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In tomeyoubelong, does Kebii’tra mean anything in Mandoa?

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Resisting the urge to rub his face tiredly, Vader continued staring at the viewport of the bridge of the Fist as the troopers and Imperial officers worked around him, his arms crossed over his chest and his helmet hid his actual facial expression.

They were practically scurrying, seemingly sensing that Vader was in an uneasy mood and therefore trying to keep as quiet and unobtrusively as possible.

Not that the young Sith lord would have noticed them much at all, too busy thinking about the omega hiding away in his quarters ‘Kebii’tra… seriously master, you named yourself ‘Sky’,’ He signed internally as outwardly, he simply tapped his mech fingers on his upper arm. ‘Should I feel grateful that you didn’t just outright name yourself Skywalker at this point?’ He wondered.

He had never taken Obi-Wan for a sentimental fool.

But honestly, at this point he was wondering if Anakin Skywalker had known his master as well as he thought.

Clearly Obi-Wan was more sentimental and fond of the people in his life than Vader had ever thought, to the point he’d keep onto something as meaningless as a last name.

‘Ah… but didn’t your mother name you Skywalker for a reason?’ A sneering voice whispered in the back of Vader’s mind and he desperately snarled back at it.

He didn’t want to think about that. He’d spent a year not thinking about it and he wasn’t about to think about it no-

A muted gasp had him turning around, a soft growl escaping him as he saw Obi-Wan standing there in the open door of the bridge. “What are you doing here?” He stated darkly, the modulator changing his voice.

Obi-Wan raised his chin, ignoring all the troopers and Imperial’s discreetly watching him, taking in every inch of the omega from the borrowed black pj’s to the sunburn on his pale and freckled skin. “I was hungry.” He stated shortly, glaring around distrustfully.

The words almost startled Vader, not that it was obvious to anyone else. Or rather the accent startled him, because instead of the crisp Coruscantian he expected, a slight slur came from him instead.

A fake accent?

Of course, everyone else seemed to expect Vader to do… something.

He could feel the anticipation and fear in the Force and that confu-oh hell.

Obi-Wan had been short with him, Vader had choked people for less, his anger getting the better of him often, especially with all the alpha pheromones on the bridge.

It almost made him want to growl as he made his way over to Obi-Wan instead. “You could have summoned a droid to ask for lunch Ben.” He pointed out calmly, blinking under his helmet when Obi-Wan colored, the lack of beard exposing how dark the color got.

Hell, he had never seen that before, even as a knight, Obi-Wan grew his beard as quickly as he could, Vader could only faintly remember how the other looked without it and was rather certain Obi-Wan had never blushed when Anakin Skywalker was his padawan.

Seeing it now…

It was cute.

‘And…’ Glancing around without turning his head too much. ‘Our ploy seems to have worked. No one seems to be able to tell that ‘Ben’ is Obi-Wan.’ Vader noted with heavy satisfaction only to have his focus snap back on the redhead when he answered.

“I tried, it wouldn’t listen to me.” Obi-Wan mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“…It wouldn’t listen to you?” Vader growled faintly, growling louder when Obi-Wan’s stomach gave a loud growl of its own.

Obi-Wan wasn’t just hungry, he was starved clearly if his stomach was yelling out.

Reaching out, Vader manhandled the other, turning Obi-Wan and pushing him forward. “I’ll deal with it, what do you want?” He snapped out, ignoring the silence of the bridge and the shock in the Force.

He had an omega to feed and therefore he was ignoring how tense Obi-Wan was under his grasp, they were still working on the trust and honestly, being stuck in the small quarters weren’t good for building said trust.

“You’ll… fix the droid?” Obi-Wan questioned a tad more quietly, breathing out in relief when Vader nodded sharply. “Alright, but for now… anything would do.” He muttered quietly, relaxing slightly under the grasp.

‘…Alderaani chicken and butter steamed vegetables.’ Anakin Skywalker memories supplied the image of Obi-Wan’s smiling face as he enjoyed said dish and Vader moved closer to his former master. “Twenty minutes, I’ll have it sorted.” He promised quietly, leading Obi-Wan back to his quarters on the Fist.

Hi Moddy! I love all your stories but especially to me you belong? If it is possible, may you please write more of that? Maybe Anakin trying to convince Obi-Wan to eat whilst Obi still thinks he’s a threat? Or Anakin trying to prod Obi about the scar on his mating gland? Only write this if you want to. Any addition to this verse would be greatly appreciated. I love your writing!

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Looking up from his work when the fresher door opened, Vader blinked heavily as he dropped the screwdriver on the desk, standing up from the sheer surprise of what he was seeing.

Even knowing that it was Obi-Wan he was seeing, Vader almost doubted what he knew.

The omega Jedi had done as asked, removing his beard and dyeing his hair but the result… his face turned several years younger since the removal of his beard gave more space to see the face and made his eyes somehow seem larger, making him seem the same age as Vader almost, the hair dye had turned his hair from bright copper with golden tints to a dark, burnish copper and had also fully covered up the patches of grey around his ears.

