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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.

Posted on september 3, 2018 av swmoddy

“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.’

Okay question, you don’t need to make it a prompt if you don’t want to. How big exactly do you imagine starbirds to be? Cause I would imagine huge because /stars/ or at least people-sized.

Posted on september 3, 2018 av swmoddy

Blinking at the
crystal flower with wide eyes, Obi-Wan gave a delighted laugh before
looking up at his mate and opening his arms which had Anakin
instantly swoop down for the offered hug with a trill. “Its
beautiful Anakin! Where did you get it?” Obi-Wan questioned his
mate while ignoring Jango and Dooku who had started to plot together.

Something about
Palpatine and strike team which was why they were up in one of the
observation lounges to watch one of the strongest team of clones work
though they had all been asked if they wanted to show off.

Obi-Wan wasn’t
quite sure though and it wasn’t like they’d be able to pull it
off, getting the troopers to Coruscant and then close to a karking
Sith.

He had more
important things to consider anyhow, his nest was as good as done
with lots of home material and silk that smelled of beautiful home
and warmth.

“I made it, I
gathered rain water and ocean rocks that the kaminos bring up to grow
algae on, they didn’t need all of them though and I could have a
few.” He said cheerfully as he sat down beside Obi-Wan on the same
bench as his mate on the observation deck, paying no attention to
what was happening below.

“So you shaped it
with the Force and inward fire?” Obi-Wan turned the rose slowly,
beaming. “Clever mate.” He cooed and leaned in on the bench,
pressing kiss to a preening Anakin’s cheek as the blond rested his
hands on the others belly, stroking slowly in hope for more kicks
since the babies had steadily been getting more active the bigger
they got.

“Okay so I’ve
been wondering about that.” Fett suddenly said, frowning at them
and disturbing both Anakin and Obi-Wan from their private little
moment.

“What?” Obi-Wan
puzzled, smiling when Boba came scuttling in and crawling into the
Mando’a’s lap for a hug as he gave Obi-Wan a friendly grin.

He had a feeling
the kid came from one of the younger clone sections to play. All kids
needed socialization with others after all and all the clones were
different people even if they looked the same.

Arms around Boba
after ruffling his curling, floofy hair with a hand, Jango shrugged.
“You two have a human form and a bird form right?” He looked
between them, lips curling wryly when both nodded. “And you can
both switch seamlessly between them should you wish?”

Both Starbirds
exchanged looks at that, frowning at each other before Obi-Wan spoke
slowly since he could express himself better. As he answered he
absently played with his crystal rose gift. “In a manner yes, but
the thing is that we’re not small birds. The first starbirds were
born in the hearts of a supernova, the implosion pulls in the Force
and then explodes in a rush of energy and life and… radiation. Fire
so hot in could evaporate planets.” He said thoughtfully under the
wide but interested eyes of both Yan and Jango.

“Fascinating,”
The count murmured under his breath, obviously he didn’t quite know
how the creation of a Starbird happened. “Is how you were created?”
He looked between them.

Anakin gave a nod.
“I didn’t have parents at all, I was created by the Force and a
star. I’m still not quite sure what happened with my mother being
my mother… its kind of impossible.” He looked away, confused and
sad as he loved Shmi and had lost her.

Petting his mates
hand, Obi-Wan smiled wryly to the others. “I’m not sure about me actually. The
Jedi found me all those ages ago when I was still a babe in my first
cycle and there were no one else around. There were reports of
supernova but how I got to Stewjon where I was found is a big
mystery,” He shrugged a bit before humming. “Regardless, yes we
can switch, but we’re large birds, bigger than most humans and we
put of heat since we’re kind of made of fire though we don’t
burn anything unless we want. I can’t switch right now because of
obvious reasons.” Obi-Wan stroked his stomach.

Anakin bounced a
bit on the bench but stopped when Obi-Wan sent him a sharp look since
he bounced his mate around too. “Like Obi-Wan said, we’re big
birds, while we can change there are some restrictions like Obi-Wan
being pregnant stopping him until he gives birth. There’s also the
fact that we’re inside the facility, its too small for us, this room would make us hit our heads.” He
explained.

