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?
“…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.”
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