Vaderwan

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.

So, what’s Obi-Wan’s reward for being good in vaderkin’s gift?

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The moment the door closed behind them, Anakin sprung into action as he dropped his bag to the floor, reaching out and pressing his chest to Obi-Wan’s back, feeling the Jedi fall still, Anakin let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around the man and pressed his nose to his neck. “You wonderful, magnificent beast of a Jedi.” He chuckled warmly, smirking as he saw the blush climb Obi-Wan’s neck and ears at the praise.

“I… my lord?” Obi-Wan breath hitched, feeling the Sith’s lips trace along the sensitive curve of his neck.

Lapping lightly at the pulse point, giving it a nip, Anakin squeezed Obi-Wan’s body to his. “Anything, you can ask for anything you want, beating Maul at his own game, you glorious Jedi,” He crooned against the skin, feeling Obi-Wan squirm before arching his neck for more kisses. “If its in my power you’ll have it.” Anakin promised heatedly.

All the while he continued to pepper the moon pale skin with kisses, his hands wandering along Obi-Wan’s stomach and thighs in teasing, searching sweeps.

Squirming both into the hands and back into Anakin’s body, Obi-Wan started to pant softly, whimpering slightly as he struggled to speak. “I… could, well maybe,” He paused, jerking a bit as Anakin cupped his groin. “Charlata tea maybe my lord?” He squeaked out.

Pausing, his lips pressed to Obi-Wan’s racing pulse point, Anakin processed those words. “Charlata tea?” He murmured, bemused before raising his head. “You want tea?” He stated with bewilderment.

Stiffening, Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin could tell he was biting his lip and worrying the flesh. “If that’s not too much, I know its rare and rather pric-”

Laughing, the heat in his veins dissipating, Anakin swung Obi-Wan around to grin down at him, the other blinking uncertainly up at him. “You… you just want tea?” He chuckled, amused and endeared at the same time.

Blinking up at him, Obi-Wan hesitantly nodded again, leaning against Anakin’s chest as the Sith’s arms wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. “I mean, yes. You already give me clothes to wear and you feed me well.” He stated uncertainly.

Teasing the others padawan braid, noting that he would have to braid the thing once they had rested, Anakin shook his head as he smiled fondly at his Jedi. “I would give you anything you want and you just want tea,” He chuckled softly, wrapping the long length of braided hair around his fist, teasing the hair. “Amazing. You are just amazing.” He stated fondly.

Coloring, Obi-Wan slowly, uncertainly, wrapped his arms around Anakin’s waist in return, relaxing when all Anakin did was to continue to smile at him. “I’m not really a materialistic person.” He settled on saying, shrugging slightly.

Humming faintly in understanding, Anakin paused thoughtfully before tapping lightly at Obi-Wan’s hips with his fingers. “How about something to entertain yourself with? I know you already have the pad I gave you to read and look on the holonet,” He stated before Obi-Wan could say anything. “But is there anything else you would want to keep yourself occupied when I’m not with you or you’re exercising?” Anakin raised his brow, watching Obi-Wan with almost child like curiosity.

He suddenly felt desperate to know what Obi-Wan liked to do.

What he wanted to entertain himself with or did to relax when Anakin wasn’t bossing him around.

How… quaint.

He wasn’t used to caring what others thought of or wanted unless they were stronger than him and a threat.

Tilting his head, Obi-Wan worried his lips again, clearly thinking over the question much to Anakin’s pleasure. “Could…” He paused, eyeing Anakin closely. “Could I get some plasticene?” He finally asked when Anakin didn’t move to interrupt him. “I would like to carve it to… well make things.” Obi-Wan explained when Anakin blinked in confusion.

Nodding, Anakin let a wry smile cross his face. Of all the things the Jedi could ask for, plasticene was one of the least dangerous things he could give him as it was used for toy making for the most part. “Sure, I’ll even get you some paints if you want?” He stated, giving Obi-Wan’s braid a little tug when the Jedi smiled hopefully. “Alright then, tea and plasticene.” Anakin agreed easily, shifting to guide his pet towards the fresher.

Now that the fire from watching Obi-Wan slam Maul to the ground had fizzled out, he could once again feel the tiredness in his bones.