The latter also helped his youthful appearance.

Combined with the clean omega scent and Obi-Wan’s flush from the warm water shower that Vader’s private quarters provided on the Fist…

No one would guess that this was the former General Kenobi of the GAR, Jedi and council master.

And he was wearing Vader’s borrowed clothes, making him seem smaller despite being a compact man, the black Telanonian spider silk shirt hanging slightly off his shoulders with the sleeves going to his fingertips.

The matching black pants were also rolled up, to avoid them dragging on the floor, showing Obi-Wan’s pale feet on the carpeted floor of the quarters.

Obi-Wan shifted, looking everywhere but at Vader and it made the Sith realize he must have been staring for a while. Forcibly, he cleared his throat, bringing green eyes on him. “You look… different.” He finally settled on, unsure how to go about the situation.

Obi-Wan’s face tightened. “Ridiculous you mean, I loo-”

“Pretty,” Vader cut in, before Obi-Wan could lambaste himself even more.

The other paused at that, looking away with the flush on his cheeks deepening ever so slightly. But he said nothing, only moved to the bed and sat down on it slowly, shifting until he could sit against the durasteel wall and stare at Vader. “…Now what?” He whispered.

Sitting down at his desk again, Vader licked his lips. “We should talk I imagine,” His eyes slid down to Obi-Wan’s scarred bonding gland and the others hand shot up to cover it, a glare covering his face. “You need another name to go by too.” Vader decided to pick his battles and not go for that topic just yet.

There was no way Obi-Wan would answer.

And the change of topic had Obi-Wan relaxing slightly once more, though he kept his hand on his bonding gland. “…Ben Walker.” He sighed before looking away when Vader’s brows rose high.

‘…Honestly master, its like you want to be found. Ben means good speaker in Mandalorian, I know that now, its the nickname Duchess Kryze gave you. And Walker… just slap on Sky, why don’t you.’ He shook his head before sighing. “The first part is acceptable but the latter, its too close. Pick another last name.” He leaned back in his chair.

Obi-Wan grumbled, rubbing absently at his neck. “Ben… Kebii’tra,” He finally settled on, turning his eyes back on Vader only to glare at him. “Acceptable?” He asked bitterly.

“…Acceptable,” Vader agreed, crossing his arms over his chest, trying not to feel too awkward with the unhappy omega hormones pumping through the small quarters of the Star Destroyer. “And you’re from?” He questioned, keeping eye contact with the other man, despite how much Obi-Wan was glaring at him now.

Gritting his teeth, the muscle of his jaw clearly jumping, Obi-Wan took a deep breath through his nose. “…Concord Dawn,” He growled, continuing before Vader could continue probing. “The Davin sector to be precise, my family were farmers but due to the unsteady atmosphere and the civil war on Mandalore, my family farm were burned down during a skirmish. I fled with what little I had left, hoping to build a new life,” Obi-Wan words waved a life that could explain the few scars he had that were visible and why he had been on Tatooine to encounter Vader. “Satisfied?” Obi-Wan finally snarled out.

Clearly, Vader had pushed him enough and therefore simply nodded, taking a pad off his desk to offer to the other. “…Something to do while we wait for our arrival to Coruscant.” He commented as nonchalantly as possible.

That was to say none but he was trying.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan snatched the pad from him, clearly wanting something to do as he huddled up against the wall, pulling one of the freshly washed blankets around himself to settle in.

Deciding that retreat was the better part of valor right now, Vader went back to his mechanical project, leaving the stewing Jedi master alone to calm down.

And to become comfortable.

Obi-Wan’s aggression was instinctual due to how uneasy he was, his omega side clearly reacting severely to not only being uprooted and honestly stolen away from his home, but also with an alpha he didn’t feel secure with.

Vader could wait.

If there was one thing he had learned in Sidious teachings… it was patience.

Because anything else gained him anguish, Sidious had no qualms about harming him in his attempt to ‘teach’.

And so the quarters descended into a stony, uneasy silence.

I really enjoyed reading through all your posts for #tomeyoubelong! Is Vaderkin planning to keep Obi-Wan in his room all the time, or will he find ways to hide his identity and let him have a little freedom? (Eventually) will Palpatine ever demand to meet Vader’s ‘acquired omega’? (And do you post these on ao3 or anywhere else?)

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Elbows settled on his knees, Vader stared at Obi-Wan as the Jedi stared back at him, the omega finally having calmed down after what felt like forever.

After he had finally calmed down, the redhead had settled on the single chair in the room by the desk, ignoring all the mechanical work that Vader had as the Sith found a loose shirt.

He had taken the hint at that, settling down on the bunk that Obi-Wan had not taken.

Wouldn’t take.

