Some brief obikin shenanigans for the beautiful and brilliant @temple-mistress on her birthday!
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It only takes Obi-Wan a few minutes to realize, in the midst of the party’s general commotion, that Anakin has disappeared.
Obi-Wan knows his partner—his alpha; gods, Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite gotten used to that—well enough to know that Anakin won’t have gone far. Between their Force bond and the lingering traces of Anakin’s scent, Obi-Wan tracks Anakin down on one of the upper balconies.
“Not in the party mood?” Obi-Wan asks, sitting astride the windowsill for a moment before levering himself outside. He closes the window behind him, then pulls the drape, leaving the two of them in relative privacy. “Or is something on your mind?”
Anakin shakes his head, smiling ruefully. “No, it’s a good party,” he says, glancing back at Obi-Wan before returning his attention to the slowly darkening sky. “It’s just… I’m tired of having to behave myself.”
Obi-Wan hums in understanding. “They are less conservative than some of our previous hosts,” he observes. His hands clasped almost casually behind his back, he steps up beside Anakin, their shoulders close but not quite touching. “I don’t believe a public display of affection would be out of line.”
A slow exhale is Anakin’s only reply at first. “It would be playing with fire,” he says finally, a note of longing in his voice.
“Ah.” Obi-Wan knows how Anakin struggles with the… impropriety of his alpha instincts. He doesn’t begrudge Anakin maintaining a kind of public reserve. “Well, we’re alone out here, aren’t we?”
Anakin turns his head a fraction, his eyes flickering with interest.
Obi-Wan’s chin tilts up. The nearly unconscious gesture leaves the column of his neck more exposed, and he sees Anakin’s nostrils flare. Aware that his pulse has started to flutter faster, Obi-Wan reaches up, caressing Anakin’s cheek, subtly encouraging Anakin to scent his wrist.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, grazing Obi-Wan’s pulse point first with his nose, then with his lips.
After a few indulgent moments, Obi-Wan withdraws his hand. Something heated passes between them, a mix of expressions and scents, and Obi-Wan swallows against the urge to grip Anakin’s tunics and demand a kiss. Instead, he steps back a few paces, raising his eyebrows in something halfway between a challenge and a tease. One corner of his mouth quirks up.
Anakin lets out a growl—a rumbling thing low in his throat—and surges forward, closing the distance between them.
Obi-Wan expects Anakin’s lips on his, but instead Anakin seeks out Obi-Wan’s mating bite, not entirely concealed by the open collar of his tunic. “Kriffing hells, you smell good,” Anakin huffs, his breath impossibly warm against Obi-Wan’s skin. He crowds Obi-Wan back against the other side of the balcony, pressing their bodies flush together.
Oh, gods. Anakin is clearly as desperately hard as Obi-Wan is—and suddenly all Obi-Wan wants is for his alpha to surround him, to knot him, to make a mess of him.
“Stang, Master.” Lips and tongue skim over Obi-Wan’s mating bite, and Obi-Wan shudders when Anakin’s teeth trace over the faded mark. “Want to fuck you.”
“You should,” Obi-Wan gasps without thinking.
Anakin draws back to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. His eyes are a storm of desire, their familiar blue blown nearly black. “Do you mean it?”
The alpha arousal in the air is making it hard to think. Obi-Wan nods. “You did say you were tired of behaving,” he murmurs. “So perhaps we could both stand to”—a ragged inhale as Anakin rocks their hips together—“misbehave.”
You know what hurts?
I have an unfinished 16k wip for obikin with Omega obi-wna sitting in my google docs right now.
And it's bad.
It's really bad.
It's awful.
I spent 16k words on an awful unfinished wip from maybe three years ago.
This suck.
Chapter 1 - Summary:
"I've got you," he promised, whispering into Obi-Wan's ear. "I'll give you what you need." He rolled his hips forward, thrusting his cock inside Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan threw his head back, hand coming up, tangling in Anakin's curls.
hi! i just happened upon ur blog and ur writing is so fucking good i swtg. if u aren’t already swamped with requests, i was wondering if you’d do another a/b/o fic for anakin? i love me some omega verse and ur first was soooo good! all love ❤️
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Pairing: Yandere! Alpha!Anakin Skywalker X Omega! f!Reader
Summary: You're with an alpha and you don't remember anything.
Warning: Smut, non-con, kidnapped reader
A/N: Hi! I'm so happy to hear that, thank you so much 💜 I hope I can write something makes you happy again☘ As you didn't specify the gender, I wrote the reader as fem like my first Alpha Anakin post. If that disappoints you, please let me know.