And from the way Obi-Wan was shifting to lean on him, Obi-Wan was feeling the tiredness too. “I’m still getting you some jewelry too, to celebrate.” Anakin muttered, smirking when Obi-Wan huffed faintly to himself in exasperation.

Vaderkin’s gift- Obi has to use his lightsaber and the Sith in general are surprised when Obi defeats the attacking Sith. (Also many believe Obi stole the saber.). Vaderkin just finds the scene hot and proceeds to show his appreciation for the show.

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There is nothing as good as finally coming home, even to a place
filled with hyenas that would betray you to kiss their masters boots.

But
after a full month on Tatooine, Anakin is more than happy to be back
in the Sith temple where he can actually take a bath and not deal
with Jabba the hutt or the memories, thank you very much. Hell, he’s
tired enough to not even pay attention to Obi-Wan, the Jedi trailing
closely after him, looking almost like he wanted to latch onto Darth
Vader’s hand.

The
young Jedi turned Sith pet is clearly uncertain and wary under the
eyes of other Sith, especially since he was almost assaulted last
time in the temple but he has his saber and so Anakin does not worry.

And he
is looking forward to a good bath and rest in their bed, Obi-Wan
curled to his chest.

It had
been too hot on Tatooine to pull his pet to him and give him the
attention Anakin had wanted, even when Obi-Wan had looked adorably
sexy in the sheer tunics with billowy pants he wore to try and cope
with the heat.

Honestly,
how Obi-Wan had managed to look adorable when he was sweaty and pouty
the entire time while trying to cope with the heat, Anakin had no
idea but somehow, the Jedi pulled it of.

And
hey, Anakin had gotten to take off one of Jabba’s arms when he made
undesired advances on Obi-Wan.

If it
had only been words, then maybe Anakin wouldn’t have but having the
slimy slug paw at Obi-Wan and lick his face…

Well,
Anakin had to send a message to the hutt and everyone else.

What
belonged to Darth Vader was not for anyone else to touch,
there would be consequences.

And he
had warned the next time someone touched his property, there would be
a loss of life and not just an arm.

Though
maybe Anakin had taken an unholy amount of glee at doing it, memories
of Gardulla the hutt haunting his mind as he did so and his mother’s
pain driving him forward.

No one
had to know that.

Well…
no one but Obi-Wan.

The
redhead had felt Anakin through the Force after all and had quietly
curled as close as possible to him on the bed that night after a
shower, quietly asking what Anakin had been thinking when he took off
Jabba’s arm.

He
hadn’t meant to answer, not at first, but slowly, Obi-Wan coaxed
out the words, got his Lord Vader to share not only his past but also
his anger.

Jedi
were dangerous, even young ones, their words were honeyed but at
least Obi-Wan belonged to him, so Anakin didn’t have to worry too
much about him using the past against him.

He
blames the tiredness on not noticing the slight flicker in the Force
or the way Maul moves from the shadow.

But to
be fair, Maul is not aiming at him.

The
snap of a lightsaber fills the air and the red blade aims at
Obi-Wan’s back.

But
this time the Jedi is not helpless and does not need Lord Vader to
protect him as Obi-Wan responds by the much lighter hum of his own
blue lightsaber, blocking Maul’s staff from ever touching his
flesh.

Turning
enough to watch, Anakin settled his hand on his hilt but didn’t
draw it, licking his lips as he saw Maul’s eyes flash with surprise
and rage and Obi-Wan’s blue ones filling with satisfaction and an
edge of… anger?

Well,
that was a surprise.

Obi-Wan
had been a holier than thou Jedi until now even as he gave in to
Anakin slowly and steadily.

‘I
guess that even a Jedi feels anger at times.’ Anakin mused,
watching Obi-Wan shoulder checked the still surprised Maul, tumbling
the Sith to his arse on the marble floor.

Maul
snarled, the sound echoing but Obi-Wan lashed out before he could get
off his ass, slicing through the saber staff hilt with his own saber
in a smooth move before falling back in defense as the zabrak snarled
with rage and pain due to the saber core in one end overheating and
exploding, Obi-Wan’s eyes locked on Maul with his back to Anakin.

