DaddyVader

I just read your DaddyVader verse and was wondering if we could get a snippet of them after he’s toppled Palpatine?

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Startled, Vader looked to his side when he felt a little tug on his
tunic, his face turning from surprise to amusement when he found
Obi-Wan and Luke, the older leading the younger by the hand. Turning
from the table full of Palpatine’s former sycophants turned Vader’s
sycophants after he killed the other Sith, he chuckled softly at his
boys. “And where did you two come from? I thought you were suppose
to be looked after by your nanny boys.” He teased.

Obi-Wan gave a happy little grin at that. “She fell asleep.” He
wiggled before pointing at Luke. “Luke made her fall asleep.”

Looking to the blond, Vader raised an amused eyebrow. “Did he now.”
He chuckled.

Luke just gave a guiltless grin around his thumb while sucking on it,
wiggling lightly as he did. “Foo’?” He asked.

Obi-Wan gave a hopeful look at that. “Please Daddy Ani? Fruit
mush?” He wiggled a bit, Luke also perking up at the mention of
fruit mush since it was usually sweet and nommy for them.

About to answer the boys, Vader closed his eyes when one of the men
in the room cleared his throat. Slowly Vader turned his head to look
at them through narrow slits. “…Yes Admiral Motti?” He gritted
out, clearly unhappy.

The man shifted a bit, clearing his throat again. “While I
understand that your boys are important to you but we are in a
meeting Emperor Vader.” He cautiously, obviously aware he was
threading dangerous ground with a man who did not like him.

Vader stared at him for a long moment. “…The only reason I am not
currently snapping your neck for insubordination Admiral is the
presence of said boys.” He flickered his hand, quite pointedly
floating a stylus up in level with Motti’s eye with the sharp end
pointed at the eye in an obvious threat. “That won’t always be
the case.” He lip snarled at him.

Motti gave a shaky nod, face pale even as the stylus dropped.

Giving the man a long look Vader turned back to the boys before
smiling at them. “Alright then boys, how about I postpone the
meeting until tomorrow and I’ll come with you two now?” He
chuckled at the twin cheers before reaching down and lifting both
Obi-Wan and Luke onto each their side of his hips, chuckling warmly
when both gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Mush we go then.” He
headed for the doors.

Behind him he could hear the grumbling the admirals and captains he
left behind… and the amusement of the senators.

Organa in particular seemed utterly amused.

“Fruit mush, fruit mush, fruit mush!” Obi-Wan cheered with Luke
joining in to Vader’s amusement. He’d honestly have to keep a
closer eye on the two in case Obi-Wan taught Luke some weird stuff or
something, you never knew with kids these days.

Well at least Luke got tired of cheering for fruit mush and stuck his
thumb back in his mouth after a few moment, settling his cheek on the
Emperor’s chest with a happy little noise as his ‘brother’ kept
chanting about fruit mush and hopefully some blue whipped cream on
top.

Well, no one said child rearing was easy Vader thought in amusement.

I just read your DaddyVader verse and was wondering if we could get a snippet of them after he’s toppled Palpatine?

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Startled, Vader looked to his side when he felt a little tug on his
tunic, his face turning from surprise to amusement when he found
Obi-Wan and Luke, the older leading the younger by the hand. Turning
from the table full of Palpatine’s former sycophants turned Vader’s
sycophants after he killed the other Sith, he chuckled softly at his
boys. “And where did you two come from? I thought you were suppose
to be looked after by your nanny boys.” He teased.

Obi-Wan gave a happy little grin at that. “She fell asleep.” He
wiggled before pointing at Luke. “Luke made her fall asleep.”

Looking to the blond, Vader raised an amused eyebrow. “Did he now.”
He chuckled.

Luke just gave a guiltless grin around his thumb while sucking on it,
wiggling lightly as he did. “Foo’?” He asked.

Obi-Wan gave a hopeful look at that. “Please Daddy Ani? Fruit
mush?” He wiggled a bit, Luke also perking up at the mention of
fruit mush since it was usually sweet and nommy for them.

About to answer the boys, Vader closed his eyes when one of the men
in the room cleared his throat. Slowly Vader turned his head to look
at them through narrow slits. “…Yes Admiral Motti?” He gritted
out, clearly unhappy.

The man shifted a bit, clearing his throat again. “While I
understand that your boys are important to you but we are in a
meeting Emperor Vader.” He cautiously, obviously aware he was
threading dangerous ground with a man who did not like him.

