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One of the A/B/O ObiAniDala fics with FLUFF DAMN YOU!!! And no angst this time!!! NO ANGST!!! I can’t handle all the feels!!!!! Thanks.

Posted on august 30, 2017 av swmoddy

Waking slowly, Obi-Wan gave a deep breath and a slow happy hum at the
smell in the air. Baked toast, the smell of brown sugar and cinnamon
in the air and with it most likely a freshly cut fruit salad.

Below the notes of food was the smell of baby powder and Obi-Wan
opened his eyes to peer towards the empty crib, smiling even more.

Anakin and Padme had been pampering him ever since the early birth of
Jinn, not letting him overwork himself either with Jinn or with Jedi
duties or even home chores.

Only light exercise and medic appointment outside of Jinn.

It could be frustrating at times but it was also sweet at the same
time, how much his alphas wanted to take care of him. Obi-Wan just
wasn’t used to it.

Carefully, Obi-Wan unwrapped himself from the cocoon that was the
blankets and slowly slipped his feet into his slippers before
standing, rubbing the small twinge the cesarean scar he still carried
as he made his way out of the bedroom.

Stopping in the doorway, he leaned against it and smiled softly as he
watched his mate and his babe.

Anakin was on the couch, holding Jinn and feeding him a bottle full
of pumped milk, crooning gently at his baby and nuzzling him, the
Jedi dressed in sweats and a suspiciously stained t-shirt. Padme was
in the kitchen, wearing a night robe and carefully flipping the toast
on the skillet, scratching at her loose hair that was spilling down
her back in waves of artificial curls, a yawn caught on her lips.

They looked soft.

Happy and content.

“…Morning.” He called out to them and Padme looked up and then
beamed, pushing the skillet to the side so the toast wouldn’t burn
before she hurried to his side, giving him a sweet kiss.

“Morning Obi-Wan, did you sleep well?” She questioned, cupping
his face in her hands.

“Mhmm, warm and nice and soft.” Obi-Wan leaned into the touch,
nuzzling slowly. “And I wake to lovely smells and sights.” He
grinned, peering at the kitchen and then to Anakin who gave him a
warm grin.

“Morning love.” Anakin greeted. “This little bub needed a
change and food so we decided it was best to take him out here.”

Obi-Wan just hummed at that and padded over to his second mate,
giving him a cheek kiss while leaning on the back of the couch.
“That’s fine, I know you two can handle him quite fine.” He
nosed lightly at Anakin’s neck. “You still driving me to the
temple for Che’s checkup?”

“Yup, Padme is having Sabe stay with Jinn while she’s at the
Senate meeting.” Anakin smiled a bit.

“I still don’t like the idea of all of us leaving him alone…”
Obi-Wan hesitated, glancing between his mates. “I mean I trust Sabe
but…”

Anakin crooned up at him. “Sabe was trained at the handmaiden camp,
she’s a skilled operative and we can trust her with Jinn. She
adores Jinn you know that.” He nosed at Obi-Wan’s cheek, feeling
beard scratch his nose.

Obi-Wan hesitated before nodding. “If you’re both sure.” He
glanced between Padme and Anakin.

“Sabe will protect Jinn with his life if needed.” Padme assured,
carrying a tray full of plates and bowls to the caff table.

On it was the steaming toast and as Obi-Wan suspected, freshly cut up
fruit and he sat down on the couch beside his mate as Padme padded
back to the kitchen to fetch both caff and tea. “I know, its just…
well I get antsy.”

“Its nesting behavior.” Anakin nosed at his mate some more now
that he was sitting, smiling. “We understand but we’ll be gone
tops an hour and a half Obi-Wan, Sabe can look after Jinn for that
time. He’ll most likely sleep.” He grinned.

Snorting quietly, Obi-Wan joined in on the grin. “He does sleep a
lot, but then again so do all little bubs in the beginning. Before we
know it he’s going to drive us insane.”

