Tup

It looks like Our Collar Your Neck is wrapping up. Did Tup and Obiwan have a chance to talk what happened? I’m sure it would be a bit traumatic on both ends for different reasons. Anything they are working through?

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Stroking Tup’s hair, Obi-Wan smiled softly as the trooper continued
to sob into his lap like a babe in a mother’s embrace.

When
Cody had said that Tup wanted to see him, Obi-Wan was ashamed to
admit that his first reaction had been to hold his own neck.

The
move had saddened Cody, caused him to pamper the Jedi and coddle him the entire day.

It
saddened Obi-Wan too, he didn’t want to have trauma attached to
him, the troopers weren’t the cause of what had happened, only the
tools the Sith had tried to use against the Jedi.

But he
still had traumas attached to the incident with Tup, as his reaction
clearly indicated.

And
Tup…

He had
caught Boil and Waxer whispering to each other about how the trooper
was apparently walking around like a beaten dog.

Obviously
the fact that he had choked Obi-Wan was hitting the trooper hard.

Obi-Wan
didn’t want to know what would have happened had Tup actually
managed to kill him, it seemed like the physiological impact would
have been even more severe.

So,
after taking a few days to meditate, to calm down and ready himself,
Obi-Wan requested Cody to bring Tup to the temple.

It
wasn’t like the Jedi were doing much in this moment anyhow.

The
war had gone into an odd sort of standstill with radio silence from
Dooku for some reason, everyone was waiting with baited breath for the next move.

All
the CIS worlds were complaining, according to the radio chatter GAR
was picking up but they weren’t moving forward.

It was
very odd, this silence didn’t make sense.

And
the council had their suspicion but they could not prove anything.

Palpatine
was dead and cremated, they could not check their theory and
considering it all, it was best to let dead dogs lay.

If
they went around blaming the now deceased and actually liked
Chancellor of being the mastermind…

Well
it would not end well for the Jedi, that’s for sure.

So
yes, let sleeping dogs lay as they kept an eye on the CIS and the
war, keeping guard in case the war picked up once more once Dooku
summoned himself and decided what to do, be it letting loose Grievous
or doing something else.

Uncertainty
was in the air, the Senate still had not managed to vote a new
chancellor in and the Jedi and clones were just doing their duty as
best they could with things having gone into standstill.

So for
a long haired redheaded Jedi, there really wasn’t much to do but
recover from the Force coma the council had been in.

And
this was part of his recovery.

Tup
wailing into his leggings like a child as he clung to Obi-Wan’s
calves, his hands buried in Tup’s hair, the topknot undone to allow
Obi-Wan to work the others scalp and sooth him. “You’re alright
Tup, I promise, you’re alright. I don’t blame you. You’re
alright.” He crooned softly, biting his lip at the harsh sob that
escaped Tup at that.

Reaching
out, Obi-Wan dragged the trooper up, armor and all, until he had the
man in his lap, hugging him as tightly as he could while pressing
Tup’s face to his neck, the man tense before collapsing into
Obi-Wan’s body. “Tup, sweet Tup. I promise, it’s alright.” He
whispered, working to get the others armor off so he could hug him.

The
armor was great for protection most of the time but right now it was
simply a barrier that kept Obi-Wan from properly soothing Tup.

His
hands dug into Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he hugged the Jedi in return,
Tup’s blunt nails digging into the flesh in a slightly painful way
but Obi-Wan didn’t care.

He’d
offer the other a blowjob, since he was still recovering and wasn’t
quite ready for sex, but he didn’t think that would help Tup at all
and might honestly trigger a panic attack in the other.

Considering
Tup had lost control thanks to the chip in his mind the last time,
Obi-Wan understood.

Instead
he held Tup tightly, setting the armor aside on the couch until the
upper part was gone and he could properly cling to Tup, rub his back
and press kisses to his temple.

Tup
shook heavily, still sobbing like a child and wetting Obi-Wan’s
tunic with snot and tears. He didn’t care at all, tunics could be
washed, Tup’s comfort was paramount in this moment to Obi-Wan.