Vader stared at him for a long moment. “…The only reason I am not
currently snapping your neck for insubordination Admiral is the
presence of said boys.” He flickered his hand, quite pointedly
floating a stylus up in level with Motti’s eye with the sharp end
pointed at the eye in an obvious threat. “That won’t always be
the case.” He lip snarled at him.

Motti gave a shaky nod, face pale even as the stylus dropped.

Giving the man a long look Vader turned back to the boys before
smiling at them. “Alright then boys, how about I postpone the
meeting until tomorrow and I’ll come with you two now?” He
chuckled at the twin cheers before reaching down and lifting both
Obi-Wan and Luke onto each their side of his hips, chuckling warmly
when both gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Mush we go then.” He
headed for the doors.

Behind him he could hear the grumbling the admirals and captains he
left behind… and the amusement of the senators.

Organa in particular seemed utterly amused.

“Fruit mush, fruit mush, fruit mush!” Obi-Wan cheered with Luke
joining in to Vader’s amusement. He’d honestly have to keep a
closer eye on the two in case Obi-Wan taught Luke some weird stuff or
something, you never knew with kids these days.

Well at least Luke got tired of cheering for fruit mush and stuck his
thumb back in his mouth after a few moment, settling his cheek on the
Emperor’s chest with a happy little noise as his ‘brother’ kept
chanting about fruit mush and hopefully some blue whipped cream on
top.

Well, no one said child rearing was easy Vader thought in amusement.

Okay, last time imma try this bc I think it may have gotten eaten. sorry if this is a repeat. But for vader raising baby obiwan. With Obi Wan no longer protecting Luke, what if vader finds Luke too? And ends up taking care of both boys? And maybe Obi Wan sort of remembers Luke so he ends up being really protective of Luke? Thank you.

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“He’s fat.”
Obi-Wan announced brightly and Anakin almost started to laugh at
that, smirking down at the redhead.

“He’s little.
You’re chubby too.” He responded instead, shifting Luke to settle
him on his left side before reaching down to lift Obi-Wan up too,
having both boys settled against him.

“Nuhu, I’m
awesome stuff.” Obi-Wan beamed at him before peeking at Luke. “Is
he going to be my brother?” He wiggled a bit.

“Yes. And yes
you can play with him, but you have to be careful with him. He’s
only three and you’re bigger then him.”

That got a slow
and serious nod out of Obi-Wan who reached out and promptly poked
Luke in the nose.

Startled blue eyes
opened and the two stared at each others before Luke started to
giggle and hid himself in Anakin’s chest, peeking at Obi-Wan from
the dark folds of clothes ever so shyly.

“Yup, he’s
mine now.” Obi-Wan beamed.

“I think you
have to lick him to claim him.” Anakin chuckled.

There was a
contemplating silence.

“…Don’t lick
him Obi-Wan.”  

“You’re the
one who suggested it.”

“I was joking
little one.” Anakin added dryly as he finally reached the quarters
that had been prepared for both kids. ‘I’m going to have my hands
full between these two, Palpatine being a melted ass and the Empire,
aren’t I?’ He thought dryly as he settled Obi-Wan down.

“I’m sharing
with Luke!?” Obi-Wan beamed when he saw there were two beds.

“Yup, you’re
going to look after Luke when I’m not around, just like how the
troopers look after you when I’m not around.”

Obi-Wan nodded
seriously at that, beaming happily.

“Now, behave,
play together, I’m going to send Cody and Rex to you two and they
can stay with you both and help you. I need to work.” He gave both
a little hair ruffle, smiling when they both giggled.

He had been so
surprised when he had landed on Tatooine, feeling that presence that
felt so alike Padme. With Owen and his wife he had found his and
Padme’s son and he had wondered if this was where Obi-Wan had
placed Luke.

Perhaps it was and
perhaps it was someone else.

But Luke had been
safe.

Speaking with the
boy it hadn’t taken him long to get his trust because Luke knew
Owen wasn’t his father. And here his father was and that was
something Luke desperately wanted.

Anakin wondered if
Luke would ever miss Tatooine but banished that thought.

That rock was only
sand and despair anyhow with a strong slave trade.

He felt his lips
twist at the thought.

Palpatine had not
given him many of the promises Anakin had fallen for.

