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Ask- A/B/O: Darth Vader (AU no burns) got preg by Obi Wan before he turned. Months later the Jedi capture him & Obi Wan is there just as he goes into labor 🫢

Was an OG ask on teawithapsycho but i only answer here. 

(1,735 words)

“Where?” Obi-wan asked, his walk almost as fast as a run while a short creature of a Jedi master stumbled behind, attempting to keep up with the impatience of the Alpha Jedi. 

“Master Kenobi-”

“Where.”

Master, I cannot. You know as well as I that allowing you to be in the room while the prisoner is compromised is completely unallowed.”

The stewjon scoffed at the comment. ‘Not allowed.’ as if he’d just let the birth of his children go unseen. As if he’d allow himself to stay away when he should rightfully get to see them upon birth. 

“Master Kenobi-! You will only make things worse!” The creature spoke, falling further behind heavy, angry footsteps. “You will make him angry! It’ll cause a chain reaction of-”

“If you think he isn’t already damn pissed about having his pups in enemy territory then you’re more brainless than I thought.” Obi-wan hissed, feeling the muscles in his shoulders tense with rising anxiety.   

He felt like a furra bull stampeding through the halls he had spent most of his teenage and adult life in. Clearing the path with his stone look and seething force presence. 

And as dark as it was, he could feel his mate's force signature. The bright lights that were his pups that he’d been so happy to know about eight or seven months prior. And now? It was the first time he’d see them. It would be the first real instance of his mate’s pregnancy that he’d get to see before it ended. 

Anakin had been flat stomached, only a handful of weeks in and nowhere near close to showing. And the Alpha mourns that loss of getting to worship his lover with a full belly. 

But perhaps he could be satisfied with getting to hold his pups. After the possibility of never seeing them left him so devastated. 

Obi-wan was quick to the medical ward. Even quicker to be assaulted by the snarling and violent sounds of a rightfully enraged Omega trying to be secured down to a laid back chair and feet stirrups while physically going into labor. 

And perhaps it smelled a little like it too. 

An intimidating smell that made anyone with a sent sensor in some form want to vomit and cower away, not including the dark signature danking every inch of the room, and the angered words and sounds. 

It was all a warning from the lion's den. A mad beast inside ready to kill. 

Obi-wan wasn’t threatened. Not because he was facing an angry Omega. Or even a mother. Or a sith. Those were all things that could have a number of terrifying attributes. 

It was because, as much as he denied it, this was Anakin. His mate.

And currently, his inner alpha was furious at how his mate was being treated.

Forced into a stiff, padded chair instead of allowing him to birth rightfully in a nest, comfortable on his hands and knees to let the natural flow of gravity do more work. That his mate was denied the security and safe feeling of a nest. That the healers and helping Jedi were wrestling his poor, probably tired body down to it. 

He was so scared.l Obi-wan could feel it, as much as his rage outweighed, but he was frightened. He wanted to be safe and they were causing his stress. Stress his mate should not have to deal with on what would arguably be the best day of Obi-wan’s life. 

Absolutely not. 

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Turns out, healers don’t like being hit. Or punched. Or thrown into a wall. Or even their entire pregnancy ward being destroyed by a feral Alpha cleaning out an attached closet and collecting all manner of soft and pillowy materials to make a hidden nest for his contracting mate. 

Who was also still notably angered and hissing, but calmer and only yowling loudly when he finally collapsed into his mate made sanctuary. 

Their encounter had been so violent the last time Kenobi and Skywalker had been near each other. The healers didn’t expect the Omega to be so tame. Although Kenobi did always have an influence the Jedi never could. And he was the father of the pups. 

But, the healers were noticeably and vocally angry. Their rooms were a mess and being locked out of the birthing and listening to quiet noises behind a locked door. 

“Kenobi shouldn't've been anywhere NEAR Coruscant,” One seethed. “You think an Alpha would resist coming to his mate’s aid while giving birth? Perhaps the council has been so quick to disintegrate attachments that they no longer know how they work.”