Slowly
he ran his hands over the others back and waist, reaching up to cup
the others head once more to press him into his neck. “Tup, I’m
here. I’m not leaving. You didn’t harm me that badly. My collar
is back on. See? It’s there, my neck healed.” He whispered
softly.

Tup
shifted a bit, enough to most likely see the collar before pressing
several kisses to it, his hands easing up on the pressure. “Y-you
are?” He hiccuped out, pressing another kiss to the white and
orange collar.

“I
am, Cody has been pampering me too,” Obi-Wan whispered, tracing
Tup’s spine. “I’m okay. I’ve healed Tup. It’s alright.
You’re alright. I have you Tup.” He stated softly, feeling more
than anything as Tup seemed to ease up, his body less tense.

Warm
and comfortable in Obi-Wan’s arms as he needfully continued to
press affectionate kisses to the Jedi’s pale throat. “Our Jedi,
our lovely, beautiful, wonderfully alive Jedi.” Tup rasped out, his
voice thick from the tears even as he continued pressing kisses
between each word before stilling, his hands shifting to cup the back
of Obi-Wan’s head, treading through the long hair laying loose down
the back of the couch.

“It’s
alright Tup. We’re still alive, we are still alive.” Obi-Wan
murmured, smiling as Tup pressed his lips to Obi-Wan’s pulse point,
feeling the beat of his heart as his hands slid to the front of the
Jedi’s chest.

Feeling
the beat of his heart.

Tell me about the first time the clones see Obi-Wan laugh and i’m not talking about a polite/sarcastic chuckle at Anakins expense. I’m talking flushed cheeks, crinkled eyes the whole shebang. Do they all freak out when they see his shoulders shaking and mistake it for crying? Is he /actually/ crying a little because of how hard he’s laughing? Does he try to stifle his laughter with his hands and fail completely? How many of the 212th and the 501st collectively loose their shit over the sight?

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Old childhood friends of the General.

That’s what General Skywalker had called them at least.

General Eerin and General Muln.

The former seems to be gesturing and grinning while the latter is
adding to the commentary, smiling too.

There’s a moment Cody looks away and when he looks back his
General’s shoulders are shaking and a hand is covering his face, or
rather his mouth and his eyes are squinted as if in pain. There seems
to be moisture collecting in the corner and Cody feels the alarm that
every trooper of the 212 feels at that moment.

Is their General crying?!

Is he having a breakdown!?

And then the other human Jedi says something and the dam breaks.

A loud guffaw fills the air, General Kenobi wrapping his arms around
his stomach as he laughed and laughes, tears actually rolling down
his face as he delights in whatever the other Jedi told him. And the
troopers of the 212 can not look away.

Can’t look away from their General’s eyes crinkled with laughter
and filled with happy tears, can’t look away from the sudden flush
entering his cheeks or the way his entire body shakes with delighted
peals of laugh.

The 212 are not the only one staring. The 501 one are too, Tup even
drops a box on his own foot and jumps around swearing while holding
it.

Waxer is recording it and Helix seems to be timing Obi-Wan’s laugh
until it tapered of to chuckles and then to quieter sniggers.

He wipes his face, looking happier then he has in ages as he
straightened out and grins wildly at the two in front of him. “Tell
me Reeft didn’t try that again.”

Muln sniggered and made a zipping motion across his mouth then
winked. “Swore not to tell.”

“Oh sweet Force, he did didn’t he?”

“I didnt’ swear anything and I can confirm, he did. Landed him
right back in the poodoo.” Eerin grinned, wiggling her hand at
their General.

That broke Obi-Wan again and this time he has to sit down.

The 212 and the 501 are losing their shit because apparently, their
General can belly laugh.

Their calm faced, warm and cunning General can actually belly laugh.