Even though it smelled of Obi-Wan, of his and Obi-Wan’s scent mixed together.

Like a mated pair.

“…What happens now?” Obi-Wan finally asked, his voice rough from his breakdown.

Absently Vader took note of how the other was fisting his hands into the leggings he was borrowing, Vader’s pj leggings. He shrugged slightly, watching Obi-Wan as he leaned back against the wall the bunk was settled against. “If I’m honest, I’m not utterly sure. But I do know I’m not letting you go back to Tatooine.” He tacked on sharply when he saw Obi-Wan open his mouth.

Alpha hormones flooded the room and Obi-Wan flinched back from him.

Vader couldn’t help but be… discomforted by that.

He had never seen Obi-Wan react as such when alphas got aggressive.

Generally he used to just roll his eyes and sigh loudly, muttering about barbaric and uncivilized behavior.

It was just… it didn’t fit with the Obi-Wan he remembered.

“Fine. So I’m not going back,” Obi-Wan bit out, his chin tilted up but avoiding looking Vader in the eyes. “But where am I going if you’re not going to kill me?” He huffed out.

“Coruscant,” Vader stated, stretching his legs out with a quiet groan of satisfaction as sore muscles eased out and snorting when he saw the others eyes widening ever so slightly with suppressed panic. “I got my own place there, you aren’t going near the Imperial palace.” He stated a tad more quietly, guessing what the other was thinking.

A brief pause settled in before Obi-Wan nodded, indicating that the alpha had hit bullseye and as curious as Vader was to what the other was thinking, he didn’t ask nor try to skim the others mind.

He needed the other to trust him slightly at the very least and skimming his mind was one hell of a way to break any burgeoning trust at all or shut down any future trust.

It was hard to read Obi-Wan’s expression too, the other was too blasted good at it still, a blank mask settling over him.

‘I used to be able to read him… micro twitches in his face told me everything. Now I’m stuck without being able to read him. And Skywalker thought Obi-Wan didn’t tell him anything…’ Vader was almost bitterly amused by how little Obi-Wan was really giving him. “You’ll have to hide your identity.” He tacked on, watching closely.

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed a bit, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. “Meaning…?” He stated slowly.

Standing, Vader made his way over to the desk, ignoring the way Obi-Wan tensed up and leaned back into the chair.

Pulling out the drawer, he held up a bottle for the other to see.

Obi-Wan squinted at the bottle and not for the first time did Vader wonder if the other needed an optometrist appointment.

The omega’s eyesight had seemed a bit poorer towards the end of the war.

“Hair dye?” Obi-Wan stated, sounding startled, finally meeting Vader’s eyes with obvious surprise.

“Along with trimming away the beard and letting your hair grow, this will hide your identity quite well, its only a few shades away from your natural hair, so the after growth won’t be too visible.” Vader confirmed, holding out the bottle for him to take.

Hesitating, frowning heavily, Obi-Wan slowly took the bottle to study before looking up sharply. “I’m not removing my bear-” He started in outrage.

Vader cut in harshly. “You will because Obi-Wan the beta Jedi can disappear into the void, no one will be looking for omega Ben from Tatooine on Coruscant, are we clear?” He growled sharply.

Obi-Wan flinched but bared his teeth right back at Vader and for several long, tense moments, Vader wondered if he had pushed too hard, too fast, if Obi-Wan would attack him.

But finally the other slumped a bit, staring at the bottle with an obviously confused and exhausted expression crossing his face. “…I don’t understand what you’re doing Sith. This… I don’t understand…”

Hesitating, Vader slowly reached out, gently stroking Obi-Wan’s hair, feeling him tense under the touch but not stopping despite it all. “Because… whether we like it or not… we have a connection my old master. And regardless how much we fight it,” He slowly knelt down, looking up at the worn out man in front of him. “We can’t help but care… I can’t help but care.” Vader decided to be honest.

Clearly it threw the Jedi for a loop as he stared back, hands clenched on the dye bottle and his lips lightly parted with surprise.

‘…Who knew there would come a time I wouldn’t find amusement in the Negotiator himself being left speechless.’ Vader couldn’t help but smile bitterly as he stared at Obi-Wan, watching as a single tear slid down the omega’s cheek.

In to me you belong, I couldn’t help but notice that the ptsd issues happened the moment Vader mentioned “what happens to unmated omegas on Tatooine.” Did something happen to Obi-Wan while he was in heat? Maybe his first heat after he stopped being able to get suppressants, and he didn’t realize it was coming and got caught off guard?

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It had been his first week on Tatooine, after handing Luke over to the Lars.

Obi-Wan, having spent all his life ignoring his true designation, had hit his first heat ever and despite it only being a pre-heat as he was now firmly off his medication, it had been enough to draw attention.

The worst of it was that he knew, he knew what could happen to omegas that were without family, pack or mate on Tatooine. It was not a friendly place for single omegas that didn’t have anyone to watch their backs.

