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Can we see Alpha Qui-gon escaping and reuniting with Omega Obi-wan? Or Obi-wan coming to his rescue?

Posted on juni 13, 2017 av swmoddy

There is no waiting on the council to
officially recognize him as he throws himself at the man in the
middle of the room, his mate’s neck bloody and raw looking and his
hands just so too. But alive, Qui-Gon’s alive and his arms are
wrapping around him when Obi-Wan throws himself at the taller mans
chest.

“Obi-Wan!” The alpha breathed out
then pulled him more firmly against his chest, nuzzling into his hair
and murmuring in relief, raw hands pressed to his back and nose
taking in the scent of his mate.

“Where the hell have you been?”
Obi-Wan rasped out before reaching up and cupping the others face in
his hands, staring at him with wide eyes. “Do you have any idea
what it felt like when the mating bond just…” He swallowed then
pulled the other down into a kiss, feeling Qui-Gon’s hands clench
on his hips even as he responded to the kiss.

There was a few moments before someone
cleared their throat. “Not to be a pyjak but we are still in a
council meeting that requires a report before Qui-Gon needs to go to
the healers.”

Obi-Wan pulled back at that, falling
back on his feet from his toes as he blinked at the council before
flushing darkly. “A-Apologies I ju-”

Mace waved him off and Yoda sniggered a
bit. “Understand we do, but report necessary is. Yan Dooku you
mentioned Master Qui-Gon?”

The long haired alpha took a deep
breath and kept his arm around Obi-Wan as he turned back to the
council, nodding. “I’m afraid he’s gone off the deep end
masters. But some of his accusations ring true despite that. He
claimed that there’s a sith in the Senate pulling strings since
Naboo and I’m inclined to believe him.”

Obi-Wan tucked into his mates side as
he listened to the explanation to what happened to Qui-Gon.

So he’s privileged to see how Yoda’s
ears sink at the news of his former padawan’s fall from grace but
that’s nothing to how they outright drop when Qui-Gon tells them
that not only has Dooku walked from the Jedi order…he’s Fallen.

“I’m sorry Master Yoda.” Qui-Gon
whispered.

Yoda sighed. “Knew broken away from
my teaching he had. Knew how far he had fallen I did not.” The old
being’s ears twitched. “…Sith he now is?”

“…I think so yes. The things he
said seemed to indicate it.” Qui-Gon confirmed, the two sharing a
long look, grandpadawan to grandmaster.

Yoda closed his eyes for what felt like
a long moment before he opened them again and looked around the room.
“Then a new enemy the Jedi order has.”

The silence was harsh like a grave.

“Take him alive if possible we must,
questions about the Sith master I have.” Yoda’s tone hardened.
“But if not possible then the Jedi order will do what it must do.”

They all stared at Yoda before they
bowed their heads in understanding, knowing how much those words must
have hurt him, Yan was his last padawan and now… Force, Yoda looked
his 800 years more then ever at that moment.

“If its all the same masters, may I
take my mate to the healers now?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly into
the silence, glancing at the raw hand on his waist and then at the
neck which bore the raw marks of a collar.

Yoda breathed out and nodded. “A
report we now have, an official account into the Archives can go
later. Take master Qui-Gon with you, you shall.”

Obi-Wan bowed as far as he could with
the swell of his stomach in the way and grasped Qui-Gon by the elbow,
slowly pulling him along eagerly. His mate followed docilely, smiling
gently at him, seemingly just grateful to be home.

Squeezing the others elbow, Obi-Wan
reached out through their bond so the other knew just how much he had
been missed and how how worried he had been.

Sorrow and relief came back. Sorrow for
putting Obi-Wan through the entire thing and relief for being home as
Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around the other as they entered the
elevator. “I’m home love. I’m here.” He whispered, one raw
scrubbed hand resting on the curved stomach. “I won’t be leaving
anytime soon.”

“I’m going to kick you if you do.”
Obi-Wan muttered into the others chest. “…Are you hurt anywhere
else?”

“No. I rubbed my neck raw on the
collar and my hands digging my way out.” Qui-Gon sighed. “No
where else love.” He nuzzled into the others hair, letting the
scent of home sooth him. “Does Anakin know…”

“Yes. He’s waiting on us in medical
bay. Not an easy feat I tell you.”

