Ben Kenobi | SWpromptsandask

Moddy in old and sweet do Anakin and Obi-Wan talk? How does the council react to everything? Does Anakin make his new lightsaber(s?)? Thank you for all your writing your awesome.

Posted on desember 9, 2019 av swmoddy

“So
you gave him the crystal.”

Qui-Gon’s
deep voice echoed through
the mostly empty quarters of the Kenobi and Skywalker Duo, each of
them gone off somewhere else with Ahsoka having gone to find Barris
as
Ben simply
had shooed them all of with the assurance that he could handle a few
hours alone and would go find someone if he proved to get touch
starved or lonesome.

Ben
continued stirring his tea slowly and steadily, the man no more
perturbed by the echoing of an invisible voice than he would be by
bird song. “I did.” Ben hummed softly, glancing up when Qui-Gon
shimmered into view.

“Was
that wise?” The man frowned slightly at Ben.

This
was the moment Ben quietly cursed his addled state as he had
apparently spilled quite a bit of information to his old master.
Information no one but Ben should have.

Information
that would have Anakin watched with hawk eyes at all times.

And
further send him into the grasp of Palpatine or darkness at the very
least.

Taking
a small sip of his tea, Ben mused quietly on it before sighing and
looking up at Qui-Gon. “The potential for darkness is not the same
as always falling for it. And Anakin is not the same Anakin who once
knelt for a Sith master. I have done the Jedi no harm by giving
Anakin, the chosen one as you once said, one of the most powerful
crystals to ever exist.” He stated calmly.

Clearly
troubled, Qui-Gon looked away, Ben settling back in his seat to sip
his tea slowly as his old master considered the words and Ben’s
genuine belief in them.

Ben
had just settled in, having arrived back on Coruscant had been a blessing
for his old joints, the healers had fussed him away once the
council was done with him, though he knew that wasn’t the last of
the interrogation now that Ben was finally conscious.

The
healers had taken time to question him, ask him outright about things
Ben before had been confused about and then gotten a mental gauge on
him.

Ben
was now as capable as any aging Jedi master, though he still needed
tending to with his aching joints and worn down body, the man
confessing to years on Tatooine having done him no favors. So far the
healers were speculating options to help Ben overcome some of his
issues, though others were clearly permanent.

But
they could be soothed ever so slightly.

Some
through medication and others through treatment and some TLC for
an old man, who had spent a long time without enough water to
properly wash at times.

Healer
Marna had been quite insistent that Ben should regularly take warm
baths for his joints and arthritics sake.

And
a new tea had been added on the agenda for him to drink once a day,
once more for his joints issues but also his digestive system.

“Anakin
has started working on the crystals,” Qui-Gon’s voice cut through
Ben’s thought and the white haired man peeked up through his
eyelashes at the troubled master in front of him. “It’s shaping
up to be quite the weapon as he’s letting the Force guide him,
along with the materials.”

Ben
contemplated that, peering into the half drunk cup for a moment,
swirling the tea that reminded him so much of the muddy water he had
picked the crystal up from when he had been rummaging
for supplies and answers in the desert.

Tilting
his head a bit, Ben asked a question without words as he stared up at
his old master in his ghostly shape.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon looked like he was sending a prayer of forgiveness
of to somewhere before he opened his mouth. “He’s still very much
a slave to his emotions Ben. What if…” He trailed off.

Glancing
down, Ben stared at the contents of his cup before raising it and
swallowing the last with one painful gulp and then setting his cup
aside on the coffee table. “Then it will happen and it was the will
of the Force as much as Sidious manipulations. Regardless, I will be
here, watching, waiting… praying,” He looked up at Qui-Gon, the
man staring back at him with a pained grimace on his face. “And I
will fall here. Still praying.” Ben smiled at him.

Dropping
down on his knees, Qui-Gon settled his hands on Ben’s thighs,
staring at him with imploring eyes, opening his mouth
but
no noise escaped him. Shuddering Qui-Gon closed his eyes and then
slowly lowered his head until it was resting in Ben’s lap, the
ghostly blue shape shuddering against Ben as he struggled against the
tide of emotions in his chest.

Slowly,
Ben raised a hand and settled it on the back of Qui-Gon’s head,
slowly stroking the long, ghostly hair, gently stirring the locks and
pressing them down as he turned his head to look at the window,
smiling faintly at
the sight of blue sky and the sun.
“My… what a lovely day it is.” He hummed softly, letting
Qui-Gon sob in his lap like a lost child, Ben’s
hand gently carding through blue hair that he could touch.

I absolutely adore #ghostlyechos! Can we get forceghost!Obi-Wan talking to Rex and Luke? Because he cares for them so much and knows this must be devastating for them.

Posted on september 10, 2019 av swmoddy

Staring
at the ghostly shape, Luke felt his throat go tight before he glanced
at the rest of the group.

They
were all staring at the shape sitting on one of the overturned
statues of Sidious, sitting right on the head of the man.

Ben.

Or
rather Ben as he had been when he was still a Jedi who lived in this
temple.

He
kept shifting between his older and younger version, his clothes
shifting with him.

From
armored and robed to tunic and robed.

Clone
wars General to fleeing refugee.

Obi-Wan
to Ben.