“Kenobi was off planet,” Windu said, looking at the closed door as others gathered things to pick up and clean. “He said the force was calling him back.”

“Figures the force would want its grandbabies born happily.”

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It took hours before even one Jedi was allowed into the storage closet turned nest. And even then it wasn't a mind healer. Or even a real Jedi. 

The council had informed a party of interest and had her shipped to Coruscant as quickly as possible. And she was rightfully surprised, but someone, not completely unbelieving. 

“They’ve been attached as long as I’ve known them,” Ashoka said, setting her saber on a nearby table while softly knocking on the bottom of the door, kneeling since the pair were no doubt resting in the nest. 

“Since the beginning of the clone wars? Truly?”

“Perhaps not the beginning, so to speak. Just since I was familiar enough with my Master for him to trust me with a secret.” Ashoka said, listening close to the sounds within and his Alpha nose picking up easily on the sents. 

It smelled like a popping broodmare.

“And you did not inform the council?” A jedi asked critically, to which she rolled her eyes.

“No. I didn’t. Unless I wanted to be down a master and sent to the corps.”

Not much was said after when the door slowly slid open, the closet dark and mostly clear besides the shelving units that were immovable, one tipped over onto the floor and most the shelves taken out, like it was being used as a perimeter and the edges of blankets and pillows peaking out. 

Ashoka slowly crawled in, getting closer till she could get a good view. 

It was a respectable nest, for the resources they had on hand, and large. Inside  were the two mates. The sith clothes and belly a little slack, laying on his side and lolwy growling in the back of his throat as a shadow cast from Ashoka's form. And the Jedi laid behind him, gloves and chunky armor tossed off to the side, leaving him in his black, his robes casted off to be used as extra bedding of blankets. 

And there were two pups, wiggling about and attempting to crawl only hours after birth. Only half covered in red and white. Umbilical cords crudely cut and tied off. And a deep red stain in the corner of the nest where they were avoiding 

“Should’ve guessed you’d have twins,” Ashoka said, getting a snarl from the Omega, who was getting ready to rise and strike. But the Alpha behind him started a low rumble as well, stuffing his face in the side of Anakin’s nest and coercing him back to laying down, gold eyes still trained on the togruta. 

The pups weren’t far from them. Mewling and chirping out to which Anakin or Obi-wan would pull them back into them, the poor babes worried they’d been lost and crooning for their mother. 

“Are the fetuses well?”

“They seem fine to me.” Ashoka said back, carefully putting her hand on the edge of the nest, to which Anakin’s eyes married to small black dots and he snarled, up on his knees before the Alpha could pull hims down and arching his head low, stepping over his kin and staring at her like she was about to skin the little ones and eat them living. 

But she gave her hand out a little more, remembering the time she and her master had encountered a feral woman in the wild. It hadn’t gone as smooth as it would now, seeing as the woman had no prior connection to either of them. 

But as soon as he caught a whiff of her scent, his pupils infrared nearly all the way and a loud, rhythmic purr started. He moved forward a bit, startling her when he gently bit her finger and tugged it, trying to get his eldest pup into the safety of the nest as well, where he could protect all his family. 

“Uhh,”Ashoka voiced, reluctant to move. 

“Dearest, no,” Obi-wan said, cupping Anakin’s chin and pulling him off her. The Omega whined at the denial, looking up with big eyes to his Alpha. “Ashoka is much too old to be in the nest. She’s a grown woman.”

As much as she preened at the complement of being a grown woman instead of that little padawan everyone knew, she internally huffed at beginning “too old” to nustle into a comfy nest with her mother. 

Her master. 

And his master didn’t seem to like this answer, letting out a small growl before biting at Obi-wan’s hand in a reprimand, to which the Alpha didn’t even flinch. “She will be able to meet them soon, Dear. Do not worry.” 

