Obikin/Jinnobi ll Obi-wan Kenobi’s Baby (Trailer) I’m sharing this one again cause I can and it makes me giggle XD
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There are times Ani wishes he was felinoid just so he could do the things with his mate that felinoid couples do. He confesses the desire to his mate.
Watching the other
quietly as Obi-Wan sat framed in the sun in the windowsill with his
back to the wall, his legs pulled up and the pad resting against his
legs, Anakin let his eyes fall until it landed on the others fluffy
tail as it curled neatly as the other read steadily from his pad, the
latest novel he had downloaded to fill his time.
Occasionally the
tail would flicker slightly beneath the windowsill as Obi-Wan ears
twitched up top in interest.
“You’re
staring.”
Anakin broke from
his internal musing to look up, catching Obi-Wan’s eyes and the
senator smiled sheepishly, standing from his desk to walk over to his
lover instead, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “Sorry, I
was just thinking.” He murmured out while passing his fingers over
those soft furred ears.
Purring softly,
Obi-Wan nosed at his hand before tilting his head. “I don’t mind
you watching me but what about? You looked very thoughtful I have to
admit and its got me curious.” Obi-Wan grinned at him with his
sharper teeth and Anakin hummed, settling on the edge of the
windowsill with his mate.
Gently he captured
the others tail and brought it to his lap, stroking the fur slowly
and smoothing it out with care.
An inquisitive
little chirr escaped Obi-Wan at that and Anakin grinned a bit at the
little noises Obi-Wan made for him.
“I was just
looking at your tail,” Anakin confessed, feeling the muscles and
bone through the sleek fur, dominated in red and soft blond that was
easily hidden. “I know felinoides, I saw many on Tatooine while I
was still just a little boy under a slave master who had no will of
my own and I remember how mated felinoides would wrap their tails
together. I guess I’m just a bit envious that I don’t have a tail
for you to wrap with.” He finally said as the tail twitched in his
grasp.
He wasn’t about
to say how many slave masters half cut the tail to curb that
instinct, remembering many felinoides with only half tails that would
twitch in instinctive reaction and need that they could no longer do.
The tail shifted,
wrapping a bit around Anakin’s arm instead as he looked up to meet
Obi-Wan’s warm eyes, the sun glowing on his face in this position
and lighting his hair and fur to fire.
‘Beautiful.”
Anakin’s breath hitched.
“I don’t need a
tail to wrap with when I have you Ani, my sweet Ani.” Obi-Wan
laughed quietly, the pad dropping out of his lap as he shifted
forward onto his knees instead and reached out, wrapping his arms
around Anakin’s neck instead as he pressed little kisses all over
his face. “After all, I have you, right here, warm and beautiful my
Ani.” He grinned happily.
Chuckling a bit at
that, Anakin wrapped his arms around the other and pulled him in
closer, standing. “I think that’s enough work for the day, how
about we go out and have a nice dinner?” Anakin said, holding
Obi-Wan bridal style.
“Will there be
sushi?” Obi-Wan asked hopefully before his face did a little
motion. “Or maybe not sushi… something not raw I think.” He
mused before licking Anakin’s cheek.
A bit bemused but
nodding, Anakin headed for the door as Obi-Wan purred loud enough to
outmatch a motor. “I don’t see why not. How about a steakhouse?
They opened a Naboo styled one not long ago.”
He got a delighted
squirm for that and the tail tightening as much as it was able to on
his wrist, signaling Obi-Wan’s acceptance as Anakin called out to
the guards to make plans for leaving.
It was nice with
days off early even for senators.
There are times Ani wishes he was felinoid just so he could do the things with his mate that felinoid couples do. He confesses the desire to his mate.
Watching the other
quietly as Obi-Wan sat framed in the sun in the windowsill with his
back to the wall, his legs pulled up and the pad resting against his
legs, Anakin let his eyes fall until it landed on the others fluffy
tail as it curled neatly as the other read steadily from his pad, the
latest novel he had downloaded to fill his time.
