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moddy this is more a question than a prompt but in little stars Obi Wan gave birth to Ankin, so he is able to get pregnant again?, the story can turn in a quiobi? (psss postscript happy birthday i know is too late but i hope the feeling is the same)

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Hissing quietly, Obi-Wan pressed the heated pad to his stomach as he
listened to his master putter around in the kitchenette, closing his
eyes as a new wave of cramps hit him.

Due to
Zan Arbor experiment on him, he was left in a certain predicament.

And by
that he meant he now had a form for period.

It was
infuriating at times, especially with the side effect it gave him and
the healers couldn’t remove the womb and ovaries the woman had
implanted in him. Zan Arbor’s method of implanting it ensured that
removing it would damage other organs in Obi-Wan’s body and
therefore, the removal was just not worth the side effects it would
give him.

But
that meant putting up with all the bullshit the ovaries and womb gave
him.

“Obi-Wan.”
A soft rumble cut through Obi-Wan’s grumpy thoughts.

Forcing
his eyes open, Obi-Wan let out a soft noise of relief, Qui-Gon
standing there with a cup of tea.

A
familiar tea.

“Bless
you master.” He groaned out, forcing himself up to drink the tea as
Qui-Gon chuckled and handed over the tea once he was up.

Obi-Wan
had discovered that this particular blend, ginger, citrus, green tea
and herbal lota from Alderaan, worked miracles with his cramps, at
least for a few hours and he did his best to try and drink as much as
he could of it during his period.

It
also helped that healer Che, after a bit of testing, had managed to
find a form for birth control he could go on that wasn’t strong in
hormones.

Obi-Wan
had already experienced a few changes due to the hormones he now had
and the pregnancy he underwent with Anakin so many years ago. It was
more than enough to give him body dysmorphia and he’d rather try
and avoid more if he could, thank you very much.

So
yes, some side effects he had to deal with and some he could manage
to cut down on, thank the Force.

The
widening of his hip was enough most days along with the fatty tissue
in his chest and Obi-Wan avoided showering with other padawans now as
best he could, self conscious about the changes.

Not
that he’d regret keeping Anakin.

He
would never regret that.

He
just wished…

A
large, warm hand rubbed at his back, bringing Obi-Wan back from
staring into the cup to look at his master instead, Qui-Gon frowning
at him worriedly before smiling softly when he got his padawan
attention. “Drink. It will make you feel better and if you feel up
to it, we can go spar afterward.”

Eyes
widening hopefully, Obi-Wan sipped at the tea, finding it to be
slightly too hot but not enough to scald his tongue.

They
had to cancel yesterdays sparring as Obi-Wan’s first day was a
heavy bleeder and he had ended up bleeding through the leggings
before he noticed he needed a pad shift.

It had
been humiliating but not the first time and his master had been the
only one to see it, the man dropping his own robe around Obi-Wan and
cloaking him.

“And
I found that Anakin is in another dueling tournament,” Obi-Wan
looked up at the others words, eyes widening with surprise as Qui-Gon
grinned proudly. “Oh yes, he placed sixth in the last one so he’s
entered in the primary dueling this week automatically. He’s
whooping ass.” Qui-Gon’s chest puffed out a bit.

For
all that they had given their boy over to the creche… well, they
were still attached to their boy.

They
had loved Anakin while in their care and they had loved him still
when he left it.

That
would never change and his accomplishment filled them with pride, to
see him grow and learn and bloom into a wonderful person…

What
more could a parent want?

‘And
he still doesn’t know we’re his parents… if I can finish up my
apprenticeship soon, Qui-Gon could take him on as a padawan and I can
claim closeness as brother padawans.’ Obi-Wan caressed the cup,
smiling into the liquid, his cheeks hurting with how big it was
despite his gut aching.

They
could get close to their little boy again, the council couldn’t
reject it.

They
had been the perfect Jedi, or well, not Qui-Gon but they couldn’t
claim attachment.

Qui-Gon
would be allowed to take on Anakin for sure as long as Obi-Wan could
just get knighted before Anakin became too old.

Or
before someone else took him on.

Honestly,
Obi-Wan wasn’t oblivious, he had seen masters and some senior
knights sizing up Anakin thoughtfully at a few classes.

But
well, for all that he was skilled, Anakin was also boisterous and
yes, a bit arrogant at times. His skills had made his head grow a
bit, but teaching him humility would fix that…

“He’ll
make a marvelous Jedi.” Obi-Wan whispered fondly as a delayed
response, feeling his master smiling at him warmly and hiding his
burning cheeks by sipping more tea. ‘A marvelous Jedi for sure, our
little boy.’

Hello moddy, thanks for opening anon, can i request you more of litle stars, maybe a time skip where Anakin is a padawan and knows the story of his carrier (sorry for my English)

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Normally, one doesn’t know ones parent in the Jedi creche though
some kids have the last names and can figure it out if they really
wanted to or are told when they are older if their parents are well
known as Anakin knows Aayla Secura is aware of her family because
apparently they are criminals?

Or
that however is what the rumors says, that she has to be careful
because apparently she’s a target?

Anakin
however can feel his parents in the temple and, by pretending to be to
consumed in work or sleeping, had managed to eavesdrop on a few
creche master’s gossip. His parents were both males and Anakin was
the result of an experiment.

And
his carrier was underage when he had Anakin and said carrier’s
master was the other part of Anakin’s DNA and therefore his father
based on what the creche master’s said as they referred to them as
he and him.

That
left Anakin a few options in who his parents were.

One,
they both had to be male as carrier implied male for sure along with
the pronouns and for the DNA to function so did the master too or so
he assumed.