But
he kept the same soft smile the entire time, each shift from young to
old and back had that same soft smile despite wrinkles coming and
going. He chuckled faintly before he stood. “I did figure you were
going here Luke, but I rather hoped not. It’s not a pleasant place
anymore.” Ben stated softly as he walked towards them, passing
through rubble.

Swallowing
thickly, Luke shrugged awkwardly. “I needed to see, I hoped…”
He trailed off.

The
ghostly Jedi stopped in front of him, watching him with kind eyes
before looking around at the ghostly echos around the temple. “There
is only death and pain here unfortunately, though maybe Sidious has a
few things hidden away in his vaults. You would have to examine them
when you get the vaults of his secrets open.” Ben rubbed his chin
before turning his head and looking at the rest of the group, his
smile growing.

He
tipped
Han a wink and bowed slightly to the rest, eyes lingering on Leia for
a few seconds with a fond smile on his lips until his eyes landed on
the last member and that was where Ben’s attention stayed. “Captain
Rex.” He said wonderingly, almost awed.

The
clone captain shifted forward, his
steps loud despite the ghostly echos around them moving, talking and
some screaming,
Luke watched from the corner of his eyes as the man came
up beside him and then
saluted. “General Kenobi, I-”

Whatever
the man was about to say was cut off as Ben moved forward and hugged
him. “I have missed you Rex, it does my dead bones good to see
you.” He stated in a warm, tender voice.

The
hug couldn’t have been tactile at all.

Ben
was a ghost, a spirit.

He
had no body to hug Captain Rex.

And
yet the old living clone sunk into the dead Jedi with a shuddering
breath escaping him. “…Could say the same for you General, though
I wish…” He trailed off, pulling back to look at the ghost, his
face twitching with dejection
in his amber eyes.

“Luminous
beings we are, not this crude matter.” Ben stated calmly as he
settled a hand on the captains shoulder, chuckling once more. “Yoda
said that all the time and honestly Rex, I’m right here, I can
converse, I can laugh, I can joke…and so can you. I do wish I had
known you were alive though.” He huffed heavily.

To
that Rex only snorted. “Forgive me sir but that’s osik. You know
as well as me where you were and why, you wouldn’t have left your
spot for anything.” Rex stated dryly, his white brows bunching.

Both
looked at Luke this time, the blond and black dressed Jedi flushing a
bit under the knowing eyes of the two and the rest of the team.

It
made him squirm to have the attention, he was still somewhat that
farm boy from Tatooine.

Ben
chuckled at the reaction before looking back at Rex. “True… but
you are here now. And I am free to come and go as I can… so I will
let you all finish up the mission you are on and come find you later
Rex… but Rex, don’t let the ghosts here hurt you too much, the
past is finished and over with,” Ben looked around, a mournful look
crossing his face. “And these are just ghosts that are better laid
to rest once peace and quiet comes over the temple.” He murmured.

The
group looked around too.

Peace
and quiet for the temple would take time but… it would come, time
could heal and soften scars, that included the spiritual ones.

Hi Moddy :), can I ask what will happen next in little broken Ben? Will the council start questioning? If yes, how will Ben handle it?

Posted on juli 4, 2019 av swmoddy

It’s
so strange to be back in the council chamber once more, standing in
front of the twelve councilor’s as if nothing has happened.

It’s
a chilly day on Coruscant, he can tell by the frosting on the panel
he can see just beyond Yoda and for a moment he is reminded that it
is the winter season of Coruscant and just how high up they are.

‘It
makes sense that there be frosting on the window panels…’ Ben
reminded himself, feeling far away and yet present at the same time
as he focused on Yoda’s sympathetic. ‘He would know how it feels
to be removed and shaken huh, being as old as he is, having seen so
many others go before him…’ And for a moment Ben remembered Yoda
standing in his quarters when Ben had still been Obi-Wan.

Remembered
the old troll asking if how many of Qui-Gon’s spare robes there
were.

Remembered
shaking old claws accepting one of the bundles of brown clothes.

Yes,
Yoda understood feeling lost and alone.

He’s
feeling better than in years even if he’s still weakened in some
areas but he’s healthy enough that a reluctant Qui-Gon and healers
are finally allowing the council to question him though it’s not
much of a questioning Ben would say as they simply stare at him.

He
wonder’s what they are seeing.

He’s
not much like the young teen that follows Qui-Gon Jinn, he’s had
too many heartbreaks and joys to be that teen.

But
maybe they see something worth everything as they seem very accepting
of his presence in the temple to the point where Yoda is allowing him
the choice to stay,
to enjoy the Archive and the companionship of those around him.

He’s
had several delightful conversations with Jocasta in
holo form from the Tython library,
Yaddle
and Plo about the library Tython
and all the records and scrolls that were there that had long since
been either decade too much or ruined in the temple due to battles
fought.

Like
the last Sith war.

Jocasta
had been beside herself to discover the treasure trove of scrolls
that still existed on Tython.

But
now came the time for answers and he had filled in as many details as
he knew or suspected was true.

But
it was hard to say how much of it was right when there was so much
going on during the clone wars.

At
least the council was now aware that there were Sith in existence and
they would be on guard, Palpatine was going to be watched closely so
they could figure out who his master was and Ben could only… pray
that it would be enough.

Would
be enough to save the temple, the children… Qui-Gon.

“What’s
going to happen to me?” He asked softly, daring
to break into
the quiet Force conversations happening as he focused on the twelve
councilors and
not the frosted panel or Yoda’s twitching ears.

