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In BHP did Qui and Obi ever have a baby and how they handle it? Was it a girl or a boy or one each? Has Yoda already clamed it for a Padawan? Did Obi-Wan’s Labor make Anakin smart and use protection with Padme? I read the whole thing on AO3 and now I NEED to know Please!
“I’m…going to shove you off a
cliff Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan hissed then groaned. “No I won’t. I’m
sorry I said that, I asked for this.” He whimpered and clung to the
hand as the contractions hit.
“I know, I know love, its just the
pain talking.” Qui-Gon murmured, gently rubbing the moist cloth
over the others forehead with his free hand. “Are you sure you
don’t want an epidural?” He questioned again as the apprentice
healer was moving around and making sure Obi-Wan was alright until he
was ready to push.
“I kind of want to be aware when our
baby comes to the world.” The omega grunted before shuddering
heavily. “But at this point I’m starting to wonder.”
“Its just a quick pinch, you know
that.” Qui-Gon cooed and leaned in to kiss the other on the sweaty
forehead. “The healers would set it and then you could try to
relax.”
“And the side effects?” Obi-Wan
leaned into the touch, hissing a bit when the blanket over his lap
was lifted to check on his dilatation.
“Potential side effects are fever,
longer delivery, muscular weakness after birth and low blood
pressure.” The apprentice offered, giving them both a small smile.
“It used to be more honestly but improved medical aid and drugs has
eased some of it. Not to mention the delivery method now compared to
then makes it a quick pinch instead of the involved process it used
to be.”
“And advantages?” Obi-Wan panted.
“Well eased pain for sure.” She
offered. “You’re less likely to hyperventilate which increases
the oxygen flow for the baby and because you’re not as distressed,
the baby’s distress lowers too.”
“Its up to you love.” Qui-Gon
murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the hand holding his.
Obi-Wan hesitate until the next
contraction came.
“Give me the damn epidural!” He
cried out, close to tears.
Outside the room Anakin winced and
looked at an equally horrified looking Padme on the holo from R2.
“…We’re using protection.” She declared. “EVERY time, you
hear me Anakin.”
“Yes ma’am.” He smiled meekly. Not
that he felt prepared for a baby just yet as it was.
()()()
“You did so well Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon
whispered, rumbling quietly while nuzzling his sweaty and flushed
mate, the other panting sharply as he rested against the pillows of
the bed. “So well, you did so GOOD.” He kissed him gently all
over the face, small butterfly kisses.
Dazed green looked back at him and the
Jedi stroked his cheek tenderly. “You can rest mate. You deserve
sleep and I’ll look after our little one while you rests.”
“She’s…sleeping.” Obi-Wan
rasped and Qui-Gon chuckled. “Won’t make…a fuss.”
“So she’s safe and you can rest.
Its okay.” He continued caressing gently, smiling at how Obi-Wan
leaned into his touch.
“…You’re braiding my hair…when
I wake up.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest, needing it.
Chucking quietly, Qui-Gon nodded as he
continued slowly stroking the flushed cheek. And then he looked to
the basin that contained his daughter, grinning as she just continued
breathing, being one of the most miraculous things Qui-Gon had ever
seen.
“I see congratulations are in order.”
The long haired master looked up at the voice and beamed.
“Mace, come in, please. Obi-Wan is
sleeping.”
“He feels exhausted.” The Korun
stepped in after the invite.
“He is, he’s asleep now though but
the labor lasted for hours. Meet my daughter Mace.” He beamed up at
the dark skinned man, gesturing to the basin.
“She looks healthy. What’s her
name?”
“Well, so far me and Obi-Wan were
still trying to decide, Si-Nara or something like Aria.” Qui-Gon
couldn’t stop smiling as Mace peered into the little bed, the Korun
chuckling at the little bundle.
“You know Yoda’s already claimed
her for a future padawan?”
“The old man will have to wait until
she’s older. And who’s to say he’s going to want her in the
future.” Qui-Gon grinned.
“You’re right, might be a small
fight. I wouldn’t mind training her either.” Mace reached out and
stroked her soft belly gently, making a soft noise when she moved
underneath his touch. “…Qui-Gon, I’m training her.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. She’s going to be a wonderful
padawan.”
The blue eyed master blinked then
tilted his head. “What did you see?”
“A devastatingly smart padawan with a
kind heart. Who’s going to kick Skywalker’s ass often.” Mace
smirked.
“So…skilled duelist then.”
“Mhmm.” Mace continued stroking the
little soft chubby cheeks.
In BHP did Qui and Obi ever have a baby and how they handle it? Was it a girl or a boy or one each? Has Yoda already clamed it for a Padawan? Did Obi-Wan’s Labor make Anakin smart and use protection with Padme? I read the whole thing on AO3 and now I NEED to know Please!
“I’m…going to shove you off a
cliff Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan hissed then groaned. “No I won’t. I’m
sorry I said that, I asked for this.” He whimpered and clung to the
hand as the contractions hit.
“I know, I know love, its just the
pain talking.” Qui-Gon murmured, gently rubbing the moist cloth
over the others forehead with his free hand. “Are you sure you
don’t want an epidural?” He questioned again as the apprentice
healer was moving around and making sure Obi-Wan was alright until he
was ready to push.
“I kind of want to be aware when our
baby comes to the world.” The omega grunted before shuddering
heavily. “But at this point I’m starting to wonder.”
“Its just a quick pinch, you know
that.” Qui-Gon cooed and leaned in to kiss the other on the sweaty
forehead. “The healers would set it and then you could try to
relax.”
“And the side effects?” Obi-Wan
leaned into the touch, hissing a bit when the blanket over his lap
was lifted to check on his dilatation.
“Potential side effects are fever,
longer delivery, muscular weakness after birth and low blood
pressure.” The apprentice offered, giving them both a small smile.
“It used to be more honestly but improved medical aid and drugs has
eased some of it. Not to mention the delivery method now compared to
then makes it a quick pinch instead of the involved process it used
to be.”
“And advantages?” Obi-Wan panted.
“Well eased pain for sure.” She
offered. “You’re less likely to hyperventilate which increases
the oxygen flow for the baby and because you’re not as distressed,
the baby’s distress lowers too.”
