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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???

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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.”

Omg please continue unboundedmisery!! Do we get to know what happened to obi-wan? How does qui gon react?

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When he had told
Obi-Wan that he had much to learn, Qui-Gon had meant about the
galaxy, about the sprawling blanket of worlds all over that just
couldn’t be learned from a person but with age and experience.
Because Qui-Gon had taught him as much as he could and Obi-Wan was a
wonderful Jedi with some personal faults and a skilled duelist.

Qui-Gon hadn’t
meant to hurt him.

But that was what
he had.

He had hurt his
former padawan badly and done wrong by him.

And when what they
had both believed to be Qui-Gon’s last words had been purely about
Anakin, making Obi-Wan very unfairly promise to train the energetic
boy…

Well that had been
the last straw apparently as Obi-Wan had quietly looked at him when
he woke p after the Naboo debacle, bowed to him while thanking
Qui-Gon for training him and placed his severed braid in a newly
awake Qui-Gon’s hand before leaving with a bag slung over his
shoulder for his first lonesome mission out into the wide galaxy that
had so much to teach the young omega.

And that had been
the last time they had spoken in two years.

Two years of only
seeing Obi-Wan across rooms, two years of seeing flashes of red hair
at the corner of his eyes, two years of training Anakin and listening
to the reputation of the young knight he had trained and knowing that
he deserved none of the praise given his way for how good Obi-Wan
was.

Obi-Wan had made
himself into a great knight, not Qui-Gon.

But now Qui-Gon’s
heart is breaking once more and he wishes he had pushed.

Because Obi-Wan is
pregnant and if only Qui-Gon had been there, maybe…

‘Who says you
could have saved him?’ Qui-Gon clenched his eyes shut, pressing the
heel of his hand to an eye. ‘You may have been guilty if you had
been there of it was unexpected heat. And if Obi-Wan couldn’t save
himself, whose to say you could have?’ He let out a shuddering
breath.

So many scenarios
had run through his mind since Yoda had contacted him. Everything
from unexpected heat, forced heat to a forced encounter outside of
heat as Qui-Gon was quite aware that Obi-Wan was a very fertile
omega.

When he was still
the redhead’s master he had been briefed to Obi-Wan conditions at
all time, to keep him safe, to make sure that no alphas got around
the teenager when he’d go into heat as no one wanted anything to
happen to Obi-Wan.

But alone something
had happened to Obi-Wan.

And he was now in
the condition everyone had been trying to spare him from.

‘My poor
Obi-Wan…’ He fought against a sob that wanted to escape his
throat.

He might have
broken down if Anakin hadn’t opted to speak up at that moment.

“Master?”

Removing his hand,
Qui-Gon looked tiredly at the blond, giving him a small but friendly
smile as the teenager peered back at him seriously from the pilot
chair. “Yes padawan?”

“We’re just
about to land, you might want to buckle in.” Anakin said softly.

“Ah, thank you
Anakin.” Buckling in as told, Qui-Gon tried to blank his mind out
once more, to let go of his emotions even as he noticed Anakin taking
them in smoothly to the temple with a careful landing as the
wonderful pilot the boy naturally was.

‘Now to find
Obi-Wan…’

It proved not to be
to difficult as Qui-Gon found the knight in his favorite meditation
spot in the water garden of the temple, sitting close to the pool as
usual. He wasn’t meditating though, no Obi-Wan was just sitting
there with his feet in the water while staring at it blankly, his
robes tucked around him, something Obi-Wan normally never wore inside
the temple unless he was intent on leaving or had to show up in a
meeting.

But even with the
robes on, it was clear what was going on, the bulge of his stomach
pressing gently against the fabric.

‘About…four
months I’d wager. Oh Obi-Wan, why didn’t you tell anyone?’
Qui-Gon wondered as his heart pounded painfully against his ribs.

Taking a deep
breath for bravery, Qui-Gon slowly made his way towards the younger
man he had not spoken to in two years, terrified he was going to mess
it up once more as he knelt down beside the redhead and sat on his
heels.

They sat in silence
for a stage of time before Obi-Wan finally sighed and looked at him,
his face worn and his expression oh so painfully lost. “What do you
want Master Jinn?” He mumbled.

“Only to offer
comfort and support to someone I have failed for too long.” Qui-Gon
answered, saddened to hear the formality but expecting it none the
less.

He got no answer to
that as Obi-Wan went back to looking at the water.