“A
choice I believe I gave you, stay here you could.” Yoda cracked,
tapping his clawed fingers on his cane.

Fisting
his hands together, Ben sighed. “That’s all grand master Yoda but
I…” He slumped a bit, at loss for words.

“What
I believe Ben means,” Jocasta leaned in, her voice soft but a bit
stern as she gave the green skinned master a gimlet eye even through
the holo. “Is what he’s suppose to do,
Ben
is not a man of inactivity.” She scolded lightly while sitting back
on the chair she had found on Tython.

“Do?”
Plo leaned forward, a bit bewildered sounding as he observed Ben, the
time traveler blinking back. “I thought that was pretty clear to
all of us but maybe that’s just me.” He mused.

Confused
and showing it, Ben frowned slightly.

“Work
among the archivists I assume he would,” Yaddle hummed, picking
candies out of her robe that she was clearly intent on eating… or
slipping into Ben’s pocket when the other wasn’t watching, it was
hard to tell with the woman sometimes. “Work as a head Archivist
under Jocasta, continue with knowledge and maybe one day in the
future, head out to archaeology missions for the Jedi if desired to
leave Ben did.” She put the crunching treat into her mouth.

Blinking,
a bit at loss, Ben opened his mouth then closed it again.

He
could stay and just… work with books and scrolls as he had on
Tython?

He
wasn’t expected to do anything else except maybe answer some
questions occasionally to try and help the order survive?

“Aid
I promised you, if stay you would,” Yoda pointed out in a kindly
voice. “Stay you will?” He questioned, ears twitching.

“…I’ll
stay.” Ben whispered, feeling something close to bone breaking
relief settle into his bones.

“Least
we know he already has a room somewhere.” Mace said in an amused
tone from where he was settled, the man looking utterly relaxed and
stretched out in his chair. He didn’t even have the decency to look
contrite when Ben colored in embarrassment.

“Oh
I’m sure Qui-Gon will be happy to welcome another tenant
permanently into his quarters lest Micah and Tahl start making jokes
about green wookies again.” Si-Fo snorted loudly, yawning a bit.

Well,
Ben must admit he forgot how much of a tease the council could be
when they were relaxed.

‘But
they’re not wrong… Qui-Gon…’

Yes,
Ben would like to return to the other, he’d like that quite much
though the green wookie comment… oh… OH.

Well
now he felt silly even as he felt strangely pleased, shuffling his
feet while looking at his slipper covered toes with a silly little
smile.

‘He’s
jealous…’

hi Moddy, for whenever you want/feel like it, would you consider continuing Old and Sweet ? Will Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan talk ? I have a feeling that now, Ben’s humour will get him in trouble somehow lol. What will they do about the Chancelor ? Thank you, :)

Posted on mai 31, 2019 av swmoddy

Sitting
on the medbed, Obi-Wan stared at the empty air before slowly raising
his brows. “…Well? Are you going to show yourself or do I have to
go fetch Ben since he seems to be able to see you?” He questioned
quietly, his tone tight and his hands clenching on the fabric below
him.

After
waking up and getting a checkup by Helix, Obi-Wan had quietly
requested privacy to speak to Qui-Gon, Ben’s eyes too sad and too
knowing before he nodded and gave the invisible Qui-Gon a warning to
show his blasted blue eyes before he took Anakin and Helix with him
under the pretense of getting snacks.

Asajj
had snorted deeply and claimed she was going to nap, giving Anakin a
dark glare before glancing at Ben and back, clearly giving the blond
the full responsibilities of her master’s care before heading off
down the opposite hall for the bunks.

Bandaid
had gone willingly, giving his general a nervous but supportive look
before skedaddling off somewhere, locking down the medbay after him
for privacy.

The
air in front of him shifted and there he was, blue and brilliant and
just the same as he always had in tunic and robes been if see through
and all blue instead of just his eyes.

Unwillingly
Obi-Wan’s eyes dropped to his stomach, staring where the saber had
punctured, cutting through the man’s stomach, kidney and spleen,
severing nerves and cutting through arteries.

His
gaze turned blurry.

A
blue hand slid under his chin, Obi-Wan could feel the faint
vibrations but nothing but that as he looked up at the prompting,
meeting Qui-Gon’s saddened eyes as tears slowly slipped down his
own cheeks to fade into his beard.

“Oh
Obi-Wan,” He breathed out, cupping the redhead’s cheeks with his
hands so the same vibrating feeling settled there. “Little one, I’m
so sorry.” Qui-Gon murmured sadly, his lips twisting down.

“Why?”
Obi-Wan whispered. “If you’ve been there all along, why didn’t
you… I was so alone.” Obi-Wan hiccuped a bit, fighting for
composure still and clinging to the last shreds of it.

Qui-Gon
said nothing for a few seconds before sighing deeply as he ran his
thumbs over Obi-Wan’s cheekbones. “I wanted to Obi-Wan, believe
me, in the start when I entered the cosmic Force I wanted to but…
this is very difficult. I can’t hold my form for long and I still
struggle,” He explained quietly in that deep brogue Obi-Wan
remembered soothing his nightmares. “By the time I managed to
figure out how to manifest my form for others to see, you had come so
far and so much time had gone by that I felt like I’d do more harm
than good by appearing in front of you.” Qui-Gon explained himself
as he stepped closer to Obi-Wan, the redhead able to feel the slight
vibrations of the others robe touching his knees.

