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Vaderkin’s gift- what is going through Vader’s head while everyone is trying to obtain Obi?

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Teasing
the growing hair of his Jedi pet, Anakin smirked into his pad as he
felt the envious looks shot at him from around the Archive from other
Sith’s doing their own research or studies.

To
be fair, this was why Darth Vader was in the Archives in the first
place, to show off his pet and his control of him as he sat in one of
the comfortable red couches stationed all over with Obi-Wan sleeping
with his head in the Sith’s lap.

Using
his thumb to scroll slowly, he kept one hand on Obi-Wan, feeling the
soft stir of the others breath as he was facing into Anakin’s
stomach, his skin exposed in small glimpses as he wore the layered
pants and the sleeveless shirt to show off his tattoo that had been
brought in for him.

‘And
they can’t do a thing about him, wanting him and yet being unable
to touch him,’ Anakin thought smugly to himself as he found the
braid and twirled it around his fingers, glancing down at Obi-Wan. He
was rather pretty looking today in his rest, all content and almost
disgustingly innocent looking. ‘I want to dirty him up, make him
flush up and debauch him. Moan like a hedonist with lewd pleas for
more.’ He thought, grunting a bit when he felt himself rise to the
thought and images his mind provided.

Force
fuck, he needed the other’s skin and he needed it soon, he wanted
to bite the other all over, make him scream loudly, make him beg for
more.

For
Anakin to never stop touching
him.

‘From
a Jedi to a whore.’ Anakin licked his lips before looking up and
smirking when he meet Maul’s angry eyes, the zabrak snarling
silently at him even as Anakin just sniggered.

The
man could do nothing against Obi-Wan or Anakin. ‘He doesn’t even
have a karking dick to fuck with and yet he wants my pet, how
frustrating that must be considering the rumors the concubines on the
eight temple level used to tell about him.’ He thought in dark
amusement.

He
ignored the twinge in his own cock and the sympathy for losing it
even as he mentally reminded himself to not lose his own cause
kaaaark he wanted to fuck Obi-Wan so badly.

All
that milk white skin covered with freckles that he had yet to taste,
the voice he had yet to turn into a rasping tone from exhaustion.

‘I
wonder if he’s ever done it before,’ Anakin paused at that
thought, dropping his eyes from his fellow Sith to Obi-Wan again. ‘Is
he a virgin? He doesn’t seem very experienced.’ Something
very smug and predatory lit up in his chest, making him pull on the
braid wrapped between his fingers.

Obi-Wan
let out a low noise, eye lid fluttering to reveal his green, sleepy
eyes as he shifted to look at Anakin in confusion.

“M-My
lord?” He questioned meekly, his tone full of confusion and sleep
as he tensed up a bit against the couch and the Sith without moving
away, fearful of any punishment.

Relaxing
his grip, Anakin went back to petting the growing hair, rubbing his
fingers through it to stroke the others scalp. “It is nothing, go
back to sleep pet…” Anakin murmured, stroking his fingers slowly
down the nape in a covetous touch until his fingers touched the
collar.

Obi-Wan
watched him, eyes full of hesitation before he closed his eyes and
settled again.

Yet
Anakin didn’t miss the slightly tense line of his spine or the fact
that Obi-Wan’s breath’s were no longer as deep.

Smirking
faintly, Anakin just mentally shrugged that off.

Obi-Wan
would come to learn to trust him, learn to want him eventually.

It
was just a question of time before Anakin had him submitting
willingly to anything the Sith desired.

After
all, a Sith never denied themselves and Anakin was nothing if not a
hedonist when he had time.

Father Sheev – news of what the Jedi Council did starts to emerge (thanks to Palpatine) and the galactic news «somehow» finds out about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s marriage and how Palpatine always new and supported them. Palpatine and Anakin don’t even need to trash talk the Jedi, the news/gossip sites are doing it for them. And’s who’s going to take over the Order now that younglings have been spared?

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Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sent his father a wry smile as Anakin
slept in the single chair in the room. “So, how you feel
grandfather?” He teased lightly, trying to not feel as fuzzy and
tired as the pain medication was working. “Or should I call you
Emperor?” Obi-Wan chortled only to wince and place a hand on his
stomach as it protested. Though
he had managed to read a few news articles despite it all.

