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Oooh! Well he’s not going to have to leave and go back to the war now, I guess. They’re not going to let him fight like that. But Anakin will still have to. Will he be missed dearly? And are Padmé and Obi-Wan going to have to deal with early pregnancy symptoms on their own?

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Pressing
his hand to his still flat stomach as he took in the implications of
the positive test, Obi-Wan stared at the wall blankly. He didn’t
have a six pack anymore, he wasn’t a young man by any means and
maybe he should be training more but there was also organs in there
that meant he had a little bit of a pouch going on.

He
wasn’t vain about that though.

Obi-Wan
knew he looked decent but now he knew he also had a baby in there.

Two?

Maybe?

He
wasn’t sure, he hadn’t really looked up any information on the
Kenobi clan on Stewjon, if there even was a Kenobi clan.

Sometimes
kids who came to the temple got new last names if they came from
orphanages or were taken from abusive parents so who knew if Kenobi
was the name of his birth parents really and Obi-Wan’s mind was
spiraling, focusing on inconsequential things.

He
needed to think about the situation.

He
was pregnant.

He,
an older omega from his first mating, the claiming mating, was
knocked up without any fertility treatment after going through a
withdrawal heat before that.

It
should be virtually impossible for him to become pregnant based on
that and suddenly Obi-Wan couldn’t help but remember the condoms
Padme had dragged out only to be distracted from when Obi-Wan had
dragged her into a kiss.

The
condoms that had never gotten a use.

‘Whelp,
maybe we should have taken them in use after all, kaaark. I’m
pregnant in the middle of a war, I’m going to be waddling around in
the middle of a war!’ He took a deep shuddering breath of the
sterilized air of the Hall room.

And
then his mind went still at a thought.

He
could abort the baby.

Fear
jagged through Obi-Wan at that and he wrestled with it as he gripped
the fabric of his tunic around the stomach.

It
was an option but… Obi-Wan didn’t want to.

He
was an older
omega.

He
would only have so many years left of fertility, of that he knew for
sure and this… this may actually be his only chance despite it all
to have either of his mates children. Padme had a minor chance of
becoming pregnant he knew, alpha females were less fertile than their
beta and omega counterparts but it happened but Obi-Wan knew she had
more years than him to at least try.

‘Is
it wrong that I want this baby?’ He thought to himself as he
glanced around the sterile while room as the healer continued tapping
away at the terminal as they waited.

Mace
had stepped out to call for Anakin, the only one of his mates in the
temple and to give Obi-Wan some space while the healer had settled
down to update Obi-Wan’s profile and to start on the required
paperwork.

Because
as a pregnant omega Obi-Wan was not
going back out into war.

He
was going to stay on Coruscant, safe and sound with Padme.

Heart
sinking even as the door snapped open to reveal Anakin, Obi-Wan
smiled shakily at the wide eyed alpha stepping in, Anakin’s cheeks
flushed and his chest falling and rising quickly as he had clearly
run all the way to the Halls.  

He
wouldn’t be able to stay with Anakin, Anakin would be shipped out
without Obi-Wan.

“Is
it true? Are you…” Anakin stepped over, his boots clicking on the
floor as he closed the distance and looked to the healer with large
blue eyes.

Nodding,
the healer sat back in her
chair. “Yes Knight Skywalker, Master Kenobi is for sure pregnant as
a more in-dept
test confirms and
as long as the pregnancy is not terminated it will remain a healthy
one if we take care of it. It is of course too early to be able to tell anything yet but
give it a few more weeks and we can do additional tests.” She
turned back.

Anakin
however was staring at Obi-Wan. “…Terminated?” He whispered,
his tone choked.

Lifting
his hands, Obi-Wan sighed. “I’m not going to… this is my baby.”
Obi-Wan murmured quietly in an assuring tone which instantly had
Anakin’s shoulders dropping in relief before he stepped closer and
pressed his flesh hand to Obi-Wan’s stomach, smiling a bit.

Huffing
softly, Obi-Wan rested his cheek on Anakin’s chest.

He
had no idea how and he frankly didn’t care because this was his
baby.

His
and his mates and that sent a ticklish feeling of joy in all the
darkness through Obi-Wan’s spine as he rubbed his cheek on Anakin’s
black tabards with the blonds hand gently rubbing his stomach where
what a mass of cells would develop into a human was safely suited.

Therefore
Obi-Wan missed Mace troubled dark eyes as he watched them before the
master of the order marched away to inform the rest of the council as
the healer brought their attention on her once more for information
and transferring them to a prenatal trained healer.

For
now, Obi-Wan was happily unaware of any meddling done to create the
baby inside of him as he joyfully waited to be able to leave to
inform Padme in person.

I totally respect that you need a break. This is absolutely a question that can wait until after break is done. That said… so breakabarrier…. is out favorite threesome expecting or not???

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Watching
their sleeping and relaxed mate laying between them, Anakin and Padme
exchanged a fond look over Obi-Wan as the other continued snoring
quietly.

He
looked utterly comfortable wrapped up in the soft, green cotton
sheets of their bed wearing only his own navy blue boxers and
one of Anakin’s black tank tops, the strap on the left side coiled
up and exposing more of his skin on that side along with love bites
and hickeys
from their mating. The other had stolen the tank top for sleeping in
and Anakin had been too thrilled at the sight to deny him that
chance, having dragged Obi-Wan into a deep snog for a while before
they got to sleep.

Seeing
their omega in their own clothes was apparently a thing for them
though Padme didn’t get to see it too often because of size
difference unfortunately.