None of them
really.

‘Is this the
galaxy you want them to grow up in?’ A voice so alike Padme’s
whispered mournfully in his mind and he took a deep breath.

‘No…’ He
pinched his lips together.

No this was not
the galaxy he wanted Obi-Wan and Luke to grow up in.

‘…I’m going
to have to do something I don’t want to if I want to change that.’
Anakin pressed his lips together, eyes glowing yellow.

‘Palpatine has
ruled enough, three years is more then enough…’ Lighting
flickered over his hand. ‘Long live Emperor Skywalker I guess.’

He was going to
make everything better.

Okay, last time imma try this bc I think it may have gotten eaten. sorry if this is a repeat. But for vader raising baby obiwan. With Obi Wan no longer protecting Luke, what if vader finds Luke too? And ends up taking care of both boys? And maybe Obi Wan sort of remembers Luke so he ends up being really protective of Luke? Thank you.

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“He’s fat.”
Obi-Wan announced brightly and Anakin almost started to laugh at
that, smirking down at the redhead.

“He’s little.
You’re chubby too.” He responded instead, shifting Luke to settle
him on his left side before reaching down to lift Obi-Wan up too,
having both boys settled against him.

“Nuhu, I’m
awesome stuff.” Obi-Wan beamed at him before peeking at Luke. “Is
he going to be my brother?” He wiggled a bit.

“Yes. And yes
you can play with him, but you have to be careful with him. He’s
only three and you’re bigger then him.”

That got a slow
and serious nod out of Obi-Wan who reached out and promptly poked
Luke in the nose.

Startled blue eyes
opened and the two stared at each others before Luke started to
giggle and hid himself in Anakin’s chest, peeking at Obi-Wan from
the dark folds of clothes ever so shyly.

“Yup, he’s
mine now.” Obi-Wan beamed.

“I think you
have to lick him to claim him.” Anakin chuckled.

There was a
contemplating silence.

“…Don’t lick
him Obi-Wan.”  

“You’re the
one who suggested it.”

“I was joking
little one.” Anakin added dryly as he finally reached the quarters
that had been prepared for both kids. ‘I’m going to have my hands
full between these two, Palpatine being a melted ass and the Empire,
aren’t I?’ He thought dryly as he settled Obi-Wan down.

“I’m sharing
with Luke!?” Obi-Wan beamed when he saw there were two beds.

“Yup, you’re
going to look after Luke when I’m not around, just like how the
troopers look after you when I’m not around.”

Obi-Wan nodded
seriously at that, beaming happily.

“Now, behave,
play together, I’m going to send Cody and Rex to you two and they
can stay with you both and help you. I need to work.” He gave both
a little hair ruffle, smiling when they both giggled.

He had been so
surprised when he had landed on Tatooine, feeling that presence that
felt so alike Padme. With Owen and his wife he had found his and
Padme’s son and he had wondered if this was where Obi-Wan had
placed Luke.

Perhaps it was and
perhaps it was someone else.

But Luke had been
safe.

Speaking with the
boy it hadn’t taken him long to get his trust because Luke knew
Owen wasn’t his father. And here his father was and that was
something Luke desperately wanted.

Anakin wondered if
Luke would ever miss Tatooine but banished that thought.

That rock was only
sand and despair anyhow with a strong slave trade.

He felt his lips
twist at the thought.

Palpatine had not
given him many of the promises Anakin had fallen for.

None of them
really.

‘Is this the
galaxy you want them to grow up in?’ A voice so alike Padme’s
whispered mournfully in his mind and he took a deep breath.

‘No…’ He
pinched his lips together.

No this was not
the galaxy he wanted Obi-Wan and Luke to grow up in.

‘…I’m going
to have to do something I don’t want to if I want to change that.’
Anakin pressed his lips together, eyes glowing yellow.

‘Palpatine has
ruled enough, three years is more then enough…’ Lighting
flickered over his hand. ‘Long live Emperor Skywalker I guess.’

He was going to
make everything better.

In that deaged Obi adopted by Vader verse you mentioned Obi wan hanging out with Cody—What does Cody think of this whole situation?

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There was a soft noise and then a thump
against shin that caused Cody to look down, letting out a startled
noise as he saw a mop of copper hair and big green eyes staring up at
him. “Obi-Wan.” He knelt down and quickly picked up the child,
holding him. “What are you doing here?” The clone looked around
the room quickly but there were only vods in the training room.

