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Can we have a follow up on Wolffe Obi soulmates ? They were so good! Perhaps Wolffe getting transfered to be with his blind lover?

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Obi-Wan does not have a seeing eye dog.

He has a seeing eye clone.

More specifically, he has Wolffe. Cane in one hand and other on the
elbow of Wolffe’s arm as he’s still learning how to function
blind. It was a slow learning curve.

Obi-Wan first had to admit that he was blind and that had taken…
well a few days for Obi-Wan to admit he would never be able to see
again and that he required help at least initially to start his days
and learn how to function again.

His poor soul mate was so stubbornly self sufficient that it was
driving Wolffe up the walls in the two first weeks, had nicked
himself several times when shaving once already and had tripped over
more stray items then ever from carpets to tables to random bits
having been forgotten on the floor by others to even a chair leg.

His poor legs were bruised and bleeding most of those days and the
inside of his palms had little scabs from catching himself and Wolffe
was sure that had he been able to feel the Force, Obi-Wan’s aura or
whatever Jedi called it would have been full of frustration and
perhaps a little bit of unacknowledged fear.

Wolffe had put his foot down when Obi-Wan had managed to slam his
head on a doorway and give himself a head wound that actually
required stitches and bacta!

He’d firmly sat his soulmate down after they had been to the Halls
and spoken to him in serious and harsh tones until Obi-Wan started
crying, finally admitting that he would never see again and that he
needed help.

He hadn’t stopped crying for twenty straight minutes as Wolffe held
him tightly and offered comfort in the most tactile of ways he knew
by stroking his hair and cheeks gently.

But it had been a step in the right way to recovery, making Obi-Wan
admit that he did need help, that he wasn’t just magically going to
get better and that he needed aids to recover and get back his
autonomy over himself.

And aids like Wolffe being transferred to helping Obi-Wan and the
cane that was used to tell him when something inorganic was right in
front of him were also a start in the right direction.

It had cut down on the number of accidents at least and the bruises
were turning from violent blue and purple to mottled shades of
yellow.

There had been some talk of getting Obi-Wan a seeing eye anooba but
Plo had gently cut that idea down by saying that Wolffe would be more
then enough to help out Obi-Wan while simultaneously providing both
company and support until Obi-Wan could once again return to field.

Wolffe half hoped his lover and soulmate wouldn’t return to active
field again but knew that wish was hopeless.

Eventually Obi-Wan would find his footing again and put himself in
danger on the field like always but… well you couldn’t blame
Wolffe for being protective.

“I can hear you think.” Obi-Wan whispered softly.

Wolffe looked up from the bruised but well shaped legs he had gently
been stroking to look up the couch where his lover had been laying,
legs in the commander’s lap. “Mmmn.” He hummed.

“What are you thinking?” He murmured curiously and Wolffe
couldn’t help a small laugh.

“Thought you could hear me think.” He teased, squeezing his toes
lightly which caused Obi-Wan to snort.

“Just that you were thinking, not what.” He smiled sleepily.

Wolffe hummed then reached up until he could stroke the soulmark on
the others hip. “Just… how gorgeous you are and how kriffing
lucky I am to have you in my life, that’s all.” He murmured,
knowing that Obi-Wan needed reassurance.

There was that hesitant look on Obi-Wan’s sleep doped face before
it broke out into a shy and grateful smile. “And I’m lucky for
having you Wol.”

“Don’t you forget it riduur.” Wolffe chuckled, grasping the
others hand and squeezing it gently.

Can we have a follow up on Wolffe Obi soulmates ? They were so good! Perhaps Wolffe getting transfered to be with his blind lover?

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Obi-Wan does not have a seeing eye dog.

He has a seeing eye clone.

More specifically, he has Wolffe. Cane in one hand and other on the
elbow of Wolffe’s arm as he’s still learning how to function
blind. It was a slow learning curve.

Obi-Wan first had to admit that he was blind and that had taken…
well a few days for Obi-Wan to admit he would never be able to see
again and that he required help at least initially to start his days
and learn how to function again.

