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In plain sight, did Anakin turn? Do they form an empire? Does Padme rule or Obi-Wan? Is there a rebellion led against them? Do they take the younglings from the Jedi? Or just establish sith temples based on the original sith principles?

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Watching them quietly, Obi-Wan slowly
brushed imaginary dust off his blue sleeve. “So, what do I owe the
pleasure of being summoned in front of a full council? I must admit
after this entire affair with Sheev Palpatine that the Senate is in a
buzz and I am very busy though I managed to spare some time for my
former colleges.” The newly elected Emperor drawled.

“You know exactly why you’re here
Obi-Wan.” Mace growled out.

Blue eyes flickered yellow at that,
causing everyone to flinch in their seat and hands to reach for
sabers.

“I may have a suspicion.” Obi-Wan
chuckled before settling his hands on his hip, watching them. “But
you have nothing to fear from me regardless of my alliance. I don’t
care what the Order does now.” He sneered slightly.

Then he rolled his eyes when he saw
Yoda’s fallen ears.

“Oh don’t give me that look old
man.” He snarled out. “You brought this on yourselves. Qui-Gon
told you, he warned you about the Sith but what did you do? You
claimed that you would have felt it, that the council would have
known and sent him and me alone and I lost my master on Naboo,
shattering a soul bond in the making.” He sneered. “I spent years
after that with the dark side of the force screaming in my ears.”

Anakin stood from his seat and moved to
Obi-Wan, pressing his hand to the others shoulder gently as he
watched his lover with worry.

It made Obi-Wan take a sharp breath to
calm himself under those deep blue eyes. “…Qui-Gon was everything
I had. And Sidious took him from me but you sent us alone and left me
alone with a child who shone like a new born star to train. I wasn’t
ready.” Obi-Wan kept calm as Anakin remained at his side.

Kit, Shaak and Mace traded glances,
hands on their sabers.

“Pull your hands off your weapons.
You can’t touch me.” Obi-Wan growled quietly. “If you touch me
the Jedi will be chased off Courscant and through the galaxy by the
public. I can see the headlines already, Emperor Kenobi, former Jedi,
subdued and murdered by Jedi conspirators.” He mocked them.

Hands reluctantly left their sabers.

“…What are you going to do now?”
Depa questioned quietly.

“I’ll build an empire. I’ll train
my own apprentice.” Here Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin. “I’ll let
the Jedi order remain because of all Qui-Gon was, he was a Jedi even
if you have all forgotten your path in the face of war, politic and
manipulation.” Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders. “And you will be
content with that because if I had been angry enough, I would have
done away with the council like I did with Palpatine.” Obi-Wan
growled.

“Shh… Obi-Wan.” Anakin murmured,
squeezing his shoulder.

Obi-Wan grunted before nodding again,
smiling at the blond before he looked at Yoda. “Don’t mistake my
benevolence for mercy. Only Qui-Gon’s memory is allowing this all
to stand. Push me too far and you will see what I learned from a Sith
holocron, hidden beneath all of yours noses as I was for years.”
His eyes flickered between yellow and blue. “And perhaps we can
restore a semblance of balance in this galaxy.” He sneered.

“Seek to destroy us you will not?”
Yoda finally asked, staring at a boy he had once helped train,
wondering where it had all fallen apart.

“As long as you don’t try to
destroy me. As long as the Jedi know their place.” Obi-Wan
countered as Anakin slowly took his hand and laced their fingers
together.

Yoda and Mace stared at each other.

“Look at this way.” Obi-Wan
suddenly drawled, catching the Council’s attention again. “You
were with to create me. After all, had you sent even one extra Jedi
with to prevent the death of Qui-Gon then I wouldn’t have stood
here like this. But you didn’t and I had the Force screaming in my
ears after his death. You were part of my creation.” He smirked at
them before looking up at Anakin. “Now we should head back to the
Senate. Padme will be waiting on us.” He drawled before turning
without bowing and heading for the doors with no fear.

Anakin gave a little wave to the
council, grinning a bit as he followed Obi-Wan out.

It felt like forever for the council as
they sat in contemplation.

“…We stuffed up royally.” Depa
finally murmured to quiet agreement.

There was a Sith empire in the making
and they could not touch it.