“Oh I’ve gotten warned that soon he’ll start screaming and
crying and not sleeping as much, he’s only doing it because he’s
premature. Once he gets a bit more energy, he’ll scream all night.”
Padme laughed as she set down the caff and then pressed the cup of
tea into Obi-Wan’s hand, smiling softly. “Now eat, you need it
for your appointment.”

“Yes dear.” Obi-Wan breathed in his tea and sighed happily,
relaxing in the morning light with his mate and the delicious
breakfast.

Oh CodyWan Baby so good :-) I suppose I’m the tenth personn to say it but it’s wonderful and I hope you’ll find the inspiration for more!

Posted on august 27, 2017 av swmoddy

It felt like forever as he stared up into those amber eyes that was
almost more familiar to himself then his own even.

Those eyes had looked at him for three years, from several faces and
as he stared at them now, Obi-Wan felt like his heart my burst out of
his chest as Cody’s hand tightened to bruising strength on his arm.

“Cody…” He got out again past the blockage of his throat.

The trooper finally moved, pulling Obi-Wan with him, looking like he
was fighting every step as he did.

For a moment Obi-Wan wondered if he’d end up in an escape pod but
he ended up in his room with Waxer as Cody took one last long look at
them and then the door shut, leaving him in the dimness.

“…Light 45 present…” Obi-Wan whispered, tucking his arms
around the sling and Waxer against his shoulder with care, nuzzling
the soft black hairs of his baby boy as he sat down no the sparse
bed.

()()()

Arms crossed over his chest, Vader waited for the next holo call from
Padme.

Padme…

He thought…

He thought she had died, that without him or Palpatine there to stop
it, death would come to her with swift wings but her words…

‘I survived because of Obi-Wan. Not you.’ Her own words.

He swallowed heavily and then tensed up his frame and his face as the
holo call came through.

Padme appeared once again, in the same clothes as last time, her hair
pulled back in a bun at the nape and oh she was as gorgeous as he
remembered if not even more so because she was alive even if she was
frowning at him.

Angry at him.

Somehow it was better to see her alive even if she hated him.

And yet he didn’t allow her to speak. “You’re alive because of
Obi-Wan?”

Padme pinched her lips together in that all to familiar, angry way
with her eyes narrowed and all. “When I gave birth, he was with me.
He held my hand the entire time and didn’t leave me alone one
moment, talked to me about how he was scared the fall might have
injured his baby, that he was terrified of having a spontaneous
abortion because of all the stress and he could really use a friend
who knew what he was about to go through. He was so scared and alone
and I couldn’t leave him alone for it.” She looked down, caught
up in the memory. “…He was as scared as I was and even more alone
then me…I couldn’t leave him alone.”

Vader blinked, arms dropping in surprise.

Obi-Wan scared?

That didn’t fit with… with Vader’s memories.

“Now have you decided? Are you letting Obi-Wan go?” Padme
suddenly snapped out, glaring at him.

“…No. Not without reassurance.” Vader growled out, his voice
low. “I want to see them now, on holo.”

“No.” Padme returned, crossing her arms over her breast. “Really
Vader, do you think I’m stupid? You are not meeting those babies
until Obi-Wan is out and free. Or do you think I honestly trust that
snake Palpatine or you? You CHOKED me, you almost killed me and he
murdered Jedi and turned their own troops on them. I am not giving
you access to them unless Obi-Wan is delivered to my custody.” She
huffed.

Vader recrossed his arms slowly. “…A compromise then.” He
murmured.

She was staring at him. “I’m listening.”

“Bail Organa sets up the meeting, I bring Obi-Wan and his child.
You bring yourself and the kids. Just you, just me, just the kids and
just Obi-Wan.” He stared at her.

Padme frowned at him, looking wary before she sighed. “Fine but if
there’s even a whisper of treachery, you are not seeing them.
Amidala out.” She cut the call once again.

Vader stared at it, his heart pounding even as he turned to Appo.
“Contact Bail Organa, tell him I want to speak with him as soon as
possible.” He lifted a hand, finger out. “Tell him it will
behoove him not to dally.”