Occasionally the
tail would flicker slightly beneath the windowsill as Obi-Wan ears
twitched up top in interest.
“You’re
staring.”
Anakin broke from
his internal musing to look up, catching Obi-Wan’s eyes and the
senator smiled sheepishly, standing from his desk to walk over to his
lover instead, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “Sorry, I
was just thinking.” He murmured out while passing his fingers over
those soft furred ears.
Purring softly,
Obi-Wan nosed at his hand before tilting his head. “I don’t mind
you watching me but what about? You looked very thoughtful I have to
admit and its got me curious.” Obi-Wan grinned at him with his
sharper teeth and Anakin hummed, settling on the edge of the
windowsill with his mate.
Gently he captured
the others tail and brought it to his lap, stroking the fur slowly
and smoothing it out with care.
An inquisitive
little chirr escaped Obi-Wan at that and Anakin grinned a bit at the
little noises Obi-Wan made for him.
“I was just
looking at your tail,” Anakin confessed, feeling the muscles and
bone through the sleek fur, dominated in red and soft blond that was
easily hidden. “I know felinoides, I saw many on Tatooine while I
was still just a little boy under a slave master who had no will of
my own and I remember how mated felinoides would wrap their tails
together. I guess I’m just a bit envious that I don’t have a tail
for you to wrap with.” He finally said as the tail twitched in his
grasp.
He wasn’t about
to say how many slave masters half cut the tail to curb that
instinct, remembering many felinoides with only half tails that would
twitch in instinctive reaction and need that they could no longer do.
The tail shifted,
wrapping a bit around Anakin’s arm instead as he looked up to meet
Obi-Wan’s warm eyes, the sun glowing on his face in this position
and lighting his hair and fur to fire.
‘Beautiful.”
Anakin’s breath hitched.
“I don’t need a
tail to wrap with when I have you Ani, my sweet Ani.” Obi-Wan
laughed quietly, the pad dropping out of his lap as he shifted
forward onto his knees instead and reached out, wrapping his arms
around Anakin’s neck instead as he pressed little kisses all over
his face. “After all, I have you, right here, warm and beautiful my
Ani.” He grinned happily.
Chuckling a bit at
that, Anakin wrapped his arms around the other and pulled him in
closer, standing. “I think that’s enough work for the day, how
about we go out and have a nice dinner?” Anakin said, holding
Obi-Wan bridal style.
“Will there be
sushi?” Obi-Wan asked hopefully before his face did a little
motion. “Or maybe not sushi… something not raw I think.” He
mused before licking Anakin’s cheek.
A bit bemused but
nodding, Anakin headed for the door as Obi-Wan purred loud enough to
outmatch a motor. “I don’t see why not. How about a steakhouse?
They opened a Naboo styled one not long ago.”
He got a delighted
squirm for that and the tail tightening as much as it was able to on
his wrist, signaling Obi-Wan’s acceptance as Anakin called out to
the guards to make plans for leaving.
It was nice with
days off early even for senators.
Hello again Moddy. Could we have a bit of a flashback in #Benefitofsweet to when Obi was a baby Padawan and just getting his eyes opened to all that is really going on in the order?
Breathing heavily
with the flickering flames warming his already fevered skin as sweat
rolled down every millimeter of his face, Obi-Wan wondered how the
hell getting sick could make you this miserable.
He was both
overheating and cold at the same time and every time he tried to move
he felt like he was about to throw up as he shivered against the
rocky cave floor.
At least he had his
master even if he wasn’t sure what to think about the alpha at the
moment.
The reason for
that?
The man’s yellow
eyes, which had turned so as Qui-Gon had been protecting his padawan.
But the hand
stroking Obi-Wan’s hair as his head rested in the others lap was
gentle and soothing as could be despite their mission having gone
utterly wrong and Obi-Wan ending up sick because of the chemicals
released into the air.
It had forced them
to take shelter in the best place they could, a nearby cave to the
blown up chemical plant where Qui-Gon had done everything as Obi-Wan
collapsed in illness.
