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Codywan baby, by the Force, Cody is left alone again in the empire with his chip! Does Obi-Wan even know his lover is chipped?

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Looking over at Obi-Wan, Padme gave a quiet sigh before moving to the
others side and sitting down at the back seat beside him in the
cockpit. “I’m sorry about this Obi-Wan, all of it.” She finally
said, reaching out and resting his hand on the others shoulder and
glancing down at the baby tucked up against his chest. “I’m so
sorry we weren’t looking after you better.”

Quirking his lips faintly, Obi-Wan shook his head. “Its more my
fault then yours, I was the one who decided to hide.”

Up in the front the pilot made a low noise, just clearing her throat
so they were aware that she could hear everything.

Padme made an amused noise. “I don’t think Obi-Wan cares if you
hear everything Sabe.” She said in amusement.

“Still, just making sure you both know I’m here.” Sabe glanced
back and grinned at Obi-Wan.

He smiled back before he sighed. “I’m more upset over seeing Cody
honestly… I thought I was ready for it but…” His shoulders
slumped as he stared down at his little Waxer who bubbled happily and
pulled on the sling a bit.

Padme took one of his hands at that and held it in hers.
“…Underneath the chip, it still the man that loved you in there…”

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath. “…When he
shot me down… when they shot me down… the I broke. Whatever is
there now… its not my love, not my Cody…” He whispered, feeling
Padme tighten her grip on his hand. “Cody is somewhere in there I
know but right now the chip is what’s controlling him because a
riduur would never try to…”

He shuddered, closing his eyes tightly.

Padme said nothing, rubbing the back of his knuckles with her thumb.

Her own husband had tried to kill her, so she understood the pain
perhaps better then most even though she had at least had a little
bit of a warning.

In retrospect, a blessing in disguise even if it hurt deeply.

No, no dwelling on the past, what was done was over.

Now all they could do was move forward.

“Its still the chip. If we can remove it…” Padme murmured
softly.

Obi-Wan gave a quiet laugh at that and turned his tired eyes on her.
“Padme… Cody is a trained vode, they were trained to the teeth,
to capture one of them without fatalities or injuries would be…
close to impossible.”

Squeezing his hands, Padme opted not to tell her about the plans
already in motions and instead pulled the floating stroller closer.
“You haven’t seen your godchildren in quite a few months, say
hello to them at least.”

Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan couldn’t help a grin. “My, they are
getting bigger.” He cooed, reaching out his free hand to gently
tease Luke’s button nose.

“They are almost a year and a half now.” Padme laughed. “Of
course they’re bigger, you haven’t seen them since they were six
months and Bail took you away to the smaller Alliance base.” She
wiggled a bit.

Humming at that, Obi-Wan switched his hand to Leia and stroked her
chubby little cheek as she squeaked at him. “True and you only seen
Waxer in holos… I’d offer to let you hold him but I’d rather
not pull him out of the sling right now.” He chuckled.

Padme just smiled and nodded. “I can wait until we land.” She
peeked at Waxer. “But he’s getting big too, seven months old…”
She marveled at the chubby little face with dark hair curled to his
head.

It was amazing how fast time went by with kids around.

oh! what about obi-wan being omega and pregnant when both are super rare? Maybe there arent a lot of omega’s, or the birth rate is down because of the sith… whatever. therefore the entire order is protective of «their» omega, and the council basically stops what they’re doing when pregnant obi wan starts to get morning sickness/whatever while in a council meeting and anxiously try and take care of him. any pairing you’d like! :P

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He hadn’t suspected at first.

But that was to be forgiven since it was rare any male omegas did get
pregnant anymore due to various reasons, from lack of proper
nutrition, bodies not being able to handle it or even infertility
from pollution.

The few male omegas Obi-Wan has meet before are not even interested
in trying to find out if they can since they are not interested in
having children at all which is fair enough, its not for everyone.

And Obi-Wan is a muscular omega, trained as he has been from young
age in the realms of combat and his current age speaks against the
possibility of him having a chance.

He doesn’t think he’s fertile.

And more then that, his Alphas do not think he’s fertile enough for
it and doesn’t hold back during Obi-Wan’s heat even a little in
an attempt to utterly satisfy him.

By the time he did suspect…

Well others were starting to sniff around him too sufficient to say.

As one of the few omegas of the Order and the only male one too it
was always obvious when something was different with him because
everyone seemed to keep a tab on it.

Had always kept a tab on Obi-Wan, his general state of health, his
missions, his injuries, his moods and Force the amount of snacks and
rare treats that would arrive each time he had heat for him to have
in his nest usually was too much.

