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Well, in that case…Prompt where Anakin finds out Obi-Wan arranged for Shmi to be free, either in the two alphas verse, or a different one – possibly where Obi-Wan apologises for it after learning of Shmi’s death, cause he blames himself? If not in two alphas, obikin :)

Posted on mai 4, 2017 av swmoddy

“From the Chancellor? Really?”
Obi-Wan turned the pill bottle in his hand while curling into
Anakin’s side as Padme sat in the blond’s lap.

“Uhu, he said they were state of the
art prenatal vitamins. Gave me a box of them and told me
congratulation.” The alpha beamed at him. “He said they’d do
you good.”

“I do like the ones I have though,
tastes like raspberry.” Obi-Wan hummed before sighing happily when
Anakin nosed at his hair and Padme rubbed his stomach lightly. “But
since its a gift I guess I can use them. I was running out anyhow and
needed to buy a new box.” He smiled at them.

“Good, you need to stay on top of
those.” Padme lifted her hand to his cheek and stroked it lightly,
smiling when Obi-Wan just soaked up their affections.

“We should think about names!”
Anakin announced happily, beaming at the two.

Humming, Obi-Wan sat the vitamin box on
the table. “That’s an idea.”

“I suggest Preston, after Bail if
he’s going to be the godfather.” Padme wiggled.

“Jinn’s a suggestion too, after
Qui-Gon. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him and you Obi-Wan
but its a bit vain to name the baby after you.” Anakin leaned in,
kissing the other on the nose.

Obi-Wan wiggled his nose and looked at
the two. “You two both seem pretty sure its going to be a boy.”

“Well it could be a girl but I got a
good feeling on boy.” Anakin shrugged which got an amused huff out
of Obi-Wan before their copper haired mate hesitated.

“If…if its a girl, perhaps Shmi?”
He offered quietly, watching Anakin’s face.

Padme stroked her husbands hands gently
as they tensed on her thigh before he relaxed, nodding while smiling
sadly at Obi-Wan. “I like that idea…” He murmured, pulling
Obi-Wan closer to his side.

“…I never apologized, did I?”
Obi-Wan whispered, settling his head on Anakin’s shoulder. “I…
I figured it was just dreams. That you were worried about your mother
and she…” He sighed. “It was Tatooine. You knew how dangerous
it was…I’m so sorry Anakin.”

“Don’t be. I mean, there wasn’t
any res-”

“Yes there was.” Obi-Wan sat up a
bit, rubbing his stomach while biting his lips. “You thought she
was still a slave, I should have listened and I should have told you
that I had her freed an-”

“Wait, wait what?!” Anakin sat up
so quick Padme almost fell out of his lap, the Senator latching onto
him with a yelp.

Then they were both staring at him.

“…I gave Cleigg the truguts to buy
Shmi. I knew he’d do it if I asked him, since he is my father and
all.” Obi-Wan shifted a bit, looking at his knees. “I just…I
knew if you knew she was freed you’d want to talk to her and you
were so young at the time and I was suppose to train you but I
couldn’t just leave her the-”

Arms wrapped tightly around Obi-Wan,
dragging him into Anakin’s lap. “Oh Obi-Wan.” He was squeezed
tightly, Padme now beside Anakin on the couch.
“You…sweet…idiotic…loving man.” Soft kisses were pressed to
his temple. “Of course you went and…”

“…I never expected him to marry
her. I was furious when he told me.” Obi-Wan laughed shakily into
Anakin’s shoulder, relief overcoming him.

He had been worried about Anakin’s
reaction to this but it seemed all his worry had been for nothing.

His mate was pleased with him.

They both were pleased with him.

“You were?” Anakin mumbled.

“I told him to free her, not gild her
chains.” Obi-Wan snuggled into Anakin, sighing when the belly got a
bit in the way. “But she loved him so and I let it be. They
seemed…happy. She seemed happy.”

“She was, from what Owen, Cleigg and
Beru could tell me.” Anakin rubbed the others lower back slowly.
“Does this make Owen…”

“Half. We’re half brothers.
Technically speaking it makes us step brothers.” Obi-Wan hummed,
closing his eyes while enjoying their touches. “…But I really
need to shift Anakin, this position is hurting my knees.” He whined
and smiled when both helped him move.

