, his brows practically leaving his face even as
realization entered his eyes.

Yes, Cody certainly at the
very least suspected Obi-Wan’s ability.

Coloring, Obi-Wan cleared
his throat and rubbed his beard, opening his mouth once then closing
it as he continued stroking his chin. “…The ancient people of
Stewjon has an ability that some would consider…” He trailed off
again, Rex narrowed his eyes even further, obviously transmitting his
emotions through their bond as Obi-Wan shifted with discomfort.
“…Hindrance.” Rex let out an unhappy little growl and only Cody
timely stepping up a bit so he could eye the General saved Rex’s
riduur from the mild verbal lashing he wanted to unleash.

“Ability sir?” He
stated, a small smile curling his lips. “Might it have something
with why the 212th is so well tuned at working together
with you and I seem to have an innate ability to find you?” He
cocked his brows.

Laughing sheepishly,
Obi-Wan shifted, the nerves still running under his skin despite his
relaxed face. “Well, that is one way of saying it yes. My ancestors
could instigate bonds, it’s a defense mechanism, it helps in
creating clans so to speak and I may have… tied a few.” He
glanced furtively at Rex.

‘Enough bushwacking.’
Rex rolled his eyes, turning back to the rest of the 212th,
jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the Jedi. “He’s my riduur.
Anyone that has an issue with that can take it up with my foot. Echo
is now captain of the 501st, go bother him if you got
lovers over there, I’m done with all of you in that regards.” He
stated bluntly, smugly hearing Obi-Wan squeak and feel his pleasure
filled embarrassment curling through their bond as the 212th
started laughing and catcalling.

What happens next with that new ObiRex story?

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Lifting the tent flap and peeking in, Anakin paused as he found Rex
and Obi-Wan curled up in bed, the trooper resting on his back with
Obi-Wan curled up against his side with his head on Rex chest, the
latter clearly asleep with the former gently stroking the soft baby
hairs of Obi-Wan’s nape.

He
only briefly paused when Anakin stuck his head in before nodding.
“General.” He murmured calmly.

Hesitating,
Anakin glanced at his master then back at his captain, taking notice
of how outside of Rex’s armor and Obi-Wan’s boots and armor
pieces, both were fully dressed beneath the blanket.

“He
won’t wake, he’s too tired sir,” Rex stated when he noticed
where Anakin was looking. “I think we could bang pots and pans or
blasters by the tent and he’d sleep through it.” He tacked on,
glancing worriedly down at the man pressed to his chest.

Stepping
in, assured by Rex, Anakin frowned. “He’s that bad off?” He
murmured, still on the quieter side just in case.

Rex
shrugged as well as he could with obi-Wan on his chest. “He hasn’t
been sleeping properly for a week practically, what sleep he’s
managed to snag felt fragmented or uneasy at best.” The clone
captain explained quietly.

Rubbing
his chin, Anakin thoughtfully threw his mind back over Obi-Wan’s
tea.

Now
that Rex was saying it, he started to remember just how many cups of
caffeinated and mildly stimulating teas the other had been drinking.
“…Might want to check him for stims if you can get him to go to
Helix.” He finally murmured.

Rex
face tightened in displeasure but he nodded sharply, still rubbing
the soft hairs of Obi-Wan’s nape in a soothing, tender motion. “I’d
get up and salute you sir but if I move that much, he will wake,
regardless how tired he is.” He settled on, quieter now, obviously
in thought.

Glancing
around Obi-Wan’s tent, taking in the folded robe over a rickety
chair and the pads on the table along with an abandoned cup of tea,
Anakin gave a hum. “Rather he sleep if he’s settled as nicely as
you are implying…” Anakin settled on.

Silence
descended between them, only broken by the slight snoring noise
escaping Obi-Wan’s mouth and nose, the redheaded mouth slightly
ajar.

Finally
Rex let out a deep sigh. “Sir, I don’t want to be impetuous but
may I ask what you’re doing here? What it is you want?” He
gingerly questioned, staring at Anakin with knotted brows, amber eyes
full of obvious worry.

