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Peering at the
large pink flower stuck in his face, Obi-Wan blinked to get rid of
the crossing of his eyes because that had made him dizzy and instead
he focused above the flower on Ahsoka instead with a bemused
expression appearing on his face. “What in Force name Ahsoka are
you doing?” He asked in amused confusion as she beamed down at him.

“I got you a
gift!” She said with some delight, wiggling in place.

“And you choose
to give it to me in the garden while I was meditating instead of
waiting until I came to our quarters?” Obi-Wan laughed softly,
amused by the teens enthusiasm.

She shrugged,
beaming back at him as he continued to laugh as Ahsoka had obviously
gotten what she wanted. “Well I figured you would want to see it
but honestly yeah, pretty much.” She flopped down on her ass in
front of him, settling her feet on the grass with her knees up and
her elbows on her knees while holding out the brown terracotta pot
towards him with the same smile on her face.

Smiling wryly,
Obi-Wan examined the plant with interest.

Its stem was almost
branch like in outlook, brown until the top where the flower and
leaves were, the leaves curving into oblong spheres and rather thick
with circular veins and a wax like outside. But it was the flower of
it that was the most beautiful.

It was a bout the
size of his hand, deep pink with yellow lines on the inside of each
with five petals that curved around almost in a circle but with
points like a star.

It almost reminded
him about…

His eyes widened.

It reminded him of
the Stewjon dream flower.

Staring at it for a
long moment, Obi-Wan finally focused on Ahsoka, catching her face of
anticipation. “Ahsoka, where did you get this?” He questioned
softly as he realized it was a dream flower.

She smiled shyly.
“I asked master Plo. He and Master Ti helped me get it… I got the
right one? Right?” She asked more nervously.

Taking the pot from
her carefully and sniffing the delicate smell, Obi-Wan gave her a
shaken smile and nodded. “You did, this is a Stewjon dream flower,”
He whispered, running a fingertip along one beautiful pink flower.
“They will become most fragrant at night where their smell sooth
the dreams of those around them. Its nectar is often used to induce
pleasant dreams when distilled but those who can get them just keep
them in their bedroom windows because smell alone will drive away
many a bad dreams.” He felt his throat clog up.

Ahsoka was beaming
at him once more.

Unable to resist,
Obi-Wan carefully set the plant aside and drew the other into a tight
hug. “I don’t know how in galaxy’s name you got your hand on
one of these but thank you Ahsoka.” He whispered into her
hair.

Strong arms came up
around him in return and Ahsoka made a delighted noise as she was
pulled into Obi-Wan’s lap.

It made Obi-Wan
realize how big she was getting, she was bound to be both taller and
bigger than him at this pace and he smiled at the thought, pressing
his face into the side of her monteral as they sat together.

While they sat
there, Obi-Wan caught sight of Anakin leaning against a tree, content
in watching the two of them with his own smile that grew when he
noticed Obi-Wan watching him. He gave a little wave that had Obi-Wan
smiling as he felt Ahsoka slowly draw on his back with her fingertips
as she enjoyed being cuddled, not asking to be released.

Who cared about the
news Mace had delivered to him, who cared that Obi-Wan would soon
have to meet in court because they were ready to confront Palpatine?

When he had both
Ahsoka and Anakin so close, looking over him along with their
troopers and the rest of the temple when they could, how could
Obi-Wan feel anything other than hopeful.

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Peering at the
large pink flower stuck in his face, Obi-Wan blinked to get rid of
the crossing of his eyes because that had made him dizzy and instead
he focused above the flower on Ahsoka instead with a bemused
expression appearing on his face. “What in Force name Ahsoka are
you doing?” He asked in amused confusion as she beamed down at him.

“I got you a
gift!” She said with some delight, wiggling in place.

“And you choose
to give it to me in the garden while I was meditating instead of
waiting until I came to our quarters?” Obi-Wan laughed softly,
amused by the teens enthusiasm.

She shrugged,
beaming back at him as he continued to laugh as Ahsoka had obviously
gotten what she wanted. “Well I figured you would want to see it
but honestly yeah, pretty much.” She flopped down on her ass in
front of him, settling her feet on the grass with her knees up and
her elbows on her knees while holding out the brown terracotta pot
towards him with the same smile on her face.

Smiling wryly,
Obi-Wan examined the plant with interest.

Its stem was almost
branch like in outlook, brown until the top where the flower and
leaves were, the leaves curving into oblong spheres and rather thick
with circular veins and a wax like outside. But it was the flower of
it that was the most beautiful.