“Its alright
little one, no one is going to hurt you.” Qui-Gon crooned quietly
down at him, that large hand moving down his spine slowly in a
soothing touch.
Letting out a soft
whimpering noise, Obi-Wan shifted and crawled fully into the large
lap, coiling up in fetal position in an attempt to make himself feel
better, both about his illness and his mental state. “…Why?” He
questioned shakily.
A thoughtful rumble
filled the cave, Qui-Gon still stroking his back tenderly. “Because
the Jedi order is decaying, just look at its treatment of you,
gentle, successful you who would have become a great Jedi if only a
master took you on… and yet you were bullied and thrown out before
your time. No, there needs to be changes and my master and I know
they can not happen within.”
A quiet noise
escaped Obi-Wan at that, shaking even harder and Qui-Gon let out a
worried rumble, shifting Obi-Wan until he was sitting up in the
alphas lap where he wrapped his robe around Obi-Wan’s small form.
“You should have
been protected, instead you were systematically abused by the very
foundation of the Order and I know where the blame is.” Qui-Gon
sighed tiredly.
“…Where?”
Obi-Wan questioned, head resting on the others collarbone where he
could hear the steady beat of a strong heart.
“Yoda,” Qui-Gon
rubbed gently at Obi-Wan’s nape. “He has kept everything in a
state of status qou since he became the Grandmaster, his word is law
even in the Council and not many dares to argue with him. He has made
the Order decay as he does not understand the changing of the galaxy
or thinks that not everyone should have certain information about the
foundation of the Order.” He settled his hand warmly on Obi-Wan’s
nape and the padawan could feel the light touch of healing Force flow
to abate some of Obi-Wan’s symptoms.
It was a temporary
thing but Qui-Gon kept at it once every hour to aid him.
“Oh…” Obi-Wan
whimpered.
“But I don’t
think you’re ready to hear that right now little one. Sleep, you
are much too tired and much to ill to face this news.” Qui-Gon
tucked him in closer to his chest, rocking gently.
Nosing at the mans
collarbone, Obi-Wan snuffled and nodded, too tired to argue and to
sick to really comprehend.
Maybe it would all
make sense tomorrow… maybe it would tomorrow.
()()()
It had, Qui-Gon had
given an explanation that made sense even if it took Obi-Wan a long
time to accept it.
Even so his loyalty
to his master won out over the council and he kept the secret even as
he struggled to understand and accept and as he stood in front of the
council as Qui-Gon reported to them, Obi-Wan wondered if Yoda’s
death would finally allow a little bit of revolution.
‘And maybe
finally allow Qui-Gon to claim me and mark me.’ The omega glanced
to his master, his heart beating ever so much faster in response.
Hello again Moddy. Could we have a bit of a flashback in #Benefitofsweet to when Obi was a baby Padawan and just getting his eyes opened to all that is really going on in the order?
Breathing heavily
with the flickering flames warming his already fevered skin as sweat
rolled down every millimeter of his face, Obi-Wan wondered how the
hell getting sick could make you this miserable.
He was both
overheating and cold at the same time and every time he tried to move
he felt like he was about to throw up as he shivered against the
rocky cave floor.
At least he had his
master even if he wasn’t sure what to think about the alpha at the
moment.
The reason for
that?
The man’s yellow
eyes, which had turned so as Qui-Gon had been protecting his padawan.
But the hand
stroking Obi-Wan’s hair as his head rested in the others lap was
gentle and soothing as could be despite their mission having gone
utterly wrong and Obi-Wan ending up sick because of the chemicals
released into the air.
It had forced them
to take shelter in the best place they could, a nearby cave to the
blown up chemical plant where Qui-Gon had done everything as Obi-Wan
collapsed in illness.
“Its alright
little one, no one is going to hurt you.” Qui-Gon crooned quietly
down at him, that large hand moving down his spine slowly in a
soothing touch.