That
left Anakin with a few options of who it could be but he would have
to narrow it down further because that was still twelve master and
padawan pairings with both master and padawan being male, the others
being either male and female or nonbinery.

Two,
both had to be humans since Anakin was either baseline or near human
with no obvious differences from the base.

That
took it from twelve to five, since some of them were a bit off
baseline or had traits that should have appeared in Anakin too if
they were related to him.

Third, they would have to
be in the temple for the period Anakin entered the creche.

That removed all but two
pairs.

Master Qui-Gon Jinn and
padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and Master Tholme and Padawan Quinlan Vos and
based on what Anakin was seeing, he was not related to Tholme or Vos.

That left him with Jinn
and Kenobi and staring at the images, a ten year old Anakin couldn’t
help but feel his eyes water.

Because he had seen
them before, at every saber tournament he had except one.

They
had always shown up, standing or sitting among the crowd and Anakin
remembered them because he had seen Kenobi, smiling ever so proudly
at every win he had with Jinn leaning forward to get a better look.

Sometimes
you could even tell that they had come straight from missions with
bags or packs by their feet or on their shoulder as they watched the
duels,
having come to see Anakin.

And
he had seen them in some of his lessons, standing with other masters
and knights to observe the initiates.

He hadn’t made any
connections to them then except for an odd background buzzing noise
that he identified as dormant bonds with Knight Fisto’s help during
one meditation lesson.

Now it made sense, staring
at their faces in the Archives on one of the terminals.

He could feel their bonds
buzzing in the back of his mind because they were his
parents.

And based on when Anakin’s
birthday was and when his official date of registration with the
creche, it meant that he had been in Kenobi and Jinn’s care for a
few months.

It meant that they had
cared for Anakin, held him, feed him and cuddled him.

Had maybe loved him?

That left Anakin with
questions though some even his ten year old mind could understand.

Kenobi would have been
fifteen, almost sixteen when Anakin was born and it was an unwilling
pregnancy from what Anakin could gather from the gossip.

But… what did that mean
now for him?

Having information and
doing something with it were two wholly different things.

“Oi, Anakin! We got
classes!” Tru was suddenly there, his voice low and hurried, eyes
wide and a bit worried, hands on Anakin’s arm to tug gently. “We
need to get to the south class corridor.” He whispered hastily.

Cursing, shutting down the
terminal, Anakin grabbed his pad bag and followed Tru as quickly as
he could, seeing Dara coming scuttling from another doorway of the
Archives.

‘Oh Force, please don’t
let us be late.’ Anakin scuttled along as fast as his legs could
bring him, the normal life of a lessons resuming to take over for his
worries.

Hoarderseer happy flailing at the fabulous angst! Cody just believe! Do the babies make it? Please? Also is Palpatine mad that Obi-Wan isn’t dead yet?

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Desperately
wishing he hadn’t answered his comm as he kept hurrying through the
halls of the Jedi Order, Anakin cursed his initial instinct as
Palpatine the swarmy ass kept talking and talking and talking.

The
news of Obi-Wan being attacked was apparently reaching everywhere and
that included the Senate and the Chancellor wanted to hear with
Anakin, despite the strain on their relationship lately, how he was
doing.

And
Anakin just wanted to throw his comm at the wall.

Clearly
Palpatine was sensing that Anakin wasn’t up for a conversation and
finally seemed to be wrapping up, thank all the Force, because Anakin
was getting well and truly annoyed as he burst out of the elevator to
get to elevator 2-J to get to the hanger.

“Oh
dear, well I do hope Master Kenobi recovers from the bombing attempt,
it would be a terrible thing for him to loose his children after the
fight he has put up for them.” The Chancellor stated, his face the
picture of concern.

The
words strike a cord, even in Anakin’s panic laden mind.

Trailing
to a stop, staring at the holo form of the Chancellor, Anakin’s
brows drew together. “…Right, thank you for checking in on me
sir. I’ll be sure to forward your concern,” He stated, making
it seem like he was reaching forward to push a button instead of
standing in a hallway with other Jedi sending him a weird look,
Palpatine sending him a benign smile before the comm was turned off.
“…How did you know it was a bomb?” Anakin whispered into the hallway, other Jedi pausing as they caught his words.

That
information had not been released.

It
had simply been stated that Queen Breha had been attacked in what
seemed like a terror attempt on Alderaan, Jedi master Kenobi and Jinn
on site.

Anakin
felt something move beneath his skin, slithering, hissing, the chasm
of anger that always threatened to consume him on days when the
people he loved were hurt growing and filling with serpents that
raged hotly inside of him.

He
might have done something about that rage if a hand hadn’t suddenly
closed around his arm, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked
to who the hand belonged.

Quinlan
Vos.

The
other Jedi stared at him seriously before jerking his chin. “Council.
Now. They’re still up there speaking about Obi-Wan. They need
to know.” He murmured stiffly.

Resisting
the urge to curse the man out, Anakin instead nodded harshly, turning
around even as his heart cried out.

He
wanted to be at Obi-Wan’s side.

Needed.

But
even more than needing to reassure himself, he needed to ensure
Obi-Wan’s safety.

To
ensure the safety of the unborn babies Obi-Wan might loose thanks to the bomb.

And
woe be Palpatine if Obi-Wan lost them, because there would be no
place in the galaxy he would be able to hide from Anakin Skywalker
and his wrath if what Anakin suspected was true.

()()()

And
yet Obi-Wan can’t quite get his eyes open and
he slips back into unconsciousness.

The
next time he’s aware, he can feel a soft blanket wrapped around
himself as he lays prone on a slightly too hard for his comfort bed
and there’s a gentle hand holding his, thumb stroking over his
knuckles and the soft humming of what Obi-Wan recognizes as a mando’a
war tune.