The Omega would’ve pouted further if his pups didn’t cry out for his attention, being drawn to Ankain’s chest and searching for food, to which Ashoka cringed and looked away from the nursing. 

“Can’t you give him a blanket to do that under?”

“You were the one who came into our nest.” Obi-wan pointed out, picking up the newborn girl and turning on his back to lay her on his chest, chest rumbling with a purr and her slightly opened eyes fluttering closed at the sound. 

“Right.. So,” She looked back over her shoulder before crossing her arms over the edge of the nest and spoke quietly. “You’re not.. Actually, going to give them to the council, right?”

“Oh, absolutely not.”

“Okay, good.” 

“I'm glad you don’t mind.”

“I don’t think they should have a say on you keeping your pups.” 

“Exactly.”

“So how are you gonna handle the whole Vader thing when he comes back to it, then?”

“I have no clue whatsoever.”

“Ah, your speciality.” 

[teawithapsycho]

It’s been a year since I’ve deep dived into Obikin so in honor of that obsession I’ve created a side blog where I’ll be releasing sneak peaks and fanfics I’m writing about starwar, answer any asks you have, and even do some prompts if I really vibe with them!

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[teawithajedi]

Speak And I Will Bend

Here’s a snippet of one of the fics i’m working on

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Warning for A/b/o, Top Obi-wan, Bottom Anakin

“We’ve been authorized to scout in the asteroid field nearby, but it’ll take nearly three days if we exercise too much caution.”

Anakin’s shoulders and knees were practically creaking with how tense he was holding them. Standing in a position like a soldier at rest would. Feet spread apart to align with his shoulders, chin up, hands behind his back. He could feel a vein in his neck tensing and relaxing against his will, like his body was checking to see if he was alive with how stiff he’d gone. 

But it wasn’t a fault of his own.

“We could save time. Get things moving along faster, if only at the risk of a few safety violations. Speed up a little more. Get our best pilots in those fighters. But it’d leave us possibly vulnerable if the Resolute is attacked in any way. Won’t have the regular pilots to get us out of a tight spot. And we could be risking the lives of some of our best men out there.”

“But we could lose civilians down on the surface if we don’t.”

His voice sounded like it was coming somewhere else. Perhaps from a  speaker or comm that had pre-recorded his thoughts and played them when they came to mind. It sounded much calmer than he currently was. Yet still betrayed the electricity he felt, the live wire that his every nerve seemed to be. Of course, Rex wouldn’t notice, the man only nodding in agreement.

“Exactly.”

His nerves were betrayed to the only one in the room who mattered. The one who caused them. 

“What should you suggest, Captain?”

He could feel his skin start to shake as he breathed, words and the simple feel of his presence nearby enough to shake Anakin to his core.

“My idea? We use some of your men, Sir. Double up with both the 212th and 501st, naturally. But mix in some of our best from each side. Take off some of the safety restrictions– only a few– and try to find the detonation servers as fast as possible. Have some of our less skilled flyers on the field be the second wave to the veterans to do a second over.” The captain said confidently.  “That is, only if you agree, General. It will also leave the Negotiator and the 212th a bit vulnerable to attacks, but not as much as either of us would be if we didn’t divide the difference.”

Anakin hated that he could hear the sound of fine hairs brushing against the standard gloves he knew were wrapped around his master's hands, the right having more wear than the left. Like the hand beneath it, calloused and rough. 

“I can’t see why not. I’d advise meeting with the Commander. Cody has an insight to who maneuvers best among our ranks.” 

“Of course, general.”

“Will that be all, Captain?”

“I believe so.” 

“Then let’s not waste time.” Anakin spoke. 

Rex nodded respectfully, helmet still tucked under his arm securely. “Generals.”

Both Jedi turned to nod and shift while the clone made his way out. Anakin only managed to turn around and cross his arms over his chest. Perhaps convey some sense of relaxedness rather than show that he was tuned tight akin a bow, ready to snap at the lightest pressure. 