Obi-Wan had played his part well over
the week since Palpatine’s attack, becoming the undisputed elected
Emperor of the former Republic and under his hands the Separatists
were giving in.

If Oi-Wan decided it, the Order was
karked.

Ahhhhhhh!! Obi-wan hurt but ready to thrown down sith style!!! Can we get Anakins conversation with palpy before obi-wan comes waltzing in in a flurry of anger and rigorous justice? And the end of the fight too? #inplainsight

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“Nothing you promise or plead will with save you now.” Anakin
hissed at Palpatine, barely bothering to listen to the first words
the man had given him. “Did you think threatening mine would get me
you my sympathy?” Anakin dodged a cut towards his head as he kept
his voice low so no one but Palpatine would hear him. “Obi-Wan had
you pegged from the moment he meet you and he’s been keeping me on
my toes.”

Palpatine hissed, ready to attacked before his eyes widened, barely
dodging Obi-Wan’s blue saber as lighting sparkled around him.

“Nice try with the padawan-jack there little tiger but I’m afraid
the master position has been never been vacated.” Obi-Wan drawled
as he joined Anakin’s side with blood on his tunic, eyes sparkling
yellow as the Force pulsed with Obi-Wan’s steady darkness.

Dark or light, they still slotted together like the perfect puzzle
pieces, the very physical manifestation of their symbol fleet of the
open circle.

When Anakin went low, Obi-Wan went high.

When Obi-Wan went on the defense, Anakin was the offense.

Lighting sparkling over Obi-Wan’s frame and harmlessly bypassing
Anakin’s body to hit where Sidious had been moments before.

Anakin would give the man that, he was quick in both avoiding and
deflecting their sabers even with the two going after him with all
they could.

Well, Obi-Wan was doing his best even injured with blood on his
tunic.

It was making Anakin’s rage pump, Palpatine had attacked his
Obi-Wan, had almost killed him if not for Padme intervening and then
Anakin felt that whispering thrill of the dark that he sometimes
heard when Obi-Wan wasn’t hiding, seductive and quiet in his ears.

“Are you scared yet?” Obi-Wan hissed as Palpatine backed away
from them steadily. “Can you feel it yet Sidious? The quickening
pulse of the Galaxy? The racing fire of the dark side? The end of
your plans as we get ever closer to you? You can barely dodge anymore
or meet our sabers. There will be no escape for you, you wanted my
head? I will have yours.” Obi-Wan hissed in delight, the dark
delight suffusing the Force with Obi-Wan’s emotions.

It should scare him.

Obi-Wan should scare him but he knows how long Obi-Wan’s been
looking for revenge and Anakin understands revenge like no other Jedi
ever could. He himself has tasted it after the death of his mother.

He wonders, would it have tasted sweeter if he had waited for cold
revenge and plotted like Obi-Wan?

It did not matter.

The path from the past were set and now the future ones were in the
making.

The rise of an Empire at Obi-Wan’s waiting fingertips, his beloved
talon bird sitting highest among the mighty with their names being
shone on by millions of stars.

Because he knew his place in this Empire that will be built, Padme
and Obi-Wan’s husband, Emperor consort and bodyguard to a man who
attracted trouble like honey attracted bees.

And as his saber effortlessly slices through Palpatine’s neck as
Obi-Wan led the red saber down to the floor with his blue one, Anakin
knew they would be victorious in the coming days as Obi-Wan’s eyes
sparkle with the vindication and glee from almost fourteen years of
planned vengeance finally coming to its culmination.

And perhaps he can be forgiven in that moment of adrenaline and Force
maelstrom he’s caught in when he pulls Obi-Wan into his arms and
seals their lips in a deep kiss as lighting bounced harmlessly off
both of them until Obi-Wan stopped it.

Why should he deny himself anything anymore?

There was no need to hide anymore.

Obi-Wan’s eyes glittered as he pulled back with the darkness
leaving him to display only the green of his eyes with the edge of
terrifying yellow circling them, smile full of teeth on display. “An
Empire for us. No more yielding for the light, no more yielding to
the Jedi, no more yielding to Senators.” He whispered. “No more
waiting.”