Jango and Yan
stared at them while Boba just grinned.

He had asked ages
ago how big the birds were.

“Yer shitting me,
you’re absolutely huge than? You’re made of fire does that mean
you can melt like durasteel walls? Could you melt this facility?”
Jango stared at them, forgetting he had his son on his lap as he
cursed.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
grinned. “If we wanted to, we could burn planets, that’s why we
can’t allow Sith to turn us, we’re a natural force of the Force
itself, we’re powerful and nearly unstoppable and the only
creatures that can really kill us is Sith and each others.” Obi-Wan
explained with his smile fading jut a bit.

“…I’m karking
grateful we’re on the same side.” Jango shook his head, obviously
wondering how karked he would have been had he gone up against two
starbirds if they went into their bird forms.

Anakin and Obi-Wan
just laughed before the blond dragged his heavily pregnant mate into
his lap and tickled him to the squeals of the redhead who tried to
escape, laughing in delight and scolding Anakin at the same time as
he tried to push the hands digging into his plush sides and stomach
to tease.

Life was beautiful
in this moment.

Okay question, you don’t need to make it a prompt if you don’t want to. How big exactly do you imagine starbirds to be? Cause I would imagine huge because /stars/ or at least people-sized.

Posted on september 3, 2018 av swmoddy

Obi-Wan wasn’t
quite sure though and it wasn’t like they’d be able to pull it
off, getting the troopers to Coruscant and then close to a karking
Sith.

He had more
important things to consider anyhow, his nest was as good as done
with lots of home material and silk that smelled of beautiful home
and warmth.

“Okay so I’ve
been wondering about that.” Fett suddenly said, frowning at them
and disturbing both Anakin and Obi-Wan from their private little
moment.

“What?” Obi-Wan
puzzled, smiling when Boba came scuttling in and crawling into the
Mando’a’s lap for a hug as he gave Obi-Wan a friendly grin.

“Fascinating,”
The count murmured under his breath, obviously he didn’t quite know
how the creation of a Starbird happened. “Is how you were created?”
He looked between them.

Jango and Yan
stared at them while Boba just grinned.

He had asked ages
ago how big the birds were.

Life was beautiful
in this moment.

Rarer than rare: How are things with our quadruplet carrying omega???

Posted on august 30, 2018 av swmoddy

Scowling at the
image splashed all over the Coruscantian daily, the most prominent of
Coruscant’s holojournal, Sheev threw it aside as he was sick of
looking at the released images of karking Kenobi and his fetuses, the
ultrasound proving without a doubt what the Jedi had been saying.

Four of them.

Four little
bastards inside of him, a large litter that a polluted world like
Coruscant SHOULD not be able to produce.

Not to mention the
fact that Kenobi was an older omega, towards the end of his fertility
rate most likely and a Jedi to booth and yet, this damaged and
older omega had produced a fertile coupling with other Jedi.

‘With Skywalker
and Amidala most likely though the chance of it being a
multi-paternal litter is possible.’ Sheev sneered at the air.

He was loosing
control, he no longer had a tight grip on Dooku because the man
clearly suspected that Sheev was behind the attempt on Kenobi’s
life.

The attempt on a
pregnant omega was clearly not something that could be condoned.

There was unease
and unrest spreading through the ranks of those who had served him to
work towards the goal of operation Knightfall, wary looks sent
towards him when his servants didn’t know he could see it.

Whispered
speculations.

It all spelled trouble
for him and he had even caught Amedda glancing at him warily from the
corner of his eyes.

He couldn’t
silence them all, it would be impossible and improbable.

Leaning forward,
Sheev planted his elbows on the table while thinking hard, his chin
coming to rest on his hands.

He needed a
solution.

And he needed it
quickly.

‘One pregnant
omega will not ruin my plans, will not ruin operation
Knightfall!’