“Its up to you love.” Qui-Gon
murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the hand holding his.
Obi-Wan hesitate until the next
contraction came.
“Give me the damn epidural!” He
cried out, close to tears.
Outside the room Anakin winced and
looked at an equally horrified looking Padme on the holo from R2.
“…We’re using protection.” She declared. “EVERY time, you
hear me Anakin.”
“Yes ma’am.” He smiled meekly. Not
that he felt prepared for a baby just yet as it was.
()()()
“You did so well Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon
whispered, rumbling quietly while nuzzling his sweaty and flushed
mate, the other panting sharply as he rested against the pillows of
the bed. “So well, you did so GOOD.” He kissed him gently all
over the face, small butterfly kisses.
Dazed green looked back at him and the
Jedi stroked his cheek tenderly. “You can rest mate. You deserve
sleep and I’ll look after our little one while you rests.”
“She’s…sleeping.” Obi-Wan
rasped and Qui-Gon chuckled. “Won’t make…a fuss.”
“So she’s safe and you can rest.
Its okay.” He continued caressing gently, smiling at how Obi-Wan
leaned into his touch.
“…You’re braiding my hair…when
I wake up.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest, needing it.
Chucking quietly, Qui-Gon nodded as he
continued slowly stroking the flushed cheek. And then he looked to
the basin that contained his daughter, grinning as she just continued
breathing, being one of the most miraculous things Qui-Gon had ever
seen.
“I see congratulations are in order.”
The long haired master looked up at the voice and beamed.
“Mace, come in, please. Obi-Wan is
sleeping.”
“He feels exhausted.” The Korun
stepped in after the invite.
“He is, he’s asleep now though but
the labor lasted for hours. Meet my daughter Mace.” He beamed up at
the dark skinned man, gesturing to the basin.
“She looks healthy. What’s her
name?”
“Well, so far me and Obi-Wan were
still trying to decide, Si-Nara or something like Aria.” Qui-Gon
couldn’t stop smiling as Mace peered into the little bed, the Korun
chuckling at the little bundle.
“You know Yoda’s already claimed
her for a future padawan?”
“The old man will have to wait until
she’s older. And who’s to say he’s going to want her in the
future.” Qui-Gon grinned.
“You’re right, might be a small
fight. I wouldn’t mind training her either.” Mace reached out and
stroked her soft belly gently, making a soft noise when she moved
underneath his touch. “…Qui-Gon, I’m training her.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. She’s going to be a wonderful
padawan.”
The blue eyed master blinked then
tilted his head. “What did you see?”
“A devastatingly smart padawan with a
kind heart. Who’s going to kick Skywalker’s ass often.” Mace
smirked.
“So…skilled duelist then.”
“Mhmm.” Mace continued stroking the
little soft chubby cheeks.
So, in that Omega!Obi-Wan is randomly pregnant shot: «They had to convince Obi-Wan to return with them to the temple.» Do they? Why do they think they need to? What happens when they get there? How does Anakin take everything? Where in this world is Padme? How does Qui-Gon Feel? And Yoda? What will Mace do? TELL ME ALL THE THINGS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I said no.” Obi-Wan said strongly,
moving towards the platforms to find his next ride off the planet
with his bag on his shoulder.
“Please, do reconsider, you are in a
fragile state an-”
“I am not carrying a spare chosen
one. I’m not an incubator.” Obi-Wan came to a sharp stop and
turned to glare at Qui-Gon, green eyes narrowed. “I left the cores
at thirteen because I found out that the Jedi temple didn’t care
about the wishes and desires of the ones they had taught. I would
have made one hell of a Jedi knight, yet no master or knight took me
on, everyone looked past me as if I was…” He pursed his lips then
shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I made a life for myself.”
Anakin glanced between the two then
stepped forward. “Ser Kenobi, I know that you don’t want to
return. But please listen to me, this is your child we’re talking
about.”
Obi-Wan focused on him instead of the
older master, brows slightly furrowed. “Lets say I will listen,
what are you going to tell me that would make me change my mind?”
“Medical aid for you and your child.
You can’t tell me its easy to get what you need out here in the
rims. And my mom told me often enough that I was a terror to birth.”
Anakin plowed on when the others face tightened up. “What I mean is
that a Force pregnancy is hard on the body and the baby. You should
consider coming with us for that reason alone.”
“You talk as if I have no money for
medical.” Obi-Wan growled quietly, disliking it severely that
Anakin was using his pregnancy against him. “I’m a successful
ruins researcher, specialized in Force related buildings. I do
lectures o-”
“Its not a mention of not having
money for medical.” Anakin offered quickly. “But the best. And
Vokara Che is the best.”
Obi-Wan looked away, frowning heavily.
His hand was fisted white on the strap of his bag.
“I swore never to go back to the
Jedi.” Obi-Wan quietly offered. “I was thrown out for nothing
less then becoming thirteen. I had every dream I had ever hoped to
achieve ripped out for under me with no more explanation then that
‘you’re to old’ given.” He whispered.
Anakin shifted, feeling pressure in the
Force.
“I apologize.” Qui-Gon offered.
“And you were my last hope.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon then looked away, growling quietly. “I
left the cores and made my own future. I became a researcher because
knowledge is golden. I made my way through the murkiness that was
life and used what I had to create a future…I got myself a stipend
and an apprenticeship under professors. Got myself a degree.
Protected myself. Me. Alone.” He gritted his teeth.
Then he focused on them again. “I am
not going back. They didn’t need me. I don’t need them.” He
turned on his heel. “And its a low tactic to use my own child
against me.” He marched forward, hailing the fare seller to get
himself a ticket off planet.
“…Now what?” Anakin felt…well
disappointed was the best word to go with, saying he felt like a part
of him was walking way sounded cliche.
“…Now we contact the council about
our findings.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly.
()()()
“A Force pregnancy?”
Mace Windu looks like he’s fallen of the space shuttle before he
gives them a dark frown. “Are you sure? He’s not lying to cover
his tracks? One doesn’t have to be mated to carry a child.”