That just got a soft chuckle out of
Qui-Gon as he continued holding the other. “Well done then…”

And then they both grew quiet when the
babe inside Obi-Wan kicked.

Qui-Gon blinked before smiling softly.
“Seems you’re not the only one excited that I’m home.”

“I imagine they missed you as much as
I did.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“And I missed you.” Qui-Gon
tightened his arm around Obi-Wan, petting the stomach gently with one
hand.

I LOVE YOU!!! You are doing so much more justice to this idea I got at 4am one day than I could ever imagine ever reading. You have all the reactions perfectly, I’m not sure I can truly explain how I feel right now. I’m just beaming at my screen really. So again if you continue you would make me very happy, I give you free rein of what to do with Little Stars <3

Posted on juni 8, 2017 av swmoddy

He’s so very little.

Obi-Wan’s not sure if that’s
because he didn’t do what he should when he was pregnant with
Anakin, because of Zan Arbor’s method of…conception, because
Obi-Wan was fifteen or because that was just how babies were. But his
hands are so tiny even compared to Obi-Wan’s fingers as Anakin
clings to it.

A low curse got him to look up from the
blue eyes to watch his Master struggle with the baby cot that the
creche had supplied along with several boxes of things that the
newborn would need. One of creche masters had already shown Obi-Wan
how to feed, burp and change Anakin’s diaper when they were there
while Qui-Gon was getting what they would need.

He was suppose to come back so they
could show him how to bath him too at some point though they were
satisfied with how Obi-Wan held him, called it a natural parental
hold where Obi-Wan was supporting Anakin and holding him protectively
without it being too tight.

“Are you alright Master?” He
questioned at yet another curse.

Qui-Gon almost dropped the multi-tool
in his hands, giving his padawan a wide eyed look. “Force Obi-Wan,
I think that’s what I should ask.”

“He’s yours too.” Obi-Wan
shrugged and hadn’t that been a shock, Anakin’s other parent
being Qui-Gon, his master. The Healer who had taken the blood sample
had given both wide eyed looks before continuing Anakin’s
examination, shaking of her shock.

“I didn’t carry him and give birth
padawan of mine.” Qui-Gon placed the tool down and moved to the
couch, sitting down. “You’re still pale and worn looking even
after the Healers.” He sighed and then smiled down at the wide eyed
babe on Obi-Wan’s lap. “At least someones interested in the
world.”

“He’s going to go to sleep soon.
He’s just interested in a new space right now I think.” Obi-Wan
glanced back down at Anakin before looking back at his master. “But
are you okay?” He questioned again, knowing his master had just
side stepped the question that his padawan had asked by using the
situation.

Standard tactic.

Qui-Gon face tightened a bit then it
eased when he sighed. “Honestly, no. My fifteen year old padawan
got abducted, his rights violated, had a baby to term, gave birth in
a barn far away from medical help and Force knows what could have
happened and now has to take one of the biggest decisions of his
life…and I wasn’t there to protect him from it in the start.”
Qui-Gon felt like an utter failure. Micah and Tahl had already called
to hear if the rumors were true.

That Obi-Wan…

“You were there when I needed you
though.” Came the soft voice and Qui-Gon looked at the other
quickly, Obi-Wan smiling a bit. “I couldn’t have done it alone
and…and I didn’t notice Anakin either.”

The older Jedi stared at him before
reaching out and gently capturing Obi-Wan’s braid, giving it a
little tug. “When did you become so wise.” He smiled gently.

That just got a little smile in return
before Qui-Gon pushed himself back on his feet and picked up the
multi-tool again. “Alright, I’ll get the cot finished, he should
have a proper place to rest and not just a makeshift bunk with
blankets.”

Obi-Wan watched him for a few moments
before looking down at the blond whisped baby on his lap. “…You
know…I didn’t know about you…but…welcome to the world
Anakin.” He smiled a bit, wiggling the fingers Anakin had a tight
grasp on. “I hope I do right by you.” He added softly.