Letting out a soft
whimpering noise, Obi-Wan shifted and crawled fully into the large
lap, coiling up in fetal position in an attempt to make himself feel
better, both about his illness and his mental state. “…Why?” He
questioned shakily.
A thoughtful rumble
filled the cave, Qui-Gon still stroking his back tenderly. “Because
the Jedi order is decaying, just look at its treatment of you,
gentle, successful you who would have become a great Jedi if only a
master took you on… and yet you were bullied and thrown out before
your time. No, there needs to be changes and my master and I know
they can not happen within.”
A quiet noise
escaped Obi-Wan at that, shaking even harder and Qui-Gon let out a
worried rumble, shifting Obi-Wan until he was sitting up in the
alphas lap where he wrapped his robe around Obi-Wan’s small form.
“You should have
been protected, instead you were systematically abused by the very
foundation of the Order and I know where the blame is.” Qui-Gon
sighed tiredly.
“…Where?”
Obi-Wan questioned, head resting on the others collarbone where he
could hear the steady beat of a strong heart.
“Yoda,” Qui-Gon
rubbed gently at Obi-Wan’s nape. “He has kept everything in a
state of status qou since he became the Grandmaster, his word is law
even in the Council and not many dares to argue with him. He has made
the Order decay as he does not understand the changing of the galaxy
or thinks that not everyone should have certain information about the
foundation of the Order.” He settled his hand warmly on Obi-Wan’s
nape and the padawan could feel the light touch of healing Force flow
to abate some of Obi-Wan’s symptoms.
It was a temporary
thing but Qui-Gon kept at it once every hour to aid him.
“Oh…” Obi-Wan
whimpered.
“But I don’t
think you’re ready to hear that right now little one. Sleep, you
are much too tired and much to ill to face this news.” Qui-Gon
tucked him in closer to his chest, rocking gently.
Nosing at the mans
collarbone, Obi-Wan snuffled and nodded, too tired to argue and to
sick to really comprehend.
Maybe it would all
make sense tomorrow… maybe it would tomorrow.
()()()
It had, Qui-Gon had
given an explanation that made sense even if it took Obi-Wan a long
time to accept it.
Even so his loyalty
to his master won out over the council and he kept the secret even as
he struggled to understand and accept and as he stood in front of the
council as Qui-Gon reported to them, Obi-Wan wondered if Yoda’s
death would finally allow a little bit of revolution.
‘And maybe
finally allow Qui-Gon to claim me and mark me.’ The omega glanced
to his master, his heart beating ever so much faster in response.
So in Carrying Hope. Obi-Wan decides to tell Zett. Zett already knows. Zett’s master (you keep calling him Padawan so I assume he has a master) is in the small camp of Jedi that believe parents shouldn’t be separated and Jedi should be allowed to raise their children so they told Zett who his father was.
When Master Mierme
had taken him on, it had taken Zett about a month to get really
comfortable with the other human but he had eventually gotten
comfortable with him as the man helped him through various practices
and homework that the temple teachers gave him.
However the day had
come when the beta had made two big cups of coca and settled Zett on
the couch, quietly telling him that Mierme knew exactly who the
others parents were even if one of them wasn’t listed and that if
Zett wanted to know, Mierme would tell him.
Zett had almost
dropped the karking cup while staring at his master in shock before
asking quietly for more information.
His bearer was
Obi-Wan Kenobi and his father was suspected, since officially he
wasn’t listed, to be Qui-Gon Jinn.
Two legends of the
order as his parents.
And suddenly clues
clicked in Zett’s head, the way Ken-Obi-Wan… dad? Had often
showed up in the salle or during competitions, standing near Zett.
He had felt eyes on
him and had occasionally caught those green eyes lingering on him
but…
He had wondered if
the other had wanted a padawan.
Force, it had made
so much more sense.
Zett knew the
practice for Jedi who carried young.
You left the order
or you gave up your child, Mierme didn’t agree with that, had told
Zett that outright while sipping his coca and had therefor felt that
Zett deserved to know who his parents were.
