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Burning 🔥 🦅- Ani gets to feel his little birdies kick.

Posted on august 22, 2018 av swmoddy

Standing straight
backed with his head slightly inclined in respect and deference he no
longer had for the one in front of him, Yan went through the plans of
the future with Sidious, all too aware of Obi-Wan sitting silently
four meters behind him in the communication room as they spoke about
wide spread galactic massacre with Sidious blue shape as the only
light of the room.

He could almost
feel the ruffling of feathers Obi-Wan did not have in human form but
that wasn’t stopping him from pretty much puffing up like an avian
during a threat display it seemed which amused the knight of the star
Order.

“There is one
more thing.” Sidious drawled as Yan thought their meeting drew to
an end as they finished talking about the CIS, clones and the galaxy
wide war that they had been planning.

“My lord?” Yan
blinked, honestly a bit confused.

“Kenobi and
Skywalker,” The old man drawled, sitting back while jutting out his
chin a bit and Yan could feel his muscles tense as if a viper had
coiled around him. “Be gentle with them, I have plans for both of
them. Little birds like them who sing so sweetly are valuable, each in their own right of
course but yes. I intend to have them both so ensure that they do
not…” He trailed off and a smirk appeared over his lips, exposed
when Sidious tipped his head up enough to show his face to anyone in
the room in what he thought was a secure connection. “Temporarily
snuffed out, I’d hate to start from scratch.”

Yan could feel his
blood turn to ice.

Temporarily snuffed
out. Little birds.

Sidious knew
what Skywalker and Obi-Wan were.

He knew they were
starbirds.

Oh kark a Sith knew
there were starbirds alive, the only creatures that could permanently
kill a starbird knew there were two alive!

He didn’t let his
panic out and instead bowed to the man. “As you wish my lord.”
Yan murmured, the holo turning off.

Slowly he turned to
look at Obi-Wan, watching how pale and tight the others face looked.

Neither said
anything for a long moment. “He knows.” Obi-Wan finally murmured.

“So his words
imply,” Yan agreed, slowly moving over and settling down on one
knee in front of the seated Jedi, taking his hands to gently rub
them. “I won’t let him have you, not you, not Skywalker and
certainly not your little birds as you say. This-” He gestured
towards the holopad with a nod of his head that had recorded the
entire conversation. “Is just one of many steps of the dance to
bring him down and he will never touch your little birds, of this I,
Yan Dooku of Serenno, swear.” He murmured.

Obi-Wan let out a
shuddering breath, obviously struggling a bit and Yan could have
sympathy with that considering the flush of hormones that was
currently going through the others pregnancy swollen body.

So he remained
quiet and continued rubbing at the Jedi’s hands while mentally
counting, getting to his feet when he heard the door open. Huh, he got to thirty, Skywalker must have been close by.

Just as expected,
Skywalker was standing in the doorway, eyes slightly wild and a tiny
bit out of breath though he quickly calmed down when he saw Obi-Wan
just sitting on a chair looking unharmed. Yan
stepped back to provide space for the man.

Quickly the Jedi
knight stepped in and let the door shut behind him for privacy, ruffled curls
smoothed over with a hand now that he was calmer at the sight of an
unharmed mate as he made his way over to Obi-Wan with questions
screaming in his blue eyes.

“Are you
alright?” Skywalker asked quietly, eyes focused on Obi-Wan and
solely him as he knelt down beside his mate.

“Not really,
hug?” Obi-Wan smiled meekly at his mate, opening his arms to the
blond for his requested comfort and breathing out in relief when the others strong arms
instantly wrapped around him as he nosed into the curls for the tactile comfort.
“I’ll tell you about it in our quarters after a cup of tea but
right now I just…” He trailed off.

“Shh, no need to
explain right now,” Skywalker murmured into the others clothes, Yan
barely hearing him with how muffled it was against Obi-Wan’s soft
tunic. “I’m here for yo-ah!” The two pulled from each other in
surprise, staring at each other with wide eyes to Yan’s surprise
before they both focused down on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Quickly Skywalker
returned his hands to Obi-Wan’s stomach, a delighted smile lighting
up his face. “Was that…” He trailed off.