Ahhhhhhh!! Obi-wan hurt but ready to thrown down sith style!!! Can we get Anakins conversation with palpy before obi-wan comes waltzing in in a flurry of anger and rigorous justice? And the end of the fight too? #inplainsight

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“Nothing you promise or plead will with save you now.” Anakin
hissed at Palpatine, barely bothering to listen to the first words
the man had given him. “Did you think threatening mine would get me
you my sympathy?” Anakin dodged a cut towards his head as he kept
his voice low so no one but Palpatine would hear him. “Obi-Wan had
you pegged from the moment he meet you and he’s been keeping me on
my toes.”

Palpatine hissed, ready to attacked before his eyes widened, barely
dodging Obi-Wan’s blue saber as lighting sparkled around him.

“Nice try with the padawan-jack there little tiger but I’m afraid
the master position has been never been vacated.” Obi-Wan drawled
as he joined Anakin’s side with blood on his tunic, eyes sparkling
yellow as the Force pulsed with Obi-Wan’s steady darkness.

Dark or light, they still slotted together like the perfect puzzle
pieces, the very physical manifestation of their symbol fleet of the
open circle.

When Anakin went low, Obi-Wan went high.

When Obi-Wan went on the defense, Anakin was the offense.

Lighting sparkling over Obi-Wan’s frame and harmlessly bypassing
Anakin’s body to hit where Sidious had been moments before.

Anakin would give the man that, he was quick in both avoiding and
deflecting their sabers even with the two going after him with all
they could.

Well, Obi-Wan was doing his best even injured with blood on his
tunic.

It was making Anakin’s rage pump, Palpatine had attacked his
Obi-Wan, had almost killed him if not for Padme intervening and then
Anakin felt that whispering thrill of the dark that he sometimes
heard when Obi-Wan wasn’t hiding, seductive and quiet in his ears.

“Are you scared yet?” Obi-Wan hissed as Palpatine backed away
from them steadily. “Can you feel it yet Sidious? The quickening
pulse of the Galaxy? The racing fire of the dark side? The end of
your plans as we get ever closer to you? You can barely dodge anymore
or meet our sabers. There will be no escape for you, you wanted my
head? I will have yours.” Obi-Wan hissed in delight, the dark
delight suffusing the Force with Obi-Wan’s emotions.

It should scare him.

Obi-Wan should scare him but he knows how long Obi-Wan’s been
looking for revenge and Anakin understands revenge like no other Jedi
ever could. He himself has tasted it after the death of his mother.

He wonders, would it have tasted sweeter if he had waited for cold
revenge and plotted like Obi-Wan?

It did not matter.

The path from the past were set and now the future ones were in the
making.

The rise of an Empire at Obi-Wan’s waiting fingertips, his beloved
talon bird sitting highest among the mighty with their names being
shone on by millions of stars.

Because he knew his place in this Empire that will be built, Padme
and Obi-Wan’s husband, Emperor consort and bodyguard to a man who
attracted trouble like honey attracted bees.

And as his saber effortlessly slices through Palpatine’s neck as
Obi-Wan led the red saber down to the floor with his blue one, Anakin
knew they would be victorious in the coming days as Obi-Wan’s eyes
sparkle with the vindication and glee from almost fourteen years of
planned vengeance finally coming to its culmination.

And perhaps he can be forgiven in that moment of adrenaline and Force
maelstrom he’s caught in when he pulls Obi-Wan into his arms and
seals their lips in a deep kiss as lighting bounced harmlessly off
both of them until Obi-Wan stopped it.

Why should he deny himself anything anymore?

There was no need to hide anymore.

Obi-Wan’s eyes glittered as he pulled back with the darkness
leaving him to display only the green of his eyes with the edge of
terrifying yellow circling them, smile full of teeth on display. “An
Empire for us. No more yielding for the light, no more yielding to
the Jedi, no more yielding to Senators.” He whispered. “No more
waiting.”