No Vader.

Just vods and Obi-Wan.

The chubby two year old pouted at him.
“Wo’e up alone. Noms?” Obi-Wan requested hopefully before
putting his thumb in his mouth.

Cody made a low noise then looked to
Appo, nodding to the captain to make sure he had taken over. “Alright
Obi-Wan, noms.” He agreed, moving from the training room with the
chubby little boy.

He smiled a bit as the other rested his
fluffy head on Cody’s chest armor, still sucking on his thumb. “I
don’t think you’re suppose to suck your thumb little one. Didn’t
Lord Vader tell you not to?” He questioned as he stepped around an
officer.

Obi-Wan just giggled around his thumb.

“Did you wake up alone after Lord
Vader put you down for a nap?” Cody suddenly realized what may have
happened and Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.

‘Guess I’m going to have to comm
Lord Vader so he doesn’t rip the station apart.’ The commander
thought dryly.

He could still remember his disbelief
as the Lord had arrived at the Executor with a tiny body wrapped both
protectively and possessively in his arms. He had at first assumed
that his former General had a child but no, no it was actually
Obi-Wan Kenobi, two and a half and not a Jedi.

Cody still didn’t understand the
whole thing.

Vader hadn’t really explained.

Something about a temple, ruins, weird
Force shenanigans and…just stuff Cody didn’t understand. What he
did understand was that they now had a two year old to look after
because this was not a traitor and needed to be cared for.

He passed his hand over the others
fluffy hair, smiling when Obi-Wan gave a little meeping coo around
his thumb.

“How does bread and yam sound
Obi-Wan?” Cody questioned, settling Obi-Wan down on a chair in the
little breakroom.

“Apple?”

“I’m sorry but there is no apples
on the stations at the moment, we’re going to have to wait until we
go planet side again.” Cody offered while pulling his helmet off
and placing it on the narrow table, chuckling a bit at the pout he
got. “The yam is apple though?”

“…Nut bread?”

“I’ll see if there is any.” The
trooper promised, rummaging through the packages of bread powder
rations, frowning a bit as the best he could find was a seed based
one. He wondered if Obi-Wan would notice hmm…

He glanced at him as the boy swung his
legs back and forth slowly, watching Cody with big green eyes.

‘…No I don’t think he will
notice.’ He thought as he smiled at the other. “Okay, just let me
grow the bread little one.”

“No wittle.” Obi-Wan pouted.

That just got a small laugh out of the
clone as he started making food for him, typing a quick message to
Lord Vader.

By the time Obi-Wan was chewing on his
meal rather happily, Vader had obviously read the message and found
them in the little breakroom, the yellow eyed man looking relieved as
he stood there with a nexus in his hand. “There you are.”

Obi-Wan looked up and beamed, yam on
his cheeks. “Ana!” Then he zeroed in on the soft plush, dropping
the sandwich on the plate. “Kitty!”

The little one squirmed out of his seat
and toddled over to his guardian, smacking into Vader’s shin like
he had with Cody earlier, looking up hopefully while reaching up for
the soft toy. Cody watched as the blonds face softened before he
knelt down, the plushie kept out of the way in midair as the man
reached into his belt and pulled out a package of wet napkins.

“Noooo!” Obi-Wan pouted when he saw
it.

“You’re sticky Obi-Wan. If you want
kitty you’re going to have to let me clean up your face and hands.”
Vader said patiently, smirking a bit when he was given a pair of
reluctant hands that he carefully wiped. “Good, its unsanitary to
have sticky hands you know.”

The boy just huffed and pouted more
before whining as his face was cleaned too, Vader being careful.

‘I guess little kids just don’t
like being cleaned.’ Cody mused.

“There we go.” Vader threw the
wadded napkin towards the disposer, hitting it without even looking
before he picked Obi-Wan up in his arms and gave him the kitty,
Obi-Wan instantly burrowing his face into it with a happy giggle now
that he had his reward.

Vader then focused on Cody and nodded.
“Thank you Commander. I forgot to set the security when I left him
for his nap.”

“It was no trouble sir. If you want I
can see about stationing someone outside his room next time in case
it repeats?”

“Perhaps.” Vader hummed while
cupping the back of Obi-Wan’s head gently, feathery red strands
escaping between his fingers. “We’ll see.” He then turned on
his heel and marched for the door, Obi-Wan waving at Cody over the
mans shoulder with a big smile on his face…and the ear of the cat
in his mouth.

