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Can you write something vaderwan (but not emperor vader verse) where ter order 66, Vaderkin kidnaps obi-Wan and keeps him as a prisoner, and is basically fully ready to stockholm/gloat/try to turn/dubcon the hell out of him – and Obi-Wan just ignores him. Won’t give him the time of day, or answer any of his baiting with bantering back – and Vaderkin starts to realize that he may have lost something irreplaceable.

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The Jedi’s back hit the wall hard enough to smack his head against
it, a sound crack resonating through the entire room as it impacted.
And yet, yet after blinking stars out of his eyes, Obi-Wan firmly
kept his eyes to the side.

“Damn it Obi-Wan, LOOK at me!” Anakin snarled, hands digging into
the others shoulders, his mech hand digging hard enough to bruise he
knew.

Except for a slight tensing, Obi-Wan made no outward reaction. He
never did, not even when Anakin hurt him.

He knew that his master wouldn’t be happy, knew that he would
reticent when captured and contained in the mansion that belonged to
Darth Vader, hand of the Emperor.

But he hadn’t expected him to stop responding to him at all and
never say a word to him. He hadn’t expected the man to become a
shadow of his former self that never spoke.

Anakin snarled before taking note of the smear of red against the
wall behind Obi-Wan, dragging the other forward against his chest to
check on the back of his head, running his fingers through the others
ginger hair to find the wound he had cracked open.

“Blasted Obi-Wan, stop this. Talk to me. Look at me.” He growled
quieter, pulling bacta of his belt to treat him.

He had started carrying a bacta tube on himself after the first month
of Obi-Wan capture when everyday ended with Obi-Wan bleeding or
bruised in some manner.

He didn’t mean to, not usually but Obi-Wan always managed to make
him mad, even without saying anything. This wasn’t what he wanted
when he had managed to subdue Obi-Wan on Mustafar, he hadn’t wanted
a shell of a man who never spoke and never looked at him.

It was just a ghost with Obi-Wan’s face.

“Damn it Obi-Wan…talk to me.” Anakin whispered, cupping the
back of the others still bloody head to tuck him against his
shoulder, burying his nose in the others hair to take in the familiar
scent. He caressed bloody strands of hair as the bacta worked on the
wound. “I can be gentle if you just…look at me?” He murmured.

Once again there was no reaction.

All Obi-Wan did was remain still, breathing against his black
clothes.

“Obi-Wan.” He whispered, a tinge of desperation entering his
voice.

Someone knocked on the door and Anakin pulled away with a snarl.
“Enter!” He growled, eyes glowing yellow as the door slid open to
reveal Appo. “Yes?”

“Sir, the Emperor is calling for you. He is requesting your
presence sir.”

“I…see.” Anakin grumbled, glancing at the Jedi by his side and
the smear of blood on the wall. “Tell him I’m on my way.”

Appo gave a salute then marched away.

“…I’ll be back once the Emperor has given me his orders
Obi-Wan. Eat something while I’m gone.” Anakin turned back to the
Jedi, cupping his chin and raising his head. Once again Obi-Wan
focused his eyes anywhere but on him and the blond growled a bit
before desperately reigning in his emotions, leaving in a swirl of
black robes and anger.

()()()

In the room Obi-Wan gave a shaky breath before slowly reaching up to
the back of his head and touching the sticky hair, wincing a bit.
‘Shower…I need a shower…’ He moved through the rooms, the
Force suppressor collar almost unnoticeable now with months of wear.

He could still access the Force, could feel it move around him and
the galaxy but could no longer utilize it. Any attempt left him dizzy
and confused.

He’d once almost fallen from the balcony when he attempted and only
the clone checking in on him grabbing him by his tunic had saved him
from splattering on the ground far below.

Obi-Wan still wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not.

He carefully undid his clothes and threw them in the hamper, touching
the red marks on his shoulder where Vader’s mech hand had grabbed
him, rubbing the marks carefully before sighing and stepping into the
shower, opting for the water instead of sonic.

Only then did he give a proper reaction, breath stuttering carefully
as he cried under the warm spray of the shower.

()()()

Asleep, that was the only time Obi-Wan responded to his touch.

Anakin knelt by the couch and continued slowly stroking the redhead’s
cheek, smiling when he leaned into the touch, subconsciously seeking
more of it.

This was the only time he got to see the softer and needier side of
Obi-Wan anymore.

Not the unwilling glances to the side and the inaction when Anakin
hurt him.

When Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

The Sith gritted his teeth at that thought, hand stilling.

He thought that by sparing Obi-Wan, he could keep at least the other
man in his life. But it seemed in trying to save those he loved the
most…he had lost it all.

Can you write something vaderwan (but not emperor vader verse) where ter order 66, Vaderkin kidnaps obi-Wan and keeps him as a prisoner, and is basically fully ready to stockholm/gloat/try to turn/dubcon the hell out of him – and Obi-Wan just ignores him. Won’t give him the time of day, or answer any of his baiting with bantering back – and Vaderkin starts to realize that he may have lost something irreplaceable.

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The Jedi’s back hit the wall hard enough to smack his head against
it, a sound crack resonating through the entire room as it impacted.
And yet, yet after blinking stars out of his eyes, Obi-Wan firmly
kept his eyes to the side.

