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Mawahahahaha!!!!!! Yes, give me all the ObiAniDala!!! ALL OF IT!!! So how does the press take Chancellor Padme being in a relationship with 2 JEDI in InPlainSight? Are they going to go public as Sith, Darksiders, what exactly do they qualify as anyway, now that Anakin is an apprentice again?

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They are his.

He wasn’t joking when he told them
both he was never going to let go of them if they took him to their
bedroom.

“I can’t cover up these marks
Obi-Wan!” Padme hissed, trying desperately to cover up the hickies
on her neck before throwing him a glare in the mirror, the dark color
peeking out even through her makeup.

If she had the same makeup she did as a
queen then perhaps but still!

Obi-Wan just shrugged, unrepentant.
“High collars?”

“Ugh, yes.” She sighed and then
turned to her wardrobe. “Is Anakin awake?”

“Let me check.” Obi-Wan turned and
pinched the blonds butt, promptly gaining a yelp and Anakin falling
off the bed, blinking at both with wide blue eyes. “Yes, he’s
awake.” Obi-Wan smirked.

“I am now! Obi-Wan!” Anakin
groaned, rubbing his back as he stood up. “Hey, don’t laugh at
me!” He pouted at Padme who was giggling at the wardrobe.

“If he gives me hickies I can’t
cover with makeup with how deep they are, you can tolerate having
your bum pinched Ani love.”

Obi-Wan crawled towards him on the bed,
eyes lighting up as he wrapped his arms around the others waist and
rubbed his face against the sensitive skin, giving the bite marks on
the jut of the hip a little lick. “Beside, you quite enjoyed my
attention there last night.” He grinned up at the blond.

“…Yeah well that was different.”
Anakin grinned sheepishly.

“Oh~?” Obi-Wan purred.

“…Oh you’re such an evil thing.”
The knight shoved the sith into the sheets and crawled on top of him,
pinning him to the fancy sheets, pressing kisses along Obi-Wan’s
neck.

“Gentlemen, as pleasing as this sight
is, we have work today.” Padme offered sternly though she was
grinning.

“Five minutes for a handy?”

“Anakin!”

Obi-Wan laughed in delight and ran his
nails down Anakin’s sides, feeling the other shiver on top.

And then he blinked when Anakin drew
back to look at him considering, the blonds head tilted with a
mischievous sparkle going through blue eyes.

“What?”

“Padme, wouldn’t Obi-Wan look
lovely with a collar?” Anakin chirped and Padme almost dropped her
earrings in surprise as she looked over at them from her vanity table
before her eyes turned considering too, dropping to the pale neck of
the older man.

Obi-Wan practically felt his brows
leave his face at the implication and then tilted his head to look at
Padme. “I am very sure I never introduced him to that kind of
concept.”

“There are different ways to own
someone.” Padme shrugged a bit, giving him a wide toothed grin
while Anakin leaned in to nuzzle at Obi-Wan’s neck. “Never
thought he’d take those ideas to heart though, considering it all.”

“Owning someone doesn’t have to be
bad.” Anakin mumbled into Obi-Wan’s neck, loud enough to be heard
by both. “Owning doesn’t mean slavery and pain, it can mean
belonging, it can mean safety.”

“And if I let you both own me
Anakin?” Obi-Wan teased his fingers through the others hair.
“Because I told you, you both belong to me too now.”

For someone who wanted to be wanted
that was not a threat but a promise and Anakin gave a full body
shiver before kissing the other deeply, pushing him to the sheets
again.

“I’ll
think about it Anakin.” Obi-Wan pushed the other up to give him a
smaller kiss. “But for now Padme is right, we have duties and I
can’t let anyone catch onto what I really am. I have a role to
play.” He slid out of bed and stretched slowly, both of his younger
lovers watching how the sun played on pale freckled skin covered in
their marks. “And unlike you, I have to play it a lot safer.”

“Hey,
what do you mean by that?” Anakin wrinkled his nose, sitting on the
edge of the bed since both his lovers were getting up.

“I
mean do you really think the council doesn’t know?” Obi-Wan threw
him a long look. “The air cars passes both in level and above the
terrace you two snog on. The big, wide open terrace.” He shook his
head and went to the bathroom to get a flannel to clean up. “Really.
Discretion will have to be my game until I’m ready.”

“Wait,
what do you mean the council knows!?”

“OPEN
TERRACE ANAKIN! Honestly! At least Padme tries to be discreet, people
can see you two from that terrace, Force even Mace saw you two.”
Came
the reply, half tinged with exasperation and half with amusement.

Padme
gave Anakin a small smirk.

Anakin
grumbled then watched both of them get dressed, feeling lazy as he
did, watching how for each layer Obi-Wan seemed to go back to Master
Kenobi.

By
the time Anakin felt awake enough to dress himself, Obi-Wan looked
ready for a council meeting.

“I’ll
see you both later. Mace had something he wanted to talk to me about,
Ventress I think.” The others eyes flashed yellow for a few seconds
before he seemed to get smaller in Anakin’s eyes as
he went back to Master Kenobi.
Obi-Wan gave both brief, chaste kisses and then headed for the doors,
seemingly vanishing before he even reached the door.

“…Okay
did my eyes stop working there for a moment?” Padme blinked.

“If
they did, so did mine.” Anakin stared at the door that shut behind
what he knew was Obi-Wan. “…Gotta have to ask him how he does
that.”