The
media was really blowing up all over the story, frothing at the mouth
about his and Anakin’s marriage, the tragedy of the ‘betrayal’
from the Jedi and all that nonsense though so far no one suspected a
single thing Obi-Wan had noted with satisfaction.

No
one suspected the Jedi were the ones betrayed with how the story was
being spun, especially with Obi-Wan going into stress labor thanks to
the attack.

Sheev
snorted but didn’t answer in
response,
his hand on the incubator not unlike Anakin’s had been earlier as
he stared down at the little ones. “…You almost died, I could
feel it all
the way to the Rotunda.”
He said sharply.

Smile
disappearing, Obi-Wan stared at his father before nodding with a
small sigh. “Anakin shared his strength, the medic in charge should
have just given me a c-cut,”
He muttered darkly and ignored the growl that escaped Sheev. “As
is, I survived
and I will recover as always with Anakin by my side, now, as for the
youn-”

Another
growl escaped Sheev at that though this one was annoyed as he moved
to sit down
at
Obi-Wan’s bedside. “I’ve sent them to memory wiping as I told
you,” He snapped out, glaring at Obi-Wan. “All the older ones.
The younger ones who won’t have memories of the Jedi Order will be
raised properly…” He grumbled a bit.

“And
then? I won’t let you make an army out of them,” Obi-Wan pursed
his lips. “I’m already quite aware of your Inquisitors thank you
very much an-”

“And
they will be some of the ones taking care of the young ones,” Sheev
huffed before sighing. “When you came pleading to me, I made sure
to get a few of the crechemaster’s in on my… ploy. They will care
for those to young.” He murmured in a serious tone before reaching
out and petting Obi-Wan’s cheek, his face the picture of concern.

Leaning
into his father’s hand, Obi-Wan breathed out. “…So what will
happen to them? Will they just… be there?” He frowned.

“Force
sensitive orphanage,” Sheev murmured. “The older ones… a few we
will sell the idea of being rescued from slavery rings while others
will be told the truth though with the lack of memories we can twist
it as we want it.” Sheev finished in a smug tone.

It
should trouble Obi-Wan, he knew that some of those younglings had
been happy with their masters… but that’s what they were,
younglings.

Younglings
who got to live thanks to Obi-Wan pleading with his father. Oh he
imagined his father would have a certain education program for those
former Jedi sprouts, hoping they would join what would be Sheev’s
army but he wouldn’t force them.

‘Though,’
Obi-Wan’s mind piped up. ‘Propaganda is a powerful tool… I’ll
just have to keep an eye on the entire thing, won’t I.’ He mused
to himself as he covered his father’s hand with his own, his eyes
flickering to Anakin.

In
the dim light of his room, he could see the flickering of the others
eyes and the little crack of blue that was his husbands eyes.

‘We’ll
both have to look after things.’

()()()

Its
been a blissful but also stressful five years and Obi-Wan picks up
his son with a small smile as he settles Luke in his lap.

Luke
was a sickly child, being on the smaller end and early born had left
the boy physically weak but with a strong, sunny personality that had
Obi-Wan glowing with happiness as his little blond prince looked
around curiously as Anakin chased after Leia.

Leia
on the other hand was both strong and decisive and if Obi-Wan had
ever harbored a doubt who would be on the throne after him… well
Leia was clearly Empress material and would make mock battles and
kingdoms with her dolls and quite a few of her brothers toys.

Sheev
was already taking her to strategy games, quietly murmuring to her
how to move her little ‘armies’ to smash the opposition and
telling her sternly that Luke needed looking after and she had to be
the one to do that once they were all gone, a doting grandparents who
spoiled both kids.

But
in this moment, dressed in their finest, they were suppose to be
getting a family picture taken though Leia was doing her best to
escape her father, her loud laugh mingling with Luke’s cheering as
she ducked under a table much to Obi-Wan’s amusement as Anakin
tried jumping over to catch the blue dressed girl.

‘And…’
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his stomach, his smile growing as Anakin
finally got his hands on the squirming copper haired girl to throw
her into the air with a laugh. ‘Soon we’ll be even more.’ He
chuckled quietly as he caught Luke looking down at his stomach too. A
big beam was directed up at him, Luke’s front left tooth missing.

“Brother.”
He said happily, also putting a small
hand
to Obi-Wan’s stomach and giggling when Obi-Wan made a shushing
motion and cuddled his boy to his chest as Leia and Anakin finally
joined them.

