Could you do some hot obianidala action? It can be in any verse (empress au, blindscar, sithinplainsight) really any of them!! this site is addicting!
Whelp! Spirits take the wheel because nsfw is difficult but I tried! XD
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Okay – you are completely wonderful, your writing and talented creativity is epic. You brighten my day. Have a great time on vacation, you will be missed, but that just means we’ll enjoy it that much more when you get back. — on an unrelated note, can we have what happens next with butterfly flutter, is there angst, is there drama? Does jealous Anakin start showing?
“Obi-Wan, you
look well.” The redhead smiled as Mace settled down at the table
with him, eyes quirking up in a half smile.
“You mean I look
fat don’t you.” He teased in return and laughed when the Korun
spluttered.
“I certainly do
n-bah, of course you’re making jokes.” The man grumbled then
smiled. “But alright, you’re as big as a cargo barge.” He
smirked.
Obi-Wan just
laughed, rubbing his stomach faintly before taking a small sip of
tea.
“Morning sickness
still?” Mace hummed, glancing down at the others plate of toast,
ginger tea and a very small cup of yogurt.
“Yes.” Obi-Wan
sighed. “The healers prescribed me some pills for it but honestly,
the side effects are worse then the benefits in my case.” He
grimaced then took a small bite out of his toast. “I make sure to
take my prenatal though so I’m in no risk Mace. Nor is the baby.”
He hummed.
“Good, you
shouldn’t take any risks.” Mace offered seriously then started on
his own meal of boiled eggs, porridge and salted meat. At least it
didn’t have a pungent smell, it had been hard enough to stand right
next to the food droids when fetching it to begin with.
“And Skywalker?”
The question was so
casual that Obi-Wan almost forgot the implication behind it.
That Mace knew.
He bowed his head a
bit over his cup, taking a sip to gather his thoughts and not speak
without thought. “He’s…he seems upset but that may be the
divorce and the probation.”
“I still can’t
believe you talked us into allowing him it.” Mace scowled at him.
“… I wanted to
see him happy. It made him happy.” Obi-Wan got out quietly.
Dark eyes observed
him and Obi-Wan took another sip.
“…You’re a
better man then me Obi-Wan. I would never have argued for it if I
were you.” Mace took his own tea.
“Well there was
also the added benefit of popularizing the Jedi again, making them
understand that we’re just…beings with feelings.” Obi-Wan gave
a small smile then sighed, all to aware of the ears around. Then he
rubbed the curve of his life swollen stomach. “… In the end we’re
all just that.”
Mace stared at him
then reached out and rested his hand on the others free wrist,
staring at him. “You’re more then that Obi-Wan and you know it.”
The other councilor
may have answered if a shadow hadn’t fallen over them, both looking
up to find the knight they had been speaking about looming over them,
blue eyes on Mace hand.
“Ah, Anakin, here
for morning meals?” Obi-Wan pulled his hand back, oblivious.
Mace was not.
He had seen that
flash of deep seated jealousy flashing through the knights eyes and
he sat back, watching him as Skywalker settled down beside Obi-Wan,
his shoulders tense and his flesh hand white knuckled on his tray.
“Yes. I had
morning meditation with the eight to nine years first or I would have
come before and kept you company Obi-Wan.”
“Mace kept me
company for a bit. It was alright Anakin.”
A spasm in the
knights fingers and a non-committal hum.
For such a smart
man, Obi-Wan certainly was oblivious to Anakin’s emotional shifts.
Then again, perhaps
Obi-Wan had blinded himself on purpose?
Mace finished his
tea.
“You’re still
not eating well?” Skywalker questioned, eyes on Obi-Wan’s plate.
“Its just morning
meals Anakin.” The redhead waved away. “I usually get my appetite
better around mid-meals. And like I told Mace, I take good prenatal,
there is no trouble. I get the calories I need and the vitamins.”
Blue eyes flashed
to Mace again before the blond busily focused on his own meal when he
caught the councilor already watching him.
‘He’s jealous.
He’s very jealous. Sith spit, I can’t tell if that’s good or
bad. Bad as a Jedi though we all have our struggles, or good because
that means he actually cares for Obi-Wan still.’ Mace finished the
last of the his porridge.
Convincing Obi-Wan
would be the real struggle though.
He was so used to
the blond that he didn’t even seem to notice how Anakin was leaning
against him, needing to touch him in some manner if it was only as
casual as his free arm resting against the others side and their
knees brushing.
Well, no one had
said Mace wasn’t up for a challenge.
Okay – you are completely wonderful, your writing and talented creativity is epic. You brighten my day. Have a great time on vacation, you will be missed, but that just means we’ll enjoy it that much more when you get back. — on an unrelated note, can we have what happens next with butterfly flutter, is there angst, is there drama? Does jealous Anakin start showing?
“Obi-Wan, you
look well.” The redhead smiled as Mace settled down at the table
with him, eyes quirking up in a half smile.
“You mean I look
fat don’t you.” He teased in return and laughed when the Korun
spluttered.
“I certainly do
n-bah, of course you’re making jokes.” The man grumbled then
smiled. “But alright, you’re as big as a cargo barge.” He
smirked.
Obi-Wan just
laughed, rubbing his stomach faintly before taking a small sip of
tea.
“Morning sickness
still?” Mace hummed, glancing down at the others plate of toast,
ginger tea and a very small cup of yogurt.
