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Moddy!!!! Hope you are feeling better! Can we please see the wedding for Royal Protector????? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Everything was honestly a blur for
Obi-Wan on the day of his wedding to Qui-Gon.

From the very moment he opened his eyes
to gain a soft kiss from the Emperor to the moment he was sitting at
the banquet table by Qui-Gon’s side with Ahsoka to his left.

Mostly because from the second they
stepped out of bed it had been constant activity.

Obi-Wan had been swept away to another
part of the castle to ready for the ceremony, guards and Ahsoka
following his every movement with Anakin staying with his father
along with another retinue of guards because of the recent attempts
on the royal family’s life and Obi-Wan, who fair enough was about
to become part of said royal family.

He was bathed, dressed, pampered and
primped until he was ready, his golden wedding robe actually proving
to be a bit tight in the stomach area which had made him flush as a
servant went to fetch a tailor.

It had been a hasty mend to make it fit
better and Obi-Wan had been so embarrassed even as Ahsoka gently
patted his hand and told him that the baby just took a lot of space
and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

With the robe fitted, the red obi could
finally be gently wrapped around his midsection where the Jinn royal
family crest was proudly displayed and over there again the red
tabards. With his ankles swollen Obi-Wan was grateful he could wear
his normal slippers as boots would only hurt him especially since the
ceremony would require quite a bit of standing around and some
kneeling.

With his dress done and his hair pulled
into an artful bun in his neck with golden pins to keep it in place,
Obi-Wan was ready for his own wedding and was swept away to the
capitol cathedral in a carriage.

And once more everything was a blur
from the moment he was lead up the aisle by Duke Windu to Qui-Gon’s
side where Grandmaster Yoda was ready to officiate their marriage,
the wrinkled face smiling up at them.

He has a very vivid memory however of
when he was required to kneel for the consort coronet to be placed on
his head, since he had almost fallen over and Qui-Gon had to grab him
which had caused titters among the gathered crowd and Anakin had
looked like he was visibly restraining himself from hooting in
amusement.

Only Qui-Gon’s softly worried face
keeps him from feeling shameful at his little faux pas but finally
its all done and its just a short ride back to the castle where their
celebratory banquet is waiting for them.

And Obi-Wan can sit beside Qui-Gon, his
head on the others shoulder as his body gets to finally rest in a
padded chair and Qui-Gon strokes the hair that escaped the bun and
teases the baby soft hair at the nape that will never get long enough
to go into a tail or bun.

“Content my love?” Qui-Gon
questioned softly, eyeing the plate of gnawed bones that had meat
some time ago that sits in front of Obi-Wan. “Is there nothing else
you wish for?”

Humming, Obi-Wan settles a hand on
Qui-Gon’s knee with his action hidden by the table. “At this
moment? Nothing in the entire galaxy. I’m wedded to you, I am warm
and feed and the chair is padded to help me deal with the hip pain
our baby is giving me. I am well content my husband.” He murmured
then smiled wickedly when Qui-Gon shivered a bit. “Oh? You like
that? My husband?” Obi-Wan teased gently.

“I’ve waited what feels like a
decade to have you call me so.” Qui-Gon whispered into his ear. “So
yes. I like it very much… my husband.” The emperor returned the
favor, using his deep brogue to draw the word out and fill it with
warmth.

Oh, Qui-Gon was quite right, that was a
very good title.

Now all that was needed was for the
conspirators to be found and taken care of and he’d be truly happy.

LOVED the twist with Dooku in Burning Bird!! Why does Dooku have the tattoo, and what does it mean for him and his continuing to be a Sith Apprentice?

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“You mean to tell
me that you both planned on this despite it being a longshot? You
risked your unborn babies on the off chance that you were right?”
Jango’s voice ended on a strangled note as even as Anakin tucked
himself more around Obi-Wan’s form, his hands firmly wrapped around
the swell of the other starbirds stomach as if to assure himself via
touch that everything was alright.

Or maybe he was
using the Force to assure himself to the babies health or some sort
of shit like that, damned if Jango honestly knew.

Kenobi, damn him to
all seven pits, simply shrugged and continued drinking his tea as if
he hadn’t just put his babies and himself in danger by having tea
with someone they suspected to be a Sith and to be engineering a
galaxy wide war. “Yes. It was my decision how to handle it. The
Order of the Serenno Star Knights were supposedly extinct just like
Starbirds, however I have long suspected that the Counts and
Countesses of Serenno weren’t as oblivious to the Order as most of
the planet seemed to be.” He hummed and finished off his cup.

