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Uh! Rude! What a cliffhanger for butterfly flutters! More pleeeaaasseee?

Posted on august 4, 2017 av swmoddy

‘Say something.’ Obi-Wan’s mind was telling him, staring at the
blue eyed man in front of him still holding Obi-Wan’s face in his
hands.

Anakin looked faintly desperate, his curls falling forward in his
face and his lips faintly kiss swollen.

He could still feel the wetness from his spilled tea, soaking into
his clothes and the heat that came from Anakin’s body as the blond
pressed closer, the way the others thumbs gently caressed his
cheekbones. “…Obi-Wan?” The other whispered.

“…Its yours.” He gasped out, eyes die, hormones making his eyes
tear up without his permission.

“What?” Anakin blinked, stopping his gentle thumb rub.

“T-The baby, its yours, back… back then. That time.” Obi-Wan
choked out, pressing into Anakin’s hands before he laughed bitterly
as Anakin’s eyes went wide.

“Do you know how delighted I was when you told me you weren’t
with Padme, that she’d thrown you out? How guilty I felt?”
Obi-Wan swallowed. “Here you were…hurting and I…I couldn’t
help but feel…relieved. Feel hope despite… And then you… you
told me she took you back.” Obi-Wan whispered out, shaking, arms
wrapped around the swollen curve of his stomach. “I couldn’t tell
you…so I left.” He gasped out.

The tears spilled down his cheeks, unbidden and unwelcome as months
of loneliness and longing spilled out in the jumble of words passing
his lips. “I actually started crying every time I thought I smelled
your so-” He yelped as he was dragged into Anakin’s lap, his
swollen belly getting in the way of the hug but it was the best hug
Obi-Wan had in a long time, Anakin’s arms tight around him as he
pressed the redhead’s shoulder into his shoulder.

“Oh Obi-Wan, its okay, shh, shh, I’m here.” Anakin whispered,
voice thick as he rocked him slowly and steadily and Obi-Wan broke
down into harsh sobs, digging his hands into the other mans tunic,
curling his fingers as tightly into the fabric as he could.

“I’m horrible. I know. But you were happy with her.” Obi-Wan
wheezed out between every cleansing sob. “And it hurt and I
couldn’t stay. I needed space I thought.” He pressed his nose
into the others neck, breathing deeply, taking in the scent.

His nose ached faintly with how hard he was doing it but Obi-Wan
didn’t care, not when Anakin had told him he loved him

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin squeezed him. “I need to know. Please tell
me…what do you feel for me Obi-Wan?” He whispered, his lips
hovering over the others ear.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for years and I only wanted your
happiness.” The older man hiccuped.

Anakin felt as if he was walking on cloud nine, the heavy weight of
Obi-Wan pregnancy softened body in his lap as he pulled him even
tighter in somehow as he peppered Obi-Wan’s temple with soft
kisses.

“Oh Obi-Wan. My Obi-Wan, you silly…you should have told me.” He
whispered, wanting to be angry but being unable to.

How could he be angry when Obi-Wan loved him and…oh Force, he was
going to be a dad!

He pushed Obi-Wan a bit back to look at the others stomach, eyes wide
as he moved one hand to it while keeping the other arm around
Obi-Wan. “Its mine?”

Nodding with tear stained cheeks, Obi-Wan gave him a smile through
the slight hiccups. “Y-Yes. When… when you bedded me, we didn’t
use protection.” He swallowed. “And…I-well I thought I was too
old.” He shifted a bit on the others lap, feeling a faint ache in
his back from the position.

The knight caught on and shifted the other until he had a better
position in his lap with more support.

“So I’m the dad…this is mine.” Anakin looked up at him, eyes
full of warmth. “And so are you. Mine.”

Obi-Wan flustered but felt pleasure bloom in his stomach as he leaned
in, curving a bit over his stomach. “Yours.” He agreed quietly.
Quietly he was thrilled at the possessiveness in Anakin’s eyes and
the way his grip tightened on Obi-Wan.

More of little stars? Is Obi-wan going to give another try to classes? Have his friends seen Anakin for real yet?

Posted on august 1, 2017 av swmoddy

“You wake him, you rock Anakin back asleep.” Obi-Wan muttered to
the group gathered outside the apartment door, tiredly stumbling back
to the bantha leather lounge chair and flopping down in it, pulling
his feet up under him. “He has colic, none of us has been sleeping
good.” Obi-Wan peered blearily up at his friends.

He had deep dark circles beneath his eyes and a slightly pale tinge
to his skin.

“Oh Obi, you look horrible.” Bant frowned in worry, leaning in
and hugging him. “How long has Anakin had colic?”