Can we get a little Sith! Omega Obi-Wan telling his mate Sith! Alpha Anakin that he’s pregnant? Just cute Sith Fluff.

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Tapping his fingers on his hips,
Obi-Wan stared at the test on the counter with a small frown. He was
sure he had taken his birth control, he was sure that Anakin had
always worn condoms and he was sure that those damn condoms were
coated in spermicide.

One heat wasn’t going to ruin it, one
heat without condoms wasn’t going to…and he took his birth
control for it.

‘Calm down Obi-Wan. Its most
certainly nothing, you’ve done your part and its not like you’re
hyper fertile or anything.’ He took a deep breath, trying not to
slump at the thought. Being pregnant right now would be a horrible
idea anyhow.

He was an omega in his early forties,
even with a longer then average lifespan, that didn’t extend to his
body’s fertility.

And that was for the best.

Really.

They needed to stay one step ahead of
Sidious and the Jedi Order.

A baby would only make everything so
much harder.

“Force I need tea…or perhaps
brandy.” Obi-Wan mumbled, running his hand over his face and
sighing deeply. “Yeah, brandy. This is silly, of course I’m not
pre-”

A beep.

Obi-Wan froze, hand pressed to his face
covering his eyes as he took a stuttering breath, nerves suddenly
peaking.

“…Its just going to be one
line…of course I’m not…” He slowly peeked between his
fingers.

Two black lines shone up at him and
Obi-Wan breathed out in shock, staring.

A well of mixed emotions threatened to
pull him under before Obi-Wan picked up the test and dropped it in
the trash and washed his hands again after touching the test.

‘…I need to tell Anakin.’ So many
plans would need to be reconsidered, so many things to change.

Slipping back into the apartment, he
settled down on his meditation mat to figure out what he was feeling.

Angry?

Oh yes, this was not the best time for
a baby and he was angry at his nature, at himself, at Anakin for not
taking enough precaution during his heat.

Sad?

Yes. What if he lost the baby, what if
he got punched by some Jedi or if Sidious figured out they were
working against him?

Happy?

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and brushed his
fingers against his stomach, feeling sun against his back telling him
that it was about to go down.

Yes he was happy too. He had wanted a
baby for a long time, his and Anakin’s.

And here it was.

He felt his lips quirk slowly and
looked up when the door swished open, watching Anakin step into the
apartment while arguing with R2D2.

“I know what I said but Padme told
you that she was too far away! She needed C3PO, I can’t help it if
he’s that far away!” The alpha growled before focusing on Obi-Wan
on the meditation mat, his face melting into confusion when he saw
his mate. “Obi-Wan?” He walked over to him, leaving R2D2 behind.

Kneeling down in front of his mate he
leaned in and gave him a little nuzzle, feeling the others beard
tickling at his face as he did. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered, gently
prompting at his mate.

Slowly reaching out, Obi-Wan took the
others hands in his, squeezing them gently to sooth the worried
expression from his face before placing the others hands against his
stomach.

Anakin blinked at that before glancing
down at the still flat planes of his omegas stomach, a confused frown
slowly turning into a shocked gape. “Noooo…really?” He
whispered, face turning delighted as he shifted even closer, knees
brushing against each others as he leaned in, hands gently prodding
as if he could feel what Obi-Wan was wordlessly implying.

“I took a test. It came out
positive.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin gave a breathy little laugh,
stroking gently over the fabric covered stomach before he paled.
“Sidious can’t know.” He whispered harshly, as if scared the
man could hear them. “And you are going no where near any Jedi, do
you hear me?” He shifted until he could drag Obi-Wan into his lap,
the older man going willingly.

“I know, I know…I can’t promise
on the latter but Sidious will not know from me.” He ducked in and
kissed the other sweetly on the lips. “Are…are you happy with
me?” He whispered.

“Its a stang time but yes.” Anakin
grinned, arms tight around his mate, yellow eyes sparkling. “I’ll
make sure no Jedi gets close to you.” He whispered and drew the
other into a soft, tender kiss that had Obi-Wan melting, hands
fisting into the tunics of his lover.

‘Thank the Force.’ He sighed
happily into the others lips.

Can we get a little Sith! Omega Obi-Wan telling his mate Sith! Alpha Anakin that he’s pregnant? Just cute Sith Fluff.

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Tapping his fingers on his hips,
Obi-Wan stared at the test on the counter with a small frown. He was
sure he had taken his birth control, he was sure that Anakin had
always worn condoms and he was sure that those damn condoms were
coated in spermicide.

One heat wasn’t going to ruin it, one
heat without condoms wasn’t going to…and he took his birth
control for it.

‘Calm down Obi-Wan. Its most
certainly nothing, you’ve done your part and its not like you’re
hyper fertile or anything.’ He took a deep breath, trying not to
slump at the thought. Being pregnant right now would be a horrible
idea anyhow.

He was an omega in his early forties,
even with a longer then average lifespan, that didn’t extend to his
body’s fertility.

And that was for the best.

Really.

They needed to stay one step ahead of
Sidious and the Jedi Order.

A baby would only make everything so
much harder.

“Force I need tea…or perhaps
brandy.” Obi-Wan mumbled, running his hand over his face and
sighing deeply. “Yeah, brandy. This is silly, of course I’m not
pre-”

A beep.

Obi-Wan froze, hand pressed to his face
covering his eyes as he took a stuttering breath, nerves suddenly
peaking.

