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?

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.

()()()

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.

Bahahahaha the last burning bird!! Jango will probably react waaaayyy differently this time – someone who’s pregnant, and someone who’s protective and angry on behalf of the clones. That’ll be an interesting meeting! Do they meet Cody and Rex now? Two starbirds + those crazy clones. Yes please. Also, poor Yoda. He does NOT need to know about his forever master’s sex life so throughly

“Master Jedi?”
Obi-Wan and Anakin stopped I their soft trill conversation to look at
the kaminoan, a clone trooper behind her with the same military
haircut and standard red clothes as the rest they had seen. Obi-Wan
and Anakin had been instructed to wait in the medical facility that
Anakin guessed were for medical examinations for the any subjects the
kamino decided needed it and that’s what they had done for once,
having a private trill conversation to sooth each other. “This is
one of the troopers trained to human biology, he will be able to
handle any medical emergency you two may need aid for and he has free
access to the storage facilities for anything you two may need.”
She gestured to the one behind her. “CT-6116, aid the Jedi in any
manner they require and then return to your assigned pod.”

“Yes Miss We.”
The trooper bowed to her before turning to the Jedi with a small
smile on his face as the kamino left. “I’ll be happy to assist
you both in any manner I can Master Jedi.”

Trading long
glances, Obi-Wan finally turned to the trooper with a warm smile on
his face. “And we are grateful for that. Do you have a name?” He
asked.

The clone
hesitated.

“Please, we’d
feel more comfortable with a genuine name.” Anakin added, smiling
at him though it was strained.

“I…”

“If you’re
worried about the kaminos hearing, don’t. Anakin has assured
complete privacy of this room.” Obi-Wan gestured to the desk behind
him where a portable disruptor was standing.

At that sight the
clones shoulders slumped with relief before he gave the Jedi a large,
genuine smile. “My name is Kix, that’s what my vode call me.”
He said as he moved closer, tilting his head. “Now what do you
require my assistance for?”

Letting out a hum,
Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin before smiling at Kix. “First I have to
explain that I am not really human, I’m a humanoid with two forms,
one of them human and one of them avian and its for the former of
those forms I require your aid.” He said, moving over to an
examination bed and jumping up on it to settle.

Anakin remained by
the disruptor even though he clearly wanted to follow his mate like
the clone was.

“Depending on
which humanoid species you’re from, I’m not sure I can be of much
help.” Kix said slowly.

“No for this I
think you will manage fine. You see, I might be pregnant.” Obi-Wan
chuckled.

Kix went totally
still, not even blinking or seemingly breathing.

And then he was on
the move, briskly opening drawers. “Right sir, tunic off please.
I’ll raise the bed when I come over but I need the right equipment
to confirm, gloves and some clear medical gel.” The medic listed.

Smiling a bit at
the show of professionalism, Obi-Wan undid his belt and sash, sending
Anakin a calming trill as he hung those to the side so they wouldn’t
get in the way.

“I’m sorry its
going to be a bit cold, the gel that is.” Kix said as he came over
with a trolley full of equipment and gel, smiling ever so slightly at
the Jedi.

Chuckling softly,
Obi-Wan nodded. “That’s fine, I’ve almost lost toes to
frostbite, this won’t be that bad.” He assured.

He still ended up
shrieking when the first gel was rubbed onto his stomach.

()()()

Glaring at the
bounty hunter over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Anakin pointedly wrapped his
arms more around his mate as he snoozed. “I swear if you get even a
step closer…” He trailed off in a threatening little trill.

Jango however held
up his hands. “I’m not gonna touch him. I got strict policies on
pregnant people and kids.” He murmured, eyeing Obi-Wan closely.
“And the clones are saying your… mate-” He seemed to be
searching for the right word. “Is carrying twins.” Jango finished
up.

Huffing a bit,
still watching Jango suspiciously, Anakin finally relented in glaring
to nuzzle the others neck slowly in a comforting touch. “Yes. We
weren’t aware. If we had known, we would never have come here.”
He grumbled into the pale skin as Obi-Wan snorted and squirmed.

Jango watched him
for a long moment before he nodded. “I see. Rest assured than,
you’ll be safe from me at least as long as you both extend the same
courtesy to Boba.”

“We don’t hurt
kids unless they attack us.” Anakin grumbled a bit. At Jango’s
raised eyebrow, the blond sighed. “We once were attacked by feral
kids who wanted to eat us. No one can blame us for survival and we
tried to subdue them first, not kill them.”

Jango blinked.
“…I see.”