But
hey, she’d take the bathrobes and the occasional shirt that would
fit the man… or
barely fit as it was heh, there was something for the eyes to see
Obi-Wan’s chest on display through the thin fabric.

“We
have to wake him soon, we’re suppose to return to the temple and
finally get sent back out somewhere.”
Anakin murmured mournfully.

He
had enjoyed their time off from the war and from the temple if he was
honest, bonding with the master he had felt cut off from and the mate
he had discovered they were suppose to have all along since the
moment he and Padme had found each other.

Humming
in return, Padme leaned in and nuzzled at at the blond before leaning
down and gently stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, pressing
a soft kiss along his cheek. “Obi-Wan, hon, wake up.” She
murmured, smiling when the other twitched and mumbled sleepily,
turning onto his side to hide in her chest.

Grinning,
rubbing along Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin wiggled in after him. “Hey,
none of that, we need to get ready.” He teased softly only to
outright laugh in surprise when Obi-Wan whined and wrapped his arms
around Padme, dragging her tightly into him while hiding in the
valley of her breast. “Obi-Wan!”

“Noooo.”
He whined, tone muffled into her chest. “Sleeeep.” He continued
as
he octopus clung to one of his mates.

“I’ll
carry you and dump you in the tub Obi-Wan, clothes and all.” Anakin
warned the redhead and sniggered loudly when that finally got Obi-Wan
to look at him, squinting grouchily from the soft place he had found
to hide. They
all knew that wasn’t an idle threat as Anakin had actually done
that to both of his mates at one point.

Obi-Wan
had gotten their revenge though but turning the tables and dumping
Anakin into the bath in turn much to Padme’s delight since the man
had proven a bit too heavy for her to carry and return the favor.

Stroking
Obi-Wan’s hair fondly, Padme hid a little giggle. “Come now dear
heart, we have to go. I got Senate meetings and you…” She trailed
off, all of them equally saddened by the fact that they’d have to
separate for who knew how long.

Nuzzling
at the silken sea green of Padme’s nightie, Obi-Wan sighed. “I
don’t want to leave though…” He whispered, tone deep from
sleep.

Saying
nothing to that, Padme and Anakin wrapped themselves up around their
omega and each other as best they could, painfully familiar with the
desire not to leave but knowing that they had to.

()()()

Sighing
deeply as he gave over his hand to the healer, Obi-Wan shot Mace a
short glare from his position on the examination bed. “I’m
certain this is unnecessary Mace, I’m an older omega you know.”
He pointed out dryly even as the master of the order crossed his arms
over his chest while leaning against the wall by the door, clearly
unimpressed with Obi-Wan’s reasoning and the fact that he had to
drag Obi-Wan all the way to the Hall and to the sterile examination
room the healers used for appointments.

The
man smirked a bit when Obi-Wan hissed as his blood was drawn in a
little pinprick from his finger with bacta applied the second enough
blood was drawn but answered Obi-Wan calmly. “I will be telling
both Amidala and Skywalker that I had to strong arm you into coming
to the Halls, you know this is standard procedure for all newly mated
couples.” Mace pointed out in an equally dry tone.

Grimacing
heavily, Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and focused on the healer and the
test with a lazy gaze. Older omegas rarely got pregnant from their
first mating if they were kept from their mates for whatever reason
and generally older omegas required fertility treatments regardless
so he wasn’t expecting anything and didn’t really see the need to
waste the test and bacta for this but as Mace said, standard
procedure.

‘Sweet
Force, they’re more protective than ever over me, I swear Shaak
looked like she was about to come from Kamino to test me herself if
Mace didn’t drag me here.’ Obi-Wan thought grouchily as he swayed
his legs back and forth.

The
test beeped and Obi-Wan readied himself to be out of the Halls only
to stop as the healer dropped the gauze she had been handing over to
Obi-Wan wipe the bacta away and Mace straightened at the wall.

All
of them stared at the test at the clearly visible plus signs on the
pregnancy test.

‘…What?’
Obi-Wan.exe stopped working from shock overload as the realization
that he was pregnant
hit him with full force.

Breakabarrier okay but do they find him?

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The
mood of the darkened room was glum if there was any attitude to be
explained to someone outside it, several of the Jedi inside
exhaustively rubbing at their faces or neck.

Growling
faintly, Mace dropped back in his chair as he tilted his head back to
peer at the dark window with a thundery frown on his face. “Well
that was a bust.” He grunted.

“Not
wholly,” Shaak sighed as she rubbed at her lekkus, obviously
feeling numb. “We
did manage to trail it and isolate it to the Rotunda, that does
confirm what Dooku told Obi-Wan at the start of the war.” She mused
thoughtfully before sighing deeply and rubbing up his monterals.

About
to argue back, Mace shut up as Yoda gave a loud sigh. “Fruitless it
was not,” The
old man grunted as he got himself off the chair, his bone cracking
loudly enough to cause several to wince and contemplate their own old
age to come as his cane tapped at the floor. “Isolate the Sith
master to the Rotunda we have, close we know he was, content to hide
forever Sith never are.” Yoda’s ears quivered as he glanced at
the Rotunda with pursed lips, wrinkles twisting around his face
before he grunted.

Standing
slowly and stretching, Plo nodded in agreement. “We will find them,
a Sith master would never be content to hide in the shadows… it is
someone with power, someone who can pull strings and get information
they feed to Count Dooku and the CIS.” They all stood, staring at
the Rotunda as they each contemplated Senators they knew.

It
was a Senator, someone with power, someone who had guile and cunning.

“…Least
its not that gungan,” Mace sighed deeply. “He’s friendly and
kind as one can be but he’s as clumsy as few can be and as likely
to be a Sith as one of our younglings. Senator Binks is just…” He
floundered a bit, not wanting to be cruel.