By the
way his arm was curled around Obi-Wan while stroking the soft hairs,
Anakin suspected the other was worried he’d wake the older Jedi.
That Anakin had come to demand answers despite Obi-Wan promising him
them later. “Just… wanted to ask why you picked Echo to take over for you,” He
admitted with some abashment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not to
offend him but I know why he’s named Echo.” Anakin quickly added
when Rex’s brows raised.

A
little snort escaped Rex before he nodded. “Of course sir, I can
see why… well, I picked Echo because he’s meticulous but adapts
well to battle and initiative, he would manage to cope well with your
flexibility and innovative method on the battlefield. Plus I know you
find his humor appealing.” The captain explained steadily with a
slight grin, humming slightly when Obi-Wan shifted against him with a
little noise.

They
both paused, watching Obi-Wan, waiting until the Jedi was clearly
settled before Anakin spoke. “I can see why you’d pick Echo then
in front of his other vod,” He noted quietly, musing on it before
focusing back on Rex. “Does he know?” Anakin chuckled slightly,
neither agreeing or denying he he liked Echo’s brand of humor.

He got
a head shake in return. “No, not yet. I haven’t had time to
inform him between the meeting and this…” Rex confessed
sheepishly, Anakin noting with some amusement that the others ears
and cheeks were turning slightly pink.

Snorting
slightly, Anakin gave a nod, his grin widening slightly. “At ease
Rex, I can inform him on my own that he’s taking over your
position. Do you want me to inform him why?” He raised his brow.

Rex
glanced down at Obi-Wan, his eyes softening with tenderness before he
nodded. “I don’t mind if you tell him,” Rex whispered, pressing
his lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “I don’t mind at all…”

Feeling
like he was intruding on something extremely private, Anakin gave a
sharp nod and quickly slipped out, closing the tent flaps behind him
as Rex murmured quietly loving words against the others skin.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about that fic you started where Obi has formed some sort of bond with Rex and Rex may have to join the 212th. Can we please get more of that one? Just what sort of bond is it? Does Rex feel the bond on his end despite not being a Force user?

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Its
clear that whatever Skywalker is feeling at this moment, he is only
reluctantly leaving Obi-Wan and Rex alone, the desire for answers
obvious on his face but soft, gently spoken words from the older Jedi
reassured the blond that he would get his answers.

Just
not right now.

Right
now, Obi-Wan and Rex had to speak.

Following
the other closely through
camp,
Rex gave Killer a small nod as he kept his hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, feeling
every vod in sight distance take notice of them.

He
knew the rumor mill of the vode would travel hard and fast but
couldn’t find it in himself to care, couldn’t really bother to
find concern.

Not
when his entire body was demanding he wrap Obi-wan up in his arms,
not when his entire being was screaming that Obi-Wan needed to be
held.

Not
when his own soul was longing to hold him as much as his body was
telling him to do it.

Finally
they reached Obi-Wan’s tent, the Jedi stepping in and holding the
flaps open so the captain could step in first before following in
after and closing the canvas flaps tightly behind them while Rex
worked his chest plate and
arm armor off, setting it on the rickety table the General had for
his files.

He
took half notice of the bed that was so impeccably folded and tucked.

“Rex,
I’m really sorry about this, I never mea-” Obi-Wan murmured as
he turned around only to jump in surprise as he was pulled into a
tight hug, Rex letting out a deep, relieved breath as he finally held
the Jedi tightly to him.

In
his arms, Obi-Wan tensed
up, holding his breath before
he collapsed into the arms, pressing his forehead to the shoulder of
the other man, breathing in the military standard grade soap, the
cheap detergent the underblacks were being laundered with and the
musky scent of human sweat.

Pressing
his nose into the greasy red hair of the other man, Rex took a deep
breath and ran one hand up and down the others spine, his heart
slowly falling into sync with Obi-Wan’s beats as he held on as
tightly as humanly possible. “…Don’t care how it happened.
Don’t care that it’s in the middle of a war. Don’t even care
that you’re my superior and this is really against
the chain of command,” He whispered into the greasy hair, feeling
Obi-Wan tense in his arms. “Because you are mine,
this
bond wouldn’t have formed without me returning your feelings in
some way, as your own words implied back with the high generals.”
Rex pointed out, his lips curling in displeasure at a wave of self
disgust rising in Obi-Wan.