Bahahahaha the last burning bird!! Jango will probably react waaaayyy differently this time – someone who’s pregnant, and someone who’s protective and angry on behalf of the clones. That’ll be an interesting meeting! Do they meet Cody and Rex now? Two starbirds + those crazy clones. Yes please. Also, poor Yoda. He does NOT need to know about his forever master’s sex life so throughly

“Master Jedi?”
Obi-Wan and Anakin stopped I their soft trill conversation to look at
the kaminoan, a clone trooper behind her with the same military
haircut and standard red clothes as the rest they had seen. Obi-Wan
and Anakin had been instructed to wait in the medical facility that
Anakin guessed were for medical examinations for the any subjects the
kamino decided needed it and that’s what they had done for once,
having a private trill conversation to sooth each other. “This is
one of the troopers trained to human biology, he will be able to
handle any medical emergency you two may need aid for and he has free
access to the storage facilities for anything you two may need.”
She gestured to the one behind her. “CT-6116, aid the Jedi in any
manner they require and then return to your assigned pod.”

“Yes Miss We.”
The trooper bowed to her before turning to the Jedi with a small
smile on his face as the kamino left. “I’ll be happy to assist
you both in any manner I can Master Jedi.”

Trading long
glances, Obi-Wan finally turned to the trooper with a warm smile on
his face. “And we are grateful for that. Do you have a name?” He
asked.

The clone
hesitated.

“Please, we’d
feel more comfortable with a genuine name.” Anakin added, smiling
at him though it was strained.

“I…”

“If you’re
worried about the kaminos hearing, don’t. Anakin has assured
complete privacy of this room.” Obi-Wan gestured to the desk behind
him where a portable disruptor was standing.

At that sight the
clones shoulders slumped with relief before he gave the Jedi a large,
genuine smile. “My name is Kix, that’s what my vode call me.”
He said as he moved closer, tilting his head. “Now what do you
require my assistance for?”

Letting out a hum,
Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin before smiling at Kix. “First I have to
explain that I am not really human, I’m a humanoid with two forms,
one of them human and one of them avian and its for the former of
those forms I require your aid.” He said, moving over to an
examination bed and jumping up on it to settle.

Anakin remained by
the disruptor even though he clearly wanted to follow his mate like
the clone was.

“Depending on
which humanoid species you’re from, I’m not sure I can be of much
help.” Kix said slowly.

“No for this I
think you will manage fine. You see, I might be pregnant.” Obi-Wan
chuckled.

Kix went totally
still, not even blinking or seemingly breathing.

And then he was on
the move, briskly opening drawers. “Right sir, tunic off please.
I’ll raise the bed when I come over but I need the right equipment
to confirm, gloves and some clear medical gel.” The medic listed.

Smiling a bit at
the show of professionalism, Obi-Wan undid his belt and sash, sending
Anakin a calming trill as he hung those to the side so they wouldn’t
get in the way.

“I’m sorry its
going to be a bit cold, the gel that is.” Kix said as he came over
with a trolley full of equipment and gel, smiling ever so slightly at
the Jedi.

Chuckling softly,
Obi-Wan nodded. “That’s fine, I’ve almost lost toes to
frostbite, this won’t be that bad.” He assured.

He still ended up
shrieking when the first gel was rubbed onto his stomach.

()()()

Glaring at the
bounty hunter over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Anakin pointedly wrapped his
arms more around his mate as he snoozed. “I swear if you get even a
step closer…” He trailed off in a threatening little trill.

Jango however held
up his hands. “I’m not gonna touch him. I got strict policies on
pregnant people and kids.” He murmured, eyeing Obi-Wan closely.
“And the clones are saying your… mate-” He seemed to be
searching for the right word. “Is carrying twins.” Jango finished
up.

Huffing a bit,
still watching Jango suspiciously, Anakin finally relented in glaring
to nuzzle the others neck slowly in a comforting touch. “Yes. We
weren’t aware. If we had known, we would never have come here.”
He grumbled into the pale skin as Obi-Wan snorted and squirmed.

Jango watched him
for a long moment before he nodded. “I see. Rest assured than,
you’ll be safe from me at least as long as you both extend the same
courtesy to Boba.”

“We don’t hurt
kids unless they attack us.” Anakin grumbled a bit. At Jango’s
raised eyebrow, the blond sighed. “We once were attacked by feral
kids who wanted to eat us. No one can blame us for survival and we
tried to subdue them first, not kill them.”

Jango blinked.
“…I see.”

In Unbounded Misery, is Obi-Wan going to let Qui-Gon or anyone ( one of his friends maybe) help him now that he is back at the temple

Walking slowly
towards the quartermaster’s office with Qui-Gon and Anakin
following quietly behind him, Obi-Wan let out a silent breath. Ever
since they came back, Qui-Gon often showed up to help Obi-Wan in any
manner he could, everything from helping him get food into his
cupboard and fridge to cleaning things.

And Anakin too was
catching onto this behavior, helping Obi-Wan clean out the cupboards
on floor level where Obi-Wan had difficulty getting to now with his
larger stomach which the teen had the easiest time even with his
growing stature.

Getting down on his
knees or crouching down could hurt something awful lot now though for
Obi-Wan and somewhere in the back of his mind he was cursing
evolution for its decision in giving them giant ass stomachs.