“I think so. Its
only happened at night so far.” Obi-Wan breathed out then laughed
suddenly and this time Yan could see why.

The others stomach
wobbled.

The little birds
had kicked and Yan couldn’t help a wry smile of his own as
Skywalker crooned in utter delight as he leaned in with both his
hands still on his mates stomach as he pressed tiny kisses all over
the others face before rubbing their noses together as they chirped
and trilled to each other. Most likely heaping praise onto his mate by the way Obi-Wan’s neck was coloring a deep red and his smile turned ever wider.

‘Well, that
serves as a good distraction from Sidious for now at least.’ He
thought with some amusement.

Joy was a good
distraction.

CarryHope- Ani and Obi get a chance to talk and Obi tells Ani about his run in. Ani starts pushing for Obi to tell Zett.

Posted on august 22, 2018 av swmoddy

Smiling when the
door slid open, Obi-Wan stepped in quickly and wrapped his former
padawan and fellow omega into a warm hug.

“Obi-Wan!”
Anakin laughed in surprise at the affectionate greeting before
wrapping the other up in his arms in return, smiling softly into the
others red hair.

It took several
moments before they detangled and Obi-Wan chuckled at the swelled
stomach before smiling up at Anakin. “Apologies Anakin but I have
missed you, many in the temple have.” He said while hanging his
robe up and then bending to undo his boots.

Rubbing the back of
his neck, Anakin smiled wryly. “I know that, I get messages weekly
from Jedi I didn’t think would… I get daily updates from Ahsoka,
hearing how she’s doing. She tells me your her master now.” He
lead the other into the apartment.

Glancing about in
interest, Obi-Wan gave a hum. “Yes, it was just decided. We weren’t
sure who would take over considering how prolific I am but we finally
just decided to ask her,” He chuckled when he saw that the table
was full of snacks and drinks, a pot of tea already standing there.
“I see you prepared for my visit.”

Anakin grinned
wryly and carefully settled down on the couch, Obi-Wan following suit
moments later. “Figured it was best to get things ready, C3P helped
out of course but eventually I just ended up shoving him and R2 into
one of the closest to bicker.” He sniggered quietly, grabbing one
of the plates and piling it with little treats.

Padme had been
spoiling him honestly.

Obi-Wan carefully
poured them both tea, something Anakin had reluctantly started to
drink since he wasn’t allowed caff and then they started talking
about everything that had happened to them both since the last time
they spoke.

From the war
effort, the senates newest bills, Anakin moaning about his clothes no
longer fitting him properly with his stomach swelling for every week,
Obi-Wan laughing at him before pulling him into a hug and assuring
him that it was worth it, it was all worth it in the end.

“You know,
talking about kids…” Obi-Wan hesitated and then took a fortifying
sip of tea under Anakin’s curious eyes. “I actually talked to
Zett two days ago, he came and asked for soresu lessons.” He said
softly.

“Really?”
Anakin questioned in surprise, eyes wide. “Are you going to give
him them?” He asked, his hand coming to rest on his old master’s
knee.

“Well yes, of
course,” Obi-Wan sent him an amused look, stroking his beard with
his cupless hand before sighing. “Its going to be a bit hard of
course, seeing him each time but I wouldn’t deny anyone the chance
to learn, especially not him.” He said more quietly, his
heart throbbing with the lost chances of the past.

The breeze ruffled
in the airy curtains Padme had decorated the apartment with before
Anakin finally answered, squeezing Obi-Wan’s knee. “You should
tell me the truth.” He said seriously and for a moment Obi-Wan
didn’t really understand.

And then he did,
his hand turning white on the cup as he stared at the serious blond
in return with wide ones of his own. “Anakin…”

“No listen to me
Obi-Wan,” The blond held up his mech hand for silence. “He
deserves the truth, especially when you could any day now die with
the war going on. Life is uncertain and you should get to know your
son and he you. If for nothing else than for him to carry those
memories with him fondly the rest of his life instead of spending it
wondering if you were ever proud of him. If you even liked him or
considered him worth it since you gave him over to the order.”
Anakin explained carefully his reasoning.