Sharing had become a necessity with his master and later his padawan
to eat them up before they went bad or stale in their packages though
Obi-Wan was grateful for the care it showed towards him.

That behavior also explained his current location, sitting in Shaak
Ti’s lap in the council chamber with his nose buried in the folds
of her robes at the shoulder that smelled faintly of cinnamon and
vanilla that was utterly soothing his morning sickness as she gently
rubbed at his lower back.

He’d been unable to hide his queasiness from the rest of the
council and once they had gotten him to fess up, Shaak had actually
gotten up and lifted him bridal style, taking him to her side of the
chamber and sitting with him, using Force healing to gently settle
the worst of his morning sickness first as he squirmed around a bit
until he hid his blushing face in her shoulder.

“Its a council meeting.” He weakly complained.

“And you’re pregnant.” Adi shot back, eyeing him. “Did you
even eat breakfast? Did Skywalker or Tano make sure you ate breakfast
or did you skip it?” She narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“I had my vitamins.” Obi-Wan tried to argue only for her to get
up and head for the doors. “Adi! Come back!”

He tried to get out of Shaak’s arms only for the togruta councilor
to pull him back when he gave a little gag.

“None of that, you really got bad morning sickness so let me work
on it a bit more so you can actually eat what Adi gets you.” Shaak
murmured sternly, focusing once again.

Obi-Wan settled back, trying not to pout. “Honestly all this fuss
over some morning sickness.” He mumbled.

“You’re worth it, you always have been.” Mace rumbled deeply,
watching Shaak and Obi-Wan but staying back so not to crowd Obi-Wan
even as he flushed at the Korun’s statement.

Obi-Wan mumbled and sighed into Shaak’s shoulder, wondering once
again who the other parent was since he had a cadre of alphas to help
him through his heat each time since he became a knight.

‘Guess I’ll find out once its born.’ He mused, nuzzling more
into the vanilla and cinnamon scent and its soothing sensation.

oh! what about obi-wan being omega and pregnant when both are super rare? Maybe there arent a lot of omega’s, or the birth rate is down because of the sith… whatever. therefore the entire order is protective of «their» omega, and the council basically stops what they’re doing when pregnant obi wan starts to get morning sickness/whatever while in a council meeting and anxiously try and take care of him. any pairing you’d like! :P

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He hadn’t suspected at first.

But that was to be forgiven since it was rare any male omegas did get
pregnant anymore due to various reasons, from lack of proper
nutrition, bodies not being able to handle it or even infertility
from pollution.

The few male omegas Obi-Wan has meet before are not even interested
in trying to find out if they can since they are not interested in
having children at all which is fair enough, its not for everyone.

And Obi-Wan is a muscular omega, trained as he has been from young
age in the realms of combat and his current age speaks against the
possibility of him having a chance.

He doesn’t think he’s fertile.

And more then that, his Alphas do not think he’s fertile enough for
it and doesn’t hold back during Obi-Wan’s heat even a little in
an attempt to utterly satisfy him.

By the time he did suspect…

Well others were starting to sniff around him too sufficient to say.

As one of the few omegas of the Order and the only male one too it
was always obvious when something was different with him because
everyone seemed to keep a tab on it.

Had always kept a tab on Obi-Wan, his general state of health, his
missions, his injuries, his moods and Force the amount of snacks and
rare treats that would arrive each time he had heat for him to have
in his nest usually was too much.

Sharing had become a necessity with his master and later his padawan
to eat them up before they went bad or stale in their packages though
Obi-Wan was grateful for the care it showed towards him.

That behavior also explained his current location, sitting in Shaak
Ti’s lap in the council chamber with his nose buried in the folds
of her robes at the shoulder that smelled faintly of cinnamon and
vanilla that was utterly soothing his morning sickness as she gently
rubbed at his lower back.

He’d been unable to hide his queasiness from the rest of the
council and once they had gotten him to fess up, Shaak had actually
gotten up and lifted him bridal style, taking him to her side of the
chamber and sitting with him, using Force healing to gently settle
the worst of his morning sickness first as he squirmed around a bit
until he hid his blushing face in her shoulder.

“Its a council meeting.” He weakly complained.

“And you’re pregnant.” Adi shot back, eyeing him. “Did you
even eat breakfast? Did Skywalker or Tano make sure you ate breakfast
or did you skip it?” She narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“I had my vitamins.” Obi-Wan tried to argue only for her to get
up and head for the doors. “Adi! Come back!”

He tried to get out of Shaak’s arms only for the togruta councilor
to pull him back when he gave a little gag.