Humming,
Shaak’s holo stood. “I believe the word you’re looking for is
naive but compassionate. It’s strange, I’ve never quite meet a
gungan like him before, we have a few gungan Jedi after all.” She
stated curiously.

Chuckling,
Plo made his way to the door with Yoda slowly limping along. “Well,
I won’t claim every sentient of my kind is exactly smart…”

There
were scattered laughs at that, everyone thinking of members of their
own kind that were more or less idiotic.

At
least Jar Jar was kind if silly.

()()()

Groaning
as he limped along to the kitchen island, Obi-Wan sat down shakily
and gave Anakin a meek smile when the alpha let out a worried whine.
“I’m fine, just sore… very sore. I’m not exactly as young as
most newly mating omegas.” He pointed out while enjoying the warmth
of the rising sun outside of the balcony.

He
was far past the newly mating omega timeline really but at least it
was done now, his next heat would be simpler and hopefully he’d
spend it with both again though with the war going on, he wasn’t
certain.

That
line of thought however was distracted out of his head when Anakin
leaned in and nuzzled slowly at his face and affectionately kissed
his bared shoulders as Obi-Wan had just opted to wear one of Padme’s
robe, the silky, green thing ridiculously small on him and only
reaching midway down his thighs while leaving most of his chest
exposed.

“I
know, but I still worry, we left you in quite the state… I’m
going to go check the medical cabinet.” Anakin murmured, leaving
one lingering kiss to the claiming bites on Obi-Wan’s neck before
hurrying off to the fresher, leaving Obi-Wan with Padme as she cooked
eggs and toast for them, going for a simple breakfast as 3CPO toddled
around, rambling off information they had missed out on and who had
called for them.

Accepting
his tea when Padme handed it over, perfectly steeped, Obi-Wan smiled
into the cup and sighed happily as Anakin returned with an analgesic
patch, the medication quickly applied to the other side of his neck
before Anakin just wrapped himself around the omega.

Quietly,
they soaked in the morning before Padme hummed. “Just so its said,
tomorrow we’re having breakfast in bed and getting up late.” She
smirked at them.

Clearing
his throat, Anakin raised his head from Obi-Wan’s skin, blinking at
them both. “To be fair, we wanted to do that today but um…”
Anakin glanced towards the room that stunk of sex, slick and sweat,
the sheets still a mess as Obi-Wan colored deeply but smiled smugly
into his cup.

“I’ll
make a new nest once everything’s clean.” He stated airily,
feeling the warm sun on his skin where Anakin wasn’t basically
covering him.

He
was meet with two beams at that and Padme finally placing toast in
front of her male mates before Anakin managed to drag himself away
for long enough to grab the fruit bowl, making an effort not to
always be a brat and do some frivolous Force use.

Obi-Wan
appreciated it, he was too tired right now to deal with it.

He
was not too tired however to eat all of the egg Padme was plying him
with.

Mmmn
yolky
proteins.

Oldandsweet- okay so this universe is a lot of fun but I’m craving a little angst. I understand if you don’t do this prompt to keep up the tone, but I was hoping for a moment where Ben is a little more clear headed and ppl find out more about the terrible things of the future? I know he said a little already but I’d like more.

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Pausing
a bit, Anakin turned in his harness to peer at Ben, frowning a bit.
“Wait, if this is a life long thing… what did you do on Tatooine
Ben? I know you can’t have gotten a hold of the medication, but…”
He hesitated, glancing towards the bottle in Cody’s hand.

Ben
blinked, looking up from the cat’s cradle he was making with Asajj
with a puzzled expression before smiling. “Oh I chewed roots and
after a while I figured out to how to pulp it with a mortar and eat
the soft remains,” He said with a certain amount of cheer. “I’d
harvest a lot of different things to make alternatives for medication
and keep warm furs for the cold nights where my arthritis became
painful, not that it always helped.” Ben hummed, turning back to
the cradle.

Anakin
stared at him.

A
question was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t get himself
to ask.

So
Ahsoka did it instead, a frown on her face. “You harvested and took
care of it all? Weren’t there anyone else there?”  The young
padawan questioned, worried.

Stilling,
Ben stared at the cat cradle between his and Asajj’s pale hands.
“…Everyone else was dead, they all died in the temple and I had
to hide or be wiped out with them. I had to, I had duty, I swore to
uphold my duty and I couldn’t be found…” Ben blinked slowly,
his hands starting to shake, a hiccuping breath escaping him. “I-I
couldn’t be found, I had to fade away even though I never knew how
to, to forsake my own morality and watch Tatooine slave trade…”
He was starting to tremble and with a crude curse, Asajj pulled the
thread off their hands to wrap her arms around the old man, coaching
him through a quick but efficient
breathing
exercise to calm down what must be a racing heart.

Anakin
swallowed heavily, staring at Ben.

The
words echoed in his head.

‘Everyone
was dead.’

Ben
had been lucid when he said that, his eyes far away yes but lucid.

The
implications had been there all along of course but no one had wanted
to examine them too much, all of them wondering if it was the Force
addling adding its own brand of memory.

But
Anakin was sure that Ben just spoke the utter truth.

He
had been alone because something awful happened to the order, because
most of them were dead
or couldn’t be reached by Ben.

Slowly
he meet Obi-Wan’s eyes, watching his master’s pursed lips and
knew the other would be contacting the Jedi temple and the other
Council masters the moment he could to ensure they knew this
information that was now confirmed.

And
that was what they had needed.

Confirmation.