“Yes sir.”

Oh CodyWan Baby so good :-) I suppose I’m the tenth personn to say it but it’s wonderful and I hope you’ll find the inspiration for more!

Posted on august 27, 2017 av swmoddy

It felt like forever as he stared up into those amber eyes that was
almost more familiar to himself then his own even.

“Cody…” He got out again past the blockage of his throat.

The trooper finally moved, pulling Obi-Wan with him, looking like he
was fighting every step as he did.

For a moment Obi-Wan wondered if he’d end up in an escape pod but
he ended up in his room with Waxer as Cody took one last long look at
them and then the door shut, leaving him in the dimness.

()()()

Arms crossed over his chest, Vader waited for the next holo call from
Padme.

Padme…

He thought…

He thought she had died, that without him or Palpatine there to stop
it, death would come to her with swift wings but her words…

‘I survived because of Obi-Wan. Not you.’ Her own words.

He swallowed heavily and then tensed up his frame and his face as the
holo call came through.

Angry at him.

Somehow it was better to see her alive even if she hated him.

And yet he didn’t allow her to speak. “You’re alive because of
Obi-Wan?”

Vader blinked, arms dropping in surprise.

Obi-Wan scared?

That didn’t fit with… with Vader’s memories.

“Now have you decided? Are you letting Obi-Wan go?” Padme
suddenly snapped out, glaring at him.

“…No. Not without reassurance.” Vader growled out, his voice
low. “I want to see them now, on holo.”

Vader recrossed his arms slowly. “…A compromise then.” He
murmured.

She was staring at him. “I’m listening.”

“Bail Organa sets up the meeting, I bring Obi-Wan and his child.
You bring yourself and the kids. Just you, just me, just the kids and
just Obi-Wan.” He stared at her.

Padme frowned at him, looking wary before she sighed. “Fine but if
there’s even a whisper of treachery, you are not seeing them.
Amidala out.” She cut the call once again.

“Yes sir.”

So I don’t know if you remember your cellbonded!au but it was very good! Would it be possible to ask for a continuation of that story? If not don’t worry about it, it was a long time ago. xD

Posted on august 27, 2017 av swmoddy

Of course Obi-Wan disappears for birth.

Of course his mate disappears for the
bloody birth, loses Cody, the entire 212^th, Ventress
(thank the Force) and even managed to lose the damn tracker Anakin
had put in the new boots he was wearing that had added heel support.

All because of the surprise ambush
Ventress lead against the relief effort his mate had been engaged in
at the time.

This time Anakin’s not actually at
fault for losing his mate since he was on the other side of the
planet with Ahsoka and the 501^st, engaged in battle with
the Wolfpack against the Separatist droid.

So this was Anakin’s current
situation.

His pregnant mate was somewhere in the
jungle, with the Separatist’s army, in labor, alone and without any
supplies.

Oh and did Anakin say that he was also
sans one boot?

Karking barve!

“Calm yourself Knight Skywalker, we
will find him.” Plo rested a hand on Anakin’s shoulder and the
blond reluctantly found his shoulders falling.

“Apologies master Plo, its just…”
He sighed.

Squeezing with care, Plo gave a faint
chuckle. “No, I understand. Your mate is out there and in labor
from what Cody can tell us. I’m honestly impressed that your
keeping your head as leveled as you are, I’ve meet worse alphas in
situations that are akin to these.” The kel dor offered quietly.
“But have faith, we’ll find him and find him first. All our
troopers are in on this.” He assured.

Taking a deep breath, Anakin nodded.

Okay.

He could do this.

()()()

“WHERE IS HE!?” Anakin was close to
tearing his unkempt curls out of his head, blue eyes wild as he
stared at Ahsoka who held up a pad in defense. “Its been barving
four days!” Anakin growled out. “And we’ve looked through half
the jungle!”

“Before you root me up and shake me
around, I have no idea and we really should continue looking.”
Ahsoka eeped out before using Plo as a shield against her own master
when the council member stepped into the command tent.