“Damn it Obi-Wan, LOOK at me!” Anakin snarled, hands digging into
the others shoulders, his mech hand digging hard enough to bruise he
knew.

Except for a slight tensing, Obi-Wan made no outward reaction. He
never did, not even when Anakin hurt him.

He knew that his master wouldn’t be happy, knew that he would
reticent when captured and contained in the mansion that belonged to
Darth Vader, hand of the Emperor.

But he hadn’t expected him to stop responding to him at all and
never say a word to him. He hadn’t expected the man to become a
shadow of his former self that never spoke.

Anakin snarled before taking note of the smear of red against the
wall behind Obi-Wan, dragging the other forward against his chest to
check on the back of his head, running his fingers through the others
ginger hair to find the wound he had cracked open.

“Blasted Obi-Wan, stop this. Talk to me. Look at me.” He growled
quieter, pulling bacta of his belt to treat him.

He had started carrying a bacta tube on himself after the first month
of Obi-Wan capture when everyday ended with Obi-Wan bleeding or
bruised in some manner.

He didn’t mean to, not usually but Obi-Wan always managed to make
him mad, even without saying anything. This wasn’t what he wanted
when he had managed to subdue Obi-Wan on Mustafar, he hadn’t wanted
a shell of a man who never spoke and never looked at him.

It was just a ghost with Obi-Wan’s face.

“Damn it Obi-Wan…talk to me.” Anakin whispered, cupping the
back of the others still bloody head to tuck him against his
shoulder, burying his nose in the others hair to take in the familiar
scent. He caressed bloody strands of hair as the bacta worked on the
wound. “I can be gentle if you just…look at me?” He murmured.

Once again there was no reaction.

All Obi-Wan did was remain still, breathing against his black
clothes.

“Obi-Wan.” He whispered, a tinge of desperation entering his
voice.

Someone knocked on the door and Anakin pulled away with a snarl.
“Enter!” He growled, eyes glowing yellow as the door slid open to
reveal Appo. “Yes?”

“Sir, the Emperor is calling for you. He is requesting your
presence sir.”

“I…see.” Anakin grumbled, glancing at the Jedi by his side and
the smear of blood on the wall. “Tell him I’m on my way.”

Appo gave a salute then marched away.

“…I’ll be back once the Emperor has given me his orders
Obi-Wan. Eat something while I’m gone.” Anakin turned back to the
Jedi, cupping his chin and raising his head. Once again Obi-Wan
focused his eyes anywhere but on him and the blond growled a bit
before desperately reigning in his emotions, leaving in a swirl of
black robes and anger.

()()()

In the room Obi-Wan gave a shaky breath before slowly reaching up to
the back of his head and touching the sticky hair, wincing a bit.
‘Shower…I need a shower…’ He moved through the rooms, the
Force suppressor collar almost unnoticeable now with months of wear.

He could still access the Force, could feel it move around him and
the galaxy but could no longer utilize it. Any attempt left him dizzy
and confused.

He’d once almost fallen from the balcony when he attempted and only
the clone checking in on him grabbing him by his tunic had saved him
from splattering on the ground far below.

Obi-Wan still wasn’t sure if he was grateful or not.

He carefully undid his clothes and threw them in the hamper, touching
the red marks on his shoulder where Vader’s mech hand had grabbed
him, rubbing the marks carefully before sighing and stepping into the
shower, opting for the water instead of sonic.

Only then did he give a proper reaction, breath stuttering carefully
as he cried under the warm spray of the shower.

()()()

Asleep, that was the only time Obi-Wan responded to his touch.

Anakin knelt by the couch and continued slowly stroking the redhead’s
cheek, smiling when he leaned into the touch, subconsciously seeking
more of it.

This was the only time he got to see the softer and needier side of
Obi-Wan anymore.

Not the unwilling glances to the side and the inaction when Anakin
hurt him.

When Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

The Sith gritted his teeth at that thought, hand stilling.

He thought that by sparing Obi-Wan, he could keep at least the other
man in his life. But it seemed in trying to save those he loved the
most…he had lost it all.

I love all of your little snippets they are all amazingly done!! Do you think you could do one where it’s a Mustafar AU, where instead of Padme, it’s Obi-Wan Vaderkin loves and turns to the dark side for.

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Blue eyes snapped open to stare at the darkened ceiling above, breath
caught in his chest as his mind relayed what he had just seen.

Fire and lava, a scream in the air and a saber thrusting through the
body of someone Anakin would give his soul to defend. A small noise
made him turn onto his side to look at said body, reaching out and
stroking the bearded cheek gently.

Obi-Wan gave a low mumble, laying on his side with his head pillowed
on a hand and an arm tucked beneath his own body. He was bound to be
fully numb in it and complain about pins and needle sensation when he
woke, laughing at Anakin if the blond complained about drooling older
men.

Still asleep, still alive, shoulders covered in marks made by
Anakin’s mouth and his hair tousled by sleep. Obi-Wan mumbled
lightly at the touch and shifted closer at the touch and there is
never a time when Anakin won’t welcome the others sleeping body
against his.

He tucks his arm around the others back, sprawling his hand on the
others back with his fingers spread as he feels the heart beneath the
flesh beat steadily. ‘It was just a dream…he won’t die. Its not
like when I had visions about mother.’ He thought firmly, trying to
calm himself as he pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead, settling
against the copper haired Jedi.