Why couldn’t they
be like avians and just lay eggs?

Obi-Wan would
happily sit on an egg for a few months if he could avoid this giant
ass stomach!

And the need for
new clothes.

“Ah! Obi-Wan!
I’ve been waiting for you.” Quartermaster Lipetto smiled warmly
at him when he entered the front office of the large storage area for
quartermasters, turning to yell down the rows of clothes and items at
one of the droids in the back. “Buti! Bring up Knight Kenobi’s
items. Now!” She turned back, shaking out her fur. “I wasn’t
sure when you’d arrive so I had it set away into the shelves until
you came so no one would trip over it.”

Smiling a bit as he
moved over to her assigned cubicle slot with the other quartermasters
busy with other Jedi, Obi-Wan nodded. “Apologies, I’ve been kind
of busy…” He trailed off as she waved a large hand.

“Oh no, no, I
know you’ve been busy with medical appointments and all, I didn’t
think you’d be able to come along before late evening time.” She
laughed, nodding to Qui-Gon and Anakin as they entered. “Master
Jinn, padawan Skywalker.” She greeted before smiling at Obi-Wan
once more. “I’m glad to see you brought help, the crate is a bit
heavy and in your current condition you shouldn’t be carrying it
around for a longer period of time.” Lipetto said softly.

Giving her a
strained smile, Obi-Wan nodded before stepping back as she opened her
cubicle door so Buti could step out with the crate.

It didn’t look
too heavy, being about knee height but Qui-Gon gave a deep grunt when
he lifted it from the droids arms so Obi-Wan knew it had to have some
weight.

“Everything I
need is in it than?” He questioned while accepting a pad from
Lipetto.

“Oh yes, but read
through this to see that the list is complete and then write off on
it.” She nodded.

Scanning through
it, Obi-Wan let out a little hum as he saw the list of tunics,
leggings, slippers and so on.

He frowned when he
reached the end. “Where are the boots?” He questioned in
confusion.

Lipetto gave him a
look. “I did see that on the list but you can’t be serious
Obi-Wan. Your ankles will be swollen for several months to come,
wearing boots will not be a-”

“I want boots.”
Obi-Wan said firmly, the Knight and Quartermaster staring at each
other.

Finally she sighed
and nodded. “I’ll see if I can find some soft leather ankle boots
for you. With very little heel.” She resigned.

Knowing that was
the best he could get, Obi-Wan nodded before writing off on the
order. “Thank you.” Obi-Wan said quietly, feeling contrite since
he knew they were only trying to look after him but…

It was still his
life, the baby growing in him shouldn’t change everything.

He had to make so
many adjustment because of this, let him at least have something…
if only for the sake of his pride.

Letting out a
little meep and a flinch when Anakin touched his elbow, Obi-Wan
looked down at the blond in surprise as he smiled up at Obi-Wan.
“Ani?”

“We should go
back to your quarter, get your stuff set away and make some lunch.”
The blond explained, still holding onto Obi-Wan’s arm.

“Oh, right.
Master Qui-Gon can’t stand there holding the crate… yes, lets
go.” He nodded, letting Anakin slowly guide him out and therefor
not seeing Qui-Gon give Lipetto a significant look that had the
quartermaster sighing in relief at the Jedi master obvious intent on
talking to Obi-Wan about the boots.

With that over, he
followed his former and current padawan out.

In Unbounded Misery, is Obi-Wan going to let Qui-Gon or anyone ( one of his friends maybe) help him now that he is back at the temple

Walking slowly
towards the quartermaster’s office with Qui-Gon and Anakin
following quietly behind him, Obi-Wan let out a silent breath. Ever
since they came back, Qui-Gon often showed up to help Obi-Wan in any
manner he could, everything from helping him get food into his
cupboard and fridge to cleaning things.

And Anakin too was
catching onto this behavior, helping Obi-Wan clean out the cupboards
on floor level where Obi-Wan had difficulty getting to now with his
larger stomach which the teen had the easiest time even with his
growing stature.

Getting down on his
knees or crouching down could hurt something awful lot now though for
Obi-Wan and somewhere in the back of his mind he was cursing
evolution for its decision in giving them giant ass stomachs.

Why couldn’t they
be like avians and just lay eggs?

Obi-Wan would
happily sit on an egg for a few months if he could avoid this giant
ass stomach!

And the need for
new clothes.

“Ah! Obi-Wan!
I’ve been waiting for you.” Quartermaster Lipetto smiled warmly
at him when he entered the front office of the large storage area for
quartermasters, turning to yell down the rows of clothes and items at
one of the droids in the back. “Buti! Bring up Knight Kenobi’s
items. Now!” She turned back, shaking out her fur. “I wasn’t
sure when you’d arrive so I had it set away into the shelves until
you came so no one would trip over it.”

Smiling a bit as he
moved over to her assigned cubicle slot with the other quartermasters
busy with other Jedi, Obi-Wan nodded. “Apologies, I’ve been kind
of busy…” He trailed off as she waved a large hand.