#inplainsight ahhh palpy is going DOWN! Can we see the final «showdown» whether it be in the Senate or a private place and palpy loses it and obi is smug as a bug in a rug when he reveals himself and palpy gets taken down but not obi??? Like the Jedi come in and are all like «chancellor» – nod head- while arresting/killing/picking up Palpatine corpse as a sith for being a little shit. All while another sith is being a happy and proud little shit (aka obi) :D

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“Why, welcome Mr Palpatine.” Obi-Wan’s voice is polite and warm
as he meets the man in the Rotunda’s halls with guards and
simpering Senator’s around him, a smile on his lips and his eyes
practically twinkling after yet another dismantling of power for the
former man and the inclusion of yet another former CSI planet into
the fold of the Republic now that a Jedi is the actual Chancellor,
one that’s actually been on the battlefield and seen the horror and
pain and is still a high General. “I must admit, I wasn’t
expecting to encounter you.” Obi-Wan’s head tilted curious, sun
caught in the lighter copper of his hair and had any of his lovers
seen him at that moment they would have called it a birds grace and
promptly ravaged him in private.

As it is, most just call it a curious head tilt.

Palpatine calls it mocking.

‘He knows…’ All those careful plans, all those lain out steady
and carefully over decades, ruined by this man and he knows it.

He knows he’s been pulling the threads of Sheev’s plans apart
slowly and steadily, bit by bit.

Pulling first Sheev’s seat of power out from under him, taking his
future apprentice from him, taking apart the CSI…

And then those green eyes light up with predatory yellow.

Only for a parasecond.

Sheev snarls as he understands just how far he’s been lead behind
the light as his lightsabers slides out into his palms from his
sleeves.

And just like that, the Force screams out as the bells rings.
Regardless who is victorious today, it will be the start of the end
and Palpatine will have to flee.

No more cloned bodies.

No more hidden power grabs.

But he will have Kenobi’s head!

()()()

The Rotunda explodes in a maelstrom of Force, dark, light and gray
all mixed and reaches all the way to the Jedi temple where several
master’s feels their heads pound in pain and shock as the darkness
pervades everything, even the light.

No one is sure what has happened.

No one except Knight Skywalker who is on his feet and running already,
towards the hanger where he has a speeder rearing and going before
anyone else can figure out what to do.

“Skywalker! Where are you going?!” Anakin responds to the comm
unthinkingly and almost curses himself out as he hears Windu over the
comm. But he responds like a dutiful Jedi should.

“Obi-Wan’s in trouble.” He snaps back. “And the Rotunda is
practically a tornado of Force. You can’t tell me its not him and a
Sith fighting and that’s where I’m going.” He does a reckless
dive with the speeder that would have had Obi-Wan and Padme yelling
at him.

There’s another curse and then Windu hangs up.

But at least it will garner them backup.

And as if magically summoned, Padme comms him too.

“Palpatine attacked Obi-Wan, Anakin, he’s slowing down!” The
first words out of her mouth freezes in his veins and Anakin feels
the dragon under his skin that first had him slaughter the Tuskens
hiss in rage.

“I’m on my way. I’m on my way!” He yells even as he takes
another reckless dive and barrel maneuver.

“Hurry. Obi-Wan’s injured.”

#inplainsight ahhh palpy is going DOWN! Can we see the final «showdown» whether it be in the Senate or a private place and palpy loses it and obi is smug as a bug in a rug when he reveals himself and palpy gets taken down but not obi??? Like the Jedi come in and are all like «chancellor» – nod head- while arresting/killing/picking up Palpatine corpse as a sith for being a little shit. All while another sith is being a happy and proud little shit (aka obi) :D

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“Why, welcome Mr Palpatine.” Obi-Wan’s voice is polite and warm
as he meets the man in the Rotunda’s halls with guards and
simpering Senator’s around him, a smile on his lips and his eyes
practically twinkling after yet another dismantling of power for the
former man and the inclusion of yet another former CSI planet into
the fold of the Republic now that a Jedi is the actual Chancellor,
one that’s actually been on the battlefield and seen the horror and
pain and is still a high General. “I must admit, I wasn’t
expecting to encounter you.” Obi-Wan’s head tilted curious, sun
caught in the lighter copper of his hair and had any of his lovers
seen him at that moment they would have called it a birds grace and
promptly ravaged him in private.

As it is, most just call it a curious head tilt.

Palpatine calls it mocking.

‘He knows…’ All those careful plans, all those lain out steady
and carefully over decades, ruined by this man and he knows it.

He knows he’s been pulling the threads of Sheev’s plans apart
slowly and steadily, bit by bit.