‘Its just a nightmare…’ He tries to convince himself. He
doesn’t sleep the rest of the night, remaining awake and listening
to Obi-Wan’s steady breath and strong heartbeat. He laughs it of
when Obi-Wan wakes and looks at him in confusion since Anakin is
never the one to wake first of the two.

He has the same dream every night for a week. The same fucking
vision.

He gentles his touch, holds Obi-Wan just a moment longer each day and
gets questioning glances for them. Anakin draws Obi-Wan closer and
curses the vision for not showing him who he has to kill to keep
Obi-Wan safe.

Anakin doesn’t want to lose this man who’s been a steady presence
since he was ten. This man who has shielded him from the galaxy until
Anakin was ready for his own steps into it. This man who let go of
his own responsibilities and duties just to indulge Anakin.

This man who fell in love with him and had let Anakin guide them to a
flat surface.

He holds Obi-Wan a bit tighter every day, as if his touch alone can
shield him. But he’s not there when Obi-Wan gets sent of to fight
Grievous alone, he’s not by Obi-Wan’s side because the council
chooses to send Obi-Wan alone, perhaps as a test against Anakin or a
test against Obi-Wan himself.

And then Palpatine tells him he can save Obi-Wan from certain death,
that he is a sith lord and the dark side can save his Obi-Wan.

He makes a deal with the devil and he knows even as he gives
Palpatine his loyalty after the death of Mace Windu that Obi-Wan will
never forgive him for it.

But he will live.

He marches on the temple with the 501, though Rex is not in
attendance and he has a new captain. He spares a few moments to
wonder where Rex is and then he can’t think because he’s killing
those who once trusted him.

The final blow is the council chambers, the younglings.

‘Its for Obi-Wan.’ He reminds himself. Anakin reminds himself
that its for Obi-Wan, his Obi-Wan who should never die on the end of
a saber.

He’s not losing Obi-Wan.

And then he does, on Mustafar, he loses the one constant stability he
had in his life, on the end of his own saber. He hadn’t meant to,
he was trying to disarm Obi-Wan not…

“No, no no no. Obi-Wan, no.” Anakin hold’s the others gasping
body to his, lifts him, rushing to the shuttle. “Obi-Wan don’t
you dare. I did this for you!”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer, closes his eyes and goes limp in Anakin’s
arms.

I love all of your little snippets they are all amazingly done!! Do you think you could do one where it’s a Mustafar AU, where instead of Padme, it’s Obi-Wan Vaderkin loves and turns to the dark side for.

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Blue eyes snapped open to stare at the darkened ceiling above, breath
caught in his chest as his mind relayed what he had just seen.

Fire and lava, a scream in the air and a saber thrusting through the
body of someone Anakin would give his soul to defend. A small noise
made him turn onto his side to look at said body, reaching out and
stroking the bearded cheek gently.

Obi-Wan gave a low mumble, laying on his side with his head pillowed
on a hand and an arm tucked beneath his own body. He was bound to be
fully numb in it and complain about pins and needle sensation when he
woke, laughing at Anakin if the blond complained about drooling older
men.

Still asleep, still alive, shoulders covered in marks made by
Anakin’s mouth and his hair tousled by sleep. Obi-Wan mumbled
lightly at the touch and shifted closer at the touch and there is
never a time when Anakin won’t welcome the others sleeping body
against his.

He tucks his arm around the others back, sprawling his hand on the
others back with his fingers spread as he feels the heart beneath the
flesh beat steadily. ‘It was just a dream…he won’t die. Its not
like when I had visions about mother.’ He thought firmly, trying to
calm himself as he pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead, settling
against the copper haired Jedi.

‘Its just a nightmare…’ He tries to convince himself. He
doesn’t sleep the rest of the night, remaining awake and listening
to Obi-Wan’s steady breath and strong heartbeat. He laughs it of
when Obi-Wan wakes and looks at him in confusion since Anakin is
never the one to wake first of the two.

He has the same dream every night for a week. The same fucking
vision.

He gentles his touch, holds Obi-Wan just a moment longer each day and
gets questioning glances for them. Anakin draws Obi-Wan closer and
curses the vision for not showing him who he has to kill to keep
Obi-Wan safe.

Anakin doesn’t want to lose this man who’s been a steady presence
since he was ten. This man who has shielded him from the galaxy until
Anakin was ready for his own steps into it. This man who let go of
his own responsibilities and duties just to indulge Anakin.

This man who fell in love with him and had let Anakin guide them to a
flat surface.

He holds Obi-Wan a bit tighter every day, as if his touch alone can
shield him. But he’s not there when Obi-Wan gets sent of to fight
Grievous alone, he’s not by Obi-Wan’s side because the council
chooses to send Obi-Wan alone, perhaps as a test against Anakin or a
test against Obi-Wan himself.

And then Palpatine tells him he can save Obi-Wan from certain death,
that he is a sith lord and the dark side can save his Obi-Wan.

He makes a deal with the devil and he knows even as he gives
Palpatine his loyalty after the death of Mace Windu that Obi-Wan will
never forgive him for it.

But he will live.