Anakin
was suddenly wondering if Ben becoming lucid and free of the Force
addling was the best thing for him. To face all those painful,
traumatic memories that was in there that hadn’t happened
yet
and might never and yet his experience still rang true and painful
with
no one who could relate to it because what Ben, what Obi-Wan
in the future had gone through was through the genocide
of the Jedi order.

And
now he was resting his head on Ventress shoulder, eyes closed, his
breath calm as she rubbed his upper back and the nape of Ben’s neck
while he relaxed.

Ahsoka
looked up at him with wide eyes and Anakin forced a small smile onto
his face, reaching out to squeeze her wrist in what he hoped was a
comforting motion. “It’s not going to happen, whatever happened
to the future… I won’t let it happen and Ben and you and Obi-Wan
are going to remain safe,
I promise you Snips.” He whispered quietly to her, making sure he
had Ahsoka’s full attention until she relaxed and leaned her head
against his shoulder. Then he raised his eyes to Obi-Wan’s again,
watching the man.

Obi-Wan
nodded, almost imperceptible and then went back to drumming his
fingers on his own gauntlet with a small ponderous frown.

At
least Anakin wasn’t thinking about the wax dildo anymore or the-oh
that sneaky little devil. Anakin turned his eyes on Ben and felt any
burgeoning anger dissipated,
how could he be angry at the old man for distracting him with that
story but at this point being angry at Ben was like being angry at an
old dog for being incontinence.

Something
he was not about to tell the old man cause he could already feel the
glares that would be aimed at him if he did say it.

Wait,
was Ben inc-nope, not going there.

If
that was an issue, the healers would have told them and had them
prepare for such a thing and they had not and there was no need to
embarrass anyone by asking those questions without something
happening.

For
now they would just get out and get some battles against the CIS and
muck up some droids and maybe Anakin could mess up Grievous…or send
Ben at the old droid menace since Ben already got to Ventress.

‘Or
maybe not, I don’t want yet another pet darksider following us
around,’ Anakin shuddered at the thought and smiled at Ahsoka when
she sent him a worried look. ‘Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, Padme
in a beautiful nightgown… there we go… good thoughts.’

Oldandsweet- okay so this universe is a lot of fun but I’m craving a little angst. I understand if you don’t do this prompt to keep up the tone, but I was hoping for a moment where Ben is a little more clear headed and ppl find out more about the terrible things of the future? I know he said a little already but I’d like more.

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Pausing
a bit, Anakin turned in his harness to peer at Ben, frowning a bit.
“Wait, if this is a life long thing… what did you do on Tatooine
Ben? I know you can’t have gotten a hold of the medication, but…”
He hesitated, glancing towards the bottle in Cody’s hand.

Ben
blinked, looking up from the cat’s cradle he was making with Asajj
with a puzzled expression before smiling. “Oh I chewed roots and
after a while I figured out to how to pulp it with a mortar and eat
the soft remains,” He said with a certain amount of cheer. “I’d
harvest a lot of different things to make alternatives for medication
and keep warm furs for the cold nights where my arthritis became
painful, not that it always helped.” Ben hummed, turning back to
the cradle.

Anakin
stared at him.

A
question was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t get himself
to ask.

So
Ahsoka did it instead, a frown on her face. “You harvested and took
care of it all? Weren’t there anyone else there?”  The young
padawan questioned, worried.

Stilling,
Ben stared at the cat cradle between his and Asajj’s pale hands.
“…Everyone else was dead, they all died in the temple and I had
to hide or be wiped out with them. I had to, I had duty, I swore to
uphold my duty and I couldn’t be found…” Ben blinked slowly,
his hands starting to shake, a hiccuping breath escaping him. “I-I
couldn’t be found, I had to fade away even though I never knew how
to, to forsake my own morality and watch Tatooine slave trade…”
He was starting to tremble and with a crude curse, Asajj pulled the
thread off their hands to wrap her arms around the old man, coaching
him through a quick but efficient
breathing
exercise to calm down what must be a racing heart.

Anakin
swallowed heavily, staring at Ben.

The
words echoed in his head.

‘Everyone
was dead.’

Ben
had been lucid when he said that, his eyes far away yes but lucid.

The
implications had been there all along of course but no one had wanted
to examine them too much, all of them wondering if it was the Force
addling adding its own brand of memory.

But
Anakin was sure that Ben just spoke the utter truth.

He
had been alone because something awful happened to the order, because
most of them were dead
or couldn’t be reached by Ben.

Slowly
he meet Obi-Wan’s eyes, watching his master’s pursed lips and
knew the other would be contacting the Jedi temple and the other
Council masters the moment he could to ensure they knew this
information that was now confirmed.

And
that was what they had needed.

Confirmation.

Anakin
was suddenly wondering if Ben becoming lucid and free of the Force
addling was the best thing for him. To face all those painful,
traumatic memories that was in there that hadn’t happened
yet
and might never and yet his experience still rang true and painful
with
no one who could relate to it because what Ben, what Obi-Wan
in the future had gone through was through the genocide
of the Jedi order.

And
now he was resting his head on Ventress shoulder, eyes closed, his
breath calm as she rubbed his upper back and the nape of Ben’s neck
while he relaxed.

Ahsoka
looked up at him with wide eyes and Anakin forced a small smile onto
his face, reaching out to squeeze her wrist in what he hoped was a
comforting motion. “It’s not going to happen, whatever happened
to the future… I won’t let it happen and Ben and you and Obi-Wan
are going to remain safe,
I promise you Snips.” He whispered quietly to her, making sure he
had Ahsoka’s full attention until she relaxed and leaned her head
against his shoulder. Then he raised his eyes to Obi-Wan’s again,
watching the man.