Pulling first Sheev’s seat of power out from under him, taking his
future apprentice from him, taking apart the CSI…

And then those green eyes light up with predatory yellow.

Only for a parasecond.

Sheev snarls as he understands just how far he’s been lead behind
the light as his lightsabers slides out into his palms from his
sleeves.

And just like that, the Force screams out as the bells rings.
Regardless who is victorious today, it will be the start of the end
and Palpatine will have to flee.

No more cloned bodies.

No more hidden power grabs.

But he will have Kenobi’s head!

()()()

The Rotunda explodes in a maelstrom of Force, dark, light and gray
all mixed and reaches all the way to the Jedi temple where several
master’s feels their heads pound in pain and shock as the darkness
pervades everything, even the light.

No one is sure what has happened.

No one except Knight Skywalker who is on his feet and running already,
towards the hanger where he has a speeder rearing and going before
anyone else can figure out what to do.

“Skywalker! Where are you going?!” Anakin responds to the comm
unthinkingly and almost curses himself out as he hears Windu over the
comm. But he responds like a dutiful Jedi should.

“Obi-Wan’s in trouble.” He snaps back. “And the Rotunda is
practically a tornado of Force. You can’t tell me its not him and a
Sith fighting and that’s where I’m going.” He does a reckless
dive with the speeder that would have had Obi-Wan and Padme yelling
at him.

There’s another curse and then Windu hangs up.

But at least it will garner them backup.

And as if magically summoned, Padme comms him too.

“Palpatine attacked Obi-Wan, Anakin, he’s slowing down!” The
first words out of her mouth freezes in his veins and Anakin feels
the dragon under his skin that first had him slaughter the Tuskens
hiss in rage.

“I’m on my way. I’m on my way!” He yells even as he takes
another reckless dive and barrel maneuver.

“Hurry. Obi-Wan’s injured.”

Sith!obi as chancellor gives me a big old smile!!! Now that we know it’s just a matter of time – cutsy time with my ot3?? I just love seeing them happy and evil >:)

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Humming a bit, Obi-Wan lifted his forearm off his eyes as fingers
tickled his feet, smiling at Padme who was standing at the end of the
couch with an amused look on her face as Obi-Wan rested on his back
over Anakin’s lap.

“That can’t be comfortable.” She noted.

“It is actually. Anakin pours heat like a furnace and it feels very
good against my spine.” Obi-Wan chuckled before lifting his head.
“And I have this pillow over my head and my shoulders so nothing
ache.” He sighed happily.

“And Anakin petting your stomach has nothing to do with this?”
She grinned, outright laughing when Obi-Wan practically purred as her
husband rubbed Obi-Wan’s stomach.

“Well perhaps just a little, Anakin has marvelous hands.” The
redhead praised.

Leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek, Padme smiled
softer at that. “Don’t I know it, he’s good at pampering.”
She noted.

“If you two are trying to make me blush, its not going to work
unless one of you gets nude and dance around in body paint.” Anakin
noted, tone hopeful.

Both Padme and Obi-Wan outright laughed at that as Padme moved to
order some food for all three and Obi-Wan let his head drop back down
on the pillow to enjoy the hand still rubbing his stomach steadily
and carefully.

Obi-Wan sighed in pleasure then smirked a bit, feeling a swirl in the
Force that brought a shiver down his back and almost made him purr,
especially when Anakin glanced around in confusion. “Felt that did
you?” He teased gently.

“Yeah…was that you?” Anakin blinked down at him and tilted his
head confusedly when Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then…”

“Palpatine is losing his touch.” Obi-Wan sniggered softly.

“Was that him?” Anakin’s eyes widened in shock. “He’s
going to expose himself to the Jedi if he continues like this.” He
settled on and watched as Obi-Wan laughed in utter delight while
wiggling a bit on Anakin’s lap.

“I know! Isn’t it utterly delightful? He’ll be the mark of his
own destruction via exposing himself to the Jedi and I’ve already
started to dismantle his hold on the Senate and the planets under his
care. Of course there are the political ramifications of the
Seperatists but that will be dealt with too as time passes but if he
continues like this I won’t have to lift a hand against him.”
Obi-Wan sat up on his lovers lap and kissed him. “He’ll be the
maker of his own undoing~” He purred.