At a time when omegas were so rare and precious, it wasn't strange for Anakin to be obsessed with his omega. While the stray alphas howled in hopes of finding an omega they would adore, Anakin buried his face in the neck of his omega lying on his bed, his teeth running her soft skin. To an alpha, an omega meant everything. And Anakin had everything. In his bed. You were lying down with your divine beauty and warmth. With every squirm and soft moan you let out, you activated all of Anakin's senses.
Oh, how lucky he was.
Just like lonely and needy alphas would if they found an omega.
"My angel" he kissed your neck where his teeth were grinding and turned his face to your parted lips. "Do you want anything? Tell me, it's yours."
"Mmh" You muttered, trapped under his heavy body. Your eyes were closed, couldn't gather your thoughts. There was a kind of numbness in your body.
He leant down to taste your parted lips for the hundredth time. "Stay in bed and rest. I'll take care of the rest."
Anakin kissed you one last time before getting out of bed. Then he made you ache by wrapping your naked and extremely sensitive body in a soft blanket. "I don't want you to be cold."
He wanted to personally meet them to make the best quality and most delicious preparations for you. Before leaving the room, he headed for the bathroom and brought his naked body straight under the shower. He was in a hurry, his precious omega needed the best services. After the shower, he quickly dressed and left the room.
You were trying to collect your thoughts while you were lying on the bed with your numb body, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't. What you could remember was limited. How did you end up in bed with an alpha… I guess that would remain a mystery.
It took a few moments for you to sit up slowly. You gripped the blanket tightly and looked around. You were on a large bed in the middle of a huge, black room. Your clothes were scattered around. Ripped.
You slowly dangled your feet off the bed. As your legs moved, the fluid between them created slipperiness. An intense lubrication that begins to flow towards your feet. Then you felt a pain in your neck. As soon as you realized what had happened to you, your eyes filled with tears.
You tried to get up as fast as you could. Your whole body was shaking as your feet touched the ground. After taking a few steps, you couldn't carry yourself and collapsed to the ground. When Anakin returned to the room and saw you crying on the floor, quickly ran towards you. He couldn't help grabbing your revealed soft breasts and hard nipples as he pulled the blanket back to your body. After picking you up and placing you back on the bed, he checked every part of your body to make sure you were okay. With unnecessarily long and intense touches.
"My angel, why did you get out of bed? What happened?"
You couldn't hold back your sobs. Anakin tore you from the blanket and pulled you towards him, patting your back. "Why are you crying my angel?"
"Y-you..." You couldn't put words together. You couldn't even gather your thoughts.
"Shh, my love. Don't tire yourself, you're too weak." He knew exactly why you had gotten out of bed as he passionately kissed your tear-stained lips. And he would never let that happen.
He started to take off his clothes as he laid you back on the bed. "Soon the preparations will be completed. Just as worthy of you, beautiful and delicious just like you..." After he got rid of his clothes, he parted your legs. Brought his hand to your extremely slippery and sensitive spot, causing you to moan loudly. He pressed his mouth to one of your breasts as his eyes darkened, placing your legs on his shoulders. "I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy. I'll take good care of you. I swear."
He growled as he started to move slowly. "My mate. My omega. Mine. All mine."
“Wow.” Anakin spoke. His finger poking through the crib to caress her toes. He’s only been there an hour and most of his time has been holding Obi-Wan's hand or being enamored with their daughter.
“I put her in you.” Anakin said.
Obi- Wan chuckled. “Indeed you did.” Squeezing Anakin’s hand.
“The next one will be on purpose.” Tearing his eyes away from his daughter to look at his omega. Golden eyes shining bright with happiness.
“And what will I be doing while you leave me barefoot and pregnant?” He joked.
Tags: Mpreg, ObiKin, Omega Obi Wan, Alpha Anakin, OC kid, Luke and the gang as their kids, Sith Tribe, Jedi Clan, Tribal AU, no Jedi order
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Obi-Wan stared over the balcony at his 16 year old daughter practicing her fighting with her mentor, Ahsoka. Mera, her name, was officially the age deemed by the Sith Empire to mate. Even after living in the empire for 16 years, their mating practice left a bad taste in his mouth. When he was among the Jedi Clan, mating was a year-long process and then a dowry was usually offered for the beta or omega in question.
By the Sith standards, if the Alpha was able to overcome the beta or omega and complete a successful knotting and scenting, they were able to go to the next step and fight the Patriarch of their family and either defeat them or be deemed worthy as a protector and provider.
Mera would scoff whenever he would bring up the Jedi way of mating. She thought it took too long and didn’t show off the physical skills needed in the long term. In a way she was right, but she was also a child born in luxury and just as impatient as her father. She would also counter that Anakin and him didn’t do it the Jedi way.