His poor soul mate was so stubbornly self sufficient that it was
driving Wolffe up the walls in the two first weeks, had nicked
himself several times when shaving once already and had tripped over
more stray items then ever from carpets to tables to random bits
having been forgotten on the floor by others to even a chair leg.

His poor legs were bruised and bleeding most of those days and the
inside of his palms had little scabs from catching himself and Wolffe
was sure that had he been able to feel the Force, Obi-Wan’s aura or
whatever Jedi called it would have been full of frustration and
perhaps a little bit of unacknowledged fear.

Wolffe had put his foot down when Obi-Wan had managed to slam his
head on a doorway and give himself a head wound that actually
required stitches and bacta!

He’d firmly sat his soulmate down after they had been to the Halls
and spoken to him in serious and harsh tones until Obi-Wan started
crying, finally admitting that he would never see again and that he
needed help.

He hadn’t stopped crying for twenty straight minutes as Wolffe held
him tightly and offered comfort in the most tactile of ways he knew
by stroking his hair and cheeks gently.

But it had been a step in the right way to recovery, making Obi-Wan
admit that he did need help, that he wasn’t just magically going to
get better and that he needed aids to recover and get back his
autonomy over himself.

And aids like Wolffe being transferred to helping Obi-Wan and the
cane that was used to tell him when something inorganic was right in
front of him were also a start in the right direction.

It had cut down on the number of accidents at least and the bruises
were turning from violent blue and purple to mottled shades of
yellow.

There had been some talk of getting Obi-Wan a seeing eye anooba but
Plo had gently cut that idea down by saying that Wolffe would be more
then enough to help out Obi-Wan while simultaneously providing both
company and support until Obi-Wan could once again return to field.

Wolffe half hoped his lover and soulmate wouldn’t return to active
field again but knew that wish was hopeless.

Eventually Obi-Wan would find his footing again and put himself in
danger on the field like always but… well you couldn’t blame
Wolffe for being protective.

“I can hear you think.” Obi-Wan whispered softly.

Wolffe looked up from the bruised but well shaped legs he had gently
been stroking to look up the couch where his lover had been laying,
legs in the commander’s lap. “Mmmn.” He hummed.

“What are you thinking?” He murmured curiously and Wolffe
couldn’t help a small laugh.

“Thought you could hear me think.” He teased, squeezing his toes
lightly which caused Obi-Wan to snort.

“Just that you were thinking, not what.” He smiled sleepily.

Wolffe hummed then reached up until he could stroke the soulmark on
the others hip. “Just… how gorgeous you are and how kriffing
lucky I am to have you in my life, that’s all.” He murmured,
knowing that Obi-Wan needed reassurance.

There was that hesitant look on Obi-Wan’s sleep doped face before
it broke out into a shy and grateful smile. “And I’m lucky for
having you Wol.”

“Don’t you forget it riduur.” Wolffe chuckled, grasping the
others hand and squeezing it gently.

Now that you have made Obi-Wan and Wolffe a pairing. I can imagine a version of a blind Obi-Wan and Wolffe together. And Wolffe being very very protective his little blind fox. (This is just a thought and not a prompt idea unless you like it). You da best Moddy!!

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Everyone was avoiding his eyes as Wolffe practically ran from the
hanger of the Negotiator towards its medbay, he didn’t even wait on
General Skywalker or Koon to give permission. Only one thought was
clear in his mind.

Obi-Wan.

Only Obi-Wan.

Several shinies he didn’t know the name of jumped out of his way as
the wolf pack leader actually broke into a run to the end of the
hallway where he slammed into an elevator, slamming the button that
would bring him to the star destroyer level that held the medbay.

He was already agitated, the lift much too slow in his mind as it
finally came to a halt and opened the door to the right floor and off
again Wolffe shot.

“Wolf-” Cody tried to stop him right outside the medbay but the
commander ignored the marshal commander and moved right into the
medbay, finding the only occupied bed with ease.

Obi-Wan laid in it, pale and asleep, his face clean shaven which made
him look so much younger and his hair shorter then Wolffe ever
remembered seeing it, practically only spikes. He was covered in a
thick duvet that was clearly not medbay standard and propped up by
several pillows as he breathed slowly and steadily.