Taking his cue from
the other, Qui-Gon settled in to patiently wait for as long as needed
even though his knees already hurt, until either Obi-Wan told him to
leave or spoke to him with the water rushing quietly in the pond
Obi-Wan had his feet in.

Omg please continue unboundedmisery!! Do we get to know what happened to obi-wan? How does qui gon react?

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When he had told
Obi-Wan that he had much to learn, Qui-Gon had meant about the
galaxy, about the sprawling blanket of worlds all over that just
couldn’t be learned from a person but with age and experience.
Because Qui-Gon had taught him as much as he could and Obi-Wan was a
wonderful Jedi with some personal faults and a skilled duelist.

Qui-Gon hadn’t
meant to hurt him.

But that was what
he had.

He had hurt his
former padawan badly and done wrong by him.

And when what they
had both believed to be Qui-Gon’s last words had been purely about
Anakin, making Obi-Wan very unfairly promise to train the energetic
boy…

Well that had been
the last straw apparently as Obi-Wan had quietly looked at him when
he woke p after the Naboo debacle, bowed to him while thanking
Qui-Gon for training him and placed his severed braid in a newly
awake Qui-Gon’s hand before leaving with a bag slung over his
shoulder for his first lonesome mission out into the wide galaxy that
had so much to teach the young omega.

And that had been
the last time they had spoken in two years.

Two years of only
seeing Obi-Wan across rooms, two years of seeing flashes of red hair
at the corner of his eyes, two years of training Anakin and listening
to the reputation of the young knight he had trained and knowing that
he deserved none of the praise given his way for how good Obi-Wan
was.

Obi-Wan had made
himself into a great knight, not Qui-Gon.

But now Qui-Gon’s
heart is breaking once more and he wishes he had pushed.

Because Obi-Wan is
pregnant and if only Qui-Gon had been there, maybe…

‘Who says you
could have saved him?’ Qui-Gon clenched his eyes shut, pressing the
heel of his hand to an eye. ‘You may have been guilty if you had
been there of it was unexpected heat. And if Obi-Wan couldn’t save
himself, whose to say you could have?’ He let out a shuddering
breath.

So many scenarios
had run through his mind since Yoda had contacted him. Everything
from unexpected heat, forced heat to a forced encounter outside of
heat as Qui-Gon was quite aware that Obi-Wan was a very fertile
omega.

When he was still
the redhead’s master he had been briefed to Obi-Wan conditions at
all time, to keep him safe, to make sure that no alphas got around
the teenager when he’d go into heat as no one wanted anything to
happen to Obi-Wan.

But alone something
had happened to Obi-Wan.

And he was now in
the condition everyone had been trying to spare him from.

‘My poor
Obi-Wan…’ He fought against a sob that wanted to escape his
throat.

He might have
broken down if Anakin hadn’t opted to speak up at that moment.

“Master?”

Removing his hand,
Qui-Gon looked tiredly at the blond, giving him a small but friendly
smile as the teenager peered back at him seriously from the pilot
chair. “Yes padawan?”

“We’re just
about to land, you might want to buckle in.” Anakin said softly.

“Ah, thank you
Anakin.” Buckling in as told, Qui-Gon tried to blank his mind out
once more, to let go of his emotions even as he noticed Anakin taking
them in smoothly to the temple with a careful landing as the
wonderful pilot the boy naturally was.

‘Now to find
Obi-Wan…’

It proved not to be
to difficult as Qui-Gon found the knight in his favorite meditation
spot in the water garden of the temple, sitting close to the pool as
usual. He wasn’t meditating though, no Obi-Wan was just sitting
there with his feet in the water while staring at it blankly, his
robes tucked around him, something Obi-Wan normally never wore inside
the temple unless he was intent on leaving or had to show up in a
meeting.

But even with the
robes on, it was clear what was going on, the bulge of his stomach
pressing gently against the fabric.

‘About…four
months I’d wager. Oh Obi-Wan, why didn’t you tell anyone?’
Qui-Gon wondered as his heart pounded painfully against his ribs.

Taking a deep
breath for bravery, Qui-Gon slowly made his way towards the younger
man he had not spoken to in two years, terrified he was going to mess
it up once more as he knelt down beside the redhead and sat on his
heels.

They sat in silence
for a stage of time before Obi-Wan finally sighed and looked at him,
his face worn and his expression oh so painfully lost. “What do you
want Master Jinn?” He mumbled.