‘Is he gnawing on the plushie ear?’
Cody blinked then shook his head, amused despite himself as he
started to clean up.

In that deaged Obi adopted by Vader verse you mentioned Obi wan hanging out with Cody—What does Cody think of this whole situation?

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There was a soft noise and then a thump
against shin that caused Cody to look down, letting out a startled
noise as he saw a mop of copper hair and big green eyes staring up at
him. “Obi-Wan.” He knelt down and quickly picked up the child,
holding him. “What are you doing here?” The clone looked around
the room quickly but there were only vods in the training room.

No Vader.

Just vods and Obi-Wan.

The chubby two year old pouted at him.
“Wo’e up alone. Noms?” Obi-Wan requested hopefully before
putting his thumb in his mouth.

Cody made a low noise then looked to
Appo, nodding to the captain to make sure he had taken over. “Alright
Obi-Wan, noms.” He agreed, moving from the training room with the
chubby little boy.

He smiled a bit as the other rested his
fluffy head on Cody’s chest armor, still sucking on his thumb. “I
don’t think you’re suppose to suck your thumb little one. Didn’t
Lord Vader tell you not to?” He questioned as he stepped around an
officer.

Obi-Wan just giggled around his thumb.

“Did you wake up alone after Lord
Vader put you down for a nap?” Cody suddenly realized what may have
happened and Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.

‘Guess I’m going to have to comm
Lord Vader so he doesn’t rip the station apart.’ The commander
thought dryly.

He could still remember his disbelief
as the Lord had arrived at the Executor with a tiny body wrapped both
protectively and possessively in his arms. He had at first assumed
that his former General had a child but no, no it was actually
Obi-Wan Kenobi, two and a half and not a Jedi.

Cody still didn’t understand the
whole thing.

Vader hadn’t really explained.

Something about a temple, ruins, weird
Force shenanigans and…just stuff Cody didn’t understand. What he
did understand was that they now had a two year old to look after
because this was not a traitor and needed to be cared for.

He passed his hand over the others
fluffy hair, smiling when Obi-Wan gave a little meeping coo around
his thumb.

“How does bread and yam sound
Obi-Wan?” Cody questioned, settling Obi-Wan down on a chair in the
little breakroom.

“Apple?”

“I’m sorry but there is no apples
on the stations at the moment, we’re going to have to wait until we
go planet side again.” Cody offered while pulling his helmet off
and placing it on the narrow table, chuckling a bit at the pout he
got. “The yam is apple though?”

“…Nut bread?”

“I’ll see if there is any.” The
trooper promised, rummaging through the packages of bread powder
rations, frowning a bit as the best he could find was a seed based
one. He wondered if Obi-Wan would notice hmm…

He glanced at him as the boy swung his
legs back and forth slowly, watching Cody with big green eyes.

‘…No I don’t think he will
notice.’ He thought as he smiled at the other. “Okay, just let me
grow the bread little one.”

“No wittle.” Obi-Wan pouted.

That just got a small laugh out of the
clone as he started making food for him, typing a quick message to
Lord Vader.

By the time Obi-Wan was chewing on his
meal rather happily, Vader had obviously read the message and found
them in the little breakroom, the yellow eyed man looking relieved as
he stood there with a nexus in his hand. “There you are.”

Obi-Wan looked up and beamed, yam on
his cheeks. “Ana!” Then he zeroed in on the soft plush, dropping
the sandwich on the plate. “Kitty!”

The little one squirmed out of his seat
and toddled over to his guardian, smacking into Vader’s shin like
he had with Cody earlier, looking up hopefully while reaching up for
the soft toy. Cody watched as the blonds face softened before he
knelt down, the plushie kept out of the way in midair as the man
reached into his belt and pulled out a package of wet napkins.

“Noooo!” Obi-Wan pouted when he saw
it.

“You’re sticky Obi-Wan. If you want
kitty you’re going to have to let me clean up your face and hands.”
Vader said patiently, smirking a bit when he was given a pair of
reluctant hands that he carefully wiped. “Good, its unsanitary to
have sticky hands you know.”

The boy just huffed and pouted more
before whining as his face was cleaned too, Vader being careful.

‘I guess little kids just don’t
like being cleaned.’ Cody mused.