“Wolffe wait.” Cody caught him by the elbow before he could move
to the bed and the vod snarled at him, looking at Cody with narrowed
eyes. “Wolffe, please…” Cody amended.

Forcing himself to calm down, Wolffe took a deep breath. “…What?”
He growled out.

“You need to be careful. The flashbang, he was way to close to it,
its why he’s currently clean shaven and short haired, it singed him
but…” Cody took a deep breath. “Vod, it ruined his retinas,
Helix says he’s blind.” He murmured quietly. “The General
doesn’t know yet. He hasn’t woken up yet to be informed.” Cody
swallowed hard, his face wracked with guilt and a bit of shame,
obviously blaming himself.

Wolffe stared at his vod, blinking a bit before looking back to where
Obi-Wan was curled up on the bed among pillows, looking fragile and
pale in the harsh light of the medbay.

Carefully he shook the others arm off his elbow and moved to the bed,
reaching to the others face and cupping it with care, taking note of
how pink some of the skin of his face was. ‘Singed… bacta must
have healed the external wounds and the damaged skin.’ Wolffe’s
mind supplied even as he carefully lifted one of Obi-Wan’s eye
lids.

To his gaze, the eye looked undamaged but… if Helix said he was
blind, then that was it.

Obi-Wan was blind, his riduur.

‘Oh you stupid Jedi…’ Wolffe sat down heavily on the edge and
took one of Obi-Wan’s hand, intent on waiting for him to wake for
however long it took.

Skywalker and Koon had managed to catch up by the time Obi-Wan was
slowly surfacing, the redhead making quiet, confused noises. “Wol?”
He croaked, blinking his eyes and flickering them around.

“Here.” Wolffe lifted the others hand to his lips.

Carefully, Obi-Wan cupped the others face, blinking a few times.
“…Wollfe, its dark, I can’t see.” He whispered out, licking
his lips.

“I know.” Wolffe pressed the others hand to his cheek.

Blinking a bit more, the two words seemed to alert Obi-Wan to the
situation. “…Oh.” The Jedi sighed. “…The flash grenade…”
He closed his eyes tightly.

“Its going to be okay riduur, I’m here for you.” Wolffe
murmured quietly, glancing over to where Skywalker was standing,
speaking in low tones with Helix. “Its going to be okay.” He
squeezed down on the others hand.

Now that you have made Obi-Wan and Wolffe a pairing. I can imagine a version of a blind Obi-Wan and Wolffe together. And Wolffe being very very protective his little blind fox. (This is just a thought and not a prompt idea unless you like it). You da best Moddy!!

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Everyone was avoiding his eyes as Wolffe practically ran from the
hanger of the Negotiator towards its medbay, he didn’t even wait on
General Skywalker or Koon to give permission. Only one thought was
clear in his mind.

Obi-Wan.

Only Obi-Wan.

Several shinies he didn’t know the name of jumped out of his way as
the wolf pack leader actually broke into a run to the end of the
hallway where he slammed into an elevator, slamming the button that
would bring him to the star destroyer level that held the medbay.

He was already agitated, the lift much too slow in his mind as it
finally came to a halt and opened the door to the right floor and off
again Wolffe shot.

“Wolf-” Cody tried to stop him right outside the medbay but the
commander ignored the marshal commander and moved right into the
medbay, finding the only occupied bed with ease.

Obi-Wan laid in it, pale and asleep, his face clean shaven which made
him look so much younger and his hair shorter then Wolffe ever
remembered seeing it, practically only spikes. He was covered in a
thick duvet that was clearly not medbay standard and propped up by
several pillows as he breathed slowly and steadily.

“Wolffe wait.” Cody caught him by the elbow before he could move
to the bed and the vod snarled at him, looking at Cody with narrowed
eyes. “Wolffe, please…” Cody amended.

Forcing himself to calm down, Wolffe took a deep breath. “…What?”
He growled out.