“Only to offer
comfort and support to someone I have failed for too long.” Qui-Gon
answered, saddened to hear the formality but expecting it none the
less.

He got no answer to
that as Obi-Wan went back to looking at the water.

Taking his cue from
the other, Qui-Gon settled in to patiently wait for as long as needed
even though his knees already hurt, until either Obi-Wan told him to
leave or spoke to him with the water rushing quietly in the pond
Obi-Wan had his feet in.

So omega knight Obi wan comes home from mission, visibly pregnant but unbonded. He refuses to detail what has happened and only quietly inquires the council what they would like him to do since he won’t go for an abortion. WHat happens?

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He’s
pregnant.

The young and newly
returned from the field knight stands quietly in front of the council
after finishing debriefing them on his mostly successful mission even
as he had left out a few crucial details, awaiting judgment with his
hands resting over the visible curve of his stomach with the mans
eyes focused on the tips of his boots and his head ever so slightly
bowed.

And even than, if
the swell had not given it away, the scent would have.

An omega pregnant
is always a dead give away to an alpha, which half the council
consists of at this point of time.

But if the young
knight would only look up, he would find no judgment in the room.

Only wary shock and
horrified suspicion as fellow older omegas and protective alphas
stared at him because they know this knight, they know him, have known him since he was a mere boy, this is no indiscretion by a
knight so careful and that leaves them with the more horrific option.

Finally, unable to
wait anymore, Councilor Windu spoke up. “Knight Kenobi, what
happened?” He rumbled out, tone low and soothing to try and
coax an answer.

In response though,
Obi-Wan only winced a bit before taking a deep breath. “As its
clear to the council, I have… been involved in certain activities
during my time away from the temple. I am still unbonded as I’m
sure most can smell but its to late to… that is…” He shifted,
sour distress filling the council as Obi-Wan’s scent changed which
was the only thing he could not hide from them regardless how serene
he was forcing his face to be.

Exchanging looks
once more, the council realized they would not get an answer out of
Obi-Wan as to what had happened to him.

But they could
guess.

And those guesses
were more horrific than actually knowing the truth.

“Do you require
medical aid Knight Kenobi?” Depa asked softly from the omega.

There was some
hesitation.

“I… may. Yes. I
might… I think… there is a possibility that I…” The omega
shoulders slumped. “I believe I have chlamydia though I’m not
certain if it is or something worse.” He finally whispered out,
almost to quietly for the council to hear him.

Yoda looks like
he’s about to be violently ill before the old troll takes a deep
breath that he manages to let out quietly without disturbing the
somewhat shaking omega.

Standing, Mace
slowly approached his fellow omega and held out his hand to him.
“Then…I believe its best to bring you to the healers… now.”
The korun crooned quietly, frowning in worry as Obi-Wan slowly looked
up at him with a lost expression. “Because you and your little ones
health comes first.”

The young knight
looked at them, his shoulders trembling. “But… what about my
punishment?” He questioned shakily.

“No punishment
for this will be.” Yoda spoke up first, his face a bitter grimace.
“On purpose you have not acted, punish you for others actions we
will not… to the healers you must go Knight Obi-Wan. Your health
with your youngling most important is, as said by Master Mace.”

Clearly struggling,
Obi-Wan looked at them before nodding and taking Mace arm, letting
the older omega guide him out and to the elevator.

“…Someone call
Qui-Gon, he needs to know.”

“Is that wise?
Those two haven’t spoken since they returned from Naboo.”

“He is Obi-Wan’s
former master. He needs support, especially now. Call him.”

“Call him I
shall, know him best I do.”

So omega knight Obi wan comes home from mission, visibly pregnant but unbonded. He refuses to detail what has happened and only quietly inquires the council what they would like him to do since he won’t go for an abortion. WHat happens?

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He’s
pregnant.

The young and newly
returned from the field knight stands quietly in front of the council
after finishing debriefing them on his mostly successful mission even
as he had left out a few crucial details, awaiting judgment with his
hands resting over the visible curve of his stomach with the mans
eyes focused on the tips of his boots and his head ever so slightly
bowed.

And even than, if
the swell had not given it away, the scent would have.

An omega pregnant
is always a dead give away to an alpha, which half the council
consists of at this point of time.

But if the young
knight would only look up, he would find no judgment in the room.

Only wary shock and
horrified suspicion as fellow older omegas and protective alphas
stared at him because they know this knight, they know him, have known him since he was a mere boy, this is no indiscretion by a
knight so careful and that leaves them with the more horrific option.