It
shouldn’t be soothing.

The
war songs of mando’a are made to get your blood beating and send
fear into the enemy.

But
the voice humming it is familiar and warm and all it does is lull
Obi-Wan’s body and mind into peace and safety as he forces his tired and heavy eyes
open to squint at Cody, the two staring at each other for a long
moment as Obi-Wan takes in the dimmed room beyond Cody of what can only be a
medical facility room.

Then
Cody smiles shakily and takes all of the Jedi’s attention, lifting Obi-Wan’s hand to his lips to kiss.
“Cyare…” He breathed out against the skin before hunching over and wrapping both
hands around Obi-Wan’s a low sob escaping his lips.

Gripping
the hand in his slowly, Obi-Wan smiled shakily, his other slowly
coming up over the swell of his still living children.

They
were still alive.

Hoarderseer Oh no! Obi-Wan you can make it! Poor babies T_T Do the babies make it? Is Boil and Waxer and their baby okay?

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Boil
has a baby and Waxer is cooing over it in the tank.

Or
incubator thing.

Cody
thinks it’s an incubator but he honestly doesn’t remember the
nurse explaining as he numbly continues staring up at Obi-Wan,
sitting
in front of the tank on a small bench provided for just these kinds
of things.

The
Jedi, his lover, bobs slowly in the bacta tank, supported by a large
harness and sometimes his stomach brushes against the side just a
tiny bit to show the swell of life.

Of
Cody’s children.

The
children that might not make it.

And
he can’t focus on Waxer and Boil’s baby, because if he does, he
might go a bit insane and he’s only just gotten his hearing back
after prolonged ear channel healing. After all, being close to a
blast isn’t good for your hearing and the medic had warned him that
Cody might experience hearing loss in the future.

When
he got old.

If
he got old.

Right
now that was such an abstract thought that Cody couldn’t make sense
of it.

It
had made so much more sense before the explosion, before he had dug
Obi-Wan out of the rubble, desperate and bleeding from his ears as he
tried to get through it and
find
his love. Finding him bruised and broken and bleeding, his mouth open
as he gasped for air that Cody couldn’t hear.

Before
that he had imagine a future, he had imagined sitting with at least
two of his kids on his lap and the others in Obi-Wan, listening to
whatever far fetched but likely true story the Jedi spun for the
kids.

A
heavy hand falls on his shoulder and it makes Cody flinch, mostly
from the sheer surprise of the touch as he
hadn’t noticed anyone come close and
he turns his head ever so slightly and looks up, not
quite looking away from Obi-Wan at the same time, keeping the other
in the corner of his eye.

General
Jinn, he’s there, standing at Cody’s side, a worn down, tired
look on his face and enough gauze soaked bacta wrapped around the
left side of his face to make it look like he’s wearing a half
mask, just like in that opera Obi-Wan likes, the phantom of
something, his
long hair pulled back in a bun at his neck.

Both
stared at each other for a long moment before they returned to
looking up the bacta tube, to watch Obi-Wan.

But
he’s not so numb now, Cody doesn’t know what it is, the fact that
he’s not alone, the strength of the callused hand on his shoulder
or the heavy and steady comfort of it, but he’s not so numb
anymore.

“He’ll
make it through.” General’s Jinn’s voice is kind of far away,
but that’s the healing ear drums doing Cody figures as he slumps a
bit under the touch.

“I
don’t doubt that, Obi-Wan is strong but… what about the ade?”
He whispered, pained and worried, glancing up at the other man again
before looking back at Obi-Wan, frowning heavily. What about the
children he wanted to raise with Obi-Wan?

The
unplanned children.

The
children Cody loved, had been imagining dressing up in cute but
practical
outfits and showing how to use a blaster with Obi-Wan shaking his
head and muttering about it being uncivilized with
a smile lurking on his lips as the kids giggled.

The
hand on his shoulder tightened to the point of pain, especially with
the nearby bruise under Cody’s blacks but it did draw his attention
back up to Qui-Gon as the man stared seriously down at him. “…Then
believe
that they
will make it through, send your strength Obi-Wan’s way and he’ll
hear you. He won’t stop fighting, for you and for those kids.
Believe
Cody.” He murmured quietly, his voice low and serious.

Didn’t
tell Cody that unfortunate things happened, didn’t tell him to
pray…

Just
told him to believe in Obi-Wan and turning his head to back to
Obi-Wan, Cody slowly shifted forward off the bench he had claimed and
up, the hand falling off his shoulder as he slowly shuffled on
unsteady feet until he was right in front of the bacta tank to press
his hand to the warm glass.

Because
if there was one thing Cody could do, it was to believe in the man he
loved.

After
all.

Obi-Wan
believed in Cody, how could Cody do any less?

Hi Moddy, any chance for Hoarder Seer update? The reason for Obi picking up a gun? Or maybe some TLC for soon to be daddies? Or better yet cross out the soon to be and make them Daddies for real ^^

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Smashing
through the doors without as much as a ‘how’d you do?’, Anakin
looked around the council chamber wildly even as the surprised holo
of Queen Breha turned around
in his direction,
having obviously heard him open
the doors as fast as he did.

“Obi-Wan’s
attacked?” Anakin got out, his words jumbled up in his own head and not coming out right.

Master
Depa stood quickly and moved over to him, placing her hands on his
shoulders as a sudden rush of calm
entered Anakin’s veins and head, a forceful breath of air escaping
him as he stared at her with wide eyes.

Happily, Depa had understood what Anakin had tried to ask.  “Yes,
he was attacked though we can’t claim this time that it was
directed at him, though with the previous
incidents…”
She trailed off and Anakin let out a low whine in his throat.