Obi-Wan
nodded, almost imperceptible and then went back to drumming his
fingers on his own gauntlet with a small ponderous frown.

At
least Anakin wasn’t thinking about the wax dildo anymore or the-oh
that sneaky little devil. Anakin turned his eyes on Ben and felt any
burgeoning anger dissipated,
how could he be angry at the old man for distracting him with that
story but at this point being angry at Ben was like being angry at an
old dog for being incontinence.

Something
he was not about to tell the old man cause he could already feel the
glares that would be aimed at him if he did say it.

Wait,
was Ben inc-nope, not going there.

If
that was an issue, the healers would have told them and had them
prepare for such a thing and they had not and there was no need to
embarrass anyone by asking those questions without something
happening.

For
now they would just get out and get some battles against the CIS and
muck up some droids and maybe Anakin could mess up Grievous…or send
Ben at the old droid menace since Ben already got to Ventress.

‘Or
maybe not, I don’t want yet another pet darksider following us
around,’ Anakin shuddered at the thought and smiled at Ahsoka when
she sent him a worried look. ‘Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, Padme
in a beautiful nightgown… there we go… good thoughts.’

Hello Moddy! Love hoarder seer. I’m probably going to send in a few different prompts in the next few minutes for it, if that’s okay? First, well, you’re leading us right to it. How’s the senate going to react? What kind of stress will that put on poor Obi?

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Coruscant
is in uproar.

The
clones were right in their worry about their reaction and suddenly
there are troopers stationed at every entrance and exit of the Jedi
temple, to keep out the public, the media and
the Senate and several pregnant troopers move into the temple.

Obi-Wan
knows something is going on, the council whispering to each other
furiously before shutting up moments before he reach them, smiling
nervously at him but he hears snippets.

The
words senate, senators, complaints and abortion.

He
can make his own conclusions from that and when the entire 212th
gets moved to the temple and Cody outright starts living with him…

Well,
Obi-Wan recognizes that his love and the troopers that served him in
war are
now his bodyguards even
though Obi-Wan didn’t leave the temple, having been moved to
paperwork and tactics since he couldn’t fight at the front anymore.

And
he’s not stupid, he’s seen the wolfpack prowling around a lot
more than common.

Though
to be fair, they have a few pregnant members too so
that could be the thing but Obi-Wan has a feeling it has to do with
him too if Helix and Wolffe’s whispered conversations are any
indication.

If
Obi-Wan were to guess, some of the senators are debating that Obi-Wan
needs
to be in the war and therefor should terminate his babies.

Actual
fear zooms through his veins at that thought and his thoughts are
confirmed as a week later the media gets a hand on the Senator’s
transcripts and then the council can no longer keep it hidden from
Obi-Wan.

There…
were a lot more Senator’s and even the Chancellor
on the list of people who thought Obi-Wan should end the pregnancy.

Anakin
is livid.

If
Anakin was a storm before, he is cold Jedi wrath incarnated now and
Qui-Gon is his own little storm of discontent.

It
is safe to say that whatever relationship the Chancellor or those
Senator’s had cultivated before with practically any Jedi is over
at this point, Anakin going as far as answer in a clipped tone into
his comm in the middle of one of the refectories when the Supreme
Chancellor called him that if it wasn’t in regards to the safety of
Coruscant or a work related, the man was to stop contacting Anakin
and right after that he had blocked the personal comm codes before
going back to his spiced meal with a grouchy look.

It
was just so stressful that Obi-Wan had outright started to bawl
much to the panic of everyone at said refectory, his hormones doing
the worst to his moods and Cody had ended up outright carrying the
tired and worn out Jedi back to his quarters with Anakin fluttering
after, a plate in one hand and a fork in the other as he babbled
apologies.

And
that wasn’t all.

Obi-Wan
discovered the other
part of being pregnant.

Cravings,
cravings from hell.

Cody,
despite the expression on his face, quietly soft boiled eggs and
slathered nut butter onto them. He made vinegar pickled pears and
chocolate covered soy protein even
though the cravings and flavor combos were strange.

Obi-Wan
was just so grateful for all of that he spent an hour crying over his
reports, just so happy he had his Cody and Anakin and Qui-Gon, all of
them making what Obi-Wan asked for even when it was strange.

Hell,
Cody even went out at the middle of the night to buy ice cream and
bantha meat, only kissing Obi-Wan gently before he drew on his
clothes and left as Obi-Wan sulked into his blanket for craving those
two things.

Because
of all the civilians and media’s basically camping on their
doorsteps, Obi-Wan couldn’t really leave the temple but that was
fine by him, he was getting bigger, he was getting slower and the
Garden’s were beautiful, especially with Cody walking at his side.

Worry
itched in his stomach however when his instincts told him to pick up
a blaster that he tucked onto his belt.

He
didn’t know what was coming but he didn’t like that the Force
told him to pick up a blaster that was small enough to hide on his
belt, especially as Qui-Gon and Anakin were scheduled to leave
Coruscant in two weeks.

It
made him… anxious.

But
even if Obi-Wan could no longer fight, that didn’t mean the war
outside of Coruscant had stopped.

And
then the Force told him to pick up a poison antidote as he curled up
in Cody’s arms.

Hello Moddy! Love hoarder seer. I’m probably going to send in a few different prompts in the next few minutes for it, if that’s okay? First, well, you’re leading us right to it. How’s the senate going to react? What kind of stress will that put on poor Obi?

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Coruscant
is in uproar.