Anakin frowns a bit at the slight
against Obi-Wan, or he feels it a slight at least but beside him
Qui-Gon shakes his head. “No, he wasn’t lying, that much I know
for certain through the Force. Obi-Wan Kenobi is pregnant due to the
Force, carrying a child convinced through it just like Anakin once
was.”
“And he refuses to return to the
temple?” Adi leaned forward, her face open.
Now came the difficult part.
“Yes, he’s…angry at the temple.
At the order. He um, that is to say I…”
“Former Initiate Obi-Wan is.” Yoda
spoke up, giving everyone a pinched look. “Though he’d one time
take my place I did.” He gave Qui-Gon a long look. “To be your
padawan he was suppose to and angry he has right to be. Jedi master
and knight he would have become.” The old troll huffed. “Wondered
where he was I did. Good to know that safe he is at least, and
prospered without the Order.” He sighed deeply, sounding all of his
800 years at that moment.
Qui-Gon shifted a bit, uncomfortable
with the attention directed at him at that moment.
“Regardless.” Plo spoke up. “Force
pregnancy are unprecedented outside of Knight Skywalker’s case.
Such a thing would be a case of study if you can convince him to come
to the temple.”
“But he doesn’t want to.” Anakin
spoke up. “He’s angry and says he wont come and we can’t Force
him.”
“Force him you will not have to. Work
you can offer him instead.” Yoda rolled his eyes. Actually rolled
his eyes!
“Yes, he’s an expert in Force
Ruins? He can have a lecture on his findings here at the temple. If
anyone would be interested in Force ruins, its Jedi.” Yaddle added.
“It depends on his view of his
findings, for all we know they can be heretical.”
“Then it would be a debate and he
might bring a fresh point of view.” Plo argued with Mace. “Becoming
stagnate is the first step towards destruction.”
“Allocate founds for hiring him I
will, find him you two will have to and give him the offer.” Yoda
offered seriously.
“It might be hard to convince him.”
Qui-Gon offered quietly and the green troll had the audacity to
smirk.
“Tell him he can show up Jedi’s.
Catch his attention that will.”
()()()
Yoda was right, that did catch
Obi-Wan’s attention as he shifted of off his knees and got up,
brushing of his pants where he had been digging in the ground near a ruin.
“Lecture at the Jedi temple?” He looked surprised.
The long haired master nodded. “Yes,
Force ruins are a case of history and considering they are connected
to the Force that makes them double interesting to Jedi. I’m sure
you understand. We already have funds cleared to offer to you should
you agree.” Qui-Gon watched the redhead.
Obi-Wan frowned a bit. “This isn’t
just because of my pregnancy, is it?”
“I don’t think so, I think you
would have been requested to come eventually but I won’t lie that
your pregnancy will most likely be observed while you are at the
temple.”
The other pursed his lips and for a
moment both Jedi feared it was the wrong thing to say.
“Honesty, alright. I can work with
honesty.”
Okay, not the wrong thing to say.
‘Honesty, okay, keep that in mind, he
appreciates honesty.’ Anakin put on his mind as they watched the
omega mull.
“I set the lecture, no interfering in
what I talk about?” He narrowed green eyes at them.
“Well debates are likely, scholars
likes to debate.” Anakin shrugged.
“Hmm.” Obi-Wan frowned then sighed,
nodding. “Alright, if only to get to debate with Force
knowledgeable people. Fine. You mentioned pay?” He looked between
them.
“Of course. Master Yoda himself
allotted the pay.”
Telling him that was almost worth the
way Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in surprise.
And then they couldn’t help but feel
a sudden form for jealousy when Obi-Wan actually smiled fondly.
“Yoda…should have known.” He chuckled quietly and looked down
at his feet before shaking his head. “And I’ll have a place to
live?”
“Board and quarters will be provided
along with a salary.” Qui-Gon confirmed.
“One of the guest rooms near the
knight living quarters I’d imagine.” Obi-Wan muttered and looked
around before shrugging. “I can always come back here so, let me
pack and I can return with the two of you.”
That was almost to easy.
“…You’re really looking forward
to arguing with people aren’t you?”
Obi-Wan sent both alphas an almost
savage grin over his shoulders. “Oh I’m going to make you Jedi
weep while accepting my findings. Just you wait.”
So, in that Omega!Obi-Wan is randomly pregnant shot: «They had to convince Obi-Wan to return with them to the temple.» Do they? Why do they think they need to? What happens when they get there? How does Anakin take everything? Where in this world is Padme? How does Qui-Gon Feel? And Yoda? What will Mace do? TELL ME ALL THE THINGS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I said no.” Obi-Wan said strongly,
moving towards the platforms to find his next ride off the planet
with his bag on his shoulder.
“Please, do reconsider, you are in a
fragile state an-”
“I am not carrying a spare chosen
one. I’m not an incubator.” Obi-Wan came to a sharp stop and
turned to glare at Qui-Gon, green eyes narrowed. “I left the cores
at thirteen because I found out that the Jedi temple didn’t care
about the wishes and desires of the ones they had taught. I would
have made one hell of a Jedi knight, yet no master or knight took me
on, everyone looked past me as if I was…” He pursed his lips then
shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I made a life for myself.”
Anakin glanced between the two then
stepped forward. “Ser Kenobi, I know that you don’t want to
return. But please listen to me, this is your child we’re talking
about.”
Obi-Wan focused on him instead of the
older master, brows slightly furrowed. “Lets say I will listen,
what are you going to tell me that would make me change my mind?”
“Medical aid for you and your child.
You can’t tell me its easy to get what you need out here in the
rims. And my mom told me often enough that I was a terror to birth.”
Anakin plowed on when the others face tightened up. “What I mean is
that a Force pregnancy is hard on the body and the baby. You should
consider coming with us for that reason alone.”
“You talk as if I have no money for
medical.” Obi-Wan growled quietly, disliking it severely that
Anakin was using his pregnancy against him. “I’m a successful
ruins researcher, specialized in Force related buildings. I do
lectures o-”
“Its not a mention of not having
money for medical.” Anakin offered quickly. “But the best. And
Vokara Che is the best.”
Obi-Wan looked away, frowning heavily.
His hand was fisted white on the strap of his bag.