Contagious as Obi-Wan’s joy was, Anakin laughed with him and
wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan as Padme returned to the couch to get
the news out of Obi-Wan.

She too laughed when he explained and gave both her Jedi’s soft
kisses. “I like how he’s throwing a tantrum like a five year old
being taken away their toys.” She settled on with a grin.

“Oh I know, its utterly delicious.” Obi-Wan cooed before sighing
in bliss and leaning in to nuzzle his and Padme’s noses together.
“And I couldn’t have done it without the two of you helping me.
Dear beloved ones.” He smiled softer and peppered Padme’s face
with gentle kisses before repeating the gesture with Anakin. “My
beloved ones.” He murmured, eyes flashing golden.

Sith!obi as chancellor gives me a big old smile!!! Now that we know it’s just a matter of time – cutsy time with my ot3?? I just love seeing them happy and evil >:)

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Humming a bit, Obi-Wan lifted his forearm off his eyes as fingers
tickled his feet, smiling at Padme who was standing at the end of the
couch with an amused look on her face as Obi-Wan rested on his back
over Anakin’s lap.

“That can’t be comfortable.” She noted.

“It is actually. Anakin pours heat like a furnace and it feels very
good against my spine.” Obi-Wan chuckled before lifting his head.
“And I have this pillow over my head and my shoulders so nothing
ache.” He sighed happily.

“And Anakin petting your stomach has nothing to do with this?”
She grinned, outright laughing when Obi-Wan practically purred as her
husband rubbed Obi-Wan’s stomach.

“Well perhaps just a little, Anakin has marvelous hands.” The
redhead praised.

Leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek, Padme smiled
softer at that. “Don’t I know it, he’s good at pampering.”
She noted.

“If you two are trying to make me blush, its not going to work
unless one of you gets nude and dance around in body paint.” Anakin
noted, tone hopeful.

Both Padme and Obi-Wan outright laughed at that as Padme moved to
order some food for all three and Obi-Wan let his head drop back down
on the pillow to enjoy the hand still rubbing his stomach steadily
and carefully.

Obi-Wan sighed in pleasure then smirked a bit, feeling a swirl in the
Force that brought a shiver down his back and almost made him purr,
especially when Anakin glanced around in confusion. “Felt that did
you?” He teased gently.

“Yeah…was that you?” Anakin blinked down at him and tilted his
head confusedly when Obi-Wan shook his head. “Then…”

“Palpatine is losing his touch.” Obi-Wan sniggered softly.

“Was that him?” Anakin’s eyes widened in shock. “He’s
going to expose himself to the Jedi if he continues like this.” He
settled on and watched as Obi-Wan laughed in utter delight while
wiggling a bit on Anakin’s lap.

“I know! Isn’t it utterly delightful? He’ll be the mark of his
own destruction via exposing himself to the Jedi and I’ve already
started to dismantle his hold on the Senate and the planets under his
care. Of course there are the political ramifications of the
Seperatists but that will be dealt with too as time passes but if he
continues like this I won’t have to lift a hand against him.”
Obi-Wan sat up on his lovers lap and kissed him. “He’ll be the
maker of his own undoing~” He purred.

Contagious as Obi-Wan’s joy was, Anakin laughed with him and
wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan as Padme returned to the couch to get
the news out of Obi-Wan.

She too laughed when he explained and gave both her Jedi’s soft
kisses. “I like how he’s throwing a tantrum like a five year old
being taken away their toys.” She settled on with a grin.

“Oh I know, its utterly delicious.” Obi-Wan cooed before sighing
in bliss and leaning in to nuzzle his and Padme’s noses together.
“And I couldn’t have done it without the two of you helping me.
Dear beloved ones.” He smiled softer and peppered Padme’s face
with gentle kisses before repeating the gesture with Anakin. “My
beloved ones.” He murmured, eyes flashing golden.

We haven’t had an update from Dark Omega in a while and it’s so close to done i feel, but you just can’t leave us off with Obi water breaking! Fluffy family ending please?

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Stroking the still swollen stomach of the redhead he was spooning,
Anakin watched his sleeping kits with a small smile as Obi-Wan
breathed slowly and steadily.