“Oh no, no, I
know you’ve been busy with medical appointments and all, I didn’t
think you’d be able to come along before late evening time.” She
laughed, nodding to Qui-Gon and Anakin as they entered. “Master
Jinn, padawan Skywalker.” She greeted before smiling at Obi-Wan
once more. “I’m glad to see you brought help, the crate is a bit
heavy and in your current condition you shouldn’t be carrying it
around for a longer period of time.” Lipetto said softly.

Giving her a
strained smile, Obi-Wan nodded before stepping back as she opened her
cubicle door so Buti could step out with the crate.

It didn’t look
too heavy, being about knee height but Qui-Gon gave a deep grunt when
he lifted it from the droids arms so Obi-Wan knew it had to have some
weight.

“Everything I
need is in it than?” He questioned while accepting a pad from
Lipetto.

“Oh yes, but read
through this to see that the list is complete and then write off on
it.” She nodded.

Scanning through
it, Obi-Wan let out a little hum as he saw the list of tunics,
leggings, slippers and so on.

He frowned when he
reached the end. “Where are the boots?” He questioned in
confusion.

Lipetto gave him a
look. “I did see that on the list but you can’t be serious
Obi-Wan. Your ankles will be swollen for several months to come,
wearing boots will not be a-”

“I want boots.”
Obi-Wan said firmly, the Knight and Quartermaster staring at each
other.

Finally she sighed
and nodded. “I’ll see if I can find some soft leather ankle boots
for you. With very little heel.” She resigned.

Knowing that was
the best he could get, Obi-Wan nodded before writing off on the
order. “Thank you.” Obi-Wan said quietly, feeling contrite since
he knew they were only trying to look after him but…

It was still his
life, the baby growing in him shouldn’t change everything.

He had to make so
many adjustment because of this, let him at least have something…
if only for the sake of his pride.

Letting out a
little meep and a flinch when Anakin touched his elbow, Obi-Wan
looked down at the blond in surprise as he smiled up at Obi-Wan.
“Ani?”

“We should go
back to your quarter, get your stuff set away and make some lunch.”
The blond explained, still holding onto Obi-Wan’s arm.

“Oh, right.
Master Qui-Gon can’t stand there holding the crate… yes, lets
go.” He nodded, letting Anakin slowly guide him out and therefor
not seeing Qui-Gon give Lipetto a significant look that had the
quartermaster sighing in relief at the Jedi master obvious intent on
talking to Obi-Wan about the boots.

With that over, he
followed his former and current padawan out.

For Burning Bird (sorry, I know you did just post one), does Obi end up pregnant, does he have morning sickness? How many is he having just one, twins, or triplets. Who ended up finding the clones? If it’s Anakin, does he ask Jango for parenting advice?

Its been weeks since Skywalker’s
promotion to Jedi Knight, weeks since Kenobi started to trill at him
with bedroom eyes and weeks since things finally started to go as
back to normal as it could around the two Starbirds.

They’ve even gone back to mission,
some together but most of them not.

Its almost normal one could argue…

If it wasn’t for the creepy way the
Chancellor himself seems to try and get the attention of said
Starbirds or how Skywalker keeps patting at an exasperated but
smiling Kenobi’s stomach hopefully.

But outside of that things are as
normal as the temple can be.

Which includes war, greed, people
trying to take advantage of each other and so on and so forth where
Jedi are needed to intervene and preserve some kind of peace. Reports
of pirate activity, smugglers and spice rings which they all go to
and from.

A few months after the first trill
change, Jedi once again notice Kenobi trilling softly at Skywalker in
the hallways, seemingly dancing away from him before breaking out in
delighted peals laugh and running with the blond hot on his tail
towards the quarters.

No one but the youngest are ignorant to
what is going on though they are doing their best to try and ignore
what’s going on because honestly, most don’t want to imagine
those two getting hot and heavy regardless how handsome they both
are.

And Skywalker likes to mark.

There is nary a day in the temple when
Kenobi doesn’t carry a new mark from Skywalker when they are both
there and Kenobi seems to delight in them.

And life goes on.

()()()

“…I’m sorry what?”
Qui-Gon stared at his two former padawan where he sat in his council
seat where he had finally been convinced to sit in by the council
after many years.

“We’ve
found a cloned army that has apparently been commissioned by the Jedi
order or so is the impression the Kamino’s have.” Obi-Wan
repeated for all of them, lips pursed.

Anakin
was glowering. “Clone army? that’s a slave
army. Did you see those kids with the helmets Obi-Wan? Being indoctrinated that’s
what they are.” He snarled and only slightly calmed down when his
mate gently touched his elbow.

“I know Anakin
but we need to keep a cool head through this.” Obi-Wan murmured
with care.