“You need to be careful. The flashbang, he was way to close to it,
its why he’s currently clean shaven and short haired, it singed him
but…” Cody took a deep breath. “Vod, it ruined his retinas,
Helix says he’s blind.” He murmured quietly. “The General
doesn’t know yet. He hasn’t woken up yet to be informed.” Cody
swallowed hard, his face wracked with guilt and a bit of shame,
obviously blaming himself.

Wolffe stared at his vod, blinking a bit before looking back to where
Obi-Wan was curled up on the bed among pillows, looking fragile and
pale in the harsh light of the medbay.

Carefully he shook the others arm off his elbow and moved to the bed,
reaching to the others face and cupping it with care, taking note of
how pink some of the skin of his face was. ‘Singed… bacta must
have healed the external wounds and the damaged skin.’ Wolffe’s
mind supplied even as he carefully lifted one of Obi-Wan’s eye
lids.

To his gaze, the eye looked undamaged but… if Helix said he was
blind, then that was it.

Obi-Wan was blind, his riduur.

‘Oh you stupid Jedi…’ Wolffe sat down heavily on the edge and
took one of Obi-Wan’s hand, intent on waiting for him to wake for
however long it took.

Skywalker and Koon had managed to catch up by the time Obi-Wan was
slowly surfacing, the redhead making quiet, confused noises. “Wol?”
He croaked, blinking his eyes and flickering them around.

“Here.” Wolffe lifted the others hand to his lips.

Carefully, Obi-Wan cupped the others face, blinking a few times.
“…Wollfe, its dark, I can’t see.” He whispered out, licking
his lips.

“I know.” Wolffe pressed the others hand to his cheek.

Blinking a bit more, the two words seemed to alert Obi-Wan to the
situation. “…Oh.” The Jedi sighed. “…The flash grenade…”
He closed his eyes tightly.

“Its going to be okay riduur, I’m here for you.” Wolffe
murmured quietly, glancing over to where Skywalker was standing,
speaking in low tones with Helix. “Its going to be okay.” He
squeezed down on the others hand.

Oooh Wolffe and obi please! I can just picture them being super protective of each other and anyone who catches them together has to retreat from the sheer sass of their combined wit

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Resting his head on his hand, Wolffe pressed his lips together before
growling and lifting his head. “For kark’s sake Cody, I can’t
help it if my soul mate is your General but for his sake can you
please turn down the glowering. He’s getting an ulcer from worrying
about us two going at it in the middle of the camp or some osik like
that.” He huffed.

Almost dropping his mug in shock, Cody stared at him before narrowing
his equally amber eyes at the other man. “I have no ide-”

“You’re giving him more anxieties vod. Stop it. Its the last
thing he needs in this hellish war. Jedi’s weren’t made for
bloodshed and battle like this and its taking enough of a toll on him
if you aren’t going to add to it.” Wolffe shifted, grunting a bit
as he ignored how the mess tent was quieting down around them in an
obvious attempt to listen in.

He didn’t care, it wasn’t a secret that he was Obi-Wan’s soul
mate or that Jedi weren’t made for war.

Hesitating, Cody finally grumbled and nodded. “I just don’t get
it. Why you? He should have some… civilian or Jedi or senator or…”
He looked away. “…Someone safe.” The unsaid that clones died
every day was in there.

Wolffe shrugged. “I don’t know any better then you, all I know is
that he’s ner Runi Brokar, my soul beat.” He gestured with his
fork at the other over the table and their meal. “And there is
nothing you can do to stop me from seeing him when we have the time
now that General Plo and the Wolfpack are working here with the 212th
for this duration. He looks terrible vod.”

Cody breathed out and sat back a bit. “I know but I can’t force
him to eat. We keep stuffing things in his hands and he eats and then
leaves it behind when he gets distracted you know and I can’t
excatly sit in his lap and do it.” He grunted. “Both you and Rex
might have something to say about that.” He said dryly.

Smirking a bit, Wolffe nodded. “Rex would have a lot to say about
that considering he’s your Runi Brokar.”

Cody snorted but nodded and took a small sip of his water. “…Try
to make him eat? I know he’s skipping out on eating and I get the
feeling he’s skipping out on sleeping too and substituting it with
meditation to keep himself going as hard as he is.”