Yes,
soon they would be more.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t wait for it as he smiled for the droid taking their family
picture.

Father Sheev – news of what the Jedi Council did starts to emerge (thanks to Palpatine) and the galactic news «somehow» finds out about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s marriage and how Palpatine always new and supported them. Palpatine and Anakin don’t even need to trash talk the Jedi, the news/gossip sites are doing it for them. And’s who’s going to take over the Order now that younglings have been spared?

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Letting
out a deep breath, Obi-Wan sent his father a wry smile as Anakin
slept in the single chair in the room. “So, how you feel
grandfather?” He teased lightly, trying to not feel as fuzzy and
tired as the pain medication was working. “Or should I call you
Emperor?” Obi-Wan chortled only to wince and place a hand on his
stomach as it protested. Though
he had managed to read a few news articles despite it all.

The
media was really blowing up all over the story, frothing at the mouth
about his and Anakin’s marriage, the tragedy of the ‘betrayal’
from the Jedi and all that nonsense though so far no one suspected a
single thing Obi-Wan had noted with satisfaction.

No
one suspected the Jedi were the ones betrayed with how the story was
being spun, especially with Obi-Wan going into stress labor thanks to
the attack.

Sheev
snorted but didn’t answer in
response,
his hand on the incubator not unlike Anakin’s had been earlier as
he stared down at the little ones. “…You almost died, I could
feel it all
the way to the Rotunda.”
He said sharply.

Smile
disappearing, Obi-Wan stared at his father before nodding with a
small sigh. “Anakin shared his strength, the medic in charge should
have just given me a c-cut,”
He muttered darkly and ignored the growl that escaped Sheev. “As
is, I survived
and I will recover as always with Anakin by my side, now, as for the
youn-”

Another
growl escaped Sheev at that though this one was annoyed as he moved
to sit down
at
Obi-Wan’s bedside. “I’ve sent them to memory wiping as I told
you,” He snapped out, glaring at Obi-Wan. “All the older ones.
The younger ones who won’t have memories of the Jedi Order will be
raised properly…” He grumbled a bit.

“And
then? I won’t let you make an army out of them,” Obi-Wan pursed
his lips. “I’m already quite aware of your Inquisitors thank you
very much an-”

“And
they will be some of the ones taking care of the young ones,” Sheev
huffed before sighing. “When you came pleading to me, I made sure
to get a few of the crechemaster’s in on my… ploy. They will care
for those to young.” He murmured in a serious tone before reaching
out and petting Obi-Wan’s cheek, his face the picture of concern.

Leaning
into his father’s hand, Obi-Wan breathed out. “…So what will
happen to them? Will they just… be there?” He frowned.

“Force
sensitive orphanage,” Sheev murmured. “The older ones… a few we
will sell the idea of being rescued from slavery rings while others
will be told the truth though with the lack of memories we can twist
it as we want it.” Sheev finished in a smug tone.

It
should trouble Obi-Wan, he knew that some of those younglings had
been happy with their masters… but that’s what they were,
younglings.

Younglings
who got to live thanks to Obi-Wan pleading with his father. Oh he
imagined his father would have a certain education program for those
former Jedi sprouts, hoping they would join what would be Sheev’s
army but he wouldn’t force them.

‘Though,’
Obi-Wan’s mind piped up. ‘Propaganda is a powerful tool… I’ll
just have to keep an eye on the entire thing, won’t I.’ He mused
to himself as he covered his father’s hand with his own, his eyes
flickering to Anakin.

In
the dim light of his room, he could see the flickering of the others
eyes and the little crack of blue that was his husbands eyes.

‘We’ll
both have to look after things.’

()()()

Its
been a blissful but also stressful five years and Obi-Wan picks up
his son with a small smile as he settles Luke in his lap.

Luke
was a sickly child, being on the smaller end and early born had left
the boy physically weak but with a strong, sunny personality that had
Obi-Wan glowing with happiness as his little blond prince looked
around curiously as Anakin chased after Leia.

Leia
on the other hand was both strong and decisive and if Obi-Wan had
ever harbored a doubt who would be on the throne after him… well
Leia was clearly Empress material and would make mock battles and
kingdoms with her dolls and quite a few of her brothers toys.

Sheev
was already taking her to strategy games, quietly murmuring to her
how to move her little ‘armies’ to smash the opposition and
telling her sternly that Luke needed looking after and she had to be
the one to do that once they were all gone, a doting grandparents who
spoiled both kids.