Blinking Obi-Wan
looked down into his half empty cup, staring at the fruit tea as the
cinnamon at the back of his throat started to taste bitter.

He had never
thought of it that way, what Zett would one day think when he learned
just who his parents was because he would one day learn for sure.

One day Zett would
open his file and read who his parents were and remember his
interactions with Obi-Wan…

Swallowing, he
looked up at Anakin and gave a shaking nod. “I-I’ll think about
it Anakin. But please, right now I just want to spend time with my
dearest friend.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly.

Anakin’s face
softened and he put the plate almost empty of snacks on the couch
beside him before leaning forward and pulling him into a tight hug.
“Course Obi-Wan. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for
you.” He whispered into his ear.

Obi-Wan burrowed
closer, eyes closed as he threw his mind back to Qui-Gon’s smiling
face.

CarryHope- Ani and Obi get a chance to talk and Obi tells Ani about his run in. Ani starts pushing for Obi to tell Zett.

Posted on august 22, 2018 av swmoddy

Smiling when the
door slid open, Obi-Wan stepped in quickly and wrapped his former
padawan and fellow omega into a warm hug.

“Obi-Wan!”
Anakin laughed in surprise at the affectionate greeting before
wrapping the other up in his arms in return, smiling softly into the
others red hair.

Padme had been
spoiling him honestly.

“Really?”
Anakin questioned in surprise, eyes wide. “Are you going to give
him them?” He asked, his hand coming to rest on his old master’s
knee.

And then he did,
his hand turning white on the cup as he stared at the serious blond
in return with wide ones of his own. “Anakin…”

Blinking Obi-Wan
looked down into his half empty cup, staring at the fruit tea as the
cinnamon at the back of his throat started to taste bitter.

He had never
thought of it that way, what Zett would one day think when he learned
just who his parents was because he would one day learn for sure.

One day Zett would
open his file and read who his parents were and remember his
interactions with Obi-Wan…

Swallowing, he
looked up at Anakin and gave a shaking nod. “I-I’ll think about
it Anakin. But please, right now I just want to spend time with my
dearest friend.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly.

Obi-Wan burrowed
closer, eyes closed as he threw his mind back to Qui-Gon’s smiling
face.

Burning Bird: Can we have a sweet, fluffy scene with the parents to be????

Posted on august 15, 2018 av swmoddy

Eyeing the crates
that the troopers were helping carry in, Anakin let out a relieved
breath before picking up one for himself as the pilot gave a jaunty
wave before she took off. “Thank you all for helping me out.” He
said warmly towards Rex, the trooper giving him a wry grin in return.

“Course,
considering how Obi-Wan looks every time he goes nest material
hunting, we better top him up with some huh?” The man said in a
somewhat teasing tone.

Snorting a bit,
Anakin nodded. “This is packed up from our quarters honestly,
Qui-Gon, our former master, helped them out so the crates should be
pretty much filled with everything we need since Obi-Wan is
determined to stay and help you all while the rest of the Order deals
with everything else.” He shrugged.

There was some
sniggering.

They had all heard
Obi-Wan yelling at the council two days ago about the idea of
involving the clones until Anakin could sooth him and talked him
through the idea. The other starbird had reluctantly agreed before
turning on the Council to inform them that the troopers were not
leaving until the Order could guarantee the safety of the vode in the
face of Senate scrutiny.

But that also meant
Obi-Wan needed a more permanent nest and was turning their quarters
on Kamino into a proper one.

Qui-Gon had taken
care of that thank the Force, by packing up things they would need
and shipping it out with one of the Jedi pilots on a supply run to
some of the far off observation stations.

Four crates, all
packed to the brim with both Anakin and Obi-Wan’s things and
apparently some baby items that would be necessary.

Anakin assumed that
meant clothes.

And diapers?

Oh Force, he had no
idea how to change a diaper actually and the thought made him stop
mid corridor, eyes wide.

“Anakin?” Rex
raised a brow, stopping beside him.

Turning wide eyes
on the other, Anakin choked out an answer. “I don’t know how to
change a diaper.”

The vode exchanged
long looks before they all shrugged. “We don’t know either.”