“I swore never to go back to the
Jedi.” Obi-Wan quietly offered. “I was thrown out for nothing
less then becoming thirteen. I had every dream I had ever hoped to
achieve ripped out for under me with no more explanation then that
‘you’re to old’ given.” He whispered.
Anakin shifted, feeling pressure in the
Force.
“I apologize.” Qui-Gon offered.
“And you were my last hope.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon then looked away, growling quietly. “I
left the cores and made my own future. I became a researcher because
knowledge is golden. I made my way through the murkiness that was
life and used what I had to create a future…I got myself a stipend
and an apprenticeship under professors. Got myself a degree.
Protected myself. Me. Alone.” He gritted his teeth.
Then he focused on them again. “I am
not going back. They didn’t need me. I don’t need them.” He
turned on his heel. “And its a low tactic to use my own child
against me.” He marched forward, hailing the fare seller to get
himself a ticket off planet.
“…Now what?” Anakin felt…well
disappointed was the best word to go with, saying he felt like a part
of him was walking way sounded cliche.
“…Now we contact the council about
our findings.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly.
()()()
“A Force pregnancy?”
Mace Windu looks like he’s fallen of the space shuttle before he
gives them a dark frown. “Are you sure? He’s not lying to cover
his tracks? One doesn’t have to be mated to carry a child.”
Anakin frowns a bit at the slight
against Obi-Wan, or he feels it a slight at least but beside him
Qui-Gon shakes his head. “No, he wasn’t lying, that much I know
for certain through the Force. Obi-Wan Kenobi is pregnant due to the
Force, carrying a child convinced through it just like Anakin once
was.”
“And he refuses to return to the
temple?” Adi leaned forward, her face open.
Now came the difficult part.
“Yes, he’s…angry at the temple.
At the order. He um, that is to say I…”
“Former Initiate Obi-Wan is.” Yoda
spoke up, giving everyone a pinched look. “Though he’d one time
take my place I did.” He gave Qui-Gon a long look. “To be your
padawan he was suppose to and angry he has right to be. Jedi master
and knight he would have become.” The old troll huffed. “Wondered
where he was I did. Good to know that safe he is at least, and
prospered without the Order.” He sighed deeply, sounding all of his
800 years at that moment.
Qui-Gon shifted a bit, uncomfortable
with the attention directed at him at that moment.
“Regardless.” Plo spoke up. “Force
pregnancy are unprecedented outside of Knight Skywalker’s case.
Such a thing would be a case of study if you can convince him to come
to the temple.”
“But he doesn’t want to.” Anakin
spoke up. “He’s angry and says he wont come and we can’t Force
him.”
“Force him you will not have to. Work
you can offer him instead.” Yoda rolled his eyes. Actually rolled
his eyes!
“Yes, he’s an expert in Force
Ruins? He can have a lecture on his findings here at the temple. If
anyone would be interested in Force ruins, its Jedi.” Yaddle added.
“It depends on his view of his
findings, for all we know they can be heretical.”
“Then it would be a debate and he
might bring a fresh point of view.” Plo argued with Mace. “Becoming
stagnate is the first step towards destruction.”
“Allocate founds for hiring him I
will, find him you two will have to and give him the offer.” Yoda
offered seriously.
“It might be hard to convince him.”
Qui-Gon offered quietly and the green troll had the audacity to
smirk.
“Tell him he can show up Jedi’s.
Catch his attention that will.”
()()()
Yoda was right, that did catch
Obi-Wan’s attention as he shifted of off his knees and got up,
brushing of his pants where he had been digging in the ground near a ruin.
“Lecture at the Jedi temple?” He looked surprised.
The long haired master nodded. “Yes,
Force ruins are a case of history and considering they are connected
to the Force that makes them double interesting to Jedi. I’m sure
you understand. We already have funds cleared to offer to you should
you agree.” Qui-Gon watched the redhead.
Obi-Wan frowned a bit. “This isn’t
just because of my pregnancy, is it?”
“I don’t think so, I think you
would have been requested to come eventually but I won’t lie that
your pregnancy will most likely be observed while you are at the
temple.”
The other pursed his lips and for a
moment both Jedi feared it was the wrong thing to say.
“Honesty, alright. I can work with
honesty.”
Okay, not the wrong thing to say.
‘Honesty, okay, keep that in mind, he
appreciates honesty.’ Anakin put on his mind as they watched the
omega mull.
“I set the lecture, no interfering in
what I talk about?” He narrowed green eyes at them.
“Well debates are likely, scholars
likes to debate.” Anakin shrugged.
“Hmm.” Obi-Wan frowned then sighed,
nodding. “Alright, if only to get to debate with Force
knowledgeable people. Fine. You mentioned pay?” He looked between
them.
“Of course. Master Yoda himself
allotted the pay.”
Telling him that was almost worth the
way Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in surprise.
And then they couldn’t help but feel
a sudden form for jealousy when Obi-Wan actually smiled fondly.
“Yoda…should have known.” He chuckled quietly and looked down
at his feet before shaking his head. “And I’ll have a place to
live?”
“Board and quarters will be provided
along with a salary.” Qui-Gon confirmed.
“One of the guest rooms near the
knight living quarters I’d imagine.” Obi-Wan muttered and looked
around before shrugging. “I can always come back here so, let me
pack and I can return with the two of you.”
That was almost to easy.
“…You’re really looking forward
to arguing with people aren’t you?”
Obi-Wan sent both alphas an almost
savage grin over his shoulders. “Oh I’m going to make you Jedi
weep while accepting my findings. Just you wait.”
20 years old alpha Anakin, Qui-Gon’s Padawan, meets a 25 year old pregnant unbonded omega Obi-Wan.
With a loud curse, Anakin stopped and turned on his heel, ignoring
Qui-Gon’s call for him as he used the Force to boost himself back
to where he spotted a man down. He didn’t wait for him to respond,
only scooped him up in his arms and ran for the evac shuttle again.
He barely made it, jumping in with the man in his arms as the door
closed.
“Anakin what in Forc-oh! Oh Force, is he alright?” Qui-Gon knelt
down quickly, reaching out with a warm hand to touch the redhead in
Anakin’s arms.