Anakin and him were a rare case, a rare case that ended up with him being banned from the Jedi clan the moment he gave birth to a golden eyed child. An instant marker of the Sith.
It’s not that the Jedi and the Sith didn’t get along. They often did trading together and celebrated moments together when all the clans and empires were required in attendance. They didn't respect each other's mating practices and were often a sore spot if brought up. The Jedi didn’t want their children’s first time being taken from them and the Sith didn’t want to invest money in someone they couldn’t taste first.
As long as civil conversation was had, good times followed.
It was during a good time that he met Anakin for the first time. As the son of the Emperor, he would often be at festivals in his father’s stead. Obi-Wan was an apprentice of Qui-Gon, the blacksmith of the royal family and was used to talking with royals of various kingdoms and didn’t think too much when he first spoke with Anakin. He was 21 while Anakin was 16. As an omega, he fit the stereotype of loving children and saw Anakin as such.
Back then he wished he knew the seriousness of hugging a 16 year old Sith Alpha, of holding their hand as they walked around the village together, of letting them get you a gift. Mind you, the gift was just a simple flower from a booth. He thought the intense stare from those golden eyes was from being overwhelmed by being on his first diplomatic visit alone, and not from using all the willpower he had to not rape Obi-Wan.
Unlike him, Anakin grew up studying customs of the clans they often interacted with. He was not a royal and didn’t think he would ever mate someone outside of his clan, especially a Sith. His husband would still tease him for his obliviousness after almost 20 years together.
The following years they grew a friendship. Anakin asked to not be hugged anymore, which Obi-Wan responded with a pout because he found Anakin so adorable, but he valued their growing friendship. It wasn’t until Anakin turned 20, that he saw him as a man. His golden eyes got a deeper hue, his hair grew out from his usually cropped cut and he had a robotic arm. An event which was tragic should not be attractive, but it was because Anakin told him the tale in his post-puberty voice. Deep-rich baritone.
That intense stare never left from their first meeting. Yet, Obi-Wan now found himself subtly responding.
When Anakin finished his tale of the improvements he was going to make to his arm. Obi-Wan grabbed the arm in question, lacing their fingers together. Feeling the smooth texture of the technology the Sith were known for.
“Can you feel me?” Obi-Wan said.
“I’d make it so, if I wasn’t able to before.” His young friend responded with the intensity he was famous for.
“You’d banned me from hugs all those years ago. Didn’t think you’d like my touch.“ He teased.
Anakin didn’t respond. He didn’t have too. Obi-Wan knew how much he was valued by his friend. An Omega and an Alpha being friends were one thing, but an Omega Jedi and an Alpha Sith prince was another. His master often warned him to be careful with Anakin and he never saw the need to heed his master’s warning before, until this night. He needed to reel in his feelings because their relationship could never go far.
He carefully unlaced his fingers and spoke. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”
Anakin had some free time during this trip since his mother came along with him and took Obi-Wan out to the bar to eat. They’ve been there for quite some time, so there was truth to the statement. The other reason was just to simply sort out his new feelings alone.
Anakin nodded. “I’ll walk you home.” As he often did during his visits as if Obi-Wan wasn’t in his own town of birth. He sometimes wishes Omega’s were able to travel without an escort. Most of his friends were fellow Omegas and for some reason Qui-Gon would never take Obi-Wan with him when he went to the Sith Empire for exotic supplies. Anakin once told him Sith Omegas were able to travel alone; for the first time he started to feel resentment for his clan.
Anakin paid for their meals, then re-laced their hands together while he walked Obi-Wan home.
Obi-Wan did most of the talking on their short journey to his apartment. Anakin listening and motioning his thumb across Obi-Wan's fingers.
The hand he usually uses to open the door was locked with Anakin’s. He motioned for his fingers to be released, but his friend held on.
“Ana--”
“Do you see me now?” Anakin not looking at him, but looking at his hand fiddling with the strings of Obi-Wan’s work pants.
Obi-wan let out a sigh. “I always see you.”
“No, you finally return my stares.”
He felt a blush creep up. He thought he was subtle. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as he let the back of his head hit his front door. “Your tale of losing your arm deserved my full attention.” He deflected.
Those fingers stopped playing with him. He could hear the smile on his friend’s lips. “Let me come in.”
Opening and narrowing his eyes at Anakin. Playful eyes met him.
He was ready to tell him no, ready to tell him that he would see him tomorrow at the castle to talk about the piece he wanted commissioned for his mother, ready to tell him he didn’t want his apartment to smell like an Alpha that didn’t live with him for the withdrawal symptoms would leave him out of commission for a few days. Ready to--
“Okay”
The events that happened in that apartment were repeated for years to come. Not during every visit that Anakin made to their town, but enough that by age 28 he gave birth to their first child, Mera. A pregnancy he didn’t know about until Qui-Gon rushed him to the hospital from his workshop.