“…Its just going to be one
line…of course I’m not…” He slowly peeked between his
fingers.

Two black lines shone up at him and
Obi-Wan breathed out in shock, staring.

A well of mixed emotions threatened to
pull him under before Obi-Wan picked up the test and dropped it in
the trash and washed his hands again after touching the test.

‘…I need to tell Anakin.’ So many
plans would need to be reconsidered, so many things to change.

Slipping back into the apartment, he
settled down on his meditation mat to figure out what he was feeling.

Angry?

Oh yes, this was not the best time for
a baby and he was angry at his nature, at himself, at Anakin for not
taking enough precaution during his heat.

Sad?

Yes. What if he lost the baby, what if
he got punched by some Jedi or if Sidious figured out they were
working against him?

Happy?

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and brushed his
fingers against his stomach, feeling sun against his back telling him
that it was about to go down.

Yes he was happy too. He had wanted a
baby for a long time, his and Anakin’s.

And here it was.

He felt his lips quirk slowly and
looked up when the door swished open, watching Anakin step into the
apartment while arguing with R2D2.

“I know what I said but Padme told
you that she was too far away! She needed C3PO, I can’t help it if
he’s that far away!” The alpha growled before focusing on Obi-Wan
on the meditation mat, his face melting into confusion when he saw
his mate. “Obi-Wan?” He walked over to him, leaving R2D2 behind.

Kneeling down in front of his mate he
leaned in and gave him a little nuzzle, feeling the others beard
tickling at his face as he did. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered, gently
prompting at his mate.

Slowly reaching out, Obi-Wan took the
others hands in his, squeezing them gently to sooth the worried
expression from his face before placing the others hands against his
stomach.

Anakin blinked at that before glancing
down at the still flat planes of his omegas stomach, a confused frown
slowly turning into a shocked gape. “Noooo…really?” He
whispered, face turning delighted as he shifted even closer, knees
brushing against each others as he leaned in, hands gently prodding
as if he could feel what Obi-Wan was wordlessly implying.

“I took a test. It came out
positive.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin gave a breathy little laugh,
stroking gently over the fabric covered stomach before he paled.
“Sidious can’t know.” He whispered harshly, as if scared the
man could hear them. “And you are going no where near any Jedi, do
you hear me?” He shifted until he could drag Obi-Wan into his lap,
the older man going willingly.

“I know, I know…I can’t promise
on the latter but Sidious will not know from me.” He ducked in and
kissed the other sweetly on the lips. “Are…are you happy with
me?” He whispered.

“Its a stang time but yes.” Anakin
grinned, arms tight around his mate, yellow eyes sparkling. “I’ll
make sure no Jedi gets close to you.” He whispered and drew the
other into a soft, tender kiss that had Obi-Wan melting, hands
fisting into the tunics of his lover.

‘Thank the Force.’ He sighed
happily into the others lips.

Yay Obiandala! How does that develop in the Sith in Plain Sight world? Because so far it’s only implied, not happening, I want some happening!

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Watching Obi-Wan rest on her couch,
Padme frowned lightly and reached out, brushing copper hair behind
the Jedi master’s ear. “…Has he always looked this tired?”
She looked to Anakin who was examining the layout of the Senate and
Chancellor apartment.

“Huh?” He blinked then looked at
Obi-Wan. “Oh…um… I think so, yeah. I mean… perhaps not as
tired as this.” The Jedi knight got up and moved over slowly,
settling beside Padme on the floor as Obi-Wan continued to sleep.
“…I think the war has been dragging him out along with trying to
get revenge and hiding.” He confessed.

“The bags under his eyes are so
pronounced he almost looks bruised Anakin. How can the council send
him out like this?” Padme frowned a bit.

“Because he’s the Negotiator and he
never says no to work.” Anakin sighed. “And he wants revenge. I’m
wondering if he’s agreed to so many missions in an attempt to find
evidence or something.” He rubbed the back of his neck before
smiling slightly. “He’s still kriffing pretty though.”

The Senator gave a small snort but
nodded. “He’s always been pretty Anakin. I knew that when I was
fourteen even if you were to small to see it.” She teased.

“Oh lay off, I was nine and he was a
scary Jedi who didn’t seem to like me.” Anakin grinned before
reaching out and gently stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I thought he
was pretty when I was thirteen though.”

Padme bit her lips, watching her
husband touch the redhead with obvious affection. “…Do you think
he’d be open to…I mean…You know.” She rolled her shoulders.

“I don’t know. Before all of this
I’d say no but now? Force I honestly don’t know what he would say
if we approached him.” The Jedi mulled.

“…I think he loved Qui-Gon.” The
brunette whispered.

“I think that’s blatantly obvious
by now.” Anakin sighed. “I also think it was one sided. I can’t
imagine how that must have been for him…loving and not being loved
in return.”

“It burned like lit coals that I had
to swallow.” Obi-Wan suddenly offered, voice sleep roughed. “And
I did it with a smile on my mouth because he was alive and that was
all that mattered to me.” He opened his eyes, shining honey amber
meeting theirs as he pushed himself up on an elbow before he surged
forward, meeting first Padme’s lips in a harsh kiss and then
reaching out with his free hand and dragging Anakin into an equally
harsh one.

He pulled away before either had the
chance to respond, leaving both stunned and wide eyed.