He marches on the temple with the 501, though Rex is not in
attendance and he has a new captain. He spares a few moments to
wonder where Rex is and then he can’t think because he’s killing
those who once trusted him.

The final blow is the council chambers, the younglings.

‘Its for Obi-Wan.’ He reminds himself. Anakin reminds himself
that its for Obi-Wan, his Obi-Wan who should never die on the end of
a saber.

He’s not losing Obi-Wan.

And then he does, on Mustafar, he loses the one constant stability he
had in his life, on the end of his own saber. He hadn’t meant to,
he was trying to disarm Obi-Wan not…

“No, no no no. Obi-Wan, no.” Anakin hold’s the others gasping
body to his, lifts him, rushing to the shuttle. “Obi-Wan don’t
you dare. I did this for you!”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer, closes his eyes and goes limp in Anakin’s
arms.

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“What do you mean he’s an omega?” Padme blinked at her husband
as he straddled her lap, shrugging slightly.

“What I said, he’s an omega. He’s always been it. He’s been
on scent blockers and suppressors for most of his life.” Anakin
offered in return and the Senator sat back on the couch in surprise.
She’d honestly thought Obi-Wan was a beta since scents seemed to
slip of him as if he couldn’t smell them.

But if what Anakin said was true it was more a case of him denying
himself then anything.

“And he wants to do this? Wait how did you even learn if he’s on
scent blockers and suppressors?” She looked back at Anakin who
rubbed the back of his neck.

“Because Ventress ripped his scent blocker out during a battle.”
Anakin gave a slight growl as he shifted in agitation. “Everyone
could smell him the moment it happened and I don’t think I ever
seen him fight like that before even when he’s gotten injured. He
tried to play it off until I got him to confess. As for if he wants
to be on scent blockers and suppressors? I don’t know, he wasn’t
exactly open about it.” He sighed.

Padme reached up and ran her fingers through the others hair,
hesitating a bit. “How did he smell?” She asked quietly and
Anakin’s eyes lit up. “Like nothing else, sweeter then those
Naboo peers you introduced me to and more mouthwatering then the
candy they make of them.” He tried not to squirm.

They had talked about the potential of a third but out of everyone
they trusted there were quite a few omegas around, since they were
both alphas they would honestly need a milder third then the two of
them could be.

But with the revelation of Obi-Wan actually being an omega…

“Should we speak to him?” She finally asked her husband, rubbing
his calves slowly as he undid her hair steadily.

“I don’t know. You know how wary he gets every time both of us
approach him. I mean its not obvious or anything but I know Obi-Wan,
there’s this line of panic in his eyes before he hides it. I guess
its because we’re both rather dominant alphas and subconsciously he
can’t help but react.”

“So you talk to him alone then? Or I?”

Anakin stopped and sat back on her knees, frowning slightly. “It
would be easier for me to corner him alone.”

She nodded at that.

“But its not really a potential conversation I’d like to have
alone.”

“His heart is not a game Anakin. If, IF he wants to join us then we
can have that conversation together all three.” She offered
seriously and smiled when the other grumbled.

“I wasn’t…that…I’m not going to play with him.”

“Ease him into the conversation first.” Padme leaned in and
nuzzled into the others neck. “If he’s willing to hear you out
then we can have dinner here and talk like adults about the
potential.”

“I remember why I liked you so much now. You’re so smart.”
Anakin grinned at her.

She laughed and hit him in the chest, as they rested their forehead
against each other.

()()()

“No I’m QUITE sure, my quarters are just fine Cody!” The Jedi
inched around his commander, trying not to groan at the alpha. “I
got quite enough blankets in there.”

“Pillows then sir?”

“I got that too.” Obi-Wan wanted to rub his face as he stopped at
the holoprojector. Ever since his secondary gender came out during
that disaster of a battle, everyone had been behaving oddly around
him.

Or well everyone who had smelled him that day.

Obi-Wan didn’t see what the fuss was about!

He was still the same person in the end of the day, omega or not. He
didn’t need to be pampered and given extra attention. Only thing
that relieved him was that despite the entire 212 and 501 behaving
like he was suddenly made of glass was that it was not in a desire to
mate with him at the very least.

If he didn’t know better he’d say they thought themselves as his
alpha brothers or something.

He absently accepted the tea cup from Captain Rex with a slight nod

And the dried fruit snacks Helix passed him, absently nibbling on a
few pieces before realizing what he was doing and giving both annoyed
looks. He only got unrepentant raised eyebrows back.

“Honestly, I’m just the same as before the battle at Irok. Just
beca-”

“Obi-Wan!” The Jedi twirled on his heel then smiled at his former
apprentice, nodding to him and to Ahsoka. “There you two are, I was
starting to wonder if you two even came onboard.” He teased warmly
and Ahsoka grinned at him and jabbed Anakin in the side with her
elbow.

“He was late!” She offered cheerfully and Anakin grimaced at
Obi-Wan as the other Jedi grinned knowingly as Padme’s scent
practically reeking of him. “I wonder why.”

“Oh hark hark, yes yes.” Anakin snorted at them before gesturing.
“Though I wanted to talk with you later Obi-Wan, if you had time
time.”