He thought he was just gaining weight from the stress of Qui-Gon finally retiring and preparing to leave the workload to him and Cody. He did miss his yearly heat, but again, stress.
While in the process of pushing Mera into life, his mind raced of all of the things he might have done or eaten wrong during the last 9 months. He hasn’t been able to see Anakin who was grieving the loss of his mother and was working more intently by his father’s side. They were both going through important transitions in their lives and another was making its way out of him.
He was crying and praying that she didn’t look like Anakin, that he would have more time to process this change. He could easily lie about her being a one night stand, but staying with the Jedi must not have been in his cards, for the moment she was placed in his arms. Golden eyes peered back at him.
He couldn’t stop crying. The events in motion were becoming too overwhelming. The nurses took his child from his arms to clean her up and get her vitals. He knew he’d see her again soon and curl to his side to take a moment to himself.
12 years of apprenticeship gone. A child that if he knew about earlier would have easily been aborted, now growing warm in his heart. Guilt over letting Cody and Qui-Gon down. Anakin…. ANAKIN! He groaned inwardly. He gave birth to the newest royal of the SIth Empire. If she would be accepted. The mating of both of their clans were not respected.
He got his answer a week later when Mace Windu, a council member, visited him in his temporary home. Most omegas could stay in the hospital apartments for up to 3 months to learn about parenthood, have their sickly child monitored or for any other reason. Personally, he saw no reason to go back to a home that he wouldn’t be able to raise his child in.
“Kenobi.” Mace greeted him.
“Good afternoon Sir Windu.” He said, closing the door, motioning his hand to the nearest table.
When they were both seated, Mace cleared his throat to speak. “How are you fairing?”
Obi-Wan released a lifeless chuckle. “Haven’t been sleeping too well, for both Mera and waiting on word from the council” He said making eye contact with Mace. Mace returned his stare. Showing no signs of remorse.
“Mera is a nice name.”
“Thank you.” A moment of silence followed.
“A fitting name for Sith royalty.” He shouldn’t be surprised at the council’s correct guess about the other parent. Anakin was the only Sith he gave most of his time to, Asajj a close second.
Too tired to show shock he replied. “If she is accepted.”
Mace let out a breath of laughter. Like it was an inside joke. “Oh, she is accepted all right. You as well.”
Groaning, he leaned over the table, rubbing his eyes. “Of course, you told Anakin before I could.”
“Well you have been indisposed.”
Frustration seeped into his voice. “It’s only been a week.” Jerking his hands away from his face.
Looking unfazed. “And you only have five more before your banishment starts, Obi-Wan.” Arms crossed as he spoke.
Any fight in him left. In between feeding Mera and trying to sleep, his thoughts have been plagued by not knowing where he would be going next. He knew banishment would happen, but a small part of him thought he’d be an exception from having favor with the Jedi Royals. Favor can only get one so far, when the council and ancient rules are involved.
He could only assume he would be living among the royals, either as a concubine or as the mate of Anakin. He would rather be a mate, but he was going to be living among the Sith and didn’t know how a former Jedi would be accepted.
“How did Anakin react?”
Mace looked as if he was choosing his words carefully. “Intense.”
Obi-Wan smiled. That sounded like his Anakin.
“He wants to see you soon. He would have come within a week's time, but we told him you weren’t in a state to travel at the moment. So you’ll see your mate in the next five weeks.”
“He’s not my mate.”
“Obi-Wan, I care not know what title you two have, but the man is intent on having you around him. He always has been.” Mace took that as his sign to leave. Obi-Wan got up to walk him to the door.
Before stepping over the threshold, he spoke again. “Take care of yourself, young one. Even though we are just following the law, this may not be the last time we see each other.”
Obi-Wan felt unsure and overwhelmed to respond. So he just smiled.
Mace seemed to silently understand and returned the gesture. Obi-Wan waved goodbye as he closed the door.
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Five weeks have passed. Bags were packed, yet a pair of parents sat on the floor of a nursery in Obi-Wan's temporary home, watching their daughter naw on her fingers.
“Wow.” Anakin spoke. His finger poking through the crib to caress her toes. He’s only been there an hour and most of his time has been holding Obi-Wan's hand or being enamored with their daughter.
“I put her in you.” Anakin said.
Obi- Wan chuckled. “Indeed you did.” Squeezing Anakin’s hand.