Or were owned.

No slaver would be stupid enough to steal another slavers omega slave after all, the laws of the hutts in that regard had always been strict.

Or so Anakin had said.

But thinking about Anakin and all the thinks Obi-Wan knew thanks to him had hurt so much and he was already so dizzy due to the sun and the heat soaking into him along with the pain from loosing everything he had ever known.

And he still hadn’t found a place to call his own, had been mostly cantine diving while trying to scrounge up someone who was either selling property or knew of a property that was abandoned as Obi-Wan did not think he was in a shape to build anything.

He had actually half way been seriously considering just bunking in a cave out in the wastes at that point when he had finally heard about the hut at the edge of the waste that no one was living in and not even the hutts cared to water tax due to its difficult location.

After all, no one wanted to live out there.

He had managed to gather supplies, selling off of the last of the trinkets he had managed to get on the way to Tatooine for peggats and buy supplies for that money when it had happened.

An alpha, tall, clearly not baseline human with how big they were, had grabbed him by the forearm while leering down at him as he pushed Obi-Wan’s hood down to get a good look at him, commenting about how sweetly he smelled in among all the sand, like a flower.

Obi-Wan had tried to get away, tried to tell the man to buzz off in not so many words while also trying not to get any attention by acting out violently or using the Force.

Not that he needed to bother, everyone was already looking away.

The scene too familiar, too normal on Tatooine for anyone to pay him much attention except for a few, sympathetic but relieved omegas.

Sympathetic to his situation but relieved it wasn’t them as they hurried away in the blistering sun.

No alpha or beta cared for this off-worlder omega enough to get into trouble for them and no omega would risk gaining the attention of an aggressive and lusty alpha for a stranger even as their scent turned sickly sweet in an attempt to ward off the unwanted alpha.

Not on Tatooine where omegas were considered second-rate citizens at best and yet coveted at the same time, selling for twice as many baseline alphas or betas. And if they were exotic in any manner, a slave trader could luck out and get set for life as many wanted a status symbol an exotic omega brought.

Like a redheaded omega.

The pheromones of the alpha had been overwhelming, Obi-Wan had never had them directed so viciously at him before as he struggled and tried to get away only to scream in shock as teeth found his mating gland so violently, the large alpha brutally marking him the moment he saw the red hair.

Obi-Wan’s mind grew… fuzzy after that.

He only remembered waking up, days later, trapped under a large, muscled body, covered in slick, hickeys, semen and blood, his mating gland long ago scabbed over.

Weaving a Force suggestion on the snoring alpha, Obi-Wan had weakly managed to squirm out from under him, tears streaming silently down his face as he healed his mating gland with a shaking hand, using the first technique Qui-Gon had taught him once they learned Obi-Wan was an omega.

The technique every omega in particular were taught in the temple.

How to heal a bonding gland and erase an unwanted mating bond from someone that had taken you.

And now he was in front of another, dangerous, violent alpha, regardless if the Sith was purring calmly at him, despite knowing this alpha, Obi-Wan would not, could not trust him. ‘Qui-Gon, help me.’ He cried into the Force, pressing up against the door behind him as Vader continued watching him with those toxic, once so beautiful eyes of his.

Eyes that had belonged to Obi-Wan’s sweet Anakin.

Anakin, who Obi-Wan could trust.

Had always trusted.

Hi Moddy in to me you belong do Obi-wan and Anakin finally talk after Obi’s panic attack?

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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.

To me you belong, may I suggest a nice, traumatic PANIC ATTACK? Mwahahaha!

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For a long moment, both just stared at each other in shock, one not expecting the other awake and the other not expecting the person in front of him at all despite the scent.

Yellow and blue clashed.

It was Anakin, but Anakin was gone, his Anakin was dead and buried beneath Vader and Obi-Wan could feel his breath speeding up as he shuffled back against the headboard, his arms coming up around himself as a small whimper escaped him.

It spurred Vader into moving, the doors snapping close behind him as he moved forward, his brows furrowing.

The move had Obi-Wan letting out a cry, pulling his legs to his feet.

He had been found, Vader had found him on Tatooine and Force, where was Luke and Vader knew that he was an omega!

Coiling into a ball, desperately trying to hide away as he started to feel dizzy and air was struggling to leave his lungs, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms up around his head and burying his fingers into his graying hair.

Obi-Wan couldn’t breath, the scent of his padawan overwhelming all his sense-arms wrapped around him, hands ripping his own from his hair as a deep rumbling filled his ears, dragging Obi-Wan’s mind from his own mental screams as his face was practically mushed to a chest.

It was warm, it was bare, no armor or cloth at all and Obi-Wan scrabbled a bit against the sheets before whimpering and falling into the chest as the arms kept him pinned.

The scent of his padawan wrapped around him tightly, protectively, Anakin’s flesh and mech hand resting on his back and rubbing along his spine as warm skin beneath his lips and nose forced Obi-Wan to focus on the moment.