Finally, unable to
wait anymore, Councilor Windu spoke up. “Knight Kenobi, what
happened?” He rumbled out, tone low and soothing to try and
coax an answer.

In response though,
Obi-Wan only winced a bit before taking a deep breath. “As its
clear to the council, I have… been involved in certain activities
during my time away from the temple. I am still unbonded as I’m
sure most can smell but its to late to… that is…” He shifted,
sour distress filling the council as Obi-Wan’s scent changed which
was the only thing he could not hide from them regardless how serene
he was forcing his face to be.

Exchanging looks
once more, the council realized they would not get an answer out of
Obi-Wan as to what had happened to him.

But they could
guess.

And those guesses
were more horrific than actually knowing the truth.

“Do you require
medical aid Knight Kenobi?” Depa asked softly from the omega.

There was some
hesitation.

“I… may. Yes. I
might… I think… there is a possibility that I…” The omega
shoulders slumped. “I believe I have chlamydia though I’m not
certain if it is or something worse.” He finally whispered out,
almost to quietly for the council to hear him.

Yoda looks like
he’s about to be violently ill before the old troll takes a deep
breath that he manages to let out quietly without disturbing the
somewhat shaking omega.

Standing, Mace
slowly approached his fellow omega and held out his hand to him.
“Then…I believe its best to bring you to the healers… now.”
The korun crooned quietly, frowning in worry as Obi-Wan slowly looked
up at him with a lost expression. “Because you and your little ones
health comes first.”

The young knight
looked at them, his shoulders trembling. “But… what about my
punishment?” He questioned shakily.

“No punishment
for this will be.” Yoda spoke up first, his face a bitter grimace.
“On purpose you have not acted, punish you for others actions we
will not… to the healers you must go Knight Obi-Wan. Your health
with your youngling most important is, as said by Master Mace.”

Clearly struggling,
Obi-Wan looked at them before nodding and taking Mace arm, letting
the older omega guide him out and to the elevator.

“…Someone call
Qui-Gon, he needs to know.”

“Is that wise?
Those two haven’t spoken since they returned from Naboo.”

“He is Obi-Wan’s
former master. He needs support, especially now. Call him.”

“Call him I
shall, know him best I do.”

(as I’m reading thtough all your fics while youre taking a break) WHATS HAPPENING IN RARER THEN RARE? Do they figure out who set the bombs?

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Head resting
against Obi-Wan’s stomach, Padme let out a happy little coo as one
or maybe two of the kids gave a jolt and a kick. “Its so strange
but so joyful at the same time. I can’t believe they’re so big
now that they’re moving.” She gasped in delight while keeping her
head on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Laughing faintly,
Obi-Wan continued braiding her hair slowly.

After the bomb
debacle he had been banned from leaving Coruscant and there had even
been a few weeks where he had been actually temple locked like some
kind of criminal until he had finally talked some sense into the
others.

Which was why he
was currently in Padme’s Senatorial apartment, getting a break from
the Jedi temple because as nice as it was, it could be stifling with
everyone on their toes. He gracefully pretended he didn’t know
about the Jedi shadows he had or the troopers as he let Anakin escort
him to the skycar and away with an overnight bag to stay at Padme’s
home.

Which had lead to
this situation, sitting on the couch with Padme in front of him on
the floor, slowly playing with her hair while she listened to the
babies with her ear against his stomach and a quietly joyful look on
her face as she stroked the arches of Obi-Wan’s bare feet as he had
gotten into habit of removing shoes and socks since his feet were
swelling.

They both peeked up
when they heard the bedroom door open, grinning as Anakin entered
with a grumble as he rubbed his neck. “Good morning sleepyhead.”
Padme greeted her mate and fellow alpha.

Groaning a bit,
Anakin gave them a wry smile. “I feel like a sweaty ham, a wet
sweaty ham. Why is the bedroom so warm?” He looked between the two.

“Sun shining
right on the windows which are closed and the air cycle isn’t
working up to snuff.” Padme sighed deeply. “Its why both I and
Obi-Wan woke earlier, it was too hot. Now please go shower if you’re
really a sweaty ham.”

Snorting, Anakin
padded over and gave both sweet kisses on the cheeks. “Yeah, I hear
you both. Won’t take long.” He yawned loudly, still rubbing at
what the other two now assumed to be sweaty neck.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan
carefully pushed Padme away and let her hair unravel as he ignored
her whine of discontent. “That’s our que to set on some caff for
him, he’ll be in a better mood once he has it.” He hummed.