With
the Forced calm induced by Master Depa however, he took in the entire
council chamber and it’s occupants.

Every
last one of the order were sporting troubled frowns and Queen Breha
had her arm visibly in a fold, her hair a mess despite obviously
having cleaned up from the attack.

“What…
happened?” He finally got out.

Only
the virtue of being Obi-Wan’s former padawan got Anakin answers
when he was being lead closer so Breha could see him, the queen
focusing on him as she inclined her head carefully.

Obviously
more injured than her image presented with how gingerly she was
moving.

“Master
Kenobi and Master Jinn had only just arrived,” She started,
reiterating the story once more for Anakin sake alone as he kept his
eyes on her. “He was a bit annoyed, clearly his former master and
his lover weren’t letting him do much but he was in otherwise good
mood as he took in the air around the landing platform. One moment
things were fine and then suddenly Master Kenobi stumbled, as if
startled and Master Jinn removed his saber, looking equally
startled…” She trailed off, touching her arm as her face turned
distant.

Anakin
hesitated before cleaning his throat. “Queen Breha?”

She
jumped a bit, shaking her head before giving a shaken smile.
“Apologies, it was… traumatic,” Queen Breha sighed heavily
before shaking her head again. “One moment we were standing in the
crisp air
of Aldera’s outskirts and the next everything was upside down…a
bomb had gone off and everyone was shaken around, the platform was
overturned, people were buried below rubble.” She shook her head,

Anakin
wrapped his arms around himself, eyes wide. “And Obi-Wan?” He
whispered, terror thrumming through him despite Master Depa still
running threads of calm through him.

Queen
Breha hesitated then sighed. “Still alive, Master Jinn managed to
avoid most of the blast and wasn’t injured, he went right to work
with digging people out while my security force aided and summoned
medics and other aid.” Breha murmured, a note of discomfort on her
face.

Still
alive.

Still
alive didn’t mean would stay alive.

And
what about the babies?

Swallowing,
Anakin opened his mouth and closed it again, staring desperately at
her even as he felt a small measure of relief that Qui-Gon was
alright at least.

Shaking
her head, Queen Breha gave him a long look. “We don’t know, the
healers aren’t optimistic. He’s currently in a bacta tube but if
they survive the night…” She helplessly raised her good hand.

Anakin
felt like someone had pulled the carpet out from under him as he
stared at Queen Breha. “…Commander Cody?” He questioned
quietly, his heart thundering.

“Currently
in the medic’s hands too. He’s as well as one can be with him
being as close to the blast,” She stated calmly.

Anakin
turned his head and looked to the council, a request on the tip of
his tongue when Yoda raised a gnarled finger at him. “Travel to
Alderaan you will, quickly you must go. Injured Master Jinn is and
while capable Alderaan is, security Obi-Wan must have.” The old
troll croaked and Anakin could have cried in relief.

As
it was, he simply bowed and turned on his heel, practically running
the same way he had arrived an hour earlier.

He
was going to get his ass to Alderaan and he was damn well going to
make sure there wasn’t another assassination attempt. ‘And woe be
anyone who tries!’ Anakin bared his teeth in the elevator, glaring
at nothing.

Firs
the chancellor and the Senate with their abortion bullshit and now
this!

Someone
had tried to kill his master!

Hi, I know you just updated SweetHoney but I will reread a series from the beginning too once an update hits and I noticed in one update that it was mentioned that Jango was going to let the chips be known to a few clones and let it spread or just tell them…did he do any of that or do the clones still have the chips? Thanks in advance

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Pausing
in his blaster polishing as he spotted a Wolfpack trooper making his
way towards him, Jango narrowed his eyes before straightening when he
saw it was Wolffe himself, the commander removing his helmet as he
got closer with his functioning eye focused on him.

The
trooper stopped in front of Jango, the Mando’a peering up at the
commander from the crate he had picked out.

He
had figured that sitting out in the sun for once and getting some
work done before they packed up once again and Jango returned to
Obi-Wan, his mate having Boba with him as he played relief effort in
his current state.

The
Resolute was of course with the Negotiator since Anakin was still a
padawan, so they were all drifting in space but Plo Koon had
requested Jango to arrive and supervise and observe the training of
his men, to see if they needed any refreshers.

So
far Jango had not observed anything, the Wolfpack were superior
soldiers still though some of the shiny’s as the men called them
were a bit lacking.

Nothing
experience couldn’t fix and getting their armor scuffed up. And
some help of their vode of course, that helped a lot.

Jango
had been intending to help with some blaster training once he was
done polishing his weapon but… well… it seemed Wolffe had
something to say.

‘And
it’s such a nice day for a blaster makeshift blaster range too.’
Jango mentally griped with annoyance. The sky was clear, the grass
was low, the sun was high in the sky over them and the sight was
clear even without a scope, ideal!

The
Commander however glanced around, pointedly taking note of where the
Jedi in the camp were and as he did, Jango got a view of the side of
his head.

A
scalp scar.

His
shoulder sunk a bit with sudden understanding and a tiny bit of
relief.

He
could never be quite sure about all the troopers, some of them had
taken the news of the biochips very personally, especially when some
of the more technical advanced troopers sliced into the kamino’s
databases and found the orders themselves.

Jango
half expected to be challenged for alpha pack rights and honestly
just slugged for what he almost did to the Jedi, while Jango himself
wasn’t too fond of them in the beginning and still was a bit iffy
on most of them… the troopers had adored them from the get go of
their first meeting.

Alpha,
beta or omega, they adored each Jedi with a fervent display that
Jango would almost call cultish.

Well,
without worship that was.

They
adored them more than they worshiped really.