“A week now.” Obi-Wan leaned back into her, closing his eyes.

Garen took that chance to zip over to the crib and peek in, blinking
curiously at the blond little babe cuddled. Anakin looked a little
flushed, chubby cheeks flushed and tears on his face. “…He kind
of doesn’t look like you.”

“Recessive genes Garen.” Obi-Wan mumbled out, head still on
Bant’s shoulder. “And he’s a mix of two people now get away
from there. I mean it, you wake him, you rock him.”

Glancing back at Obi-Wan, Garen gave him the thumbs up. “Gotcha
man. Also you look like shit. I’m no creche master but I do know
how to look after babies if you want to sleep.” Suddenly he stood
up straight and looked around. “Hey where is your master? Did he
leave you alone?”

“Mmmn, he’s with his mind healer. He still has an appointment for
fifteen min-make that eight minutes.” Obi-Wan peered at the chrono.

Bant carefully pushed Obi-Wan back in the chair and grabbed a fleecy
blanket off the couch, tucking it around him.

It was soft blue with white stars, utterly soft and cosy.

“…That’s Anakin’s blanket.” Obi-Wan yawned.

“Explains the spitup stain I can see.” Garen grinned at him. “I
don’t think your little one will mind if you borrow it for a nap
Obi-Wan.”

“What Garen said. Honestly, trust us, I know we came to do homework
with you but we can wait out an hour or two. Just look after Anakin.
I promise we won’t drop him or do anything stupid.” Bant offered
softly, petting her friends knee gently.

That was honestly the last Obi-Wan remembered as he fell asleep in
the chair, tucked under a soft blanket.

Bant and Garen stared down at him for a bit.

“…Not just me, he looks horrible right?”

“He does. But Anakin has colic, so that doesn’t exactly surprise
me. Come on, lets get a start on some of our work.” The two settled
down, working as Obi-Wan napped.

()()()

“Have you come to a decision Padawan Kenobi?” Plo leaned forward,
watching the young one. “About the future of Anakin?”

Obi-Wan stared at them, licking his lips nervously before glancing up
at Qui-Gon who nodded to him in support, smiling faintly.

“Yes Masters.” Obi-Wan turned back to them, smiling faintly.
“Anakin is going to the creche. I… I want to be a Jedi and I
can’t look after Anakin then and… Master Qui-Gon agrees with me.
But I was…I mean when he gets older, I was hoping I could visit
him?” The redhead looked between them.

Yoda hummed. “An attachment that is young Obi-Wan.”

Shifting slightly, Obi-Wan shrugged. “…I bore him. He’s always
going to be part of me.”

The council exchanged looks. “…See in the future we will, accept
your decision we do. Approved for missions you are now.”

Obi-Wan felt a lightness enter his bones, smiling faintly.

He could finally get on with his life.

More of little stars? Is Obi-wan going to give another try to classes? Have his friends seen Anakin for real yet?

Posted on august 1, 2017 av swmoddy

He had deep dark circles beneath his eyes and a slightly pale tinge
to his skin.

“Oh Obi, you look horrible.” Bant frowned in worry, leaning in
and hugging him. “How long has Anakin had colic?”

“A week now.” Obi-Wan leaned back into her, closing his eyes.

“Recessive genes Garen.” Obi-Wan mumbled out, head still on
Bant’s shoulder. “And he’s a mix of two people now get away
from there. I mean it, you wake him, you rock him.”

“Mmmn, he’s with his mind healer. He still has an appointment for
fifteen min-make that eight minutes.” Obi-Wan peered at the chrono.

Bant carefully pushed Obi-Wan back in the chair and grabbed a fleecy
blanket off the couch, tucking it around him.

It was soft blue with white stars, utterly soft and cosy.

“…That’s Anakin’s blanket.” Obi-Wan yawned.

“Explains the spitup stain I can see.” Garen grinned at him. “I
don’t think your little one will mind if you borrow it for a nap
Obi-Wan.”

That was honestly the last Obi-Wan remembered as he fell asleep in
the chair, tucked under a soft blanket.

Bant and Garen stared down at him for a bit.

“…Not just me, he looks horrible right?”

“He does. But Anakin has colic, so that doesn’t exactly surprise
me. Come on, lets get a start on some of our work.” The two settled
down, working as Obi-Wan napped.

()()()

“Have you come to a decision Padawan Kenobi?” Plo leaned forward,
watching the young one. “About the future of Anakin?”

Obi-Wan stared at them, licking his lips nervously before glancing up
at Qui-Gon who nodded to him in support, smiling faintly.

Yoda hummed. “An attachment that is young Obi-Wan.”