Qui-Gon slowed down a bit and glanced
over his shoulder at the two. “If its any help Obi-Wan, you won’t
be alone about this my padawan.”

“That is to great help Master.” The
two smiled at each other…and then Qui-Gon dropped the multi-tool on
his foot and started cursing up a low storm.

Obi-Wan sniggered to himself and gave
Anakin a small grin as the baby squirmed a bit on his lap in response
to the sound. ‘Just another day then…’

I LOVE YOU!!! You are doing so much more justice to this idea I got at 4am one day than I could ever imagine ever reading. You have all the reactions perfectly, I’m not sure I can truly explain how I feel right now. I’m just beaming at my screen really. So again if you continue you would make me very happy, I give you free rein of what to do with Little Stars <3

Posted on juni 8, 2017 av swmoddy

He’s so very little.

“Are you alright Master?” He
questioned at yet another curse.

Qui-Gon almost dropped the multi-tool
in his hands, giving his padawan a wide eyed look. “Force Obi-Wan,
I think that’s what I should ask.”

Standard tactic.

That Obi-Wan…

The older Jedi stared at him before
reaching out and gently capturing Obi-Wan’s braid, giving it a
little tug. “When did you become so wise.” He smiled gently.

Qui-Gon slowed down a bit and glanced
over his shoulder at the two. “If its any help Obi-Wan, you won’t
be alone about this my padawan.”

“That is to great help Master.” The
two smiled at each other…and then Qui-Gon dropped the multi-tool on
his foot and started cursing up a low storm.

Obi-Wan sniggered to himself and gave
Anakin a small grin as the baby squirmed a bit on his lap in response
to the sound. ‘Just another day then…’

Why are you so good at writing ??? I’m already obsessed with the new obikin mpreg story. When you continue on with it please give us all the angst. (Anakin thinking the baby is someone else’s and getting jealous, obi wan with his usual self deprecating thoughts)

Posted on juni 6, 2017 av swmoddy

“So…um…Uiron, nice posting?”
Anakin scrambled for something to say even as Obi-Wan put the kettle
to heat to make tea, resisting the urge to let his eyes slide lower
to the curve of Obi-Wan’s belly again.

“A bit cold but calm, the people were
nice and the posting was calm. Had to figure out how to use water
vapors since it was out on the edges of the Rim” Obi-Wan murmured,
feeling Anakin’s eyes on him. The other had refused to leave him
alone, followed him to the council chamber, waited for him to finish
reporting and followed him to his old quarters to help him settle in
again.

And all the while his former padawan’s
eyes had lingered on Obi-Wan’s stomach when the other thought
Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

“How has Coruscant been while I was
gone?” He settled on as he turned around, leaning against the
counter to peer at Anakin at the dinner table.

Anakin rubbed his neck at that. “Its
been…strange. Without you. I’m glad you’re back.” He smiled
at the other.

“I’m glad to be back.” Obi-Wan
returned the smile before humming. “I’d offer you some biscuit
now but I’m afraid that there’s nothing here…I’ll have to
stock up on some things tomorrow.” He sighed.

“I’d help if you want. I’m more
then willing to help.” Anakin offered quickly. “It would be nice
to catch up with you and help you settle back in.” His eyes
flickered over the swell of the others stomach and then firmly jumped
back to Obi-Wan’s face. “I mean, I’m not doing much right now
anyhow. Since I’m on probation.”

“Pro…probation?” Obi-Wan blinked
and the blond winced a bit, rubbing his hands together.

He looked almost reluctant, a bit
shamed. “I…didn’t take you leaving so well. And um… then
Padme and me called another break after about two months after you
left and then…well our divorce is getting finalized.” He
confessed.

‘Divorce? He’s…’ Obi-Wan stared
at him.

“We’re still friends, its a mutual
agreement.” Anakin sighed, bowing his head. “But the
Council…well it feels a probation would do me good, stay here,
meditate, collect my thoughts…” He grimaced. “I think its
punishment since I had special dispensation to make this all work.”

“I…don’t know quite what to say.”
Obi-Wan confessed, turning around when the kettle whistled so he
could add water to the teapot. “Friends?”