But
in this moment, dressed in their finest, they were suppose to be
getting a family picture taken though Leia was doing her best to
escape her father, her loud laugh mingling with Luke’s cheering as
she ducked under a table much to Obi-Wan’s amusement as Anakin
tried jumping over to catch the blue dressed girl.

‘And…’
Obi-Wan pressed a hand to his stomach, his smile growing as Anakin
finally got his hands on the squirming copper haired girl to throw
her into the air with a laugh. ‘Soon we’ll be even more.’ He
chuckled quietly as he caught Luke looking down at his stomach too. A
big beam was directed up at him, Luke’s front left tooth missing.

“Brother.”
He said happily, also putting a small
hand
to Obi-Wan’s stomach and giggling when Obi-Wan made a shushing
motion and cuddled his boy to his chest as Leia and Anakin finally
joined them.

Yes,
soon they would be more.

Obi-Wan
couldn’t wait for it as he smiled for the droid taking their family
picture.

OOOoooo… HusbandofOurs, that seems like a suspiciously timely moment for the collar to deactivate… Might the subtle hand of Sidious be involved? Enough to have Padme and Anakin take care of that creepy little problem? All HAIL the Empress!

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Sitting beside Obi-Wan’s bed, Anakin rolled the defect collar in
his hands, frowning at it.

There was no reason why it should have short-circuited.  

Anakin had checked it out every three days to ensure that it wouldn’t
stop working for both theirs and Obi-Wan’s safety.

For it to stop working like so…

‘Tampering?’ He looked at Obi-Wan, reaching out to stroke the
none responsive Jedi’s hair back from his face as he examined the
other with the Force before settling back when nothing except came up
wrong.

Padme would never do anything that would actively hurt Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had tried to remove the collar but it had been clear that
Obi-Wan had been occupied with lunch when the collar had stopped
working and it bore no tampering mark which meant…

‘Which meant the Force had been applied to tamper with it.’ His
frown darkened.

“Love?” Padme settled down beside him, one hand on his nape and
the other resting on Obi-Wan’s cool hand, stroking the pale fingers
with her own. “You look troubled, credit for your thoughts?”

Anakin lips quirked faintly. “I think my thoughts are worth more
then that…” Then he sighed and turned to her, holding up the
defect collar. “It was a mighty fine time for the collar to stop
working, despite me checking it at least every three days as long as
I was on Coruscant. Almost suspiciously coincidental wouldn’t you
say?”

Raising her brows slowly, Padme tilted her head. “You suspect foul
play.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. And outside of you and me, only one other Force sensitive
being knew Obi-Wan was here.”

Padme’s eyes flashed amber at that. “You think…”

“What better way to get Obi-Wan out of the way then to let the
sudden shock of the death of the Order do it?” Anakin bared his
teeth. “Because Obi-Wan would have left marks on the collar if it
was him, just like those first few months. Yet its whole and fine.
Force tampering would be required.”

Padme trembled a bit with rage and then she shot to her feet,
snarling as she sent a chair crashing into the wall with a sweep of
her hand.

The blond only watched her before settling the collar aside. “He
did this to our Obi-Wan.”

“He’s going to die.” Padme hissed, hands curling and uncurling
as if she was imagining wrapping around the Emperors throat.

“We still need him.” Anakin growled in return.

“I don’t need him to rule!” Padme turned on her husband,
snarling even as Anakin stood and towered over her. “I was a
queen!”

A little breathy whimper cut into the argument and both turned back
to the bed, Obi-Wan’s hands spasming lightly on top of the covers.

“…Calm down.” Anakin whispered. “We don’t want to hurt him
anymore then he is.”

Padme took a deep breath and returned to the bed, crawling onto it
until she reached the middle and could touch Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I’m
sorry Obi-Wan, I forgot your shields aren’t in place anymore.”
She whispered apologetic, leaning down and pecking him on the
forehead and cheeks, whispering soft pardons.

“…We still need Palpatine.” Anakin settled down on the bed too,
shifting in so he could touch her hip. “But the moment we don’t…”
His eyes swirled amber too.

“I’ll have his head for this.” Padme promised quietly, stroking
Obi-Wan’s cheek gently while curling her body around their
husbands. “I’ll put on a pike and leave it for crows.” She
promised darkly.