Leering a bit, Wolffe opened his mouth only to dodge as Cody threw
his nutristick at him, scowling like an unhappy dog at him. “And
no, that is not permission to ‘tire’ him out you bastard. Just
make him sleep.”

Sniggering a bit Wolffe nodded though honestly, he was only teasing
Cody a bit. He wasn’t really going to fuck Obi-Wan into tiredness,
gods knew the Jedi needed to rest because Wolffe had only been too
aware of the darkness of the others face that seemed to make him look
like those black eyed bears, the shadows so deep he looked bruised.

And the pale, almost waxy color of the others skin.

It wasn’t healthy.

And Wolffe was going to make sure his fox got a good night sleep now
that he was there.

Even if that meant he had to trap him in bed and lay over his legs
until Obi-Wan was too comfortable to really protest the action.

He was right in the fact that Obi-Wan would protest, squirming and
trying to escape Wolffe’s hold as the trooper stripped him down and
trapped him to the bunk, actually having to act out his initial
thought and lay himself over those legs and twist them with his so
Obi-Wan couldn’t escape.

Sharp frustration and painfully sarcastic words spilled from
Obi-Wan’s lips for about ten minutes.

Then came five minutes of sulking.

And then finally Obi-Wan curled his tired body against Wolffe,
nuzzling his face into the fox on the others skin while Wolffe curled
his fingers on the others hip and rubbed the wolf that stalked it
with loving fingers.

“I’m sorry.” The Jedi whispered tiredly and Wolffe just hushed
him softly, nuzzling his nose into the copper hair.

“Don’t be. You’re tired and upset. Its alright ner jetii. I
know and I’m here for now.” He whispered quietly as he felt
Obi-Wan settle more and more, slowly falling asleep against him with
a tiny noise. “Ner riduur.” He whispered into the others greasy
hair.

Oooh Wolffe and obi please! I can just picture them being super protective of each other and anyone who catches them together has to retreat from the sheer sass of their combined wit

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Resting his head on his hand, Wolffe pressed his lips together before
growling and lifting his head. “For kark’s sake Cody, I can’t
help it if my soul mate is your General but for his sake can you
please turn down the glowering. He’s getting an ulcer from worrying
about us two going at it in the middle of the camp or some osik like
that.” He huffed.

Almost dropping his mug in shock, Cody stared at him before narrowing
his equally amber eyes at the other man. “I have no ide-”

“You’re giving him more anxieties vod. Stop it. Its the last
thing he needs in this hellish war. Jedi’s weren’t made for
bloodshed and battle like this and its taking enough of a toll on him
if you aren’t going to add to it.” Wolffe shifted, grunting a bit
as he ignored how the mess tent was quieting down around them in an
obvious attempt to listen in.

He didn’t care, it wasn’t a secret that he was Obi-Wan’s soul
mate or that Jedi weren’t made for war.

Hesitating, Cody finally grumbled and nodded. “I just don’t get
it. Why you? He should have some… civilian or Jedi or senator or…”
He looked away. “…Someone safe.” The unsaid that clones died
every day was in there.

Wolffe shrugged. “I don’t know any better then you, all I know is
that he’s ner Runi Brokar, my soul beat.” He gestured with his
fork at the other over the table and their meal. “And there is
nothing you can do to stop me from seeing him when we have the time
now that General Plo and the Wolfpack are working here with the 212th
for this duration. He looks terrible vod.”

Cody breathed out and sat back a bit. “I know but I can’t force
him to eat. We keep stuffing things in his hands and he eats and then
leaves it behind when he gets distracted you know and I can’t
excatly sit in his lap and do it.” He grunted. “Both you and Rex
might have something to say about that.” He said dryly.

Smirking a bit, Wolffe nodded. “Rex would have a lot to say about
that considering he’s your Runi Brokar.”

Cody snorted but nodded and took a small sip of his water. “…Try
to make him eat? I know he’s skipping out on eating and I get the
feeling he’s skipping out on sleeping too and substituting it with
meditation to keep himself going as hard as he is.”