“Yes, like I said, mutual agreement.”
Anakin watched the other, the way Obi-Wan’s hair curled around
against the nape of his neck, the finely groomed beard and the
profile of his nose. Force he had missed the other man. “Padme and
I are still good friends.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan hummed before
carrying the now full pot to the table and getting two cups.

“…And what about you Obi-Wan? I
mean…you…that is…” Anakin’s eyes fell to the others
stomach. “…You’re pregnant.” He finally said, feeling an itch
along his spine at the words.

“Yes, I…hmm, well it doesn’t
matter. I’m back because I’m temple locked now since I’ve close
to the six month mark.” Obi-Wan sat down carefully.

“Close to…” Blue eyes stared at
him as Obi-Wan avoided the others gaze.

“Yes, standard policy, six month mark
you start getting too visible and its dangerous for the fetus if you
opt to keep it.” Obi-Wan poured tea. “Which I did.”

“…I wasn’t aware you could…”

“A quirk of my people.” Obi-Wan
picked up his cup. “Most Stewjoni can. Since gender is rather fluid
there its possible for same sex couple to…well yes. I carry that
quirk with me.” He shrugged a bit.

“I see…and the other parent?”
Anakin closed his hands tightly around the cup Obi-Wan had poured for
him, shoulders tense as his heart did an odd sort of stutter of
someone else with Obi-Wan.

“Is…not in the picture.” The Jedi
Master murmured, shoulders slumping a bit.

“Okay…well…um…” A awkward
silence filled the air as both drank tea.

Anakin had spent weeks wishing for
Obi-Wan back and now he was and he had no idea what to even say. He
knew Obi-Wan was sexually active, of course he did, he could still
remember the other under his hands, the callused foot rubbing along
his calf before the leg rested over the small of his back as he
thrust deep.

But he didn’t think…and the other
parent wasn’t involved?

Force…

What kind of idiot wouldn’t want
that, want Obi-Wan?

From the slump of Obi-Wan’s shoulder
Anakin decided not to dig in, instead he decided to tell him about
the on goings of the Temple that had happened the last five months
and felt his stomach settle when Obi-Wan smiled at him, grateful for
the subject change obviously.

Why are you so good at writing ??? I’m already obsessed with the new obikin mpreg story. When you continue on with it please give us all the angst. (Anakin thinking the baby is someone else’s and getting jealous, obi wan with his usual self deprecating thoughts)

Posted on juni 6, 2017 av swmoddy

And all the while his former padawan’s
eyes had lingered on Obi-Wan’s stomach when the other thought
Obi-Wan wasn’t aware.

“How has Coruscant been while I was
gone?” He settled on as he turned around, leaning against the
counter to peer at Anakin at the dinner table.

Anakin rubbed his neck at that. “Its
been…strange. Without you. I’m glad you’re back.” He smiled
at the other.

“Pro…probation?” Obi-Wan blinked
and the blond winced a bit, rubbing his hands together.

‘Divorce? He’s…’ Obi-Wan stared
at him.

“I…don’t know quite what to say.”
Obi-Wan confessed, turning around when the kettle whistled so he
could add water to the teapot. “Friends?”

“I see.” Obi-Wan hummed before
carrying the now full pot to the table and getting two cups.

“…And what about you Obi-Wan? I
mean…you…that is…” Anakin’s eyes fell to the others
stomach. “…You’re pregnant.” He finally said, feeling an itch
along his spine at the words.

“Yes, I…hmm, well it doesn’t
matter. I’m back because I’m temple locked now since I’ve close
to the six month mark.” Obi-Wan sat down carefully.

“Close to…” Blue eyes stared at
him as Obi-Wan avoided the others gaze.

“Yes, standard policy, six month mark
you start getting too visible and its dangerous for the fetus if you
opt to keep it.” Obi-Wan poured tea. “Which I did.”

“…I wasn’t aware you could…”

“I see…and the other parent?”
Anakin closed his hands tightly around the cup Obi-Wan had poured for
him, shoulders tense as his heart did an odd sort of stutter of
someone else with Obi-Wan.

“Is…not in the picture.” The Jedi
Master murmured, shoulders slumping a bit.