“Damn it Obi-Wan, you need to breath, come on master, you need to breath, in and out, in and out.” Vader’s voice was tinged with a bit of hysteria, still alpha rumbling into his ears as he held the Jedi tightly.

He sounded so concerned…

‘Why, he hates me… he said so himself. He hates me. He killed everyone…’ Obi-Wan shuddered before letting out a hitching sob, his hand awkwardly going to his own mating gland, feeling the unbroken skin even as he couldn’t summon up the strength to keep upright.

There were still slick between his cheeks, however there was no soreness nor was there any signs of an alpha manhandling him.

Confusion set in, even as Obi-Wan felt tears streaming out of his eyes as panic just gave way for an overwhelming mix of emotions, his hands awkwardly gripping Vader’s biceps.

Nothing had made sense in the galaxy in over a year, things hadn’t made sense really in the war but at least he had Anakin then.

What was he suppose to do now?

()()()

Well, he hadn’t expected the omega to go into a full on panic attack to the point he had started ripping at his own hair but then again, maybe he should have.

Not only had Vader removed him from his nest but the last time Obi-Wan had seen him, they had been trying to kill each other and Vader had told him that he hated him.

Unable to think of anything else, Vader had chucked his armor and shirt, crawling onto the bed quickly to both restrain and calm the omega down with his scent, Obi-Wan reacting to the scent as a promise of safety even now that he was no longer heat addled.

Once he had calmed down however from his panic attack, breathing properly instead of holding it, Obi-Wan had started to cry and this left Vader even more at a loss.

He had been expecting Obi-Wan to snark at him, to become snippy and slightly angry yet remained dignified.

What he instead had was a trembling, crying omega against his chest, moisture rolling down Vader’s pecs as more and more tears joined the path already made.

It was bound to make Obi-Wan dehydrated at this point but Vader didn’t dare stop him.

Emotions were hard and it was such a rare sight to see Obi-Wan emotional, he didn’t want to stop it despite the sight of the crying man sending a sting through Vader’s broken soul.

Instead he eased his grip a bit and continued petting when Obi-Wan didn’t give a sign to start tearing at himself again. “Its alright, you’re alright Obi-Wan, you’re not going to be hurt. I’m not going to hurt you.” Vader whispered assuringly, ignoring the way Obi-Wan gave his bonding gland a rub and the sickening sweet scent of Obi-Wan’s distress.

Had he been Obi-Wan, he would have checked his gland too.

Instead, Vader pressed his lips Obi-Wan’s temple and continued to murmur soothing nonsense, his hand straying up and down along the others spine.

There would clearly be no talk just yet, Obi-Wan consumed with his all his emotions and Vader helpless to really aid him.

#tomeyoubelong- Obi freaks out when he wakes up on Vaderkin’s ship. The emperor is also trying to discover where Vader was for a week.

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There is nothing more tedious than standing in front of the Emperor
and Vader would very much like to choke the old fool now.

If he
didn’t need him, he would but there is still a long way for him to
go but Anakin, as the single true and loyal ‘Jedi’ can easily
assume the throne once he gets rid of the traitor.

And he
knows he’s a traitor.

Sidious
had promised him to save Padme.

You
did not need the person in front of you to preform Force rituals on
them, not really. Sidious should have saved her and the child’s
life… and he hadn’t.

Vader
suspected that Sidious never intended to save her life, to have
another cause for Anakin Skywalker to fall and remove another anchor
of support.

The
people he loved had been his strength and his weakness at the same
time and Vader knew it.

But
Force, the day he finally killed the melted bastard was going to be a
good one.

“So
you’ve returned from Tatooine with an omega,” The old goat
drawled, staring at Anakin from under the shadows of his hood, trying
to hide how badly disfigured his visage was from most of the crew of
the Fist. “Tell me Lord Vader, what are you doing with it?”

There
were a few coughs around the bridge.

Clearly
the troopers and natural borns had their own thoughts on and felt it
was a rather obvious what Vader wanted an omega for.

Instead
of reacting to the noise, Vader simply rose his own brow. “You
failed to save my mate as promised Emperor Palpatine,” He stated in
a dry and even tone, ignoring the stiffening around the bridge. The
why’s of how Vader came to work for Palpatine was not something
everyone knew. Vader didn’t care if they knew anymore, he had a
Jedi to hide. “I have grieved for my mate and our unborn child. I
am allowed to try again.” He settled on.

He had
been thinking about that as he got Obi-Wan comfortable in his
quarters.

How to
justify being gone and getting Obi-Wan onboard.

Simplest
way that Sidious would believe?

Claim
he had found himself an omega to rear children with.

Sidious
eyes were narrowed at him, the Emperor leaning forward. “You…
have a mate?” He stated slowly.

“An
omega,” Vader stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he raised
his chin. “My mate is gone.” He murmured a bit more quietly.