()()()

Watching Quinlan
press his hands to Obi-Wan’s stomach, Anakin tilted his head
curiously even as he marveled at his own ease with Quinlan pawing all
over Obi-Wan.

Usually he was at
least uneasy when other alphas outside of Padme was around Obi-Wan
and especially when the others touched Obi-Wan.

Yet here Obi-Wan
was sitting with his tunic open so Quinlan could touch his stomach to
see if he could get a read on the parentage without an invasive test.
And the Kiffar was gentle, stroking with broad, steady strokes over
the stretched skin, gently getting in his jabs by teasing Obi-Wan
over the pink stretchmarks of his swollen belly.

It just made
Obi-Wan smile though, settled back into the couch in Padme’s
apartment.

Padme had been
required to attend a meeting and therefor couldn’t be there for
this but Anakin was.

They had honestly
intended to head to the temple even but then Quinlan had called
because he was heading over to the Senatorial district anyhow and
that he could just as well show up at Padme’s place.

Which left them in
this situation, touching Obi-Wan’s pregnancy swelled stomach in an
attempt to distinguish what parentage the babies had.

Anakin gave Obi-Wan
a soothing smile when he took notice of the redhead chewing on his
bottom lip in nervousness but before he could say anything, Quinlan
sat back on his heels in front of the couch. “Well, I got it.” He
grinned at them.

“Yeah? Is…who…
I mean…” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

That softened
Quinlan’s face. “Skywalker has two, a pair of twins and Amidala
has one that’s hers in there,” He chuckled softly, outright
sniggering when Anakin gave a delighted squeak. “The last one is
Mace actually, didn’t know you hooked up with him.”

Obi-Wan gave a
sheepish shrug before yelping as Anakin lifted him clean out of the
couch to twirl him around, the blond laughing in delight. “TWINS!”

“Anakin set me
down!”

“Obi-Wan its
twins! And Padme has one too!”

“ANAKIN!”

Yet despite the
yell, Obi-Wan was also laughing as he was swung around, Anakin’s
hands holding on under his thighs as he held Obi-Wan off the floor
while twirling.

Joy filled the
apartment with Quinlan watching in amusement and obviously recording
the scene of the two Jedi.

Rarer than rare: How are things with our quadruplet carrying omega???

Posted on august 30, 2018 av swmoddy

Four of them.

Four little
bastards inside of him, a large litter that a polluted world like
Coruscant SHOULD not be able to produce.

‘With Skywalker
and Amidala most likely though the chance of it being a
multi-paternal litter is possible.’ Sheev sneered at the air.

He was loosing
control, he no longer had a tight grip on Dooku because the man
clearly suspected that Sheev was behind the attempt on Kenobi’s
life.

The attempt on a
pregnant omega was clearly not something that could be condoned.

Whispered
speculations.

It all spelled trouble
for him and he had even caught Amedda glancing at him warily from the
corner of his eyes.

He couldn’t
silence them all, it would be impossible and improbable.

Leaning forward,
Sheev planted his elbows on the table while thinking hard, his chin
coming to rest on his hands.

He needed a
solution.

And he needed it
quickly.

‘One pregnant
omega will not ruin my plans, will not ruin operation
Knightfall!’

()()()

Watching Quinlan
press his hands to Obi-Wan’s stomach, Anakin tilted his head
curiously even as he marveled at his own ease with Quinlan pawing all
over Obi-Wan.

Usually he was at
least uneasy when other alphas outside of Padme was around Obi-Wan
and especially when the others touched Obi-Wan.

It just made
Obi-Wan smile though, settled back into the couch in Padme’s
apartment.

Padme had been
required to attend a meeting and therefor couldn’t be there for
this but Anakin was.

Which left them in
this situation, touching Obi-Wan’s pregnancy swelled stomach in an
attempt to distinguish what parentage the babies had.

“Yeah? Is…who…
I mean…” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

Obi-Wan gave a
sheepish shrug before yelping as Anakin lifted him clean out of the
couch to twirl him around, the blond laughing in delight. “TWINS!”