Padme reluctantly
got up and followed. “You think the caff will mellow him out enough
to hear the news and not throw a minor fit?” She asked with a dry
tone in her voice that did nothing to hide her worry.

“Not at all. But
he needs to know that the leads have dried up and nothing has been
found out about whoever planted the bombs, its vital information.”
Obi-Wan sighed as he sprinkled a pinch of salt into the caff filter
to cut the bitter.

Or at least that’s
what he’d been told, that if you added ever so slight an amount of
salt to the caff grounds it would make the coffee sweeter.

“Well, maybe some
food will help.” Padme sighed. “There’s still some of the fruit
salad left from ours and I can set on some fresh buns that will be
warm when he comes out of the shower, it might help keep him calm.”
She moved to get it started only to freeze when Obi-Wan caught her
elbow and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

Padme tried not to
whine in obvious happiness but really, until now Obi-Wan had not been
the one to initiate any kind of affection though he was happy to dole
it out should either Anakin or Padme seek it. This was the first time
Padme got to experienced unsolicited love from their omega and it was
wonderful, the soft scratch of stubble against her smooth cheek and
warm, slightly chapped lips.

Even better was the
slightly shy smile on Obi-Wan’s lips as he let go and turned to set
on the kettle for some more tea and don’t think Padme couldn’t
see the slight blush covering the back of his neck and top of his
ears.

Practically
bouncing on cloud nine, Padme got Anakin’s bread buns going,
feeling like everything was alright for once.

“WHAT!? E CHU
TA!!!!!”

Well at least until
they finally told Anakin the news.

(as I’m reading thtough all your fics while youre taking a break) WHATS HAPPENING IN RARER THEN RARE? Do they figure out who set the bombs?

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Head resting
against Obi-Wan’s stomach, Padme let out a happy little coo as one
or maybe two of the kids gave a jolt and a kick. “Its so strange
but so joyful at the same time. I can’t believe they’re so big
now that they’re moving.” She gasped in delight while keeping her
head on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.

Laughing faintly,
Obi-Wan continued braiding her hair slowly.

After the bomb
debacle he had been banned from leaving Coruscant and there had even
been a few weeks where he had been actually temple locked like some
kind of criminal until he had finally talked some sense into the
others.

Which was why he
was currently in Padme’s Senatorial apartment, getting a break from
the Jedi temple because as nice as it was, it could be stifling with
everyone on their toes. He gracefully pretended he didn’t know
about the Jedi shadows he had or the troopers as he let Anakin escort
him to the skycar and away with an overnight bag to stay at Padme’s
home.

Which had lead to
this situation, sitting on the couch with Padme in front of him on
the floor, slowly playing with her hair while she listened to the
babies with her ear against his stomach and a quietly joyful look on
her face as she stroked the arches of Obi-Wan’s bare feet as he had
gotten into habit of removing shoes and socks since his feet were
swelling.

They both peeked up
when they heard the bedroom door open, grinning as Anakin entered
with a grumble as he rubbed his neck. “Good morning sleepyhead.”
Padme greeted her mate and fellow alpha.

Groaning a bit,
Anakin gave them a wry smile. “I feel like a sweaty ham, a wet
sweaty ham. Why is the bedroom so warm?” He looked between the two.

“Sun shining
right on the windows which are closed and the air cycle isn’t
working up to snuff.” Padme sighed deeply. “Its why both I and
Obi-Wan woke earlier, it was too hot. Now please go shower if you’re
really a sweaty ham.”

Snorting, Anakin
padded over and gave both sweet kisses on the cheeks. “Yeah, I hear
you both. Won’t take long.” He yawned loudly, still rubbing at
what the other two now assumed to be sweaty neck.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan
carefully pushed Padme away and let her hair unravel as he ignored
her whine of discontent. “That’s our que to set on some caff for
him, he’ll be in a better mood once he has it.” He hummed.

Padme reluctantly
got up and followed. “You think the caff will mellow him out enough
to hear the news and not throw a minor fit?” She asked with a dry
tone in her voice that did nothing to hide her worry.

“Not at all. But
he needs to know that the leads have dried up and nothing has been
found out about whoever planted the bombs, its vital information.”
Obi-Wan sighed as he sprinkled a pinch of salt into the caff filter
to cut the bitter.