Shivering,
coughing and feeling like that early pathetic Initiate as the man
continued trying to sooth his tears without physically being able to
interact, Obi-Wan shook his head. “I would have welcomed it,
anything. Any sign that you were there, that I was doing good, that
you were proud of me…” He whispered in a shaken tone.

“Oh
little Imp, I am so sorry, I’ve always been proud of you.”
Qui-Gon whispered out in a thick, broken tone before wrapping his
arms around Obi-Wan in as good a hug he could manage in his ghostly
form.

Losing
the last of his composure, Obi-Wan let out a loud sob while gripping
the bed as hard as he could, knowing
that if he tried to grab the other man he would just go through him.
“You left me, how dare you leave me. You stupid jerk, you promised
you’d never leave so brutally.” Obi-Wan rasped out through his
tears, eyes clenching shut hard as he felt Qui-Gon’s hands pass
over him almost desperately, the vibrating shifting around.

“You’re
right, I’m the worst Obi-Wan. I am so sorry. I have nothing more to
say than that I’m sorry and I am so proud of the man you are, of
the Jedi you became. You’ve come so far my Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon
continued to whisper in that broken tone.

()()()

Sipping
his tea, Ben hummed softly. “I do hope you understand that it’s
nothing against you that Obi-Wan wanted some privacy?” He said
lightly, peering at Anakin over the rim of the cup as the younger man
sat opposite him in the mess, the two Jedi having captured a table
for themselves.

Blue
eyes peered at him in surprise before Anakin smiled sadly. “Yeah,
no I know that. He wanted privacy to confro-”

“He
wanted privacy to cry.” Ben corrected gently, tilting his head
slightly.

Mouth
open, Anakin stared at Ben for a few long moments before shifting,
almost shooting to his feet when Ben put his wrinkled hand on
Anakin’s hand, stopping him. “…Why?” Anakin questioned
helplessly.

Pondering
how to answer, Ben swirled the tea in his cup, a small frown on his
face before breathing out. “Obi-Wan has never been good with his
emotions, connected to them yes but sharing them, no,” He stated
slowly, frowning lightly as he tried to answer the other as best he
could. “Bullying makes one defensive and our creche days… were
not kind.” He settled on haltingly.

Anakin
stared at him, blue eyes widening in surprise and sudden
understanding.

Nodding
slightly, Ben sat down his cup and picked up Anakin’s hand in his,
pressing it between both of his cup warmed wrinkled ones. “He
needed to confront Qui-Gon without holding himself back, sometimes
healing can only start once you admit to being hurt.” He offered up
kindly and smiled softly.

Swallowing,
Anakin nodded slowly, feeling as if Ben was trying to tell him
something but uncertain of what.

“And
that hurt can only be acknowledged once you start communicating,”
Ben settled on, squeezing Anakin’s hand gently before picking up
his cup again. “Obi-Wan will speak to you soon enough about it but
for now, he needs to deal with the emotions he has about Qui-Gon’s
death and the abandonment it felt like.” He stated calmly.

Pondering
the words, Anakin nibbled on his bottom lip, feeling for the bond
they had yet to dismantle from his apprenticeship before deciding to
leave it alone.

Obi-Wan
had wanted privacy and Anakin would respect that and offer comfort
once the other was ready.

But
for now he’d stay by Ben’s side.

The last ask of little broken Ben is so sweet and warm. Qui would be able to fit Ben against his chest and body so easily to cuddle. And does Obi ever wish to comfort Ben as far as Qui does? Do we get Ben telling about what hes seen and what may not come to pass? Please Moddy?

Posted on mai 29, 2019 av swmoddy

Tucking
his arms even tighter around Ben, Qui-Gon marveled at the slight
weight
settled to his chest and lap as the redhead with silvery streaks
through his hair read his mystery novel while tucked up against the
Jedi’s body.

Ben
was almost like a sponge, soaking up all the warmth and comfort
anyone offered him after
the first few initial moments of tension from his touch starvation
and clearly being out of the Hall’s was doing him a great deal of
good.

The
healers however had not been comfortable with the idea of Ben living
on his own just
yet and
had therefore only agreed to releasing him as long as he roomed with
someone until
they were sure he wasn’t as overwhelmed or sensitive.
And so Ben had been released into Qui-Gon’s care.

And
by being in the living quarters of the Jinn and Kenobi duo, Ben was
also in Obi-Wan’s care as the padawan was often quick to remind the
man to take the small capsules of vitamins and the medications the
healers had insisted he’d take before making a full pot of tea that
he and Ben shared.

It
wasn’t that Qui-Gon wasn’t allowed the tea though, it was just
that when Obi-Wan made tea for them, he made his home planet’s tea
and for all that Qui-Gon adored tea, the bitter vana tea from
Stewjon.

And
Qui-Gon had no desire to drink that tea without literally adding a
ton of milk and sugar to it, thereby rendering the tea drink a mote
point.

So
he’d just make a small pot of sapir for himself at those occasions.

As
he was still under the healers strict orders to recover, the council
was also leaving Ben alone for now, letting him slowly recover both
physically and mentally from his prolonged isolation and the shift of time.