“Anakin set me
down!”

“Obi-Wan its
twins! And Padme has one too!”

“ANAKIN!”

Yet despite the
yell, Obi-Wan was also laughing as he was swung around, Anakin’s
hands holding on under his thighs as he held Obi-Wan off the floor
while twirling.

Joy filled the
apartment with Quinlan watching in amusement and obviously recording
the scene of the two Jedi.

Hello Moddy, i know we seen QuiObi with Qui-Gon being the sith or Obi-Wan being the unwilling apprentice, but how about both being sith and it being a carrier verse.

Posted on august 28, 2018 av swmoddy

“You going to try and rob me with
your morning bread?” Was the first thing that Obi-Wan heard as he
woke slowly, blinking in confusion at the fondly exasperated and
loving voice in his ears as he pressed closer to the warmth in front
of him.

“…What?” He said in confusion,
sleepy, drowsy confusion.

There was a deep chuckle and a shift
making Obi-Wan aware of the warmth in front of him moving away and
that made him whimper slightly in distress because it had been so
nice and warm and he felt so painfully sore all over.

There was another shift and a hand
cupping his cheek with warmth spreading from it to his toes that had
Obi-Wan mewling and opening his eyes properly to peer up into
concerned yellow eyes of his master.

Oh, well that explained it.

He’d been spooning Qui-Gon and had
been pressing his morning erection into the others rear…

Oh damn.

He flushed darkly. “Apologies
master.” He mumbled out in shame but Qui-Gon just shook his head,
the warmth still spreading through Obi-Wan’s body.

“No, don’t be. Bodies in pain
search out comfort.” He rumbled out and Obi-Wan realized with a
little bit of horror that he had been broadcasting into their bond.

With a little shamed whine he rolled
onto his back despite the narrowness of the ship bunk and covered his
face with his bandaged covered hands to Qui-Gon’s amusement as the
man chuckled despite his hand now being dislodged.

“Easy does it apprentice. I am not
upset with you, only worried. We’ll see about getting you into a
tub when we finally arrive on Coruscant.” He said, his nose
wrinkling as he said the last.

Face still flushed, Obi-Wan peeked
through his fingers. “Do we have to? Can’t we stay with Yan for a
while? Yoda and the council doesn’t question that too much.” He
said with some exasperation.

“Would be nice but we used the excuse
too much this last half year, you know we can only say ‘we’re
keeping an eye on Yan’ so much before they get testy,” Qui-Gon
rumbled out, getting to his feet as Obi-Wan watched his lover.
“Beside, you just don’t want to hide holding my hand like we need
to in the temple.” The long haired man chortled as he knelt down to
open the first aid kit.

Obi-Wan had once loved Yoda… until he
had understood that Yoda? Yoda was one of the symptoms of a decaying
Jedi Order.

Might actually BE the reason for the
decay of the order with how long he had been in charged and affected
each generation of Jedi in some way with his preaching of
non-attachment to sentient that needed
so much more than the Jedi could provided if you couldn’t… love.

Love
utterly with your heart.

He
still cared about the man but he remembered all too well his early
days in the Jedi Order, Bruck and how no one listened to Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan had often been proclaimed
as the problem even as he defended himself.

The
order needed to be refreshed, needed change.

And
that meant that the council needed to be switched out, especially
Yoda.

So
many years as grandmaster, so many years as a council member couldn’t
be good, it caused stagnation because one single person could not
change the ideas so easily, especially one as long lived as Yoda with
a singular mind unchanging as Yoda had been in all the years Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon had known the man.

As
long as Yan had known him.

He had
not changed in all those many years and there was no reason to
believe he would change at all.

And
Obi-Wan still remembered shocked he had been the first time Qui-Gon
had hugged him. To be fair he had thought the other didn’t want
him, didn’t understand at the time that Qui-Gon had feared
discovery.

