It's a bit of a strange request, but can you do a deaged Obi (who's fairly young) and gets discovered/adopted by Vaderkin? Slight role reversal ensues?
“…You’re sure its him?” Lord Vader stared down at the pale and tiny, tiny shape on the bed of the medbed of the Executor.
“All blood samples come back as a match, fingerprints match and eye scans match.” The clone medic confirmed almost nervously, looking between the Sith lord and the boy on the bed. “This is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Vader looked back of the boy no more then four, feeling confused before he focused back on the medic. “Is he healthy Gum?”
“Yes sir. He’s as healthy as any four year old can be.” Gum nodded.
“Leave us.” Vader finally settled on, waiting until the clone was gone before sitting down on the bedside of the little boy.
This was not what he had expected when he caught up to Obi-Wan again, he had expected an old man, ready to fight and try to kill him in that temple ruin. He hadn’t expected an unconscious child in need of care.
Vader wondered if Obi-Wan remembered anything at all.
He looked so young too.
Baby fat in chubby cheeks and a rosy color. The slight upturn of a nose. The start of a beauty mark (a mole! Obi-Wan had insisted) beneath the eye with soft copper hair fluffed out against the pillow. Unable to resist, and why should he honestly?, Vader reached out and picked up a chubby little hand.
No saber calluses, no scars, no marks at all.
No Jedi Master.
Just one incredibly vulnerable young boy.
Obi-Wan was two and a half, not four like they had assumed, big for his age.
He couldn’t speak cleanly and was scared of the dark.
The little boy would twist his hands into Vader’s shirt and hide in his shoulder as he was carried, hiccuping a bit now and then when upset. Which he was often as he didn’t know anyone or recognize things as familiar on Vader’s flagship.
But he cuddled into Vader because the Sith felt ‘good’ to him, safe. Another word for protective that little Obi knew Vader would guess.
And Vader would tear anyone apart if they touched his little one, that much he knew.
He had lost his mother. He had lost his Padme. He had lost his babies. He had even lost his Jedi Master and brother in a manner. But he had a new child to look after and claim as his own, a little one who needed someone.
And his Master could suck a rotten egg if he tried to take Obi-Wan from him again.
‘Palpatine is starting to outlive his usefulness.’ He thought grouchily as he rubbed Obi-Wan’s back, listening to Tarkin’s report. ‘He couldn't’ even save Padme…’
There was a little tug on his shirt and Vader instantly moved his eyes to Obi-Wan, the boy looking at him. “Yes little one?”
“Need to loo Ana.” Obi-Wan whispered shyly even as his stomach gave a hungry little rumble, hmm it had been a few hours since they last ate and Obi-Wan was a growing child.
Vader smiled a bit and nodded before giving Tarkin a long look. “I’ll hear the rest of the report later.” He turned, not waiting for reply as he walked away with the little redhead. “Lets find the fresher and some food for you, how about it?”
“Wation bar?” Obi-Wan’s little noise scrunched up and Vader couldn’t help a small laugh.
“No, no ration bar. I’ll find something else for you.”
“Yaaay…and Cody time?”
Cody was Obi-Wan’s favorite person after Vader and since it allowed Vader time to do his work, he didn’t mind it to much since it gave him some alone time.
But not to often.
After all, Obi-Wan was his boy now. Not Cody’s and not anyone else.
“Did you like the soft nexu I got?”
“Yes, the kitty.” Vader chuckled, stroking the feather soft red hair from Obi-Wan’s face.
“Very big smile.”
“Soooooooft kitty.” The boy yawned a bit.
‘Perhaps a nap after the fresher and food. He is just two.’ Vader felt himself soften, tucking the child more against his chest as Obi-Wan sat on his arm, cuddled against his chest. “Yes, soft kitty.”