“Yes.” Obi-Wan
sighed. “The healers prescribed me some pills for it but honestly,
the side effects are worse then the benefits in my case.” He
grimaced then took a small bite out of his toast. “I make sure to
take my prenatal though so I’m in no risk Mace. Nor is the baby.”
He hummed.
“Good, you
shouldn’t take any risks.” Mace offered seriously then started on
his own meal of boiled eggs, porridge and salted meat. At least it
didn’t have a pungent smell, it had been hard enough to stand right
next to the food droids when fetching it to begin with.
“And Skywalker?”
The question was so
casual that Obi-Wan almost forgot the implication behind it.
That Mace knew.
He bowed his head a
bit over his cup, taking a sip to gather his thoughts and not speak
without thought. “He’s…he seems upset but that may be the
divorce and the probation.”
“I still can’t
believe you talked us into allowing him it.” Mace scowled at him.
“… I wanted to
see him happy. It made him happy.” Obi-Wan got out quietly.
Dark eyes observed
him and Obi-Wan took another sip.
“…You’re a
better man then me Obi-Wan. I would never have argued for it if I
were you.” Mace took his own tea.
“Well there was
also the added benefit of popularizing the Jedi again, making them
understand that we’re just…beings with feelings.” Obi-Wan gave
a small smile then sighed, all to aware of the ears around. Then he
rubbed the curve of his life swollen stomach. “… In the end we’re
all just that.”
Mace stared at him
then reached out and rested his hand on the others free wrist,
staring at him. “You’re more then that Obi-Wan and you know it.”
The other councilor
may have answered if a shadow hadn’t fallen over them, both looking
up to find the knight they had been speaking about looming over them,
blue eyes on Mace hand.
“Ah, Anakin, here
for morning meals?” Obi-Wan pulled his hand back, oblivious.
Mace was not.
He had seen that
flash of deep seated jealousy flashing through the knights eyes and
he sat back, watching him as Skywalker settled down beside Obi-Wan,
his shoulders tense and his flesh hand white knuckled on his tray.
“Yes. I had
morning meditation with the eight to nine years first or I would have
come before and kept you company Obi-Wan.”
“Mace kept me
company for a bit. It was alright Anakin.”
A spasm in the
knights fingers and a non-committal hum.
For such a smart
man, Obi-Wan certainly was oblivious to Anakin’s emotional shifts.
Then again, perhaps
Obi-Wan had blinded himself on purpose?
Mace finished his
tea.
“You’re still
not eating well?” Skywalker questioned, eyes on Obi-Wan’s plate.
“Its just morning
meals Anakin.” The redhead waved away. “I usually get my appetite
better around mid-meals. And like I told Mace, I take good prenatal,
there is no trouble. I get the calories I need and the vitamins.”
Blue eyes flashed
to Mace again before the blond busily focused on his own meal when he
caught the councilor already watching him.
‘He’s jealous.
He’s very jealous. Sith spit, I can’t tell if that’s good or
bad. Bad as a Jedi though we all have our struggles, or good because
that means he actually cares for Obi-Wan still.’ Mace finished the
last of the his porridge.
Convincing Obi-Wan
would be the real struggle though.
He was so used to
the blond that he didn’t even seem to notice how Anakin was leaning
against him, needing to touch him in some manner if it was only as
casual as his free arm resting against the others side and their
knees brushing.
Well, no one had
said Mace wasn’t up for a challenge.
Loved Dooku in #littlestars! Tahl next? I feel like she’s going to be in full mother mode or something :D Still hoping to see Quinlan (and the rest of the gang) reacting to the situation too.
“Are you sure Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon
frowned at his padawan. “You know you don’t have to if you don’t
want.”
“I want to Master, just…some
normalcy, that’s all. I just want some normalcy.”
That got a softening out of his master
and Qui-Gon rested his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “Still…
class?”
“What better way then going to class?
I got some studies I wanna catch up on and I really don’t want to
fall behind even if I’ve been exempted due to…well…” They
both glanced over to the crib where Anakin was trying to grab his own
foot and making a bit of headway. “…You’ll look after him
though, right?”
“Of course Obi-Wan. Anakin is quite
safe with me.” Qui-Gon promised.
“Then I have all the faith in that
today will be…tolerable and that I can manage a day of class
Master.” Obi-Wan smiled up at him before carefully pulling away
from the hands to grab his bag of finished homework. “And that I
can get my life and body back to…to normality.”
Qui-Gon felt a painful jolt through him
at that.
‘Oh Obi-Wan.’ He gave the other a
gentle hair ruffle before letting him out of the quarters, giving a
deep sigh when the other had disappeared. “…I’ll keep the bond
open and my comm link on…” He looked over to Anakin. “Your
bearer is a stubborn soul, you know that little one?”
Anakin twisted enough to look at him
through the travel bed netting and then went back to trying to grab
his own feet.
Chuckling faintly Qui-Gon moved to the
kitchen to make a fresh pot of strong tea and bringing it back to the
coffee table to settle down with reports and contract the Council had
requested he’d look over.
It was almost calm.
As calm as Coruscant could be that was
with the sound of sky cars and the hum of a city of living beings
could be.
Not to mention Anakin.
It remained calm until his door rang
and Qui-Gon sighed before getting up and moving to the door, opening
it up. “…Okay, just get in and please don’t disturb Anakin.”
He offered dryly.
“Anakin, is that his name?” Tahl
questioned as she slid past Qui-Gon into the room with Micah
following quickly behind. “Its a good name.”
“It should be, Obi-Wan picked it.”