Tell me about the first time the clones see Obi-Wan laugh and i’m not talking about a polite/sarcastic chuckle at Anakins expense. I’m talking flushed cheeks, crinkled eyes the whole shebang. Do they all freak out when they see his shoulders shaking and mistake it for crying? Is he /actually/ crying a little because of how hard he’s laughing? Does he try to stifle his laughter with his hands and fail completely? How many of the 212th and the 501st collectively loose their shit over the sight?

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Old childhood friends of the General.

That’s what General Skywalker had called them at least.

General Eerin and General Muln.

The former seems to be gesturing and grinning while the latter is
adding to the commentary, smiling too.

There’s a moment Cody looks away and when he looks back his
General’s shoulders are shaking and a hand is covering his face, or
rather his mouth and his eyes are squinted as if in pain. There seems
to be moisture collecting in the corner and Cody feels the alarm that
every trooper of the 212 feels at that moment.

Is their General crying?!

Is he having a breakdown!?

And then the other human Jedi says something and the dam breaks.

A loud guffaw fills the air, General Kenobi wrapping his arms around
his stomach as he laughed and laughes, tears actually rolling down
his face as he delights in whatever the other Jedi told him. And the
troopers of the 212 can not look away.

Can’t look away from their General’s eyes crinkled with laughter
and filled with happy tears, can’t look away from the sudden flush
entering his cheeks or the way his entire body shakes with delighted
peals of laugh.

The 212 are not the only one staring. The 501 one are too, Tup even
drops a box on his own foot and jumps around swearing while holding
it.

Waxer is recording it and Helix seems to be timing Obi-Wan’s laugh
until it tapered of to chuckles and then to quieter sniggers.

He wipes his face, looking happier then he has in ages as he
straightened out and grins wildly at the two in front of him. “Tell
me Reeft didn’t try that again.”

Muln sniggered and made a zipping motion across his mouth then
winked. “Swore not to tell.”

“Oh sweet Force, he did didn’t he?”

“I didnt’ swear anything and I can confirm, he did. Landed him
right back in the poodoo.” Eerin grinned, wiggling her hand at
their General.

That broke Obi-Wan again and this time he has to sit down.

The 212 and the 501 are losing their shit because apparently, their
General can belly laugh.

Their calm faced, warm and cunning General can actually belly laugh.

Your Reverse ObiWan was great! very interesting to make him so young. I hope after this, Anakin and the 501 shape up. I can see they may go a little overboard on the protective side, they are kind of an all or nothing kind of group. Hopefully they learn from this and teach him what he needs to know to get through this war.

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“I’m not hungry though!” Obi-Wan tried to argue as Kix and
Jesse both stuck mealbars into his hands, looking between the two
with wide eyes.

“Well tough luck kid.” Kix argued, trying to settle his stomach
at the words. Kid, kid, an actual kid. Eleven standard, no life long
training for the battle field like vods. What were the high generals
thinking!? “You’re eating at least one of them or I’m telling
the General that you skipped lunch and only had tea.”

“But….but…I can survive on less…I HAVE survived on less!”
Obi-Wan changed tactics.

Any vod near stopped what they were doing while Kix raised both
eyebrows and Jesse backed away quickly.

“And how do you know that? When did you survive on LESS?”

“Survival training. It was started up in the beginning of the war
for the elder and senior padawans we get a bag of supplies each and
have to ration it.” Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Well I hate to bring this up, I really do actually because it
makes me want to bundle you up on blankets and hide you somewhere far
from the field, but you are not an elder padawan.” Kix took a deep
breath while staring at the other with amber eyes.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “I asked to go along with one of the groups. I
want to help. The Order and the Republic needs everyone.”

That said something about how long the war had dragged on. Eleven
standards and the Order and the Republic needed everyone, needed him,
fell from his lips as easily as breathing. Obi-Wan was the type of
children raised in a time of war, patriotic and full of duty, utterly
willing to sprint supplies across fields of landmines and not squirm
where adults would hesitate.

Kix swore and then picked up the preteen, lifting him up on his
shoulder and marching over to one of the fires and dropping the
squirming boy into Heavy’s lap. “Keep him there, make sure he
eats and drinks, I need to go either shot something or hit
something.”