“Hmm? Yes of course.” Obi-Wan turned back to the holoprojector,
missing the sharp looks the clones threw Anakin as the blond beamed.
Ahsoka just held her hands up in surrender as she didn’t want to
get involved. Really, humans and their secondary genders.

()()()

“I’m not sure I understand still.” Obi-Wan anxiously twirled
his fork through the soypro on his plate, licking his lips. “I know
you two are bonded but you want me to join?” He glanced at them
both through his fringe.

Being bonded wasn’t against the Jedi code though heavily frowned
upon. It was hard to fight biology though and with the war more and
more Jedi were getting bonded left and right with reforms on the
horizon that Yoda was certainly not approving upon.

Not that the old master had much to say on it when it came to it. The
Jedi needed change.

“We’re both alpha’s.” Padme offered softly then slowly held
out her hand, waiting on a hesitant Obi-Wan to place his in hers,
stroking her thumb over his knuckles. “And while it might function
out quite fine, we know we can be a bit…”

“Aggressive.” Anakin finished, also reaching out towards Obi-Wan
and waiting for the second hand. “And we trust you. We like you.
All of you, your personality and your wit and that damn smile.”
Anakin cocked a grin at his old master.

Obi-Wan huffed and shifted a bit, peering at both. “…This isn’t
because I lost my implant is it Anakin?” He ventured.

“Not fully no. We’ve been thinking about a third for a long time
but we didn’t know any omegas we could trust. We had no idea you
were one or we would have asked…ages ago.” The knight shrugged.

“There are plenty of bet-”

“We need an omega.” Padme squeezed his hand. “Anakin wasn’t
joking when he said we were aggressive. Ruts cause us to…”

“She threw a lamp at the last rut and proceeded to start crying
about it moments later.” Anakin grinned.

“Anakin!” She hit him in the shoulder and he laughed. “Oh like
you’re any better, your last rut made you flip the table when you
couldn’t figure out how the droid parts fit and then you hid
underneath the couch whining for an hour.”

That got a sulk out of the other.

“That’s not healthy.” Obi-Wan offered both in disapproval.

“No but not unheard of in double alpha parings that feed hormones
of each other.” Padme sighed and rubbed her neck with her free hand
before she stroked Obi-Wan’s knuckles slowly. “Please just
consider it Obi-Wan? We both enjoy your company, it doesn’t even
have to be sexual unless you want to.”

That got a blink out of Obi-Wan and he looked down ponderingly,
absently noting that Anakin was almost vibrating in place.

“…Give me a few days…perhaps weeks…to think it over?”

“Of course.” Padme offered quickly. “But can we take you on
dates if possible?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head and thought it over. “…Not to many and no
mention of being your third if you do. Just…get to know one another
dates okay?”

“Okay.” Anakin eagerly nodded.

“Okay.” Obi-Wan smiled at them, squeezing their hands carefully
in return. His future suddenly felt a little bit…brigheter.

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“What do you mean he’s an omega?” Padme blinked at her husband
as he straddled her lap, shrugging slightly.

“What I said, he’s an omega. He’s always been it. He’s been
on scent blockers and suppressors for most of his life.” Anakin
offered in return and the Senator sat back on the couch in surprise.
She’d honestly thought Obi-Wan was a beta since scents seemed to
slip of him as if he couldn’t smell them.

But if what Anakin said was true it was more a case of him denying
himself then anything.

“And he wants to do this? Wait how did you even learn if he’s on
scent blockers and suppressors?” She looked back at Anakin who
rubbed the back of his neck.

“Because Ventress ripped his scent blocker out during a battle.”
Anakin gave a slight growl as he shifted in agitation. “Everyone
could smell him the moment it happened and I don’t think I ever
seen him fight like that before even when he’s gotten injured. He
tried to play it off until I got him to confess. As for if he wants
to be on scent blockers and suppressors? I don’t know, he wasn’t
exactly open about it.” He sighed.

Padme reached up and ran her fingers through the others hair,
hesitating a bit. “How did he smell?” She asked quietly and
Anakin’s eyes lit up. “Like nothing else, sweeter then those
Naboo peers you introduced me to and more mouthwatering then the
candy they make of them.” He tried not to squirm.

They had talked about the potential of a third but out of everyone
they trusted there were quite a few omegas around, since they were
both alphas they would honestly need a milder third then the two of
them could be.

But with the revelation of Obi-Wan actually being an omega…

“Should we speak to him?” She finally asked her husband, rubbing
his calves slowly as he undid her hair steadily.

“I don’t know. You know how wary he gets every time both of us
approach him. I mean its not obvious or anything but I know Obi-Wan,
there’s this line of panic in his eyes before he hides it. I guess
its because we’re both rather dominant alphas and subconsciously he
can’t help but react.”

“So you talk to him alone then? Or I?”

Anakin stopped and sat back on her knees, frowning slightly. “It
would be easier for me to corner him alone.”

She nodded at that.

“But its not really a potential conversation I’d like to have
alone.”

“His heart is not a game Anakin. If, IF he wants to join us then we
can have that conversation together all three.” She offered
seriously and smiled when the other grumbled.

“I wasn’t…that…I’m not going to play with him.”

“Ease him into the conversation first.” Padme leaned in and
nuzzled into the others neck. “If he’s willing to hear you out
then we can have dinner here and talk like adults about the
potential.”

