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Hey missy! I have a question, I feel like i remember reading this one shot of yours (years ago probably) but I can’t find it on the master list. It was Qui/Obi, I feel like it was a lazy morning with the two of them in bed and Anakin walks in on them? And then something in the force changed, like they had dodged a bullet? Am I crazy?

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Oh fuck, okay, I know there is a story like that. I KNOW, but I can’t for the life of me find it. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are cuddling on the couch and Anakin enters and sees them and there is a small conversation….gah, I know there is *sigh* Anyone willing to help out here?

in sweethoney, how does Anakin’s heat go with Rex? 🥺 these two are so sweet to me and I need to know more pretty please

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Nuzzling into Obi-Wan’s neck as the older omega was hugging him,
Anakin ignored Jango and Rex talking in quiet, even tones a bit
further down the hall.

No,
Anakin was more occupied by the comfort of his… well, they had a
strange relationship honestly, Obi-Wan was a mix between a parent and
a brother at the same time and the definition of their relationship
in regards to pack was always hard to verbalize.

But it
all boiled down to two omegas, family, caring for each other and damn
it, Anakin wanted hugs before he went into his heat and was left in
the heat room with Rex.

And
ever since he got pregnant, Obi-Wan had become slightly more tactile,
much to Anakin’s joy.

Not
that Obi-Wan was cold, it was just that Obi-Wan was a slightly
more reserved person most of the time and that was fine.

Anakin
was just a very tactile person.

Finally,
reluctantly, he pulled back and grimaced down at the amused looking
redhead. “You’re going to be fine Anakin, the rooms here are
properly equipped and you’ve both taken anti-contraption shots. Rex
is going to be good to you and you’re going to be good to him.”
Obi-Wan assured, patting the younger man on the cheek.

Grimacing
again, Anakin shrugged. “I know that, Rex is my alpha and I love
him. I just don’t like heat, it sucks.” He huffed, ignoring Rex
very pointedly puffing up a bit and Jango rolling his eyes in
amusement.

“Its
going to suck less with an alpha to help.” Obi-Wan teased, laughing
when Anakin gave a grumpy little whine.

Finally
though, both Rex and Anakin stepped into the heat room, Anakin making
a beeline towards the bed to start setting up his nest, rubbing his
hands and cheeks on the pillows and sheets to ensure they would smell
like him.

It was
a decent room with no window to avoid an accidental breakout, about
one and a half the size of the common bedroom with a fresher
attached, it had a bed, a counter for supplies, a fridge and a sink.

As
Anakin went to the bed to get it ready, Rex locked the door behind
him, punching in the code the two had decided on and which Obi-Wan
had been informed of in case of an emergency, then he made his way
over to the supplies, settled on the counter by the little fridge.

Mostly
there was standard stuff, water, some juice, ration bags and dried
fruit but Anakin had picked out a few extra bits that he found extra
comforting during heat.

Fruit
leathers, a bag of caramelized grasshoppers, a bag of jerky though
those were for Rex and a box of cheese crackers.

It
would do for the three to four day heat Anakin said he usually had
and Rex nodded in satisfaction to himself, picking up the bag of
jerky to sniff at only to drop it when Anakin let out a distressed
whine.

Turning
sharply, sharp instinct on guard, Rex warily let his eyes roam only
to relax, an exasperated smile crossing his face as he saw Anakin
holding his arms open, sitting on the edge of the bed with his mixed
colored nest of sheets and pillows.

“Reeex.”
Anakin whined impatiently, tapping his foot impatiently as he kept
his arms open.

Shaking
his head, both amused and endeared by the action, Rex made his way
over and let Anakin pull him down into his lap, the two exchanging a
brief kiss before Rex was pulled to add his scent to the nest. “I
was just checking our supplies you know.” He stated quietly,
chuckling as Anakin nuzzled against his neck while rubbing their
combined hands over the blankets.

“Later,
nest making now, cuddles now, then you can be a good alpha and check
the food.” Anakin huffed before pressing a soft kiss to Rex pulse
point, pausing a bit.

Stroking
his hand over the blond curls, Rex let his hand trace down slowly,
curiously finding Anakin’s mating gland.

It was
swollen and red and when Rex gently pressed on it with his fingertip,
Anakin let out a sharp whine, so obviously quite tender too. “Last
chance to back out ner jetti.” Rex murmured quietly, his hand
lingering on the gland, feeling the heat throbbing beneath his touch.

“Never.
Want you. Only you.” Anakin whispered, capturing Rex chin with his
hand and pulling the clone captain into a deep kiss, the sweetness of
his heat scent wrapping around his chosen alpha and mate.