‘Well, on the
Jinn one we’re all guessing since Kenobi never told anyone who the
other parent was but we all figured those two were closer than
Masters and padawans should be even when the padawan in question was
twenty five.’ Mierme had told Zett in a wry tone.
After that…
Well, Zett started
paying attention back.
Watched how Obi-Wan
watched him.
And he had seen
pride and longing and awe.
He hadn’t wanted
to give Zett away clearly. But Zett wasn’t stupid either, he could
put two and two together and get four.
Zett’s age
corresponded with conception being right before the death of Qui-Gon
Jinn.
He couldn’t
imagine the position that had placed his dad in, raised in a strict
order like the Jedi order where he had the option of leaving or
giving up the child as his only options, alone, pregnant and most
likely grieving his potential mate as he discovered he was pregnant.
Zett wasn’t sure what he would do himself but he may honestly have
done the same as his dad.
Stayed in the order
where at least he knew he would get medical help, feed, room, safety
and his child would be born into safety too.
And occasionally
getting to see his child too.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
obviously had gone out of his way to see the younglings.
To see Zett.
He’d come to see
Zett at the risk of the council finding out he was there only to see
his baby boy being awesome and doing crazy Jedi stuff.
Because Zett had
very faint memories of his own dad coming to the creche now and then
with his then padawan Anakin Skywalker to do creche duty and he would
always pick up Zett when things were happening.
His dad loved him
even if he gave him up and Zett loved him just as much.
But should he tell
him?
He would be
spending time with the man now, he would be getting lessons from him
and he knew that Mierme would approve if he did…
Did Zett dare tell
him though…?
So in Carrying Hope. Obi-Wan decides to tell Zett. Zett already knows. Zett’s master (you keep calling him Padawan so I assume he has a master) is in the small camp of Jedi that believe parents shouldn’t be separated and Jedi should be allowed to raise their children so they told Zett who his father was.
When Master Mierme
had taken him on, it had taken Zett about a month to get really
comfortable with the other human but he had eventually gotten
comfortable with him as the man helped him through various practices
and homework that the temple teachers gave him.
However the day had
come when the beta had made two big cups of coca and settled Zett on
the couch, quietly telling him that Mierme knew exactly who the
others parents were even if one of them wasn’t listed and that if
Zett wanted to know, Mierme would tell him.
Zett had almost
dropped the karking cup while staring at his master in shock before
asking quietly for more information.
His bearer was
Obi-Wan Kenobi and his father was suspected, since officially he
wasn’t listed, to be Qui-Gon Jinn.
Two legends of the
order as his parents.
And suddenly clues
clicked in Zett’s head, the way Ken-Obi-Wan… dad? Had often
showed up in the salle or during competitions, standing near Zett.
He had felt eyes on
him and had occasionally caught those green eyes lingering on him
but…
He had wondered if
the other had wanted a padawan.
Force, it had made
so much more sense.
Zett knew the
practice for Jedi who carried young.
You left the order
or you gave up your child, Mierme didn’t agree with that, had told
Zett that outright while sipping his coca and had therefor felt that
Zett deserved to know who his parents were.
‘Well, on the
Jinn one we’re all guessing since Kenobi never told anyone who the
other parent was but we all figured those two were closer than
Masters and padawans should be even when the padawan in question was
twenty five.’ Mierme had told Zett in a wry tone.
After that…
Well, Zett started
paying attention back.
Watched how Obi-Wan
watched him.
And he had seen
pride and longing and awe.
He hadn’t wanted
to give Zett away clearly. But Zett wasn’t stupid either, he could
put two and two together and get four.
Zett’s age
corresponded with conception being right before the death of Qui-Gon
Jinn.
He couldn’t
imagine the position that had placed his dad in, raised in a strict
order like the Jedi order where he had the option of leaving or
giving up the child as his only options, alone, pregnant and most
likely grieving his potential mate as he discovered he was pregnant.
Zett wasn’t sure what he would do himself but he may honestly have
done the same as his dad.
Stayed in the order
where at least he knew he would get medical help, feed, room, safety
and his child would be born into safety too.