He
had paid attention while Obi-Wan had been talking about his last
bond, the Muellaka bond was as close to marriage without a ceremony
to his understanding and it was built on mutually
shared emotions.

On
love and care and tenderness.

Sliding
his hand up Obi-Wan’s back, stroking his neck and then cupping the
Jedi’s head, Rex gently tilted the other’s head back so he could
see Obi-Wan’s face, meeting those shamed green eyes square on. “I
love you, I have for weeks if not months.” He stated sternly,
gently shaking Obi-Wan’s head via the hold on his scalp.

“But…
I…” Obi-Wan opened and closed his eyes a few times before
swallowing sharply and pressing his forehead to Rex shoulder again, a
convoluted mess of emotions rising in him.

Rex
allowed him to hide though, he could understand more now than he did
before, how much of the Negotiator’s suave and confident appearance
was exactly that.

Appearance.

It
was an act.

Because
under all that, under General Kenobi, under Jedi master Obi-Wan
Kenobi… was simply Obi-Wan, uncertain, nervous, needy and
desperately in need of someone to hold him and
reassure him that things were going to be alright.

A
shuddering sigh escaped Rex as he just held Obi-Wan, let him shiver
against Rex warm body and seek comfort he normally shied away from
out of a desperate need to hold his act going.

No strings can hold me. can we have more of that one please? What’s Vader planning? do Obi Wan and Rex get some nice cuddle time or even a kiss? DOES VADER SEE THAT KISS IN A VISION?!

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Pacing
in the living room of his Senatorial apartment, Vader toxic yellow
eyes narrowed in hate and displeasure, rage wafting of him for anyone
to feel.

Even
those without Force could sense it, like a slithering layer of humid
heat against their skin but Vader did not care.

No,
he had things to think about, he had someone to find
but no way to get them back because he had no idea where they were
and that meant that he would have to lure his Jedi back to him.

However
there was an issue with that.

There
were many things in the galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi had once cared
about and most of them were gone.

Some
of them by Vader’s own hand and some of them by others.

Satine
Kryze by Maul’s hand, taking a rival down in Vader’s but also
leaving a gaping hole in Obi-Wan’s chest and losing Vader an
opportunity to leverage her over Obi-Wan even before Vader was
created.

The
same went for Qui-Gon Jinn, also taken away by Maul long before Vader
was even a thought in Sidious mind.

Anakin
Skywalker was weak and therefore was destroyed by Vader when he was
created in fire and blood, he wasn’t foolish enough to consider
that Obi-Wan would come running back for a few heartfelt words and it
wouldn’t trick him into thinking ‘Anakin’ was back and there
was no way whoever had him would let him run back.

The
Jedi temple perhaps?

But
that would include destroying Sidious and Vader wasn’t quite ready
for that, regardless how much he hated the old creep, he still needed
him to teach him, to control the populace and to show him more of the
Sith’s way.

There
were the holocrons of course, Obi-Wan might return for the holocrons
of the Jedi but whoever he was with, who made him smile, would not
let him run off for that without being protected.

Then
there was the Jedi order itself… less said about that and its
members, the better, there were no one left that Obi-Wan would come
running for right now.

Ahsoka
was a viable vector honestly but Vader didn’t have
her, regardless how much he searched for his former padawan, she too
had disappeared into so much dust of the galaxy and every summon and
request he had sent out had been ignored.

Either
Ahsoka was dead or she had turned on him too.

There
was no one else that Vader could see Obi-Wan be willing to stick his
head out for left in the entire gala-Vader froze in the middle of his
living room floor, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing in
contemplation once more as the breeze blew the heavy dark curtains
gently on the floor.

There
was one soul.

Now
that Vader truly allowed himself to think about
it.

One
soul, one person that was within his grasp that Obi-Wan cared for
enough to be willing to risk not
only his life for but also his soul and maybe whoever he was with.

One
man.

Reaching
for his comm link, Vader stared at the Jedi temple in the distance as
he typed in a code.