The
council watched the older starbird take a sharp and deep breath
before he gave a sharp nod. “Forgive me mate but this… this is
highly unethical on so many levels I can barely comprehend it and its
dangerous. Dangerous in the fact that there exists a slave army that
the people will assume the Jedi ordered and dangerous because someone
did order it. And they
can’t have good designs on the army or the fact that they are
handing it into the Jedi’s hands.” He scowled.

There
was quiet for a long moment before Yoda spoke. “Look into it you
two will have to, quietly observe and gather information.” He
sighed before focusing a fearsome scowl that took everyone aback as
he focused on Obi-Wan once more. “And careful you
will be.” He jabbed his cane towards Obi-Wan’s hologram. “Or
chew my cane to pieces I shall.”

Puzzled looking,
Obi-Wan shifted on his feet. “Master Yoda?” He blinked.

“Not
master Yoda me you shall, SEE
you I do. Curved your belly is.” Yoda huffed loudly before shaking
his head. “Aware you must be, careful
you have to be.” Yoda
grumbled.

Anakin,
who had been bemusedly watching Yoda’s
little hissy fit suddenly
snapped his head to his mate to stare at him with wide eyes. “You
told me you were just having the flu bug!” He yelped.

“That’s
what I thought!” Obi-Wan argued, hands held up in placation before
dropping them to his stomach, pressing lightly. “Or… I didn’t
think… I mean… Oh dear.” Obi-Wan huffed out before trilling
quietly to himself as his
brows furrowed in worry.

“Mate?”
Anakin hands fluttered towards him before focusing on the Council.
“We’ll report back with any eventual findings we have. But at the
moment I believe I will be speaking with the kaminos about a
potential medic they have…”

Mace,
reluctantly but all too aware of how pale Obi-Wan looked even over
holo, nodded. “Dismissed, contact us again as soon as possible
knight Skywalker and Kenobi.”
He rumbled.

Both Jedi bowed,
Obi-Wan’s hands still pressed to his stomach and Anakin’s on the
mans elbow as support before the hologram cut out.

For
several long minutes no one said anything before Yoda sighed loudly
and started to chew on his cane, grumbling to himself. “To sober I
am for this.” Yoda mumbled
and continued chewing.

“…I
don’t wanna know.” Depa finally resigned to herself, rubbing her
face while huffing even as the entire council was quite aware that
Yoda’s cane was made from gimer bush.

“I need a drink.”
Qui-Gon mumbled to the agreement of most of the council.

For Burning Bird (sorry, I know you did just post one), does Obi end up pregnant, does he have morning sickness? How many is he having just one, twins, or triplets. Who ended up finding the clones? If it’s Anakin, does he ask Jango for parenting advice?

Its been weeks since Skywalker’s
promotion to Jedi Knight, weeks since Kenobi started to trill at him
with bedroom eyes and weeks since things finally started to go as
back to normal as it could around the two Starbirds.

They’ve even gone back to mission,
some together but most of them not.

Its almost normal one could argue…

If it wasn’t for the creepy way the
Chancellor himself seems to try and get the attention of said
Starbirds or how Skywalker keeps patting at an exasperated but
smiling Kenobi’s stomach hopefully.

But outside of that things are as
normal as the temple can be.

Which includes war, greed, people
trying to take advantage of each other and so on and so forth where
Jedi are needed to intervene and preserve some kind of peace. Reports
of pirate activity, smugglers and spice rings which they all go to
and from.

A few months after the first trill
change, Jedi once again notice Kenobi trilling softly at Skywalker in
the hallways, seemingly dancing away from him before breaking out in
delighted peals laugh and running with the blond hot on his tail
towards the quarters.

No one but the youngest are ignorant to
what is going on though they are doing their best to try and ignore
what’s going on because honestly, most don’t want to imagine
those two getting hot and heavy regardless how handsome they both
are.

And Skywalker likes to mark.

There is nary a day in the temple when
Kenobi doesn’t carry a new mark from Skywalker when they are both
there and Kenobi seems to delight in them.

And life goes on.

()()()

“…I’m sorry what?”
Qui-Gon stared at his two former padawan where he sat in his council
seat where he had finally been convinced to sit in by the council
after many years.

“We’ve
found a cloned army that has apparently been commissioned by the Jedi
order or so is the impression the Kamino’s have.” Obi-Wan
repeated for all of them, lips pursed.

Anakin
was glowering. “Clone army? that’s a slave
army. Did you see those kids with the helmets Obi-Wan? Being indoctrinated that’s
what they are.” He snarled and only slightly calmed down when his
mate gently touched his elbow.

“I know Anakin
but we need to keep a cool head through this.” Obi-Wan murmured
with care.

The
council watched the older starbird take a sharp and deep breath
before he gave a sharp nod. “Forgive me mate but this… this is
highly unethical on so many levels I can barely comprehend it and its
dangerous. Dangerous in the fact that there exists a slave army that
the people will assume the Jedi ordered and dangerous because someone
did order it. And they
can’t have good designs on the army or the fact that they are
handing it into the Jedi’s hands.” He scowled.