Qui-Gon moved to get two extra cups. “Are those muffins? Did you
bake Micah.”
“I figured you might be more willing
to let us in if I bought offerings.” The man grinned before peering
at the cot. “No way…”
“Don’t touch him Micah, he doesn’t
like strangers touching him right off the bat.” Qui-Gon settled
down the cups and helped Tahl. “Give him a few moments to get used
to your voice at least.” He rolled his eyes as Tahl settled and
accepted her cup.
“Does he cry a lot?” She
questioned.
“Not…only when he wants things and
we usually catch the Force warping around him before that happens so
either me or Obi-Wan tend to do what he wants before he cries. Its
mostly at night. Which is why he stays in my room.”
“And Obi-Wan, how is he?”
“Physically he’s getting a lot
better. Mentally he’s straining. He wants things to go back to
normal so he went to class today…I’m hoping it won’t be a
drawback in his progress if I’m honest.” Qui-Gon sighed and took
a small sip of his tea, letting it swish around his mouth a few
seconds. “…I worry he’s pushing himself.”
“He most likely is but that may be
good for Obi-Wan. He tends to respond better to pushing forward then
relaxing periods. Remember when he sprained his wrist?” Micah
pointed out.
Tahl shook her head. “We’ll see by
the end of the day honestly, how long is Anakin staying with you two?
I mean, I know the offical story is that he’s staying with you two
because the creche usually doesn’t take children this young but
spill it Qui-Gon, what’s the full story?”
“…Obi-Wan needs closure, or so the
council feels. If he gets to decide where and when Anakin goes it
will make him feel better about the situation.” Qui-Gon rubbed his
hand over his beard. “I agree with them even if its stressing.”
“You’ll manage Qui-Gon…and you’ll
have all the help you want.” Tahl reached out and squeezed her
friends shoulder.
()()()
“…”
“…”
“If you don’t stop staring at me, I
will put you down on the sparring mats so ha-”
“You’re not allowed to spar yet.
We’ve all been warned in case you wanted to.” Quinlan crossed his
arms over his chest, staring at his friend, a small scowl on his
face. “Now spill it. Is it true?”
“Quinlan.” Bant hissed and then
turned large eyes on her friend. “Obi-Wan…”
The redhead sighed and rubbed the
bridge of his nose. “I should have stayed away for another few
days. I should have listened to master. Of course he was right.” He
sighed then sat back in his chair, peering around himself at the rest
of the class who were pretending not to listen in on the
conversation. “…Yes I gave birth on the mission in a barn and
that’s why I was gone after I came back. Yes Zan Arbor was the one
who did it to me and yes my master is the other part of Anakin’s
DNA. No I don’t know why, no I don’t know honestly why the
council is letting me keep Anakin and yes his name is Anakin and he’s
a fully normal human being and if you are all finished being gossips,
then I’d like to turn back to my homework.” Obi-Wan added a glare
for good measure and then bent his head over his work again.
There was a slightly stunned silence.
“…I didn’t know you could carr-”
“Yeah well neither did I but
apparently Zan Arbor figured out I could. So perhaps those of us who
can should feel lucky it wasn’t them.” Obi-Wan let out a sharp
breath, rubbing his face. “…Look, is this really what you want to
talk about Bant? How I got ambushed and fucked up? Or can I do my
homework?” Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, jaw tense as he stared at his
friends, trying to keep his shivers to a minimum.
‘I should have stayed in my
quarters…’ He thought desperately at the awkward silence that
followed until their teacher entered.
Loved Dooku in #littlestars! Tahl next? I feel like she’s going to be in full mother mode or something :D Still hoping to see Quinlan (and the rest of the gang) reacting to the situation too.
“Are you sure Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon
frowned at his padawan. “You know you don’t have to if you don’t
want.”
“I want to Master, just…some
normalcy, that’s all. I just want some normalcy.”
That got a softening out of his master
and Qui-Gon rested his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “Still…
class?”
“What better way then going to class?
I got some studies I wanna catch up on and I really don’t want to
fall behind even if I’ve been exempted due to…well…” They
both glanced over to the crib where Anakin was trying to grab his own
foot and making a bit of headway. “…You’ll look after him
though, right?”
“Of course Obi-Wan. Anakin is quite
safe with me.” Qui-Gon promised.
“Then I have all the faith in that
today will be…tolerable and that I can manage a day of class
Master.” Obi-Wan smiled up at him before carefully pulling away
from the hands to grab his bag of finished homework. “And that I
can get my life and body back to…to normality.”
Qui-Gon felt a painful jolt through him
at that.
‘Oh Obi-Wan.’ He gave the other a
gentle hair ruffle before letting him out of the quarters, giving a
deep sigh when the other had disappeared. “…I’ll keep the bond
open and my comm link on…” He looked over to Anakin. “Your
bearer is a stubborn soul, you know that little one?”
Anakin twisted enough to look at him
through the travel bed netting and then went back to trying to grab
his own feet.
Chuckling faintly Qui-Gon moved to the
kitchen to make a fresh pot of strong tea and bringing it back to the
coffee table to settle down with reports and contract the Council had
requested he’d look over.
It was almost calm.
As calm as Coruscant could be that was
with the sound of sky cars and the hum of a city of living beings
could be.
Not to mention Anakin.
It remained calm until his door rang
and Qui-Gon sighed before getting up and moving to the door, opening
it up. “…Okay, just get in and please don’t disturb Anakin.”
He offered dryly.