The kel dor gave a low hum as he
allowed said shield action. “It is too bad we can’t use speeders
in here to get around, it would allow us to search the forest much
easier.” He stroked his chin carefully. “You would think
that…oh dear that would explain why Obi-Wan has not returned on his
own.” Plo suddenly mused.

“What?” Anakin growled out, rolling
his shoulders.

“Well…for Obi-Wan not to return on
his own and for us not to be finding signs of battle or wounds…
well it does kind of indicate he may not only have gone into labor
Anakin but also given birth.” Plo explained slowly while shuffling
Ahsoka behind himself.

The blond alpha stared at the kel dor
for a long moment.

Then he dropped his face into his hands
and screamed, long and barely muffled by his hands as he took in the
information the other was giving it because in a twisted sort of
logic…it made utterly sense.

Which meant that his mate and his
newborn twins were out there in the forest.

The troopers stopped a second to stare
at the screaming Jedi before hurrying about with their tasks.

“Oh dear, his blood pressure must be
through the roof.” Plo murmured worriedly while Ahsoka stared at
her master with wide eyes.

“Poor Skyguy…”

So I don’t know if you remember your cellbonded!au but it was very good! Would it be possible to ask for a continuation of that story? If not don’t worry about it, it was a long time ago. xD

Posted on august 27, 2017 av swmoddy

Of course Obi-Wan disappears for birth.

All because of the surprise ambush
Ventress lead against the relief effort his mate had been engaged in
at the time.

So this was Anakin’s current
situation.

His pregnant mate was somewhere in the
jungle, with the Separatist’s army, in labor, alone and without any
supplies.

Oh and did Anakin say that he was also
sans one boot?

Karking barve!

“Calm yourself Knight Skywalker, we
will find him.” Plo rested a hand on Anakin’s shoulder and the
blond reluctantly found his shoulders falling.

“Apologies master Plo, its just…”
He sighed.

Taking a deep breath, Anakin nodded.

Okay.

He could do this.

()()()

“What?” Anakin growled out, rolling
his shoulders.

The blond alpha stared at the kel dor
for a long moment.

Which meant that his mate and his
newborn twins were out there in the forest.

The troopers stopped a second to stare
at the screaming Jedi before hurrying about with their tasks.

“Oh dear, his blood pressure must be
through the roof.” Plo murmured worriedly while Ahsoka stared at
her master with wide eyes.

“Poor Skyguy…”

I CANT BELIEVE YOU LEFT CODYWAN BABY THERE?!!! CAN WE PLEASE GET THE NEXT ONE FROM THE CLONES POV? HOW DO THEY FEEL HAVING SHOT DOWN THEIR PREGNANT GENERAL AT ORDER 66?!

Posted on august 22, 2017 av swmoddy

By the time they reach Vader’s Fist,
he already knows.

They already knows.

‘Pregnant. He was pregnant. The Jedi
was pregnant.’ Cody’s mind can’t seem to stop repeating those
words, ever louder as he stands holding onto the strap of the
transport so he doesn’t get shaken off his feet and fall.

They shot down a pregnant man.

Pregnant by Cody.

His hand tightens on the strap at that
thought.

‘He looks thin but that may be the
desert where Lord Vader found him doing.’ Appo’s voice in his
head. ‘Child looks healthy though, its young. Darkish skin and
black hair that shines a bit with red when the light lands the right
way on him. Kenobi keeps to himself for the most part, we see him
occasionally fetching food with a guard down in mess but that’s
generally all unless Vader demands his presence.’

Cody closed his eyes, taking a deep
breath through his nose.

The tickle of a memory, Obi-Wan resting
on his chest, grinning softly at him with his arms resting on Cody’s
chest, idle talk of after the war. Idle talk of adopting children?

‘Waxer’s a good name if its a boy.’

Soft green eyes, a tenderly curved
smile, light through copper hair and the sprawl of sun against pale
freckled skin.