After
all, Sith hiding in plain sight in Yoda’s own line risked discovery
at any time, especially with an inquisitive, impulsive and smart
young padawan on the trail heh.

It was
a good thing Obi-Wan could be convinced to see the light…
metaphorically speaking that was as they were now Sith.

“Here,”
Obi-Wan looked up, finding Qui-Gon in front of him with an analgesic
patch. “Arch your neck for me.”

With a
grateful, happy noise, Obi-Wan obeyed,
smiling softly when the other man rewarded him with a gentle cheek
stroke once the patch was settled.

“…I’ll
a mission as soon as we’re cleared again,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“Somewhere out in the core or something. Give us time alone my
little love.” He promise with his hand lingering possessively over
Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“I
look forward to it.” Obi-Wan
smiled up at him, feeling warm inside out as Qui-Gon leans
in to kiss him sweetly, his free hand brushing unconsciously over
Obi-Wan’s hand.

Neither
notice the slight swelling of the stomach area, focused on each other
for the last privacy they’ll truly have before they arrive at the
temple.

Hello Moddy, i know we seen QuiObi with Qui-Gon being the sith or Obi-Wan being the unwilling apprentice, but how about both being sith and it being a carrier verse.

Posted on august 28, 2018 av swmoddy

“…What?” He said in confusion,
sleepy, drowsy confusion.

Oh, well that explained it.

He’d been spooning Qui-Gon and had
been pressing his morning erection into the others rear…

Oh damn.

He flushed darkly. “Apologies
master.” He mumbled out in shame but Qui-Gon just shook his head,
the warmth still spreading through Obi-Wan’s body.

“No, don’t be. Bodies in pain
search out comfort.” He rumbled out and Obi-Wan realized with a
little bit of horror that he had been broadcasting into their bond.

“Easy does it apprentice. I am not
upset with you, only worried. We’ll see about getting you into a
tub when we finally arrive on Coruscant.” He said, his nose
wrinkling as he said the last.

Obi-Wan had once loved Yoda… until he
had understood that Yoda? Yoda was one of the symptoms of a decaying
Jedi Order.

Love
utterly with your heart.

The
order needed to be refreshed, needed change.

And
that meant that the council needed to be switched out, especially
Yoda.

As
long as Yan had known him.

He had
not changed in all those many years and there was no reason to
believe he would change at all.

After
all, Sith hiding in plain sight in Yoda’s own line risked discovery
at any time, especially with an inquisitive, impulsive and smart
young padawan on the trail heh.

It was
a good thing Obi-Wan could be convinced to see the light…
metaphorically speaking that was as they were now Sith.

“Here,”
Obi-Wan looked up, finding Qui-Gon in front of him with an analgesic
patch. “Arch your neck for me.”

With a
grateful, happy noise, Obi-Wan obeyed,
smiling softly when the other man rewarded him with a gentle cheek
stroke once the patch was settled.

“I
look forward to it.” Obi-Wan
smiled up at him, feeling warm inside out as Qui-Gon leans
in to kiss him sweetly, his free hand brushing unconsciously over
Obi-Wan’s hand.

Neither
notice the slight swelling of the stomach area, focused on each other
for the last privacy they’ll truly have before they arrive at the
temple.

Daytoday- how is the pregnancy fairing?

Posted on august 23, 2018 av swmoddy

Laying
quietly on the biobed with his tunic open, Obi-Wan watched Bant rub
the ultrasound device while sitting beside the bed on a small rolling
chair, getting it as warm as she could despite the fact that the gel
was cold where it rested on his stomach where she had put it near his
naval less than a minute ago.

Clenching
his hand on Anakin’s hand, Obi-Wan hissed quietly as Bant gently
ran the ultrasound device over his stomach and thereby spreading the
cold gel over his vulnerable, slightly
bulging belly.

The
mon calamari gave him a quick, soothing smile before turning her eyes
on the viewscreen as she slowly rolled the ultrasound over the skin
in a searching motion. “Its not going to be too big yet Obi-Wan,
you’re only a bit over the
two months at max but-aha, here we are.” She said, her voice heavy
with satisfaction as he found what they expected.