Trusting,
fierce, angry and proud, his head held high as he stared down at the
Sith.

Anakin
couldn’t help it, he started laughing, shifting forward to rest his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder as they both stared down at Maul. “As
you can see, my pet has a weapon of his own. Seeing as how he needs
it in this temple to remain my pet and you attacked him first, I do
believe you can just… fuck off.” Anakin grinned down at the other
before tugging Obi-Wan along, forcing the Jedi to give his back to
Maul.

Another
tally of humiliation.

And
Maul knew better.

Anakin
had less experience, but he was more powerful than Maul would ever
be.

Leaning
in, his mouth close to Obi-Wan’s ear, Anakin whispered. “Good boy
Obi-Wan. You deserve a reward tonight.” He stated softly, grinning
at the slight of  flush rising Obi-Wan’s neck.

Oh
yes, it was good to be home.

#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.

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all-of-my-yesterdays:

Run Program

Realistically, Vader should have destroyed the two programs that housed his Jedi Master’s memories as soon as he had rediscovered them, but whatever remained of Skywalker had prevented it.  Although he never did upload the program onto another device, to prevent anyone else from learning about his attachment to the Jedi programs.  Now he regretted not having a back up.

Vader had thought the black box was broken.  It had chunks missing and the circuits were exposed.  He remembered how he watched as the General program’s futile attempts to blink into existence a few months ago.  The Padawan program did not appear to be able to run either, indicating the device was broken.  Yet Vader had continued to keep the damn box with him. 

Which led him here, staring at the broken box, debating if he should let it melt in the lava of Mustafar.  The projector flickered, and Vader dropped the device in his surprise.  The Padawan program was able to manage to pull itself together for a final time.  Vader had not set eyes on either Obi-Wan, and he greedily took in the appearance of the familiar padawan.  A young Obi-Wan looked at the Sith Lord, his image becoming unsteady as the device struggled to project him.

Obi-Wan smiled at him.  

“Master, I’m so glad you’re alright…”  The padawan exclaimed, looking over the Sith Lord for any signs of injury.

“I don’t know why I haven’t see–”  The hologram froze.

Vader felt his heart clench, as he stared at the AI.  Obi-Wan’s eyes were unseeing as the processor struggled.  The Sith Lord was unaware of how damp his eyes had become.  How did he not know that the Padawan program was still able to run?  Why had it not run prior to this point?  Since it was running, he may be able to repair the damage to it, and perhaps restore the General program.  He could have his master again…

The hologram unfroze, and it pursed it’s lips together.  It had the same tight smile that Obi-Wan would later give Skywalker when he was tried to find words to tell him the bad news.  The hologram sighed, gently “cupped” the face, the tears falling through the light.  Each droplet sizzled as it touched the hot ground of Mustafar.  The program becoming aware of the irreversible damage to it’s processor.

“Oh, Master… I’m so glad I could see you again.”  The expression softened greatly. “I’m going to be able to wish you goodbye.”

Vader’s chest clenched, and he felt the Force began to stir.  He began to open his mouth to speak, but the padawan cut him off.

“Thank you for everything Master. I’m so proud of you…”  It became harder to understand what the hologram was saying.  “I love you….”

The final words were uttered and the hologram blinked out of existence.  The heart wrenching sadness caused the Force around Vader to wildly thrash.  It caused waves of lava to crash onto the far side of the bank he was standing on, as he dropped to his knees.  He felt the remnants of Skywalker lament inside his mind just as acutely as he did when Obi-Wan had first perished.

Logically, Vader knew that the Padawan program and the General program had hundreds of lines of coding so both would be able to “feel” and express the love that Skywalker had desired.  Whatever the programs “felt” was a product of Skywalker’s own delusions.  He should not be as affected by the program saying it loved him in the Jedi Master’s voice, nor should he crave it as much as he did.  But, the Sith Lord remembered Skywalker pouring over the Obi-Wan’s personal journals after he passed just searching for any inkling that the other General loved him.  Vader had decided there was not enough evidence to draw the conclusion, but he still wanted all of Obi-Wan’s passion and love for himself.  For a moment, he had it, and now he had lost it once again.