It was a bout the
size of his hand, deep pink with yellow lines on the inside of each
with five petals that curved around almost in a circle but with
points like a star.

It almost reminded
him about…

His eyes widened.

It reminded him of
the Stewjon dream flower.

Staring at it for a
long moment, Obi-Wan finally focused on Ahsoka, catching her face of
anticipation. “Ahsoka, where did you get this?” He questioned
softly as he realized it was a dream flower.

She smiled shyly.
“I asked master Plo. He and Master Ti helped me get it… I got the
right one? Right?” She asked more nervously.

Taking the pot from
her carefully and sniffing the delicate smell, Obi-Wan gave her a
shaken smile and nodded. “You did, this is a Stewjon dream flower,”
He whispered, running a fingertip along one beautiful pink flower.
“They will become most fragrant at night where their smell sooth
the dreams of those around them. Its nectar is often used to induce
pleasant dreams when distilled but those who can get them just keep
them in their bedroom windows because smell alone will drive away
many a bad dreams.” He felt his throat clog up.

Ahsoka was beaming
at him once more.

Unable to resist,
Obi-Wan carefully set the plant aside and drew the other into a tight
hug. “I don’t know how in galaxy’s name you got your hand on
one of these but thank you Ahsoka.” He whispered into her
hair.

Strong arms came up
around him in return and Ahsoka made a delighted noise as she was
pulled into Obi-Wan’s lap.

It made Obi-Wan
realize how big she was getting, she was bound to be both taller and
bigger than him at this pace and he smiled at the thought, pressing
his face into the side of her monteral as they sat together.

While they sat
there, Obi-Wan caught sight of Anakin leaning against a tree, content
in watching the two of them with his own smile that grew when he
noticed Obi-Wan watching him. He gave a little wave that had Obi-Wan
smiling as he felt Ahsoka slowly draw on his back with her fingertips
as she enjoyed being cuddled, not asking to be released.

Who cared about the
news Mace had delivered to him, who cared that Obi-Wan would soon
have to meet in court because they were ready to confront Palpatine?

When he had both
Ahsoka and Anakin so close, looking over him along with their
troopers and the rest of the temple when they could, how could
Obi-Wan feel anything other than hopeful.

I love all your stuff, thank you for providing us with such amusement! May I humbly request Obi-Wan with an oral fixation – he’s always sucking on something or biting his nails and everyone is constantly watching his mouth when he talks and getting distracted thinking about other ways he might be skilled at using it….

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He had a lollipop.

It was just a lollipop.

Nothing fancy but it was keeping
Obi-Wan’s mouth occupied, his lips slightly pouting out because of
the invader between his lips that was resting on his tongue.

It was just a damn lollipop for Force
sake, it shouldn’t keep anyone’s attention like this. Just an
innocent lollipop.

But it was in Obi-Wan’s mouth.

And that was the entire problem.

Anakin shifted a bit and leaned against
a console while covering his mouth, trying not to make his staring
obvious.

His former Master had this mouth thing,
an oral obsession.

When he wasn’t talking, he was biting
his nails, chewing gum or sucking
on something.

The
last one was the worst part.

Sucking.

Licking.

Doing
things that was wrecking havoc on Anakin’s imagination.

Sometimes
the imagination was your worst enemy.

When
he had been younger he never really noticed it, just that Obi-Wan
would complain about his nails looking wrecked because he bit at them
or he always had spare gum to share or even lollipops and that had
been all.

Then
he hit fifteen and hormonal and well…

There
was a pop as Obi-Wan pulled the lollipop from his mouth and Anakin
could spot several people jerk to.

He
wasn’t the only one watching.

“Well,
I guess we can call it a
day.” Obi-Wan sighed while waving the lollipop lightly around.
“We’re not going to get anymore done until the Council
comm us back
with more information.” He
settled on, leaning on the display before sticking the thing in his
mouth again and making smacking noises. “Though remind me to thank
Mace for sending me these, these are delicious.” He grinned a bit.

“Master
Mace sent you lollipops?”  Anakin questioned, twitching a bit.

“Mhmm,
said my nails looked wrecked last
council session and sent me a
bag of em.” The redhead looked a bit annoyed. “I did tell him I’m
trying to quit but nooo…at least he’s trying to be helpful.”
Obi-Wan hummed around the treat in his mouth.

‘Right,
that’s why he sent him lollipops…to be helpful…’

Not
to torment everyone else who spent time around Obi-Wan and was
vaugely interested in human males.

Like
Anakin.

Anakin
who spent way to much time around him. ‘I’m married damn it!’
He sulked a bit.