“N-Not sure.” Anakin panted while holding a bit tighter onto the
slight but muddy form.
Qui-Gon tilted the mans head up and hissed at a thin trail of blood
rolling down their temple. “Force, alright, we need to clean that
up and see what we’re dealing with.”
He got up quickly and grabbed a bottle of water along with a rag,
moving back to Anakin who had not let go of the man yet. Qui-Gon
didn’t question it as he started to clean the mans face, getting a
clear look of the gash on his forehead. “Looks like he took a nasty
fall and hit his head on the way down.” Qui-Gon mumbled. “Lucky
you spotted him or the earth quake and following lava would most
likely have ended him.” He breathed out and then used his limited
healing ability to stabilize him for now. “I knew Ioz V was in a
bad state but they really did under rapport just how bad.” He
continued to mutter and then suddenly he took note of Anakin’s
face.
“Anakin?”
The blond looked up quickly and blinked. “I’m sorry, I was
just…” He glanced back down at where his hand was resting then
back at Qui-Gon. “He’s pregnant.”
“What?” Qui-Gon growled and then reached out to carefully check,
feeling the swell of the mans stomach and breathing out at the life
he could feel within. “…We need to get him to a medic or healer,
now.” He got up to go inform the pilot.
Anakin gathered the man closer to him, nuzzling a bit at his hair.
‘He smells nice…’ Then he forced himself to just hold him.
Going around nuzzling unfamiliar omegas was not acceptable damn it,
regardless of how nice they smelled.
He shifted him a bit and reached for the rag Qui-Gon had used,
carefully cleaning away as much mud as he could.
‘He’s really pretty.’ The Jedi marveled at the copper hair and
strong chin that came into view, the cleft made him smile though, as
did the beauty mark below his eye.
He dropped the rag aside and settled to wait for them to reach the
medical center.
()()()
“He should be fine now. He took a good knock to the head but you
stabilized him and we cleaned out the gash so there will be no chance
of infection.” The medic offered with a half smile.
“Good.” Qui-Gon rumbled. “Perhaps you should contact his mate
then to come fetch him.”
“Mate?” The medic blinked in confusion before making a low
understanding noise. “Ah you mean his pregnancy? There is no sign
of a bonding and he hasn’t mentioned anyone.”
“I…see.”
Anakin took that moment to slide away from the conversation to go see
the man, wondering if he had a moment in heat and someone had taken
advantage of him during the time.
The ginger haired man was sitting on the bed, clean and wearing a
medical gown. He looked up when the door swished and took in Anakin’s
Jedi gear before smiling at him in greeting.
Oh Force, he had a pretty smile.
“Hello, you must be the Jedi who saved me.” He offered and even
his voice was pleasant, a smooth voice in a high Coruscantian accent.
“Y-Yes. Yes I’m Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.” He offered the
other his hand.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The other offered in return while taking the
hand. “Its a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled a bit at him but
Anakin was taking note of faded calluses that almost felt like…
“Anakin, there you are, I was wondering where you ran off to.”
Qui-Gon stepped through and smiled at them.
And Obi-Wan’s slight smile promptly disappeared at the sight of the
older Jedi, hand falling down in his lap. “Master Jinn, long time
no see.” He offered in a crisper tone but still polite as he
watched them.
“You have me at an advantage.” Qui-Gon was keeping his smile,
folding his hands into his sleeves as he watched the omega but
remained by the door was it was clear the other was a bit hostile
towards him. “You know my name.”
“Yes. Initiates usually remembers the names of the last Master’s
to reject them.” Obi-Wan offered calmly before shifting to get out
of the bed, reaching for his cleaned clothes.
Qui-Gon’s smile promptly disappeared. “Ah…Ser Kenobi.”
Obi-Wan made a low hum, giving his stomach a small rub before sitting
down to pull his socks on and then pants.
Anakin glanced awkwardly between the two.
“Heard you took a padawan a few years after I left. Congratulation
on getting over your fears I guess.” Obi-Wan offered calmly and oh
Force, Anakin wanted to sink down into the floor. Qui-Gon didn’t
look better off honestly.
“Yes…I…perhaps we can contact the child’s father to look
after you? I imagine your belongings for the most part were lost on
Ioz V and they would hopefully be amendable to take you in for a few
days at least.”
That finally got Obi-Wan to look at Qui-Gon again, a small furrow
between his brows as he did. “There is no father.” He returned to
his clothes, sliding out of the gown to pull on his own shirt.
Anakin and Qui-Gon traded quick looks at that.
“You-”
“I think I just told you. There was no father. One day I just
started swelling up and got nauseous.” Obi-Wan pulled on his blue
hoodie and carefully zipped it up before sitting down again to wait
on the medic so he could be discharged. “One pregnancy test later
and I was confirmed pregnant.”
“That sounds like Mom’s pregnancy with me.”
Obi-Wan looked at him, raising his brows and Anakin shrugged at him.
“My mom got pregnant without…well yeah, that.” He grimaced and
Obi-Wan hid a small snort against the back of his hand. “And
anyhow, that’s why I exist.”
The copper haired man crossed his arms over his chest and raised his
brows. “So what…miracle conception?”
“The Force.” Qui-Gon offered and Obi-Wan pursed his lips.
“Fat load of good the Force has done me.” He snorted and then sat
up when the medic came back, smiling at him calmly and pulling his
most charming smile out of the air.
Qui-Gon and Anakin traded looks.
They were both thinking the same.
They had to convince Obi-Wan to return with them to the temple.
20 years old alpha Anakin, Qui-Gon’s Padawan, meets a 25 year old pregnant unbonded omega Obi-Wan.
With a loud curse, Anakin stopped and turned on his heel, ignoring
Qui-Gon’s call for him as he used the Force to boost himself back
to where he spotted a man down. He didn’t wait for him to respond,
only scooped him up in his arms and ran for the evac shuttle again.
He barely made it, jumping in with the man in his arms as the door
closed.
“Anakin what in Forc-oh! Oh Force, is he alright?” Qui-Gon knelt
down quickly, reaching out with a warm hand to touch the redhead in
Anakin’s arms.
“N-Not sure.” Anakin panted while holding a bit tighter onto the
slight but muddy form.