Vaderkin’s gift- Obi has to use his lightsaber and the Sith in general are surprised when Obi defeats the attacking Sith. (Also many believe Obi stole the saber.). Vaderkin just finds the scene hot and proceeds to show his appreciation for the show.

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There is nothing as good as finally coming home, even to a place
filled with hyenas that would betray you to kiss their masters boots.

But
after a full month on Tatooine, Anakin is more than happy to be back
in the Sith temple where he can actually take a bath and not deal
with Jabba the hutt or the memories, thank you very much. Hell, he’s
tired enough to not even pay attention to Obi-Wan, the Jedi trailing
closely after him, looking almost like he wanted to latch onto Darth
Vader’s hand.

The
young Jedi turned Sith pet is clearly uncertain and wary under the
eyes of other Sith, especially since he was almost assaulted last
time in the temple but he has his saber and so Anakin does not worry.

And he
is looking forward to a good bath and rest in their bed, Obi-Wan
curled to his chest.

It had
been too hot on Tatooine to pull his pet to him and give him the
attention Anakin had wanted, even when Obi-Wan had looked adorably
sexy in the sheer tunics with billowy pants he wore to try and cope
with the heat.

Honestly,
how Obi-Wan had managed to look adorable when he was sweaty and pouty
the entire time while trying to cope with the heat, Anakin had no
idea but somehow, the Jedi pulled it of.

And
hey, Anakin had gotten to take off one of Jabba’s arms when he made
undesired advances on Obi-Wan.

If it
had only been words, then maybe Anakin wouldn’t have but having the
slimy slug paw at Obi-Wan and lick his face…

Well,
Anakin had to send a message to the hutt and everyone else.

What
belonged to Darth Vader was not for anyone else to touch,
there would be consequences.

And he
had warned the next time someone touched his property, there would be
a loss of life and not just an arm.

Though
maybe Anakin had taken an unholy amount of glee at doing it, memories
of Gardulla the hutt haunting his mind as he did so and his mother’s
pain driving him forward.

No one
had to know that.

Well…
no one but Obi-Wan.

The
redhead had felt Anakin through the Force after all and had quietly
curled as close as possible to him on the bed that night after a
shower, quietly asking what Anakin had been thinking when he took off
Jabba’s arm.

He
hadn’t meant to answer, not at first, but slowly, Obi-Wan coaxed
out the words, got his Lord Vader to share not only his past but also
his anger.

Jedi
were dangerous, even young ones, their words were honeyed but at
least Obi-Wan belonged to him, so Anakin didn’t have to worry too
much about him using the past against him.

He
blames the tiredness on not noticing the slight flicker in the Force
or the way Maul moves from the shadow.

But to
be fair, Maul is not aiming at him.

The
snap of a lightsaber fills the air and the red blade aims at
Obi-Wan’s back.

But
this time the Jedi is not helpless and does not need Lord Vader to
protect him as Obi-Wan responds by the much lighter hum of his own
blue lightsaber, blocking Maul’s staff from ever touching his
flesh.

Turning
enough to watch, Anakin settled his hand on his hilt but didn’t
draw it, licking his lips as he saw Maul’s eyes flash with surprise
and rage and Obi-Wan’s blue ones filling with satisfaction and an
edge of… anger?

Well,
that was a surprise.

Obi-Wan
had been a holier than thou Jedi until now even as he gave in to
Anakin slowly and steadily.

‘I
guess that even a Jedi feels anger at times.’ Anakin mused,
watching Obi-Wan shoulder checked the still surprised Maul, tumbling
the Sith to his arse on the marble floor.

Maul
snarled, the sound echoing but Obi-Wan lashed out before he could get
off his ass, slicing through the saber staff hilt with his own saber
in a smooth move before falling back in defense as the zabrak snarled
with rage and pain due to the saber core in one end overheating and
exploding, Obi-Wan’s eyes locked on Maul with his back to Anakin.

Trusting,
fierce, angry and proud, his head held high as he stared down at the
Sith.

Anakin
couldn’t help it, he started laughing, shifting forward to rest his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder as they both stared down at Maul. “As
you can see, my pet has a weapon of his own. Seeing as how he needs
it in this temple to remain my pet and you attacked him first, I do
believe you can just… fuck off.” Anakin grinned down at the other
before tugging Obi-Wan along, forcing the Jedi to give his back to
Maul.

Another
tally of humiliation.

And
Maul knew better.

Anakin
had less experience, but he was more powerful than Maul would ever
be.