The
clones were right in their worry about their reaction and suddenly
there are troopers stationed at every entrance and exit of the Jedi
temple, to keep out the public, the media and
the Senate and several pregnant troopers move into the temple.

Obi-Wan
knows something is going on, the council whispering to each other
furiously before shutting up moments before he reach them, smiling
nervously at him but he hears snippets.

The
words senate, senators, complaints and abortion.

He
can make his own conclusions from that and when the entire 212th
gets moved to the temple and Cody outright starts living with him…

Well,
Obi-Wan recognizes that his love and the troopers that served him in
war are
now his bodyguards even
though Obi-Wan didn’t leave the temple, having been moved to
paperwork and tactics since he couldn’t fight at the front anymore.

And
he’s not stupid, he’s seen the wolfpack prowling around a lot
more than common.

Though
to be fair, they have a few pregnant members too so
that could be the thing but Obi-Wan has a feeling it has to do with
him too if Helix and Wolffe’s whispered conversations are any
indication.

If
Obi-Wan were to guess, some of the senators are debating that Obi-Wan
needs
to be in the war and therefor should terminate his babies.

Actual
fear zooms through his veins at that thought and his thoughts are
confirmed as a week later the media gets a hand on the Senator’s
transcripts and then the council can no longer keep it hidden from
Obi-Wan.

There…
were a lot more Senator’s and even the Chancellor
on the list of people who thought Obi-Wan should end the pregnancy.

Anakin
is livid.

If
Anakin was a storm before, he is cold Jedi wrath incarnated now and
Qui-Gon is his own little storm of discontent.

It
is safe to say that whatever relationship the Chancellor or those
Senator’s had cultivated before with practically any Jedi is over
at this point, Anakin going as far as answer in a clipped tone into
his comm in the middle of one of the refectories when the Supreme
Chancellor called him that if it wasn’t in regards to the safety of
Coruscant or a work related, the man was to stop contacting Anakin
and right after that he had blocked the personal comm codes before
going back to his spiced meal with a grouchy look.

It
was just so stressful that Obi-Wan had outright started to bawl
much to the panic of everyone at said refectory, his hormones doing
the worst to his moods and Cody had ended up outright carrying the
tired and worn out Jedi back to his quarters with Anakin fluttering
after, a plate in one hand and a fork in the other as he babbled
apologies.

And
that wasn’t all.

Obi-Wan
discovered the other
part of being pregnant.

Cravings,
cravings from hell.

Cody,
despite the expression on his face, quietly soft boiled eggs and
slathered nut butter onto them. He made vinegar pickled pears and
chocolate covered soy protein even
though the cravings and flavor combos were strange.

Obi-Wan
was just so grateful for all of that he spent an hour crying over his
reports, just so happy he had his Cody and Anakin and Qui-Gon, all of
them making what Obi-Wan asked for even when it was strange.

Hell,
Cody even went out at the middle of the night to buy ice cream and
bantha meat, only kissing Obi-Wan gently before he drew on his
clothes and left as Obi-Wan sulked into his blanket for craving those
two things.

Because
of all the civilians and media’s basically camping on their
doorsteps, Obi-Wan couldn’t really leave the temple but that was
fine by him, he was getting bigger, he was getting slower and the
Garden’s were beautiful, especially with Cody walking at his side.

Worry
itched in his stomach however when his instincts told him to pick up
a blaster that he tucked onto his belt.

He
didn’t know what was coming but he didn’t like that the Force
told him to pick up a blaster that was small enough to hide on his
belt, especially as Qui-Gon and Anakin were scheduled to leave
Coruscant in two weeks.

It
made him… anxious.

But
even if Obi-Wan could no longer fight, that didn’t mean the war
outside of Coruscant had stopped.

And
then the Force told him to pick up a poison antidote as he curled up
in Cody’s arms.

Here’s a prompt for thelightinus: people try to get more information about what went wrong in the future, and Obi-wan has to decide what to tell people (or maybe codywan?)

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Wings
fluttering gently, Obi-Wan chuckled quietly as he glanced down at the
new tunics in his hands, the other two carrying a few of them for him
too along with robes, undershirts and sleeping shirts. “I do think
that it was a bit overkill for quartermaster Gyda
to
want to measure my wings.” He said lightly in an aside to Ahsoka
and Anakin only for the young togruta to snort loudly.

“Master
Obi-Wan,” She replied, her tone bored. “Your wings aren’t like
any other Jedi in the temple, they glow, they flutter, they got
primary in golden and white that stretch through your wings to the
secondaries flight feathers. Your wings are sleek and powerful and
yet they are massive with hardly any weight as they stretch out from
your back. Technically you shouldn’t be as small as you are and
have wings this big. Of
course she had to measure you to ensure the clothes would fit,
especially with wing slits”
Ahsoka finished with and then blushed when both older Jedi raised
surprised brows at her at
the very through and logical explanation of the quartermaster’s
action.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan raised his brows. “Well, someones put in some
study on wings.” He teased gently, gently
bringing the other out of her embarrassment.

Shrugging
awkwardly, Ahsoka smiled sheepishly. “As a kid in the creche I kind
of… wanted wings, so I looked up the biological quirks of it to see
how wings functioned. Then it just got interesting.” She glanced at
his wings curiously.

“If
you wish,” Obi-Wan’s smile softened. “You can both examine them
when we get to the quarters once I’ve changed into one of my
tunics.” He offered gently, receiving twin smiles from both Anakin
and Ahsoka.

Honestly
it was the first thing he had done after the council meeting.

Obi-Wan
would rather dress properly.

Well…
outside of his boots.

He
hadn’t worn boots since he became the Daughters proxy and right now
he just… couldn’t.