“Okay…well…um…” A awkward
silence filled the air as both drank tea.

But he didn’t think…and the other
parent wasn’t involved?

Force…

What kind of idiot wouldn’t want
that, want Obi-Wan?

Thank you for writing my prompt about pregnant Obi-Wan ^^ Him being 15 is good, better than 13, you’re right. If you ever decide to continue it I would be delighted, if not it’s ok, plenty more of your writing to enjoy :) Thank you again <3 (little stars is intended as the AU name right? love it!)

Posted on juni 2, 2017 av swmoddy

In retrospect,
perhaps he should have suspected it.

But Obi-Wan had
not shown any of the standard signs of being pregnant except for
sleeping a bit more then common and growing a bit chubby compared to
his usual rake self thin.

No nausea, no
complaining about soreness’s (though that could be sheer stubbornness
on Obi-Wan’s side), no mention of a moving mass inside of him, no
unusual cravings and no major mood swings.

But looking down
at the robe swaddled pink thing in his arms he could not deny that
Obi-Wan had indeed been pregnant.

‘Force he’s
fifteen, how did this happen?’

He didn’t think
Obi-Wan was particularly sexually active yet, it didn’t make sense
fo-wait…

Qui-Gon sat down
beside his sleeping padawan, glancing down at the pale skinned and
sweaty looking teenager wrapped up in his own robe.

Nine months.

Nine months ago
Obi-Wan had been in the grasp of Zan Arbor.

Qui-Gon felt
disgust wrap around his heart even as he tucked the babe closer to
him and rested one hand on Obi-Wan’s head.

She would have
done something like this, wouldn’t she.

An experiment.

Force…

“Oh Obi-Wan,
what has she done to you.” He whispered, voice rough.

His padawan made
no answer, curled up beneath the robe, shivering faintly and Qui-Gon
felt worry set in. He had done what he could with the limited
supplies in the barn but Obi-Wan would need a medic and they needed
to get off planet.

‘…I guess
there’s no other solution, we will never reach the Order issued
shuttle like this.’ Qui-Gon would have to steal a shuttle.

()()()

Unsure how to
feel, Obi-Wan continued to watch the little one in his arms, his
index finger in the boys mouth.

On one hand, he
feels violated in the most basic and intimate of ways, the rights of
his body taken away by someone else.

On the other he
knows that this one, this little pink thing with soft tufts of blond
hair, is not at fault and is as much a victim of the situation as
Obi-Wan is.

“…He needs a
name.” Obi-Wan whispered from the second pilot seat, glancing over
at his master and then back down at the baby in his arms. It was
easier to shut down his emotions for now, easier to let himself be
numb and let logic take over.

He could do logic.

“Do you want to
name him?” Qui-Gon murmured, equally quiet.

Did Obi-Wan?

Could he?

It would
be…attachment wouldn’t it?

Was Obi-Wan
attached?

He didn’t know
what to feel about anything at the moment and promptly shut down his
emotions to rely on logic again, feeling Qui-Gon’s eyes on him from
the pilot seat. “He needs a name, he can’t just be called baby.”
Obi-Wan mumbled.

“Alright, a name
then.” Qui-Gon turned the chair, the lights of hyperspace around
them leading them right to Coruscant since Qui-Gon knew healers would
be better for Obi-Wan and the babe. The emergency medical supplies on
the ship had allowed him to help Obi-Wan for now. “Any ideas?”

Obi-Wan considered
it, watching as the babe opened his blue eyes. “…Anakin.” He ended
on, the name felt right, felt proper and to his surprise the Force
seemed to hum in approval causing him to look up in surprise to catch
Qui-Gon’s eyes, the older man also blinking in surprise at the
approval of the Force around them even in hyperspace.

“Well then, it
seems he has a name.” Qui-Gon tried to smile to him.

Obi-Wan couldn’t
muster the energy to smile back. “…I don’t know what to feel
master.”

That got a slump
out of Qui-Gon. “Neither do I Obi-Wan. But I know that this is not
your fault.” He assured with confidence.

“Neither is it
Anakin’s.” Obi-Wan offered quietly, looking at the robe swaddled
babe in his arms.