“The next one will be on purpose.” Tearing his eyes away from his daughter to look at his omega. Golden eyes shining bright with happiness.
“And what will I be doing while you leave me barefoot and pregnant?” He joked.
“Anything you want.” The Alpha said. “You can continue being a blacksmith, but that may be put on the back burner between being a mother and ruling alongside me once my father retires.”
That caught his attention. “I am to be Queen?”
Anakin narrowed his eyes as if he said something stupid. “Of course. What else did you think you would be?”
He knew logically being Queen was an option, but hearing it said out loud made him want to draw his hand away from Anakin’s. Yet, when he tried, his hand in question wasn’t being released from Anakin’s grasp.
“Tell me what is on your mind?” He glanced at Mera one more time before turning his full attention to Obi-Wan.
In that moment, Obi-Wan realized how much he has let these last few weeks wreck his level of confidence. He doesn’t know if it was the drop in hormone levels, or the change in residence or because he was finally able to be with the Alpha he’s always been soft on. If he was to be Queen, he didn’t want to be one that was addicted to self-sabotaging. He knows all about Anakin’s life and vice-versa, so why not be honest like he always was.
From being single to having an almost whole family in a matter of weeks was overwhelming, but he was tired of being overwhelmed. Of having a pity party. He had an Alpha with resources that has always been entranced with him that wanted to give him anything. He wanted to be Queen, he wanted to finally see the Sith Empire, and to be an omega that finally travels without a chaperone. Even though being a Queen Omega would probably make the chaperone more intense. He smiled at the thought.
“Obi-Wan?”
Oh right, Anakin. Instead of responding, he hikes up his nightgown to crawl into Anakin’s lap. His hand was released from Anakin’s grasp as he used both to wrap around his Alpha’s shoulders.
Anakin went from confused to pleased in a matter of seconds. His hands going under that nightgown, one rested on his hip, the other dipping into his panties. Pleased to have his omega in his lap after such a long time apart.
Anakin always loved doing non-sexual sexual touches. His fingers are currently grazing his vagina. Stroking back and forth, coating his fingers in his slick. His sex drive isn’t as high as most stereotypical Alphas, but simply being close to Obi-Wan touching his chest, or licking his neck as his fingers caress him keeps him grounded and secure.
Being older, he didn’t think Anakin could teach him anything new, but the young Alpha’s fascination with intimacy over sex was something Obi-Wan didn’t know he would love so much. He felt important every time Anakin touched him. Even with gaps over the years between their visits, he hasn’t taken another once they started.
Obi-Wan tugs Anakin closer when he feels one than two fingers enter him. They don’t move. Just enjoying the warmth, Obi-Wan’s body has to offer.
Anakin tucks his head under Obi-Wans head. “I’ve missed you.” He groans.
“I’ve missed you as well, Dear One.” He kisses the tuft of dark blonde hair in front of him. “Anakin?”
“Yes?”
“I want to mate.”
“In which way?”
“The Sith way.” He replied.
The fingers in him press in just the right spot which causes him to jerk back. Arms straight, but still holding on to Anakin.
“So you’ve finally started studying something other than the Jedi Code?” He chuckles. Watching Obi-Wan hold in his moans. He made sure over the years to know his omega’s body inside and out. He always knew he wanted Obi-Wan, but didn’t know how to make it so with their customs being so different. He glances over to Mera who is now asleep and knows he will always be grateful for her existence, for without it, he doubts he would have been able to get his prize for the rest of eternity.
He’s also grateful that Obi-Wan chose the Sith Way of mating. The Jedi way is so boring. After the courting process is done, they simply bite. The Sith way is more to his style. After the Alpha has knotted, each person uses a knife dipped in their own blood and carves up to three runes into the other person's body. Doesn’t matter the size or where it is placed, it's about the trust and control one can have over the other’s body.
He smiles. Obi-Wan must know which runes he wants to carve into him. He'll have to speak with his Uncle Dooku who specializes in runes. He was the one that helped his Father choose the ones with his mother and they had a beautiful marriage.
He takes his fingers out of Obi-Wan, who gasps from finally getting a moment to breathe from Anakin’s relentless attack on his G-Spot, and rubs the remaining slick onto Obi-Wan's stomach. Imagining what runes he may want to put there. Barefoot and pregnant sounds about right. Thinking of what Obi-Wan said earlier.
“May I reply now?”
“I never said you couldn’t.” He jokes.
Obi-Wan flicks his nose. He smiles. “Yes, as you said. I’ve been studying other than the Jedi Code. Seeing as I did birth a Sith. Best to learn about my new life.”
"So you know about the runes?”
“I know about it, but I don’t know which runes I want to use on you. Feels like I’ll have so much control over you.”