Cody’s head and heart hurt.

()()()

The soft blue tunic and leggings don’t
hide the thinness of the body of the Jedi but that could be memory
distortion from age telling Cody that he was thinner then when the
war raged. The white sling keeps his attention more then the man
though and Cody’s fingers itch with the need to reach out and
touch, to see for himself…

The holocall puts a lid on most things
but Cody can’t look away, not even if he wanted to look away.

“Padme-” Lord Vader starts only to
be cut off.

“Take off that ridiculous mask
Anakin.” The former Senator hissed, eyes narrowed. “I’m not
talking or negotiating with a mask.” She offered firmly, all
spitfire and heat.

There was a moment and then the black
clothed Imperial agent finally reached up and pulled his mask off.

And finally Obi-Wan looked at Cody.

Mostly by accident, the aging copper
haired man looking away from the Sith Lord and right at Cody.

His arms came up around the babe who
gave a grumpy little mewl from the sling and Obi-Wan forced his eyes
away again to a random console. But it had given Cody a glimt at a
man he had once loved with all his heart.

Wait… once loved?

No that was wrong. Loved still.

No…

Cody wearily lifted a hand to his scar
and rubbed at his aching temple.

His head hurt.

()()()

Staring at the console, Obi-Wan
considered his options as he stood there, Padme and An-Vader’s
voices floating over him as Vader continued to decline and Padme
pushed harder for Obi-Wan’s release.

‘How did it all come to this?’
Obi-Wan wondered sadly, stroking Waxer’s head.

Padme a leader of the rebellion, a face
for the fallen Republic and a voice of freedom.

Anakin, Fallen Anakin turned Vader, the
attack dog of the Empire’s Emperor, ready to leash the galaxy as if
it was a slave to the whims of the Emperor.

He kept his words behind his teeth
however, his own safety was not his primary concern here, Waxer’s
was.

Padme gave an angry snarl and slammed
her hands on the console on the other side of the holocall, glaring
at Vader. “Fine, I’ll make an offer you can’t refuse. Obi-Wan
and Waxer’s freedom in trade for you finally meeting your
children.” She snapped.

Obi-Wan jerked his head to the holo.
“Padme no!”

“Children?” Vader got out, sounding
choked. “They…you both survived? I…”

“I survived because of Obi-Wan. Not
you.” Padme glared harder. “You almost killed me but we all make
sacrifices don’t we. So this is the trade, Obi-Wan and Waxer for
you meeting your children.”

“…Children…multiple?” Vader
stared at her.

“I’m giving you twenty four hours
to think it over.” The holo shut down, leaving Obi-Wan with a
stunned and slowly turning angry Sith.

“…You knew about this.” Vader
growled out.

Obi-Wan looked at him slowly and felt
like screaming as he stared at the face of someone he had once cared
for. “…You almost killed her. She would have died if I hadn’t
been there.” He murmured, shoulders tense. “She almost did die.”

Vader snarled at him, yellow eyes
flashing in anger and Obi-Wan expected a hand to wrap around his
throat any moment. “Get him out of my SIGHT!”

A hand wrapped around his arm and
Obi-Wan was pulled away from the command bridge, the door snapping
shut behind them and for a moment the Jedi felt relief…until he
looked up and meet the amber eyes of Cody, the two staring at each
other.

“Cody…”

I CANT BELIEVE YOU LEFT CODYWAN BABY THERE?!!! CAN WE PLEASE GET THE NEXT ONE FROM THE CLONES POV? HOW DO THEY FEEL HAVING SHOT DOWN THEIR PREGNANT GENERAL AT ORDER 66?!

Posted on august 22, 2017 av swmoddy

By the time they reach Vader’s Fist,
he already knows.

They already knows.

They shot down a pregnant man.

Pregnant by Cody.

His hand tightens on the strap at that
thought.

Cody closed his eyes, taking a deep
breath through his nose.

The tickle of a memory, Obi-Wan resting
on his chest, grinning softly at him with his arms resting on Cody’s
chest, idle talk of after the war. Idle talk of adopting children?