Shifting slightly, Obi-Wan shrugged. “…I bore him. He’s always
going to be part of me.”

The council exchanged looks. “…See in the future we will, accept
your decision we do. Approved for missions you are now.”

Obi-Wan felt a lightness enter his bones, smiling faintly.

He could finally get on with his life.

Could we get a continuation of the butterflyflutter story? Maybe obi wan getting super excited about the baby (twins maybe? Hopefully) and just glowing with pregnancy. And anakin is just so in love with obi and getting kinda angsty and sad with feelings

Posted on juli 30, 2017 av swmoddy

Stepping off the ship, Anakin scrubbed his face tiredly, feeling
faint stubbles on his face before he made his way through the temple
hanger.

He needed a damn shower and some rest but…

He sucked on his teeth a bit, frowning. ‘Obi-Wan might still be
awake even if I’ve come home at a late time.’

After a moment of indecision, Anakin came to a choice and made his
way to Obi-Wan’s quarters instead of his own knight ones. Obi-Wan
had been moved to a larger one while he still could, in preparation
for the baby to come.

A tiny little person.

He wondered how the little butterfly would look. ‘Obi-Wan’s red
hair for sure.’ He grinned wryly to himself as he stopped and
knocked on the door, waiting to hear if the other was awake.

The door did open.

But it wasn’t Obi-Wan opening it.

It was Windu.

Anakin’s hand tightened on his bag strap in surprise and then he
had to swallow down the sudden spring of jealousy in the pit of his
stomach. “Master Windu?” He questioned.

“Knight Skywalker, come in. Me and Obi-Wan just finished having
tea.” The Korun stepped aside and let the blond in.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan greeted happily and oh Force he looked radiant
and happy, settled on the couch. “There’s still hot tea if you
wish.”

Then the redhead brows furrowed in worry.”You look horrible, did
you just come home?”

“Yeah, I wanted to see you. Make sure you were alright.” Anakin
dropped his bag on the floor and made his way over to the couch,
settling down beside his former master.

“Since you have company now, I’ll show myself out Obi-Wan.
Another time.” The councilor offered plesantly and slipped out.

“Good night Mace, I’ll see you another time yes.” Obi-Wan
smiled and then returned his attention to the knight. “And thank
you for coming to see me Anakin, that was…sweet of you.” He
chuckled quietly.

‘…Kark how long has Mace been here?’ Anakin wondered, staring
at the tray of half eaten biscuits and the half empty pot of tea that
he poured half a cup for himself. “So, how you’ve been?”

“Good, Mace has been looking out for me while you were off on
mission.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “I swear the rest of the Council are
worrywarts and elected him to look after me.”

Anakin looked at him and then let his eyes fall to the others swollen
stomach. ‘Or perhaps no red hair and dark skin and eyes instead…’
Was Mace the dad and Obi-Wan and him had figured things out?!

No… no…

“Anakin wh-mff!” Obi-Wan dropped his cup in surprise, the liquid
staining both his clothes and the couch as Anakin kissed him in a fit
of desperation, the blond cupping the others bearded face in his
hands and keeping him still.

And to Anakin’s delight, Obi-Wan melted beneath the kiss and pushed
into it.

For a few seconds.

And then he pushed back, eyes wide. “Anakin?”

“I love you.” Anakin confessed. “I’ve been steadily falling
in love with you for the last four months. And I love this.” He
cupped Obi-Wan’s stomach, his hand gentle. “And I know I’m not
the dad but I promise that it doesn’t matter to me, that I’ll
love them just as much anyhow.”

Obi-Wan stared at him, eyes wide.

He seemed stunned.

Why?

Did he think he was that unlovable?

“Obi-Wan, I love you.” Anakin implored the other, to make him
understand.

Could we get a continuation of the butterflyflutter story? Maybe obi wan getting super excited about the baby (twins maybe? Hopefully) and just glowing with pregnancy. And anakin is just so in love with obi and getting kinda angsty and sad with feelings

Posted on juli 30, 2017 av swmoddy

Stepping off the ship, Anakin scrubbed his face tiredly, feeling
faint stubbles on his face before he made his way through the temple
hanger.

He needed a damn shower and some rest but…

He sucked on his teeth a bit, frowning. ‘Obi-Wan might still be
awake even if I’ve come home at a late time.’

A tiny little person.

He wondered how the little butterfly would look. ‘Obi-Wan’s red
hair for sure.’ He grinned wryly to himself as he stopped and
knocked on the door, waiting to hear if the other was awake.

The door did open.

But it wasn’t Obi-Wan opening it.

It was Windu.