It
was quickly picked up. “Lord Vader sir, this is Commander Fox, at
your disposal.” A clear and familiar voice came through.

Licking
his lips, Vader settled back on his heels. “Commander, I want you
to have the 212th
brought to Coruscant and in particular, to have Commander Cody
transferred to my personal squad, effective immediately.”

There
was a pause, surprise clear even over the audio only comm before it
crackled. “Of course sir, I will start making arrangement to have
them transferred to you Lord Vader.” Fox promptly responded.

Smiling
slowly, lips curling cruelly, Vader shut down his comm, staring at
the old Jedi temple turned Imperial castle. “…One person. Let’s
see how long you will hide once you know where Commander Cody is, my
dear Obi-Wan.” All
Vader would need to do is to orchestrate some information spilling.

But
that wouldn’t be so hard now would it, after all, the 212th
colors were still the bright orange.

And
Obi-Wan had always cared for his commander.

Pushing
ugly jealousy away, Vader continued smiling darkly at the old temple,
full of besmirched memories.

‘I’ll
have you back soon Obi-Wan… soon.’

()()()

Shivering,
goosebumps breaking out under his leathers, Obi-Wan looked around in
confusion as he stepped closer to Rex side.

“Is
something wrong?” Rex paused, letting the others disembark and
slide away into the crowds to collect supplies as they were separated
to different vode. “Ben?” He leaned in a bit, his hand coming to
grasp Obi-Wan’s.

“I…
I don’t know. For a moment I just felt cold.” Obi-Wan returned
quietly, tightening his hold on Rex hand.

Alert,
Rex glanced around too, now on guard before quietly pulling Obi-Wan’s
hood up. “…Let’s not stir up any trouble then.” He murmured
quietly, both of them keeping to the shadows and trying to remain out
of view for any cameras they saw.

It
could be nothing of course, but both Obi-Wan and Rex knew that the
Force was a handy ally.

And
even just a feeling to a Force sensitive could be important to listen
to.

Rex
slid his arm around Obi-Wan, tucking him into his side as they moved
towards a junkyard, a few machine components on their list that they
could hopefully get cheap as they remained on guard throughout the
day.

BondsOfAffection – don’t leave us hanging, pretty please with a cherry on top. Btw is it weird that I think Obi’s default reaction is reddening of ears before the blush invades his face and goes everywhere else ^^ Now I can see it him going all red and Mace mentally snickering at him though being supportive too :)

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“Yes.”

It
wasn’t Obi-Wan who responded but Captain Rex, all Jedi eyes
shifting to him as the clone stepped forward until he was standing
right beside the man, Rex amber eyes focused on Depa.

“Captain
Rex?” She nodded to him, giving her attention to him and
thereby also the floor.

Raising
his hand and settling it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, everyone noted how
the redhead relaxed minutely despite
still blushing and
how
Rex
himself let his shoulders sink with
his own relief.
“Sirs, I don’t know much about Jedi os-Jedi powers or bonds or
Force stuff,” The captain stated slowly, clearly
cautious.
“But I’m intuitive enough to know and feel that separation will
not do me or Obi-Wan well but instead be outright harmful to our
psyches, sirs.” He stated calmly, holding tightly onto the Jedi.

Everyone
took notice of how the normally tactful and respectful captain was
quite clearly using Obi-Wan’s first name and letting rank slide, most likely without given
permission but due to the bond they shared, it demanded closeness and
intimacy.

It
was clear that the bond was in effect, deep effect.

Finally,
Obi-Wan lifted his head, licking his lips nervous. “With Duchess
Satine, the damage was limited because we were teens,
I was a teen… the dept of bonds created at that age isn’t as…
demanding as when one becomes an adult. Emotions change more easily
as teens even if they can be consuming, they aren’t always as
deep.” He murmured, adding his own two cent.

Leaning
forward, Yaddle let out a low hum. “Then the bond you have to
Captain Rex, the closest of bonds outside of family it is?” She
raised both ears and a brow.

Clearly
swallowing heavily under the multitude of eyes, Rex still facing
forward but tightening his grasp on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the redhead
gave a small nod. “Yes. If I was to put it in the words of Stewjon,
I made a Mullaka bond to Rex. A Loverssoul bond.” He whispered.