“No. Its Zan
Arbors fault. The timeline…makes sense.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly
to himself before smiling at Obi-Wan, glad the other was not blaming
the babe in his arms, some would, some would hold them as the
scapegoat.

He was proud of
Obi-Wan for not.

“That’s what I
thought too.” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling drained.

“…Do you want
to sleep a bit more. There are a few bunks and at least a few more
hours.” At Obi-Wan’s glance at Anakin, Qui-Gon quickly added. “We
can settle him in a bunk too, roll up a blanket so he wont roll
anywhere.” The ship was sturdy but if it shifted a bit it was
understandable that Anakin may roll too.

Obi-Wan nodded
slowly and got up gingerly, Qui-Gon following him and letting the
other move for his own power. Despite the rest in the barn, Obi-Wan
dropped off asleep the moment his head hit the pillow of the bunk and
Qui-Gon sighed quietly, brushing his hand over the shorn copper hair before
pushing a light Force suggestion at the other to ensure his rest
would be just that, restful and calm.

Since the ship was
on autopilot, he settled down on the bunk with Anakin, intent on
keeping an eye on things and if the babe started to cry, remove him
from the room.

Obi-Wan needed
rest.

()()()

Mace jaw had
dropped and any other moment it would have been amusing.

Not this time.

Not when Obi-Wan
was pale faced and holding Anakin to him and seemed to want to hide
against Qui-Gon’s side with only the decorum of having been raised
in the temple stopping him and kept him one step behind Qui-Gon and
to the left.

“And…you had
no idea? Either of you?” Mace managed to get his mouth to work,
looking between them.

“Obi-Wan showed
no signs. He has not been injured enough to need in dept treatment by
healers and his checkup at the time of capture did not show this. His
Force signature did not change, something any master in the temple
would have caught, not just me. He had no symptoms except for resting
more and he grew a bit chubbier which I was actually praised for
finally feeding my padawan enough.” Qui-Gon offered the last part
dryly, several council members had actually done that.

Obi-Wan shrugged a
bit when Mace looked at him. “I didn’t know…I haven’t…that
is…” He flustered and bought Anakin closer to him, an action not
missed by the council. “…I was aching a bit but I ignored it. It
wasn’t terrible. My katas helped for the most part.” He
whispered, trailing off on the last word.

“Padawan Kenobi,
do you know what you want to do with the child?” Depa murmured,
leaning forward with a small frown. “The creche…does not take
children this young usually but I imagine they’d make an exception
in this case.”

‘A diplomatic
way of saying we don’t find children this young usually.’ Qui-Gon
thought dryly before looking at Obi-Wan who was looking back at them
with a lost expression.

“Or you can have
a few days to think about it.” Plo offered. “Perhaps your master
can help you decide.”

“Feel you do
Padawan Kenobi?” Yoda suddenly asked, having been quiet until that
moment.

“…Lost.”
Obi-Wan focused on Yoda. “I feel lost…”

“Hrmm, a few
days to think you will have, help you your master will, healing you
will still require and help from the creche you can have. Supplies
needed will be.” And with that it was decided and Qui-Gon felt
relief settle into his bones, Obi-Wan could have time.

Thank you for writing my prompt about pregnant Obi-Wan ^^ Him being 15 is good, better than 13, you’re right. If you ever decide to continue it I would be delighted, if not it’s ok, plenty more of your writing to enjoy :) Thank you again <3 (little stars is intended as the AU name right? love it!)

Posted on juni 2, 2017 av swmoddy

In retrospect,
perhaps he should have suspected it.

But Obi-Wan had
not shown any of the standard signs of being pregnant except for
sleeping a bit more then common and growing a bit chubby compared to
his usual rake self thin.

No nausea, no
complaining about soreness’s (though that could be sheer stubbornness
on Obi-Wan’s side), no mention of a moving mass inside of him, no
unusual cravings and no major mood swings.

But looking down
at the robe swaddled pink thing in his arms he could not deny that
Obi-Wan had indeed been pregnant.

‘Force he’s
fifteen, how did this happen?’