The count in
question took a small sip out of his tea, a small, almost
unnoticeable tremble in his hand as he set the cup down on the
saucer.

Yeah, Jango
recognized that at least.

The man never
expected to actually encounter actual starbirds. The very essence of
the almighty Force or some shit as that as far as Jango understood
since these fuckers rose from the ashes of a supernova and didn’t
actually die as much by age as they just rose again and only
darksiders actually could kill them since lightsiders would never
consider killing these mighty space birds.

Or some osik like
that.

Jango wasn’t a
Force user, he had no karking idea what they had been talking about
as it sort of went above his head.

What he did
know was that Kenobi had not only put himself but his unborn children
in danger because he could have been utterly wrong and if Dooku had
reacted any other way, those little children might have died before
they had ever drawn even a breath of air.

The sparks could
have snuffed out before they became fire.

Drawing his hand
over his face, Jango stared at the Jedi over his fingers and wondered
when in karking hell he had started feeling protective over a damn
Jedi.

‘Its the babies.
Its the babies fault, yes, all this talk of little birds and whatnot.
Ugh.’

“He makes me
sleep on the couch if I don’t do as he tells me.” Skywalker
suddenly grumbled, face pressed to the redhead’s neck. “And
sometimes its better to let him do as he wants or he does this thing
where he’s displeased but not upset and its really better to just
do as he says or he pouts and does that thing where you can’t help
but feel guilty even though you know you’re right.” He pressed
apologetic kiss to Kenobi’s neck in an attempt to curry favor
clearly.

It made Jango very
happy about his decision to have a kid cloned for him instead of
getting a lover because if this was the kind of shit they’d pull
than Jango was better off without honestly. No, leave it to him and
Boba.

“The order of the
Star Knights have always belonged to the starbirds since darksiders started to hunt them.” Dooku murmured
quietly, settling his teacup on the saucer as he let out a deep
breath. “Always been sworn to the starbirds until they disappeared
thanks to the Sith who hunted them to extinction. When I returned to
Serenno… I was sworn to it.” He exposed his right wrist where the
bird rising from fire was tattooed onto his skin in black ink. “My
life to the starbirds.” He glanced at Obi-Wan.

‘Bet you never
figured you’d ever meet one.’ Jango thought dryly.

Looking at Kenobi,
Jango understood what the other was thinking.

No one could
account for Kenobi sticking his nose into their business.

“Now…” The
redhead in question set his cup down, letting out a hum as he focused
on Dooku. “I think its about time you told me what was going on.
The truth please since you have sworn yourself to the starbirds
enemy.” Obi-Wan smiled at the man but it wasn’t what Jango would
considered a nice smile, too many teeth.

Clearly Dooku felt
the same way as he paled slightly and tightened his grasp on his own
thighs.

LOVED the twist with Dooku in Burning Bird!! Why does Dooku have the tattoo, and what does it mean for him and his continuing to be a Sith Apprentice?

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“You mean to tell
me that you both planned on this despite it being a longshot? You
risked your unborn babies on the off chance that you were right?”
Jango’s voice ended on a strangled note as even as Anakin tucked
himself more around Obi-Wan’s form, his hands firmly wrapped around
the swell of the other starbirds stomach as if to assure himself via
touch that everything was alright.

Or maybe he was
using the Force to assure himself to the babies health or some sort
of shit like that, damned if Jango honestly knew.

Kenobi, damn him to
all seven pits, simply shrugged and continued drinking his tea as if
he hadn’t just put his babies and himself in danger by having tea
with someone they suspected to be a Sith and to be engineering a
galaxy wide war. “Yes. It was my decision how to handle it. The
Order of the Serenno Star Knights were supposedly extinct just like
Starbirds, however I have long suspected that the Counts and
Countesses of Serenno weren’t as oblivious to the Order as most of
the planet seemed to be.” He hummed and finished off his cup.

The count in
question took a small sip out of his tea, a small, almost
unnoticeable tremble in his hand as he set the cup down on the
saucer.

Yeah, Jango
recognized that at least.

The man never
expected to actually encounter actual starbirds. The very essence of
the almighty Force or some shit as that as far as Jango understood
since these fuckers rose from the ashes of a supernova and didn’t
actually die as much by age as they just rose again and only
darksiders actually could kill them since lightsiders would never
consider killing these mighty space birds.

Or some osik like
that.

Jango wasn’t a
Force user, he had no karking idea what they had been talking about
as it sort of went above his head.

What he did
know was that Kenobi had not only put himself but his unborn children
in danger because he could have been utterly wrong and if Dooku had
reacted any other way, those little children might have died before
they had ever drawn even a breath of air.