“Anakin, is that his name?” Tahl
questioned as she slid past Qui-Gon into the room with Micah
following quickly behind. “Its a good name.”
“It should be, Obi-Wan picked it.”
Qui-Gon moved to get two extra cups. “Are those muffins? Did you
bake Micah.”
“I figured you might be more willing
to let us in if I bought offerings.” The man grinned before peering
at the cot. “No way…”
“Don’t touch him Micah, he doesn’t
like strangers touching him right off the bat.” Qui-Gon settled
down the cups and helped Tahl. “Give him a few moments to get used
to your voice at least.” He rolled his eyes as Tahl settled and
accepted her cup.
“Does he cry a lot?” She
questioned.
“Not…only when he wants things and
we usually catch the Force warping around him before that happens so
either me or Obi-Wan tend to do what he wants before he cries. Its
mostly at night. Which is why he stays in my room.”
“And Obi-Wan, how is he?”
“Physically he’s getting a lot
better. Mentally he’s straining. He wants things to go back to
normal so he went to class today…I’m hoping it won’t be a
drawback in his progress if I’m honest.” Qui-Gon sighed and took
a small sip of his tea, letting it swish around his mouth a few
seconds. “…I worry he’s pushing himself.”
“He most likely is but that may be
good for Obi-Wan. He tends to respond better to pushing forward then
relaxing periods. Remember when he sprained his wrist?” Micah
pointed out.
Tahl shook her head. “We’ll see by
the end of the day honestly, how long is Anakin staying with you two?
I mean, I know the offical story is that he’s staying with you two
because the creche usually doesn’t take children this young but
spill it Qui-Gon, what’s the full story?”
“…Obi-Wan needs closure, or so the
council feels. If he gets to decide where and when Anakin goes it
will make him feel better about the situation.” Qui-Gon rubbed his
hand over his beard. “I agree with them even if its stressing.”
“You’ll manage Qui-Gon…and you’ll
have all the help you want.” Tahl reached out and squeezed her
friends shoulder.
()()()
“…”
“…”
“If you don’t stop staring at me, I
will put you down on the sparring mats so ha-”
“You’re not allowed to spar yet.
We’ve all been warned in case you wanted to.” Quinlan crossed his
arms over his chest, staring at his friend, a small scowl on his
face. “Now spill it. Is it true?”
“Quinlan.” Bant hissed and then
turned large eyes on her friend. “Obi-Wan…”
The redhead sighed and rubbed the
bridge of his nose. “I should have stayed away for another few
days. I should have listened to master. Of course he was right.” He
sighed then sat back in his chair, peering around himself at the rest
of the class who were pretending not to listen in on the
conversation. “…Yes I gave birth on the mission in a barn and
that’s why I was gone after I came back. Yes Zan Arbor was the one
who did it to me and yes my master is the other part of Anakin’s
DNA. No I don’t know why, no I don’t know honestly why the
council is letting me keep Anakin and yes his name is Anakin and he’s
a fully normal human being and if you are all finished being gossips,
then I’d like to turn back to my homework.” Obi-Wan added a glare
for good measure and then bent his head over his work again.
There was a slightly stunned silence.
“…I didn’t know you could carr-”
“Yeah well neither did I but
apparently Zan Arbor figured out I could. So perhaps those of us who
can should feel lucky it wasn’t them.” Obi-Wan let out a sharp
breath, rubbing his face. “…Look, is this really what you want to
talk about Bant? How I got ambushed and fucked up? Or can I do my
homework?” Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, jaw tense as he stared at his
friends, trying to keep his shivers to a minimum.
‘I should have stayed in my
quarters…’ He thought desperately at the awkward silence that
followed until their teacher entered.
Oh please continue with the butterfly flutter story. How about anakin not realizing that the baby is his and gets jealous and obi wan doesn’t correct him because he thinks it will make it easier for if not himself but for anakin. (Because we all know how obi wan is with him sacrificing his happiness for others)
Obi-Wan was glowing.
Or so it seemed to Anakin as the man
slowly worked through the katas he was approved to do by the healers,
the swell of his stomach making it hard for him to move as he did
before. But Force he was still wonderful in Anakin’s eyes and the
baby made him seem radiant.
His hair was pulled back in a little
nerf tail and his tunics were thin and soft with sweat now clinging
to it in patches.
It served to make the curve even more
obvious and Anakin felt his eyes fall to it with both envy and
longing before he focused back on his own quicker katas that he was
showing to the younglings he was teaching while he was on probation.
Force it was exhausting, he suddenly
had a lot more appreciation for Obi-Wan teaching him for so long
because younglings were exhausting and Anakin only had to be with
them two hours every two days.
He still collapsed to Obi-Wan’s floor
as the older man laid down on the bed to rest his sore ankles and
back.
“Uuuuugh, I’m looking forward to
getting off probation. Force I miss being on missions and traveling
around, not to mention flying.”
That got a small laugh out of Obi-Wan.
“Well, one more month Anakin.” He rubbed the curve of his belly.
‘He’ll be seven months along then
when I’m ready for missions again…’ The knight mused into the
silence of the room.
He wouldn’t say it was uncomfortable
but it wasn’t really comfortable either.
“Remember that movie…Blade?”
Obi-Wan hummed, head hanging of the edge of the bed for a few moments
as he stared at the ceiling, hands resting on the swell of his
stomach.
Anakin raised a brow and tilted himself
enough on the floor to look at his former master. “Yeah? Its a
really old movies about vampire as I remember.” He blinked,
watching as Obi-Wan’s grin grew. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because I remember the erection
scene.” The redhead sniggered and adjusted himself on the bed to
lay more correctly.