“But I’m about
to be a dad!” Anakin squeaked, a bit horrified. “Does Obi-Wan
know how to change a diaper?” He questioned out loud.

“Oh shut your
hollering Skywalker,” They all looked up to see Jango coming down
the hall, a frown on the mans face. “If neither of you Jedi do than
I do. I changed Boba’s diaper often enough.” He huffed while
rolling his eyes for point.

It was a sarcastic
and spiky delivery yet it had Anakin’s shoulders relaxing because
someone knew. “Does that mean you’ll teach me?” He asked
desperately.

Jango paused a bit,
eyes squinting at him before huffing in obvious surprise. “Well
I’ll be damned, you’re panicking.”

Anakin shrugged,
hugging the crate to his chest a bit. “There’s a lot to learn.
The baby won’t stop just cause I’m panicking.” He muttered.

“Ugh, you’re
gonna be fine.” Jango rolled his eyes.

Letting out a huff,
Anakin continued walking, almost stomping all the way to what was now
their quarters and he was in a horrendous mood until he looked up and
found Obi-Wan standing there rubbing his stomach as he stood by the
window and peered out though he turned to the door when it opened.

Unable not to smile
at that, Anakin set the crate down and moved to his waiting mate,
wrapping his arms around him and cupping his stomach with one hand.
“Hey, got our stuff. The others helped.” He said quietly.

Obi-Wan trilled
softly at him, pecking him on the cheek while pressing into the hand
on his stomach. “Thank you Anakin, and thank you all too Rex, Waxer
and Cody.” He sent them all a warm smile.

‘He’s
beautiful.’ Anakin marveled, nosing into the others hair as Obi-Wan
spoke to the clones, stroking the curved stomach with a tender hand
as he let go of his panic just for a little while longer.

Burning Bird: Can we have a sweet, fluffy scene with the parents to be????

Posted on august 15, 2018 av swmoddy

“Course,
considering how Obi-Wan looks every time he goes nest material
hunting, we better top him up with some huh?” The man said in a
somewhat teasing tone.

There was some
sniggering.

But that also meant
Obi-Wan needed a more permanent nest and was turning their quarters
on Kamino into a proper one.

Qui-Gon had taken
care of that thank the Force, by packing up things they would need
and shipping it out with one of the Jedi pilots on a supply run to
some of the far off observation stations.

Four crates, all
packed to the brim with both Anakin and Obi-Wan’s things and
apparently some baby items that would be necessary.

Anakin assumed that
meant clothes.

And diapers?

Oh Force, he had no
idea how to change a diaper actually and the thought made him stop
mid corridor, eyes wide.

“Anakin?” Rex
raised a brow, stopping beside him.

Turning wide eyes
on the other, Anakin choked out an answer. “I don’t know how to
change a diaper.”

The vode exchanged
long looks before they all shrugged. “We don’t know either.”

“But I’m about
to be a dad!” Anakin squeaked, a bit horrified. “Does Obi-Wan
know how to change a diaper?” He questioned out loud.

It was a sarcastic
and spiky delivery yet it had Anakin’s shoulders relaxing because
someone knew. “Does that mean you’ll teach me?” He asked
desperately.

Jango paused a bit,
eyes squinting at him before huffing in obvious surprise. “Well
I’ll be damned, you’re panicking.”

Anakin shrugged,
hugging the crate to his chest a bit. “There’s a lot to learn.
The baby won’t stop just cause I’m panicking.” He muttered.

“Ugh, you’re
gonna be fine.” Jango rolled his eyes.

Obi-Wan trilled
softly at him, pecking him on the cheek while pressing into the hand
on his stomach. “Thank you Anakin, and thank you all too Rex, Waxer
and Cody.” He sent them all a warm smile.

in «CarryingHope», can Zett secretly find out that Ob-Wan is his Dad, and be really sneaky in getting to know him? Without repercussions of the Council?

Posted on august 10, 2018 av swmoddy

Wiping his face dry
for sweat, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily before settling heavily onto
the bench by the mat before grabbing the towel as he contemplated
calling Anakin to hear how the blonds pregnancy was going and just
get an update on the others life.