Let
Sidious get what he wanted from that.

It was
true.

Padme
was gone and Obi-Wan was an omega he had acquired.

Both
were truth and therefore the Force would not inform Sidious of it as
a lie or reveal Vader had found his old Jedi master.

“Hmm,”
Sidious sat back before nodding. “As you wish then Lord Vader. You
are to return to Coruscant now.”

The
holo call cut off before Vader could say anything and he rolled his
eyes.

For a
galactic emperor, that was petty behavior but instead of saying
anything, he inclined his head to Piett before turning, intent on
returning to his quarters.

To
Obi-Wan.

He was
sure to be awake by now.

()()()

Shuffling
slightly, Obi-Wan felt confusion slither into his veins.

Because
he was comfortable.

Tatooine
was never comfortable and even less so after a heat.

But in
this moment he was comfortably warm, he felt clean and not hungry or
thirsty.

Something
he had never been after a heat.

He was
resting on a mattress much too comfortable to be his, no animal furs
to warm him or the rough linens that he had managed to buy and he was
wearing clothes that felt far too big on him with a scent that
made Obi-Wan’s eyes water from the familiarity of it.

Confusion
gave way for horror as he sat up, the sheets pooling down around his
waist, eyes wide as he took in the sight of a karking ship quarters.
Large quarters to be sure but still ship quarters and worse of all,
he recognized them.

Not as
the ship quarters but by the interior.

The
droid parts scattered around, the tools, a black cape laying over a
chair.

And
than there was the scent and Force feel, darker than Obi-Wan was used
to but unmistakably familiar.

Before
he could think too much, the doors snapped open and Lord Vader
entered, the man pausing to blink at Obi-Wan as the Jedi pressed his
back to the headboard, staring in return.

So has Piett reported on Vaderkin’s suspicious behavior to the emperor in To Me You Belong? Or is he loyal to Vaderkin? What does Vaderkin plan go do with Obi? Will we find out about the whip and scarred bonding gland?

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There is one thing clear to Vader as the last day of Obi-Wan’s heat
arrives.

He can
not leave Obi-Wan in this place.

It is
not safe.

Not
for a Jedi in hiding and not for an omega, especially one who had
never explored their own life.

Obi-Wan
had gone about his life as if he was a beta and Vader remembered,
back in the clone wars, thinking about how lucky he was that his
master wasn’t an omega.

How
Obi-Wan’s safety wasn’t even more jeopardized because as an
omega, he’d have even more of a following than he did as a flirty
beta.

However,
there was no way Obi-Wan would agree to leave, especially not with
him.

So
that meant that Vader would have to leave today.

With a
deep sigh, Vader got to work, packing up Obi-Wan’s meager
belongings and whatever could be precious to the man.

Yes,
he cheated a bit and used the Force to find them but honestly, the
little locked chest was an obvious thing.

He
could hear the kyber crystals after all, both his own Jedi
saber and Obi-Wan’s and he ended up staring at it for who knows how
long until Obi-Wan’s little whine from his nest interrupted him.

He had
packed it into the meager belongings before contacting Piett,
ordering him to the coordinates to pick up both Vader and a second
person.

With a
stern command that any alphas coming were to wear a breather mask.

The
last thing Vader needed was for someone to get too interested in
Obi-Wan and his scent.

“Alright,
we need to go.” Vader sighed, moving to the bedroom, a pack slung
over his shoulder as he wrapped Obi-Wan up in the bedding and settled
him bridal style in his arms, the omega giving low, confused whines,
his bare feet poking out of the blankets on one end.

“Ani?
Wha…” He mumbled, pressing his face to Anakin’s armored chest
and letting out a low noise when Vader pulled the blanket up over his
head to hide him from anyone else.

He
didn’t need anyone else recognizing Obi-Wan, that was for sure.

Though,
anyone looking for Jedi and General Kenobi was looking for a beta…
still.

A
little tug on his chest plate made him rumble deeply, trying to sooth
Obi-Wan as he put the helmet on with the Force, heading for the door
of Obi-Wan’s hut. “Ani, Ani where?” Obi-Wan continued, voice
tired and exhausted.

That
was another part that alerted Vader that Obi-Wan was towards the end
of his heat.

He was
more conscious.

Rumbling
deeply, trying to sooth him as they stepped out into the sun, Vader
held him tightly to try and stimulate a nest environment with keeping
up the pressure.

Least
he could do that as he eyed the shuttle coming towards them. “Going
somewhere safe, gotta keep you safe. Trust me Obi-Wan.” The man
murmured, feeling Obi-Wan stiffen at the modulated voice before
pressing his head to Vader’s chest.

He
squirmed around when the shuttle came close enough to make noise but
Vader’s tight grip kept him from moving too much. And he whined a
bit when he heard unfamiliar voices, troopers greeting Lord Vader as
proper.