The sparks could
have snuffed out before they became fire.

Drawing his hand
over his face, Jango stared at the Jedi over his fingers and wondered
when in karking hell he had started feeling protective over a damn
Jedi.

‘Its the babies.
Its the babies fault, yes, all this talk of little birds and whatnot.
Ugh.’

“He makes me
sleep on the couch if I don’t do as he tells me.” Skywalker
suddenly grumbled, face pressed to the redhead’s neck. “And
sometimes its better to let him do as he wants or he does this thing
where he’s displeased but not upset and its really better to just
do as he says or he pouts and does that thing where you can’t help
but feel guilty even though you know you’re right.” He pressed
apologetic kiss to Kenobi’s neck in an attempt to curry favor
clearly.

It made Jango very
happy about his decision to have a kid cloned for him instead of
getting a lover because if this was the kind of shit they’d pull
than Jango was better off without honestly. No, leave it to him and
Boba.

“The order of the
Star Knights have always belonged to the starbirds since darksiders started to hunt them.” Dooku murmured
quietly, settling his teacup on the saucer as he let out a deep
breath. “Always been sworn to the starbirds until they disappeared
thanks to the Sith who hunted them to extinction. When I returned to
Serenno… I was sworn to it.” He exposed his right wrist where the
bird rising from fire was tattooed onto his skin in black ink. “My
life to the starbirds.” He glanced at Obi-Wan.

‘Bet you never
figured you’d ever meet one.’ Jango thought dryly.

Looking at Kenobi,
Jango understood what the other was thinking.

No one could
account for Kenobi sticking his nose into their business.

“Now…” The
redhead in question set his cup down, letting out a hum as he focused
on Dooku. “I think its about time you told me what was going on.
The truth please since you have sworn yourself to the starbirds
enemy.” Obi-Wan smiled at the man but it wasn’t what Jango would
considered a nice smile, too many teeth.

Clearly Dooku felt
the same way as he paled slightly and tightened his grasp on his own
thighs.

I’m scared what that hand brush over the stomach Obi-Wan did in burningbird, what is his plan!?

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Blowing gently on
the steam rising from his cup, Obi-Wan looked up as the door slid
open to admit the Count himself to the single room that contained a
small table with a tea set on and only two chairs.

“Ah, Count
Dooku.” Obi-Wan stood smoothly, giving a small bow as the man
startled though the only outward sign of his surprise was the twitch
in the pale blue eyes before Dooku returned the bow though he did not
take his eyes off Obi-Wan. “Its a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Obi-Wan said with a genuine smile.

“Indeed.” Was
all the Count said as he stayed by the door for a long moment even as
Obi-Wan sat back down in his chair and lifted the teapot.

“Tea? I’m
afraid I can only offer kamino black since its the only tea they grow
or stock it seems.” Obi-Wan offered in a pleasant tone.

Finally the count
moved closer, nodding as he moved to the chair and sat down, one leg
thrown over the other in an elegant position that impressed on
everyone that he was no old man despite his age. “Please Knight
Kenobi.” He agreed.

“Sugar or milk?”
Obi-Wan continued as he filled up the cup, humming when Dooku shook
his head. “Ah, bare it is. I have to agree on that policy, caff can
be drunk with either in it but tea flavor tends to spoil with milk or
sugar.” He said breezily and set the pot down once the cup was
full, gently pushing the saucer and cup towards the man.

He pretended not to
notice the Count checking the cup over for contamination.

As if Obi-Wan would
waste perfectly decent if a bit too rough and bitter tea but he kept
that opinion to himself as he took a sip of his own finally perfectly
drinkable tempered tea.

When he looked up
again he meet the pale eyes of Yan Dooku once more as the man studied
him closely, a small frown between his brows. “I’m not quite sure
what your plan is here Knight Kenobi, it seems rather odd to ambush
me for with tea in what is obviously an intent to question me.” He
settled on.

Obi-Wan let out a
hum at that, taking another sip but this time keeping his eyes on Yan
too as he finished half the cup and set it down. “I do want to
question you. I would like to know why you have created an army of
slaves to do the bidding of Jedi for a war that has not yet
happened.” He stated.

He didn’t ask, he
had already sussed out what was going on behind the machinations at
work but he just couldn’t figure out the why.

The Serenno count
looked caught between going for his saber or throwing his tea in
Obi-Wan’s face… until Obi-Wan trilled softly at him and the man
froze, staring at Obi-Wan with wide eyes, the still mostly full cup
almost slipping from his fingers.