Since Anakin left
the Order the war seemed to go into a molasses style, slow and gooey
in an odd way as if the major players behind it had their eyes turned
else ward and that just didn’t make sense to anyone considering how
many fingers were in the pies with as many Separatists as there were.

And yet…

It was just so
puzzling.

Resting his face in
the towel, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath.

“Master Kenobi?”
A soft voice murmured and he looked up quickly, blinking at the
bottle held out to him before smiling as he accepted it.

“Hello there
Padawan Jukassa, thank you very much,” He said warmly, watching his
son as he took a sip, feeling the cool water refresh down to his
toes.

The boy smiled back
before sitting down beside him on the bench, hands settled in his lap
with a question obviously on his face.

Obi-Wan felt his
heart sink, wondering if the boy knew.

But he kept the
smile on his face as he set the bottle to his lap. “Yes Padawan
Jukassa? Was there something I can do for you?” He questioned in
faux curiosity, all to aware of a frozen Oppo by the doors.

“Master
Mierme told me that you’re the best master we have on Soresu
and if I wanted an introduction to the dueling form then I might do
best in asking you,” Zett quickly launched into and Obi-Wan felt
his heart calm down even as he saw Oppo move from the corner of his
eyes.

Humming and tilting his head
considerately, Obi-Wan wondered what in all Force name Mierme was up
to, the other had to know
Obi-Wan was Zett’s parent and there were other masters of the
Soresu… but it was pleasing to have his own son come to him and
call him the best, Obi-Wan would admit that. “Well, I can certainly
get you into the start up of the Soresu yes. Though my style is mixed
in with the Ataru which was my startup style when I was a padawan.”
He chortled.

Zett
instantly perked up, his chubby cheeks turning pink with delight.
“Now? Or are you too exhausted from your training spar with the
droid?” He questioned with fragile
hope.

Quirking lips into
a gentle smile, Obi-Wan shook his head. “I’m not too tired but
let me drink this up and then we can, I suggest you can stretch out
in the meantime.” He winked and watched the boy bounce to the mat
to indeed stretch out as suggested.

‘Oh Qui-Gon, if
only you could see him… he’s beautiful and smart.’ Obi-Wan
smiled softly to himself before getting to his feet while slowly
draining the bottle so not to give himself a water belly.

And then he moved
to the other end of the mat, throwing the bottle towards a recycle
bin and getting in position. “First of, show me what you can do.”
He smiled at the boy who instantly assumed the first Ataru pose, a
look of excitement in his eyes.

This was going to
be fun for him clearly…

And enjoyable for
Obi-Wan who dodged easily as Zett attacked first, Obi-Wan’s eyes
twinkling with the same excitement as he sparred with his son.

in «CarryingHope», can Zett secretly find out that Ob-Wan is his Dad, and be really sneaky in getting to know him? Without repercussions of the Council?

Posted on august 10, 2018 av swmoddy

And yet…

It was just so
puzzling.

Resting his face in
the towel, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath.

“Master Kenobi?”
A soft voice murmured and he looked up quickly, blinking at the
bottle held out to him before smiling as he accepted it.

“Hello there
Padawan Jukassa, thank you very much,” He said warmly, watching his
son as he took a sip, feeling the cool water refresh down to his
toes.

The boy smiled back
before sitting down beside him on the bench, hands settled in his lap
with a question obviously on his face.

Obi-Wan felt his
heart sink, wondering if the boy knew.

Zett
instantly perked up, his chubby cheeks turning pink with delight.
“Now? Or are you too exhausted from your training spar with the
droid?” He questioned with fragile
hope.

This was going to
be fun for him clearly…

And enjoyable for
Obi-Wan who dodged easily as Zett attacked first, Obi-Wan’s eyes
twinkling with the same excitement as he sparred with his son.

Poor omega ObiWan, RunningBack does NOT guarantee safety, even from Vader. Their dinner out turns into a assassins’ attack, and the over reaction of Sith Lord Vader might include in his rage … ObiWan? Remorse is all well and good but breakage is breakage. Terrifying consequences please? Yup, feeling eeevil.

Posted on august 8, 2018 av swmoddy

The ship had been
attacked.