Or at least that’s
what he’d been told, that if you added ever so slight an amount of
salt to the caff grounds it would make the coffee sweeter.

“Well, maybe some
food will help.” Padme sighed. “There’s still some of the fruit
salad left from ours and I can set on some fresh buns that will be
warm when he comes out of the shower, it might help keep him calm.”
She moved to get it started only to freeze when Obi-Wan caught her
elbow and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

Padme tried not to
whine in obvious happiness but really, until now Obi-Wan had not been
the one to initiate any kind of affection though he was happy to dole
it out should either Anakin or Padme seek it. This was the first time
Padme got to experienced unsolicited love from their omega and it was
wonderful, the soft scratch of stubble against her smooth cheek and
warm, slightly chapped lips.

Even better was the
slightly shy smile on Obi-Wan’s lips as he let go and turned to set
on the kettle for some more tea and don’t think Padme couldn’t
see the slight blush covering the back of his neck and top of his
ears.

Practically
bouncing on cloud nine, Padme got Anakin’s bread buns going,
feeling like everything was alright for once.

“WHAT!? E CHU
TA!!!!!”

Well at least until
they finally told Anakin the news.

So what happens in Royal Protector when Obi Wan gets a baby bump? And how does Anakin react to Ahsoka if those two are on even footing when it comes to fighting? Just so many curious questions but I’ll cut off at those two.

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There was a little
bump beneath his hand.

Qui-Gon could
barely breath as he laid there in bed with his love, arm curled over
Obi-Wan’s waist and his hand cupping the others stomach. And there
was a bump there, a noticeable swell.

Oh it wasn’t
large by any means, once Obi-Wan put on clothes it would be covered
up but Qui-Gon could feel it as the gray light of the rising sun
filtered in through a window where the drape hadn’t covered.

And that swell was
their child, the visible proof starting to appear that Obi-Wan was
pregnant.

Shifting closer
carefully so not to wake the redhead, Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the
freckled shoulder in front of him while pressing lightly with his
hand on the bump, just to feel.

After Anakin was
born, Shmi couldn’t have others, it had been a miracle that Anakin
had been conceived and that both had survived so both Empress and
Emperor had been warned that another child likely would kill her.

It had saddened
them both but they had adored their Anakin, spoiled him and loved
him.

And when Shmi had
passed… Qui-Gon had put all thoughts of family away as he had
carried a faint hope of maybe a surrogate and science could be used
to help them with another child, a sibling for Anakin.

But now…

Now there was a
child in creation, growing inside Obi-Wan for every day and here was
the visible proof of what was occurring.

It was enough to
make Qui-Gon feel deliriously joyful and dizzy even in bed.

He shifted a bit
when there was a knock and felt Obi-Wan twitch a bit in his grasp,
giving a little mumble before he slowly stretched in Qui-Gon’s arms
like a over-sized, soft, warm cat, pressing the swell firmly into his
large hand.

“Your highness?”
A nervous voice called out before Qui-Gon could great his love good
morning and with a sigh, Qui-Gon mournfully kissed Obi-Wan’s
shoulder once more before standing, knowing it was the body servants
to start the day along with the business of the day. “Enter.” He
called, glancing back at the redhead in his bed.

Obi-Wan however
only sent him a sleepy, lazy smile complete with lidded green eyes
before snuggling back beneath the covers, intent on staying for
another hour or two as he had nothing important on the schedule in
the morning, unlike Qui-Gon himself and he didn’t envy Obi-Wan a
few more hours with his body changing as it was.

But with that he
was swept away by servants, the day starting for the royal. At least
Anakin and Ahsoka had to join him in his suffering as he meet the two
bleary eyed looking individuals out in the hallway once dressed. He
noted with some pleasure that Anakin had an arm wrapped around her
shoulders and was leading her towards the Council and ambassadors
meeting room, muttering quietly to the young togruta about what the
agenda of the day was and who, in Anakin’s own words, were utter
‘pillocks’ to have anything to do with.

In the beginning
Anakin had been rather upset that Ahsoka was to be the royal
protector, mostly because of her young age though he had calmed when
Obi-Wan had explained that she was personally trained by him in
combat. And he had become sympathetic when Obi-Wan had further
elaborated that Ahsoka would need etiquette lessons and would not be
taking the position for another two years.

After that the
young prince seemed to have taken her under his wing, often including
Ahsoka in what he was up to and introducing her to the knights and
nobles that was his friends.