“Lord
Vader, we have arranged everything as requested, the path to your
quarters is cleared all the way with items as requested.” Piett
stepped forward from the cockpit, his brown eyes flickering to the
edge of the blanket with visible feet to the area where Obi-Wan’s
head would be before focusing on Vader’s helmeted face.

He
could feel their curiosity as he stepped into the shuttle and away
from the sun and sand, using the Force to keep steady as he held
Obi-Wan tightly to him. “Bring us to the Fist.” He ordered, the
modulated voice once more making Obi-Wan squirm around though Vader’s
grip was tight.

Piett
nodded, the doors closing behind them as the pilot brought them into
the air.

A
throb in the Force caught Vader’s attention, making him pause
before dismissing it.

It was
probably nothing, maybe friends Obi-Wan had managed to make though
there was only a single point that he could make out.

One
person didn’t matter in the grand scheme of it as Vader was
determined to get Obi-Wan safe, safe in the knowledge while an Empire
lapdog, Piett was loyal to him.

And
the troopers worshiped the ground Vader walked on as he served on the
front lines with them.

Sidious
might learn that Vader had collected an omega from someone on the
ship.

But
that was all he would learn.

Vader
would make sure of that as he shielded Obi-Wan’s identity from
everyone.

Any chance of getting more tomeyoubelong? When Obi-wan showers? Or perhaps when Obi-wan gets a little more clear headed?

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How the kark he had managed to get Obi-Wan out of his nest, Vader had
no idea but he had, supporting the stumbling and whining omega
against his own body the entire way as he clung to Vader in turn.

Obi-Wan
was apparently even more nest bound than any other omega Vader had
ever been around. But that could logically be due to Obi-Wan’s
instincts, the omega being alone and in fear for himself on an
underdeveloped world with slavery going and a hutt overlord.

So he
got the why even as he struggled to get Obi-Wan out of the rough spun
tunic and leggings, cursing quietly when Obi-Wan’s leggings got
stuck partway down.

Nudity
wasn’t a rare thing among the Jedi order, so it wouldn’t be the
first time Vader had seen the other naked but to see him again now…

Vader
paused, staring, disconcerted at the sight of Obi-Wan’s ribs and
the hollow that was his stomach.

No
wonder Obi-Wan couldn’t carry a pup.

It
would be beyond dangerous with him this skinny, male omegas needed a
small amount of extra weight due to their bodies not having the same
fat deposits that females had, to be able to handle both the strain
of a pregnancy and for what came after.

And
then there were the new scars.

Vader
felt something, the echo of guilt, when he found red lashings curling
over Obi-Wan’s body, but he forced himself not to think about it as
Obi-Wan gave a whimper and shook like a leaf, looking like he was
about to flee back to his tiny nest.

“Shh,
no, its alright. We need to get you clean Obi-Wan.” Vader soothed,
trying not to feel pity with the pathetic sight.

But
for all that Vader had been… was angry, with the Jedi, he was also
and alpha and his hind mind was kicking in hard to see the shivering,
naked and starved omega in front of him, slick visibly shining
between his legs.

“A-Ani.”
The omega whined out, his voice miserable and pathetic as he stared
plaintively at the alpha, arms wrapped around himself as goosebumps
broke out on his skin.

Stiffening
in shock, Vader stared at the redhead. That was the first time
Obi-Wan had spoken his name since he arrived and it was…

‘No…
No Anakin Skywalker is dead. That name means nothing.’ He
sternly told himself even as he reached out to push Obi-Wan into the
shower first.

Luckily,
Obi-Wan went willingly, still watching Vader as the Sith undressed
himself and set his clothes aside, the Sith dallying a bit before
taking a deep breath and pressing himself into the small shower with
his former master.

He
couldn’t move without rubbing up against Obi-Wan and he had to
fight the natural reaction he had to being so close to Obi-Wan, the
alpha in his mind roaring at him even as he rumbled soothingly at the
other, turning the sonic shower on.

Obi-Wan
let out a little yelp, pushing into Vader’s body, whining loudly as
he hid his face in the blonds shoulder.

‘What
the!’ Vader flailed a bit in shock, his elbows knocking against the
wall of the tiny shower, staring at the side of Obi-Wan’s head
before breathing out in shock and freezing as he stared down
Obi-Wan’s back.

Along
the others back, a wide, still vividly pink on pale skin, slashing
scar stood out, raised and swollen but not infected.

And
for all that Vader would deny to the name Anakin Skywalker, he still
recognized that kind of scar.

A
whip.

Obi-Wan
had encountered a whip and that was recent.

Not
only that, like this, Vader could also see Obi-Wan’s bonding gland,
swollen as it was due to heat.

It was
scarred.

Hand
shaking, Vader raised his hand as if in a trance and touched it, a
half suppressed memory of Obi-Wan speaking about the Force healing
bonding glands and forced mating.