“That
tickles,” Ben suddenly complained and Qui-Gon hummed questionably,
raising a brow as the other lowered his pad a bit to squint at
Qui-Gon. “Your thumb, its rubbing my hip. It tickles.” He
explained.

Glancing
down, Qui-Gon chortled as he moved his hand a bit further up to Ben’s
waist instead. “Apologies, I wasn’t thinking… however, you’re
squinting. Do you need reading glasses Ben?” Qui-Gon questioned
quietly as the sun warmed the back of his head from their large
window.

Shrugging
faintly, the redhead moved the pad. “Maybe? It’s been years since
I had the opportunity to check honestly. Why
do you ask?”

Shrugging,
Qui-Gon shifted on the couch to a more comfortable position. “Well,
the way you are squinting at both me and the pad when you change
where you are looking is honestly all I have to go on,” He
explained quietly as Ben shifted on his lap to get comfortable once
more since Qui-Gon moved. “Is your sight blurry when you look at
things far or close to you?” He asked, hoping to clarify.

Frowning
a bit, Ben glanced about the quarters a bit. “…I guess there is
some blurriness from things that are further away.” He settled on
slowly, returning his brilliant green eyes to the Jedi master.

Nodding
at that, Qui-Gon smiled slightly in reassurance. “You’re somewhat
nearsighted then, common when one gets older and the reason why I
have a pair of reading glasses myself.” Qui-Gon stated as he slowly
rubbed along the others spine, feeling Ben arch it in response as
the red braid shifted at the move while mentally plotting to get the healers to look at Ben.

Humming
faintly, the time traveler nodded slowly. “Guess it makes sense. I
should speak to the healers shouldn’t I.” He sighed, stating more
than asking.

Still
Qui-Gon nodded while mentally cheering at Ben coming to the conclusion himself. “It would be best, would prevent the headaches I
bet you get from prolonged reading.” Qui-Gon murmured then chortled
softly when Ben flushed faintly, confirming the Jedi’s suspicion.

Ben
was slight, sweet tempered
and
healing and Qui-Gon couldn’t compare this man to the padawan he
knew as he tucked him back into his body and went back to watching
the tv with a warm, living plush to cuddle, Ben returning to his
novel for now in comfortable silence with the silent promise to go to
the healers tomorrow morning.

“…You
need a shower.” Qui-Gon observed quietly, lips pressed to the
others temple, smile curving his lips when Ben just snorted at him.

These
moments were what life was all about, even for a Jedi.

“You still owe him an apology Qui-Gon. Your poor padawan has believed for years that he was the reason you died and that he wasn’t good enough of a master for Anakin. Time for you to start fixing things instead of making other people fix them for you.” Old and Sweet

Posted on mai 13, 2019 av swmoddy

It
is the oddest thing to sit in a one sided conversation, knowing that
another person is there and yet not being able to see anyone or know
there’s a communication device as Ben continues snapping at the now
invisible Qui-Gon.

“You
still owe him an apology Qui-Gon. Your poor padawan has believed for
years that he was the reason you died and that he wasn’t good
enough of a master for Anakin. Time for you to start fixing things
instead of making other people fix them for you.” Ben
huffed loudly.

Anakin
winced, twiddling his thumbs as he tried not to listen even as he
tucked away the information that Obi-Wan felt that he wasn’t enough
as
he looked down at Obi-Wan knocked out on the medbed between them.

He
had barely managed to catch the other in time from hitting the ground
but Obi-Wan had yet to wake from the shock, Anakin coming with them
and leaving Rex and Ahsoka in charge of the Resolute as he went with
Ben and the passed out Obi-Wan to the Negotiator.

Sighing
and shaking his head, Ben finally turned to Anakin and smiled a bit.
“I apologize for trapping you in a rather… uncomfortable spot.”
He murmured gently.

From
the corner where she was sitting on a stool, Asajj snorted loudly and
continued painting her nails lazily.

Funnily
enough Anakin didn’t feel the urge to strangle her, only stick his
tongue out at the woman as he shrugged. “It’s alright Ben, it’s
been one of those… weird days.” He settled on.

Humming
faintly, Ben tilted his head while he watched Anakin before reaching
into his belt. “You know, I have a gift for you.” He said in a
thoughtful tone and pulling out a wooden box with carvings on.

Tilting
his head, Anakin looked in confusion between the box and Ben’s
face.

Holding
the box up, Ben hummed lightly before popping the lid and Anakin had
to hold his breath as
Asajj dropped her nail polish with a curse.
In the wooden box laid two pieces of purple crystals, gently glowing
but it was the feeling
they gave off that really caught the attention of
everyone.

The
only way Anakin could put it into words was power.

Like
sandstorm or a hurricane, unstoppable.

“These,”
Ben started, gently tapping the open lid with his thumb. “Are
crystals from an oasis pool on Tatooine. For thousands and thousands
of years, they have laid at the bottom of
its water
and gathered sunlight and moonlight through every sandstorm the
desert has sent past it, becoming Force sensitive in their own right,
the fury and the might of Tatooine seeping into them.”
He explained as they watched them
glow.

Anakin
stared at the crystals before jerking when Ben lifted his hand with
the Force and gently tipped the wooden box, the crystals landing in
his flesh hand. It felt like electricity went of inside him even as
physically no mark showed on him.

“I
can think of no one better than a son of Tatooine to wield them.”
Ben smiled softly at him as
he gently closed Anakin’s hands around the stones.