Qui-Gon was both
gratified and grateful for that as he did not believe Ahsoka would
enjoy spending long days with him only observing things as Qui-Gon
worked and it showed the stirrings of maturity he knew that Anakin
could have.

Obi-Wan had been
proud too though he also took Ahsoka aside in the afternoon to coach
her more on manners for the future when she would attend balls and
feasts with nobility rushing around.

All in all…
Qui-Gon rather happy.

Now if they could
just figure out who had tried to assassinate him, that would be good.

So what happens in Royal Protector when Obi Wan gets a baby bump? And how does Anakin react to Ahsoka if those two are on even footing when it comes to fighting? Just so many curious questions but I’ll cut off at those two.

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There was a little
bump beneath his hand.

Qui-Gon could
barely breath as he laid there in bed with his love, arm curled over
Obi-Wan’s waist and his hand cupping the others stomach. And there
was a bump there, a noticeable swell.

Oh it wasn’t
large by any means, once Obi-Wan put on clothes it would be covered
up but Qui-Gon could feel it as the gray light of the rising sun
filtered in through a window where the drape hadn’t covered.

And that swell was
their child, the visible proof starting to appear that Obi-Wan was
pregnant.

Shifting closer
carefully so not to wake the redhead, Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the
freckled shoulder in front of him while pressing lightly with his
hand on the bump, just to feel.

After Anakin was
born, Shmi couldn’t have others, it had been a miracle that Anakin
had been conceived and that both had survived so both Empress and
Emperor had been warned that another child likely would kill her.

It had saddened
them both but they had adored their Anakin, spoiled him and loved
him.

And when Shmi had
passed… Qui-Gon had put all thoughts of family away as he had
carried a faint hope of maybe a surrogate and science could be used
to help them with another child, a sibling for Anakin.

But now…

Now there was a
child in creation, growing inside Obi-Wan for every day and here was
the visible proof of what was occurring.

It was enough to
make Qui-Gon feel deliriously joyful and dizzy even in bed.

He shifted a bit
when there was a knock and felt Obi-Wan twitch a bit in his grasp,
giving a little mumble before he slowly stretched in Qui-Gon’s arms
like a over-sized, soft, warm cat, pressing the swell firmly into his
large hand.

“Your highness?”
A nervous voice called out before Qui-Gon could great his love good
morning and with a sigh, Qui-Gon mournfully kissed Obi-Wan’s
shoulder once more before standing, knowing it was the body servants
to start the day along with the business of the day. “Enter.” He
called, glancing back at the redhead in his bed.

Obi-Wan however
only sent him a sleepy, lazy smile complete with lidded green eyes
before snuggling back beneath the covers, intent on staying for
another hour or two as he had nothing important on the schedule in
the morning, unlike Qui-Gon himself and he didn’t envy Obi-Wan a
few more hours with his body changing as it was.

But with that he
was swept away by servants, the day starting for the royal. At least
Anakin and Ahsoka had to join him in his suffering as he meet the two
bleary eyed looking individuals out in the hallway once dressed. He
noted with some pleasure that Anakin had an arm wrapped around her
shoulders and was leading her towards the Council and ambassadors
meeting room, muttering quietly to the young togruta about what the
agenda of the day was and who, in Anakin’s own words, were utter
‘pillocks’ to have anything to do with.

In the beginning
Anakin had been rather upset that Ahsoka was to be the royal
protector, mostly because of her young age though he had calmed when
Obi-Wan had explained that she was personally trained by him in
combat. And he had become sympathetic when Obi-Wan had further
elaborated that Ahsoka would need etiquette lessons and would not be
taking the position for another two years.

After that the
young prince seemed to have taken her under his wing, often including
Ahsoka in what he was up to and introducing her to the knights and
nobles that was his friends.

Qui-Gon was both
gratified and grateful for that as he did not believe Ahsoka would
enjoy spending long days with him only observing things as Qui-Gon
worked and it showed the stirrings of maturity he knew that Anakin
could have.

Obi-Wan had been
proud too though he also took Ahsoka aside in the afternoon to coach
her more on manners for the future when she would attend balls and
feasts with nobility rushing around.

All in all…
Qui-Gon rather happy.

Now if they could
just figure out who had tried to assassinate him, that would be good.

Can we have more of the freeforme au with anakin willing to discuss a treaty with the rebellion due to wanting his wife and the twins back? Agreeing to slowly return power To the senate but still get rid of Palpatine supporters through some well violent ways?