He didn’t think
Obi-Wan was particularly sexually active yet, it didn’t make sense
fo-wait…

Qui-Gon sat down
beside his sleeping padawan, glancing down at the pale skinned and
sweaty looking teenager wrapped up in his own robe.

Nine months.

Nine months ago
Obi-Wan had been in the grasp of Zan Arbor.

Qui-Gon felt
disgust wrap around his heart even as he tucked the babe closer to
him and rested one hand on Obi-Wan’s head.

She would have
done something like this, wouldn’t she.

An experiment.

Force…

“Oh Obi-Wan,
what has she done to you.” He whispered, voice rough.

‘…I guess
there’s no other solution, we will never reach the Order issued
shuttle like this.’ Qui-Gon would have to steal a shuttle.

()()()

Unsure how to
feel, Obi-Wan continued to watch the little one in his arms, his
index finger in the boys mouth.

On one hand, he
feels violated in the most basic and intimate of ways, the rights of
his body taken away by someone else.

On the other he
knows that this one, this little pink thing with soft tufts of blond
hair, is not at fault and is as much a victim of the situation as
Obi-Wan is.

He could do logic.

“Do you want to
name him?” Qui-Gon murmured, equally quiet.

Did Obi-Wan?

Could he?

It would
be…attachment wouldn’t it?

Was Obi-Wan
attached?

“Well then, it
seems he has a name.” Qui-Gon tried to smile to him.

Obi-Wan couldn’t
muster the energy to smile back. “…I don’t know what to feel
master.”

That got a slump
out of Qui-Gon. “Neither do I Obi-Wan. But I know that this is not
your fault.” He assured with confidence.

“Neither is it
Anakin’s.” Obi-Wan offered quietly, looking at the robe swaddled
babe in his arms.

He was proud of
Obi-Wan for not.

“That’s what I
thought too.” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling drained.

Since the ship was
on autopilot, he settled down on the bunk with Anakin, intent on
keeping an eye on things and if the babe started to cry, remove him
from the room.

Obi-Wan needed
rest.

()()()

Mace jaw had
dropped and any other moment it would have been amusing.

Not this time.

“And…you had
no idea? Either of you?” Mace managed to get his mouth to work,
looking between them.

‘A diplomatic
way of saying we don’t find children this young usually.’ Qui-Gon
thought dryly before looking at Obi-Wan who was looking back at them
with a lost expression.

“Or you can have
a few days to think about it.” Plo offered. “Perhaps your master
can help you decide.”

“Feel you do
Padawan Kenobi?” Yoda suddenly asked, having been quiet until that
moment.

“…Lost.”
Obi-Wan focused on Yoda. “I feel lost…”

so…. what’s going on in the cellbonding AU? Have the twins kicked yett? Cause I bet the clones would be freaked out by that, and Anakin/Ahsoka would be panicking about how close the babies are then lol

Posted on juni 2, 2017 av swmoddy

“Sooo…”

Obi-Wan paused in
his scroll through the reports and raised his brow at the togruta,
offering her an amused look that she returned with a sheepish one of
her own as she squirmed in her seat. “So?” He teased in turn.

“So can I touch?
I mean… there aren’t a lot of pregnant people around in the order
and you’re getting kind of huge-” Cue Anakin frantically waving
his hands behind Obi-Wan’s chair, eyes wide but the older Jedi just
grinned at her before placing the pad on the table. “-and I
just…um…”

“You’re
curious, that’s alright, its better then Anakin’s comment about
my leggings no longer fitting me.” Obi-Wan chuckled before shifting
in his chair and waving her over. “Here, come on.”

Ahsoka bounced to
his feet and moved over quickly, Obi-Wan taking her hand and settling
her hand a bit to the side on his left side. “Press a bit in?” He
encuraged, smiling when Ahsoka hesitated before doing as told.

“Oh…wha-”

“We think its a
foot…or it might be a hand.” Obi-Wan grinned at her. “Its hard
to tell considering its twins though once I was pretty sure I could
feel a heel.” He chuckled.

“That’s pretty
wei-AH!” She jerked back while Obi-Wan curved over a bit, arms
going around the swell of his stomach with a surprised breath leaving
him.