“Do not worry. The runes cannot be used for death or to cause ill. It’s just meant to enhance the joy and our bond.”
Obi-Wan looks skeptical, but nods. He knows he’ll have time to study all about that.
“Hey.” He says. Squeezing Obi-Wan at his waist.
He pushes a curl out of Anakin’s face. “Hey.”
“I love you.” He finally gets to say out loud,
“And I you, dear one.” His truth being released as well.
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Returning to the present by his daughter groaning from being disarmed by Ahsoka.
“Fuck!” She cries.
He has long given up on correcting her language. As long as she knows when to not use it. He no longer cares.
Mining that head of his youngest child, Luke, in his lap, he stands up. He carefully lays his head onto the couch. His black robes swoosh behind him as he walks over to the ledge of the balcony.
“Mera.”
“I know, I know, my language.”
Ahsoka laughs.
“No, Mera. It’s almost supper. Go get cleaned up.” He turns to Ahsoka. “Will you be joining us tonight?”
He sees his daughter, pleading with her to say yes. Ahsoka looks as if she is thinking hard about it, but says yes. He thinks her real reason for joining tonight is to flirt with their new Captain, Rex.
From being strong in her own right and being the adopted child of Dooku, most that have tried to rape her end up failing. Being almost thirty, she was ready to settle down, and as she told Obi-Wan one night over drinks, he looked like he could get her bleeding and pregnant on the first try.
Excited to know Ahsoka would be staying, Mera grabbed her arm to pull her off to her room. One child napping, while the other was preparing for supper. He wondered where his other two were.
His answer was a loud scream of Leia and Anakin coming through the door. Her on his shoulders, giggling and tugging at his hair.
He looked over to Luke and saw he was still sleeping. Not surprised. He could sleep like the dead. Leaving the balcony and closing the door slightly, he greeted his wild family.
“Daddy is a horse.” Tugging harder at his hair. Anakin looked happy yet, pleading for his omega’s help.
“Daddy is a mighty fine horse.” He came closer to pet Anakin’s face. “Has your horse been fed and given water?”
She gasped. “No!” She let go of her Daddy’s hair to reach for Obi-Wan. He pulled her off his mate’s shoulders, who sighed in relief, and held her close. “Mom, I need to feed him,”
He swayed back and forth holding her. A habit he has every time one of his kids is in his arms. “Well supper will be soon, why don’t you go help the cook prepare a meal for Daddy?”
She smiled at the idea and wiggled to be let down. Once her feet hit the floor she was gone. Leia was always on the go, while her twin Luke, was satisfied reading next to his Mother.
“Thank you” Anakin stepped closer. Pulling Obi-Wan closer, rubbing the spot on his hip that held a rune that was carved so long ago.
“Of course. You’re too young to be losing hair, especially to our little hellion known as Leia.” He laid a hand on the back of Anakin's neck, a rune there as well, and pulled him closer to give him a kiss.
“I’ve missed you.” Anakin said into their kiss. Slipping his tongue between the plump lips of his mate.
Obi-Wan moved his hand into Anakin’s hair to scratch at his scalp. Using his index finger to tap morse code into the scalp beneath his hand.
He would have like to continue kissing until supper, but a voice of:
“Eww” Interrupted them. The voice of his last missing child. Han.
Keeping his hand on Obi-Wan’s waist, he turned to his second oldest. “Where have you been?”
“Swimming in the lake with Chewy and Lando.” He said. Leaning against the door frame. Ahh yes, that behemoth of a dog that never left Han’s side. Anakin liked to bring home items when he went on diplomatic trips without his family and Chewy one of those things.
Obi-Wan instantly thought of the mess that the dog could make. He didn’t want the cleaning staff to clean up something that their children made. “Where is that dog? I see you are dry.”
“Don’t worry, Mom, Lando and I already dried and cleaned up the mess in the hallway.”
“Hello, Mister and Mrs. Skywalker.” The voice of Lando drifting from the hallway.
“Hello, Lando.” Said Obi-Wan.
“What wasn’t what your mother asked. Where is the dog?”
“Ummm” He fiddled with his fingers. Looking elsewhere.
“Ummm?” Anakin parroted.
“In my room. You see we were trying to clean Chewy, but he didn’t want to be bathe so I left him in my room where--”
“Where he could make an even bigger mess and see if I’ll help you wrangle your dog in?” Anakin finished. Letting go of Obi-Wan and walking toward his son.
Han smiled. “Wow, Dad, you’re a mind reader.”
Smacking his kid upside the head. “No, I just know your antics by now.” He looked at Lando. “You staying the night?”
“If that is okay, Sir.”