“The what?”
That got Anakin to flip over on his stomach and raise himself up on
his elbows to stare at the other, brows raised.
That got a full blown laugh out of
Obi-Wan before he shifted to lay properly. “It was this rescue
scene from the third movie I think, he gets the stuff that makes him
not crave blood and when he stands up, he roars and he has one
massive bulge.”
He continued laughing and Anakin felt
his lips twitch before he finally joined him, laughing with Obi-Wan.
Force that felt good!
Just laying out of amusement, feeling
his chest ease with it.
He crawled up into the bed with Obi-Wan
and wrapped the other in a tight hug. “Force I’m almost tempted
to watch it.”
Squirming a bit in the grasp, Obi-Wan
forced himself not to think about the last time he had been in the
same bed as Anakin as he started to settle and snuggle in slowly.
“Well I imagine we could rent it online, make a movie night and
watch all three Blade movies. They’re old I warn you though, set in
a different universe too.” He grinned at the other.
Anakin chuckled and nodded, his nose
brushing against Obi-Wan’s temple.
“Also you need to use the shower,
you’re sweaty.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.
“Gah, give me a few more minutes. I’m
sore as all hell.”
“Fine, fine, a few more minutes.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and settled a bit despite his mind screaming
at him that this was a horrible idea and that he shouldn’t drag
Anakin any further into the situation.
Even if the baby was Anakin’s, there
was no need to force him to take care of it.
But Anakin was a comforting weight
against him, warm and gentle, it was enough to make Obi-Wan grow
drowsy as he slowly curled a bit against the taller body against him,
eyes sliding shut even as he thought he felt a gentle hand brush his
hair out of his face.
The blond knight stared at the
slackened face of the redhead laying beside him, feeling his heart
throb both with jealousy and happiness. Jealousy because…well
Obi-Wan had so obviously slept with someone yet happiness because the
other was back and he looked so wonderful and happy..and he was right
there beside him.
Sleeping.
His breathing soft and steady with his
hand resting on the curve of his stomach.
‘I wish it was mine.’ He stroked
his hand over Obi-Wan’s stomach, feeling a light kick against his
hand. ‘I really wish you were mine.’
Oh please continue with the butterfly flutter story. How about anakin not realizing that the baby is his and gets jealous and obi wan doesn’t correct him because he thinks it will make it easier for if not himself but for anakin. (Because we all know how obi wan is with him sacrificing his happiness for others)
Obi-Wan was glowing.
Or so it seemed to Anakin as the man
slowly worked through the katas he was approved to do by the healers,
the swell of his stomach making it hard for him to move as he did
before. But Force he was still wonderful in Anakin’s eyes and the
baby made him seem radiant.
His hair was pulled back in a little
nerf tail and his tunics were thin and soft with sweat now clinging
to it in patches.
It served to make the curve even more
obvious and Anakin felt his eyes fall to it with both envy and
longing before he focused back on his own quicker katas that he was
showing to the younglings he was teaching while he was on probation.
Force it was exhausting, he suddenly
had a lot more appreciation for Obi-Wan teaching him for so long
because younglings were exhausting and Anakin only had to be with
them two hours every two days.
He still collapsed to Obi-Wan’s floor
as the older man laid down on the bed to rest his sore ankles and
back.
“Uuuuugh, I’m looking forward to
getting off probation. Force I miss being on missions and traveling
around, not to mention flying.”
That got a small laugh out of Obi-Wan.
“Well, one more month Anakin.” He rubbed the curve of his belly.
‘He’ll be seven months along then
when I’m ready for missions again…’ The knight mused into the
silence of the room.
He wouldn’t say it was uncomfortable
but it wasn’t really comfortable either.
“Remember that movie…Blade?”
Obi-Wan hummed, head hanging of the edge of the bed for a few moments
as he stared at the ceiling, hands resting on the swell of his
stomach.
Anakin raised a brow and tilted himself
enough on the floor to look at his former master. “Yeah? Its a
really old movies about vampire as I remember.” He blinked,
watching as Obi-Wan’s grin grew. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because I remember the erection
scene.” The redhead sniggered and adjusted himself on the bed to
lay more correctly.
“The what?”
That got Anakin to flip over on his stomach and raise himself up on
his elbows to stare at the other, brows raised.
That got a full blown laugh out of
Obi-Wan before he shifted to lay properly. “It was this rescue
scene from the third movie I think, he gets the stuff that makes him
not crave blood and when he stands up, he roars and he has one
massive bulge.”
He continued laughing and Anakin felt
his lips twitch before he finally joined him, laughing with Obi-Wan.
Force that felt good!
Just laying out of amusement, feeling
his chest ease with it.
He crawled up into the bed with Obi-Wan
and wrapped the other in a tight hug. “Force I’m almost tempted
to watch it.”
Squirming a bit in the grasp, Obi-Wan
forced himself not to think about the last time he had been in the
same bed as Anakin as he started to settle and snuggle in slowly.
“Well I imagine we could rent it online, make a movie night and
watch all three Blade movies. They’re old I warn you though, set in
a different universe too.” He grinned at the other.
Anakin chuckled and nodded, his nose
brushing against Obi-Wan’s temple.
“Also you need to use the shower,
you’re sweaty.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose.
“Gah, give me a few more minutes. I’m
sore as all hell.”