Swallowing
heavily, feeling as if he was locked in a sandstorm, Anakin looked up
with wide eyes. “B-Ben, I-”

Squeezing
his thin, crooked fingers around Anakin’s hand, Ben dropped the box
into his lap. “Use that fury and might Anakin, use it to protect
those who are the most vulnerable, use it to protect those who can’t
protect themselves… remember that the Jedi fell in my world because
they could not defend themselves against what was coming… we need
you, the knight that you are and the man that you could be.” He
said seriously in a broken tone.

Ben
knew.

That
told Anakin all he needed as he stared at the crystals in his hand.

Ben
knew about that bloody night on Tatooine and what Anakin had done in
a fit of fury that darkened his soul and stained it to this very day
and yet Ben had handed him some of the most powerful kyber crystals
Anakin had ever come into contact with just words of caution and
hope.

Hope
for the man he thought Anakin could be.

Hope
that Anakin could protect the order because something was coming,
they knew something was coming but they hadn’t been able to protect
themselves against it.

His
eyes dropped to Obi-Wan, laying pale and small looking in the bed
before rising to Ben’s wrinkled old face and the feel of the slight
tremors in his hand.

If
Anakin didn’t protect, this would become Obi-Wan, alone, damaged,
hurt and yet so kind and wise.

‘No,
no I won’t let him be alone, I won’t let Obi-Wan become Ben. I
love you Ben but I can’t let Obi-Wan become you.’ Anakin
tightened his grasp on the crystals and nodded. “I’ll put them to
use when we get to the temple, I think need better materials for
these than the ones I have.” He whispered reverently.

That
got a soft smile out of Ben before he dropped his hands to his lap.

About
to thank the other, Anakin got cut off as Obi-Wan exhaled and shifted
on the bed, slowly waking up with a confused look on his face.

Hi Moddy, I’m reading through your storys right now and just finished Old And Sweet (again). And I would like some more. What about Ben who talks to Qui-Gons ghost? Or teaches the others how to do it? Could be rather funny or angsty I imagine.

Posted on mai 6, 2019 av swmoddy

Settling
a cup down by Ahsoka’s side, Obi-Wan glanced worriedly over at Ben
as the man continued to scowl
lightly at
the empty space beside him with his arms crossed over his chest,
sitting on one of the crates they hadn’t loaded up yet to return to
Coruscant.

“He
still looking at air?” Anakin questioned as he stopped by his
former master’s side, frowning worriedly too at Ben.

For
the last hour or so, Ben had been looking rather put
out
at the air beside him except for that moment where Asajj went over
with a cup of tea, then he had looked rather amused for about a few
minutes before going back to pretty much pouting while sipping his
tea and staring up at the air.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan sighed deeply. “Maybe we should have the healers take a
look at him when we get home, he may have dementia that was hidden
underneath the Force addling and if that is the case, he needs
treatment.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly while internally panicking a
bit because if that was true then he’d
have dementia in the future.

Honestly
he was on five different new medications thanks to Ben and his blood
pressure medication had been upped in strength and he just didn’t
want to consider what else they’d like to do to him with what they
saw coming in Ben.

“Well,
he is an older man…” Ahsoka pointed out absently while going over
her study information.

“He’s
barely sixty Ahsoka, humans age like hell yes but thanks to medical
improvement we manage better and I am a Stewjoni,” Obi-Wan murmured
dryly. “Ben is only seven years older than Mace
Windu.”
He pointed out when she opened her mouth.

All
of them paused at that thought.

Ben
wasn’t all that older than Mace Windu and yet looked like he was
Yoda some days.

“Sun
exposure and dehydration?” Anakin scratched his chin.

“And
grief.” Ahsoka tacked on after a moment.

Grimacing,
Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “That would make up for the skin and joints
I imagine but the medical stuff…” He sighed deeply then focused
back on Ben as the man shifted a bit.

“Are
you going to continue being an asshole?” Ben suddenly asked the air
beside him, frowning up at nothing. “It will be quite tedious to be
considered to be demented when I’m quite lucid thank you very
much.” He
sniffed and took a sip of his cup only to glare into it and then look
up again. “Also my cup is empty you jerk.” He stood and hobbled
towards where Asajj was standing with the kettle.

Exchanging
looks, Anakin nodded towards Ben while widening his eyes at Obi-Wan.

Shrugging
while crossing his arms, Obi-Wan looked back to Ben.

Said
man was fondly patting Asajj’s cheek. “Thank you my dear, now,
as I was saying Qui-Gon, just pull your ass together.” He sighed
tiredly while turning around to glare slightly up as if he was
looking up at another.

Obi-Wan’s
heart clenched as Anakin let out a sharp choking noise, hitting
himself in the chest as he watched with wide eyes.

Ben
thought he was talking with Qui-Gon?!

‘I-I
knew that age would make you think people who died weren’t dead
anymore bu-but this is a bit far isn’t it?’ Obi-Wan thought
shakily as he wished he had alcohol in that moment as Anakin’s hand
came down on his shoulder in
support. ‘We
watched him die.
Ben can’t be that far gone… can he? He hasn’t seemed so the
last few days.’ Obi-Wan knew the others were confused though Ahsoka
had a look of faint recognition and understanding to the name.