Slowly he settled
on the cup on the saucer and stood, carefully moving around it to
kneel down beside Obi-Wan’s chair as he slowly reached up to brush
shaking fingertips over Obi-Wan’s cheek that trembled even harder
as it brushed down over the swell of the stomach, Obi-Wan repeating
the trill.

Catching the other
mans right hand, Obi-Wan carefully turned the Dooku’s hand palm up
and pushed the sleeve up to expose the pale skin.

And a little black
bird with its wings spread wide, rising from black fire.

A warm, delighted
thrill escaped Obi-Wan at the sight and on the other side of a
monitor Anakin slumped against.

Their gambit had
worked.

Thank the Force.

I’m scared what that hand brush over the stomach Obi-Wan did in burningbird, what is his plan!?

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Blowing gently on
the steam rising from his cup, Obi-Wan looked up as the door slid
open to admit the Count himself to the single room that contained a
small table with a tea set on and only two chairs.

“Ah, Count
Dooku.” Obi-Wan stood smoothly, giving a small bow as the man
startled though the only outward sign of his surprise was the twitch
in the pale blue eyes before Dooku returned the bow though he did not
take his eyes off Obi-Wan. “Its a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Obi-Wan said with a genuine smile.

“Indeed.” Was
all the Count said as he stayed by the door for a long moment even as
Obi-Wan sat back down in his chair and lifted the teapot.

“Tea? I’m
afraid I can only offer kamino black since its the only tea they grow
or stock it seems.” Obi-Wan offered in a pleasant tone.

Finally the count
moved closer, nodding as he moved to the chair and sat down, one leg
thrown over the other in an elegant position that impressed on
everyone that he was no old man despite his age. “Please Knight
Kenobi.” He agreed.

“Sugar or milk?”
Obi-Wan continued as he filled up the cup, humming when Dooku shook
his head. “Ah, bare it is. I have to agree on that policy, caff can
be drunk with either in it but tea flavor tends to spoil with milk or
sugar.” He said breezily and set the pot down once the cup was
full, gently pushing the saucer and cup towards the man.

He pretended not to
notice the Count checking the cup over for contamination.

As if Obi-Wan would
waste perfectly decent if a bit too rough and bitter tea but he kept
that opinion to himself as he took a sip of his own finally perfectly
drinkable tempered tea.

When he looked up
again he meet the pale eyes of Yan Dooku once more as the man studied
him closely, a small frown between his brows. “I’m not quite sure
what your plan is here Knight Kenobi, it seems rather odd to ambush
me for with tea in what is obviously an intent to question me.” He
settled on.

Obi-Wan let out a
hum at that, taking another sip but this time keeping his eyes on Yan
too as he finished half the cup and set it down. “I do want to
question you. I would like to know why you have created an army of
slaves to do the bidding of Jedi for a war that has not yet
happened.” He stated.

He didn’t ask, he
had already sussed out what was going on behind the machinations at
work but he just couldn’t figure out the why.

The Serenno count
looked caught between going for his saber or throwing his tea in
Obi-Wan’s face… until Obi-Wan trilled softly at him and the man
froze, staring at Obi-Wan with wide eyes, the still mostly full cup
almost slipping from his fingers.

Slowly he settled
on the cup on the saucer and stood, carefully moving around it to
kneel down beside Obi-Wan’s chair as he slowly reached up to brush
shaking fingertips over Obi-Wan’s cheek that trembled even harder
as it brushed down over the swell of the stomach, Obi-Wan repeating
the trill.

Catching the other
mans right hand, Obi-Wan carefully turned the Dooku’s hand palm up
and pushed the sleeve up to expose the pale skin.

And a little black
bird with its wings spread wide, rising from black fire.

A warm, delighted
thrill escaped Obi-Wan at the sight and on the other side of a
monitor Anakin slumped against.

Their gambit had
worked.

Thank the Force.

Oh please tell me ObiWan and his baby isn’t going to get hurt again in Royal protector? Please Moddy?

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Going over the
budgets like Qui-Gon had asked him to, Obi-Wan let out a considering
hum at the current charity funds compared to the military funds. He
wasn’t sure if it was necessary with the current budget to be this
high since they were in a peaceful era at the moment. It could be
lowered with maybe a fifteen percentage with the funds allocated over
to the charity fund instead.

“Lord Kenobi?”

At the voice he
looked up, blinking a bit at the white skinned woman with purple
markings on her face standing in the office door with a tray in hand,
a bland look on her face though she had what Obi-Wan would refer to
as a half mohawk that was quite fetching if he so had to say.