()()()

“What
IS that?” Mace stared at Obi-Wan as the other blinked at him, brows
raised high before he pulled his lips off the straw he had been
sucking on.

“A
milkshake. Anakin gave me it before the meeting since its a warm day.
Said as long as I kept the lid on the cups would keep it in a half
frozen state for a few hours.” The redhead shrugged and re-wrapped
his lips around it.

“I
see…” Mace twitched a bit and tried to focus his eyes away.

At
least Depa, Kit and Shaak were sympathetic to his plight since they
were in the same boat. Everyone else looked mostly amused by Mace
obvious struggle.

Damn
Skywalker and milkshake straws.

And if
he told Obi-Wan to stop it would get even worse because then the
redhead would KNOW.

‘At
least he’s not sucking on the tips of his fingers again, that
meeting was a nightmare and a dream all in one.’ Mace thought
sourly before glancing at Obi-Wan.

Damn
it, he looked way to good with that focused look on his face and
pouting lips around the straw…

The
things he could do with his decidedly skilled mouth no doubt…

I love all your stuff, thank you for providing us with such amusement! May I humbly request Obi-Wan with an oral fixation – he’s always sucking on something or biting his nails and everyone is constantly watching his mouth when he talks and getting distracted thinking about other ways he might be skilled at using it….

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He had a lollipop.

It was just a lollipop.

Nothing fancy but it was keeping
Obi-Wan’s mouth occupied, his lips slightly pouting out because of
the invader between his lips that was resting on his tongue.

It was just a damn lollipop for Force
sake, it shouldn’t keep anyone’s attention like this. Just an
innocent lollipop.

But it was in Obi-Wan’s mouth.

And that was the entire problem.

Anakin shifted a bit and leaned against
a console while covering his mouth, trying not to make his staring
obvious.

His former Master had this mouth thing,
an oral obsession.

When he wasn’t talking, he was biting
his nails, chewing gum or sucking
on something.

The
last one was the worst part.

Sucking.

Licking.

Doing
things that was wrecking havoc on Anakin’s imagination.

Sometimes
the imagination was your worst enemy.

When
he had been younger he never really noticed it, just that Obi-Wan
would complain about his nails looking wrecked because he bit at them
or he always had spare gum to share or even lollipops and that had
been all.

Then
he hit fifteen and hormonal and well…

There
was a pop as Obi-Wan pulled the lollipop from his mouth and Anakin
could spot several people jerk to.

He
wasn’t the only one watching.

“Well,
I guess we can call it a
day.” Obi-Wan sighed while waving the lollipop lightly around.
“We’re not going to get anymore done until the Council
comm us back
with more information.” He
settled on, leaning on the display before sticking the thing in his
mouth again and making smacking noises. “Though remind me to thank
Mace for sending me these, these are delicious.” He grinned a bit.

“Master
Mace sent you lollipops?”  Anakin questioned, twitching a bit.

“Mhmm,
said my nails looked wrecked last
council session and sent me a
bag of em.” The redhead looked a bit annoyed. “I did tell him I’m
trying to quit but nooo…at least he’s trying to be helpful.”
Obi-Wan hummed around the treat in his mouth.

‘Right,
that’s why he sent him lollipops…to be helpful…’

Not
to torment everyone else who spent time around Obi-Wan and was
vaugely interested in human males.

Like
Anakin.

Anakin
who spent way to much time around him. ‘I’m married damn it!’
He sulked a bit.

()()()

“What
IS that?” Mace stared at Obi-Wan as the other blinked at him, brows
raised high before he pulled his lips off the straw he had been
sucking on.

“A
milkshake. Anakin gave me it before the meeting since its a warm day.
Said as long as I kept the lid on the cups would keep it in a half
frozen state for a few hours.” The redhead shrugged and re-wrapped
his lips around it.

“I
see…” Mace twitched a bit and tried to focus his eyes away.

At
least Depa, Kit and Shaak were sympathetic to his plight since they
were in the same boat. Everyone else looked mostly amused by Mace
obvious struggle.

Damn
Skywalker and milkshake straws.

And if
he told Obi-Wan to stop it would get even worse because then the
redhead would KNOW.

‘At
least he’s not sucking on the tips of his fingers again, that
meeting was a nightmare and a dream all in one.’ Mace thought
sourly before glancing at Obi-Wan.

Damn
it, he looked way to good with that focused look on his face and
pouting lips around the straw…

The
things he could do with his decidedly skilled mouth no doubt…

In BHP did Qui and Obi ever have a baby and how they handle it? Was it a girl or a boy or one each? Has Yoda already clamed it for a Padawan? Did Obi-Wan’s Labor make Anakin smart and use protection with Padme? I read the whole thing on AO3 and now I NEED to know Please!