It had
been a half payed attention to lesson, one Obi-Wan had given up on
when it was clear Anakin wasn’t listening and instead had turned
into a ‘please Anakin, if you are forcibly bonded, come to me,
I’ll help you.’ plea.

“Ani?”
A little whimper broke Vader from his thoughts, Obi-Wan shivering
against him as he looked up with wide eyes.

Forcing
a smile at him before reaching for the rough washcloth, Vader purred
at the other. “It’s alright, lets get you clean, alright?” He
murmured, his voice sounding hoarse as he went to work.

Squirming
at the touches, Obi-Wan seemed to know that something was up but got
distracted by the washcloth, whining a bit louder.

‘I
should have gotten Piett to bring a softer clothed thing… damn it.’
Vader forced his mind to focus on the situation.

He’d
deal with everything else later.

In tomeyoubelong, is Vader burnt like in the original trilogy, or unburnt (still lookin like Anakin)?

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Everything is hot and awful and he’s so hungry.

His
nest is too small but there’s no more to place in it, everything,
even his robe is in the nest and there is nothing more to do
but sleep as slick coats the inside of his thighs and makes him even
more uncomfortable.

He
knows there is food in the house, he has some but heat had
come too sharp and sudden for him to really prepare, only a day’s
warning and it was all he could do to just bar the house and get what
little he had for a nest.

This
had never been an issue back in the Jedi temple, Obi-Wan had been a
beta then due to the blockers and never had to think about heat or
being influenced by alphas.

But on
Tatooine, there was no access to what he needed.

Leaving
him to deal with the awful heats now that his body had to endure
them.

More
than ever, he missed Anakin.

Anakin
would have understood, looked out for him, known what to do.

He
knew to survive this world.

Obi-Wan
however was alone.

Anakin
was no more, only Vader, who had knelt for the emperor, the Sith.

Vader
would kill him for sure.

Only
then Vader is in his doorway with his helmet on the floor, staring at
him with golden eyes as light floods his little bedroom and it’s
all Obi-Wan can do to not succumb fully to his instincts. He had not
savaged Vader on Mustafar, had left him fine and alive if bruised and
aching as Obi-Wan fled with Padme.

Fear
and anger still rolled beneath his skin along with his misery but the
fear won over all of that, Vader standing in his doorway, a saber
hilt in his hand.

And
yet…

It is
dropped, Vader stumbles forward without weapons, though one can argue
the enforcer of the Emperor is a weapon in simply existing.

And
Vader is not doing any of that as Obi-Wan presses back into the wall.

Vader
reaches for him, soothingly, desperate, rumbling at him with shock
still present in his scent.

Its
instincts that drives Obi-Wan from the wall and cautiously towards
the Sith, recognizing survival in the other as he lets Vader pull him
close and into him.

Heat
drives his action as he lets Vader tuck him into his meager nest and
hold him, instincts allows Vader to wrap him up and the parts of
Obi-Wan that is lonely beyond belief hopes that there is some
part of Anakin still left in the alpha that holds him.

And he
is lonely, so lonely and here is an alpha, who despite never holding
him in his nest, is still familiar and isn’t threatening him in
this moment.

For
all that Obi-Wan wants to be strong, he feels the weakness in this
moment and submits to ancient instincts.

And so
he curls into the warmth of someone else, listening to the beat of a
heart through layers of clothes and just feels.

Comfort,
warmth, the presence of another person.

Of
Anakin.

Because
for all that Anakin must be gone, the scent hasn’t changed.

And
Anakin is gone… right?

()()()

Muttering
to himself, Vader barred the door with the Force after himself as he
walked over to the table, setting down the box full of items with a
smirk of satisfaction.

A
quick comm up to the Fist while Obi-Wan had been sleeping had given
him a lot more food for the other.

Piett’s
interest in the omega however had been unwelcome, the beta clearly
smelling the heat on Vader’s armor and to avoid any intrusion,
Vader was going to keep the barrier Obi-Wan had set up going.

But
now at least he had food for Obi-Wan, easy to eat things and make and
some mechanical components so Vader could fix the fresher.

It
hadn’t escaped him that Obi-Wan’s fresher was broken, recently
from the looks of it and Obi-Wan must be so uncomfortable with the
slick clearly soaking his leggings. It was a good thing he wasn’t
fertile for a pup because with that much slick, Vader wasn’t sure
he’d manage to keep back his instincts.

‘Lets
see, proper soap and not the Tatooine crap, bread packets, dried
fruit, some juice, cheese… good, good.’ Vader nodded, pulling out
the blankets from the bottom of the box. Add those food items to the
leftover pea stew with meat and Obi-Wan would be able to eat properly
throughout his heat.

Now,
how to convince Obi-Wan to leave his nest and shower…

Vader
paused before sighing deeply. “Time to cram myself into a tiny
shower with my former master, I guess…” Vader raised his eyes to
the ceiling, wondering if Mace Windu was laughing as hard in the
Force as Vader thought he was.