Anakin’s hand tightened on his bag strap in surprise and then he
had to swallow down the sudden spring of jealousy in the pit of his
stomach. “Master Windu?” He questioned.

“Knight Skywalker, come in. Me and Obi-Wan just finished having
tea.” The Korun stepped aside and let the blond in.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan greeted happily and oh Force he looked radiant
and happy, settled on the couch. “There’s still hot tea if you
wish.”

Then the redhead brows furrowed in worry.”You look horrible, did
you just come home?”

“Yeah, I wanted to see you. Make sure you were alright.” Anakin
dropped his bag on the floor and made his way over to the couch,
settling down beside his former master.

“Since you have company now, I’ll show myself out Obi-Wan.
Another time.” The councilor offered plesantly and slipped out.

“Good, Mace has been looking out for me while you were off on
mission.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “I swear the rest of the Council are
worrywarts and elected him to look after me.”

No… no…

And to Anakin’s delight, Obi-Wan melted beneath the kiss and pushed
into it.

For a few seconds.

And then he pushed back, eyes wide. “Anakin?”

Obi-Wan stared at him, eyes wide.

He seemed stunned.

Why?

Did he think he was that unlovable?

“Obi-Wan, I love you.” Anakin implored the other, to make him
understand.

Are Plagueis and Sidious involved in what happens in Litte Stars? This sounds like someting they could be behind. Also how does it go with the mind healer? Qui-gon has to lead by example, and Talh is certainly glad to see him go as well.

Posted on juli 26, 2017 av swmoddy

“So, did it help?” Tahl questioned, sipping her tea while
listening to the sounds of Qui-Gon pouring his own cup.

“Yes. You were right, like always, once I went, Obi-Wan followed
suit and went too.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly, he hated it when she
was right, she always got so…smug.

Not that he didn’t get smug a bit too when he was right.

Still…

“And did it help you?” Qui-Gon let out a low grumble before
sighing again. “Qui-Gon?”

Glancing at his old childhood friend for a long moment, Qui-Gon
mulled over what to say. “… Yes, I didn’t realize how tangled
up my own mind was with… I guess it was to be expected that there
were still some lingering issues with Xanatos… passing.”

Tahl raised her brows at him, her golden and green striped eyes
somewhere to the left of his shoulder.

“…And yes other things. Tahl, you know better then me that its a
slow process. But I’m going now. Its just a lot of things to
detangle.”

“Is that what your healer is calling it.” She chuckled softly.

“Healer Inra has a lot of hair puns. Its quite funny honestly.”
He joined her, chuckling quietly.

The two sipped tea for a few moments in silence as the sun of
Coruscant shone in on the couch from the closed window.

“Does Obi-Wan like his healer?” She questioned gently. “He
seemed… cautious last time I spoke to him.”

Mulling over it, Qui-Gon let out a low rumble. “I think he likes
her. Healer Lira is rather young but Inra says she’s capable and
honestly, Obi-Wan might respond more to someone closer to his age.
She’s only ten years older then him.”

That got a quiet hum out of Tahl.

“…I’m glad you’re finally doing this Qui-Gon, I’m glad even
if the situation that caused it was horrible, that you’re finally
getting the help you need.” She murmured, holding the cup between
her delicate hands.

Qui-Gon sighed. “Horrible yes but… you’re right, I’m getting
the help I should have accepted before.”

The door swished open and Qui-Gon looked to it while Tahl tilted her
head to listen, smiling when she recognized the soft gait. “Hello
Obi-Wan.”

“Master Tahl.” Obi-Wan greeted quietly, looking…well he looked
as normal to Qui-Gon, just a tiny bit paler then usual but that could
be because he was hungry.

“Hey there padawan. Ready to for dinner? Tahl’s staying for it.”

“Sure, need me to do anything?” Obi-Wan set his boots aside by
the door on the mat.

“No, no I already have everything ready, it just needs to be heated
and then we can all eat. Anakin has been feed and cleaned and I gave
him a bath.” Qui-Gon stood, patting Tahl no the dark hair as he
slipped past her with his cup in one hand. “So he’s napping now.”

“Good to know. May I take your cup to the sink master Tahl, if
you’re done that is?” Obi-Wan offered, a small smile on his face.

“Why thank you kind padawan Kenobi.” She teased lightly as she
handed over the empty cup. But before he could move away fully, she
grasped his hand and squeezed it gently. “You feel better Obi-Wan.
I’m glad.” She smiled kindly.

Obi-Wan shifted a bit before smiling down to her despite her being
unable to see it. “Thank you Master Tahl.”

If he was honest, Obi-Wan felt better then in a long time too.