()()()

“Pregnancies…such fragile things.”
Palpatine hummed, eyes on the ceiling. “Parasitic in nature but
still fragile to all the things its carrier experiences…like ergot
poisoning.”

He picked up the bottle of prenatal vitamins on his
desk, a slow smirk crossing his face as he shook it. “Yes…fragile
things.” He turned his eyes to the Jedi temple, his smirk growing
slowly.

Hi, in the empire obianidala au there was a part where Anakin mentions memories of Obi being surprised by their gentle touches and affection. Maybe you can write something about those memories.

Posted on mai 3, 2017 av swmoddy

“…Do you remember that first time
we convinced Obi-Wan into our bed, our life?” Anakin murmured, his
head on Padme’s lap.

“Yes, of course, he was so…” She
laughed slightly before sighing. “And the morning when he expected
to be kicked out, was already half out of the bed when I woke…”
She teased his curls slowly while staring at the wall for a few
seconds. “He was so confused when we wanted him to stay.”

“Considering what we know now, it
makes sort of twisted sense. Thinking himself lesser.” Anakin sported a
thunderous frown. “And used to…being discarded.” He growled a
bit before relaxing slowly again beneath his wife’s touch as he
turned his mind back.

()()()

“You’re sure he’d agree?” Padme
tilted her head at her husband, curled against his side with his arm
around her waist as Anakin typed off a message to Obi-Wan.

“I think so. He likes us both quite
obviously and he’s not exactly known for saying no if he likes
people.” The blond hummed, giving her a quick kiss to the others
forehead. “And he LIKES us.” He grinned happily.

“And you’re sure he wouldn’t tell
the Council?” She continued carefully.

“I think he already knows. He gets
this look sometimes in his eyes when I say I’m going out and just…
if there’s a fall out, I’ll deal with it.”

She hummed, unable to speak up that if
Obi-Wan did break away from him, it would shatter Anakin.

Perhaps it was a bit selfish but if she
could have them both…

She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw as a
return message pinged. “I’ll go inform the cooks that I’ll have
two guests.” She chuckled softly when Anakin smiled brightly at
what he read.

Obi-Wan had agreed to come to dinner.

It had been to easy, he had agreed too
easy to come with them to the bedroom.

But he slotted so perfectly between
them, he could kiss Anakin without going on his toes as he returned
passionate kisses with equal fervor. With Padme he sloped only ever
so slightly down and let her take charge of the kiss, seemingly
realizing what they both needed without them asking for it.

Both agreed that above all Obi-Wan
deserved to feel good.

So they kept him between them, hands
running over bared skin with care and pushing him to their silky
sheets.

He looked gorgeous against them, silky
green against pale skin and red hair.

It had been to easy, Padme almost
hadn’t woken in time to catch the other dress quietly, hand
latching onto Obi-Wan’s tunic sleeve with sleepy eyes looking at
the Jedi in confusion, Anakin pressed against her back. “Where you
going?”

“I didn’t want to presu-”

“Stay…”

()()()

“Do you remember when I baked that
cake? The chocolate one with strawberry filling that Obi-Wan enjoyed
so much and ended up just falling apart because I made the layers to
thin?” Padme grinned a bit, in her own musing.

The blond sniggered a bit and shifted
enough to peer up at her. “He was so surprised when you dabbed
chocolate batter on his nose.”

“You took way to much enjoyment in
kissing it away.” She laughed softly.

“The batter was good and his blushing
was gorgeous.” Anakin hummed while sitting up, giving a boneless
kind of stretch. “Talking about it, where is he?”

“With the twins, I think he’s
enjoying teaching Luke meditation.”

“Not Leia?”

“She’s to much like you.” She
laughed and pressed a careful kiss to his cheek before getting up.
“She can’t meditate unless he sits with her on his lap and holds
her still. So Obi-Wan is letting her decide if she wants to or not.
Luke comes by it naturally he claims though I’m not sure he’s
meditating as much as napping against Obi-Wan. He is very soothing.”