And occasionally
getting to see his child too.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
obviously had gone out of his way to see the younglings.
To see Zett.
He’d come to see
Zett at the risk of the council finding out he was there only to see
his baby boy being awesome and doing crazy Jedi stuff.
Because Zett had
very faint memories of his own dad coming to the creche now and then
with his then padawan Anakin Skywalker to do creche duty and he would
always pick up Zett when things were happening.
His dad loved him
even if he gave him up and Zett loved him just as much.
But should he tell
him?
He would be
spending time with the man now, he would be getting lessons from him
and he knew that Mierme would approve if he did…
Did Zett dare tell
him though…?
Cat cuddles- The opposing senators try to make Anakin abandon his companion.
Grooming his ears
slowly, Obi-Wan watched through narrowed eyes as the other senators
spoke with Anakin as if Obi-Wan couldn’t understand them.
So far all of them
were trying to take Anakin out of having Obi-Wan and the man was
steadily turning redder and redder in outrage as he glared at them
all from behind his desk. So far the words pet, undignified and even
bestiality had been thrown around as Obi-Wan sat on the couch
watching them quietly and observing them all.
Sensing that Anakin
was on the end of his ropes, Obi-Wan stood smoothly and slinked
towards them, gliding around the desk with ease so he could wrap his
arms around the others shoulders and purr soothingly at him while his
tail lashed with his own anger. “Easy there mate, let the idiots
talk, its clear they have never meet a felinoide in their life or
they’d know better.” He murmured without bothering to lover his
voice.
Then he raised his
eyes and stared at each one of the Senators, flashing them his fangs.
“And by the way, five of you want to fuck me as it is, I can tell
by the way your pheromones are changing so if you honestly think its
bestiality for my Ani to have me, then you might want to look closer
at your self because projecting your own shame onto him is not
moral.” He said calmly.
Oh well that was a
lot of red faces now but at least Anakin was amused and calmer, he
wouldn’t be yelling anytime soon.
Rubbing his nose to
the others temple, Obi-Wan smiled at him. “You said it yourself
mate, your people won’t care. They know what I am and how my kind
work. Don’t let these… senators rile you up, they aren’t worth
the air you breath.” He assured softly.
The insult was
implied but not stated outright and outrage layered the room thickly
even as Anakin gently stroked Obi-Wan’s hand in assurance with a
soft smile up at him. “Well, you got a point there if they can’t
see your worth.” He said calmly before turning his eyes on them and
standing slowly, Obi-Wan letting his hands fall as he straightened
with his tail wrapping around Anakin’s leg.
For a moment he
wished the other had a tail he could lace together with but quickly
pushed that idea away, he loved his mate as the other was.
“Gentlemen,
you’ve made your stands clear, now get the hell out of my office if
you really think that I would give up my partner so easily just
because you personally threaten me with withdrawing your support.”
Anakin growled at them, narrowing his eyes. “And believe me, I will
be exposing you all for your attempted blackmail of me should you
actually do it, especially you Clovis.” He focused on the man in
question. “Amidala and I are close friends, she approves of Obi-Wan
very much,” He drew himself as tall as he could while looking down
his nose at them. “Now leave and never darken my doorstep with your
ugly personalities ever again.” He pushed a button, the door
opening.
With the door open
none of them dared to repeat them selves in case someone heard them
and it got out to the press as all of them wished to keep their
positions without the Coruscant tabloids getting involved but all of
them sported ugly expressions as they made their way out.
“…They’re
going to be problems in the future, aren’t they?” Obi-Wan
questioned softly, hand cupping his stomach subconsciously in a
protective move of what he thought was going on with his body.
“They are,”
Anakin agreed heavily. “Out of them only Clovis and Thickens worry
me really,” He sat down heavily before pulling his redhead into his
lap to snuggle gently. “But we’ll handle it, I promise, you and
me.” He swore.
“You and me.”
Obi-Wan swore with him, pressing a tender kiss to the others lips
while pressing his hand to his stomach. ‘And this one.’