The Fist had been
attacked by Saw Gerrera and his group, several shiny’s had died
along with a few officers.

And Obi-Wan had
fallen over, his pregnancy changed body unable to handle the violent
change in balance.

Anakin had not
thought about it at all.

Rage had flowed
through his veins as he attacked the rebels without mercy.

And yet…

Anakin closed his
eyes, taking a calming breath of pain before reopening his eyes once
more to stare up at Obi-Wan’s pregnancy swelled form floating in
the bacta thank of the medics, the redhead pale even through the blue
tinted bacta.

The stretchmarks
and scars of his body was obvious in this state, stripped as he was
of all but the underwear to preserve modesty and the harness to keep
him up, the oxygen mask providing him air as the bacta healed his
body.

Obi-Wan’s body
had been sensitive to change, his poor omega missing their third
along with the multitude of shocks through the months.

Anakin’s violent
plunge into the dark so close to him not to mention being thrown
about and off his feet to hit the ground hard with his already
fragile body…

It was a damn
miracle that Obi-Wan had not had a miscarriage. And then…

Gerrera had aimed a
blaster rifle at Obi-Wan and fired.

Now Obi-Wan’s
life hung in the balance.

Both Obi-Wan and
his baby.

Anakin’s last
mate and last heir was now swinging between life and death, having
been rushed to Coruscant and if it hadn’t been for the medic of his
own team Anakin did not think both would have survived the trip.

‘I killed Padme.
I killed our children. Now I may have to watch my last mate and child
die too?’ Anakin could feel everything in him howling. He wanted to
throw the stars around, he wanted to scream until his throat turned
bloody and everyone else choked on their blood. He wanted-

“Apprentice.”

‘I want him
dead.’ Anakin gritted his teeth, slowly turning his head to
look at Palpatine as the man stood there. Yet his hand remained lax
as Sidious made his way slowly towards him in a meandering style,
looking bored as he looked up at Anakin’s injured mate.

He had to resist
the urge to step in front of Obi-Wan’s tank to keep Sidious away.

“I see your pet
is still in the tank.” Sidious drawled.

“My mate
is still in the tank yes. He is injured and the child’s life is in
jeopardy.” Anakin grunted, the alpha in him raising hackles.

They were rising
higher the longer Palpatine stared at Obi-Wan and Anakin was about to
snap when the man spoke. “There is a way to save him you know.”
The man drawled.

Drained of all his
anger as it was replaced by desperate hope instead, Anakin felt his
eyes widen. “There is?” He questioned.

“Yes, I did
promise you a way to save Senator Amidala… unfortunate as that
situation was,” He smirked and Anakin had to violently bite his
tongue to avoid snarling at him. “But it will work with your pet
here too.” The Emperor finished off.

Twitching, Anakin
held his word. “And what is this… Force technique that would
allow such a gift?” He gritted out.

Sidious raised his
hand and in the bacta tank, Obi-Wan twisted a bit, his heart rate
picking up.

“What are you
doing?” Anakin questioned in alarm, feeling the dark side of the
Force move.

“To save your
omega here, one has to sacrifice the child within him. Not a major
loss I would assume.” Sidious cackled a bit. “After all, its just
a mass of cells, no living creature yet really and you can always put
another one in your little whore, that’s what he’s made for after all, breed-” The word cut off abruptly, Anakin’s saber
sliding smoothly through the air to sever head from neck where it
fell to the floor in a dull thump, the body of the head following
moments later with a louder thump.

Trembling in rage,
Anakin quickly turned to the tank to put a fresh load of medication
through the tank, Obi-Wan’s heart rate calming to his relief. And
only then did he look at the body on the floor, face twisting before
turning into a pleased smirk as he knew no one would suspect him.

No one would look
twice at Anakin, staunch defender as he had been.

Now only cold
contempt stirred in his eyes as he stared at the severed head.
“…I’ll piss on your ashes.” He sneered, already deciding to
burn the body.

Leave him no Sith
funeral for Sidious.

Slowly Anakin
looked up at Obi-Wan once more as his omega floated unconsciously in
the bacta. “…Long live Emperor Skywalker I guess. I’ll save you
yet my love. You and our child.”