Qui-Gon tilted the mans head up and hissed at a thin trail of blood
rolling down their temple. “Force, alright, we need to clean that
up and see what we’re dealing with.”
He got up quickly and grabbed a bottle of water along with a rag,
moving back to Anakin who had not let go of the man yet. Qui-Gon
didn’t question it as he started to clean the mans face, getting a
clear look of the gash on his forehead. “Looks like he took a nasty
fall and hit his head on the way down.” Qui-Gon mumbled. “Lucky
you spotted him or the earth quake and following lava would most
likely have ended him.” He breathed out and then used his limited
healing ability to stabilize him for now. “I knew Ioz V was in a
bad state but they really did under rapport just how bad.” He
continued to mutter and then suddenly he took note of Anakin’s
face.
“Anakin?”
The blond looked up quickly and blinked. “I’m sorry, I was
just…” He glanced back down at where his hand was resting then
back at Qui-Gon. “He’s pregnant.”
“What?” Qui-Gon growled and then reached out to carefully check,
feeling the swell of the mans stomach and breathing out at the life
he could feel within. “…We need to get him to a medic or healer,
now.” He got up to go inform the pilot.
Anakin gathered the man closer to him, nuzzling a bit at his hair.
‘He smells nice…’ Then he forced himself to just hold him.
Going around nuzzling unfamiliar omegas was not acceptable damn it,
regardless of how nice they smelled.
He shifted him a bit and reached for the rag Qui-Gon had used,
carefully cleaning away as much mud as he could.
‘He’s really pretty.’ The Jedi marveled at the copper hair and
strong chin that came into view, the cleft made him smile though, as
did the beauty mark below his eye.
He dropped the rag aside and settled to wait for them to reach the
medical center.
()()()
“He should be fine now. He took a good knock to the head but you
stabilized him and we cleaned out the gash so there will be no chance
of infection.” The medic offered with a half smile.
“Good.” Qui-Gon rumbled. “Perhaps you should contact his mate
then to come fetch him.”
“Mate?” The medic blinked in confusion before making a low
understanding noise. “Ah you mean his pregnancy? There is no sign
of a bonding and he hasn’t mentioned anyone.”
“I…see.”
Anakin took that moment to slide away from the conversation to go see
the man, wondering if he had a moment in heat and someone had taken
advantage of him during the time.
The ginger haired man was sitting on the bed, clean and wearing a
medical gown. He looked up when the door swished and took in Anakin’s
Jedi gear before smiling at him in greeting.
Oh Force, he had a pretty smile.
“Hello, you must be the Jedi who saved me.” He offered and even
his voice was pleasant, a smooth voice in a high Coruscantian accent.
“Y-Yes. Yes I’m Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.” He offered the
other his hand.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The other offered in return while taking the
hand. “Its a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled a bit at him but
Anakin was taking note of faded calluses that almost felt like…
“Anakin, there you are, I was wondering where you ran off to.”
Qui-Gon stepped through and smiled at them.
And Obi-Wan’s slight smile promptly disappeared at the sight of the
older Jedi, hand falling down in his lap. “Master Jinn, long time
no see.” He offered in a crisper tone but still polite as he
watched them.
“You have me at an advantage.” Qui-Gon was keeping his smile,
folding his hands into his sleeves as he watched the omega but
remained by the door was it was clear the other was a bit hostile
towards him. “You know my name.”
“Yes. Initiates usually remembers the names of the last Master’s
to reject them.” Obi-Wan offered calmly before shifting to get out
of the bed, reaching for his cleaned clothes.
Qui-Gon’s smile promptly disappeared. “Ah…Ser Kenobi.”
Obi-Wan made a low hum, giving his stomach a small rub before sitting
down to pull his socks on and then pants.
Anakin glanced awkwardly between the two.
“Heard you took a padawan a few years after I left. Congratulation
on getting over your fears I guess.” Obi-Wan offered calmly and oh
Force, Anakin wanted to sink down into the floor. Qui-Gon didn’t
look better off honestly.
“Yes…I…perhaps we can contact the child’s father to look
after you? I imagine your belongings for the most part were lost on
Ioz V and they would hopefully be amendable to take you in for a few
days at least.”
That finally got Obi-Wan to look at Qui-Gon again, a small furrow
between his brows as he did. “There is no father.” He returned to
his clothes, sliding out of the gown to pull on his own shirt.
Anakin and Qui-Gon traded quick looks at that.
“You-”
“I think I just told you. There was no father. One day I just
started swelling up and got nauseous.” Obi-Wan pulled on his blue
hoodie and carefully zipped it up before sitting down again to wait
on the medic so he could be discharged. “One pregnancy test later
and I was confirmed pregnant.”
“That sounds like Mom’s pregnancy with me.”
Obi-Wan looked at him, raising his brows and Anakin shrugged at him.
“My mom got pregnant without…well yeah, that.” He grimaced and
Obi-Wan hid a small snort against the back of his hand. “And
anyhow, that’s why I exist.”
The copper haired man crossed his arms over his chest and raised his
brows. “So what…miracle conception?”
“The Force.” Qui-Gon offered and Obi-Wan pursed his lips.
“Fat load of good the Force has done me.” He snorted and then sat
up when the medic came back, smiling at him calmly and pulling his
most charming smile out of the air.
Qui-Gon and Anakin traded looks.
They were both thinking the same.
They had to convince Obi-Wan to return with them to the temple.
You know in that obianidala omegaverse I really hope they remember that Obi Wan’s birth control might not be 100% if it’s all being tampered with. Because if not they might be in for a bit of a surprise.
Coughing up blood, Obi-Wan struggled to
roll onto his front so he could pick himself up, shuddering a bit as
he did. That impact had been way to close to them and Obi-Wan had to
check on the clones to make sure everyone was alright.
“General! Are you alright?!”
“Yes! Just some internal damage!”
Obi-Wan coughed out then laughed when Cody started cursing, pushing
himself to his feet and stumbling towards the others, bolstering
himself with the Force.
It made it easier to get to them at
least and back to the front line even as he heard Cody curse even
louder at the sight of blood and one useless arm hanging at his side.
“Is that a broken arm!?”