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“I’m…going to shove you off a
cliff Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan hissed then groaned. “No I won’t. I’m
sorry I said that, I asked for this.” He whimpered and clung to the
hand as the contractions hit.

“I know, I know love, its just the
pain talking.” Qui-Gon murmured, gently rubbing the moist cloth
over the others forehead with his free hand. “Are you sure you
don’t want an epidural?” He questioned again as the apprentice
healer was moving around and making sure Obi-Wan was alright until he
was ready to push.

“I kind of want to be aware when our
baby comes to the world.” The omega grunted before shuddering
heavily. “But at this point I’m starting to wonder.”

“Its just a quick pinch, you know
that.” Qui-Gon cooed and leaned in to kiss the other on the sweaty
forehead. “The healers would set it and then you could try to
relax.”

“And the side effects?” Obi-Wan
leaned into the touch, hissing a bit when the blanket over his lap
was lifted to check on his dilatation.

“Potential side effects are fever,
longer delivery, muscular weakness after birth and low blood
pressure.” The apprentice offered, giving them both a small smile.
“It used to be more honestly but improved medical aid and drugs has
eased some of it. Not to mention the delivery method now compared to
then makes it a quick pinch instead of the involved process it used
to be.”

“And advantages?” Obi-Wan panted.

“Well eased pain for sure.” She
offered. “You’re less likely to hyperventilate which increases
the oxygen flow for the baby and because you’re not as distressed,
the baby’s distress lowers too.”

“Its up to you love.” Qui-Gon
murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the hand holding his.

Obi-Wan hesitate until the next
contraction came.

“Give me the damn epidural!” He
cried out, close to tears.

Outside the room Anakin winced and
looked at an equally horrified looking Padme on the holo from R2.
“…We’re using protection.” She declared. “EVERY time, you
hear me Anakin.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled meekly. Not
that he felt prepared for a baby just yet as it was.

()()()

“You did so well Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon
whispered, rumbling quietly while nuzzling his sweaty and flushed
mate, the other panting sharply as he rested against the pillows of
the bed. “So well, you did so GOOD.” He kissed him gently all
over the face, small butterfly kisses.

Dazed green looked back at him and the
Jedi stroked his cheek tenderly. “You can rest mate. You deserve
sleep and I’ll look after our little one while you rests.”

“She’s…sleeping.” Obi-Wan
rasped and Qui-Gon chuckled. “Won’t make…a fuss.”

“So she’s safe and you can rest.
Its okay.” He continued caressing gently, smiling at how Obi-Wan
leaned into his touch.

“…You’re braiding my hair…when
I wake up.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest, needing it.

Chucking quietly, Qui-Gon nodded as he
continued slowly stroking the flushed cheek. And then he looked to
the basin that contained his daughter, grinning as she just continued
breathing, being one of the most miraculous things Qui-Gon had ever
seen.

“I see congratulations are in order.”
The long haired master looked up at the voice and beamed.

“Mace, come in, please. Obi-Wan is
sleeping.”

“He feels exhausted.” The Korun
stepped in after the invite.

“He is, he’s asleep now though but
the labor lasted for hours. Meet my daughter Mace.” He beamed up at
the dark skinned man, gesturing to the basin.

“She looks healthy. What’s her
name?”

“Well, so far me and Obi-Wan were
still trying to decide, Si-Nara or something like Aria.” Qui-Gon
couldn’t stop smiling as Mace peered into the little bed, the Korun
chuckling at the little bundle.

“You know Yoda’s already claimed
her for a future padawan?”

“The old man will have to wait until
she’s older. And who’s to say he’s going to want her in the
future.” Qui-Gon grinned.

“You’re right, might be a small
fight. I wouldn’t mind training her either.” Mace reached out and
stroked her soft belly gently, making a soft noise when she moved
underneath his touch. “…Qui-Gon, I’m training her.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. She’s going to be a wonderful
padawan.”

The blue eyed master blinked then
tilted his head. “What did you see?”

“A devastatingly smart padawan with a
kind heart. Who’s going to kick Skywalker’s ass often.” Mace
smirked.

“So…skilled duelist then.”

“Mhmm.” Mace continued stroking the
little soft chubby cheeks.

In BHP did Qui and Obi ever have a baby and how they handle it? Was it a girl or a boy or one each? Has Yoda already clamed it for a Padawan? Did Obi-Wan’s Labor make Anakin smart and use protection with Padme? I read the whole thing on AO3 and now I NEED to know Please!