“None of that, you really got bad morning sickness so let me work
on it a bit more so you can actually eat what Adi gets you.” Shaak
murmured sternly, focusing once again.

Obi-Wan settled back, trying not to pout. “Honestly all this fuss
over some morning sickness.” He mumbled.

“You’re worth it, you always have been.” Mace rumbled deeply,
watching Shaak and Obi-Wan but staying back so not to crowd Obi-Wan
even as he flushed at the Korun’s statement.

Obi-Wan mumbled and sighed into Shaak’s shoulder, wondering once
again who the other parent was since he had a cadre of alphas to help
him through his heat each time since he became a knight.

‘Guess I’ll find out once its born.’ He mused, nuzzling more
into the vanilla and cinnamon scent and its soothing sensation.

If you are closing stories, perhaps a little more precious as you are ? Does it change things for the final confrontation Palpatine / Windu Anakin that Anakin knew.Mace Windu as his Master’s mate since a few years?

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“Anakin.” Windu rasped out, breath sharp after the fight with
Palpatine as he didn’t dare remove his eyes from the fallen form of
the now revealed Sith Master. “I know you’re worried, I know
you’re scared but we can’t let him live.” He hissed.

Shaking his head, Anakin glanced between Palpatine and Windu. “He
has to live, just killing him is not the Jedi way, we have to put him
on tri-”

“Anakin, Obi-Wan is pregnant.”

The words froze the blond, blinking at the Korun’s side, focused on
him. “What?”

“He contacted me, from Utapau. He took a blow from Grievous and his
medic checked him over, his hormone levels… I can’t let a sith
master live in a world where my kits are being born.” The Korun
murmured, shifting his footing a bit. “He’ll hurt them…I know
he will.” Mace face tightened.

Staring at the Korun Anakin once again felt the weight of worlds on
him, once again hearing Palpatine’s voice in his head.

His wife or his master.

Oh, oh this was…

“Anakin, think logically about this for just a few moments.” Mace
suddenly said, still not looking away from the growling Sith. “I
can smell Amidala on you, and I know she’s pregnant… just…
think about this… no one dies from childbirth anymore.” It was a
wild guess on the councilors side, but if there was one thing he
could understand…

It was the alpha fear for an unborn child and their mates.

And it was the only thing Palpatine could hold over Anakin’s eyes,
the way Palpatine’s eyes widened a bit then narrowed gave him all
the confirmation Mace needed.

Anakin shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that… she…”

“Anakin…Amidala is one of the strongest women I know.” Windu
continued. “Just… think about it. And even if there is danger…
bring her to the temple, to the healers to… just… for all our
sake… think about it… don’t let Kit, Saesee and Agen’s
sacrifices be for nothing…”

Slowly, Anakin glanced down at Palpatine then back at Windu before
narrowing his eyes. ‘He knew about my dreams…’

One step back and then two.

Mace almost sighed in relief, almost.

Only for Palpatine to cry out in denial, lighting zapping out of his
fingers, Mace barely getting his saber in position to block it as
Palpatine shot back on his feet.

And then the battle raged once again.

()()()

Opening his eyes slowly, Mace stared up at the ceiling with confusion
before taking note of how sterile the air was and the warmth at his
side.

The Halls and a warm body, Obi-Wan.

But…

“You’re a lucky bantha’s uncle.” A voice by the end of his
bed said and slowly Mace tilted his head to look over Obi-Wan’s
head where it was resting on his sternum to stare at Skywalker who
was sporting an eyepatch over his left eye and a wry smile. “You
should be dead but the massive amount of Force in use drew other Jedi
to the Chancellor’s office, healers among them.” He chuckled
bleakly.

The other Alpha looked a bit pale but well enough considering he was
in a Hall gown similar to the one Mace was in.

“Palpatine severed your spine.” Anakin shrugged.
“You shouldn’t be able to move your legs at the moment I’m told
but cybernetic implants to your spinal column will help bring back
some mobility like they did for Master Tholme and his leg implants.”
He continued before glancing at Obi-Wan and then smiling wryly.
“You’ve been asleep for close to a week.”

Mace swallowed a bit then tightened his arm slowly around Obi-Wan’s
warm body.

Skywalker was about to say something when a small cry interrupted
them, both looking over to where Amidala was carefully pushing
herself out of a bed to get to a crib.

“…Thank you Master Windu.” The blond whispered. “…You were
right.”

Mace gave a grunt then closed his eyes.

It was all too confusing.

It would make more sense next time he woke but he understood the gist
of it…they survived and Obi-Wan was back.

Yes, all make sense in the morning with his mate.