‘Waxer’s a good name if its a boy.’

Soft green eyes, a tenderly curved
smile, light through copper hair and the sprawl of sun against pale
freckled skin.

Cody’s head and heart hurt.

()()()

The holocall puts a lid on most things
but Cody can’t look away, not even if he wanted to look away.

“Padme-” Lord Vader starts only to
be cut off.

“Take off that ridiculous mask
Anakin.” The former Senator hissed, eyes narrowed. “I’m not
talking or negotiating with a mask.” She offered firmly, all
spitfire and heat.

There was a moment and then the black
clothed Imperial agent finally reached up and pulled his mask off.

And finally Obi-Wan looked at Cody.

Mostly by accident, the aging copper
haired man looking away from the Sith Lord and right at Cody.

Wait… once loved?

No that was wrong. Loved still.

No…

Cody wearily lifted a hand to his scar
and rubbed at his aching temple.

His head hurt.

()()()

‘How did it all come to this?’
Obi-Wan wondered sadly, stroking Waxer’s head.

Padme a leader of the rebellion, a face
for the fallen Republic and a voice of freedom.

Anakin, Fallen Anakin turned Vader, the
attack dog of the Empire’s Emperor, ready to leash the galaxy as if
it was a slave to the whims of the Emperor.

He kept his words behind his teeth
however, his own safety was not his primary concern here, Waxer’s
was.

Obi-Wan jerked his head to the holo.
“Padme no!”

“Children?” Vader got out, sounding
choked. “They…you both survived? I…”

“…Children…multiple?” Vader
stared at her.

“I’m giving you twenty four hours
to think it over.” The holo shut down, leaving Obi-Wan with a
stunned and slowly turning angry Sith.

“…You knew about this.” Vader
growled out.

Vader snarled at him, yellow eyes
flashing in anger and Obi-Wan expected a hand to wrap around his
throat any moment. “Get him out of my SIGHT!”

“Cody…”

CODYWAN BABY! CODYWAN BABY! CODYWAN BABY! PLEASE MORE CODYWAN BABY! OMG I need to know whats happening to little Waxer. Did Vader take them both? Does he know about Luke? Is Boil alive? IS CODY??? How do the other clones feel about little Waxer? And you are a beautiful, wonderful person thank you for existing :) .

Posted on august 20, 2017 av swmoddy

There was someone in the room with
them, standing much to close to Waxer’s crib then Obi-Wan was
honestly comfortable with but he was so tired and the Force collar
was sapping his strength as much as the baby’s odd sleeping habits.

No one on the ship was out to hurt him,
Vader had ensured that, a decree and order to all troopers working on
Vader’s Fist.

And the person had been there for the
better part of half an hour from what Obi-Wan’s drowsy brain could
gather.

A soft mewling noise filled the air and
Obi-Wan made his own noise in counter point, shifting and pushing
himself up. “I’m here…I’m here little light.” He yawned,
feeling more then seeing the person shift in the dark. “Give me a
moment Waxer.”

The former Jedi gets to his feet and
lifts Waxer before the babe can start crying, nuzzling gently at him.
“Lights, thirty percent.” He murmurs and then glances at the
person still in the room, blinking a bit as he takes in the white and
orange colored uniform with visible surprise.

Its a clone trooper, one of HIS clone
troopers.

“…Boil.” He murmured in quiet
greeting before moving to the bed, the trooper still standing frozen
by the wall even as Obi-Wan sat down and shifted his sleep robe
around enough to feed Waxer. “There you go little one.” Breast
feeding is still one of the strangest things Obi-Wan has done but
hey, he needed to feed Waxer while in hiding, there had been nothing
else for it.

A thought occurred to Obi-Wan and he
looked back at the trooper he could feel staring at them. “Is the
rest of 212^th here? Is commander Cody?”

There was a little twitch then Boil
removed his helmet, staring at him and the babe still. “Yes, to
both questions. The commander is in meeting with Lord Vader
currently, the rest are finding their bunks.”