‘Except
that oddball Pong Krell and Quinlan Vos, they’re acquired tastes so
far as I’ve seen.’ Jango thought to himself as Wolffe started to
finger spell as he spoke.

“There’s
caff
in the mess tent, fresh if you’re interested Mand’alor.”
Wolffe drawled out as his fingers moved. -All
vode cleared, wolfpack safe. News?-

Carefully
rubbing the rag along the blaster, eyeing it before putting it in the
holster, Jango casually began finger spelling back as he pretended to
stretch. -Good,
safe then, less pawns for darjetii. No news. Returning to mate and
kit.- Jango dropped his arms and stood, his back and karking hip
cracking as he did, though his armor muffled it. “Sounds good,
could do with some caff to oil my joints before I take off.” He
drawled in an equal tone to Wolffe, sounding bored almost.

The
commander nodded before giving a brief salute of respect to Jango’s
title and then he was off, making a beeline for Koon.

Jango
watched for a moment before deciding to indeed get himself some caff,
he was going to karking need it and he could honestly use the energy
before he was on his way to his pregnant mate.

‘Obi-Wan
and a shower, Boba, a nice snuggle, hair ruffle for Anakin, pretend I
can’t smell Rex on him…’  Jango felt an involuntary smile cross
his lips at the thought, tucking his thumbs into his belt as he made
his way towards the mess tent, easily avoiding a few troopers lugging
around supplies around the camp.

This
wasn’t what he had thought would happen on the day he held Boba in
his arms.

He
had thought that was it, after all, he hadn’t found a fitting mate
and Boba had been perfect, beautiful and tiny in his arms.

‘And
now I’m having another and I have an adoptive kit… kark, life
works in mysterious ways huh.’ He mused as he pushed the tent flap
aside, the smell of caff and cooking food washing over him along with
the low hum of working men with the clatter of tools.

Odd
how he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hoarderseer – Alderaan – What could possibly happen there? Also a blaster AND poison Antidote? Oh dear, what happens next?

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Smiling
warmly, Breha crossed the platform to grasp Obi-Wan’s hands as the
Jedi struggled to bow, his lover and commander fussing at his side.
“Oh please don’t do that Obi-Wan,” She chuckled softly. “As I
understand, you’re carrying quite the heavy burden even
if you arrived on one of the loveliest of days for Alderaan.”
She teased softly, the
breeze tugging at their clothes as they meet, causing the trees to
sway in the clearing of the
private landing pad.

Laughing
a bit, Obi-Wan rested a hand on his swollen stomach, rubbing lightly
with his thumb. “Yes, that is what happens when the Force bless you
with four at once.” He chuckled quietly and then grinned and
removed his hand, gesturing for Breha to touch if she wanted.

She
eagerly rested a hand against the taunt skin and cooed softly as the
babies inside moved. “Full of life and eager to join the world I
bet. I hope this last month until you give birth will be wonderful
for you,” The Queen of Alderaan motioned for one of her handmaidens
to come over, a tall woman dressed in shades of purple, blue and
black, a scarf covering her head and a veil covering all but her dark
eyes. “This is Dalla, she will be at your hand for any request you
would need as
your aide for your stay on Alderaan in our lovely capital.”
Breha stated warmly.

“Oh
that’s not nes-” Obi-Wan tried to protest.

“Nonsense,
you do not know Alderaan that well and Dalla will be able to inform
you of any activities around the planet and arrange transportation as
needed. And will be able to fetch anything or anyone
you would need.” Breha raised he brows, her posture that of royalty
as the implication hit home.

Dalla
would be able to contact the medcenters and medics around to get
Obi-Wan what he needed when the babies were ready to be born.

Smiling
sheepishly, especially when Cody gave him an exasperated look while
squeezing his arm,
Obi-Wan relented with a nod of humility. “I see your point, thank
you for this and thank you Dalla for your aid to come.” He gave her
as good a bow as he could.

A
soft laugh answered him as the lady gave a bow in return. “Please,
you are honored guests and friends of my Queen and her prince, I am
honored to serve.” Dalla murmured, her voice deep and soothing.

Chuckling
a bit, Obi-Wan nodded before glancing back to see how the unloading
process was going, smiling when he saw Qui-Gon was busy regaling the
vode with stories even as they continued to bring out all their
items, Obi-Wan’s bag noticeably slung over his shoulder.

“You’re
right that we’ve arrived on a lovely day Queen Breha, I can’t
thank you enough for extending your welcome to us.” Cody suddenly
spoke up, bringing Obi-Wan’s attention back as he did.

‘They’re
right, it is a lovely day.’ Obi-Wan noted as he glanced around.

There
was a light breeze going, bringing the cool wind from the mountains
down and thereby keeping it from getting too hot as the sun shone
down from a cloudless sky, Alderaan’s skyline bright blue and
beautiful as it sunk into the lines of the mountain ranges.

It
was enough to made him smile.

It
was a very different scene from Coruscant for sure and he patted
Cody’s arm a bit before he let go and made his way over to the edge
of the platform, peeking around at the flora around, enjoying both
the wild and the planned sight around him.

‘It’s
so nice here.’ Obi-Wan closed his eyes with a pleased sigh, only to
stumble when the Force suddenly gave a sharp cry.

He
heard Cody call his name and Qui-Gon drop the backpack with a sound
of his lightsaber lighting up and then he knew nothing more.

()()()

Wheezing
a bit, Cody struggled to open his gritty eyes as his
head throbbed with a ludicrous amount of pain and something wet
trailed from his ears to his neck as
he breathed in musty air
and… fuel?

Was
there fuel in the air, why was he drawing musty and fuel coated
air?