Leaning
in, his mouth close to Obi-Wan’s ear, Anakin whispered. “Good boy
Obi-Wan. You deserve a reward tonight.” He stated softly, grinning
at the slight of  flush rising Obi-Wan’s neck.

Oh
yes, it was good to be home.

#snailsarefree- Ani starts to slowly fall for his master while Obi recommends Ani knighthood.

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Stepping out of the council chamber,
Obi-Wan let out a deep breath as the doors closed behind him, cutting
off the low voices of the debating council behind him.

Anakin
had decided to head to the Rotunda, a new invitation from the
Chancellor, and so Obi-Wan had seen his chance to go see the council
since Anakin was wary about Obi-Wan being in the Rotunda again.

They
still didn’t know what had happened when he passed out and Anakin
was going to take the chance to look around without Obi-Wan, to see
if he could find whatever otherworldly thing had downed him.

Rubbing
his temples slightly, Obi-Wan made his way to the elevator instead, a
small smile crossing his lips.

He
was proud of the other, Anakin had come far, especially since he had
started on the esoteric lessons to try and figure out the world
Anakin could see.

And
Obi-Wan was beginning to see.

It
was why Obi-Wan had approached the council to start on Anakin’s
trials for knighthood.

Anakin
was more than ready to start on them.

Of
that Obi-Wan was more than certain and he was certain the council
agreed since no one had loudly protested or stated that Anakin wasn’t
ready.

Instead
he had been meet with thoughtful silence as the council exchanged
looks, some looking a bit less certain but hopefully Obi-Wan’s
arguments in Anakin’s favor would sway them. Or one of the others,
like Plo, would sway his fellow council members.

For
now, Obi-Wan would have to wait for the council to contact him again
with their decision.

‘But
until they do, I can start Anakin on getting ready.’ Obi-Wan smiled
to himself, folding his hands into his sleeves, the door pinging open
as it reached the quarters. Stepped out into the hall, Obi-Wan perked
up as he saw a familiar head of blond and black clothed shape on its
way through the hall.

“Anakin!”
He called out, walking faster without making it seem like he was
hurrying.

()()()

Rubbing
the back of his neck, Anakin frowned
darkly at the ground as his feet automatically traced the path to his
and Obi-Wan’s shared quarters, avoiding both Jedi and snails on the
floor without even glancing at them, a light Force judge warning him
before he bumped into someone or stepped on a critter.

The
visit to the Chancellor hadn’t turned up any leads, he had seen no
sight of anything otherworldly that could have caused Obi-Wan’s
nosebleed and fainting incident, setting him in a dark mood.

Add
to that, he had seen Padme today.

He
had seen her but she not him and… he had felt nothing.

Just
a brief, fond sensation of nostalgia and a bit of joy to see her well
as she looked healthy and happy as she was conversing with her
security guard from what Anakin could tell.

For
some reason he had assumed…

‘I
guess childhood infatuation isn’t as strong with time and distance…
or maybe I’ve changed?’ Anakin mused to himself.

Maybe
the changes to not only his physical form but also his mental states
that allowed him to see the snails and other world had changed his
emotions.

‘Have
I really changed that mu-’

“Anakin!”
A happy, warm voice called his name, the bond between his master and
him lighting up as Anakin automatically turned, his heart skipping a
slight beat as Obi-Wan came towards him, the sun caught in his hair
and a warm smile on the master’s face.

All
three eyes were focused on him, creased with his smile and that
smile… Anakin wanted that smile on him always.

“Master.”
He grinned in return, his foul mood slipping off him like a dirty
cloak, falling away as Obi-Wan caught up to him and settled at his
side.

“Good,
you’re back for dinner, we can eat together.” Obi-Wan stated, joy
in his voice and contentment in his eyes.

“Yeah,
we can eat together.” Anakin agreed, engaging Obi-Wan in small talk
about the chancellor’s health and the state of the Rotunda as they
made their way to their home.

soooooooooo maybe this sounds strange and is probably more a question tna a prompt but in Kyber Tears we have had tears of sadness, pain, love but what about tears of rage (and the strange part, tears of lust)

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So technically I never specified particular colors for tears.

When Obi-Wan is in pain, he cries all colors, the same goes for rage really though Obi-Wan has only done it once and he doesn’t remember it. As for lust… well that might get a color.

My meta for it is that especially strong emotions, overwhelming and powerful are the only ones that causes particular colors. Anything else just causes a myriade of colors.