“Oh.” And wasn’t that a real
kicker, Cody was on the ship and from the sounds of it, both he and
Obi-Wan’s former men were there to stay long enough to require
bunks. He’d done his best to avoid the troopers, especially the
ones he’s recognized of the 501^st, the anguish he felt
about all of this had been easier then if he could just…

Not thinking about it now.

Didn’t seem to be an option now.

He looked up from Waxer nursing when
Boil moved again, the troopers eyes on the baby too. “His name…its
Waxer?” The arc trooper questioned softly.

“…I liked Waxer, he was a good
man.” Obi-Wan murmured, shifting a bit as Boil moved towards him,
staring at the nursing babe before heading out the ship door while
putting his helmet back on.

Obi-Wan breathed out a bit then sighed,
settling with his back against the wall as he pulled his legs up
beneath him. “…Well then little one, you might meet your daddy
tomorrow.” Obi-Wan offered quietly.

()()()

Being brought up to the bridge is not
exactly something Obi-Wan is comfortable with in the current climate,
Waxer tucked up in the sling against his chest as he moves to Vader’s
side and pointedly tries not to look at the orange painted armored
men all over the bridge among their comrades in blue.

“You requested me here?” Obi-Wan
offered easily, desert thinned shoulders tense under the provided
clean clothes he was given as Vader gave him a long look through his
helmet.

“There was a hail, from a Rebellion
ship, a request to speak to me about something important. I wanted
you here while talking to them.” The Sith offered easily, his voice
rasping through the mask modular.

‘Ah…a pointed hostage should they
try anything…’ Obi-Wan shifted and nodded, trying not to feel the
heat of one particular gave from a certain clone commander. “I see.
I should add that Waxer is around his usual feeding time and he might
start crying.”

Vader just wanted his hand and turned
to the comm set up, crossing his arms over his chest as they waited
for the hail again.

Obi-Wan was honestly getting faintly
tired by the time, stroking Waxer’s stomach gently, when the hail
did come. Curiously, even without the Force, Obi-Wan had an itching
sensation he knew who it was.

He was proven right.

“Anakin let Obi-Wan go right this
instant!” Padme snapped, her pretty face set in a deep furrow of
concern and angry, clearly wearing a cardigan over a uniform stitched
with the emblem of the starbird, the sign of the rebellion.

This close, Obi-Wan heard the hitch of
Vader’s breath when the man caught sight of his wife for the first
time since the creation of the Empire.

Then Padme caught sight of Obi-Wan, the
woman’s eyes turning wide and her fists slackening in surprise.
“Obi-Wan! Are you alright?” Her eyes flickered over him, taking
in his clothes and the sling containing Waxer.

“I’m not hurt. Lord Vader has been
gracious enough to provide me quarters and supplies for Waxer.”
Obi-Wan confirmed with a light tone as if he wasn’t scared for his
future and the future of his own child, staring at Padme with a soft
smile. “Its good to see you again Padme.”

Her lips pursed visibly in the holo.
“You were suppose to stay hidden, we told you to stay hidden.” She scolded quietly before
swinging her eyes back on Vader, husband and wife speaking from
different sides.

CODYWAN BABY! CODYWAN BABY! CODYWAN BABY! PLEASE MORE CODYWAN BABY! OMG I need to know whats happening to little Waxer. Did Vader take them both? Does he know about Luke? Is Boil alive? IS CODY??? How do the other clones feel about little Waxer? And you are a beautiful, wonderful person thank you for existing :) .

Posted on august 20, 2017 av swmoddy

No one on the ship was out to hurt him,
Vader had ensured that, a decree and order to all troopers working on
Vader’s Fist.

And the person had been there for the
better part of half an hour from what Obi-Wan’s drowsy brain could
gather.

Its a clone trooper, one of HIS clone
troopers.

A thought occurred to Obi-Wan and he
looked back at the trooper he could feel staring at them. “Is the
rest of 212^th here? Is commander Cody?”