“I warn you both now.” He
whispered, voice both deep and haunting. “I am possessive, I burn
from the inside out with passion and I will never let either of you
go if you ask this off me. I will guard what is mine as fiercely as a
krayt dragon guards her den and her eggs.” Obi-Wan’s eyes shone,
flickering between them. “So before you do anything else, consider
if that really is something you can both carry.”

Anakin was gaping rather unattractively
at his former master but Padme just snorted and stood, grasping
Obi-Wan’s hand and tugging on it. “I’ve dealt with Anakin’s
jealousness and possessiveness for years, I can certainly handle
yours.” She offered primly.

Anakin spluttered even as Obi-Wan
slowly followed the grasp of her hand.

“Be very certain. It won’t be
healthy, I am not healthy for either of you.” The hidden sith
warned once again only to make a low noise when Anakin stood and took
his other hand.

“You don’t know that. What if I
want to be owned by you Obi-Wan?” Anakin countered before lowering
his voice. “What if I want to own you?”

Both of them were pulling Obi-Wan by
the hand, step by step.

“You two have no idea what you’re
starting. This could burn everything down around our ears.” Obi-Wan
whispered but he wasn’t actually protesting as he followed them,
step for step to their bedroom.

“You won’t let it burn.” Anakin
murmured, hand tight on Obi-Wan’s.

“And I won’t let it burn.” Padme
offered.

Brilliant Padme with her quick mind and
clever eyes who had agreed to Obi-Wan’s ideas.

Wonderful and protective Anakin who had
knelt for Obi-Wan and promised him not to abandon him.

Beautiful Anakin and Padme who were
offering him all he had wanted for several years.

Obi-Wan glanced over their shoulders at
the waiting bed, large and inviting before he looked at them, eyes
lighting up in predatory desire before he pushed both back towards
it.

“You’re both mine.”

Their
hands tightened on his.

“As
long as you are ours Obi-Wan.” Padme countered just as strongly.

“And
we’re not letting go of you either.” Anakin promised as they
pulled him into the bed, Obi-Wan breathing out in surprise as his
feet crossed the threshold.

Yay Obiandala! How does that develop in the Sith in Plain Sight world? Because so far it’s only implied, not happening, I want some happening!

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Watching Obi-Wan rest on her couch,
Padme frowned lightly and reached out, brushing copper hair behind
the Jedi master’s ear. “…Has he always looked this tired?”
She looked to Anakin who was examining the layout of the Senate and
Chancellor apartment.

“Huh?” He blinked then looked at
Obi-Wan. “Oh…um… I think so, yeah. I mean… perhaps not as
tired as this.” The Jedi knight got up and moved over slowly,
settling beside Padme on the floor as Obi-Wan continued to sleep.
“…I think the war has been dragging him out along with trying to
get revenge and hiding.” He confessed.

“The bags under his eyes are so
pronounced he almost looks bruised Anakin. How can the council send
him out like this?” Padme frowned a bit.

“Because he’s the Negotiator and he
never says no to work.” Anakin sighed. “And he wants revenge. I’m
wondering if he’s agreed to so many missions in an attempt to find
evidence or something.” He rubbed the back of his neck before
smiling slightly. “He’s still kriffing pretty though.”

The Senator gave a small snort but
nodded. “He’s always been pretty Anakin. I knew that when I was
fourteen even if you were to small to see it.” She teased.

“Oh lay off, I was nine and he was a
scary Jedi who didn’t seem to like me.” Anakin grinned before
reaching out and gently stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I thought he
was pretty when I was thirteen though.”

Padme bit her lips, watching her
husband touch the redhead with obvious affection. “…Do you think
he’d be open to…I mean…You know.” She rolled her shoulders.

“I don’t know. Before all of this
I’d say no but now? Force I honestly don’t know what he would say
if we approached him.” The Jedi mulled.

“…I think he loved Qui-Gon.” The
brunette whispered.

“I think that’s blatantly obvious
by now.” Anakin sighed. “I also think it was one sided. I can’t
imagine how that must have been for him…loving and not being loved
in return.”

“It burned like lit coals that I had
to swallow.” Obi-Wan suddenly offered, voice sleep roughed. “And
I did it with a smile on my mouth because he was alive and that was
all that mattered to me.” He opened his eyes, shining honey amber
meeting theirs as he pushed himself up on an elbow before he surged
forward, meeting first Padme’s lips in a harsh kiss and then
reaching out with his free hand and dragging Anakin into an equally
harsh one.

He pulled away before either had the
chance to respond, leaving both stunned and wide eyed.

“I warn you both now.” He
whispered, voice both deep and haunting. “I am possessive, I burn
from the inside out with passion and I will never let either of you
go if you ask this off me. I will guard what is mine as fiercely as a
krayt dragon guards her den and her eggs.” Obi-Wan’s eyes shone,
flickering between them. “So before you do anything else, consider
if that really is something you can both carry.”

Anakin was gaping rather unattractively
at his former master but Padme just snorted and stood, grasping
Obi-Wan’s hand and tugging on it. “I’ve dealt with Anakin’s
jealousness and possessiveness for years, I can certainly handle
yours.” She offered primly.

Anakin spluttered even as Obi-Wan
slowly followed the grasp of her hand.

“Be very certain. It won’t be
healthy, I am not healthy for either of you.” The hidden sith
warned once again only to make a low noise when Anakin stood and took
his other hand.