“Fine, fine, a few more minutes.”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and settled a bit despite his mind screaming
at him that this was a horrible idea and that he shouldn’t drag
Anakin any further into the situation.
Even if the baby was Anakin’s, there
was no need to force him to take care of it.
But Anakin was a comforting weight
against him, warm and gentle, it was enough to make Obi-Wan grow
drowsy as he slowly curled a bit against the taller body against him,
eyes sliding shut even as he thought he felt a gentle hand brush his
hair out of his face.
The blond knight stared at the
slackened face of the redhead laying beside him, feeling his heart
throb both with jealousy and happiness. Jealousy because…well
Obi-Wan had so obviously slept with someone yet happiness because the
other was back and he looked so wonderful and happy..and he was right
there beside him.
Sleeping.
His breathing soft and steady with his
hand resting on the curve of his stomach.
‘I wish it was mine.’ He stroked
his hand over Obi-Wan’s stomach, feeling a light kick against his
hand. ‘I really wish you were mine.’
For littlestars: The emotions are just so WOA, it’s really impressive! I need to know more about this AU :D We have seen the council reaction, now what of Tahl, Obi’s friends, Quilan and all of the temple? (Dooku making an apparition?)
Throwing a desperate glance behind him,
Qui-Gon felt himself relax when he neither felt anything through the
bond or heard anything from either Obi-Wan’s half open door or the
his own. “Oh thank Force.” He whispered and turned back to the
open door. “Apologies Master Yan… its been a few stressful days.”
Yan Dooku raised both brows at him and
stepped in when Qui-Gon moved out of the way. “Yes I heard a
certain rumor about that.” He peered at Obi-Wan’s half open door.
“They’re true then?”
“If you mean the ones that my
underage padawan gave birth then yes, and the baby is mine.”
Qui-Gon sat heavily down on the couch, rubbing his face.
Yan slowly sat down with him, watching
him. “You look exhausted.”
“I’ve been looking after both.
Obi-Wan is still recovering through the healers assure me he will be
back to physical peek by the end of the week now.”
The white haired man took note of the
word ‘physical’ and reached out, resting a hand on the others
shoulder. “And mentally?”
“Mentally…” Qui-Gon sighed.
“Mentally he’s still dealing with what Zan Arbor did to him. That
he gave birth.” Qui-Gon scrubbed his hand over his face. “So am I
for that matter, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for
allowing it to happen to him.”
“I hardly think you allowed it.”
Yan quietly scolded, aware that the two open bedrooms door lead to
different sleeping people and Force, the baby Obi-Wan had carried was
already glowing in the Force!
The long haired Jedi gave his former
master a long look before sighing. “Alright, I didn’t allow it
but Force I should have looked after Obi-Wan better, made sure this
didn’t happen.” He shifted and looked towards the bedrooms.
Well there was a sentiment Yan could
get behind, Force knew he always thought the same when Qui-Gon had
been a young padawan and gotten injured.
“Anakin’s waking up.” Qui-Gon
suddenly announced, getting up and moving to his own room. Yan got up
and took two curious steps before stopping when Qui-Gon emerged again
with a babe wrapped in a pink blanket from the creche.
The babe was hardly what he’d call
awake but there was a sense of the Force curling around him and a
light sniff told Yan what was going on.
“Yeah…he tends to wake around this
time for diaper change and feeding anyhow.” Qui-Gon smiled before
going to the fresher.
“You and your padawan are keeping him
then?”
“For now.” Qui-Gon sighed.
“Ultimately its up to Obi-Wan to decide hat he wants to happen. He
carried and gave birth to Anakin.”
He settled the baby on the changing
table in the fresher, carefully removing the diaper and cleaning up
the mess.
Yan leaned on the door. “I’m
surprised they let you two keep him at all.”
“The creche is not used to this young
babes and the council felt it best to give Obi-Wan autonomy to…
decide.”
“…This is as much for Obi-Wan’s
mental wellbeing, isn’t it?” The white haired master whispered in
realization.
“Yes. Mace told me that they wouldn’t
normally allow it but Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan needs to be able to feel in
control again.” Qui-Gon threw away the napkin and added a quick dab
of powder to Anakin’s bum before he put on the fresh diaper. “It
seems to be the right decision.” He sighed.
Watching his former padawan, Yan hummed
as Qui-Gon found a fresh onsie for the baby.
“…I wasn’t aware blond was a
trait in either of you.”
“Its not. The healers thinks its a
dormant gene that got dominant in Anakin.” Qui-Gon hummed and
swaddled the now happy babe again and tucked him up against his
shoulder. “We’re still waiting to see if his eyes will turn from
blue to green but so far they have remained blue.”
“Well he is a cute little thing.”
Yan reached out and gently stroked a soft chubby cheek with a small
smile. “I can certainly see your ears on him.” He offered more
dryly as Anakin blinked at him with curious eyes. “How old is he
now?”
“Two months and except for eating,
sleeping, pooping and crying, he doesn’t do much.”
Yan sniggered a bit.
“Its basically 85% body fluids right
now.” A soft, drowsy voice offered behind them and Yan turned
quickly, blinking at the sleep tussled teenager standing awkwardly by
the couch in what was clearly thin sleep robes.
The redhead bowed a bit still, trying
to keep the decorum. “Master.”
“Obi-Wan, you’re suppose to be
resting still.” Qui-Gon shifted past Yan to his padawan, resting
his free hand on the boys shoulder while keeping the babe against his
shoulder with the other. “Did we disturb you?”