Sitting up, he
smiled at her as he took in the servant of the castle uniform,
ransacking his brain for a name. “Ah, I’m sorry to say miss that
I don’t know your name but please come in.” He greeted when he
drew a blank on a name, confused as he thought he knew every servant
who had access to the royal wings.

Maybe there a few
more had been added since he had been removed from his position as
Lord Protector though.

She curtsied a bit.
“Miss Talzin, at your service. I was told to bring you something
warm to drink as the days are growing more chilly.” She said but
didn’t step inside which had Obi-Wan softening at the uncertainty.

So he gestured for
her to move in, smiling as he did. “Of course, that’s quite
thoughtful honestly. Though I have to ask that its not mead is it?”
He eyed the steaming goblet.

“No my lord.”
Talzin shook her head, taking a few careful steps into the office
towards the desk and carefully settling down the tray. “I believe
its either pear or apple cider. Spiced.” She added as she carefully
lifted the cup onto the desk and then picked up the tray again.

Perking up at that
news, Obi-Wan nodded and reached for the cup, feeling the heat of the
metal as Talzin curtsied and moved towards the door again.

The cup had just
reached Obi-Wan’s lips when the door flew open, hitting the wall
fiercely enough to bounce back, Talzin jumping out of the way as
Ahsoka let a dagger fly from her hand that intercepted Obi-Wan’s
sleeve and jerked the goblet right out of it.

Letting out a
startled yell, Obi-Wan staggered to his feet even as Talzin snarled
and threw the tray at Ahsoka and then turned on her heel, slamming
through the office window even as Anakin came rampaging after Ahsoka
into the office.

Giving a yell of
anger, Ahsoka followed straight after the woman even as Anakin
stopped to rest his hands on his knees for a moment, panting and wild
eyed as he looked from the goblet now on the floor to Obi-Wan and the
dagger he was pulling from his sleeve. “Are you… alright!?” He
panted out, struggling to breath clearly.

“Yes of course I
am, what is going on?” Obi-Wan blinked, startled but feeling the
iron nerves he used to have as Lord Protector slipping back, his
instincts telling him what was going on.

A drink had been
delivered, Ahsoka had intercepted him in drinking it, the ‘servant’
who delivered it had jumped out a window to escape and a prince was
asking Obi-Wan if he was alright.

Assassination
attempt via poison.

Anakin confirmed
that when he managed to straighten up, explaining quickly to him that
Ahsoka had found one of the usual servants dead in the hallway via
the same poison and a quick check in the kitchen had given them all
they needed to know as an unknown servant had told the cooks that she
was ordered by the Emperor to bring a warm drink to Lord Kenobi.

Hand lingering on
his stomach as he contemplated the events, Obi-Wan let out a shaking
breath. “I see.” He settled on, sitting down slowly while letting
the knife rest on the desk, glancing down at the puddle of cider and
the goblet.

The goblet touching
the cider was staining a light green.

‘…I would have
been dead within the hour. And if I survived, the baby wouldn’t
have.’ Obi-Wan noted faintly with his hand covering his stomach
protectivly even as Anakin stared in bemusement at the broken window.

“…Did Ahsoka
jump out the window?” He puzzled out loud.

Obi-Wan snorted,
even as he wearily contemplated who in the kingdom could get their
hands on Mandalorian tuc venom safely.

He could already
feel that it was going to be a long few days if not months.

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Going over the
budgets like Qui-Gon had asked him to, Obi-Wan let out a considering
hum at the current charity funds compared to the military funds. He
wasn’t sure if it was necessary with the current budget to be this
high since they were in a peaceful era at the moment. It could be
lowered with maybe a fifteen percentage with the funds allocated over
to the charity fund instead.

“Lord Kenobi?”

At the voice he
looked up, blinking a bit at the white skinned woman with purple
markings on her face standing in the office door with a tray in hand,
a bland look on her face though she had what Obi-Wan would refer to
as a half mohawk that was quite fetching if he so had to say.

Sitting up, he
smiled at her as he took in the servant of the castle uniform,
ransacking his brain for a name. “Ah, I’m sorry to say miss that
I don’t know your name but please come in.” He greeted when he
drew a blank on a name, confused as he thought he knew every servant
who had access to the royal wings.

Maybe there a few
more had been added since he had been removed from his position as
Lord Protector though.

She curtsied a bit.
“Miss Talzin, at your service. I was told to bring you something
warm to drink as the days are growing more chilly.” She said but
didn’t step inside which had Obi-Wan softening at the uncertainty.

So he gestured for
her to move in, smiling as he did. “Of course, that’s quite
thoughtful honestly. Though I have to ask that its not mead is it?”
He eyed the steaming goblet.