Not thinking about it now.

Didn’t seem to be an option now.

He looked up from Waxer nursing when
Boil moved again, the troopers eyes on the baby too. “His name…its
Waxer?” The arc trooper questioned softly.

“…I liked Waxer, he was a good
man.” Obi-Wan murmured, shifting a bit as Boil moved towards him,
staring at the nursing babe before heading out the ship door while
putting his helmet back on.

()()()

“You requested me here?” Obi-Wan
offered easily, desert thinned shoulders tense under the provided
clean clothes he was given as Vader gave him a long look through his
helmet.

Vader just wanted his hand and turned
to the comm set up, crossing his arms over his chest as they waited
for the hail again.

He was proven right.

This close, Obi-Wan heard the hitch of
Vader’s breath when the man caught sight of his wife for the first
time since the creation of the Empire.

For Happyasus, Obi-wan finally giving birth!

Posted on august 19, 2017 av swmoddy

“Qui-Gon…Qui-Gon wake up.” Obi-Wan shakes at his mate, frowning
heavily before sighing. “Qui-Gon for Force sake…”

The other Jedi grumbles and shifts against the sheets. “Five more
minutes…”

“I don’t have five more minuets Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan huffed in
frustration and then winced as a telling wetness spread between his
thighs and soaked into the sheets below him, pain lacing his spine
and hips. “…Qui-Gon I’m going into labor.”

“Mmmn, that’s nice dear.” The long haired master mumbled.

There was a second where only Obi-Wan’s hitched breathing filled
the air.

And then Qui-Gon promptly sat up. “You’re going into LABOR!?”

“Finally he gets it.” Obi-Wan mumbled, shuffling to the edge of
the bed and struggling to his feet with one hand on the nightstand.
Qui-Gon took that moment to tangle himself further into slightly wet
blankets and fall of the bed on the other side, panic filling the
Force.

The other man meanwhile quietly shuffled towards the door and opening
it. “Please bring my pad, I’d like to have something to rea-”

“You’re going into labor!?” Qui-Gon squeaked, finally getting
loose and getting up, grabbing Obi-Wan’s robe to throw it around
the other mans shoulders.

“Yes and please keep calm, and quiet down, Anakin is still slee-”

“No I’m not anymore. You going into labor Obi-Wan?” Anakin
blinked, moving out of his bedroom while pulling on his own robe.
“Need help walking?” He questioned.

“No, no I’m good, try to get your fool master and my mate to calm
down though?” Obi-Wan waddled towards the doors before stopping.
“Oh, my robe.”

Qui-Gon caught up to his omega and slipped the robe around the others
shoulders, making a loud noise in his throat. “How are you so
calm!?”

Obi-Wan blinked up at him. “Qui-Gon, I’m in the temple, with
healers.” He smiled. “I’ve been preparing for this moment for
weeks, months even.” He chuckled.

Shrugging a bit, Anakin picked up a pad from the coffee table. “Mom
was a midwife for a lot of omegas back on Tatooine, I saw my fair
share of labors and even helped. Obi-Wan’s in a much better place
then they were.”

Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin before making a low noise as Qui-Gon picked
him up. “Hey, I can walk…”

“I’d rather you not stagger and waddle all the way to the Halls.
I hardly think you want people to see you waddle that way either.”
Qui-Gon got out, carrying of to the door and out.

()()()

“She wont disappear if you stop staring at her.”

“Shh, precious moments Anakin, let me have this.” Qui-Gon
whispered, hands resting on the edge of the crib and his chin on his
hands, staring at the baby.

His baby.

His and Obi-Wan’s.

She was small and pink and had tufts of dark hair that looked like
Qui-Gon’s when it wasn’t salt and peppered and a tiny button
nose.

“…Hello little one.” He whispered. “Welcome to the galaxy
sweet one.”

From the medibed, Obi-Wan smiled drowsily at his crooning mate. ‘What
a sweet, silly man you are…’