“No. Not really…well maybe…I
don’t know.” Obi-Wan rubbed the heel of his hand against one
tired eye then peered around his master at Yan.
Qui-Gon made a low, startled noise then
turned. “Ah, Obi-Wan, this is my master, Yan Dooku, your
grandmaster. Master, my padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
That made Obi-Wan perk up a bit and he
made a deeper bow then before, though Yan noticed a brief wince going
through him at the move. “Its a pleasure to finally meet you master
Dooku.”
“And its a pleasure to meet such a
well spoken young man Padawan Kenobi. Please, do call me Yan though.”
Yan chuckled quietly.
Obi-Wan gave him a small, shy smile.
“Only if you call me Obi-Wan master Yan.”
Qui-Gon looked at them both, beaming,
pleased at their open acceptance of each other and against his
shoulder, Anakin drooled lightly, warm and content…well until he
grew hungry that is.
For littlestars: The emotions are just so WOA, it’s really impressive! I need to know more about this AU :D We have seen the council reaction, now what of Tahl, Obi’s friends, Quilan and all of the temple? (Dooku making an apparition?)
Throwing a desperate glance behind him,
Qui-Gon felt himself relax when he neither felt anything through the
bond or heard anything from either Obi-Wan’s half open door or the
his own. “Oh thank Force.” He whispered and turned back to the
open door. “Apologies Master Yan… its been a few stressful days.”
Yan Dooku raised both brows at him and
stepped in when Qui-Gon moved out of the way. “Yes I heard a
certain rumor about that.” He peered at Obi-Wan’s half open door.
“They’re true then?”
“If you mean the ones that my
underage padawan gave birth then yes, and the baby is mine.”
Qui-Gon sat heavily down on the couch, rubbing his face.
Yan slowly sat down with him, watching
him. “You look exhausted.”
“I’ve been looking after both.
Obi-Wan is still recovering through the healers assure me he will be
back to physical peek by the end of the week now.”
The white haired man took note of the
word ‘physical’ and reached out, resting a hand on the others
shoulder. “And mentally?”
“Mentally…” Qui-Gon sighed.
“Mentally he’s still dealing with what Zan Arbor did to him. That
he gave birth.” Qui-Gon scrubbed his hand over his face. “So am I
for that matter, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for
allowing it to happen to him.”
“I hardly think you allowed it.”
Yan quietly scolded, aware that the two open bedrooms door lead to
different sleeping people and Force, the baby Obi-Wan had carried was
already glowing in the Force!
The long haired Jedi gave his former
master a long look before sighing. “Alright, I didn’t allow it
but Force I should have looked after Obi-Wan better, made sure this
didn’t happen.” He shifted and looked towards the bedrooms.
Well there was a sentiment Yan could
get behind, Force knew he always thought the same when Qui-Gon had
been a young padawan and gotten injured.
“Anakin’s waking up.” Qui-Gon
suddenly announced, getting up and moving to his own room. Yan got up
and took two curious steps before stopping when Qui-Gon emerged again
with a babe wrapped in a pink blanket from the creche.
The babe was hardly what he’d call
awake but there was a sense of the Force curling around him and a
light sniff told Yan what was going on.
“Yeah…he tends to wake around this
time for diaper change and feeding anyhow.” Qui-Gon smiled before
going to the fresher.
“You and your padawan are keeping him
then?”
“For now.” Qui-Gon sighed.
“Ultimately its up to Obi-Wan to decide hat he wants to happen. He
carried and gave birth to Anakin.”
He settled the baby on the changing
table in the fresher, carefully removing the diaper and cleaning up
the mess.
Yan leaned on the door. “I’m
surprised they let you two keep him at all.”
“The creche is not used to this young
babes and the council felt it best to give Obi-Wan autonomy to…
decide.”
“…This is as much for Obi-Wan’s
mental wellbeing, isn’t it?” The white haired master whispered in
realization.
“Yes. Mace told me that they wouldn’t
normally allow it but Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan needs to be able to feel in
control again.” Qui-Gon threw away the napkin and added a quick dab
of powder to Anakin’s bum before he put on the fresh diaper. “It
seems to be the right decision.” He sighed.
Watching his former padawan, Yan hummed
as Qui-Gon found a fresh onsie for the baby.
“…I wasn’t aware blond was a
trait in either of you.”
“Its not. The healers thinks its a
dormant gene that got dominant in Anakin.” Qui-Gon hummed and
swaddled the now happy babe again and tucked him up against his
shoulder. “We’re still waiting to see if his eyes will turn from
blue to green but so far they have remained blue.”
“Well he is a cute little thing.”
Yan reached out and gently stroked a soft chubby cheek with a small
smile. “I can certainly see your ears on him.” He offered more
dryly as Anakin blinked at him with curious eyes. “How old is he
now?”
“Two months and except for eating,
sleeping, pooping and crying, he doesn’t do much.”
Yan sniggered a bit.
“Its basically 85% body fluids right
now.” A soft, drowsy voice offered behind them and Yan turned
quickly, blinking at the sleep tussled teenager standing awkwardly by
the couch in what was clearly thin sleep robes.
The redhead bowed a bit still, trying
to keep the decorum. “Master.”
“Obi-Wan, you’re suppose to be
resting still.” Qui-Gon shifted past Yan to his padawan, resting
his free hand on the boys shoulder while keeping the babe against his
shoulder with the other. “Did we disturb you?”