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“I’m…going to shove you off a
cliff Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan hissed then groaned. “No I won’t. I’m
sorry I said that, I asked for this.” He whimpered and clung to the
hand as the contractions hit.

“I know, I know love, its just the
pain talking.” Qui-Gon murmured, gently rubbing the moist cloth
over the others forehead with his free hand. “Are you sure you
don’t want an epidural?” He questioned again as the apprentice
healer was moving around and making sure Obi-Wan was alright until he
was ready to push.

“I kind of want to be aware when our
baby comes to the world.” The omega grunted before shuddering
heavily. “But at this point I’m starting to wonder.”

“Its just a quick pinch, you know
that.” Qui-Gon cooed and leaned in to kiss the other on the sweaty
forehead. “The healers would set it and then you could try to
relax.”

“And the side effects?” Obi-Wan
leaned into the touch, hissing a bit when the blanket over his lap
was lifted to check on his dilatation.

“Potential side effects are fever,
longer delivery, muscular weakness after birth and low blood
pressure.” The apprentice offered, giving them both a small smile.
“It used to be more honestly but improved medical aid and drugs has
eased some of it. Not to mention the delivery method now compared to
then makes it a quick pinch instead of the involved process it used
to be.”

“And advantages?” Obi-Wan panted.

“Well eased pain for sure.” She
offered. “You’re less likely to hyperventilate which increases
the oxygen flow for the baby and because you’re not as distressed,
the baby’s distress lowers too.”

“Its up to you love.” Qui-Gon
murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the hand holding his.

Obi-Wan hesitate until the next
contraction came.

“Give me the damn epidural!” He
cried out, close to tears.

Outside the room Anakin winced and
looked at an equally horrified looking Padme on the holo from R2.
“…We’re using protection.” She declared. “EVERY time, you
hear me Anakin.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled meekly. Not
that he felt prepared for a baby just yet as it was.

()()()

“You did so well Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon
whispered, rumbling quietly while nuzzling his sweaty and flushed
mate, the other panting sharply as he rested against the pillows of
the bed. “So well, you did so GOOD.” He kissed him gently all
over the face, small butterfly kisses.

Dazed green looked back at him and the
Jedi stroked his cheek tenderly. “You can rest mate. You deserve
sleep and I’ll look after our little one while you rests.”

“She’s…sleeping.” Obi-Wan
rasped and Qui-Gon chuckled. “Won’t make…a fuss.”

“So she’s safe and you can rest.
Its okay.” He continued caressing gently, smiling at how Obi-Wan
leaned into his touch.

“…You’re braiding my hair…when
I wake up.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest, needing it.

Chucking quietly, Qui-Gon nodded as he
continued slowly stroking the flushed cheek. And then he looked to
the basin that contained his daughter, grinning as she just continued
breathing, being one of the most miraculous things Qui-Gon had ever
seen.

“I see congratulations are in order.”
The long haired master looked up at the voice and beamed.

“Mace, come in, please. Obi-Wan is
sleeping.”

“He feels exhausted.” The Korun
stepped in after the invite.

“He is, he’s asleep now though but
the labor lasted for hours. Meet my daughter Mace.” He beamed up at
the dark skinned man, gesturing to the basin.

“She looks healthy. What’s her
name?”

“Well, so far me and Obi-Wan were
still trying to decide, Si-Nara or something like Aria.” Qui-Gon
couldn’t stop smiling as Mace peered into the little bed, the Korun
chuckling at the little bundle.

“You know Yoda’s already claimed
her for a future padawan?”

“The old man will have to wait until
she’s older. And who’s to say he’s going to want her in the
future.” Qui-Gon grinned.

“You’re right, might be a small
fight. I wouldn’t mind training her either.” Mace reached out and
stroked her soft belly gently, making a soft noise when she moved
underneath his touch. “…Qui-Gon, I’m training her.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. She’s going to be a wonderful
padawan.”

The blue eyed master blinked then
tilted his head. “What did you see?”

“A devastatingly smart padawan with a
kind heart. Who’s going to kick Skywalker’s ass often.” Mace
smirked.

“So…skilled duelist then.”

“Mhmm.” Mace continued stroking the
little soft chubby cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once again there was no reaction.

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

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

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

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

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

Appo gave a salute then marched away.

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

()()()

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

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

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

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

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

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

()()()

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

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

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

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

When Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once again there was no reaction.

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

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

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

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

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

Appo gave a salute then marched away.

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

()()()

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

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

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

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

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

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

()()()

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

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

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

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

When Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

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

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