“Just
a flesh wound Cody.”
“Tell that to your mates!”
()()()
The holoprojector was pining away and
Anakin scratched his stomach lazily as he let Padme handle it. It was
most likely for her anyhow, some senator or legislation stuff, so he
felt quite justified in luxuriating in bed for a few more moments,
snuggling her pillow.
“Hel-Obi-Wan! What happened!?”
That tone of voice got him out of bed
and rushing into the livingroom to see, cursing nine ways to hell at
the sight of their omega with his arm tied to his chest and what
Anakin knew was blood darkening his armor and tunic even in a blue
holo.
“Just a minor skirmish, a shell got
to close to our position and blew me off my feet.” Obi-Wan was
smiling at them but that did nothing to alivate Anakin’s worry as
he padded into view of the holo. “R2 is really amazing, I couldn’t
get through to the Council but I can get through to you two with
him.” He chuckled at them.
“Don’t give us that Obi-Wan, how
bad?” Anakin growled, hiding a bit of pleasure at Obi-Wan eyeing
him up from the holo.
“Hello to you too Anakin, right out
of bed?”
“I WAS lazing around a bit until I
heard Padme cry out. Now stop avoiding the subject, how badly off are
you?”
“Minor internal damage and a broken
arm.” Obi-Wan waved his hand.
“He collapsed a lung and broke his
arm enough for the tibia to stick out.” Cody’s voice came
somewhere off the holo, R2D2 clearly picking up on it.
“…Oh traitor. Padme, really, I’m
alright.” Obi-Wan cooed as the senator squirmed in agitation and
worry.
“Don’t give us that osik Obi-Wan.”
Anakin growled quietly. He was practically vibrating in place with
the need to bundle Obi-Wan into their bed and away from the galaxy.
“I’m not. Honestly, Helix is
wonderful and has looked to my needs. I only need to keep my arm
still for a few more hours and it should be fully functional.”
Obi-Wan assured them. “Honestly, I’m still a capable Jedi.”
“That’s not what we’re worried
about.” Padme offered quietly beside the blond. “And you know
that’s not what we’re worried about.”
Obi-Wan shuffled a bit, suddenly shy
looking and peering around before clearing his throat. “Yes, I-I
know, I just…ah, I saw Dooku actually.”
Anakin and Padme traded looks before
deciding it was easier to play along with Obi-Wan.
For now.
They’d be addressing those self doubt
issues of Obi-Wan…soon.
Just like Padme had been addressing
Anakin’s jealousy and possessiveness issues.
Hmm actually she’d need Obi-Wan’s
help in that.
“Okay, say we bite, you saw Dooku?”
“Yes he was less then impressed in my
choice of mates. Or rather one of them.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly
while Anakin drew a grimace and Padme covered up a small smile with
her hand.
“Oh gee, I wonder which one.”
Anakin offered sarcastically.
“Oh you’ll never guess.” Obi-Wan
twinkled back as Padme laughed quietly. “Something about to young,
unruly, ungentlemanly alpha mate.”
The blond grunted. “Did he say
anything about Padme?”
“He complimented me on getting in
with a Senator who’d be obliged to support me.” Obi-Wan tried for
a light tone.
“I would have supported you
regardless if you shared my bed or not Obi-Wan.” Oh Padme could
have strangled the count.
Back to that shy look of Obi-Wan. But
he was also smiling in pleasure at them.
“…I’m going to be trapped in bed
when I get home, aren’t I?”
“Yes. Or bunk if its Anakin who gets
to you first.”
“Oh.”
Anakin gave him a wide, toothy grin.
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of cuddles.”
“…Just not in view of everyone.”
Anakin laughed but nodded. “Not in
view of everyone.”
“Good now…put on a shirt Anakin!
That display is severely distracting!”
Well that was enough to put a smug
smile on the knight’s face before he got up to go find a shirt. Or
well, after he flexed.
“Anakin! Everyone can see you! I’m
in the middle of camp!”
“Hey, I’m sculpted like an ancient
love god, I deserve my praise.”
Padme laughed and pushed her husband
towards the bedroom before turning back to the holo. “Commander
Cody?”
“Yes Ma’m?” Came the dis-bodied
voice while Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.
“Look after my fool mate’s rear
would you? I’d prefer to have him back in one piece.”
“Of course Senator.”
“Padmeeeeeee.”
“Oh hush, it will do me some good to
know you’re being looked after. Now!” She clapped her hands
together. “What’s going on in the temple?”
“Well outside of the human omegas, no
one else was really effected though quite a few mates ended up being
at the temple to look after their mates. There were some…bonding
happening. Quite a few. We are still investigating what happened but
so far we have at least four sliced medical droids who have tampered
with suppressors and scent blockers. The Jedi on the case, none
omega, beta or alphas, are trying to slice into them to figure out if
there’s more. There is some…worry about birth controls.”
Obi-Wan shifted.
Padme narrowed her eyes at him.
“Obi-Wan, are you worried about yours?”
“…A bit. A war is not an ideal time
to bring a child into the galaxy.”
“Did you…”
Obi-Wan looked down then back at her.
“I didn’t think about it until Mace bought it up. I was riding
the high of…of you two having looked after me if I’m honest.”
Padme smiled softly at that. Obi-Wan had been so sweet, snuggling in
close, desperately wanting their attention at times yet being unsure
about asking for it.
“Just keep an eye on yourself,
alright Obi-Wan?” She offered softly. “For now its nothing, but
if something happens…we’ll handle it. Alright sweet one?”
Obi-Wan colored sharply. “Padme
everyone can hear you!”
There were a few sniggers.
“Well good. Everyone should know
you’re loved.” She huffed then smiled. “Come back as soon as
you can Obi-Wan.”
“Yes Padme, I will.” He was clearly
still blushing but he was smiling at her.
You know in that obianidala omegaverse I really hope they remember that Obi Wan’s birth control might not be 100% if it’s all being tampered with. Because if not they might be in for a bit of a surprise.
Coughing up blood, Obi-Wan struggled to
roll onto his front so he could pick himself up, shuddering a bit as
he did. That impact had been way to close to them and Obi-Wan had to
check on the clones to make sure everyone was alright.