“You don’t know that. What if I
want to be owned by you Obi-Wan?” Anakin countered before lowering
his voice. “What if I want to own you?”

Both of them were pulling Obi-Wan by
the hand, step by step.

“You two have no idea what you’re
starting. This could burn everything down around our ears.” Obi-Wan
whispered but he wasn’t actually protesting as he followed them,
step for step to their bedroom.

“You won’t let it burn.” Anakin
murmured, hand tight on Obi-Wan’s.

“And I won’t let it burn.” Padme
offered.

Brilliant Padme with her quick mind and
clever eyes who had agreed to Obi-Wan’s ideas.

Wonderful and protective Anakin who had
knelt for Obi-Wan and promised him not to abandon him.

Beautiful Anakin and Padme who were
offering him all he had wanted for several years.

Obi-Wan glanced over their shoulders at
the waiting bed, large and inviting before he looked at them, eyes
lighting up in predatory desire before he pushed both back towards
it.

“You’re both mine.”

Their
hands tightened on his.

“As
long as you are ours Obi-Wan.” Padme countered just as strongly.

“And
we’re not letting go of you either.” Anakin promised as they
pulled him into the bed, Obi-Wan breathing out in surprise as his
feet crossed the threshold.

I love the idea of a sith in plain sight Obi!! Is Palpatine aware of another sith? How would they convince Padme to go along? Sith aniobidala is such a powerhouse!

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“The Senate has
been corrupt for a long time.” Obi-Wan sat on the window sill,
staring out at the dome. “You know this as well as I do Padme. I’m
not suggesting ripping it up by the roots but there needs to be a
change.” He breathed out through his nose and turned his head
towards her.

It had taken
Anakin days to convince his master, days to get him to agree to be
honest with Padme. Eventually Obi-Wan had given in which had lead to
this moment in Padme’s apartment with Obi-Wan once again sitting in
a window sill as he confessed the fires that burned in him and the
corruption he saw and felt.

“The Senate you
thought you served for the best of the Republic…has never existed
Padme for as long as you’ve been there.” Obi-Wan eyes were full
of apology. “It was dying before Valorum was deposed and it died on
the day Palpatine got the seat of Chancellor.” At the mans name,
Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered yellow before he looked back at the dome.
“…I know you don’t want to believe me but that’s the truth.”

Anakin looked
worriedly at his Master, feeling how closed off the other was,
emotions shielded and bundled tight beneath those powerful shields.
And then he looked to his wife who had her hands fisted into her
dress, staring at her knees with her lips pinched together.

“…I know.”

Obi-Wan looked
back quickly at that, eyes widening a bit before he gave a small
laugh. “Of course you do…clever Padme, made of fire and passion,
as yielding as bamboo in the wind yet every bit as stubborn and
strong.” He let the back of his head drop to the sill. “You’re
not even asking me for evidence.”

“…The Senate
is plenty of evidence.”

Anakin could feel
his shoulders relax before he moved further into the room and sat
down by Padme. “Then…what do we do?”

“Remove the
snakes head.” Obi-Wan rested his hands on his thighs. “After all,
when a Sith master sits at the helm of the shuttle and directs it, of
course war will not be won.”

“At the
he-Obi-Wan are you implying that Pal-”

“I hid in plain
sight for close to ten years Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice was a mere
whisper. “And I’m not as powerful or as well trained as he is. He
had many years to make his disguise, the kindly old man.” His lips
twisted. “The spider in his net.” Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered
yellow again and he glanced at Anakin, the green turning a solid
yellow. “And he wants you.”

Swallowing, Anakin
looked at Padme who took him by the arm, eyes wide with worry for her
husband as Obi-Wan watched them.

“…You lure
more flies with honey though. If you’re willing to play bait
Anakin… though I will not ask you of it.” Obi-Wan finally got up,
the rays of the sun in his hair as he moved to them before he knelt
down, resting a hand on each of theirs knee.

Padme stared at
him, this man who she thought was the ultimate Jedi with yellowed
eyes looking at them with desperation. “Say I agree…” She
whispered. “What happens?”

“The senate
needs to be tamed.” Here Obi-Wan lifted his hand of her knee,
holding up his hand until she rested hers in it. “And a strong hand
to hold it in check. I remember a Queen made of fire and passion, who
lead her people into prosperity with love and adoration. I would see
you at the helm of the Republic, Chancellor, Empress,
Queen…whatever title it is, I would see you there Padme Naberrie
Amidala.”

He turned from her
brown eyes to Anakin’s blue. “And a guard to watch your back that
you know would never betray you or your confidence.” He lifted the
hand he had on Anakin’s knee and repeated his gesture, open palm
until Anakin placed his hand into Obi-Wan’s, much quicker then
Padme had. “Someone trained and skilled and true and blue and…”
Obi-Wan smiled up at him, yellow fading from his eyes to leave behind
evergreen. “And that’s you Anakin Skywalker, Jedi and husband to
whatever title you take Padme.”

He pressed their
hands together, Padme’s to Anakin’s with his cupping both of
theirs. “And all I ask for in return is a chance for revenge for
what Palpatine took from me.” He whispered, voice imploring.

They both stared
at Obi-Wan on his knees in front of them.

“…Does he know
about you?” Padme whispered.