Leering a bit, Wolffe opened his mouth only to dodge as Cody threw
his nutristick at him, scowling like an unhappy dog at him. “And
no, that is not permission to ‘tire’ him out you bastard. Just
make him sleep.”

Sniggering a bit Wolffe nodded though honestly, he was only teasing
Cody a bit. He wasn’t really going to fuck Obi-Wan into tiredness,
gods knew the Jedi needed to rest because Wolffe had only been too
aware of the darkness of the others face that seemed to make him look
like those black eyed bears, the shadows so deep he looked bruised.

And the pale, almost waxy color of the others skin.

It wasn’t healthy.

And Wolffe was going to make sure his fox got a good night sleep now
that he was there.

Even if that meant he had to trap him in bed and lay over his legs
until Obi-Wan was too comfortable to really protest the action.

He was right in the fact that Obi-Wan would protest, squirming and
trying to escape Wolffe’s hold as the trooper stripped him down and
trapped him to the bunk, actually having to act out his initial
thought and lay himself over those legs and twist them with his so
Obi-Wan couldn’t escape.

Sharp frustration and painfully sarcastic words spilled from
Obi-Wan’s lips for about ten minutes.

Then came five minutes of sulking.

And then finally Obi-Wan curled his tired body against Wolffe,
nuzzling his face into the fox on the others skin while Wolffe curled
his fingers on the others hip and rubbed the wolf that stalked it
with loving fingers.

“I’m sorry.” The Jedi whispered tiredly and Wolffe just hushed
him softly, nuzzling his nose into the copper hair.

“Don’t be. You’re tired and upset. Its alright ner jetii. I
know and I’m here for now.” He whispered quietly as he felt
Obi-Wan settle more and more, slowly falling asleep against him with
a tiny noise. “Ner riduur.” He whispered into the others greasy
hair.

Wolffe and Obi-wan forming a soulbond.

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The Force knows even if Jedi don’t.

Obi-Wan has carried his Force given soul mark as long as he’s
lived, he was born with it, the wolf that stalks his hip and seems
ready to pounce off his skin and prowl in front of him each time
someone sees him in only his underwear.

Quinlan once commented that his soulmate, whoever they were, must be
strong of will and a predator of mind to have such a mark on
Obi-Wan’s body in the showers of the junior padawans, the kiffar’s
own mark sprawling along his shoulder blades as an ancient sword made
of metal.

All soul marks are different, his master carries a sharp eyed bird on
the inside of his palm, often hidden away now a days that Obi-Wan
knows was Master Tahl’s mark.

And then she passes.

Its enough to make Obi-Wan fear for his own, days spent stroking the
wolf that curls his right hip with his thumb.

He wonders if he will meet the person before they die, wonders how
his master manages to exist without half his soul.

His master seems older but he recovers though not ever fully from the
loss of Tahl in his life.

And in every soul tattooed being, Obi-Wan looks for his own, for the
burn that tells him that this one is half of his soul yet never finds
it, even as Qui-Gon passes, even as he becomes a knight and a master
and he’s alone when others find theirs.

Perhaps he’s not meant for his own soulmate after all?

After everything else, that wouldn’t surprise Obi-Wan.

But…

The Force knows.

The Clones have a place in this galaxy and Obi-Wan knows it as his
right hip burns as he clings to Wolffe’s hand, eyes widening as he
stares at the man in stunned surprise.

Obi-Wan’s soul belongs to a clone who can match him dry sass for
sass and wraps an arm around him tightly and possessively, fingers
curling on the soul mark as Obi-Wan pushes close and lets his own
lips rest on the soul mark of a resting fox on Wolffe’s shoulder.

()()()

Wolffe’s not sure what to make of it when he clasps General
Kenobi’s arm in greeting when General Koon introduces them and his
shoulder starts to burn.

He knows his soul mark, knows its one of the ways he belongs in this
galaxy for all that he is a clone of his template Jango Fett.

But he never expected his soul mate to be a Jedi, this vibrant
redhead with a groomed beard and sparkling eyes that seems to always
have a retort on the tip of his tongue and though that tongue is
talented at so much more then just talk, its the humor and the
cheekiness that catches Wolffe.