“General! Are you alright?!”
“Yes! Just some internal damage!”
Obi-Wan coughed out then laughed when Cody started cursing, pushing
himself to his feet and stumbling towards the others, bolstering
himself with the Force.
It made it easier to get to them at
least and back to the front line even as he heard Cody curse even
louder at the sight of blood and one useless arm hanging at his side.
“Is that a broken arm!?”
“Just
a flesh wound Cody.”
“Tell that to your mates!”
()()()
The holoprojector was pining away and
Anakin scratched his stomach lazily as he let Padme handle it. It was
most likely for her anyhow, some senator or legislation stuff, so he
felt quite justified in luxuriating in bed for a few more moments,
snuggling her pillow.
“Hel-Obi-Wan! What happened!?”
That tone of voice got him out of bed
and rushing into the livingroom to see, cursing nine ways to hell at
the sight of their omega with his arm tied to his chest and what
Anakin knew was blood darkening his armor and tunic even in a blue
holo.
“Just a minor skirmish, a shell got
to close to our position and blew me off my feet.” Obi-Wan was
smiling at them but that did nothing to alivate Anakin’s worry as
he padded into view of the holo. “R2 is really amazing, I couldn’t
get through to the Council but I can get through to you two with
him.” He chuckled at them.
“Don’t give us that Obi-Wan, how
bad?” Anakin growled, hiding a bit of pleasure at Obi-Wan eyeing
him up from the holo.
“Hello to you too Anakin, right out
of bed?”
“I WAS lazing around a bit until I
heard Padme cry out. Now stop avoiding the subject, how badly off are
you?”
“Minor internal damage and a broken
arm.” Obi-Wan waved his hand.
“He collapsed a lung and broke his
arm enough for the tibia to stick out.” Cody’s voice came
somewhere off the holo, R2D2 clearly picking up on it.
“…Oh traitor. Padme, really, I’m
alright.” Obi-Wan cooed as the senator squirmed in agitation and
worry.
“Don’t give us that osik Obi-Wan.”
Anakin growled quietly. He was practically vibrating in place with
the need to bundle Obi-Wan into their bed and away from the galaxy.
“I’m not. Honestly, Helix is
wonderful and has looked to my needs. I only need to keep my arm
still for a few more hours and it should be fully functional.”
Obi-Wan assured them. “Honestly, I’m still a capable Jedi.”
“That’s not what we’re worried
about.” Padme offered quietly beside the blond. “And you know
that’s not what we’re worried about.”
Obi-Wan shuffled a bit, suddenly shy
looking and peering around before clearing his throat. “Yes, I-I
know, I just…ah, I saw Dooku actually.”
Anakin and Padme traded looks before
deciding it was easier to play along with Obi-Wan.
For now.
They’d be addressing those self doubt
issues of Obi-Wan…soon.
Just like Padme had been addressing
Anakin’s jealousy and possessiveness issues.
Hmm actually she’d need Obi-Wan’s
help in that.
“Okay, say we bite, you saw Dooku?”
“Yes he was less then impressed in my
choice of mates. Or rather one of them.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly
while Anakin drew a grimace and Padme covered up a small smile with
her hand.
“Oh gee, I wonder which one.”
Anakin offered sarcastically.
“Oh you’ll never guess.” Obi-Wan
twinkled back as Padme laughed quietly. “Something about to young,
unruly, ungentlemanly alpha mate.”
The blond grunted. “Did he say
anything about Padme?”
“He complimented me on getting in
with a Senator who’d be obliged to support me.” Obi-Wan tried for
a light tone.
“I would have supported you
regardless if you shared my bed or not Obi-Wan.” Oh Padme could
have strangled the count.
Back to that shy look of Obi-Wan. But
he was also smiling in pleasure at them.
“…I’m going to be trapped in bed
when I get home, aren’t I?”
“Yes. Or bunk if its Anakin who gets
to you first.”
“Oh.”
Anakin gave him a wide, toothy grin.
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of cuddles.”
“…Just not in view of everyone.”
Anakin laughed but nodded. “Not in
view of everyone.”
“Good now…put on a shirt Anakin!
That display is severely distracting!”
Well that was enough to put a smug
smile on the knight’s face before he got up to go find a shirt. Or
well, after he flexed.
“Anakin! Everyone can see you! I’m
in the middle of camp!”
“Hey, I’m sculpted like an ancient
love god, I deserve my praise.”
Padme laughed and pushed her husband
towards the bedroom before turning back to the holo. “Commander
Cody?”
“Yes Ma’m?” Came the dis-bodied
voice while Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.
“Look after my fool mate’s rear
would you? I’d prefer to have him back in one piece.”
“Of course Senator.”
“Padmeeeeeee.”
“Oh hush, it will do me some good to
know you’re being looked after. Now!” She clapped her hands
together. “What’s going on in the temple?”
“Well outside of the human omegas, no
one else was really effected though quite a few mates ended up being
at the temple to look after their mates. There were some…bonding
happening. Quite a few. We are still investigating what happened but
so far we have at least four sliced medical droids who have tampered
with suppressors and scent blockers. The Jedi on the case, none
omega, beta or alphas, are trying to slice into them to figure out if
there’s more. There is some…worry about birth controls.”
Obi-Wan shifted.
Padme narrowed her eyes at him.
“Obi-Wan, are you worried about yours?”
“…A bit. A war is not an ideal time
to bring a child into the galaxy.”
“Did you…”
Obi-Wan looked down then back at her.
“I didn’t think about it until Mace bought it up. I was riding
the high of…of you two having looked after me if I’m honest.”
Padme smiled softly at that. Obi-Wan had been so sweet, snuggling in
close, desperately wanting their attention at times yet being unsure
about asking for it.
“Just keep an eye on yourself,
alright Obi-Wan?” She offered softly. “For now its nothing, but
if something happens…we’ll handle it. Alright sweet one?”
Obi-Wan colored sharply. “Padme
everyone can hear you!”
There were a few sniggers.
“Well good. Everyone should know
you’re loved.” She huffed then smiled. “Come back as soon as
you can Obi-Wan.”
“Yes Padme, I will.” He was clearly
still blushing but he was smiling at her.
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