So lust might make either a shade of pink or closer to red actually without being broken or bleeding crystals for the dark. I think there was some canon about red being possible without bleeding the crystals or making them artifical, yes?

Anyhow, yeah lol

Not a prompt, just holy dear stars the pain of the Council gently, compassionately intervening on Anakin’s behalf with Obi-Wan in lightthroughthecracks. Supporting Obi-Wan and helping him heal when he was trying so hard to appear perfect and hide it because he couldn’t trust people? Cutting him off from Anakin and censuring him for what he’d done while also gently supporting him? OW OW OW. And look at at that, supporting both parties while STOPPING the injustice and mistreatment. OW

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I have no idea who you are anon but THANK you, I love comments and responses like this ❤

#tomeyoubelong- Obi freaks out when he wakes up on Vaderkin’s ship. The emperor is also trying to discover where Vader was for a week.

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There is nothing more tedious than standing in front of the Emperor
and Vader would very much like to choke the old fool now.

If he
didn’t need him, he would but there is still a long way for him to
go but Anakin, as the single true and loyal ‘Jedi’ can easily
assume the throne once he gets rid of the traitor.

And he
knows he’s a traitor.

Sidious
had promised him to save Padme.

You
did not need the person in front of you to preform Force rituals on
them, not really. Sidious should have saved her and the child’s
life… and he hadn’t.

Vader
suspected that Sidious never intended to save her life, to have
another cause for Anakin Skywalker to fall and remove another anchor
of support.

The
people he loved had been his strength and his weakness at the same
time and Vader knew it.

But
Force, the day he finally killed the melted bastard was going to be a
good one.

“So
you’ve returned from Tatooine with an omega,” The old goat
drawled, staring at Anakin from under the shadows of his hood, trying
to hide how badly disfigured his visage was from most of the crew of
the Fist. “Tell me Lord Vader, what are you doing with it?”

There
were a few coughs around the bridge.

Clearly
the troopers and natural borns had their own thoughts on and felt it
was a rather obvious what Vader wanted an omega for.

Instead
of reacting to the noise, Vader simply rose his own brow. “You
failed to save my mate as promised Emperor Palpatine,” He stated in
a dry and even tone, ignoring the stiffening around the bridge. The
why’s of how Vader came to work for Palpatine was not something
everyone knew. Vader didn’t care if they knew anymore, he had a
Jedi to hide. “I have grieved for my mate and our unborn child. I
am allowed to try again.” He settled on.

He had
been thinking about that as he got Obi-Wan comfortable in his
quarters.

How to
justify being gone and getting Obi-Wan onboard.

Simplest
way that Sidious would believe?

Claim
he had found himself an omega to rear children with.

Sidious
eyes were narrowed at him, the Emperor leaning forward. “You…
have a mate?” He stated slowly.

“An
omega,” Vader stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he raised
his chin. “My mate is gone.” He murmured a bit more quietly.

Let
Sidious get what he wanted from that.

It was
true.

Padme
was gone and Obi-Wan was an omega he had acquired.

Both
were truth and therefore the Force would not inform Sidious of it as
a lie or reveal Vader had found his old Jedi master.

“Hmm,”
Sidious sat back before nodding. “As you wish then Lord Vader. You
are to return to Coruscant now.”

The
holo call cut off before Vader could say anything and he rolled his
eyes.

For a
galactic emperor, that was petty behavior but instead of saying
anything, he inclined his head to Piett before turning, intent on
returning to his quarters.

To
Obi-Wan.

He was
sure to be awake by now.

()()()

Shuffling
slightly, Obi-Wan felt confusion slither into his veins.

Because
he was comfortable.

Tatooine
was never comfortable and even less so after a heat.

But in
this moment he was comfortably warm, he felt clean and not hungry or
thirsty.

Something
he had never been after a heat.

He was
resting on a mattress much too comfortable to be his, no animal furs
to warm him or the rough linens that he had managed to buy and he was
wearing clothes that felt far too big on him with a scent that
made Obi-Wan’s eyes water from the familiarity of it.

Confusion
gave way for horror as he sat up, the sheets pooling down around his
waist, eyes wide as he took in the sight of a karking ship quarters.
Large quarters to be sure but still ship quarters and worse of all,
he recognized them.

Not as
the ship quarters but by the interior.

The
droid parts scattered around, the tools, a black cape laying over a
chair.

And
than there was the scent and Force feel, darker than Obi-Wan was used
to but unmistakably familiar.

Before
he could think too much, the doors snapped open and Lord Vader
entered, the man pausing to blink at Obi-Wan as the Jedi pressed his
back to the headboard, staring in return.