They all watched the medic storm away before Obi-Wan started to
squirm, trying to escape. Heavy however wrapped his arms tight around
him. “Nuhu, you heard the medics order, eating a drinking for small
brothers are on the table.” He grinned brightly an Obi-Wan huffed
loudly.

He squirmed for another few minutes but didn’t put in to much
struggle as he didn’t want to hurt Heavy. Then he flopped, sulking
at them as he dropped one of the bars in his lap and started reading
on the back of the other. He wrinkled his nose and offered it to
Heavy before taking the other, reading on it before sighing and
opening it.

“So, why not the other?” Heavy eyed the bar to see if something
was wrong with it.

“I’m allergic to some of the spices in it. I’d rather not upset
Kix more then he already is. Beside, kelp bars are nice, salty with a
sweet aftertaste.” The copper haired imp shrugged and took a small
bite, chewing slowly.

“Well, then I’ll trade you, Koth knows Kix meant for you to eat
both.” Heavy reached into his belt and dropped a secondary kelp bar
in Obi-Wan’s lap. “And before you say anything, you need it. I
know what its like to pick up some of our younger vods, you should be
heavier.”

Obi-Wan made a cranky noise like an insulted cat but continued
steadily making his way through the first bar. Another trooper
quickly dropped a bottle of water in his lap too and Obi-Wan huffed
after him. “Thank you Jesse but I prefer tea.”

“NO TEA UNTIL HE’S HYDRATED AND FEED!” Came Kix shout.

Obi-Wan pouted, outright pouted before picking up the bottle and
taking small sips of water. Heavy meanwhile rested his chin on the
others head, holding him tight with a tiny grin. For all Obi-Wan
acted like a cranky cat when they took care of him, he was really
just a cranky kitten who melted once he was past the initial stage.

‘Might be kind of our fault though…’ Heavy hummed and nuzzled
the short strands of copper hair, grinning when Obi-Wan unconsciously
melted into the affection. ‘Considering how we treated him.’

“Oi, Commander, I got something for you.” Both looked up as Tup
stood there, a sharp grin on his face as he watched Obi-Wan closely
with his hands behind his back.

“Yeah?” Obi-Wan stopped opening the second bar, peering curiously
up at the other.

“Well, just most of your armor got a real beating when…um, well
in the cave.” Tup coughed a bit and Obi-Wan rubbed his head in
remembrance. “Anyhow, I made this, for you.” He pulled his hands
out from behind his back and held out a pair of pauldrons to him.

They were of the same make as the ones Obi-Wan had been wearing
before, but they looked sturdier. And while most of it was the same
as the former pauldrons, the shoulders were blue. The same strong
blue as the 501’s wore.

Obi-Wan stared at them before reaching out and brushing his
fingertips over the blue, a shy flush entering his cheeks. “Oh…oh
these look well done Tup. Thank you.” He looked up in awe before
accepting the pauldrons.

“Well yeah, we can’t have you cracking your head open so there’s
a helmet to go with that. You know, because weird shi-stuff happens
around Jedi.” Tup changed his cursing when Rex threw him a dark
look.

Obi-Wan looked up at him again and raised his eyebrows then grinned.
“You don’t have to censor your language around me you know. I’ve
heard you all curse in mando since the day I arrived.”

“You know Mando?” Heavy piped in, peeking at the pauldrons and
nodding in approval to Tup.

“Uhu. I meet dutchess Satine. She taught me before…well before.
She was nice.” Obi-Wan fiddled with the pauldrons. Then he gave Tup
a big grin. “They’re just as light as the ones I had.”

“All fit for an agile fighter to bounce around.” Tup nodded.

Obi-Wan bent back over his new piece of armor as vods around took
mental notes. There was going to be a lot of custom armor pieces made
in white and blue in the next few days.