Fighting,
Cody managed to open his eyes and he let out a small noise as
all he saw was darkness.

Shifting
about, Cody cursed as he felt dirt and metal pieces fall off him, his
brain catching up to events because the landing platform had
exploded.
It had suddenly gone up, the ship had exploded, Jinn had been holding
his saber and Obi-Wan…

‘Obi-Wan!’
That thought finally had Cody drawing himself out of the literal hole
he was in, growling as he made to dig himself out, despite the pain
in his chest and shoulders.

Obi-Wan
had been at the edge of the landing pad, had been looking at
everything with a smile on his face before everything went to osik.

‘I
need to find him, I need to find General Jinn and the Queen and my
vode… hold on!’ He growled, hands hurting as he continued to dig
while wishing he had been wearing his helmet. “Hold on Obi-Wan, I’m
coming.” He promised, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t hear his
own voice.

Breakabarrier! Yay twins! Is it Luke and Leia, is it aome other twins? Whats up with Palps? I’ll take anything. LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

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Blinking
slowly while watching tv, Obi-Wan gave a thoughtful hum that
attracted both his mates attention.

Anakin
paused in stroking Padme’s hair, the lady senator’s head having
been
resting in Obi-Wan’s lap as Obi-Wan sat leaned into Anakin’s side
on the black
leather couch
of their little intimate tv room that they spent the majority of
together
time in,
the
dark red walls making the room seem smaller and darker with the lamps
all shining warmly at them to provide an intimate and private
atmosphere, with a glass caff table
standing
between it and the holo tv to hold their drinks and snacks.

The
large
living room
was more reserved for when they had guests, while
this was for them to be in peace and quiet with only C3PO
occasionally disturbing them if there was a guest or a call.

“Obi-Wan?”
Padme murmured in
sleepily
curiosity,
the hair petting making her drowsy.

Purring
faintly, twinning some of her brown loose hair around his fingers,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “Just thinking about baby names.” He whispered,
snorting a bit when Anakin playfully nipped at his ear.

“We’re
not calling them either Shmi or Kitster, just saying,” He stated
warningly, the alpha suddenly
serious
before grimacing when both his mates shot him looks. “Its… look,
they’re slave names, I loved my mom and my friend but…” He
trailed off uncomfortably, glancing
away at the mention of his origin.

Turning
his head, feeling Padme sit up on
his other side,
Obi-Wan pressed a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek. “They’re
wonderful names but if you say no, that’s it.” He agreed quietly,
watching as Padme leaned over his lap to press her own kiss to
Anakin’s cheek.

They
both watched as Anakin’s tense posture eased, the man letting out a
huff of relief.

Maybe
from them understanding or maybe for them agreeing.

Or
just maybe because they weren’t trying to argue with him. Anakin
had his issues with his beginnings and as much as he loved his
mother, that didn’t change what they had been once, there was a
reason Anakin did all he could to handle slavers when he caught them.

“Do
either of you have any ideas then?” Obi-Wan asked slowly, raising
his brow at them.

To
that Anakin grinned sheepishly. “Jinn?” He asked slowly, raising
his hands in surrender when both Obi-Wan and Padme raised their brows
at him, one incredulous and one amused.

Wiggling
closer, now clearly more awake, Padme let out a thoughtful sound. “I
always wanted to name one of my children for Leia, it means lioness
in ancient Naboo.” She grinned at them, giving a little wink which
prompted them both to laugh.

“Honestly,
any child of yours is going to be fierce.”
Anakin teased before cuddling Obi-Wan to him. “Though that is a
pretty name.” He mused thoughtfully.

Rubbing
his chin, leaning into Anakin’s body as all three of them ignored
the end of the movie they had been half watching, Obi-Wan let out a
soft hum while scratching at his beard covered chin. “You know,
that’s not half bad. There are two of them, so Leia sounds
wonderful.” He agreed, wiggling a bit.

Pressing
a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, Padme let out a delighted noise. “We
should get two female and two male names… just in case.” She
stated cheerfully.

Wrinkling
his nose a bit, Obi-Wan considered that before nodding.

He
didn’t really care or agree about gendered names but Naboo had
their culture and while secondary genders weren’t generally that
important, they did have some hangups about the first gender that
came out in things like dress and names.

Anakin
just watched both of them bemusedly before letting out a thoughtful
noise. “Artemis?” He glanced between them. “She was one of the
sister deities of Tatooine, known for hunt.” He explained with an
easy grin and both Padme and Obi-Wan sported thoughtful looks before
nodding in tandem.

“It
be nice to name one Bail, since he’s been such a dear friend.”
Padme sighed hopefully.

“Might
get awkward though, I mean it be an honor for him, that’s true,”
Anakin injected. “But since we’re going to ask him and Queen
Breha to be one of the godparent pairs, Bail junior might be aw-”

“Luke.”
Obi-Wan cut in before they could start squabbling.

Falling
mute, they both looked in surprise at Obi-Wan.

He
simply shrugged. “Luke, it’s an old Jedi name if I’m honest. It
means light giver, a leftover relic from when we fought the Sith and
the Jedi tried to spread light. It used to be a title more than a
name really but… these children will bring light into our world…
so-” His mates cut him off by hugging him, Padme sealing their lips
together in a tender kiss that had Obi-Wan sighing and relaxing.

He
hadn’t even been aware he was tensing up as he spoke but their
approval rung in the Force and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile
shyly at them as he was gathered into Anakin’s lap, the three
cuddling together as the end credits of the movie rolled.

For
a second there was silence, comfortable and warm.