There
was a long pause, mostly from confusion before Mace let out a deep
breath, leaning forward and Yoda rubbed his face with one clawed
hand. “Obi-Wan… those can’t
be broken in life… at all. Only death breaks a Mullaka bond you
told me.” He murmured, his tone even but his eyes wide in the holo.

Anakin
let out a choked noise at the news, Obi-Wan flinching before he
nodded. “I’m
aware of that, I’m the one who told you that.” He stated tersely.

“Don’t
take that tone with me Obi-Wan,” Mace responded back, a furrow
between his brows as he seemed to grow contemplative and even more
worried. “I was the one who had to aid you overcome your broken
Muellaka bond, I know exactly the kind of havoc that brought on your
mind and
how hard it was for you to recover afterward.”
He stated sternly.

There
was a long quiet that no one else seemed to dare to break, slightly
nervous looks being exchanged by Depa and Kit.

“…Apologies
Obi-Wan, that was… uncalled for.” Mace finally murmured, sighing
deeply as he sat back in his chair while rubbing the back of his
head.

“…No,
no it wasn’t. I’m not happy you revealed this knowledge to the
council at full and others, but it’s not untrue. You were the one
who helped me and my bond was broken years
ago.”
Obi-Wan breathed heavily, rubbing his face with one hand.

A
long breath escaped Yoda. “Suspect I did, that deeper your
relationship to Qui-Gon was but limit it I thought you did.” He
murmured disapprovingly.

Obi-Wan
let out a humorless laugh that had almost everyone flinching. “I
was twenty and in desperate love with my own master and my own people
had an ingrained weakness that I couldn’t control fully because no
one knew how to train me for it, of course the bond formed and grew as I grew with genuine emotions. And Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan laugh cut
off before resuming in a much sadder tone. “And Qui-Gon was the
maverick, the one who went against the council, who reminded you that
we were sentient
beings of flesh and bone and want and desires and hate and love all
in the same filthy
yet wonderful package.
How was I to do anything but love him? And I was lucky enough for him to love me in return.”

They
all stared at Obi-Wan, who had been so ashamedly staring at his feet
until now.

Now
he was fire and words and the Negotiator all the more.

“And
resist Qui-Gon did not? Your master he was.” Yoda pointed out,
voice croaky and
clearly judging.

Obi-Wan
let out a low sigh. “…You placed us together, you
pulled and you pushed even when Qui-Gon tried to push me away and
not have me as his padawan…
and then you’re shocked by the dept of the bond you meddled
to make sure existed became?” He noted with narrowed eyes. “Qui-Gon
is dead, he can do nothing to defend himself and his actions. You
will not besmirch what is left of him to us and best of all, you can
do nothing to
darken my
memories. And the past will remain the past,
if Mace could avoid judging me, so will you also refrain from it.”
He finally settled with.

A
long silence echoed once more before Yoda gave a quiet grunt, clearly
letting go.

For
now at least.

“My
only note is this,” Ka-Adi murmured, leaning in to make sure the
others saw him. “Who will take over for Captain Rex at Knight
Skywalker’s side?” He questioned, a small frown on his face.

“Might
I make a recommendation, sirs?” Rex spoke up once more.

“Of
course,” Mace shifted his attention squarely on Rex. “You know
your men and your brothers best, please, make a recommendation.” He
gestured one large hand in an approving motion.

Obi-Wan
in the meantime tuned out that and instead slowly looked at the still
shell shocked Anakin.

He
knew he would have to have a long conversation with his former
padawan.

To
explain.

Himself,
the bonding nature, Qui-Gon, Rex… hopefully Anakin would listen.

I know you just updated FloralSkin, and it’s so cute! Seeing Rex and Anakin together, and the past chapters with CodyWan, has me wondering if Jedi Generals tend to be soulmates to the Commanders they work most closely with? Are Mace and Ponds soulmates? Luminara and Gree? Aayla and Bly? Depa and Grey? Not necessarily a prompt, if you’d rather treat it as a question! Thanks again for sharing your stories with us

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Peering
up at the pink half moons as
he rested his arms on his knees,
Anakin
let out a small hum of acknowledgment
when his master sat down on the rock beside him, glancing
at him as Obi-Wan leaned back on his hands to stare up at the moons
too.