If you are closing stories, perhaps a little more precious as you are ? Does it change things for the final confrontation Palpatine / Windu Anakin that Anakin knew.Mace Windu as his Master’s mate since a few years?

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“Anakin.” Windu rasped out, breath sharp after the fight with
Palpatine as he didn’t dare remove his eyes from the fallen form of
the now revealed Sith Master. “I know you’re worried, I know
you’re scared but we can’t let him live.” He hissed.

Shaking his head, Anakin glanced between Palpatine and Windu. “He
has to live, just killing him is not the Jedi way, we have to put him
on tri-”

“Anakin, Obi-Wan is pregnant.”

The words froze the blond, blinking at the Korun’s side, focused on
him. “What?”

“He contacted me, from Utapau. He took a blow from Grievous and his
medic checked him over, his hormone levels… I can’t let a sith
master live in a world where my kits are being born.” The Korun
murmured, shifting his footing a bit. “He’ll hurt them…I know
he will.” Mace face tightened.

Staring at the Korun Anakin once again felt the weight of worlds on
him, once again hearing Palpatine’s voice in his head.

His wife or his master.

Oh, oh this was…

“Anakin, think logically about this for just a few moments.” Mace
suddenly said, still not looking away from the growling Sith. “I
can smell Amidala on you, and I know she’s pregnant… just…
think about this… no one dies from childbirth anymore.” It was a
wild guess on the councilors side, but if there was one thing he
could understand…

It was the alpha fear for an unborn child and their mates.

And it was the only thing Palpatine could hold over Anakin’s eyes,
the way Palpatine’s eyes widened a bit then narrowed gave him all
the confirmation Mace needed.

Anakin shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that… she…”

“Anakin…Amidala is one of the strongest women I know.” Windu
continued. “Just… think about it. And even if there is danger…
bring her to the temple, to the healers to… just… for all our
sake… think about it… don’t let Kit, Saesee and Agen’s
sacrifices be for nothing…”

Slowly, Anakin glanced down at Palpatine then back at Windu before
narrowing his eyes. ‘He knew about my dreams…’

One step back and then two.

Mace almost sighed in relief, almost.

Only for Palpatine to cry out in denial, lighting zapping out of his
fingers, Mace barely getting his saber in position to block it as
Palpatine shot back on his feet.

And then the battle raged once again.

()()()

Opening his eyes slowly, Mace stared up at the ceiling with confusion
before taking note of how sterile the air was and the warmth at his
side.

The Halls and a warm body, Obi-Wan.

But…

“You’re a lucky bantha’s uncle.” A voice by the end of his
bed said and slowly Mace tilted his head to look over Obi-Wan’s
head where it was resting on his sternum to stare at Skywalker who
was sporting an eyepatch over his left eye and a wry smile. “You
should be dead but the massive amount of Force in use drew other Jedi
to the Chancellor’s office, healers among them.” He chuckled
bleakly.

The other Alpha looked a bit pale but well enough considering he was
in a Hall gown similar to the one Mace was in.

“Palpatine severed your spine.” Anakin shrugged.
“You shouldn’t be able to move your legs at the moment I’m told
but cybernetic implants to your spinal column will help bring back
some mobility like they did for Master Tholme and his leg implants.”
He continued before glancing at Obi-Wan and then smiling wryly.
“You’ve been asleep for close to a week.”

Mace swallowed a bit then tightened his arm slowly around Obi-Wan’s
warm body.

Skywalker was about to say something when a small cry interrupted
them, both looking over to where Amidala was carefully pushing
herself out of a bed to get to a crib.

“…Thank you Master Windu.” The blond whispered. “…You were
right.”

Mace gave a grunt then closed his eyes.

It was all too confusing.

It would make more sense next time he woke but he understood the gist
of it…they survived and Obi-Wan was back.

Yes, all make sense in the morning with his mate.

so, ‘freeforme’… three Force sensitive babies in one room… what next? Vader decides everybody will be much safer with him, and the argument starts the fussy/screaming team? Will Vader discover that he HAS to keep his temper under control or screaming babies? Will he try and blackmail Obi Wan and/or Padme? Just, WHAT NEXT?? (Lady, you are killing me with the suspense!! THANK YOU!)

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“You promised, you swore an oath.” Padme hissed at Vader.

Obi-Wan quietly watched them, snuggling Waxer against his chest as he
tried to absorb the dream he had…though perhaps Obi-Wan had a
vision?

It could have been.

Waxer, Luke and Leia, all with their own sabers and decorated braids,
all smiling, all bright eyed and eager…

It made him smile as he nuzzled slowly at his baby, all calm compared
to Vader and Padme’s angry hissing at each other.