Until
Obi-Wan glanced at the bonus scenes of the movie, brows raising high
at the hopeful ending. “…Also you’re not picking the movie next
time Anakin, Madam Synata may be a brilliant drama actor but Force,
we just watched a farce of a ‘historical’ play.” He huffed,
brows twitching a bit.

“Aw
come on Obi-Wan! Into the Sky is a classical! And
Madam Synata is one of the most renowned actresses through the
years!”
Anakin pouted sadly at his mate, pulling
out his puppy eyes for the man.

Unswayed
by the faux leaky eyes and sad expression as he snorted
deeply, Obi-Wan raised a brow at
him.
“And the Agorim moon is not exploded into a half crescent shape,
that would utterly ruin the planets gravity and oceans and the Jedi
were not involved in the Agorim civil war at all, we were directly
banned from entering their planets atmosphere not only by the
government but the people itself and it was a direct blood bath that
lead to not only the death of half the population but is still
effecting the planets growth to this very day, five hundred years
later.” He stated dryly as Padme giggled softly at them squabbling
lightly over the movie.

Opening
his mouth but then thinking better of it, Anakin paused before
shrugging and smiling meekly. “…Artistic liberty?” Anakin
finally stated, a tad sheepishly.

Exchanging
a long, amused glance, Padme and Obi-Wan couldn’t help it, laughing
as they pulled their pouting mate into soft, affectionate kisses
between them.

The
future felt so bright… and yet Obi-Wan couldn’t help a feeling of
unease that he tried to push away as the war’s fault as he clung to
his mates, the swell of his stomach pressing into Anakin with Padme’s
hand lingering on the gentle swell of their twins.

*pulls up a chair* Soooo what happens next in SweetHoney???? Baby in the mix of things could literally throw a wrench in war plans, but what about Palp’s plans??? (I just wanna see Obi and Jango happy…;^;)

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Watching
his napping lover thoughtfully, Jango felt a mischievous smirk settle
over his face, the look on his face instantly having both Boba and
Anakin backing away from the lounge couch where Obi-Wan had opted to
take his nap.

Both
adopted omega son and clone alpha son watched him as Jango snuck over
and knelt down beside Obi-Wan, his grin growing a bit softer as he
leaned down to press a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek, a soft sigh
escaping the pregnant Jedi.

And
then Jango went on the attack, biting Obi-Wan in the side much to
Boba and Anakin’s utter surprise.

Yelling
out in shock, Obi-Wan shoved Jango away as the bounty hunter laughed
while landing on his ass, Obi-Wan sitting up with wide eyes as he
looked around.

For
a few seconds everyone but Jango, who was laughing still, stared at
each other in befuddlement, Obi-Wan both sleepy and shocked before
realization hit him. “Jango!” He groaned, rubbing at his face.

Letting
out a playful roaring noise, Jango knelt up again and wrapped his
arms around Obi-Wan’s slender waist, grinning up at him. “Told
you I was gonna nom you one day.” He teased playfully, snapping his
teeth together for emphasize.

Grumbling,
Obi-Wan reached out and pinched the others nose shut, forcing Jango
to breath through his nose. “Yeah but that was fu-dging awful way
to wake up.” Obi-Wan quickly moderated his language, remembering
Boba was there.

“He
just bit you!” Anakin exploded out, eyes wide.

Snorting
a bit, Obi-Wan pushed Jango off him and got up, rubbing his side
lightly where Jango bit. “Yeah, he totally did the ass,” He
smiled wryly at the others, yawning a bit. “But I imagine that
means we’re all packed up and ready to go huh?” Obi-Wan glanced
about.

Opening
his mouth then closing it, Anakin wrinkled his nose then sighed and
shook his head. “Yeah, Rex and Commander Cody are efficient,
they had everything well in control.” He mumbled, clearly still
confused by Jango but unwilling to ask questions.

He
got enough knowledge about his master and his mate’s mating habits
thank you very much.

“You’re
kinda crazy dad.” Boba finally piped up, coming over and hugging
Obi-Wan around the waist while peering at his father.

“No,
I saw a shot to tease my mate and took it because on one point, we’re
both gonna laugh about it and Obi-Wan is going to take revenge at
some point.” Jango grinned, his smile all teeth.

Flustering
a bit, Obi-Wan cleared his throat and spoke loudly before Boba, who
was visibly confused, could ask any questions about that
statement. “Well then! I recommend we all eat something and then
take off since the 212th
and the 501st
are all ready to go, I have a hankering for some fish, how about you
Boba?” He smiled down at the boy wrapped around him.

Another
body joined the hug, Jango pressing up against Obi-Wan’s back as he
slid his arms around both the Jedi and his now thoughtful son at the
same time, his smile having gone from mischievous to just soft. “That
does sound like a lovely idea, you are after all eating for more than
one.” Jango nuzzled his nose into Obi-Wan’s hair.

Flustering
even more, the tips of his ears turning red, Obi-Wan glanced
sheepishly at Anakin to find the blond pouting.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan stared at his padawan before snorting and holding his arms
open. “Oh alright, get over here Anakin and tell me what you want
to eat.” He chuckled, laughing when Anakin instantly scuttled over,
trapping Boba between himself and Obi-Wan as he nestled into a hug.

“Fish
sounds fine, hugs sounds better,
though I wouldn’t mind some crisp fried fish.” Anakin grinned,
his smile turning a tad shyer when Jango chuckled fondly at all of
them.

“Crisp
fish!” Boba agreed with a cheer, eager to mimic his older ‘brother’
as he saw Anakin. “Also you reek of Rex.” The boy decided to
tease.