Cat cuddles- The opposing senators try to make Anakin abandon his companion.
Grooming his ears
slowly, Obi-Wan watched through narrowed eyes as the other senators
spoke with Anakin as if Obi-Wan couldn’t understand them.
So far all of them
were trying to take Anakin out of having Obi-Wan and the man was
steadily turning redder and redder in outrage as he glared at them
all from behind his desk. So far the words pet, undignified and even
bestiality had been thrown around as Obi-Wan sat on the couch
watching them quietly and observing them all.
Sensing that Anakin
was on the end of his ropes, Obi-Wan stood smoothly and slinked
towards them, gliding around the desk with ease so he could wrap his
arms around the others shoulders and purr soothingly at him while his
tail lashed with his own anger. “Easy there mate, let the idiots
talk, its clear they have never meet a felinoide in their life or
they’d know better.” He murmured without bothering to lover his
voice.
Then he raised his
eyes and stared at each one of the Senators, flashing them his fangs.
“And by the way, five of you want to fuck me as it is, I can tell
by the way your pheromones are changing so if you honestly think its
bestiality for my Ani to have me, then you might want to look closer
at your self because projecting your own shame onto him is not
moral.” He said calmly.
Oh well that was a
lot of red faces now but at least Anakin was amused and calmer, he
wouldn’t be yelling anytime soon.
Rubbing his nose to
the others temple, Obi-Wan smiled at him. “You said it yourself
mate, your people won’t care. They know what I am and how my kind
work. Don’t let these… senators rile you up, they aren’t worth
the air you breath.” He assured softly.
The insult was
implied but not stated outright and outrage layered the room thickly
even as Anakin gently stroked Obi-Wan’s hand in assurance with a
soft smile up at him. “Well, you got a point there if they can’t
see your worth.” He said calmly before turning his eyes on them and
standing slowly, Obi-Wan letting his hands fall as he straightened
with his tail wrapping around Anakin’s leg.
For a moment he
wished the other had a tail he could lace together with but quickly
pushed that idea away, he loved his mate as the other was.
“Gentlemen,
you’ve made your stands clear, now get the hell out of my office if
you really think that I would give up my partner so easily just
because you personally threaten me with withdrawing your support.”
Anakin growled at them, narrowing his eyes. “And believe me, I will
be exposing you all for your attempted blackmail of me should you
actually do it, especially you Clovis.” He focused on the man in
question. “Amidala and I are close friends, she approves of Obi-Wan
very much,” He drew himself as tall as he could while looking down
his nose at them. “Now leave and never darken my doorstep with your
ugly personalities ever again.” He pushed a button, the door
opening.
With the door open
none of them dared to repeat them selves in case someone heard them
and it got out to the press as all of them wished to keep their
positions without the Coruscant tabloids getting involved but all of
them sported ugly expressions as they made their way out.
“…They’re
going to be problems in the future, aren’t they?” Obi-Wan
questioned softly, hand cupping his stomach subconsciously in a
protective move of what he thought was going on with his body.
“They are,”
Anakin agreed heavily. “Out of them only Clovis and Thickens worry
me really,” He sat down heavily before pulling his redhead into his
lap to snuggle gently. “But we’ll handle it, I promise, you and
me.” He swore.
“You and me.”
Obi-Wan swore with him, pressing a tender kiss to the others lips
while pressing his hand to his stomach. ‘And this one.’
For #Royalprotector: Is the noble who wants to control Prince Anakin perhaps Creepy old Palpatine? Ventress getting captured and figuring out that she is on her own and gives up her employer.
“Where did you
pick her up?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, Poppy attached to his chest
and Ahsoka by his side as he stared at the hooded woman in front of
them.
“Lower dock side,
near the whaling district actually. She thought she’d lost us but
we know this city better than anyone thanks to you my lord.” The
modulated voice said quietly and Obi-Wan took notice of Ahsoka
twitching in discomfort.