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Grim faced, Padme
leaned back in her chair as the holo flickered to life with Emperor
Vader appearing before them in all his glory as he
stood there with his arms tucked behind his back and his chin tilted
up, a cold expression on Anakin’s face.

“I see the
Alliance allowed this meeting to occur, I was uncertain that any of
you would respond to the invite I extended.”  He offered in an
almost light tone, a small smile curling his lips.

Padme groaned. “Cut
the crap Anakin. You killed Palpatine. The official announcement may
be heart attack but I know the truth.” She huffed out while several
of her fellow rebels were shifting in their seat, shooting looks
mixed between worry and exasperation at her.

The dark clothed
man, because of course Anakin was wearing black to hide the oil
stains again, tilted his head at her before he shrugged.
“Fine, I did. What are you going to do about it? Hiding out
here, taking potshots at the Empire. I seem to remember Obi-Wan
telling me that the Jedi order didn’t train terrorist.” He
drawled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jaw dropping a bit,
Padme stared at him.

She had not
expected him to just admit it!

But he had, staring
at her in an undaunted fashion.

Closing her mouth
slowly at the new wash of muttering as Anakin’s eyes never moved
off her, Padme tilted a bit back as Obi-Wan whispered into her ear.

“Hello Obi-Wan.”
Anakin greeted suddenly.

The redhead with
gray at his temples straightened at that, letting go of the hurriedly
whispered advice he had been trying to give Padme as he peered at
Anakin. “Hello… Anakin.” He greeted in return, smiling a tiny
bit when the blond smile covered his face. “I’m quite cross with
you I’ll have you know.” He added softly.

“What, did I
disturb a date night or something?” The young emperor drawled
before blinking when Obi-Wan shuffled a bit and colored. “I did.”
Anakin breathed out, visibly shocked. “Well kark me…”

“Enough of this.”
Jan Dodonna finally cut in, sitting up with pursed lips as he stared
at the holo, Anakin giving him a dismissing glance. “Emperor Vader,
we the Alliance High Command, want to know why you have decided to
reach out to us. This is highly irregula-”

“Is it? I seem to
remember the Republic reaching out to the Separatists quite a few
times in an attempt to gain peace.” Anakin cut in, gaining what
both Padme and Obi-Wan recognized as a contrary expression that had
both of them exchanging look.

“…Peace?” Mon
questioned softly, leaning forward finally.

Anakin threw her a
look look, his lips quirking victoriously as if having something
confirmed before he shrugged and nodded. “Look, I don’t care
about being an Emperor. What I did at the birth of the Empire… it
never had anything to do with power, that’s not what
Palpatine had on me.” He chuckled darkly, eyes flickering to
Obi-Wan and Padme before back to Mothma.

“So what are you
proposing?” Mon frowned.

“Do you have any
idea how exhausting this Emperor job is? Not to mention dealing with
Palpatine’s sycophants?” The blond snorted, crossing his arms
over his chest. “Tarkin is an annoying fly. You should hear half
the suggestions he has. He also wants a summer home on Alderaan.”
He grunted a bit. “I want peace, I don’t want this job. Under the
guise of peace I’ll be able to trade away most of the power of the
Emperor chair back to the Senator’s who are honestly only a puppet
show at this time. I’ll allow you all to think about it for a week
before reaching out again.” Anakin drawled, letting his eyes once
more trail to Padme and Obi-Wan, lingering on them for a long moment
before shrugging. “Or we can go back to war, up to the Alliance.”
He cut off.

For a long moment
none of them said anything, only looked at each other around the
table.

And then Bail
sighed and leaned forward, rubbing his face. “Well, that was
something.” He grunted out, grimacing and muttering to himself
about summer homes.

“We will all have
to carefully consider this offer… however…” Mon leveled a sharp
look at Padme and Obi-Wan. “Is his offer genuine?”

Trading looks,
Padme and Obi-Wan each contemplated their knowledge of Anakin
Skywalker.

“…Anakin never
wanted power. I believe him in that.” Obi-Wan finally said.
“Palpatine manipulated him and offered him a chance to ‘save’
his family.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“But it is a
question of what he now wants in return.” Padme picked up, sitting
back in her chair. “And he does want something…” She frowned
deeply. “What however…” Padme hesitated.

The alliance
command traded looks, each thinking deeply to themselves with what
little information they had about the new Emperor.

What did he want?