His children were born, soft and warm and safe, safe from Palpatine
who had blown up over Coruscant in bits the moment he had tried to
enter hyperspeed, curtsy of Anakin sabotaging the engines.

The alpha had always been good with machines from the time he was a
slave on Tatooine and Obi-Wan, despite complaining about the oil
stains, always encouraged his hobby and skills.

Humming when Obi-Wan gave a little squirm, Anakin flattened his hand
against the others stomach. “You alright?” He whispered.

“Yah, just… a bit sore. I did pop two babies out of me.”
Obi-Wan laughed quietly. “But keep your hand right there and I’ll
feel better in a jiffy.” He tilted his head awkwardly to give
Anakin a soft natured smile, eyes still slightly droopy from the
painkillers the Jedi had given him.

Snuggling in as close as humanly possible, then rubbed Obi-Wan’s
stomach some more with his thumb, humming into his neck some more
before pressing a soft kiss to the bonding mark on the others neck.
“…My own mechanic business, your research work… little feet.”
He whispered.

Giving a low hum at that, Obi-Wan warm pleasure filled the air. “We
can have that now, we just need to get settled somewhere… are we
sure we want to do this on Coruscant though?” He yawned.

Shaking his head slowly, Anakin scowled. “I don’t want to be near
the temple… and I don’t want to raise kids here.” He huffed.

Squeezing Anakin’s hand on his stomach at that, Obi-Wan gave a
considering hum. “Where then?” He whispered.

The room went quiet a bit as they considered the options, the bustle
from outside the room quiet and far away.

Finally Anakin sighed. “I don’t know, somewhere green would be
nice. Give them what I didn’t have as a child on Tatooine. Growth
and… nice.”

Wiggling a bit at that. “So a core or mid rim world then.”
Obi-Wan mused.

Humming, Anakin lapped lightly at the scarred mating mark before
grinning. “We could return to Naboo, search out all of Palpatine’s
hidden little gems.” He suggested.

“I could research them… publish theories on Sith Force
artifacts.” Obi-Wan mused before yawning and sighing. “But right
now I need a rest.”

“Of course sweetheart.” The alpha nosed him with care and tucked
the blankets around them more tightly. “I’ll look after the kits
while you sleep, promise sweetling.” He whispered softly.

Closing his eyes and purring softly at the gentle stomach attention
he was getting from his mate, Obi-Wan let himself fully relax, drowsy
and drugged as he was.

Birth was exhausting.

()()()

Looking up when he heard tiny feet on the floor, Anakin wiped his
hands quickly on a rag and got off the speeder he was fixing,
laughing loudly as Luke toddled towards him as fast as his chubby two
year old legs could bring him, Obi-Wan with Leia on his hip bringing
up the rear.

“Lukie Luke~” Anakin cooed, catching his baby boy with a happy
grin and lifting him up for a kiss before giving Leia one too once
Obi-Wan was close enough. “And what did I do to earn this
incredibly pleasant visit?” Anakin beamed.

Brows raised in amusement, Obi-Wan tilted his head. “Did you really
forget?” He chuckled.

That caused a pause as Anakin frowned a bit. “…Um…”

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his
husband and mate’s lips. “Happy anniversary of Sidious demise.”
He teased gently, grinning.

A surprised rumble erupted from Anakin’s chest then he grinned
widely. “We’re eating lunch out, that’s right.” He whispered
before turning. “Oi, Winma, I’m going out for lunch, I’ll be
gone for an hour, hold down the fort in the mean time.” He laughed.

Giving his thumbs up, the Nautolan turned back to the speeder he was
working on. “Right boss, will do. Have fun with your husband.”

Chuckling, Anakin slid his hand around Obi-Wan’s waist, grinning
when the other only rolled his eyes at the oil stains getting on his
clothes. “I always do.” He chuckled, the two heading out the
garage doors of Anakin’s speeder and shuttle repair shop.

It was still small but well established with a few mechanics working
under Anakin but it was going to grow, the blond was sure of it.

“I’m going to have to change the kids when we get back.”
Obi-Wan mock complained. “You got oil on both of their clothes.”
He pouted.

Sniggering, Anakin just pulled his mate closer to him, Luke and Leia
babbling happily together as they headed to pick up food and find a
park to eat in for celebration.

Life couldn’t be better.