Anakin hummed at that and stood too.
“Well, regardless, I’m going to go fetch all three, its about
dinner time isn’t it?”

“In about half an hour, enough time
to get the twins to wash their hands and make sure Obi-Wan’s been
taking his prenatal vitamins.” Padme mused and Anakin bounced a bit
in delight. “And don’t do that while he takes them. You know he
gets embarrassed.”

“I know, I just can’t help it.
Baby~” He beamed in delight.

Hi, in the empire obianidala au there was a part where Anakin mentions memories of Obi being surprised by their gentle touches and affection. Maybe you can write something about those memories.

Posted on mai 3, 2017 av swmoddy

“…Do you remember that first time
we convinced Obi-Wan into our bed, our life?” Anakin murmured, his
head on Padme’s lap.

()()()

“You’re sure he’d agree?” Padme
tilted her head at her husband, curled against his side with his arm
around her waist as Anakin typed off a message to Obi-Wan.

“And you’re sure he wouldn’t tell
the Council?” She continued carefully.

“I think he already knows. He gets
this look sometimes in his eyes when I say I’m going out and just…
if there’s a fall out, I’ll deal with it.”

She hummed, unable to speak up that if
Obi-Wan did break away from him, it would shatter Anakin.

Perhaps it was a bit selfish but if she
could have them both…

She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw as a
return message pinged. “I’ll go inform the cooks that I’ll have
two guests.” She chuckled softly when Anakin smiled brightly at
what he read.

Obi-Wan had agreed to come to dinner.

It had been to easy, he had agreed too
easy to come with them to the bedroom.

Both agreed that above all Obi-Wan
deserved to feel good.

So they kept him between them, hands
running over bared skin with care and pushing him to their silky
sheets.

He looked gorgeous against them, silky
green against pale skin and red hair.

“I didn’t want to presu-”

“Stay…”

()()()

The blond sniggered a bit and shifted
enough to peer up at her. “He was so surprised when you dabbed
chocolate batter on his nose.”

“You took way to much enjoyment in
kissing it away.” She laughed softly.

“The batter was good and his blushing
was gorgeous.” Anakin hummed while sitting up, giving a boneless
kind of stretch. “Talking about it, where is he?”

“With the twins, I think he’s
enjoying teaching Luke meditation.”

“Not Leia?”

Anakin hummed at that and stood too.
“Well, regardless, I’m going to go fetch all three, its about
dinner time isn’t it?”

“I know, I just can’t help it.
Baby~” He beamed in delight.

For ruins researcher – Anakin tries to court Obi-Wan, and is awful at it, ala canon’s ‘I dont like sand’. Obi-Wan talks to Palpatine about how adorable Anakin’s rather inept attempts are. Palpatine meanwhile is busy making plans…

Posted on mai 1, 2017 av swmoddy

“Just shoo, I can handle myself.”
Obi-Wan hummed into his tea as Qui-Gon shot both him and Palpatine
unsure looks. “Go deal with the councils emergency and just pick me
up later.” The Jedi hesitated a bit more before bowing and heading
out, finally leaving the two alone as they enjoyed the sponge cake.

“…You know what I am, don’t you.”
Sheev said in amusement over his tea.

“Of course.”

“Yet you haven’t informed the
council.” He tilted his head.

Obi-Wan hummed, watching him in return.
“I will if you upset the balance. So far you and your apprentice is
keeping it in the state it should be.” He gave a sharp toothed
smile, full of teeth. “However if you start to upset the
balance…”

Sheev hummed at that, sitting back
while placing his tea down on the desk. “You do understand my
nature will require…more.”

Obi-Wan chuckled at that. “I’m
getting reasons to keeping the Jedi alive. Be careful which steps you
take for that more.” He drawled, his eyes flashing with color
before he set down his empty cup. “Over to other things, Skywalker
is adorably dorky.”

Palpatine’s eyebrows hit the roof and
he settled his chin on his fist. “Oh?”

“He’s trying to flirt.” Obi-Wan
chuckled, hand resting on his swollen stomach. “Keeps putting his
foot in his mouth when he talks to me though.”

“I thought he was interested in Padme
Amidala.” Sheev asked, intrigued.