“You’d be safer with me, all of you. You can’t honestly think
bringing the babies back to the Rebellion is a good idea?” Vader
growled.

“The Alliance is a much better place for them then the Empire who
brainwashes and enslaves. Look at poor Obi-Wan, the father of his
child tried to SHOT him.” She snapped right back, waving her hand
at him.

Obi-Wan looked up at them before quietly getting up and cuddling
Waxer against him as he stepped back slowly and steadily, warily
eyeing Luke and Leia, both who had wibbling bottom lips.

“You are safer with me, I can take care of all of you. Obi-Wan got
captured seeking medical aid for his baby, whose to say that will not
happen again and next time it will be the Emperor who will have no
kindness for a former Jedi!” Their voices were getting louder.

“Um, Padme…Vader… please.” Obi-Wan tried reaching out.

“Obi-Wan was in hiding! He’s coming back with me now!” Padme
yelled.

The sounds and the darkness made it all unravel and with a loud,
hiccuping cry, Luke was the first of the wee ones to scream, big fat
tears rolling down his face with Leia following her twin quickly
afterward and prompting Waxer to join in on the crying despite being
comforted by his parent.

As they screamed, several light fixtures above their heads started to
fizzle and flicker and then blow out, glass spraying everywhere even
as Obi-Wan yelped and threw his arm up around himself and Waxer to
protect his boy.

Vader flailed and then quickly picked up Leia, bouncing and cooing at
her as Padme did the same with Luke, all three adults desperately
trying to calm the crying kids down.

A sharp, short wail caused a cabinet to almost fall over if it hadn’t
been for Vader quickly settling his side against it and Padme quickly
sidestepped some glass so not to crunch on it.

Obi-Wan luckily escaped most of it since he had backed away.

Once the kids calmed he breathed out then leveled sever look at both
of them. “For Force sake, you two need to keep calm. They are Force
sensitive babes, powerful at that. Emotions are powerful tools in
their possession so please lets not upset them more then necessary.”
He sighed and rested his head on Waxer, cooing softly when he quietly
hiccuped. “That’s it little light, its alright. Dry your little
tears.”

“…Apologies Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

The quiet chorus came from the other side and the redhead sighed
quietly, nodding. “…Look, you are both right, neither the
Alliance or the Empire are places to raise these babies but this is
the situation we are in. Do you honestly think the Emperor would
leave me or your babies be Darth Vader?” Obi-Wan leveled him a
look. “No. There will be no peace. There will be no rest. The
Emperor will kill, he will take your children and he will corrupt
them as he enslaves the galaxy to his bidding. This is the future…
if you don’t let us GO.” He stared earnestly. “Search your
feelings… please.”

Vader stared at him before slowly looking down at Leia in his arms,
stroking her little tears off her face with a fingertip.

In the end…

He let them go, Obi-Wan leaving with Padme and the twins as quickly
as they could manage.

so, ‘freeforme’… three Force sensitive babies in one room… what next? Vader decides everybody will be much safer with him, and the argument starts the fussy/screaming team? Will Vader discover that he HAS to keep his temper under control or screaming babies? Will he try and blackmail Obi Wan and/or Padme? Just, WHAT NEXT?? (Lady, you are killing me with the suspense!! THANK YOU!)

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“You promised, you swore an oath.” Padme hissed at Vader.

Obi-Wan quietly watched them, snuggling Waxer against his chest as he
tried to absorb the dream he had…though perhaps Obi-Wan had a
vision?

It could have been.

Waxer, Luke and Leia, all with their own sabers and decorated braids,
all smiling, all bright eyed and eager…

It made him smile as he nuzzled slowly at his baby, all calm compared
to Vader and Padme’s angry hissing at each other.

“You’d be safer with me, all of you. You can’t honestly think
bringing the babies back to the Rebellion is a good idea?” Vader
growled.

“The Alliance is a much better place for them then the Empire who
brainwashes and enslaves. Look at poor Obi-Wan, the father of his
child tried to SHOT him.” She snapped right back, waving her hand
at him.

Obi-Wan looked up at them before quietly getting up and cuddling
Waxer against him as he stepped back slowly and steadily, warily
eyeing Luke and Leia, both who had wibbling bottom lips.

“You are safer with me, I can take care of all of you. Obi-Wan got
captured seeking medical aid for his baby, whose to say that will not
happen again and next time it will be the Emperor who will have no
kindness for a former Jedi!” Their voices were getting louder.

“Um, Padme…Vader… please.” Obi-Wan tried reaching out.