Not
when each step grounded him to where he was and what he was doing,
whispering to him that the Force was bright and warm once more.

He
was still debating how much information he was really going to tell
the council.

Changing
the streams of time could be very dangerous but he did have to do
something, which he had told the council he would inform them of certain things.

But
it was the telling of others which was dangerous too.

First
things first…

Green
eyes glanced at Jedi who passed them. ‘Traitors will have to be
weeded out.’ Obi-Wan wings fluttered heavily, the glowing
appendages catching the attention of all.

But
they were not the comfort of all, nor were they suppose to.

Obi-Wan’s
wings were something he refused to hide, the golden light of them the
very Light side of the Force both inside and outside of him and he’d
be damned if he let those who were betraying the Jedi feel comfort
when they were turning on all those lives.

Obi-Wan
had too many vivid images from the pond of a broken temple, of small
bodies scorched by blaster bolts.

Too
young and yet old enough to die for Sidious.

‘I
will have to deal with him too eventually. He must have seen me fly,
honestly if Ahsoka is right that it was all over the holofeed then he
must have been blind not to see and feel
me rise over the temple.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself even as he shot
a clearly worried Anakin a soft smile which assured him.

“It
will be good to finally change out of the Hall gown and shorts.”
Obi-Wan offered them with a chuckle.

“Will
you be able to shower with those?” Anakin glanced at the wings,
frowning a bit.

“Oh…
hmm.” Obi-Wan glanced back at his wings too, a small frown growing
on his face as he thought that over.

“Yeah
no, he’s not going to fit in the fresher.” Ahsoka giggled,
heading over to the caff table where she placed the tunics, grinning
at them with all her teeth. “We’re going to have to put in a
special request to move quarters for that…can I please
get a room with both of you this time though? I’m tired of the
padawan dorm for seniors.” She groaned dramatically while dropping
on the couch.

Exchanging
amused smirks, the two Jedi master’s joined her with their own
piles of clothes. “I’ll send of a request to the quartermasters
for new rooms. For today I will just have to forgo that shower I
guess… it is a good thing I got a shower at the Halls.” Obi-Wan
mused as he picked out a high collared undershirt and a beige tunic
to go over before heading towards his room to find leggings.

“I’ll
make tea while we wait on you.” Anakin snorted, a bit of normalcy
finally entering their lives after the wing situation.

How
long it would last… well that was another situation.

‘And
I can see Cody once more… dear Cody.’ Obi-Wan smiled into the
darkness of his bedroom before turning the light on.

He’d
missed Cody.

Here’s a prompt for thelightinus: people try to get more information about what went wrong in the future, and Obi-wan has to decide what to tell people (or maybe codywan?)

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Wings
fluttering gently, Obi-Wan chuckled quietly as he glanced down at the
new tunics in his hands, the other two carrying a few of them for him
too along with robes, undershirts and sleeping shirts. “I do think
that it was a bit overkill for quartermaster Gyda
to
want to measure my wings.” He said lightly in an aside to Ahsoka
and Anakin only for the young togruta to snort loudly.

“Master
Obi-Wan,” She replied, her tone bored. “Your wings aren’t like
any other Jedi in the temple, they glow, they flutter, they got
primary in golden and white that stretch through your wings to the
secondaries flight feathers. Your wings are sleek and powerful and
yet they are massive with hardly any weight as they stretch out from
your back. Technically you shouldn’t be as small as you are and
have wings this big. Of
course she had to measure you to ensure the clothes would fit,
especially with wing slits”
Ahsoka finished with and then blushed when both older Jedi raised
surprised brows at her at
the very through and logical explanation of the quartermaster’s
action.

Chuckling
faintly, Obi-Wan raised his brows. “Well, someones put in some
study on wings.” He teased gently, gently
bringing the other out of her embarrassment.

Shrugging
awkwardly, Ahsoka smiled sheepishly. “As a kid in the creche I kind
of… wanted wings, so I looked up the biological quirks of it to see
how wings functioned. Then it just got interesting.” She glanced at
his wings curiously.

“If
you wish,” Obi-Wan’s smile softened. “You can both examine them
when we get to the quarters once I’ve changed into one of my
tunics.” He offered gently, receiving twin smiles from both Anakin
and Ahsoka.

Honestly
it was the first thing he had done after the council meeting.

Obi-Wan
would rather dress properly.

Well…
outside of his boots.

He
hadn’t worn boots since he became the Daughters proxy and right now
he just… couldn’t.

Not
when each step grounded him to where he was and what he was doing,
whispering to him that the Force was bright and warm once more.

He
was still debating how much information he was really going to tell
the council.

Changing
the streams of time could be very dangerous but he did have to do
something, which he had told the council he would inform them of certain things.

But
it was the telling of others which was dangerous too.

First
things first…

Green
eyes glanced at Jedi who passed them. ‘Traitors will have to be
weeded out.’ Obi-Wan wings fluttered heavily, the glowing
appendages catching the attention of all.

But
they were not the comfort of all, nor were they suppose to.

Obi-Wan’s
wings were something he refused to hide, the golden light of them the
very Light side of the Force both inside and outside of him and he’d
be damned if he let those who were betraying the Jedi feel comfort
when they were turning on all those lives.

Obi-Wan
had too many vivid images from the pond of a broken temple, of small
bodies scorched by blaster bolts.

Too
young and yet old enough to die for Sidious.

‘I
will have to deal with him too eventually. He must have seen me fly,
honestly if Ahsoka is right that it was all over the holofeed then he
must have been blind not to see and feel
me rise over the temple.’ Obi-Wan mused to himself even as he shot
a clearly worried Anakin a soft smile which assured him.