The sssslk of the door was much more final than it had been when he had entered. And he had very good insight on why he thought that. 

He hesitated to move at all, only dropping his chin a little and eyes flicking around the ground, the command room rather quiet, save for the slow sounds of the computers and devices constantly running to power the holo map in the middle of the room. 

Anakin hated the quiet. It meant that at some point it would get loud. That it might grow into it or suddenly bang against their eardrums. And he didn’t like not knowing which it would be. Which is the exact reason he had flinched so hard when clear boot steps clicked through the room. Knees tightening and shoulders pushing back, eyes flicking across the floor quicker now, sometimes locking on a random part and holding his breath just to precisely say where the man was. As if he couldn’t reach into the force and feel exactly where his master stood. How far. How close. 

“You’d think you’d be happy to see me.” His master teased, Anakin’s eyes locking in on a red boot and tan clad legs as they came into view, stepping closer and more coming into view. His blue eyes slowly moved up, chin still low and clocking the amused look on Obi-wan’s face as he slowly stepped closer. 

A breath caught on his lips, skin parting a little, indecently as he tried to speak. “I’m happy.” He said, some side of defensive but with no bite. No bark that was usually there. But really, how could there be? At a time like this? 

When he hasn’t seen him in so long?

“Oh really?” The older man asked, raising a brown to a perfect arch when he stopped in front of his former padawan, hands casually folded behind his back. “You look like you’re about to be court-martialed.”

“I’m a Jedi,” Anakin pointed out, chin raised a little to look straight ahead. To look straight at his fellow general. His friend. Confidant. “I didn’t realize we could be.”

“Time changes all things,” Obi-wan spoke softly, his hand coming up and lightly plucking at the dark blue of Anakin’s tabards, thumbing over the frayed edge. The younger man’s arms slowly fell from their crossed place, chest expanding out as the gloved hand traced down to his obi. “What a Jedi can be tried for. What they do for the galaxy,” He listed causally. “Their ideals. Their places… Their path.”

The crackling of energy under his skin pulled to his stomach, central to the skin and even extending to the clothing under a familiar palm. It sang and warbled at the slow pressure pushed into it– and soon Anakin was slowly stepping back with the guide of his master’s hand, eyes locked on one another and careful steps taken in time. 

Only when the sure surface of the outer counsel met his back did they stop, did Anakin allow his shoulders to move with his breathing. Did he allow to show how the observation and current consideration Obi-wan was taking over him was having effect. Having the hand dropped only intensified the current of lightning charging the space between them, no longer honed in the point of contact and all encompassing. Stilling the air between them like it was thick and malleable. 

Anakin knew he was going to touch him. But waiting was what killed him. How long his master would look and wait. How long he’d stretch a need. His master was impossible.

Having him wait is what made Anakin flinch when he did move, body about ready to combust when his head slowly bent down, tilting to the side and eyes trailing over his neck, breath hardly even detectable over the robes and unusually missing chestplate. And force was Anakin grateful it was gone. Or else his master wouldn’t have been able to curl his fingers around the edge of his tabards, his tunics, and yank it over, ignoring the shuttering gasp his once padawan gave at the strength and sudden shift. 

He wouldn’t have been able to lean down and stuff his face in the crease of his neck, making Anakin’s knees go unstable and shaky as a beard rubbed into the skin, over the marks, over the scent gland and claiming bite. 

Mate. 

[teawithajedi]

Oh my lawd I have been scribbling some intense Obikin a/b/o prompts and WISHING someone would write them properly!! Where do I starrrrt?? 🥴

Start where ever you want pardner! I’m up for all suggestions! Or at least most of them. 

It will take me a bit of time to writer on account of my new job, but it’ll get out between a few days!

[teawithapsycho]

Ok lemme try this!

A/B/O: Darth Vader (AU no burns) got preg by Obi Wan before he turned. Months later the Jedi capture him & Obi Wan is there just as he goes into labour 🫢

I will answer this one, but it'll be in @TeaWithAJedi