All
three stared at the image, Obi-Wan hand clenching down on his lovers
hand as he stared at the blue shape on the screen as it twitched
lightly.

It was
small, just a mass but… you could see a head.

There
was a clear head like shape and arms and what may be little fists
with tiny, oh so tiny fingers.

Obi-Wan’s
breath hitched a bit.

This
was their baby, this was what Obi-Wan had opted to keep, this was why
he was taking extra vitamins now that made his guts feel weird and
this was why he had arrived to the early healer appointment with Bant
to see.

To see
this tiny little being of
about eight centimeters, growing
little bundle that would become something so much larger in the
future.

And it
made warmth bloom in his chest.

A warm
thumb rubbed over the back of his hand and he looked up at Anakin,
meeting a soft, understanding smile even as Anakin’s eyes were wide
in awe and delight still. “That’s our baby.” He whispered
quietly.

Letting
out a little noise that may have been a laugh, Obi-Wan nodded.
“That’s our baby.” He agreed.

There
was a small chuckle, Bant messing with the viewscreen. “And by
this, I say Che was right that you’re right on the nine week it
looks like,” She grinned him. “Congratulation Obi-Wan, you got a
healthy little baby blob in there.” Bant teased gently in that
familiar tone she had used since they were creche mates.

It
made Obi-Wan laugh in delight as Anakin huffed at her and stuck out
his tongue.

Oh
Force, that was their baby and Bant was messing with the viewscreen
to take a picture both for the medical folder for the new life but
also to send with Obi-Wan and Anakin, the expecting parents and for a
moment he felt utterly overwhelmed as he tugged Anakin closer and
turned his face into the others dark tunic.

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin started stroking at the red hair with his mech hand, his voice
filled with concern before crooning softly, the Force filling with
understanding as Obi-Wan opened up in the bond for him to feel. “Its
alright, that’s our baby, yes. Its our baby.” He crooned.

Obi-Wan
sniffled into Anakin’s tunic, shaking and yet beyond delighted.

Unaware
of the plans being set into motion on Coruscant, old men with old
agendas waiting for his opportunity to destroy.

()()()

Smiling
until the door shut behind the last Senator, Sidious felt his face
turn into pure disgust as he rubbed his hands together as if to wipe
away some kind of horrid remains.

Intersex
bills, intersex rights, intersex here and intersex there.

He was
sick of it and he wanted to throw up each time it was brought up and
if he could get away with it he’d be throwing Kenobi out his window
to be rid of the thing, especially before it could pop out its little
gremlin.

‘Unnatural,
that’s what it is.’ He sneered to himself as he pulled his
terminal over to go over some of the budgeting of the
Senate.

He had
barely gotten a line in when his secretary paged in. “Chancellor
sir?” The deep voice chimed in and Sidious rolled his eyes to
himself before answering.

“Yes
T’Itna?” He answered in as chipper a tone as he could though from
the pause he could tell he hadn’t quite managed.

“Senator
Clovis is here sir, he doesn’t have an appointment but he said he
and you may have something to discuss about a recent bill proposed,”
The twi’lek secretary said before adding in a concerned tone. “I
can send him away sir if you’re too tired.”

Letting
out a deep sigh, Sidious leaned back in his chair to give the air of
a tired and somewhat overwhelmed man. “No, no. I’ll see Senator
Clovis of course, send him in.”

He
watched with some confusion as the man entered, raising a brow when
the rather handsome man waited for the Chancellor’s door to shut
before he locked it and moved to the desk. “Chancellor Palpatine.”
He smiled warmly to him.

“Senator
Clovis, what can I help Scipio with?” Sidious offered in return
while inwardly sneering.

Clovis’s
smile grew. “I do believe it could be something we can help each
other with. The intersex bill and the Jedi and GAR’s current
strike.”

Brows
raising in intrigue, Sidious gestured to a chair. “I’m
listening…”