He
had amused
look on his face, the flower on his face taking in the color to the
point it almost looked alive, the
pink sheen from the moons making it more vibrant.

“So, did
you hear the latest from the grapevine?” Obi-Wan suddenly asked,
his voice thick of amusement.

Turning
his head fully to look at the other, Anakin raised his brow as he
sensed juicy gossip. “No, what’s going on?” He couldn’t help
a growing smile in response to Obi-Wan’s tone.

Sniggering
softly, Obi-Wan tilted his head, eyes glittering. “Oh, it appears
we are not the only ones with our illustrious leading vod becoming
our soulmates.” He waggled his brows at the other.

Letting
out a bark of amusement, Anakin shifted to sit up fully, stretching
his legs out in front of him to mimic Obi-Wan’s position, leaning
back to be on level with him. “You’re kidding, who?” Anakin
couldn’t help the thrum of excitement.

While
Soulmate bonds were sacred among the Jedi, they weren’t always
accepted as being part of the daily life and there were some
conservative members who very vocally derided the decision of those
who took up with their soulmates.

“Aayla
Secura and her commander Bly,” Obi-Wan held up a finger. “Mace
Windu and Ponds, Ima-Gun
Di and Keeli, Depa Billaba and Stance and Tiplar and Tiplee in a
joined soulbond with Doom.” He chuckled, ticking off each with a
finger.

Jaw
dropping, Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, a bit overwhelmed. “And that’s
the ones that’s been discovered? There could be more?” He shook
his head a bit to clear it when Obi-Wan nodded. “…It’s almost
as if the Force is…”

“Connecting
us all?” Obi-Wan filled in when Anakin trailed off, nodding. “Yes,
it is starting to look that way. People who before had no flowers are
now waking up to flowers appearing everywhere.” He stroked his
beard slowly in thought.

“…Is
that so bad?” Anakin frowned, turning his head to look back up at
the sky. “I mean, humans aren’t really made to be alone, not
really. There are those who can manage it but most people… we need
someone else, someone to give warmth and comfort and touch.” He
shrugged, flushing when he felt Obi-Wan stare at him.

Looking
slowly back up at the moons with Anakin, Obi-Wan let out a
considering noise. “You have a point. Skin starvation is a terrible
thing and makes us… sick.” He whispered quietly before sitting up
and rubbing his upper arms with his hands.

Glancing
at Obi-Wan, Anakin watched the other before shifting closer to his
master and pressing their shoulders together. “Yeah… it does,”
He smiled slightly at Obi-Wan. “But… we got each other and you
might not be as tactile but I am… and you got Cody now. We aren’t
going to let you become skin starved ever.” He winked.

Chuckling
faintly, leaning back into the other, Obi-Wan smiled fondly at the
blond. “That is true. And as long as I live, I will have your back
Anakin, I may put duty high… but you and Cody are at the top of my
priorities.” Obi-Wan confessed quietly, his
voice wavering ever so slightly but his tone honest.

Freezing,
Anakin stared at his master in shock.

Coloring,
Obi-Wan looked down. “I, that is, it’s fine if you don’t
believe m-” He gave a cry of surprise as he was tackled off
the flat boulder to the
hard clay floor around them. “A-Anakin?”
He whispered, blinking up at the dark sky full of pink moonlight as
he slowly settled his hands on the others back.

Shivering,
Anakin clung to the other, not saying a word.

Huffing
slightly, softening, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Anakin in an
equally tight hug. “…It’s alright. You don’t have to say
anything… it’s alright.” He murmured comfortingly, shaking his
head when a concerned Cody started making his way from the camp,
sending the complicated emotions into the soulmate bond as an answer
to the unvoiced question.

The
commander stopped before nodding and intercepting Rex, the two
letting the Jedi have their moment.

“It’s
alright.” Obi-Wan whispered, settling his chin on Anakin’s head.