“I am the
consummate actor and the ultimate Jedi.” Obi-Wan chuckled, his
voice almost meek. “No. He thinks he has everyone tricked. He
thinks the webs of manipulation he has tried to spread in Anakin’s
mind are working. They aren’t, I’ve always protected Anakin and
I’ve protected you since Geonosis Padme. He knows not and he won’t
learn it until it is to late and I have my revenge.”

The two lovers
traded looks over Obi-Wan’s head and Padme could see the answer in
Anakin’s eyes already, he was just waiting on her, not wanting to
go forward without her.

“…Chancellor
Amidala has a certain ring to it.” She whispered and then smiled
when Obi-Wan slumped his head forward to rest on their thighs, still
holding tightly onto their hands.

Anakin curled his free
hand up to brush his fingers through the hairs at Obi-Wan’s nap
with his free hand. “Now we just need a plan how to do this.”

I love the idea of a sith in plain sight Obi!! Is Palpatine aware of another sith? How would they convince Padme to go along? Sith aniobidala is such a powerhouse!

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“The Senate has
been corrupt for a long time.” Obi-Wan sat on the window sill,
staring out at the dome. “You know this as well as I do Padme. I’m
not suggesting ripping it up by the roots but there needs to be a
change.” He breathed out through his nose and turned his head
towards her.

It had taken
Anakin days to convince his master, days to get him to agree to be
honest with Padme. Eventually Obi-Wan had given in which had lead to
this moment in Padme’s apartment with Obi-Wan once again sitting in
a window sill as he confessed the fires that burned in him and the
corruption he saw and felt.

“The Senate you
thought you served for the best of the Republic…has never existed
Padme for as long as you’ve been there.” Obi-Wan eyes were full
of apology. “It was dying before Valorum was deposed and it died on
the day Palpatine got the seat of Chancellor.” At the mans name,
Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered yellow before he looked back at the dome.
“…I know you don’t want to believe me but that’s the truth.”

Anakin looked
worriedly at his Master, feeling how closed off the other was,
emotions shielded and bundled tight beneath those powerful shields.
And then he looked to his wife who had her hands fisted into her
dress, staring at her knees with her lips pinched together.

“…I know.”

Obi-Wan looked
back quickly at that, eyes widening a bit before he gave a small
laugh. “Of course you do…clever Padme, made of fire and passion,
as yielding as bamboo in the wind yet every bit as stubborn and
strong.” He let the back of his head drop to the sill. “You’re
not even asking me for evidence.”

“…The Senate
is plenty of evidence.”

Anakin could feel
his shoulders relax before he moved further into the room and sat
down by Padme. “Then…what do we do?”

“Remove the
snakes head.” Obi-Wan rested his hands on his thighs. “After all,
when a Sith master sits at the helm of the shuttle and directs it, of
course war will not be won.”

“At the
he-Obi-Wan are you implying that Pal-”

“I hid in plain
sight for close to ten years Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice was a mere
whisper. “And I’m not as powerful or as well trained as he is. He
had many years to make his disguise, the kindly old man.” His lips
twisted. “The spider in his net.” Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered
yellow again and he glanced at Anakin, the green turning a solid
yellow. “And he wants you.”

Swallowing, Anakin
looked at Padme who took him by the arm, eyes wide with worry for her
husband as Obi-Wan watched them.

“…You lure
more flies with honey though. If you’re willing to play bait
Anakin… though I will not ask you of it.” Obi-Wan finally got up,
the rays of the sun in his hair as he moved to them before he knelt
down, resting a hand on each of theirs knee.

Padme stared at
him, this man who she thought was the ultimate Jedi with yellowed
eyes looking at them with desperation. “Say I agree…” She
whispered. “What happens?”

“The senate
needs to be tamed.” Here Obi-Wan lifted his hand of her knee,
holding up his hand until she rested hers in it. “And a strong hand
to hold it in check. I remember a Queen made of fire and passion, who
lead her people into prosperity with love and adoration. I would see
you at the helm of the Republic, Chancellor, Empress,
Queen…whatever title it is, I would see you there Padme Naberrie
Amidala.”

He turned from her
brown eyes to Anakin’s blue. “And a guard to watch your back that
you know would never betray you or your confidence.” He lifted the
hand he had on Anakin’s knee and repeated his gesture, open palm
until Anakin placed his hand into Obi-Wan’s, much quicker then
Padme had. “Someone trained and skilled and true and blue and…”
Obi-Wan smiled up at him, yellow fading from his eyes to leave behind
evergreen. “And that’s you Anakin Skywalker, Jedi and husband to
whatever title you take Padme.”

He pressed their
hands together, Padme’s to Anakin’s with his cupping both of
theirs. “And all I ask for in return is a chance for revenge for
what Palpatine took from me.” He whispered, voice imploring.

They both stared
at Obi-Wan on his knees in front of them.

“…Does he know
about you?” Padme whispered.

“I am the
consummate actor and the ultimate Jedi.” Obi-Wan chuckled, his
voice almost meek. “No. He thinks he has everyone tricked. He
thinks the webs of manipulation he has tried to spread in Anakin’s
mind are working. They aren’t, I’ve always protected Anakin and
I’ve protected you since Geonosis Padme. He knows not and he won’t
learn it until it is to late and I have my revenge.”

The two lovers
traded looks over Obi-Wan’s head and Padme could see the answer in
Anakin’s eyes already, he was just waiting on her, not wanting to
go forward without her.