The child was like their honorary fifth and like their honorary fifth. “Ow.” He gets smack upside the head as well.
“Of course, kid. Come on, let's clean up this mess.” He blew Obi-Wan a kiss before following them to Han’s room.
WIth them gone, he turned his attention to his child that was finally awake. He crouched down and watched Luke get off of the balcony’s couch and run into his arms.
Holding him close as he stood, swaying side to side. “Did you nap well my dear?”
Luke nodded into his mother’s neck. “Are you hungry?” Another nod.
“Okay”
Making sure he had a good grip on his youngest, he turned toward the door. Closing it behind him as he prepared for another night in the Skywalker household.
Let’s Do It Again | Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader | Slight NSFW!
Note: Inspired by the song Do It Again by Pia Mia, Chris Brown, Tyga. I listened to the song on the bus and then wrote this quickly. It’s really just a short oneshot not really corrected either, sorry xD
Fandom: Star Wars
Warnings: Alternative Universe, A/B/O, Slight NSFW, Anakin Cheated
Summary: His memory of the night was fuzzy, but Anakin knew three things. Firstly, he had sex with someone else than his lover Padmé. Secondly, that person was an Omega. And finally, he fucking marked the stranger.
Word Count: 1′555
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Anakin fucked up. That may not be pretty specific because he fucked up often, but most of the time, he was able to fix it. This time...
He wasn't so sure.
He breathed in slowly, the strong smell of flowers, alcohol, and blood still lingering around him. He cupped his face with his hands and sighed.
"I messed up."
And it was the truth. Him lying naked in a bed that wasn't his, the iron taste of blood in his mouth, he fucked up big time. He marked someone. And it wasn't Padmé. God fucking dammit.
To be fair, he was really drunk yesterday. Wouldn't everyone be after finding out that the parents of their supposedly future wife didn't want them to mark their daughter? Well, after those devastating news were thrown at his face he got shitfaced and then met that woman.
God, his mind was so blurry he couldn't even remember her face, much less her name. But she had breathtaking pheromones and feisty claws. He remembered her whispering into his ears that she wouldn't let herself be suppressed by him and then her dragging her fingernails across his back, drawing blood.
He had never met such a kinky woman. Not that he often had the chance with him being part of the Jedi order and him usually not hanging out in the underworld of Coruscant.
But damn, that enchantress, yes, he could call her that because he was literally swept away by her pheromones and the sweet words of hers in his ears.
He sighed again, guilt gnawing away at his heart. Padmé had told him she would convince her parents to change their minds. She would take care of it. So that they would be able to finally make their relationship official. But now he had gone and done it.
He loved Padmé with his whole heart however there was a stab in his chest after this night, reminding him of the fact, that somewhere out there was another Omega who belonged to him, and he couldn't stop himself from growling lowly. He couldn't suppress his instincts.
Right now, he hated being born as an Alpha and being so stupid. If he were a good Jedi, he would have meditated to calm himself down but instead, he had gone out of the Jedi temple to visit the lower levels of Coruscant to get drunk, meeting the potential doom of his and Padmé's relationship. But he would fix this mess.
Let's just never meet that woman again. I can go without her, an Alpha is able to live without the one they marked. I'm sure she would not dare to search for me in the Jedi temple. The general public does not know that the order allows Alpha and Omega relationships, I should be safe. His pounding heart slowed down a little. It would be fine.
But first, he had to get rid of the stranger's lingering scent.
-
Anakin was successful. Successful in removing the scent of the Omega he had marked and successful in hiding his mistake. At first, he wanted to tell Padmé, but he couldn't. His pride wouldn't let him.
If he told her, it would be proof that he was unsuited for her as her parents had said. But he couldn't acknowledge that. It would break him, would remind him of the fact that he and Padmé were born into different worlds.
He was raised as a slave and marking a stranger wasn't such a big deal on Tattooine. For Padmé who became Queen of Naboo and then a senator... Not only were the customs on Naboo different but she also held an important position.
If it came out that her future husband had already marked another Omega... It would not only damage her reputation it could also potentially ruin her career.
So he tried to forget that one night, tried to ignore the growing impatience he felt, the pent up desires, and the Alpha in him telling him to find his Omega to mate with her again.
But it was hard. Really hard.
He found himself way too often in sweaty bedsheets, in his pants the proof of a wet dream about the stranger from that night.
The guilt ate him alive, and he drifted away from Padmé, feeling uneasy around her, always paranoid that she found out what he had done.
And it slowly dawned on him that he couldn't save their relationship anymore, because the moment he had let the other woman kiss him that night, his and Padmé's love had already been doomed.
-
They broke up.