“No. Not really…well maybe…I
don’t know.” Obi-Wan rubbed the heel of his hand against one
tired eye then peered around his master at Yan.
Qui-Gon made a low, startled noise then
turned. “Ah, Obi-Wan, this is my master, Yan Dooku, your
grandmaster. Master, my padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
That made Obi-Wan perk up a bit and he
made a deeper bow then before, though Yan noticed a brief wince going
through him at the move. “Its a pleasure to finally meet you master
Dooku.”
“And its a pleasure to meet such a
well spoken young man Padawan Kenobi. Please, do call me Yan though.”
Yan chuckled quietly.
Obi-Wan gave him a small, shy smile.
“Only if you call me Obi-Wan master Yan.”
Qui-Gon looked at them both, beaming,
pleased at their open acceptance of each other and against his
shoulder, Anakin drooled lightly, warm and content…well until he
grew hungry that is.
Can we see Alpha Qui-gon escaping and reuniting with Omega Obi-wan? Or Obi-wan coming to his rescue?
There is no waiting on the council to
officially recognize him as he throws himself at the man in the
middle of the room, his mate’s neck bloody and raw looking and his
hands just so too. But alive, Qui-Gon’s alive and his arms are
wrapping around him when Obi-Wan throws himself at the taller mans
chest.
“Obi-Wan!” The alpha breathed out
then pulled him more firmly against his chest, nuzzling into his hair
and murmuring in relief, raw hands pressed to his back and nose
taking in the scent of his mate.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Obi-Wan rasped out before reaching up and cupping the others face in
his hands, staring at him with wide eyes. “Do you have any idea
what it felt like when the mating bond just…” He swallowed then
pulled the other down into a kiss, feeling Qui-Gon’s hands clench
on his hips even as he responded to the kiss.
There was a few moments before someone
cleared their throat. “Not to be a pyjak but we are still in a
council meeting that requires a report before Qui-Gon needs to go to
the healers.”
Obi-Wan pulled back at that, falling
back on his feet from his toes as he blinked at the council before
flushing darkly. “A-Apologies I ju-”
Mace waved him off and Yoda sniggered a
bit. “Understand we do, but report necessary is. Yan Dooku you
mentioned Master Qui-Gon?”
The long haired alpha took a deep
breath and kept his arm around Obi-Wan as he turned back to the
council, nodding. “I’m afraid he’s gone off the deep end
masters. But some of his accusations ring true despite that. He
claimed that there’s a sith in the Senate pulling strings since
Naboo and I’m inclined to believe him.”
Obi-Wan tucked into his mates side as
he listened to the explanation to what happened to Qui-Gon.
So he’s privileged to see how Yoda’s
ears sink at the news of his former padawan’s fall from grace but
that’s nothing to how they outright drop when Qui-Gon tells them
that not only has Dooku walked from the Jedi order…he’s Fallen.
“I’m sorry Master Yoda.” Qui-Gon
whispered.
Yoda sighed. “Knew broken away from
my teaching he had. Knew how far he had fallen I did not.” The old
being’s ears twitched. “…Sith he now is?”
“…I think so yes. The things he
said seemed to indicate it.” Qui-Gon confirmed, the two sharing a
long look, grandpadawan to grandmaster.
Yoda closed his eyes for what felt like
a long moment before he opened them again and looked around the room.
“Then a new enemy the Jedi order has.”
The silence was harsh like a grave.
“Take him alive if possible we must,
questions about the Sith master I have.” Yoda’s tone hardened.
“But if not possible then the Jedi order will do what it must do.”
They all stared at Yoda before they
bowed their heads in understanding, knowing how much those words must
have hurt him, Yan was his last padawan and now… Force, Yoda looked
his 800 years more then ever at that moment.
“If its all the same masters, may I
take my mate to the healers now?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly into
the silence, glancing at the raw hand on his waist and then at the
neck which bore the raw marks of a collar.
Yoda breathed out and nodded. “A
report we now have, an official account into the Archives can go
later. Take master Qui-Gon with you, you shall.”
Obi-Wan bowed as far as he could with
the swell of his stomach in the way and grasped Qui-Gon by the elbow,
slowly pulling him along eagerly. His mate followed docilely, smiling
gently at him, seemingly just grateful to be home.
Squeezing the others elbow, Obi-Wan
reached out through their bond so the other knew just how much he had
been missed and how how worried he had been.
Sorrow and relief came back. Sorrow for
putting Obi-Wan through the entire thing and relief for being home as
Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around the other as they entered the
elevator. “I’m home love. I’m here.” He whispered, one raw
scrubbed hand resting on the curved stomach. “I won’t be leaving
anytime soon.”
“I’m going to kick you if you do.”
Obi-Wan muttered into the others chest. “…Are you hurt anywhere
else?”
“No. I rubbed my neck raw on the
collar and my hands digging my way out.” Qui-Gon sighed. “No
where else love.” He nuzzled into the others hair, letting the
scent of home sooth him. “Does Anakin know…”
“Yes. He’s waiting on us in medical
bay. Not an easy feat I tell you.”
That just got a soft chuckle out of
Qui-Gon as he continued holding the other. “Well done then…”
And then they both grew quiet when the
babe inside Obi-Wan kicked.
Qui-Gon blinked before smiling softly.
“Seems you’re not the only one excited that I’m home.”
“I imagine they missed you as much as
I did.” Obi-Wan whispered.
“And I missed you.” Qui-Gon
tightened his arm around Obi-Wan, petting the stomach gently with one
hand.
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