“Obi-Wan was in hiding! He’s coming back with me now!” Padme
yelled.

The sounds and the darkness made it all unravel and with a loud,
hiccuping cry, Luke was the first of the wee ones to scream, big fat
tears rolling down his face with Leia following her twin quickly
afterward and prompting Waxer to join in on the crying despite being
comforted by his parent.

As they screamed, several light fixtures above their heads started to
fizzle and flicker and then blow out, glass spraying everywhere even
as Obi-Wan yelped and threw his arm up around himself and Waxer to
protect his boy.

Vader flailed and then quickly picked up Leia, bouncing and cooing at
her as Padme did the same with Luke, all three adults desperately
trying to calm the crying kids down.

A sharp, short wail caused a cabinet to almost fall over if it hadn’t
been for Vader quickly settling his side against it and Padme quickly
sidestepped some glass so not to crunch on it.

Obi-Wan luckily escaped most of it since he had backed away.

Once the kids calmed he breathed out then leveled sever look at both
of them. “For Force sake, you two need to keep calm. They are Force
sensitive babes, powerful at that. Emotions are powerful tools in
their possession so please lets not upset them more then necessary.”
He sighed and rested his head on Waxer, cooing softly when he quietly
hiccuped. “That’s it little light, its alright. Dry your little
tears.”

“…Apologies Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

The quiet chorus came from the other side and the redhead sighed
quietly, nodding. “…Look, you are both right, neither the
Alliance or the Empire are places to raise these babies but this is
the situation we are in. Do you honestly think the Emperor would
leave me or your babies be Darth Vader?” Obi-Wan leveled him a
look. “No. There will be no peace. There will be no rest. The
Emperor will kill, he will take your children and he will corrupt
them as he enslaves the galaxy to his bidding. This is the future…
if you don’t let us GO.” He stared earnestly. “Search your
feelings… please.”

Vader stared at him before slowly looking down at Leia in his arms,
stroking her little tears off her face with a fingertip.

In the end…

He let them go, Obi-Wan leaving with Padme and the twins as quickly
as they could manage.

Could we please have more CodyWan Baby? What happens next? Does Padme succeed in stealing back Obi-Wan and little Waxer, and Obi-Wan’s brainwashed lover?

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Obi-Wan was resting by the time Padme arrived, curled up on the couch
with Waxer cuddled into his chest and quiet snores escaping both,
Obi-Wan’s hands cupped protectively around his baby boy. Force
blind as he was, he didn’t notice Padme arriving with the twins in
a floating stroller.

He was not awake for the long, awkward staring Padme and Vader
engaged in that only broke when Obi-Wan did a little shift that woke
Waxer, who whimpered into his chest.

Obi-Wan instantly mumbled and started rubbing gently at the little
ones back with his thumb, not fully waking up.

“…At least you’ve been treating him well, he doesn’t look
starved at least.” Padme said dourly before carefully moving
forward and kneeling down beside the stroller to pull up the canopy,
exposing two one year olds to Vader.

Any retort Vader might have had was ended by that and slowly he moved
forward to kneel down beside her and peer at the chubby faced
children sitting in the stroller, blinking at him with big brown and
blue eyes.

“…What are their names?” He questioned softly.

“…Luke and Leia. Obi-Wan helped me pick the names.” Padme said
grimly, watching Vader slowly reach out with his flesh hand to touch
Leia’s button nose before stroking the back of his flesh fingers
over Luke’s warm cheek.

She took note of how he was carefully keeping his mech hand as far
away from the kids as humanly possible with it being a part of his
body, the yellow bleeding out of his eyes slowly as he focused on the
two beanie wearing babies.

Luke in green and Leia in purple, both looking curious and happy as
they peered back at Vader.

Then Leia giggled and reached for the hand, latching onto the Sith’s
fingers with her chubby hands.

Visible astonishment filled Vader’s face at that, before pure
affection and tenderness followed. “They’re Force sensitive.”
He murmured in awe.

“I know, Obi-Wan already told me. He helped me take care of them
those first days.” Padme sat on her heels, watching him with a deep
frown.

Letting the babes play with his hands, Vader started to smile, just
basking in the sensation of Luke and Leia’s light as they started
to babble and giggle at each other and him. Or he was until he could
feel Padme’s displeasure, dark and sour in the Force.

“…I can undo the Force suppressor on Obi-Wan if that would make
you happier.” He murmured.

“There’s a lot of things that would make me happier, but that
would be a start.” Padme sniped at him and he sighed before nodding
and getting up, moving to Obi-Wan and shaking him awake with a hand
on the others shoulder.

