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teawithajedi · 2 years ago

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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.

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“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.”

#Didn't know how to end it #then they escape and anakin is good #even thougt he's a sith #teawithajedi #kindarushed cause i have work soon

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