Hi Moddy in to me you belong do Obi-wan and Anakin finally talk after Obi’s panic attack?
The panic attack had been unexpected, of all the things he had thought Obi-Wan would react with when he came out of his heat and became properly aware of the situation, a panic attack was the last option.
Or well, the very last one was violence, Obi-Wan hadn’t even been able to harm him properly on Mustafar after all Vader had done, had kept withdrawing and defending, not properly attacking and even when he had the chance to kill Vader…
He had not taken it.
But yes, the panic attack had been very low on the list of things he had expected.
Finally however, Obi-Wan started to calm down, his warm and wet face still pressed to Vader’s collarbone.
It was almost comfortable, it soothed a part of Vader that he hadn’t been aware was clawing at the wall, the urge to nurture and care.
Until Obi-Wan finally could take in the situation.
Grunting as he was shoved back against the headboard as the Jedi flung himself back on his ass and out of the Sith’s lap, Vader stared at Obi-Wan as the Jedi stared back at him, still trembling faintly but no longer sinking below in his panic.
His face was covered in his tears and snot, flushed and his eyes red rimmed and puffy like Vader had never seen before with his hair tussled around his head.
Force, Vader had never seen the other so…
Vulnerable.
That was the word.
Obi-Wan had looked injured, had looked small, grieving and even broken sometimes.
But never before had Vader or Anakin looked at his former master and thought the world ‘vulnerable’, it just didn’t fit with Obi-Wan Kenobi.
But right now, that was the only word he had for the man trembling in front of him.
Neither seemed to know what to say before Vader finally just sighed deeply. “You are a fucking moron for going to Tatooine.” He scowled at him and Obi-Wan flinched, mostly in response to the now aggressive hormones the man was pumping out.
Pressing his lips together, Vader refused to feel guilty about it as he narrowed his eyes, watching Obi-Wan back away from him and the bed, moving towards the door with his eyes pinned on the Sith.
“I told you what happened to unmated omegas on Tatooine, how you kept under the radar while in heat I have no idea bu-”
“Shut up!” Obi-Wan shouted, his back now pressing to the door that refused to open for anyone but Vader.
Jaw snapping shut so fast his teeth clacked, Vader stared in surprise.
Anakin had never had the ‘pleasure’ to see Obi-Wan like this.
Upset and loud.
Shaking, the too thin body looking like he was going to fall over.
But it was the shouting that took Vader fully of guard, cut any anger he had been building off at the knees.
With shaking hands, Obi-Wan reached up and ran his hands through his hair, whining faintly. “Please… please… please just shut up. Shut up.” Obi-Wan voice tapered off into a quietly mumble, still shaking, slowly sliding down the door until he was sitting on his ass, his legs pulled up to his chest in a protective move.
A part of Vader cried out at the sight, almost screamed.
Another part, more analytical pointed out that the person in front of him was having a PTSD breakdown.
He should be gloating at it honestly, he was after all Lord Vader, right hand of Emperor Palpatine and the attack ‘dog’ of the Empire.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was a genocide survivor of a purge that left most of the people he had called family for dead.
And before that, he had been through a war with countless death.
And Vader should be gloating because he was a Sith and this was a Jedi at his mercy, his former master, one of those that had betrayed him even if Obi-Wan’s betrayal paled in comparison to Sidious these days.
All it made him do was want to wrap Obi-Wan up and hold him tightly.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Vader approached the sitting Jedi, rumbling quietly and soothingly, trying to appeal to the omega instincts that Obi-Wan seemed to have embraced while living on Tatooine if his survival instincts had gone into during his heat.
He still flinched at the sound, his hands trapped in his hair but didn’t do anything else and let Vader approach until the Sith could kneel down in front of him.
Carefully, Vader reached out and touched Obi-Wan’s shins first, taking in how the other flinched at the touch. “…Okay… I won’t scold you…” He whispered, keeping his tone even. “Just… please calm down?” Vader asked instead.
Obi-Wan, lips pressed into a pale, thin line and his hands still kneading his scalp, gave a sharp nod before leaning in and pressing his forehead to his knees.
Uncertainly, Vader remained right there, rubbing the other man’s shins slowly, his mind spinning circles.