“There we go.” Vader threw the
wadded napkin towards the disposer, hitting it without even looking
before he picked Obi-Wan up in his arms and gave him the kitty,
Obi-Wan instantly burrowing his face into it with a happy giggle now
that he had his reward.

Vader then focused on Cody and nodded.
“Thank you Commander. I forgot to set the security when I left him
for his nap.”

“It was no trouble sir. If you want I
can see about stationing someone outside his room next time in case
it repeats?”

“Perhaps.” Vader hummed while
cupping the back of Obi-Wan’s head gently, feathery red strands
escaping between his fingers. “We’ll see.” He then turned on
his heel and marched for the door, Obi-Wan waving at Cody over the
mans shoulder with a big smile on his face…and the ear of the cat
in his mouth.

‘Is he gnawing on the plushie ear?’
Cody blinked then shook his head, amused despite himself as he
started to clean up.

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“…You’re sure its him?” Lord
Vader stared down at the pale and tiny, tiny shape on the bed of the
medbed of the Executor.

“All blood samples come back as a
match, fingerprints match and eye scans match.” The clone medic
confirmed almost nervously, looking between the Sith lord and the boy
on the bed. “This is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Vader looked back of the boy no more
then four, feeling confused before he focused back on the medic. “Is
he healthy Gum?”

“Yes sir. He’s as healthy as any
four year old can be.” Gum nodded.

“Leave us.” Vader finally settled
on, waiting until the clone was gone before sitting down on the
bedside of the little boy.

This was not what he had expected when
he caught up to Obi-Wan again, he had expected an old man, ready to
fight and try to kill him in that temple ruin. He hadn’t expected
an unconscious child in need of care.

Vader wondered if Obi-Wan remembered
anything at all.

He looked so young too.

Soft.

Baby fat in chubby cheeks and a rosy
color. The slight upturn of a nose. The start of a beauty mark (a
mole! Obi-Wan had insisted) beneath the eye with soft copper hair
fluffed out against the pillow. Unable to resist, and why should he
honestly?, Vader reached out and picked up a chubby little hand.

No saber calluses, no scars, no marks
at all.

No Jedi Master.

Just one incredibly vulnerable young
boy.

()()()

Obi-Wan was two and a half, not four
like they had assumed, big for his age.

He couldn’t speak cleanly and was
scared of the dark.

The little boy would twist his hands
into Vader’s shirt and hide in his shoulder as he was carried,
hiccuping a bit now and then when upset. Which he was often as he
didn’t know anyone or recognize things as familiar on Vader’s
flagship.

But he cuddled into Vader because the
Sith felt ‘good’ to him, safe. Another word for protective that
little Obi knew Vader would guess.

And Vader would tear anyone apart if
they touched his little one, that much he knew.

He had lost his mother. He had lost his
Padme. He had lost his babies. He had even lost his Jedi Master and
brother in a manner. But he had a new child to look after and claim
as his own, a little one who needed someone.

His.

And his Master could suck a rotten egg
if he tried to take Obi-Wan from him again.

‘Palpatine is starting to outlive his
usefulness.’ He thought grouchily as he rubbed Obi-Wan’s back,
listening to Tarkin’s report. ‘He couldn’t’ even save Padme…’

There was a little tug on his shirt and
Vader instantly moved his eyes to Obi-Wan, the boy looking at him.
“Yes little one?”

“Need to loo Ana.” Obi-Wan
whispered shyly even as his stomach gave a hungry little rumble, hmm
it had been a few hours since they last ate and Obi-Wan was a growing
child.

Vader smiled a bit and nodded before
giving Tarkin a long look. “I’ll hear the rest of the report
later.” He turned, not waiting for reply as he walked away with the
little redhead. “Lets find the fresher and some food for you, how
about it?”

“Wation bar?” Obi-Wan’s little
noise scrunched up and Vader couldn’t help a small laugh.

“No, no ration bar. I’ll find
something else for you.”

“Yaaay…and Cody time?”

Cody was Obi-Wan’s favorite person
after Vader and since it allowed Vader time to do his work, he didn’t
mind it to much since it gave him some alone time.

But not to often.

After all, Obi-Wan was his boy now. Not
Cody’s and not anyone else.

“Did you like the soft nexu I got?”

“Kitty?”

“Yes, the kitty.” Vader chuckled,
stroking the feather soft red hair from Obi-Wan’s face.