“Well
he’s to be my mate.” Anakin huffed, lifting Boba up and moving to
the kitchenette. “However you should learn to cook! It’s
important to know how to feed yourself Boba and that was one of the
first things master Obi-Wan decided to teach me when I became his
padawan.” The two descended into bickering, Boba torn between
wanting to stay with his dad and Obi-Wan and also wanting to learn
how to cook and Anakin gently ribbing the boy for not knowing how to
cook yet.

“Whelp,
best guide them through this, lest they burn the kitchenette down.”
Jango mused out loud, smirking faintly.

“Might
shock you but Anakin is actually a terrific cook,” Obi-Wan grinned
at Jango’s face of surprise. “Oh yes, he took to it like a fish
to water and ended up becoming better than me. He just likes it when
others cook for him because he finds it a caring gesture but Anakin
can cook… now if he can teach
that’s a different question.”

The
two turned back to the pair, watching as Anakin was showing Boba how
to heat up the oil for crisp fish… and Boba somehow managed to set
fire to it.

“ABORT,
ABORT!” Boba screamed while Anakin tried to find the fire
smothering blanket, both screaming equally loudly.

Obi-Wan
watched it for a moment before snuffing out the fire with the Force,
Jango shaking with laughter to the point he was using Obi-Wan for
support.

So
much for that cooking lesson.

Heyy hey, we haven’t hear for breakabarrier in forever, I need more Omega-verse ObiAniDala. How are the babies doing? And anything else you want to add.

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Hissing
slightly at the cold, Obi-Wan gave the amused looking healer a slight
glare even as Padme gently stroked his hair and Anakin squeezed his
hand reassuringly. “A warning would have been appreciated,
I had no idea you were adding Hoth to my stomach.” Obi-Wan drawled
at her.

Laughing,
the healer shook her head. “It’s not as cold as it feels and I
did tell you that it would be cool.” Miranda pointed out but before
Obi-Wan could answer her, the woman had placed the ultrasound tool to
his belly, carefully rolling it over the somewhat wet skin from the
gel to get a clear image.

And
that shut Obi-Wan up.

Because
even with the blurry blue image they could all tell that there were
two.

Two
little lives, twitching and squirming inside of him. Little
limbs, twitching hands and feet, little bodies, all fully formed and
just in need of growing now after what he knew from the baby books he
had been reading.

Two
of them which explained Obi-Wan’s size.

Twins?

Healer
Miranda let out an amused noise. “Well would you look at that,”
She stated as the image became clearer, all three parents leaning in
closer to
look at slowly moving limbs.
“It
seems congratulations are in order for all, there is one implantation
from both Senator Amidala and Knight Skywalker, both in each their
amniotic sac, though you could call them twins I imagine as they will
come out together once labor happens.” She chuckled in soft
amusement, the beta slowly rolling the tool over Obi-Wan’s five
month large belly.

The
healers had said they heard two heartbeats but to actually see
them… well that was different and Obi-Wan clenched his hand on
Anakin’s while pushing into Padme’s hand in his hair as he stared
at the image.

Those
were their babies.

Two
of them.

“Do
you want to know the gender of them? I already assume you want a copy
holo to display or put into image form for frames, so I’ll provide
that.” Miranda hummed, leaning over to type at the terminal for
said copy.

Glancing
at his mates, Obi-Wan shrugged then smiled. “No, the gender can be
a surprise. It’s not like we’re going to know their secondary
gender until they’re teens anyhow so the first gender doesn’t
matter either.” He said calmly, breathing out when the ultrasound
tool was removed.

Padme
instantly took one of the flannels and started to clean off his
stomach, smiling softly at him. “That’s very true. And you’ve
already started to nest so we have lots of clothes and toys already
for both.” She teased lovingly before leaning forward and stealing
a kiss from their omega.

Humming
against the soft lips, Obi-Wan used his free hand to cup the back of
her head, prolonging the chaste kiss slightly longer before letting
go and looking at the thrilled looking Anakin, the knight sporting a
smile so wide it was basically his entire face.

Okay
that was exaggerating but still, his smile was huge.

“Babies.”
He cooed in a gooey voice, both Padme and Obi-Wan laughing as they
fixed up the Jedi master tunic.

Helping
Obi-Wan stand, Anakin face somehow went even more bright. “We
should go celebrate! We know it’s two now!” He wiggled excitedly
while looking between the two.

Perking
up, Padme nodded while sliding her arm around Obi-Wan, pulling him
into her side. “Yes, that does sound like a lovely idea, I can get
us a table at the White Guarlara, one of my uncles owns part of it so
we haven an open invitation to a table.” She explained with her own
little excited wiggle that she was trying to hide.

Endeared
by his rather adorable two alpha’s, Obi-Wan let out a thoughtful
hum then nodded. “Naboo cuisine does sound rather appealing right
now and it would be a thing to celebrate despite the awfulness of the
war. But I need to speak with Mace before we go,” He said before
chuckling when both gave him wary looks. “Nothing bad, I just need
to collect some information he had for me about my investigation. I’m
so
close to figuring out the identity of who is helping Dooku, I can
just feel
it.” He grinned at them.

Laughing
softly, Anakin ducked down and gave Obi-Wan a chaste kiss on the
lips. “Alright, find Windu first and then
we go celebrate, a nice delicious none alcoholic cider for you, wine
for Padme and juice for me.” He murmured lovingly.

“Oh,
I hope they have Naboo cider and not the local stuff, it’s been
ages since I had any of that.” Obi-Wan hummed, accepting the little
keycard from Miranda with their copy holo, ignoring Anakin and Padme
exchanging fond, loving looks over his head.

He
was busier peering at the still twitching holo of his children on the
terminal, watching their little limbs.

Those
were inside of him.

They
were the future he was fighting for, the peace he wanted to give to.

He
would give them it for as long as there was breath in his body.