“I know you don’t need my help to do that, but you’ll have it
still.” Anakin chuckled faintly and Padme smirked slightly.

No, she wouldn’t need his help to take out Sheev Palpatine, but it
would be a nice bonding exercise.

OOOoooo… HusbandofOurs, that seems like a suspiciously timely moment for the collar to deactivate… Might the subtle hand of Sidious be involved? Enough to have Padme and Anakin take care of that creepy little problem? All HAIL the Empress!

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Sitting beside Obi-Wan’s bed, Anakin rolled the defect collar in
his hands, frowning at it.

There was no reason why it should have short-circuited.  

Anakin had checked it out every three days to ensure that it wouldn’t
stop working for both theirs and Obi-Wan’s safety.

For it to stop working like so…

‘Tampering?’ He looked at Obi-Wan, reaching out to stroke the
none responsive Jedi’s hair back from his face as he examined the
other with the Force before settling back when nothing except came up
wrong.

Padme would never do anything that would actively hurt Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had tried to remove the collar but it had been clear that
Obi-Wan had been occupied with lunch when the collar had stopped
working and it bore no tampering mark which meant…

‘Which meant the Force had been applied to tamper with it.’ His
frown darkened.

“Love?” Padme settled down beside him, one hand on his nape and
the other resting on Obi-Wan’s cool hand, stroking the pale fingers
with her own. “You look troubled, credit for your thoughts?”

Anakin lips quirked faintly. “I think my thoughts are worth more
then that…” Then he sighed and turned to her, holding up the
defect collar. “It was a mighty fine time for the collar to stop
working, despite me checking it at least every three days as long as
I was on Coruscant. Almost suspiciously coincidental wouldn’t you
say?”

Raising her brows slowly, Padme tilted her head. “You suspect foul
play.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. And outside of you and me, only one other Force sensitive
being knew Obi-Wan was here.”

Padme’s eyes flashed amber at that. “You think…”

“What better way to get Obi-Wan out of the way then to let the
sudden shock of the death of the Order do it?” Anakin bared his
teeth. “Because Obi-Wan would have left marks on the collar if it
was him, just like those first few months. Yet its whole and fine.
Force tampering would be required.”

Padme trembled a bit with rage and then she shot to her feet,
snarling as she sent a chair crashing into the wall with a sweep of
her hand.

The blond only watched her before settling the collar aside. “He
did this to our Obi-Wan.”

“He’s going to die.” Padme hissed, hands curling and uncurling
as if she was imagining wrapping around the Emperors throat.

“We still need him.” Anakin growled in return.

“I don’t need him to rule!” Padme turned on her husband,
snarling even as Anakin stood and towered over her. “I was a
queen!”

A little breathy whimper cut into the argument and both turned back
to the bed, Obi-Wan’s hands spasming lightly on top of the covers.

“…Calm down.” Anakin whispered. “We don’t want to hurt him
anymore then he is.”

Padme took a deep breath and returned to the bed, crawling onto it
until she reached the middle and could touch Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I’m
sorry Obi-Wan, I forgot your shields aren’t in place anymore.”
She whispered apologetic, leaning down and pecking him on the
forehead and cheeks, whispering soft pardons.

“…We still need Palpatine.” Anakin settled down on the bed too,
shifting in so he could touch her hip. “But the moment we don’t…”
His eyes swirled amber too.

“I’ll have his head for this.” Padme promised quietly, stroking
Obi-Wan’s cheek gently while curling her body around their
husbands. “I’ll put on a pike and leave it for crows.” She
promised darkly.

“I know you don’t need my help to do that, but you’ll have it
still.” Anakin chuckled faintly and Padme smirked slightly.

No, she wouldn’t need his help to take out Sheev Palpatine, but it
would be a nice bonding exercise.

Prompt if it suits your muse: ObiAniDala in a universe where Padme is evil/Anakin drags her to the dark side, Palpatine has been destroyed, Padme is empress. Anakin and Padme are trying to find they’re wayward husband (they had Obi-wan legally married to them once the empire rose). What happens when they finally find him?

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The memory of their touch burns him
even now in the cold rain as he slowly makes his way through the
market on Hosnian Prime, rain dripping of his hood as he keeps it as
low as possible.

Soft summers on Naboo with gentle hands
brushing his legs and strong arms wrapped around his shoulders as he
relaxed and looked forward to a future that perhaps could be happier
then the past he had.