There
was quiet for a long moment before Yoda spoke. “Look into it you
two will have to, quietly observe and gather information.” He
sighed before focusing a fearsome scowl that took everyone aback as
he focused on Obi-Wan once more. “And careful you
will be.” He jabbed his cane towards Obi-Wan’s hologram. “Or
chew my cane to pieces I shall.”

Puzzled looking,
Obi-Wan shifted on his feet. “Master Yoda?” He blinked.

“Not
master Yoda me you shall, SEE
you I do. Curved your belly is.” Yoda huffed loudly before shaking
his head. “Aware you must be, careful
you have to be.” Yoda
grumbled.

Anakin,
who had been bemusedly watching Yoda’s
little hissy fit suddenly
snapped his head to his mate to stare at him with wide eyes. “You
told me you were just having the flu bug!” He yelped.

“That’s
what I thought!” Obi-Wan argued, hands held up in placation before
dropping them to his stomach, pressing lightly. “Or… I didn’t
think… I mean… Oh dear.” Obi-Wan huffed out before trilling
quietly to himself as his
brows furrowed in worry.

“Mate?”
Anakin hands fluttered towards him before focusing on the Council.
“We’ll report back with any eventual findings we have. But at the
moment I believe I will be speaking with the kaminos about a
potential medic they have…”

Mace,
reluctantly but all too aware of how pale Obi-Wan looked even over
holo, nodded. “Dismissed, contact us again as soon as possible
knight Skywalker and Kenobi.”
He rumbled.

Both Jedi bowed,
Obi-Wan’s hands still pressed to his stomach and Anakin’s on the
mans elbow as support before the hologram cut out.

For
several long minutes no one said anything before Yoda sighed loudly
and started to chew on his cane, grumbling to himself. “To sober I
am for this.” Yoda mumbled
and continued chewing.

“…I
don’t wanna know.” Depa finally resigned to herself, rubbing her
face while huffing even as the entire council was quite aware that
Yoda’s cane was made from gimer bush.

“I need a drink.”
Qui-Gon mumbled to the agreement of most of the council.

Sweet as sugar- the boys become bond mates. Do they do it with or without the Council’s permission? Maybe Obi is uber fertile (not multiples. He just gets pregnant easily).

Its not
intentional, they both swear it up and down and to the Force and are
even willing to let the Council peek into their memories and review
them if their word is not good enough and its finally that which
convinces the Council to sit back as even Skywalker is loudly
declaring that he’s willing to let them into his mind to see the
event.

But regardless how
one looked at it, a padawan and master was now mated and bonded.

And even that was
the lesser concern as Kenobi was assuredly pregnant even as the omega
himself denied the chance as he loudly proclaimed he was an older
omega with few fertile years and how can one round, vigorous
yes but still one, of mating lead to a child so quickly?

Of course he
finally shuts up when the healers show him the proof but the alphas
already knew, could smell it on him.

So now they have a
pregnant omega master that’s bonded to his padawan while still in
mid-mission.

“Just… how did
this happen?” Mace sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose to
ward off the headache. “As far as I’m aware Obi-Wan-” The use
of his name was noted which quietly provided relief to Obi-Wan as his
shoulders slumped with the assurance that he was not going to get
thrown on his ass with Anakin. “Your heat cycle is two months out
still as you keep a regular control of it and strict during mission.”

Giving a helpless
little shrug, Obi-Wan did confirm that yes, his next heat was two
months out really. “I shouldn’t have gone into heat but whoever
was working with Zam Wesell was well prepared and knew how to
distract an alpha and omega pair.” He murmured quietly, his face
flushing up as the council caught onto the implication.

“Are you implying
you were drugged?” Plo leaned forward sharply, staring at Obi-Wan.

“Master was hit
with a saberdart.” Anakin jumped in quickly, pulling a holo display
from his belt and showing the council the holo of it. “As you can
see, this is a triangle durasteel saberdart with a fluid reservoir at
its base. It doesn’t have a big capacity but depending on what its
containing, you don’t really need much.” He explained to them.

“I was hit.”
Obi-Wan reached up to rub his neck gingerly as it had quite hurt when
it jammed in. “After that my memories get… fuzzy. Anakin had to
take charge as what was in the dart sent me spiraling into a heat
that scorched me and I really don’t have any memories of what
transpired.” And hadn’t that been scary to realize.

Usually he was able
to control himself during heat, respond and remember to eat and drink
but whatever had been in that dart had reduced him to the very basic
instinct of need.

Nodding a bit,
Anakin settled the device back to his belt. “I managed to get
Master back to our room but… I have no idea what serum that was but
it affected me too. Master has always smelled the best to me but what
happened to his scent when that thing interacted with him was beyond
even him in full blown heat. If I may be so bold Council members, I
would suggest trying to trace the origin of this because that? That
was dangerous to me but especially to any omega hit with it. It was
only luck that there were no other alphas around to challenge me at
the time because that would have devolved into a full on and bloody
fight with potential death I fear.” He finished up, going quiet as
the council members traded looks and mental conversations.