“No my lord.”
Talzin shook her head, taking a few careful steps into the office
towards the desk and carefully settling down the tray. “I believe
its either pear or apple cider. Spiced.” She added as she carefully
lifted the cup onto the desk and then picked up the tray again.

Perking up at that
news, Obi-Wan nodded and reached for the cup, feeling the heat of the
metal as Talzin curtsied and moved towards the door again.

The cup had just
reached Obi-Wan’s lips when the door flew open, hitting the wall
fiercely enough to bounce back, Talzin jumping out of the way as
Ahsoka let a dagger fly from her hand that intercepted Obi-Wan’s
sleeve and jerked the goblet right out of it.

Letting out a
startled yell, Obi-Wan staggered to his feet even as Talzin snarled
and threw the tray at Ahsoka and then turned on her heel, slamming
through the office window even as Anakin came rampaging after Ahsoka
into the office.

Giving a yell of
anger, Ahsoka followed straight after the woman even as Anakin
stopped to rest his hands on his knees for a moment, panting and wild
eyed as he looked from the goblet now on the floor to Obi-Wan and the
dagger he was pulling from his sleeve. “Are you… alright!?” He
panted out, struggling to breath clearly.

“Yes of course I
am, what is going on?” Obi-Wan blinked, startled but feeling the
iron nerves he used to have as Lord Protector slipping back, his
instincts telling him what was going on.

A drink had been
delivered, Ahsoka had intercepted him in drinking it, the ‘servant’
who delivered it had jumped out a window to escape and a prince was
asking Obi-Wan if he was alright.

Assassination
attempt via poison.

Anakin confirmed
that when he managed to straighten up, explaining quickly to him that
Ahsoka had found one of the usual servants dead in the hallway via
the same poison and a quick check in the kitchen had given them all
they needed to know as an unknown servant had told the cooks that she
was ordered by the Emperor to bring a warm drink to Lord Kenobi.

Hand lingering on
his stomach as he contemplated the events, Obi-Wan let out a shaking
breath. “I see.” He settled on, sitting down slowly while letting
the knife rest on the desk, glancing down at the puddle of cider and
the goblet.

The goblet touching
the cider was staining a light green.

‘…I would have
been dead within the hour. And if I survived, the baby wouldn’t
have.’ Obi-Wan noted faintly with his hand covering his stomach
protectivly even as Anakin stared in bemusement at the broken window.

“…Did Ahsoka
jump out the window?” He puzzled out loud.

Obi-Wan snorted,
even as he wearily contemplated who in the kingdom could get their
hands on Mandalorian tuc venom safely.

He could already
feel that it was going to be a long few days if not months.

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“So they’re not
gonna come out as eggs are they? Our little birds that is?”

The question had
Obi-Wan choking on the olive bread he had been busily chewing on,
coughing up bits of crumb and spices as Anakin quickly hit him on the
back rapidly.

And the clone
troopers howled with amusement around them since even they seemed to
have the understanding that Obi-Wan’s babies were not going
to come out as two damn eggs out of Obi-Wan.

“Anakin for Force
sake, no.” Obi-Wan wheezed finally, staring at him with wide
eyes as he rubbed the back of his mouth with his sleeve. “Our
little birds are not going to come out as two eggs, I’ve already
explained this once to Mace when he asked and I know you were
there for it.” He coughed a bit to clear his throat.

Anakin, who had
started to rub gently at his mates back instead, smiled sheepishly.
“I may or may not have been paying attention at the time…” He
confessed.

Staring back with
an expression that looked like he’d sucked on a lemon, Obi-Wan
scoffed. “May not? Honestly Anakin.” He rolled his eyes before
leaning in and pecking the other on the cheek sweetly. “I love you,
but you’re a damn moron.” Obi-Wan said dryly as he picked up his
plate of olive bread that the troopers had been kind enough to supply
him with, Anakin pouting deeply at his mate while sitting beside him
on the couch.

“I have to agree
with Master Kenobi.” Waxer ‘helpfully’ chirped from where he
was sitting beside Boil on the floor as one of the five clones
invited to the quarters to talk to the Jedi.

Well as far as the
kamino knew it was the Jedi reviewing their ‘product’ but details
details, what the kamino’s didn’t know didn’t hurt them.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
had offered them seats only to be waved away as Boil and Waxer took
the floor, the former grinning up at them even as Wolffe, Rex and
Cody took various seats on recliner and chairs.

“They like
sitting on the floor if there isn’t a couch for them. And if Boil
isn’t around then Waxer tends to sit in the oddest of ways.”
Wolffe told them gruffly, rolling his eyes pointedly. “Like that
time we found him on his back on a chair with his legs over the
back.”