“It
will be good to finally change out of the Hall gown and shorts.”
Obi-Wan offered them with a chuckle.

“Will
you be able to shower with those?” Anakin glanced at the wings,
frowning a bit.

“Oh…
hmm.” Obi-Wan glanced back at his wings too, a small frown growing
on his face as he thought that over.

“Yeah
no, he’s not going to fit in the fresher.” Ahsoka giggled,
heading over to the caff table where she placed the tunics, grinning
at them with all her teeth. “We’re going to have to put in a
special request to move quarters for that…can I please
get a room with both of you this time though? I’m tired of the
padawan dorm for seniors.” She groaned dramatically while dropping
on the couch.

Exchanging
amused smirks, the two Jedi master’s joined her with their own
piles of clothes. “I’ll send of a request to the quartermasters
for new rooms. For today I will just have to forgo that shower I
guess… it is a good thing I got a shower at the Halls.” Obi-Wan
mused as he picked out a high collared undershirt and a beige tunic
to go over before heading towards his room to find leggings.

“I’ll
make tea while we wait on you.” Anakin snorted, a bit of normalcy
finally entering their lives after the wing situation.

How
long it would last… well that was another situation.

‘And
I can see Cody once more… dear Cody.’ Obi-Wan smiled into the
darkness of his bedroom before turning the light on.

He’d
missed Cody.

Ahhh I love thelightinus so much!! What happens next? Does everyone not know how to react to our obi now? With the wings, and the way he hugged Anakin so tight?

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High
above the temple Kenobi rose with each powerful flap of his wings,
light shining both through and over him from the rising sun but also
seemingly from inside.

Sidious
had sat his tea in his throat when he’d seen it, watching the man
steadily rise until he was high in the sky over his beloved temple,
the Jedi wings beating slowly and yet remaining perfectly still in
the air.

Hovering
without seemingly having to put in effort.

There
were of course winged sentients
in the galaxy, toydarian, vor, s’kytri and geonosian’s all coming
sharply to mind without thinking to hard but none of them flew like
Kenobi who seemed to just…

He
looked like he was weightless, as if flying was was no less tedious
to him than floating in water as he looked out over Coruscant.

Sidious
absently noted a few skycars veering a bit, having noticed the Jedi
too finally but the Jedi temple was free from skycar traffic directly
over it so a crash was avoided. Standing slowly, Sidious stared out
his office window.

He
had seen the footage of course, Kenobi’s wings laying limp to the
ground, laying limp as he was transported off a shuttle.

But
this…

Even
from this distance he could see their glow, clearly unearthly in
nature.

Whatever
had happened to Kenobi, the changes were much deeper than skin deep.

Kenobi
had always shone in the Force like a beacon of quiet light, a soft
candle.

Now?

How
he glowed like the light of a brilliant bonfire, filling the Force
and the darkness with his light as if he couldn’t dim it to the
candle anymore.

It
startled Sidious to covet the redhead.

He
wanted to pin him down and tear out feathers, he wanted to break the
bones of those wings and taint the white of it red, dim the light he
could see.

Well,
who said he couldn’t have both Skywalker and Kenobi?

A
small sneer crossed Sidious face as he watched Kenobi suddenly fold
his wings to his back and fall headfirst towards the ground until he
was out of sight behind the temple, returning to the ground.

Yes,
Sidious will have both and he would tear those wings apart at
his own leisure.

()()()

Bare
feet barely makes a sound on marble floor as Obi-Wan and Anakin make
their way towards the elevator, having been summoned to the council
chamber. Or well, Obi-Wan had but Anakin tagged along with his hand
resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

He
was reluctant to let go of the other.

The
days of silence from the dormant bond had been startling, especially
after Obi-Wan had sprouted wings which had left them all in
uncertainty as to if Obi-Wan would recover and if he recovered, how
he would behave.

And
something had clearly changed with the man.

Obi-Wan
had never been openly affectionate while out in public, limiting
public affection to shoulder pats, hair ruffling and one armed hugs
for the most part and in private engaging in proper hugs and hair
pettings.

Yet
now?

Obi-Wan
had come flying in, almost tackling Anakin off his feet in a hug so
tight it had restrained Anakin’s breathing for a few seconds.

And
the nickname.

Those
old nicknames from so long ago.

Nova
and Tabby.

Obi-Wan
hadn’t called Anakin for Nova in almost five years and yet now the
name slipped so easily and naturally from his lips as if something
had loosened inside of Obi-Wan to allow him to be affectionate once
more.

‘Or
maybe he’s always been affectionate and I just missed it?’ Anakin
wondered as he clung to the others shoulder in the elevator, ignoring
those trying to catch a last glimpse of Obi-Wan before the doors
closed. ‘Maybe I just missed it because I pulled away from him? I
wasn’t the easiest of teens…’ He admitted privately in his own
mind.

“Nova,”
Startled at the soft call, Anakin looked up from his feet to blink at
Obi-Wan, finding the Jedi master smiling slightly at him, his hair a
wind tousled mess with cold pinked ears and cheeks. “Its going to
be alright, we’re going to be alright. I promise you.”

Anakin
didn’t know what exactly Obi-Wan meant by that.

The
war, the fractured relationship between them, Obi-Wan’s new wings
but for some reason… he believed his old master, smiling back at
him while unconsciously relaxing. For some reason it felt like
Obi-Wan could do anything now, his light warm and welcoming as one
feathered, glowing wing extended and wrapped around Anakin in a one
winged hug.

It
felt good.

It
felt like proper hope for the first time in so long since the war
started.