Obi-Wan just shrugged. “I don’t
know about that, perhaps he is and he’s also interested in me.
Perhaps he’s grown out of the interest for…Amidala you said? Hmm
that name is familiar…” Obi-Wan mused before snapping his
fingers. “Oh yes, the former Queen of Naboo and now Senator. She
was very kind to let me examine some Naboo ruins. Sweet woman. Mean
left hook.” He chuckled.

The Chancellor hummed at that, amused.
“So, Skywalker is courting you?”

“Trying too. Its awkwardly adorable
how he trips over his own words.”

“And are you responsive to it?”
Palpatine tilted his head, curious.

This was after all his future
apprentice if he did things right, though Obi-Wan had just made his
plans more difficult. Well, once the baby was born he might have to
dispose of the redhead, which would be a pity since he rather liked
him.

“I don’t know, its not in my
primary concern right now.” Obi-Wan frowned a bit.

“Hmm, no it wouldn’t be would it.
And you seem quite happy without a mating bond.” Sheev hummed.

That got a blink out of Obi-Wan before
he looked away.

“…Aren’t you?” Sheev leaned
forward, resting his elbows on his desk and his head on his hands.

Obi-Wan gave no answer, the sound of
Coruscant in activity the only thing for a few moments before the
redhead spoke up.

“Happiness is irrelevant. Just like
hope. Dreams…irrelevant. What matters is hard work and what you’re
willing to give up and how cunning you can be for your comfort.” He
settled on and Sheev raised both brows in surprise.

“Hmm indeed…”

The omega shifted and then stood,
giving Sheev a long look. “Apologies, I think I need to to do
something else.”

The chancellor stood quickly too. “Ah,
do you want me to call the temple? Have them escort you back?”

“No. Don’t worry yourself. I can
handle myself.” Obi-Wan gave a shallow bow and headed for the doors
before Sheev could answer and the Sith sat down slowly, rubbing his
chin as he wondered how much it had hurt him not to become a Jedi,
how hard the Jedi had damaged Obi-Wan to make such a statement pass
the others lips.

‘No trust in anyone…’

He reached out and typed in a comm
code, waiting for the person to pick up.

“Skywalker.”

“Anakin my boy, I have some worrying
news for you.”

()()()

Of ALL the places Anakin had expected
to find Obi-Wan, a cantina on the lower wards of Coruscant was not
it.

Considering the other was huge as a
cargo shuttle and in his seventh month. For a moment he worried about
alcohol until his mind gave him a firm reprimand about Obi-Wan and
his level of responsibility. There was no way he would endanger his
own baby like that.

But playing pool with what looked like
a gang was apparently something he would do.

“For fucks sake, he’s better then
me.” The twi’lek grumbled. “You can’t even bend properly over
the table!” She huffed.

Obi-Wan just smirked and downed another
ball. “Well to bad, I’m still winning.”

“Yeah, yeah, credit chips are on the
table.” She sighed then tensed when she noticed Anakin, obviously
recognizing him for what he was. “Um…”

“I’ll be done in a moment Anakin.”
Obi-Wan hummed as the blond slid to his side.

“You’re…gambling?” Anakin
questioned, ignoring the gang with his eyes on the redhead.

“Yes. I needed to something to do and
I like pool, good at it too.” Obi-Wan eyed the table before moving
to a side and settling the cue in position, eyes slightly narrowed.
“Gambling was just a plus.”

“I…see. So I can bring you to the
table once you’re done?” The younger man breathed out in relief
when Obi-Wan nodded. “Oh good, I got a speeder outside.”

Obi-Wan finished up his game and got
his credits of the table before following Anakin, waddling along
casually.

“…You had me worried.” Anakin
murmured. “The Chancellor told me you just…left. I had to track
you down.”

“Hmm. I needed… to decompress.
Its…a lot now. A lot of things happening. I’m looking forward to
leaving Coruscant.” Obi-Wan hummed. “Might go somewhere grassy,
Datooine or something.”

“…You’re leaving?” Anakin
looked at him quickly and Obi-Wan looked away.

“I might.”

“…Oh…”