Waxer just shrugged
with a grin. “The joke is that I’m supposedly crossed with ha
cat.” He said cheerfully.

Obi-Wan chuckled
quietly at that. “I know there’s been some DNA tampering going on
with all of you but I don’t imagine you’ve been crossed with
anyone?” He tilted his head before lifting his nose and sniffing
pointedly.

“…Can avians
scent things?” Wolffe questioned confusedly.

“Naw… or maybe
what kind of avians they are can?” Rex eyed them speculatively,
frowning a bit as he tried to figure out if Obi-Wan and Anakin could
sniff them out via scents somehow.

Anakin and Obi-Wan
smirked teasingly at them and the blond at least was about to reply
when the supposedly locked door slid open for Jango to quickly step
in, the bounty hunter sporting a serious expression as he ignored the
clones to lock his eyes on the Jedi. “Count Dooku is coming. If you
two have a plan, you better start bloody enacting it right about
now.” He growled out.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
looked at each other, both sporting tight, serious expressions before
Obi-Wan nodded and stood smoothly, brushing down his tunic and
pushing crumbs on the floor. “Yes, we do.” He said calmly, his
fingers lingering on his stomach for a few seconds before dropping
fully. “We have a plan.” Obi-Wan smiled at them.

Clones and
originators sported the same uncertain expression.

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“So they’re not
gonna come out as eggs are they? Our little birds that is?”

The question had
Obi-Wan choking on the olive bread he had been busily chewing on,
coughing up bits of crumb and spices as Anakin quickly hit him on the
back rapidly.

And the clone
troopers howled with amusement around them since even they seemed to
have the understanding that Obi-Wan’s babies were not going
to come out as two damn eggs out of Obi-Wan.

“Anakin for Force
sake, no.” Obi-Wan wheezed finally, staring at him with wide
eyes as he rubbed the back of his mouth with his sleeve. “Our
little birds are not going to come out as two eggs, I’ve already
explained this once to Mace when he asked and I know you were
there for it.” He coughed a bit to clear his throat.

Anakin, who had
started to rub gently at his mates back instead, smiled sheepishly.
“I may or may not have been paying attention at the time…” He
confessed.

Staring back with
an expression that looked like he’d sucked on a lemon, Obi-Wan
scoffed. “May not? Honestly Anakin.” He rolled his eyes before
leaning in and pecking the other on the cheek sweetly. “I love you,
but you’re a damn moron.” Obi-Wan said dryly as he picked up his
plate of olive bread that the troopers had been kind enough to supply
him with, Anakin pouting deeply at his mate while sitting beside him
on the couch.

“I have to agree
with Master Kenobi.” Waxer ‘helpfully’ chirped from where he
was sitting beside Boil on the floor as one of the five clones
invited to the quarters to talk to the Jedi.

Well as far as the
kamino knew it was the Jedi reviewing their ‘product’ but details
details, what the kamino’s didn’t know didn’t hurt them.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
had offered them seats only to be waved away as Boil and Waxer took
the floor, the former grinning up at them even as Wolffe, Rex and
Cody took various seats on recliner and chairs.

“They like
sitting on the floor if there isn’t a couch for them. And if Boil
isn’t around then Waxer tends to sit in the oddest of ways.”
Wolffe told them gruffly, rolling his eyes pointedly. “Like that
time we found him on his back on a chair with his legs over the
back.”

Waxer just shrugged
with a grin. “The joke is that I’m supposedly crossed with ha
cat.” He said cheerfully.

Obi-Wan chuckled
quietly at that. “I know there’s been some DNA tampering going on
with all of you but I don’t imagine you’ve been crossed with
anyone?” He tilted his head before lifting his nose and sniffing
pointedly.

“…Can avians
scent things?” Wolffe questioned confusedly.

“Naw… or maybe
what kind of avians they are can?” Rex eyed them speculatively,
frowning a bit as he tried to figure out if Obi-Wan and Anakin could
sniff them out via scents somehow.

Anakin and Obi-Wan
smirked teasingly at them and the blond at least was about to reply
when the supposedly locked door slid open for Jango to quickly step
in, the bounty hunter sporting a serious expression as he ignored the
clones to lock his eyes on the Jedi. “Count Dooku is coming. If you
two have a plan, you better start bloody enacting it right about
now.” He growled out.