Your Reverse ObiWan was great! very interesting to make him so young. I hope after this, Anakin and the 501 shape up. I can see they may go a little overboard on the protective side, they are kind of an all or nothing kind of group. Hopefully they learn from this and teach him what he needs to know to get through this war.

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“I’m not hungry though!” Obi-Wan tried to argue as Kix and
Jesse both stuck mealbars into his hands, looking between the two
with wide eyes.

“Well tough luck kid.” Kix argued, trying to settle his stomach
at the words. Kid, kid, an actual kid. Eleven standard, no life long
training for the battle field like vods. What were the high generals
thinking!? “You’re eating at least one of them or I’m telling
the General that you skipped lunch and only had tea.”

“But….but…I can survive on less…I HAVE survived on less!”
Obi-Wan changed tactics.

Any vod near stopped what they were doing while Kix raised both
eyebrows and Jesse backed away quickly.

“And how do you know that? When did you survive on LESS?”

“Survival training. It was started up in the beginning of the war
for the elder and senior padawans we get a bag of supplies each and
have to ration it.” Obi-Wan shrugged.

“Well I hate to bring this up, I really do actually because it
makes me want to bundle you up on blankets and hide you somewhere far
from the field, but you are not an elder padawan.” Kix took a deep
breath while staring at the other with amber eyes.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “I asked to go along with one of the groups. I
want to help. The Order and the Republic needs everyone.”

That said something about how long the war had dragged on. Eleven
standards and the Order and the Republic needed everyone, needed him,
fell from his lips as easily as breathing. Obi-Wan was the type of
children raised in a time of war, patriotic and full of duty, utterly
willing to sprint supplies across fields of landmines and not squirm
where adults would hesitate.

Kix swore and then picked up the preteen, lifting him up on his
shoulder and marching over to one of the fires and dropping the
squirming boy into Heavy’s lap. “Keep him there, make sure he
eats and drinks, I need to go either shot something or hit
something.”

They all watched the medic storm away before Obi-Wan started to
squirm, trying to escape. Heavy however wrapped his arms tight around
him. “Nuhu, you heard the medics order, eating a drinking for small
brothers are on the table.” He grinned brightly an Obi-Wan huffed
loudly.

He squirmed for another few minutes but didn’t put in to much
struggle as he didn’t want to hurt Heavy. Then he flopped, sulking
at them as he dropped one of the bars in his lap and started reading
on the back of the other. He wrinkled his nose and offered it to
Heavy before taking the other, reading on it before sighing and
opening it.

“So, why not the other?” Heavy eyed the bar to see if something
was wrong with it.

“I’m allergic to some of the spices in it. I’d rather not upset
Kix more then he already is. Beside, kelp bars are nice, salty with a
sweet aftertaste.” The copper haired imp shrugged and took a small
bite, chewing slowly.

“Well, then I’ll trade you, Koth knows Kix meant for you to eat
both.” Heavy reached into his belt and dropped a secondary kelp bar
in Obi-Wan’s lap. “And before you say anything, you need it. I
know what its like to pick up some of our younger vods, you should be
heavier.”

Obi-Wan made a cranky noise like an insulted cat but continued
steadily making his way through the first bar. Another trooper
quickly dropped a bottle of water in his lap too and Obi-Wan huffed
after him. “Thank you Jesse but I prefer tea.”

“NO TEA UNTIL HE’S HYDRATED AND FEED!” Came Kix shout.

Obi-Wan pouted, outright pouted before picking up the bottle and
taking small sips of water. Heavy meanwhile rested his chin on the
others head, holding him tight with a tiny grin. For all Obi-Wan
acted like a cranky cat when they took care of him, he was really
just a cranky kitten who melted once he was past the initial stage.

‘Might be kind of our fault though…’ Heavy hummed and nuzzled
the short strands of copper hair, grinning when Obi-Wan unconsciously
melted into the affection. ‘Considering how we treated him.’

“Oi, Commander, I got something for you.” Both looked up as Tup
stood there, a sharp grin on his face as he watched Obi-Wan closely
with his hands behind his back.