After a while Yoda
finally spoke up. “Unfortunate this situation is but understanding
the Council is that out of control the situation became by outside
influences. However, remain on the mission I worry you should not be
anymore.” Yoda stroked his chin.

Normally Anakin
would be outraged but…

He glanced at his
mate, at Obi-Wan’s calm face before taking a deep breath to take in
the scent of pregnant omega.

No, they shouldn’t
be on the Naboo mission anymore.

It may not have
been planned and a bit unfortunate in timing but Anakin had his mate
and his kit to think of now. They should not be on this mission
anymore.

There was a
scattered murmuring of the rest of the Council agreeing one by one
before Obi-Wan cleared his throat to catch their attention once more.
“If I may suggest someone to take over for us since we are being
removed from the mission?” He glanced at at the council and relaxed
when there were nods. “I would suggest Master Luminara as she is
skilled. Paired with Quinlan Vos, she and he would be an unstoppable
Force that would keep the Senator safe quite well.” He smiled.

Rubbing his chin,
Mace finally inclined his head. “We will take that under
consideration. For the moment Knight Iivana is guarding the Senator
temporarily. You will both return to the apartment too, to fetch your
items and then return to the temple as from here on you are both
taken off active duty roster as it would not due to send you out
anymore Obi-Wan and you will have other duties in the temple instead
or maybe some of the less risky missions. Your padawan can focus on
his tests and maybe potential trials in the mean time.”

Both bowed,
recognizing that they were being dismissed.

Once outside and
the doors were closed, Anakin turned to his mate and master with a
grin. “Overall I think that went pretty well.”

Obi-Wan snorted,
lightly thumbing his stomach. “Indeed.” Was all he offered. 

Sweet as sugar- the boys become bond mates. Do they do it with or without the Council’s permission? Maybe Obi is uber fertile (not multiples. He just gets pregnant easily).

Its not
intentional, they both swear it up and down and to the Force and are
even willing to let the Council peek into their memories and review
them if their word is not good enough and its finally that which
convinces the Council to sit back as even Skywalker is loudly
declaring that he’s willing to let them into his mind to see the
event.

But regardless how
one looked at it, a padawan and master was now mated and bonded.

And even that was
the lesser concern as Kenobi was assuredly pregnant even as the omega
himself denied the chance as he loudly proclaimed he was an older
omega with few fertile years and how can one round, vigorous
yes but still one, of mating lead to a child so quickly?

Of course he
finally shuts up when the healers show him the proof but the alphas
already knew, could smell it on him.

So now they have a
pregnant omega master that’s bonded to his padawan while still in
mid-mission.

“Just… how did
this happen?” Mace sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose to
ward off the headache. “As far as I’m aware Obi-Wan-” The use
of his name was noted which quietly provided relief to Obi-Wan as his
shoulders slumped with the assurance that he was not going to get
thrown on his ass with Anakin. “Your heat cycle is two months out
still as you keep a regular control of it and strict during mission.”

Giving a helpless
little shrug, Obi-Wan did confirm that yes, his next heat was two
months out really. “I shouldn’t have gone into heat but whoever
was working with Zam Wesell was well prepared and knew how to
distract an alpha and omega pair.” He murmured quietly, his face
flushing up as the council caught onto the implication.

“Are you implying
you were drugged?” Plo leaned forward sharply, staring at Obi-Wan.

“Master was hit
with a saberdart.” Anakin jumped in quickly, pulling a holo display
from his belt and showing the council the holo of it. “As you can
see, this is a triangle durasteel saberdart with a fluid reservoir at
its base. It doesn’t have a big capacity but depending on what its
containing, you don’t really need much.” He explained to them.

“I was hit.”
Obi-Wan reached up to rub his neck gingerly as it had quite hurt when
it jammed in. “After that my memories get… fuzzy. Anakin had to
take charge as what was in the dart sent me spiraling into a heat
that scorched me and I really don’t have any memories of what
transpired.” And hadn’t that been scary to realize.

Usually he was able
to control himself during heat, respond and remember to eat and drink
but whatever had been in that dart had reduced him to the very basic
instinct of need.

Nodding a bit,
Anakin settled the device back to his belt. “I managed to get
Master back to our room but… I have no idea what serum that was but
it affected me too. Master has always smelled the best to me but what
happened to his scent when that thing interacted with him was beyond
even him in full blown heat. If I may be so bold Council members, I
would suggest trying to trace the origin of this because that? That
was dangerous to me but especially to any omega hit with it. It was
only luck that there were no other alphas around to challenge me at
the time because that would have devolved into a full on and bloody
fight with potential death I fear.” He finished up, going quiet as
the council members traded looks and mental conversations.