“BIG wmile.”

“Very big smile.”

“Soooooooft kitty.” The boy yawned
a bit.

‘Perhaps a nap after the fresher and
food. He is just two.’ Vader felt himself soften, tucking the child
more against his chest as Obi-Wan sat on his arm, cuddled against his
chest. “Yes, soft kitty.”

It’s a bit of a strange request, but can you do a deaged Obi (who’s fairly young) and gets discovered/adopted by Vaderkin? Slight role reversal ensues?

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“…You’re sure its him?” Lord
Vader stared down at the pale and tiny, tiny shape on the bed of the
medbed of the Executor.

“All blood samples come back as a
match, fingerprints match and eye scans match.” The clone medic
confirmed almost nervously, looking between the Sith lord and the boy
on the bed. “This is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Vader looked back of the boy no more
then four, feeling confused before he focused back on the medic. “Is
he healthy Gum?”

“Yes sir. He’s as healthy as any
four year old can be.” Gum nodded.

“Leave us.” Vader finally settled
on, waiting until the clone was gone before sitting down on the
bedside of the little boy.

This was not what he had expected when
he caught up to Obi-Wan again, he had expected an old man, ready to
fight and try to kill him in that temple ruin. He hadn’t expected
an unconscious child in need of care.

Vader wondered if Obi-Wan remembered
anything at all.

He looked so young too.

Soft.

Baby fat in chubby cheeks and a rosy
color. The slight upturn of a nose. The start of a beauty mark (a
mole! Obi-Wan had insisted) beneath the eye with soft copper hair
fluffed out against the pillow. Unable to resist, and why should he
honestly?, Vader reached out and picked up a chubby little hand.

No saber calluses, no scars, no marks
at all.

No Jedi Master.

Just one incredibly vulnerable young
boy.

()()()

Obi-Wan was two and a half, not four
like they had assumed, big for his age.

He couldn’t speak cleanly and was
scared of the dark.

The little boy would twist his hands
into Vader’s shirt and hide in his shoulder as he was carried,
hiccuping a bit now and then when upset. Which he was often as he
didn’t know anyone or recognize things as familiar on Vader’s
flagship.

But he cuddled into Vader because the
Sith felt ‘good’ to him, safe. Another word for protective that
little Obi knew Vader would guess.

And Vader would tear anyone apart if
they touched his little one, that much he knew.

He had lost his mother. He had lost his
Padme. He had lost his babies. He had even lost his Jedi Master and
brother in a manner. But he had a new child to look after and claim
as his own, a little one who needed someone.

His.

And his Master could suck a rotten egg
if he tried to take Obi-Wan from him again.

‘Palpatine is starting to outlive his
usefulness.’ He thought grouchily as he rubbed Obi-Wan’s back,
listening to Tarkin’s report. ‘He couldn’t’ even save Padme…’

There was a little tug on his shirt and
Vader instantly moved his eyes to Obi-Wan, the boy looking at him.
“Yes little one?”

“Need to loo Ana.” Obi-Wan
whispered shyly even as his stomach gave a hungry little rumble, hmm
it had been a few hours since they last ate and Obi-Wan was a growing
child.

Vader smiled a bit and nodded before
giving Tarkin a long look. “I’ll hear the rest of the report
later.” He turned, not waiting for reply as he walked away with the
little redhead. “Lets find the fresher and some food for you, how
about it?”

“Wation bar?” Obi-Wan’s little
noise scrunched up and Vader couldn’t help a small laugh.

“No, no ration bar. I’ll find
something else for you.”

“Yaaay…and Cody time?”

Cody was Obi-Wan’s favorite person
after Vader and since it allowed Vader time to do his work, he didn’t
mind it to much since it gave him some alone time.

But not to often.

After all, Obi-Wan was his boy now. Not
Cody’s and not anyone else.

“Did you like the soft nexu I got?”

“Kitty?”

“Yes, the kitty.” Vader chuckled,
stroking the feather soft red hair from Obi-Wan’s face.

“BIG wmile.”

“Very big smile.”

“Soooooooft kitty.” The boy yawned
a bit.

‘Perhaps a nap after the fresher and
food. He is just two.’ Vader felt himself soften, tucking the child
more against his chest as Obi-Wan sat on his arm, cuddled against his
chest. “Yes, soft kitty.”