“Yeah?” Obi-Wan stopped opening the second bar, peering curiously
up at the other.

“Well, just most of your armor got a real beating when…um, well
in the cave.” Tup coughed a bit and Obi-Wan rubbed his head in
remembrance. “Anyhow, I made this, for you.” He pulled his hands
out from behind his back and held out a pair of pauldrons to him.

They were of the same make as the ones Obi-Wan had been wearing
before, but they looked sturdier. And while most of it was the same
as the former pauldrons, the shoulders were blue. The same strong
blue as the 501’s wore.

Obi-Wan stared at them before reaching out and brushing his
fingertips over the blue, a shy flush entering his cheeks. “Oh…oh
these look well done Tup. Thank you.” He looked up in awe before
accepting the pauldrons.

“Well yeah, we can’t have you cracking your head open so there’s
a helmet to go with that. You know, because weird shi-stuff happens
around Jedi.” Tup changed his cursing when Rex threw him a dark
look.

Obi-Wan looked up at him again and raised his eyebrows then grinned.
“You don’t have to censor your language around me you know. I’ve
heard you all curse in mando since the day I arrived.”

“You know Mando?” Heavy piped in, peeking at the pauldrons and
nodding in approval to Tup.

“Uhu. I meet dutchess Satine. She taught me before…well before.
She was nice.” Obi-Wan fiddled with the pauldrons. Then he gave Tup
a big grin. “They’re just as light as the ones I had.”

“All fit for an agile fighter to bounce around.” Tup nodded.

Obi-Wan bent back over his new piece of armor as vods around took
mental notes. There was going to be a lot of custom armor pieces made
in white and blue in the next few days.

What if during the clone wars a jedi is sick and the clones have to take care of them. However the force is either making things float or whatever the force does bc of the Jedi is no longer in good control. Force shinnegans happen during sick Jedi.

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“Ahsoka,
I’m fine.” Anakin growled quietly before groaning and flopping
back on his back.

“Skyguy,
stop it, you’re sick and you’re going to make yourself worse.
Master Kenobi already confirmed that he and the rest of the 212 can
manage the relief effort and supply run without our help.” The
Togruta placed his hands on her hips and glared at him.

“It
would do you good to be with them though.” Anakin argued and Ahsoka
hesitated at that before sighing.

“You’re
right…but I’m only going if you promise me you’ll listen to Rex
and the others.” She countered.

Anakin
grunted then sighed and nodded. “Fine…you’re such a pain the
gonads Snips.”

She
smirked at that. “Good, someone has to keep you on your toes.”

()()()()()

Things
were quiet. The camp was quiet.

Perhaps
that was the first indication that something was going on.

Things
were NEVER quiet around Jedi.

But
General Skywalker was resting peacefully on a bedroll in the sun,
laying on his side as the heat helped his fever aching bones.

Rex
had checked on the man occasionally, as had Kix. Things had seemed
fine, the fever making its slow progress through the Jedi’s
systems.

And
then Fives had started yelping in surprise as he quickly dabbed at
himself, his left arm covered in caf. “Fives.” Rex hissed.

“Sorry
sir but…but the mug just…” Fives stared at the mug on the
ground and gestured. “It was floating?”

Rex
brows furrowed.

“Me
thinks you may be seeing things Fives.” Hardcase
chortled only to hurriedly dodge out of the way of a datapad zooming
across the camp. That was cause enough for everyone to stop what they
were doing and stare at the datapad when it smacked into a boulder
and came to rest peacefully on the ground.

Rex
stared at it and then slowly looked at the peacefully sleeping Jedi.
“…Buckle down everything that can or will float. Now.”

A
crate started to float even as Tup threw himself over it.

()()()()()()

“…Vod
what in all Force gods name happened here?” Cody looked around the
messy camp in confusion before Rex slapped his hands on the
Commander’s shoulders and stared at him with serious eyes.

“Sick,
sleeping Jedi’s Force float things.” He offered seriously, a
stripe of blue paint covering his usually blond hair.

“…Oh.”