“…Chancellor
Amidala has a certain ring to it.” She whispered and then smiled
when Obi-Wan slumped his head forward to rest on their thighs, still
holding tightly onto their hands.

Anakin curled his free
hand up to brush his fingers through the hairs at Obi-Wan’s nap
with his free hand. “Now we just need a plan how to do this.”

I am addicted to your stories! :) could you do a botanicals where Obi-Wan is a secret Sith trying to bring down Sidious for getting Qui-gonna killed and trying to take away Anakin from him? Seducing Anakin and Padme to his way of thinking, and also maybe to bed as the Clone Wars rage on

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A flicker of
yellow, so quick one could dismiss it as the light alone in the
Chancellor’s office.

But Anakin had
seen the eyes of Sith on battlefield, he knew what he had seen and
felt a sudden chill inside his own bones.

Obi-Wan’s eyes
had flickered yellow.

Yellow like a
sith.

Like Ventress.

Like Dooku.

Kriff.

()()()

“…After
Qui-Gon’s death, I struggled.” Obi-Wan offered after a few
moments, still sitting in the window with a cup in his hand, steam
rising slowly from it as he watched Coruscant’s skyline and the
hovercars. “The Force was screaming around me even as I trained
you.” He took a small sip. “But I had promised him that I would
train you and I needed you as much to get out of bed those first few
months. Still the Force screamed around me past my serene mask and
blank expressions.” His lips quirked a bit.

Anakin hesitated
by the door still before slowly moving further into the room.
“…When?”

Not looking away
from the skyline, Obi-Wan gave a low hum, recognizing the question
for what it was. “Do you remember the mission we took to Iuna? The
little moon with all those bars and smugglers. You were…Force, only
eleven I think.” He shook his head. “No place for a child, even a
Jedi one with your background but that was where our mission lead
us.”

“…Barely, I
took a head injury so some of the mission were…fuzzy at best. A
learning experience though.” The knight admitted.

Obi-Wan gave a
low, amused chuckle. “Indeed. Do you remember I had to leave you
alone for a full day to avoid leading the smugglers back to where you
were?”

“Yeah, I spent
the day in the motel room, working on a droid the motel owners had
that was defect and hoping you were safe.” Anakin settled his hands
on the back of the couch, keeping his distance from the other out of
wariness.

Though he didn’t
think Obi-Wan would hurt him.

“I went through
the smugglers own den at the time. And among their things…the Force
stopped screaming and instead directed me.” The redhead took a
little sip.

“…It screamed
at you for a year?”

“Oh yes,
sometimes I wondered if I’d go mad before you left my care with how
it sounded.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

“…Why did it
stop screaming then?” Anakin’s pulse was racing.

“…Because the
smugglers had a holocron, a holocron the Force intended for me.”
Obi-Wan finally looked at him, eyes sparkling between green and
yellow. “A sith holocron. I didn’t accept it to begin with…it
took a year before I gave in.”

Anakin’s hands
tensed on the couch. “…What are you going to do?”

“…I’m going
to hunt down the Sith Master and slay him in his place.” Obi-Wan
stood slowly, watching Anakin as he placed his cup on the window
sill. “I will hunt him down to his last breath and he will choke on
his own blood just like his apprentice had Qui-Gon do. I will grind
his legacy into the dust and I will evaporate his name from the Sith
lines. I will see his corpse burn and leave no temple he can be
entombed in, his spirit will never be given the rest.”

Vicious yellow
stared at Anakin and Anakin had a moment to think of the other ready
like a viper, to strike if needed.

For a moment he
also thought about running for the door, to warn the council.

But what had the
council done for him?

Compared to the
man in front of him who had sheltered Anakin, had cared for him and
taught him. This man who was looking for revenge for someone he had
adored.

A Tattoine night
flashed in Anakin’s mind, his saber in hand as he cut through a
camp.

He knew what it
was like to want revenge.

Slowly he
unclenched his hand from the fabric and moved around it, never taking
his eyes from Obi-Wan’s despite wanting to look away from burning
yellow. ‘Like molting lava…’ He thought as he moved until he
was a handspan from the other man.

Slowly he sunk to
his knee in front of the other.

“…Where
there’s a Kenobi, there’s a Skywalker, isn’t that how it
works?” He smiled up at Obi-Wan who stared at him in turn.

Then Obi-Wan
dropped to his knees in front of the other and dragged him into a
desperate hug, clinging to him with trembling shoulders. Anakin
returned the hug, cupping the back of the others head with care. “Its
alright, you’re not alone. Not anymore. Never again.”

I am addicted to your stories! :) could you do a botanicals where Obi-Wan is a secret Sith trying to bring down Sidious for getting Qui-gonna killed and trying to take away Anakin from him? Seducing Anakin and Padme to his way of thinking, and also maybe to bed as the Clone Wars rage on

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A flicker of
yellow, so quick one could dismiss it as the light alone in the
Chancellor’s office.

But Anakin had
seen the eyes of Sith on battlefield, he knew what he had seen and
felt a sudden chill inside his own bones.

Obi-Wan’s eyes
had flickered yellow.

Yellow like a
sith.

Like Ventress.

Like Dooku.

Kriff.

()()()

“…After
Qui-Gon’s death, I struggled.” Obi-Wan offered after a few
moments, still sitting in the window with a cup in his hand, steam
rising slowly from it as he watched Coruscant’s skyline and the
hovercars. “The Force was screaming around me even as I trained
you.” He took a small sip. “But I had promised him that I would
train you and I needed you as much to get out of bed those first few
months. Still the Force screamed around me past my serene mask and
blank expressions.” His lips quirked a bit.