And even more then that, the way Obi-Wan’s body curls into his just
like the fox curls up on his shoulder.

Like he belongs right there against him.

Tucked against Wolffe’s body with his arms tight around the
commander’s waist while whispering those sweet little words he
thinks Wolffe can’t hear because of blast damage that had once
taken his eye.

But Wolffe can.

Can hear his jetti quiet little words of praise and love and
attachment that he knows Obi-Wan shouldn’t admit to.

And there’s nothing else in this entire galaxy that sounds as sweet
as those words and despite the war taking them far from each other,
the holocalls are enough to keep Wolffe warm most nights as he traces
the mark on his shoulder with careful fingers.

Though if Cody sends him another glower then Wolffe will just have to
throw down the gloves and tackle his vod, screw rank and regs hah!

Because Wolffe does love his soul mate as much as his soul mate loves
him.

Wolffe and Obi-wan forming a soulbond.

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The Force knows even if Jedi don’t.

Obi-Wan has carried his Force given soul mark as long as he’s
lived, he was born with it, the wolf that stalks his hip and seems
ready to pounce off his skin and prowl in front of him each time
someone sees him in only his underwear.

Quinlan once commented that his soulmate, whoever they were, must be
strong of will and a predator of mind to have such a mark on
Obi-Wan’s body in the showers of the junior padawans, the kiffar’s
own mark sprawling along his shoulder blades as an ancient sword made
of metal.

All soul marks are different, his master carries a sharp eyed bird on
the inside of his palm, often hidden away now a days that Obi-Wan
knows was Master Tahl’s mark.

And then she passes.

Its enough to make Obi-Wan fear for his own, days spent stroking the
wolf that curls his right hip with his thumb.

He wonders if he will meet the person before they die, wonders how
his master manages to exist without half his soul.

His master seems older but he recovers though not ever fully from the
loss of Tahl in his life.

And in every soul tattooed being, Obi-Wan looks for his own, for the
burn that tells him that this one is half of his soul yet never finds
it, even as Qui-Gon passes, even as he becomes a knight and a master
and he’s alone when others find theirs.

Perhaps he’s not meant for his own soulmate after all?

After everything else, that wouldn’t surprise Obi-Wan.

But…

The Force knows.

The Clones have a place in this galaxy and Obi-Wan knows it as his
right hip burns as he clings to Wolffe’s hand, eyes widening as he
stares at the man in stunned surprise.

Obi-Wan’s soul belongs to a clone who can match him dry sass for
sass and wraps an arm around him tightly and possessively, fingers
curling on the soul mark as Obi-Wan pushes close and lets his own
lips rest on the soul mark of a resting fox on Wolffe’s shoulder.

()()()

Wolffe’s not sure what to make of it when he clasps General
Kenobi’s arm in greeting when General Koon introduces them and his
shoulder starts to burn.

He knows his soul mark, knows its one of the ways he belongs in this
galaxy for all that he is a clone of his template Jango Fett.

But he never expected his soul mate to be a Jedi, this vibrant
redhead with a groomed beard and sparkling eyes that seems to always
have a retort on the tip of his tongue and though that tongue is
talented at so much more then just talk, its the humor and the
cheekiness that catches Wolffe.

And even more then that, the way Obi-Wan’s body curls into his just
like the fox curls up on his shoulder.

Like he belongs right there against him.

Tucked against Wolffe’s body with his arms tight around the
commander’s waist while whispering those sweet little words he
thinks Wolffe can’t hear because of blast damage that had once
taken his eye.

But Wolffe can.

Can hear his jetti quiet little words of praise and love and
attachment that he knows Obi-Wan shouldn’t admit to.

And there’s nothing else in this entire galaxy that sounds as sweet
as those words and despite the war taking them far from each other,
the holocalls are enough to keep Wolffe warm most nights as he traces
the mark on his shoulder with careful fingers.

Though if Cody sends him another glower then Wolffe will just have to
throw down the gloves and tackle his vod, screw rank and regs hah!

Because Wolffe does love his soul mate as much as his soul mate loves
him.