But
unless you were there, unless you knew the story firsthand… there
were so many details missing to this story, the nuances lost with
time as Ben took a sip of his tea and tapped his foot on the ground.
“Ben, maybe you should take a rest?” He managed to get out, his
voice shaken.

Finally
the old man looked to him, his brows raising and then narrowing, a
look of deep displeasure crossing it as he turned his head and
outright glared as if someone had stolen his tea and underwear.
“Qui-Gon Jinn, so help me, you pull together that Force energy and
show your lousy ass this moment or I swear when I die, I will punt
you through a black hole and wait for you to come out only to repeat
it again.” Ben swore, his voice on the verge of angry and that was
as shocking as what he was saying.

Ben
had never been angry in as long as he’d been there, he had been
happy, lost, confused, sad or just gleeful.

But
he had never been angry and his anger was scorching in the Force and
gave off the same feeling as when you were scolded by someone you
looked up to, as when you knew you had disappointed someone.

The
air in front of Ben shimmered with blue and Obi-Wan could feel his
stomach dropping in shock.

Anakin’s
grip on his shoulder became painful as several troopers jerked their
blasters up from their belts as in front of Ben, the blue shape of
Qui-Gon became apparent as the old and dead
Jedi blinked down at Ben in exasperation. “Ben, this takes quite a
bit of energy I will have you know, I’m not sure how long I can
hold myself visible.” The man rumbled out.

Snorting
loudly, Ben pointed at Obi-Wan. “Go say sorry to your old padawan
you old grouch, you should have done that years ago.” He snapped
out with narrowed eyes.

The
world felt frozen to Obi-Wan as blue eyes, just as intensely blue as
when he had been alive, focused on his and a warm smile crossed
Qui-Gon’s face. “Obi-Wan, hello old padawan.”

Darkness
slipped in and Obi-Wan felt his knees buckle as the faint realization
that he was passing out hit him.

He
hoped Anakin had mind enough to catch him before he hit the ground.

So the picture you reblogged with ObiWan hiding the ladle? Could you maybe have Old Ben doing it in OldAndSweet to amuse Ventress/Ahsoka/various clones? I love everything you write!

Posted on april 17, 2019 av swmoddy

Watching
as the older version of Obi-Wan threw some more of the gathered herbs
into the pot, Anakin wrapped his arms around himself. “…So the
Chancellor.” He stated quietly to Obi-Wan, the man having not left
his since since Ben told them the identity of the Sith lord.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest too with a deep
breath. “It is… disturbing to realize he’s been so close for so
long without no one… noticing.” He murmured before swallowing
heavily and glancing up at Anakin.

A
glum and solemn mood had descended ever since, most of it coming from
the blond but he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around how high the
level of betrayal was actually going on not to mention his personal
conflict of it all.

His
mood had been so far reaching that even Ventress was showing signs of
being dejected and therefor Ben had, in a bright tone once Kix had
looked him over, declared he was going to make food for everyone and
hobbled to the mess tent as quickly as his aching knees allowed him.

“…I’m
sorry Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered, hesitantly resting his hand on
the others shoulder. The hesitancy hurt but Anakin understood since
earlier Anakin had rejected the comfort when it was offered from both
Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.

He
had wanted to throw a tantrum, had semi thrown a tantrum when he
threw a rock halfway across the camp with the Force but at least he
hadn’t hurt anyone or done something regrettable though he did
regret now cause it made people wary.

“Behold!”
Breaking out of his sulk even as the glum mood around him broke a
bit, Anakin turned his head from Obi-Wan to blink at Ben as the man
stood in front of the heating stove with an…orb?

A
floating silver orb the size of a man’s fist?

Blinking
heavily to make sure he was indeed seeing right, Anakin had to
conclude that Ben was indeed floating around an orb between his hands
while wiggling his fingers at everyone and grinning brightly.

However
Anakin couldn’t feel any Force at play so how in Sithhells was Ben
doing that?

“Marvel
at my display of amazing Force control
and quiver in awe at the beautiful shininess,” Ben crooned before
jerking his sleeve forward to show that the ‘orb’ was actually a
ladle, Echo
snorting his water out his nose in surprise when it came out.
“Is in all fact an illusion and I just stuffed a ladle into my
sleeve while
no one was looking,”
He grinned brightly as he waved the ladle at everyone before winking.
“The situation may seem bleak dear ones but never fret, we are not
so far gone yet that we can not recover.” Ben chirped brightly
before turning back to the pot and stirring the stew he was making
carefully.

Sliding
up to his side, Ahsoka peered up at him suspiciously before smiling.
“That’s a round about way of saying that things aren’t as bad
as we think isn’t it?” She questioned while leaning her head on
his shoulder.

Ventress
snorted, coming over with a cut up tray of some tubers or something
that Ben had given her, sliding it all into the pot as Ben continued
stirring. “I’d say it was a visual way of those words.” The
assassin drawled before setting down the knife and tray and leaning
against the stove too, watching Ben closely.

Reaching
out with his free, withered hand, Ben petted Ahsoka’s monterals.
“Things are never as bleak as one assumes if we continue to be
willing to look for the light young ones. We are in a time of change,
however change can be bad and it can be good,” Ben lifted the ladle
out and sniffed at the contents before reaching for the salt packet
Longshot had given him from the food rations, spreading some of it
in. “It is up to us which way that change goes just like it is up to me how this stew turns out and I don’t know about all of you but I’d rather it goes good.” He settled on,
giving a smile at them that had the crowsfeet around his eyes
scrunching up.