Obi-Wan and Anakin
looked at each other, both sporting tight, serious expressions before
Obi-Wan nodded and stood smoothly, brushing down his tunic and
pushing crumbs on the floor. “Yes, we do.” He said calmly, his
fingers lingering on his stomach for a few seconds before dropping
fully. “We have a plan.” Obi-Wan smiled at them.

Clones and
originators sported the same uncertain expression.

I love unbounded misery, but please tell me Obi-Wan is not going to end up barefoot and pregnant after being raped, because I’m going to scream… #ShoesforObi?

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Rubbing his thumbs
over the arch of Obi-Wan’s rather swollen feet with the cooling
mint oil, Qui-Gon glanced up at the depressed looking omega. “…I’m
sorry you can’t wear your favorite boots Obi-Wan.” He murmured
quietly as the redhead sniffled a bit.

“I just want
things to be as normal, is that so bad?” Obi-Wan muttered,
shivering a bit. “I didn’t want this to happen.” He coughed.

Thumbs slowing down
a bit, Qui-Gon let out a deep sigh. “No Obi-Wan, that’s not bad.
But temporarily you have to make some adjustments to your life, just
until the baby is born.” Qui-Gon rumbled soothingly as he worked
the oil into the warm skin.

Peering at him,
Obi-Wan swallowed. “…You want to ask what happened, don’t you?”
The knight whispered.

Sighing deeply,
Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes, but I’m not going to demand any answers
from you since you’ve been going to the healer appointments
assigned to you. As long as you do that, I won’t ask for anything
else.” He smiled at him.

“…I went into
heat.”

The words punched a
hole in Qui-Gon’s stomach as he sat there in front of Obi-Wan on
the couch, staring up at him as he held the others foot in his numb
hands, Obi-Wan not meeting his gaze as he stared at his folded hands
in his lap instead.

“I forgot to
bring the oral emergency suppressors and I fell hard enough to break
the implant though I wasn’t aware of that until the first stirrings
of heat was already upon me.” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily.

Stroking his thumb
slowly over the heel, Qui-Gon held on for something to ground him.
“…Where were you? When your heat hit?” He rasped out.

“In the smuggler
base.” Obi-Wan rasped out in return, sounding equally as wretched
as Qui-Gon felt at that moment as the alpha clung to the young omega.
“They could smell me the moment I entered and… I don’t really
remember much I have to admit, the unaided heat was pretty strong but
I have flash images of them fighting.” He licked his lips, bringing
his wet gaze slowly to Qui-Gon.

‘He’s ashamed…’
Qui-Gon realized at the broken look in the others eyes, letting out a
low crooning noise of distress as he scented the sour smell the other
was letting out even as he wasn’t sure what the other was ashamed
off since none of this was his fault, not really. “Oh Obi-Wan. I’m
so sorry, I wish I’d been there to look after you…” He rumbled
out before letting go of the others foot to push up on his knees and
reach up, wrapping the other in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” Qui-Gon
repeated as Obi-Wan sniffled into his shoulder.

“Don’t leave me
alone in this?” Obi-Wan hands fisted into his tunic, shaking
against the alpha. “I’m scared Qui-Gon, I never wanted a kit.”
He confessed.

“I know, I know
you didn’t. I’ll look after you. I promise I’ll help you.”
Qui-Gon crooned into his ear, fighting against his own tears.

Behind them the
front door closed quietly without either noticing as Obi-Wan broke
down sobbing against the older alphas shoulder.

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Swallowing heavily,
Anakin set the grocery bags down on the floor beside the quarters
door as his brain buzzed heavily.

Poor Obi-Wan.

Victim to his
biology and those damn sleemo hutt smugglers who had no rights to
touch him at all. Maybe they should be grateful that Obi-Wan had
managed to get away from whoever had managed to claim him without
being bonded to them but Anakin just wished…

Well, there wasn’t
much that could be done now.

Glancing down at
the groceries, Anakin suddenly nodded firmly and went to find Master
Koon since padawans couldn’t leave the temples alone but he was
pretty sure if he was escorted by a council member he would be
allowed to go to a store, and for getting something to comfort
Obi-Wan, he figured the kel dor would be happy to help Anakin.
‘Right, I need cacao, those mint marshmallows and some of that
heavy cream stuff that Obi-Wan likes so much. And I need to pick up
sugar glazed pallium fruits so I can make that fruit dessert mom used
to make when I was upset…’ Anakin set up a mental shopping list.

He was pretty sure
that he couldn’t do much to comfort Obi-Wan now, but a lot of
comfort came from the things around you, like the food and people who
offered care.

Anakin could do
that once Qui-Gon had offered the initial comfort.

He’d be happy to
help Obi-Wan after the first baby steps were taken.