“I remember why I liked you so much now. You’re so smart.”
Anakin grinned at her.

She laughed and hit him in the chest, as they rested their forehead
against each other.

()()()

“No I’m QUITE sure, my quarters are just fine Cody!” The Jedi
inched around his commander, trying not to groan at the alpha. “I
got quite enough blankets in there.”

“Pillows then sir?”

“I got that too.” Obi-Wan wanted to rub his face as he stopped at
the holoprojector. Ever since his secondary gender came out during
that disaster of a battle, everyone had been behaving oddly around
him.

Or well everyone who had smelled him that day.

Obi-Wan didn’t see what the fuss was about!

He was still the same person in the end of the day, omega or not. He
didn’t need to be pampered and given extra attention. Only thing
that relieved him was that despite the entire 212 and 501 behaving
like he was suddenly made of glass was that it was not in a desire to
mate with him at the very least.

If he didn’t know better he’d say they thought themselves as his
alpha brothers or something.

He absently accepted the tea cup from Captain Rex with a slight nod

And the dried fruit snacks Helix passed him, absently nibbling on a
few pieces before realizing what he was doing and giving both annoyed
looks. He only got unrepentant raised eyebrows back.

“Honestly, I’m just the same as before the battle at Irok. Just
beca-”

“Obi-Wan!” The Jedi twirled on his heel then smiled at his former
apprentice, nodding to him and to Ahsoka. “There you two are, I was
starting to wonder if you two even came onboard.” He teased warmly
and Ahsoka grinned at him and jabbed Anakin in the side with her
elbow.

“He was late!” She offered cheerfully and Anakin grimaced at
Obi-Wan as the other Jedi grinned knowingly as Padme’s scent
practically reeking of him. “I wonder why.”

“Oh hark hark, yes yes.” Anakin snorted at them before gesturing.
“Though I wanted to talk with you later Obi-Wan, if you had time
time.”

“Hmm? Yes of course.” Obi-Wan turned back to the holoprojector,
missing the sharp looks the clones threw Anakin as the blond beamed.
Ahsoka just held her hands up in surrender as she didn’t want to
get involved. Really, humans and their secondary genders.

()()()

“I’m not sure I understand still.” Obi-Wan anxiously twirled
his fork through the soypro on his plate, licking his lips. “I know
you two are bonded but you want me to join?” He glanced at them
both through his fringe.

Being bonded wasn’t against the Jedi code though heavily frowned
upon. It was hard to fight biology though and with the war more and
more Jedi were getting bonded left and right with reforms on the
horizon that Yoda was certainly not approving upon.

Not that the old master had much to say on it when it came to it. The
Jedi needed change.

“We’re both alpha’s.” Padme offered softly then slowly held
out her hand, waiting on a hesitant Obi-Wan to place his in hers,
stroking her thumb over his knuckles. “And while it might function
out quite fine, we know we can be a bit…”

“Aggressive.” Anakin finished, also reaching out towards Obi-Wan
and waiting for the second hand. “And we trust you. We like you.
All of you, your personality and your wit and that damn smile.”
Anakin cocked a grin at his old master.

Obi-Wan huffed and shifted a bit, peering at both. “…This isn’t
because I lost my implant is it Anakin?” He ventured.

“Not fully no. We’ve been thinking about a third for a long time
but we didn’t know any omegas we could trust. We had no idea you
were one or we would have asked…ages ago.” The knight shrugged.

“There are plenty of bet-”

“We need an omega.” Padme squeezed his hand. “Anakin wasn’t
joking when he said we were aggressive. Ruts cause us to…”

“She threw a lamp at the last rut and proceeded to start crying
about it moments later.” Anakin grinned.

“Anakin!” She hit him in the shoulder and he laughed. “Oh like
you’re any better, your last rut made you flip the table when you
couldn’t figure out how the droid parts fit and then you hid
underneath the couch whining for an hour.”

That got a sulk out of the other.

“That’s not healthy.” Obi-Wan offered both in disapproval.

“No but not unheard of in double alpha parings that feed hormones
of each other.” Padme sighed and rubbed her neck with her free hand
before she stroked Obi-Wan’s knuckles slowly. “Please just
consider it Obi-Wan? We both enjoy your company, it doesn’t even
have to be sexual unless you want to.”

That got a blink out of Obi-Wan and he looked down ponderingly,
absently noting that Anakin was almost vibrating in place.

“…Give me a few days…perhaps weeks…to think it over?”

“Of course.” Padme offered quickly. “But can we take you on
dates if possible?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head and thought it over. “…Not to many and no
mention of being your third if you do. Just…get to know one another
dates okay?”

“Okay.” Anakin eagerly nodded.

“Okay.” Obi-Wan smiled at them, squeezing their hands carefully
in return. His future suddenly felt a little bit…brigheter.

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Everything is bright and Obi-Wan tightened his hands into the tall
mans robes. Corbs had warned them against the judicial force and the
Jedi’s but this man was so gentle with him, much gentler then Corbs
ever had been.

He’d hidden Obi-Wan from the rain in the folds of his robe and
against his chest, had bought a warm pastry with a bean core from a
vendor on the way to the tram and had kept him tight and close as
Obi-Wan ate, carrying him away from the lower levels of Coruscant.
The diner he had originally been heading to had been closed but the
bean pastry had been delicious and filling.