After a while Yoda
finally spoke up. “Unfortunate this situation is but understanding
the Council is that out of control the situation became by outside
influences. However, remain on the mission I worry you should not be
anymore.” Yoda stroked his chin.

Normally Anakin
would be outraged but…

He glanced at his
mate, at Obi-Wan’s calm face before taking a deep breath to take in
the scent of pregnant omega.

No, they shouldn’t
be on the Naboo mission anymore.

It may not have
been planned and a bit unfortunate in timing but Anakin had his mate
and his kit to think of now. They should not be on this mission
anymore.

There was a
scattered murmuring of the rest of the Council agreeing one by one
before Obi-Wan cleared his throat to catch their attention once more.
“If I may suggest someone to take over for us since we are being
removed from the mission?” He glanced at at the council and relaxed
when there were nods. “I would suggest Master Luminara as she is
skilled. Paired with Quinlan Vos, she and he would be an unstoppable
Force that would keep the Senator safe quite well.” He smiled.

Rubbing his chin,
Mace finally inclined his head. “We will take that under
consideration. For the moment Knight Iivana is guarding the Senator
temporarily. You will both return to the apartment too, to fetch your
items and then return to the temple as from here on you are both
taken off active duty roster as it would not due to send you out
anymore Obi-Wan and you will have other duties in the temple instead
or maybe some of the less risky missions. Your padawan can focus on
his tests and maybe potential trials in the mean time.”

Both bowed,
recognizing that they were being dismissed.

Once outside and
the doors were closed, Anakin turned to his mate and master with a
grin. “Overall I think that went pretty well.”

Obi-Wan snorted,
lightly thumbing his stomach. “Indeed.” Was all he offered. 

I hope you have a wonderful break! When you’re back, could we possibly check on Royal Protector? How’s Anakin handling the drastic changes? What happens when Qui-Gon brings his bow showing lover to court???

Thumbing the pages
slowly, Qui-Gon finally let out a deep rumble. “I believe
everything has been arranged then for our wedding.” He said,
looking up to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes across the desk as Obi-Wan had
his own fold of papers. “Unless something is amiss on your end?”
He added.

Letting out a
considering hum, Obi-Wan tilted his head. “It doesn’t seem so,
there are the usual objections to our marriage of course, none of
them to serious to give attention to really, a few petitions for
invites from the lesser houses that didn’t get first rights, some
offers from the same houses to try and further their positions…”
He trailed off, raising his brows a bit with a small smile. “Some
of my former shield brothers and sisters asking for invites and
considering they were the first family I had, I would like to extend
invitation to them honestly.” Obi-Wan looked up at his Emperor and
love. “If you allow it of course that is.”

Smiling softly,
Qui-Gon stood and moved around the desk, pressing a soft kiss to
Obi-Wan’s cheek. “This is your wedding as much as mine. Invite
who you want.” He assured quietly, heart shattering lightly as he
knew that Obi-Wan had no family to call on to stand at his side for
the wedding.

Shield sisters and
brothers would do the trick though.

Chosen family.

“Anything else?”
He murmured fondly.

Setting the papers
down, Obi-Wan gave a deep sigh. “Not that I can think of though I
am a bit upset I will have to use a wedding robe.” He pouted up at
Qui-Gon.

“Well, there is a
reason for that.” The Emperor pointed out, letting one large hand
rest on the swell of the others stomach with a grin and oh he
remembered the furor the nobles had been in when he had announced
both the arrival of a new child to the royal line and his marriage to
the now former Lord Protector.

There had been
outrage, many rejection but they had both borne it gracefully in
public… in private they held each other and soothed the hurts from
the day and loved the growth of their child. Anakin too had spent
time with his hand on the stomach, staring at it with wide eyes as if
expecting the child to kick.

It had caused
Obi-Wan to laugh and explain that it would still be months until that
would happen which had gained them a pouting Anakin who still decided
he was talking to his little sibling as much as he was allowed before
he snuck off with the knights and Ahsoka to go and enjoy the day. Or
he’d not as much sneak off as just go and see Padme when she was
visiting, taking Ahsoka with to help her learn the etiquette she
needed.

“I still can’t
believe how Lord Mace broke down cackling in the great hall.”
Obi-Wan suddenly chuckled warmly.

Smirking a bit,
Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to his beloveds cheek. “Oh you know
Mace, he enjoys a good shock to the other nobles once in a while.”
He winked as Obi-Wan let out a laugh of delight, nodding in agreement
even as he returned to his papers on their wedding.

Just two months to
wait and there would be a royal wedding…

Now if only the
assassins could be caught, they had their suspicions, Tarkin high on
the list but no concrete evidence… not yet.

Unknown to the
happy couple a hissed conversation was held in another part of the
castle.

“The bastard
child can not be allowed to take a breath. The young prince is naive,
will need guidance but to get control of him the Emperor, lord
Protector and the illegitimate runt will need to be out of the way.”

“Of course my
lord. I will handle it with more care this time… the bastard child
will not draw breath.”