Obi-Wan eyes snapped open and he blinked at Vader before sitting up
and making a startled noise at the sight of Padme. “Oh, you’re
here.”

And for the first time since she appeared at the hut, Padme gave a
genuine smile that made envy seethe through Vader as she walked over
to them. “Yes, are you alright Obi-Wan?”

“Yes I am. I apologize Padme but Waxer had a fever and
needed a medic an-” Padme instantly settled her hand on the boys
forehead. “He’s alright, the medicine worked for him, I had
returned for a check-up when… well-”

“When he was found and captured.” Vader finished, crossing his
arms over his chest as he watched them, displeasure in his eyes as
yellow crept back into them.

Then he dropped his arms and reached for Obi-Wan.

Tense, Obi-Wan relaxed when the other only touched the collar and typed in
the code to remove it.

He gave a quiet whimper and tucked Waxer to his shoulder when the
Force flooded back, grateful that they were in a quiet cottage far
from others even if Vader’s darkness rolled against his skin but
more then that, he could feel Waxer, his little light against him,
the baby cooing in obvious delight at the familiar sensation washing
against him. “Oh… oh there you are baby, my kyberstar.” He
whispered nonsense into Waxer’s dark wispy hair.

He didn’t notice Vader returning to the twins or Padme glaring at
the Sith.

He only continued nuzzling Waxer, delighting in his own baby’s
light Force.

Could we please have more CodyWan Baby? What happens next? Does Padme succeed in stealing back Obi-Wan and little Waxer, and Obi-Wan’s brainwashed lover?

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Obi-Wan was resting by the time Padme arrived, curled up on the couch
with Waxer cuddled into his chest and quiet snores escaping both,
Obi-Wan’s hands cupped protectively around his baby boy. Force
blind as he was, he didn’t notice Padme arriving with the twins in
a floating stroller.

He was not awake for the long, awkward staring Padme and Vader
engaged in that only broke when Obi-Wan did a little shift that woke
Waxer, who whimpered into his chest.

Obi-Wan instantly mumbled and started rubbing gently at the little
ones back with his thumb, not fully waking up.

“…At least you’ve been treating him well, he doesn’t look
starved at least.” Padme said dourly before carefully moving
forward and kneeling down beside the stroller to pull up the canopy,
exposing two one year olds to Vader.

Any retort Vader might have had was ended by that and slowly he moved
forward to kneel down beside her and peer at the chubby faced
children sitting in the stroller, blinking at him with big brown and
blue eyes.

“…What are their names?” He questioned softly.

“…Luke and Leia. Obi-Wan helped me pick the names.” Padme said
grimly, watching Vader slowly reach out with his flesh hand to touch
Leia’s button nose before stroking the back of his flesh fingers
over Luke’s warm cheek.

She took note of how he was carefully keeping his mech hand as far
away from the kids as humanly possible with it being a part of his
body, the yellow bleeding out of his eyes slowly as he focused on the
two beanie wearing babies.

Luke in green and Leia in purple, both looking curious and happy as
they peered back at Vader.

Then Leia giggled and reached for the hand, latching onto the Sith’s
fingers with her chubby hands.

Visible astonishment filled Vader’s face at that, before pure
affection and tenderness followed. “They’re Force sensitive.”
He murmured in awe.

“I know, Obi-Wan already told me. He helped me take care of them
those first days.” Padme sat on her heels, watching him with a deep
frown.

Letting the babes play with his hands, Vader started to smile, just
basking in the sensation of Luke and Leia’s light as they started
to babble and giggle at each other and him. Or he was until he could
feel Padme’s displeasure, dark and sour in the Force.

“…I can undo the Force suppressor on Obi-Wan if that would make
you happier.” He murmured.

“There’s a lot of things that would make me happier, but that
would be a start.” Padme sniped at him and he sighed before nodding
and getting up, moving to Obi-Wan and shaking him awake with a hand
on the others shoulder.

Obi-Wan eyes snapped open and he blinked at Vader before sitting up
and making a startled noise at the sight of Padme. “Oh, you’re
here.”

And for the first time since she appeared at the hut, Padme gave a
genuine smile that made envy seethe through Vader as she walked over
to them. “Yes, are you alright Obi-Wan?”

“Yes I am. I apologize Padme but Waxer had a fever and
needed a medic an-” Padme instantly settled her hand on the boys
forehead. “He’s alright, the medicine worked for him, I had
returned for a check-up when… well-”

“When he was found and captured.” Vader finished, crossing his
arms over his chest as he watched them, displeasure in his eyes as
yellow crept back into them.