The further away from the lower levels they got the brighter it got
and they they were at a large building, bigger then Obi-Wan had ever
seen as he glanced around, able to see the trafficked skyline clearly
with how high they were. He could even spot the Senate Dome in the
distance.

“Master there you a-um.” Obi-Wan flinched as a dark haired man
ran to their side before stopping sharply in front of them. “Who’s
this?”

“This is Obi-Wan, Xanatos. I found him down in the lower levels.”
The tall man offered calmly, walking still as the dark haired man
fell into step with him while glancing curiously at the child.

“Another stray master?”

“Force sensitive. He tried to steal from my belt.”

That got a squirm out of Obi-Wan and his hands tightened in the
tunic. A gentle soothing sensation crossed Obi-Wan’s mind and he
looked around in confusion even as the large hand on his back rubbed
slowly. He slowly tucked his head against the tall man’s shoulder.

“I see.” Xanatos offered, blinking at how Obi-Wan was melting
against his master despite the wary fear in the child’s eyes. “You
want him to become part of the temple and the creche don’t you.”

“He’s not so old that he can’t. And his instinctual grasp on
the Force is impressive.” Qui-Gon offered in return as they entered
the Halls of healing. He glanced around and found an available
healer, giving them a warm smile before nodding to Obi-Wan in his
arm. “Obi-Wan here I’m afraid requires a full session and I’d
like to have his midi-chlorian count taken too.” The gran glanced
between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon before nodding.

“Master…”

“I follow the will of the Force padawan.” Qui-Gon rubbed
Obi-Wan’s back some more with affection, smiling at how the wary
soul in his arms melted for the gentle affection being given to him.

If he was a tiny bit attached to the bright soul in his arms…well
no one had to know.

()()()

There was a soft tapping and Qui-Gon blinked tiredly, lifting himself
up to stare at his bedroom door where a tiny shape stood framed.
“Obi-Wan?” He asked in confusion, yawning. “Child what are you
doing here?”

The copper haired child shuffled in his new nightmare before crawling
into the adults bed and under the covers, hiding against him.
“Nightmare…”

“Ah…how did you even get here, did you sneak past the creche
master?” Qui-Gon yawned again, feeling exhausted, he had only just
gotten home again with Xanatos.

“Uhu.” Obi-Wan nodded into the others stomach. But he felt safer
now then he had back in his room with all the others. He’d been in
the temple for a month and while he was getting better at being with
the other children and doing things, Bruck still scared him.

And so did his nightmares.

And when he knew Qui-Gon was back…

Well he snuck out.

Qui-Gon shuffled the blankets a bit and inwardly sighed to himself.
‘I’m going to have to explain to the creche master…in the
morning.’ He thought sleepily as he let the little imp fall asleep
with him against his stomach.

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Everything is bright and Obi-Wan tightened his hands into the tall
mans robes. Corbs had warned them against the judicial force and the
Jedi’s but this man was so gentle with him, much gentler then Corbs
ever had been.

He’d hidden Obi-Wan from the rain in the folds of his robe and
against his chest, had bought a warm pastry with a bean core from a
vendor on the way to the tram and had kept him tight and close as
Obi-Wan ate, carrying him away from the lower levels of Coruscant.
The diner he had originally been heading to had been closed but the
bean pastry had been delicious and filling.

The further away from the lower levels they got the brighter it got
and they they were at a large building, bigger then Obi-Wan had ever
seen as he glanced around, able to see the trafficked skyline clearly
with how high they were. He could even spot the Senate Dome in the
distance.

“Master there you a-um.” Obi-Wan flinched as a dark haired man
ran to their side before stopping sharply in front of them. “Who’s
this?”

“This is Obi-Wan, Xanatos. I found him down in the lower levels.”
The tall man offered calmly, walking still as the dark haired man
fell into step with him while glancing curiously at the child.

“Another stray master?”

“Force sensitive. He tried to steal from my belt.”

That got a squirm out of Obi-Wan and his hands tightened in the
tunic. A gentle soothing sensation crossed Obi-Wan’s mind and he
looked around in confusion even as the large hand on his back rubbed
slowly. He slowly tucked his head against the tall man’s shoulder.

“I see.” Xanatos offered, blinking at how Obi-Wan was melting
against his master despite the wary fear in the child’s eyes. “You
want him to become part of the temple and the creche don’t you.”

“He’s not so old that he can’t. And his instinctual grasp on
the Force is impressive.” Qui-Gon offered in return as they entered
the Halls of healing. He glanced around and found an available
healer, giving them a warm smile before nodding to Obi-Wan in his
arm. “Obi-Wan here I’m afraid requires a full session and I’d
like to have his midi-chlorian count taken too.” The gran glanced
between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon before nodding.

“Master…”

“I follow the will of the Force padawan.” Qui-Gon rubbed
Obi-Wan’s back some more with affection, smiling at how the wary
soul in his arms melted for the gentle affection being given to him.

If he was a tiny bit attached to the bright soul in his arms…well
no one had to know.