Well, she was only
there as a cover anyhow as much as he dispised using her that way.
But Anakin and
Qui-Gon would never allow him to walk around alone right now and he
needed to deal with his sparrow network.
Especially with the
threat to the family.
So he ignored her
and reached out, clapping the other on the shoulder. “Good work
Jay, tell Corvus and Heron to grab an extra slip from the jar.”
Obi-Wan pretended not to hear the excited whisper behind them as he
continued forward to the cells.
Ahsoka followed
tightly on his trail.
For a minute
neither said anything.
And then…
“So you got a spy
network?” She finally whispered.
“Its one of the
consorts duties. But Qui-Gon has not had a partner for a very long
time and someone had to run it since Qui-Gon and Anakin did not have
the mind for subterfuge,” He glanced at her. “I sought out the
remains of Queen Shmi’s old network and those who were still
working here I hired into my service to keep it all going. I’ve
averted many a threat against the Emperor this way… now that I’m
no longer Lord Protector but the actual prince consort, I run it as
should be while you take my position once you are ready.” He
smiled.
Frowning a bit,
Ahsoka nodded slowly and glanced back where the birds had now
disappeared. “…Are they all named after birds?”
Sniggering a bit,
Obi-Wan nodded. “They’re my birds. My sparrows to be precise,
makes it easier to talk about them with each having a code name. You
just met Jay, she leads them and the one I interact the most with as
she has an easier access to me. But the rest are scattered around.
All over, in the village, the taverns, the army and the castle
itself… not all of them are sparrows but report to a sparrow.” He
shrugged and stopped at the correct cell. “…Wait outside here,”
He softened when he saw Ahsoka’s hesitation. “She can’t harm
me, she’s chained up.” Obi-Wan assured before unlocking the cell
and stepping in.
Sitting on the
single chair in it, his would be killer sat glaring at him, both
cuffed and tied to the chair.
Well, seems his
sparrows weren’t taking any chances.
Obi-Wan didn’t
take an affront, he was still recovering from birth.
Taking in the pale
woman with her short hair, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “So,
cutting the crap, I’m a fan of mercy depending on what you tell me
in return,” He took another step into the cell, closer to the
woman. “I don’t need to know why you did what you did, I don’t
need to know what you were promised or how you intended to do it as I
know all of that… what I want to know is who hired you.”
She just spat at
the floor and went back to glaring at him.
Obi-Wan let out a
deep sigh and gently stroked Poppy’s head. “…Yan Dooku, I can
get into contact with him.” He said calmly.
A furrow appeared
on her brow.
“Your name is
Asajj Ventress, you are the product of an affair between Lady Talzin
and Yan Dooku. Yan Dooku swore to never return to these shores after
an unfortunate situation with one of his former knights, Komari. I
however can get him to return with the news of a daughter he doesn’t
know and expunge any kind of crime you have on record… I can make
everyone ignore it was you who attempted my life.” Obi-Wan stared
at the woman.
She stared back,
pale eyes wide before they slowly sunk down to stare at the stones,
obviously thinking hard.
Most likely she
wondered how the hell Obi-Wan knew all this about her but honestly it
wasn’t hard.
One look at her
features and they practically screamed Talzin. After that it was just
about following the breadcrumbs of clues to her parentage even if
Talzin had been death for over six years now.
“…And you would
protect me against repercussion from the one who hired me?”
Obi-Wan almost
startled, she had a deeper voice than he expected when she wasn’t
forcing it to be light and soft.
Still he nodded.
“I’ll keep you hidden in the castle until I have the proof I
need. You have my word as prince consort.”
She stared at him
intently.
Then she nodded
sharply and sat up in her restraints. “Sheev Palpatine hired me to
get rid of you and your kid before it came to the world. Said he’d
get rid of the Emperor afterward as a ‘broken heart’ case to
leave the Star prince vulnerable.”
Nose twitching,
Obi-Wan nodded slowly with his green eyes growing dark.
‘So… make an
enemy out of my family will you? Your days are numbered Palpatine.’
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