Several troopers
jumped out of their boots practically, Cody dropped his caff cup
while Anakin as if teleported appeared in front of Obi-Wan. “What!?”
He yelped out in panic, looking between Ahsoka’s stunned face and
Obi-Wan’s surprised one.

Then Obi-Wan gave
a laugh. “I was wondering when that would happen.”

“When what would
happen?” Anakin yelped, panic clawing at him.

“When the babies
would kick you silly man.” The omega chuckled, looking up at him
with a warm smile.

Anakin blinked
before kneeling down and resting his hands hopefully, waiting while
the clone troopers around them exchanged looks, eyes wide.

Letting out a
surprised woosh of air, Anakin could feel a kick, the way Obi-Wan’s
stomach seemed to wobble. “…Does it hurt?”

“No, it
certainly feels strange but it doesn’t hurt Anakin.” Obi-Wan
chuckled quietly.

“How far along
are you Master Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka blinked.

“Six.”

“…Don’t
humans give birth at nine months?”

Anakin gave a slow
blink at that and then looked at Ahsoka and then back at Obi-Wan who
raised his brows at Ahsoka. “I’m impressed you know that, togruta
have a longer pregnancy then humans.” He offered in amusement.
“Though some births can last eight too depending on circumstances.
Like having multiple children.”

Anakin’s eyes
widened. “…You mean the babies might be here in about two months
time?” He choked out and looked at Ahsoka who also stared at them
with wide eyes.

“Potentially.
There’s a reason the medics on board had extra training in case
we’re not at the temple you know.” Obi-Wan pointed out calmly.

“But…what if
we’re on a battle ground?” Ahsoka twitched a bit. She had
obviously been picking up on Anakin’s emotions quite a bit and she
was fond of Master Obi-Wan.

“Hey, its okay.
I know what I’m do-”

“Obi-Wan, you
got captured and tied to a pole by Geonosians, please don’t tell me
you know what you’re doing.” Anakin flailed a bit with his free
hand, the other still resting on the swollen curve of the others
stomach.

“And nothing
happened since. Commander Cody has kept me from the front lines, no
one has gotten CLOSE to even injuring me and I’ve been doing my
part for the Republic and the safety of the Order and our men.”
Obi-Wan huffed out.

“B-But-”

“No buts!”
Obi-Wan waved his hands. “I know what I’m doing. The babies will
come when they are ready and when they come I’ll be put on temple
duty until I’m healed and then…” He trailed off.

Then what?

Go back to the
war?

Leave the babies
in the creche?

He frowned a bit.

Omegas were
offered certain perks should they end up mated and with children,
were able to keep their children for a while and even bond because it
was such an integral part of them. Some half a year and some longer.

To sooth their
instincts.

But they were at
war.

Obi-Wan was a
tactician war General.

“…Love?” He
raised his head to meet Anakin’s blue eyes, the blond frowning ever
so slightly and his hand now rubbing Obi-Wan’s stomach gently.
“What’s wrong?”

“…I can’t
take the babies with me on the Negotiator…nor the Resolute.”
Obi-Wan let that hang in the air and Anakin made a low noise before
getting up and pulling the other up, the alpha smelling distressed
omega of his mate.

“How about we
forget that for now and you and I go to your quarters and nest a bit?
We’re entering hyperspeed in a bit.”

“Bu-”

“No buts.”
Anakin turned on his mate, smiling a bit. “No one will mind if you
take a few moments to relax.”

“General
Skywalker is right sir.” Cody finally spoke up. “We can handle
the bridge and the Commander is here should there be anything.”

Ahsoka gave both
older Jedi salutes. “I got the bridge.”

Giving a few
moments of hesitation, Obi-Wan relented and let his alpha help him
up, making a now noise as his lower back ached. “Alright, just for
a while though, some relaxation and…perhaps a heatpack for my
back?”

The moment they
were gone Ahsoka pounced on a pad, desperately typing.

“Um…Commander?”

“Oooh the babies
might come in two to three months, karking Force!” She hissed, eyes
wide. “Babies!”

The trooper traded
looks.

Well then, it was
nice to see Jedi could be as stressed out as anyone else.