Anakin hesitated
by the door still before slowly moving further into the room.
“…When?”

Not looking away
from the skyline, Obi-Wan gave a low hum, recognizing the question
for what it was. “Do you remember the mission we took to Iuna? The
little moon with all those bars and smugglers. You were…Force, only
eleven I think.” He shook his head. “No place for a child, even a
Jedi one with your background but that was where our mission lead
us.”

“…Barely, I
took a head injury so some of the mission were…fuzzy at best. A
learning experience though.” The knight admitted.

Obi-Wan gave a
low, amused chuckle. “Indeed. Do you remember I had to leave you
alone for a full day to avoid leading the smugglers back to where you
were?”

“Yeah, I spent
the day in the motel room, working on a droid the motel owners had
that was defect and hoping you were safe.” Anakin settled his hands
on the back of the couch, keeping his distance from the other out of
wariness.

Though he didn’t
think Obi-Wan would hurt him.

“I went through
the smugglers own den at the time. And among their things…the Force
stopped screaming and instead directed me.” The redhead took a
little sip.

“…It screamed
at you for a year?”

“Oh yes,
sometimes I wondered if I’d go mad before you left my care with how
it sounded.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

“…Why did it
stop screaming then?” Anakin’s pulse was racing.

“…Because the
smugglers had a holocron, a holocron the Force intended for me.”
Obi-Wan finally looked at him, eyes sparkling between green and
yellow. “A sith holocron. I didn’t accept it to begin with…it
took a year before I gave in.”

Anakin’s hands
tensed on the couch. “…What are you going to do?”

“…I’m going
to hunt down the Sith Master and slay him in his place.” Obi-Wan
stood slowly, watching Anakin as he placed his cup on the window
sill. “I will hunt him down to his last breath and he will choke on
his own blood just like his apprentice had Qui-Gon do. I will grind
his legacy into the dust and I will evaporate his name from the Sith
lines. I will see his corpse burn and leave no temple he can be
entombed in, his spirit will never be given the rest.”

Vicious yellow
stared at Anakin and Anakin had a moment to think of the other ready
like a viper, to strike if needed.

For a moment he
also thought about running for the door, to warn the council.

But what had the
council done for him?

Compared to the
man in front of him who had sheltered Anakin, had cared for him and
taught him. This man who was looking for revenge for someone he had
adored.

A Tattoine night
flashed in Anakin’s mind, his saber in hand as he cut through a
camp.

He knew what it
was like to want revenge.

Slowly he
unclenched his hand from the fabric and moved around it, never taking
his eyes from Obi-Wan’s despite wanting to look away from burning
yellow. ‘Like molting lava…’ He thought as he moved until he
was a handspan from the other man.

Slowly he sunk to
his knee in front of the other.

“…Where
there’s a Kenobi, there’s a Skywalker, isn’t that how it
works?” He smiled up at Obi-Wan who stared at him in turn.

Then Obi-Wan
dropped to his knees in front of the other and dragged him into a
desperate hug, clinging to him with trembling shoulders. Anakin
returned the hug, cupping the back of the others head with care. “Its
alright, you’re not alone. Not anymore. Never again.”

Do you think you could write any more of that Sith Qui/Obi with the tracking chip? Idk I just really love and it’s adorable, in the weird creepy way that is sithly love.

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“I should keep you chained up in a dungeon, at least that way you
wouldn’t run afoul of Jedi’s to get the better of you.” A calm
voice drawled and Obi-Wan lifted his head slowly from under the
shower spray to peer at Qui-Gon standing in the fresher doors.

He always felt he needed a shower after a stay in bacta even after
using a sonic and this time was no different. He hadn’t even heard
the door open, to used to Qui-Gon’s presence to register it as a
threat.

“Hmn, you enjoy seeing me on the battlefield to much to do that.”
He chuckled quietly before ducking his head back under the warm
spray.

Qui-Gon snorted and stepped towards the shower rolled his sleeve up
before he reached out and ran his two fingertips along a scar
crossing the others shoulder and down the mans upper back. Obi-Wan
shivered under the warm spray and pulled his head back again, peering
at him.

“…Is that where the tracker chip is?”

“Not telling you dear Obi-Wan. After all, if you remove it, I can’t
find you. If I can’t find you, you’re liable to be captured by
someone. And don’t think I’ve forgotten the Nightsisters capture of
you.”

Obi-Wan sniggered. “What? Jealous Master?”

He yelped as a hand snapped to his hair and pulled his head back,
exposing his throat to the yellow gaze of the older man. “You
forget your place my apprentice. You belong to me and no one else.
And you know it, you gave yourself to me.” Qui-Gon hissed then
chuckled quietly at the hitch in Obi-Wan’s breath. “If you’re not
careful, I may have to mark you so everyone knows it dear one.”

Obi-Wan made a low noise in his throat, adam apple bobbing as he
swallowed hard. “Master…”

He almost stumbled when the man let go of his hair, balancing heavily
on his heels while turning his head to look at him.

“Finish showering Obi-Wan. We have things to do.” Qui-Gon stepped
back and then turned, prowling out of the fresher.

The younger man licked his lips in anticipation before turning back
to finish his shower, skin itching with need.