In the end, Anakin couldn't deal with his guilty conscience anymore. He told Padmé everything. And he was able to see how her heart shattered.
He expected her to be angry, to curse him but she held no contempt in her eyes. After he had explained to her what happened that night, or at least what he could remember, she was silent for a long time.
When she opened her mouth, he flinched, expecting a scream or shout but only a whisper left her lips:
"Leave."
He said her name and wanted to continue but she interrupted him, again telling him to leave, her voice slightly breaking. Her utter rejection hurt him too.
Of course, he couldn't expect forgiveness for his actions, because he cheated, but he had hoped to... He couldn't even say what he hoped for.
He didn't deserve any of it.
So he stood up, looking at her sitting on the couch of her apartment. "Padmé..." He knew she would cry after he left, therefore he hesitated, uncertainly reaching out for her, but she swatted his hand away.
"Go! Anakin, leave, and don't you dare come back!"
He left.
But he was sure that he had left his heart with her that day.
-
Eight months later, he stepped off the spaceship that brought him to Lothal, his former Master, and his padawan in tow.
Ahsoka sighed contently after looking at the vast grass plains.
"It's peaceful here, I like it."
Obi-Wan seemingly wanted to agree but got interrupted by the landing canon boat ships, and the three Jedi turned to the arriving clones.
"Generals."
Captain Rex saluted, and Anakin nodded at him.
"The 707th squad should arrive soon."
The clone's eyebrows knitted, Anakin watched him and asked himself why Rex seemed worried. Then he remembered the rumors Ahsoka mentioned during their flight here.
The 707th's general was supposed to be a strict Jedi who held no mercy for the enemy and whose actions were often deemed too violent to be a Jedi's by the council.
His padawan beside him stiffened too, and Obi-Wan stroke his beard in deep thought.
He clenched his fists. He wouldn't let anyone of his troop get hurt. They would do their jobs here and then leave immediately.
He didn't care whether the rumors about the Jedi were true or not. He just wanted to go back home to Coruscant so that he could try to call Padmé once more. He needed to talk to her one more time, he was sure that she would listen to him no- Suddenly five canon boats appeared on the horizon.
They were all colored completely black, giving them a slightly intimidating appearance. They flew at a dangerously high speed, and it only took a few seconds for them to reach the landing platform.
Suddenly, Anakin's intestines churned. A fiery heat crawled up his torso and then his neck, and a raspy sound escaped his throat. His instincts rang the alarm bell, and his senses spread quickly. The force called out to him, and a strangely familiar and addictive scent entered his nostrils.
No, no, no, don't tell me...!!
His fists clenched. Obi-Wan suddenly turned his head around to watch him surprised, a small blush on his cheeks.
"Anakin...", his tone warning him as he retreated from the side of his former padawan.
Ahsoka next to him subconsciously bared her sharp Togruta teeth.
"Master", she growled, also stepping away from him, his sudden Alpha pheromones too overbearing.
His padawan was an Alpha herself but he had always oppressed her when it came to their pheromones.
However, that didn't mean that she wouldn't fight him. But right now she seemed to know that something had ticked Anakin off, so she could only stand protectively in front of Obi-Wan, the only Omega in their company right now, who seemed to be disturbed from his former student's sudden pheromone release.
The clones around them were unaffected since all of them were Betas.
Anakin only partly registered the distress of his former Master and his padawan as he was concentrating more on the newly arriving clones and the owner of the scent that had burned itself into his nose.
"It's her", he groaned and it was partly a sigh but also a moan, proof of the arousal that flared in his chest right now.
The woman was here. His Omega was here.
Suddenly his Pants felt a lot tighter.
The door of the last black canon boat ship opened, silky h/c hair danced in the winds of Lothal and black Jedi robes swayed slowly with every step their owner took.
A smirk painted the woman's lips and although there was a 200 meters distance between them, he could somehow still understand what she said:
I like your ask answer about what happens to omegas when their alphas die. I picture in a star wars abo au where this explains better why padme dies. She believes anakin is dead, killed on mustafar. She is incredibly strong for staying alive long enough to give birth to her twins before the grief becomes too much and she passes away.
Anidala ABO is perhaps the saddest AU of them all 😭
Padmé feels Anakin die but he’s just turned to the dark side—but her alpha isn’t Vader, it’s Anakin. She feels every essence of her mate fade away as though he’s dying and being replaced with the darkness of Vader. She can’t hold on. There’s still good in him but without Anakin to hold her and be with her and be the father to her beautiful little pups, she can’t fight past the grief and she passes away.
That’s why Vader asks if Padmé is alright, if she’s alive, because he didn’t feel her die; he isn’t her mate. Anakin was—is.