Mulling
on that, Anakin glance at Obi-Wan only to find the other already
looking at him, a hopeful smile on the redhead’s lips as he
squeezed the knights shoulder. A silent ‘I’m here if you want to
talk’ motion.

Nodding
slowly, Anakin felt a small smile twitch onto his lips only to jerk
to when Ventress gave a loud grunt. “Yeah well regardless what is
going on, you’re going to sit down or so help me old man, I will
make you sit down.” She seethed at Ben, who only chuckled and waved
his hand at her before yelping when the woman threatened him with the
medics and the healers once they were at the temple.

Quickly
Ben stuffed the ladle into a bemused Ahsoka’s hand and outright
waddled over to the benches, sitting down beside Boil with a grunt of
pain and then giving Ventress a wide eyed, ‘innocent’ expression
that made Anakin want to laugh.

OldAndSweet. SO. We get to see Ben go apeshit on Count Dooky, right? RIGHT? :D

Posted on april 8, 2019 av swmoddy

The
healers helped had done much for their Ben, something he proved with
his loose, flowing movements as he meet each of Dooku’s tightly
controlled makashi style thrusts with his own soresu parry.

Two
older men, both past their primes and yet still strong, master’s
of their forms,
medical aid helping them retain that
strength and
experience and instincts making up for where for where their age had
brought weakening in reflexes and speed.

And
Ben, for all that he had suffered and the heat had made him old
before his time, really could still jump.

Not
like Obi-Wan, there was no twisting into the air or bouncing in a
roll for Ben but
more simple jumps and easy twirls that allowed him to feint and use
his razor edged battle instincts against another master.

But
unlike Dooku, Ben fought to defend, keeping himself between the
serenno Count and the former dathomir assassin with simple ease. “My
my, I would have thought you were more of a challenge grandmaster,”
Ben practically chirped with familiar sass practically flowing from
him, lips twitching with amusement. “I seem to remember this being
a lot harder but maybe my age has teased my memories.” He dodged
beneath the red saber and almost slashed out at the Count’s chest.

Anakin
held his breath, barely blocking a blast that would have taken him
out as he kept half an eye on Ben.

In
the front he could see Obi-Wan making his way towards the command
droids to dismantle them and deprive Dooku of support, the redhead
followed by troopers that kicked up the dust and had shields that
blocked out the worst of the blasts and kept them as safe as one
could be in a battle as all of them were experienced in the usage of
the shields.

“You
are a thorn in my side though I see that you are quite formidable, it
would be much better for you to join me.” Dooku tried to sway Ben,
lashing out towards the other man’s knee with a kick that Ben
barely dodged.

Shaking
his head, Ben smiled almost kindly at Dooku. “Grandmaster, I’ve
seen your corpse already once. I’ve seen your head roll curtsy of
your master. I would rather we did not repeat that.” He answered in
turn.

The
answer seemed to startle Dooku and Ben swooped in at that second
of hesitation,
using the hilt of his saber to knock into the Sith’s wrist
numb and send it flying only
for Dooku to summon his saber back to his other hand.

Both
went right back to dueling, sweat dripping down their foreheads as
Dooku bounced back several meters and pressed on his wrist comm, cape
flaring around him. “I-I see that you are quite the formidable
master Jedi Master Ben, everything I believed Obi-Wan can become with
experience and time.” He panted out.

Ben
gave him a little salute with his saber, eyes focused on the other
man. “You’re going to run away,” He stated, his lips pursing as
Dooku smirked back. “There is little I can do to stop you, however
there
is always more than the darkness, more than the pain and the fear.
You know that, you were once one of us for all that you’ve done.”
Ben
stated calmly despite the annoyance in in his eyes.

Anakin
cursed, yelling at Rex as he pointed out the shuttle flying low
towards them. There was instant scurrying of troopers trying to aim
the cannons at the shuttle that was weaving through the blasts.

“However,”
Ben’s voice was cold and
clipped,
the
tone snapping
Anakin’s attention back to the old man as he stood in front of
Ventress. “I will give you one warning, the only warning I will
give you. If you ever come close to my lineage, to Asajj, Anakin,
Ahsoka or Obi-Wan with the intention to harm them, I will return your
action tenfold. This is not a threat, I do not do threats,” Ben
smirked. “I do promises so for your own safety… stay away from
them.” He stated calmly.

Dooku
grunted, blocking a blast aimed at his back before bouncing high into
the air, landing in the open shuttle and grasping a hold of the door
frame.

All
the while his eyes were locked on Ben as Ben’s eyes were locked on
him as
Dooku was taken away to safety by the stupid shuttle even as the ion
canons were being turned after the escaping Count
and Anakin just knew
that they would meet again.

‘…Great,
if they don’t become darksider followers they’re gonna become
darkside stalkers aren’t they?’ He questioned with a deep groan
before focusing back on the remaining droids as Ben turned to
Ventress, helping her up with gentle hands.

Back
to gentle, back to soft.

But
no longer addled as Ben smiled warmly at everyone once the droids
were taken care of, his eyes twinkling as he kept a hand on Ventress
shoulder. “Now, if I could be a bother, where is Kix? My knees are
murdering
me.”

Aware,
gentle, soft Ben with white hair and dust on his sweaty face.