Then he dropped his arms and reached for Obi-Wan.

Tense, Obi-Wan relaxed when the other only touched the collar and typed in
the code to remove it.

He gave a quiet whimper and tucked Waxer to his shoulder when the
Force flooded back, grateful that they were in a quiet cottage far
from others even if Vader’s darkness rolled against his skin but
more then that, he could feel Waxer, his little light against him,
the baby cooing in obvious delight at the familiar sensation washing
against him. “Oh… oh there you are baby, my kyberstar.” He
whispered nonsense into Waxer’s dark wispy hair.

He didn’t notice Vader returning to the twins or Padme glaring at
the Sith.

He only continued nuzzling Waxer, delighting in his own baby’s
light Force.

I love the Force gives and I wanted to ask if we could have more please? Like for example Palpatine’s thoughts on it? Did he understood it would be a problem? Did he not? Would he have decided to keep one or two as pets/ i don’t know what creepy idea?

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Omegas.

Each and everyone of the Jedi sitting in front of him were omegas.

Sweet scented, distressed, uncomfortable omegas.

If he wasn’t trying to be likable Sheev would have laughed.

This was hilarious frankly but also tempting, Adi Gallia and Obi-Wan
Kenobi in particular were tempting picks of the litter, powerful as
they were, young and sweet scented with their beauties…

Something would have to be done about Skywalker though if he too was
presenting as an omega but that could be dealt with after the mans
Fall of course.

A powerful apprentice and two concubines with Force suppressors…
well why not?

Sheev wasn’t one to deny himself the things he wanted even if he
was being patient about it.

After all, what was the chances that Jedi would allow themselves to
be bonded?

Now that was just silly, bonded omega Jedi, even if they had
presented secondary genders before all of this, that was just
preposterous.

()()()

Flickering his eyes open slowly, Obi-Wan stared right into Cody’s
lidded amber gaze as the other watched him wake.

“…Better general?” Cody whispered, tone a bit hoarse before
smiling when Obi-Wan snuggled in closer into the others warm chest.

“Better.” Obi-Wan agreed, tone hoarse as he curled against the
other with his face settling in the tanned chest in front of him.
Then he flickered his eyes over the bitten gland of Cody’s neck.
“This… is not going to be easy to explain to the council.”
Obi-Wan sighed then mewled quietly when the commander gently nuzzled
at his neck in turn, nosing the still tender bitten gland of Obi-Wan
neck with care.

“What’s there to explain? You went into heat, there was nothing
else to be done.” Cody tightened his arms around Obi-Wan. “I’ll
be here for you and come with you if you need. We had no toys, no
warning before you went into pre-heat and no suppressors on site that
would have worked for you in that time frame. Helix confirmed all of
that.” He nosed at the gland for a bit, having a vague memory of
biting into it and Obi-Wan crying out as he did.

Sighing, Obi-Wan mulled over that before shrugging. “We’re still
not sure what we’re dealing with here. The entire council
is…floundering to say the best.” He confessed quietly.

“What we’re dealing with.” Cody murmured firmly, so not to
leave any doubt in the other man. “Are wonderful Jedi omegas, warm
and sweet smelling that we were made for even if you’d never ask
for it and we’ll defend with our lives because you’re all
precious to us.” The commander lapped gently at the bite. “Ner
jetii…”

Relaxing slowly, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “…Cody
I need a shower, I’m sticky.” He snorted before gasping quietly
when warm fingertips slowly traced over the curve of his rear.

“Ner jetii…” Cody rumbled deeply, softer.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan keened, going pliant for the other man with a
flush rising over his pale skin.

()()()

Head in his hands, Mace just let out a long, drawn out moan of
despair. “We’re all kriffed.” He finally said what they were
all thinking and Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck while Cody
blinked in confusion.

The rest of the council made similar sounds of agreement.

“If its any relief, it seems like Master Yoda at least won’t be
following the pattern?” The redhead offered.

Yoda made a huffy noise and glared at Obi-Wan. “Stay with the
younglings I will.” He sniffed.

“…I didn’t think you wanted to be bonded anyway.” Depa said
dryly and smirked when Yoda sniffed at her.

“Worried about the rest I am, too old I am, too old several of us
are.” He sat back, suddenly looking frazzled. “How to deal with
this we are not sure…” He sighed.

Cody and Obi-Wan exchanged looks before the redhead stepped forward
to catch the other council members attention. “I guess we’ll just
have to take time to figure that out.”

Slowly and quietly, the rest of the council agreed.

Well… Cody had never been privy to see a bunch of more confused and
distressed omegas in his life.

…hopefully he never had to again.