The yellow eyes and Padme’s intrigued
expression at the promise Anakin had given her, the curve of her
belly, the gentle hands resting on it as Anakin offered her the
galaxy to rule with justice and peace as she saw fit.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and released
it slowly as he continued walking. He had not wanted to end up on
Hosinan Prime honestly but that was where the smugglers were going,
he needed to reach the outer rims and hoped for a transport there.
Months on the run from the two who were reaching across planets
slowly but steadily.

It was amazing however how no one even
gave him two looks after he had shaved his beard and let his hair
grow long, no one recognizing him as the famed negotiator despite his
poster hanging everywhere.

But not like the other escaped Jedi’s.
His did not say wanted, his said missing.

Missing.

Missing husband of Empress Amidala and
Emperor Skywalker.

He tucked his robe more around himself
and glanced about warily as uneasy emotions started to permeate the
Force. Obi-Wan stopped, eyes flickering around, a familiar sensation
crawling up his spine.

Anakin.

He could feel Anakin.

Anakin was on Hosinan Prime.

He barely dodged the blaster before it
impacted where he had been standing, screams sending the crowds
scattering as he looked around wildly until he saw the clone sniper
on the roof. Even from a distance he could see blue on their armor.

The 501.

Anakin’s troops.

He dodged the next blast from a
different direction even as troopers appeared in each direction  of
the market. Some with blue and some with orange.

The 212.

Obi-Wan was boxed in by his and
Anakin’s troopers.

He needed to run, he needed to run no-
“Obi-Wan.”

That voice, that impossibly calm and
teasing voice. “I believe its time to stop running now Obi-Wan.
You’ve lead me on a merry chase but Padme would rather you’d come
home now to meet the twins.”

Obi-Wan slowly looked towards the
voice, his stomach turning unpleasantly at Anakin’s smiling face
and yellow eyes as he kept his own hood low. He didn’t answer and
the blond sighed quietly. “Come now Obi-Wan, I don’t want to hurt
you but you need to come home now.”

A fine line of exaustion trembled
through Obi-Wan and Anakin eyed it with all the concern in the world
laid bare. “You’re shivering, really, you are to take care of
yourself more husband of ours.”

“I never stood in a church and I
never said yes.” Obi-Wan rasped out and Anakin’s brow furrowed at
the tone.

“Are you sick Obi-Wan?” He walked
towards the man, uncaring of the danger of approaching a cornered
Jedi.

Then again, he knew that Obi-Wan would
never strike him down, so what did he have to fear. Obi-Wan bowed his
head, he had no where to run, Anakin was right there in front of him
with both their troopers on each side and stationed on the roof and
this time he had no conveniently placed ship that would take him
away.

He watched black boots stop in front of
him before a gloved hand went under his chin and tipped his head up,
Anakin’s other hand pulling the hood back enough to see him.

Surprised yellow and exhausted green
meet.

“You shaved.” Anakin rested his
hand against a fevered cheek. “And you ARE sick.” The other
tisked before placing a firm hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “SLEEP.”

Obi-Wan
struggled against the Force suggestion but exhaustion and illness
finally caught up on him and he collapsed against the taller mans
chest, unaware of the world as he was picked up by the Emperor of the
Empire and carried away.

()()()

He ignored them at the dinner table, it
was easier to ignore them if he just didn’t join them.

Sitting in the window sill and staring
at the world outside as they talked softly with each other before
Padme rose to her feet and moved to him, placing an elegant hand on
his shoulder. “Come eat Obi-Wan, I will not have it said I starve
you.”

Gentle words and touches tearing him
apart from the inside even as he stood and mutely followed her to the
table, settling down to a plate full of what was his favorites. He
stared at it for a long time before slowly tucking in, if he didn’t
eat they’d just trick him to it later.

When he had woken up after being
caught, Obi-Wan had no idea how long had passed there had been three
things he had been instantly aware of.

One, he could no longer reach for the
Force though he could feel it.

Two, Anakin and Padme were in the room
with him.

And three, there was a bandage wrapped
around his calf.

He had gotten his explanation for the
first one, Anakin and Padme had a tracker and a Force inhibitor
surgically placed into him.

To prevent him escaping again.

That had been weeks ago and his voice
had become a rarity.

They still brought him to their bed and
their touch still burned him but during those moments he could forget
the world outside and during that time his voice could be heard as
they teased it out of him with slow and loving touches.