()()()

There was a soft tapping and Qui-Gon blinked tiredly, lifting himself
up to stare at his bedroom door where a tiny shape stood framed.
“Obi-Wan?” He asked in confusion, yawning. “Child what are you
doing here?”

The copper haired child shuffled in his new nightmare before crawling
into the adults bed and under the covers, hiding against him.
“Nightmare…”

“Ah…how did you even get here, did you sneak past the creche
master?” Qui-Gon yawned again, feeling exhausted, he had only just
gotten home again with Xanatos.

“Uhu.” Obi-Wan nodded into the others stomach. But he felt safer
now then he had back in his room with all the others. He’d been in
the temple for a month and while he was getting better at being with
the other children and doing things, Bruck still scared him.

And so did his nightmares.

And when he knew Qui-Gon was back…

Well he snuck out.

Qui-Gon shuffled the blankets a bit and inwardly sighed to himself.
‘I’m going to have to explain to the creche master…in the
morning.’ He thought sleepily as he let the little imp fall asleep
with him against his stomach.

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“Obi-Waaaaaaaaaaaaaan!” The twelve year old smacked into his
legs, clinging to his waist with wide eyes as he stared up at the
newly returned knight who stared back with a long suffering look of
someone who just wanted to go to bed.

“Anakin.” He managed to offer pleasantly in return. “Running in
the Jedi temple is discouraged unless you’re late for class.”
Never let it be say that Obi-Wan didn’t try.

“But this was an emergency!” The blond beamed at him.

“Oh?”

“Uhu, I had to reach you before master because you two get boring
when you converse.” He rubbed his cheek against Obi-Wan’s hip and
Obi-Wan almost sighed in the deepest sound of exasperation he
could…almost.

“I don’t think I’m up for it right now Anakin. I only just got
home.”

“You did?” Anakin squinted at him and opened his mouth to say
something, most likely about how less then groomed Obi-Wan really was
compared to his usual self when a deeper voice called out his name.

“Anakin, please tell me you aren’t already badgering Obi-Wan?”
The tall man looked amused despite the words.

“I’m not badgering!” The blond turned wide eyes up at Obi-Wan.
“Am I?” He looked worried.

Obi-Wan forced a small smile and shook his head slowly. “No, no but
I’d rather appreciate being able to go to my quarters and take a
shower and sleep some. I’m…very tired Anakin.” He offered
diplomatically.

Tired didn’t even cover it. He was sore everywhere after hitting
what felt like every branch down the pain tree, he hadn’t been able
to meditate because of the ruckus on the transport home where he had
to place himself between two groups of disputing traders and he
hadn’t been able to shower and wash properly since the sonic
showers onboard had been ruined.

He honestly just wanted to find his quarters and curl up in his bed,
screw the shower honestly.

Two small hands grabbed him and tugged. “Oh! Then lets go! I can
make something for you to eat.” Anakin beamed up at him and Obi-Wan
sighed and glanced at his amused former master before nodding.
“Alright…” He slowly followed the blond, inwardly sighing as
Qui-Gon fell into step beside him.

What he wouldn’t give for a quiet mission and just peace and
silence for a few days…

As if he heard the other, Qui-Gon shot him an amused smirk.

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“Obi-Waaaaaaaaaaaaaan!” The twelve year old smacked into his
legs, clinging to his waist with wide eyes as he stared up at the
newly returned knight who stared back with a long suffering look of
someone who just wanted to go to bed.

“Anakin.” He managed to offer pleasantly in return. “Running in
the Jedi temple is discouraged unless you’re late for class.”
Never let it be say that Obi-Wan didn’t try.

“But this was an emergency!” The blond beamed at him.

“Oh?”

“Uhu, I had to reach you before master because you two get boring
when you converse.” He rubbed his cheek against Obi-Wan’s hip and
Obi-Wan almost sighed in the deepest sound of exasperation he
could…almost.

“I don’t think I’m up for it right now Anakin. I only just got
home.”

“You did?” Anakin squinted at him and opened his mouth to say
something, most likely about how less then groomed Obi-Wan really was
compared to his usual self when a deeper voice called out his name.

“Anakin, please tell me you aren’t already badgering Obi-Wan?”
The tall man looked amused despite the words.

“I’m not badgering!” The blond turned wide eyes up at Obi-Wan.
“Am I?” He looked worried.

Obi-Wan forced a small smile and shook his head slowly. “No, no but
I’d rather appreciate being able to go to my quarters and take a
shower and sleep some. I’m…very tired Anakin.” He offered
diplomatically.

Tired didn’t even cover it. He was sore everywhere after hitting
what felt like every branch down the pain tree, he hadn’t been able
to meditate because of the ruckus on the transport home where he had
to place himself between two groups of disputing traders and he
hadn’t been able to shower and wash properly since the sonic
showers onboard had been ruined.

He honestly just wanted to find his quarters and curl up in his bed,
screw the shower honestly.

Two small hands grabbed him and tugged. “Oh! Then lets go! I can
make something for you to eat.” Anakin beamed up at him and Obi-Wan
sighed and glanced at his amused former master before nodding.
“Alright…” He slowly followed the blond, inwardly sighing as
Qui-Gon fell into step beside him.

What he wouldn’t give for a quiet mission and just peace and
silence for a few days…

As if he heard the other, Qui-Gon shot him an amused smirk.