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Kyber crystals – so does Sidious have a plan to try to capture Obi-Wan?

Posted on september 23, 2019 av swmoddy

Suppressing
the desire to laugh like a maniac is rather hard when one is as
gleeful as Darth Sidious is at this moment, but he manages somehow,
to hide his desire to laugh behind a genial smile as he steepled his
hands together in a triangle and gives Skywalker a parting word as
the boy makes his way out.

And
still the Sith has to count to five before he drops back in his chair
and chuckles lowly under his breath, still leery should his secretary
hear him or if the dimwitted girl has allowed anyone too close to the
office door without informing Sidious.

‘A
Star child.’ The Sith can’t help but marvel, rubbing his hands
together as he his lips lift in a smile that has too many teeth to be
good.

His
intended apprentice, the chosen one himself and his former Jedi
master is a Star
Child.
A creation made by the very stars themselves and given a flesh and
bone shape that cried power!

Oh
it’s almost too good to be true, Sidious wants to laugh even more
because his victory will be all the more sweeter once operation
Knight Fall arrives.

That
only leaves him with a few questions.

To
grab the man now, or to wait.

Rubbing
his chin, Sidious turned his chair to peer out the large window
behind his desk, staring at the Jedi temple lit up in a halo of a
blood red setting sun before he starts smirking and inclining his
head ever so slightly. “For now you’re safe… enjoy your days in
the sun for as long as they last, for once you are mine…” Sidious
eyes sparked yellow in his reflection, his grin predatory on his old
face. “You will cry yourself empty
of kyber until you break and are mine.”
He chuckled

And
even better, once Kenobi was his, he could be used to ensure
Skywalker’s obidence, ensure his place at Sidious side.

Oh
he wasn’t stupid after all, Skywalker loved Kenobi with all his
heart.

Not
in a romantic way, oh no it was purely platonic that was clear with
Skywalker being a clingy little cuddler, something that would have to
be trained out of him of course. But he still adored the other man
with all his heart, would guard and protect him with everything he
had and if Sidious got his hands on him…

Well,
Skywalker would do anything to help him and yet as powerful as he
was, he would be helpless to help Kenobi.

The
delicious anger that would provoke, the spite and rage…

Oh
Sidious could already taste it on the tip of his tongue, the rage,
the despair and the pain.

Standing
as he stared at the temple as dusk finally started to appear at the
edge of the horizon, Sidious licked his lips with hunger.

He
couldn’t wait until Kenobi was firmly caught in his web, helpless,
friendless and tortured, only tears and darkness for him to give
Sidious what he desired.

‘Rest
well as long as you can Kenobi, your safety will be spoiled before
you know it.’ He sneered silently.

()()()()

Green
eyes snapped open and Obi-Wan let out a slightly confused noise, half
sitting up on the couch to look around the quarters.

A
quick glance confirmed to him that both Ahsoka and Anakin were still
out, their boots not by the door mats just yet and Anakin’s
slippers were still by the door.

So
what had woken Obi-Wan?

Licking
his lips a bit, Obi-Wan glanced tiredly about the quarters and then
slowly laid back down, tugging the star pattered blanket around
himself again as he settled down to continue his nap as the healers
had recommended for him. And yet, even as proper darkness fell and
Obi-Wan should have an even easier time taking his nap, especially
with the sleeping aids the healers had given him, Obi-Wan found
himself unable.

His
eyelids were heavy and yet his mind seemed to scream at him that
something was wrong.

Something
dangerous was afoot.

Something..
illusive.

Unconsciously,
Obi-Wan shivered and tucked his hand around the little
bag tied to his belt where the
two pink kyber crystals he had cried during the council meeting were
held,
seeking warmth and comfort they
emitted to those in contact or using them.

And
yet he still could not find the rest or the comfort from before,
something cold settling in his bones.

In
the end, it was the drugs the healers had given him only hours
before, that finally dragged him back into an uneasy sleep as he
shifted fitfully around, the flashes of yellow eyes and lightning
appearing in his dreams that he wouldn’t remember when he woke up
to Anakin entering the quarters hours later, a tired and haggered
look on the blonds face that rapidly made Obi-Wan forget about his
own unease.

In
the end, Obi-Wan Kenobi’s number one priority would always be
Anakin Skywalker.

And
so the uneasy sleep was forgotten in favor of comforting a friend.

#thelightinus: Sidious tries to snare something from Obi-Wan again to use for his Sith Sorcery.

Posted on juli 8, 2019 av swmoddy

Blasted
karking leaking pus infected cocks!

Glaring
at his blackened hand, Sidious growled to himself before throwing
himself onto his couch to glare at the window while wiping his hand
on his outfit as he didn’t want to soil the couch since the latter
was harder to clean.

Every
time he tried to get his hand on something of Kenobi, it ended up
bursting into fire.

Either
the moment he held it in his grasp, when he infused it with the dark
side or the moment he initiated whatever ritual he required it for.

It
never failed and he was becoming rather perturbed
by it.

It
was as if the Force itself was working against Sidious and with a
growl he summoned one of the more expensive bottles of wine out of
his cabinet with a wave of his hand, pulling a glass after it a
moment later.

‘I
need to get something that won’t burn, something that is still
personal but won’t karking burn… his hair does not work, his
feathers all crumble in my grasp, the soiled bandages lit up like a
bonfire and Force knows the robe Dooku’s little acolyte managed to
get me didn’t work out.’ Sidious seethed with his own emotions.

Then
he paused, the rim of the glass against his lips.

Thinking
back to the blood soiled bandages… it was the fabric that lit up
now that he thought about it.

Little
traces of the feathers attached to the fabric along with the blood.

Kenobi’s
blood…

Maybe
if he could get his hands on the Jedi’s blood he would finally have
a proper ritual item but even more than that, blood could be so
useful.

‘I
still would have preferred the feathers to work, such soft, delicate
things, so
tightly entwined in his physical being that there would be no doubt
that it would work.’
Sidious narrowed his eyes at his blackened carpet, cursing
the pretty little things for once more causing him to need to replace
his carpet before he could allow visitors.

And
he knew that there was some damage control to do, he would need to
invite Skywalker the moment the boy was on Coruscant.

Blast
it, he should have been more careful but to have Kenobi at his
fingertips…

He
could still almost feel the fluttering of feathers, so close and
vibrant and his fingertips itched.

He
would have the other on his knees, he’d rip those wings apart,
Sidious would have Kenobi on his knees, chained and drained and made
into a vassal.

()()()

Brushing
his bared
hand
gently over the wings and scaring away the fireflies that had settled
in the already glowing appendages, Cody smiled faintly to himself as
he continued slowly brushing his hand along the warmth while
tucking his glove onto his belt.

The
glowing bugs took to their own wings and left the General’s alone
as the man smiled in bemusement at him. “They weren’t a bother
you know, I hardly even noticed they were in my wings and they
weren’t really all that gross.” He stated calmly, letting out a
soft noise when Cody settled beside him.

“They’re
pretty but I rather like your wings without anything in them…”
Cody murmured as he sat down on the little rocky outcropping with his
General, both of them now being able to observe the valley below them
full of animals coming and going to the waterhole.

Behind
them the 212^th
and the 501^st
were winding down, taking the precious moments of rest they were
allowed since the planet’s meteorite shower was interfering with
communications on all points, making it impossible to get mission
order or even locate any enemies on planet.

Glancing
up, Cody let out a thoughtful hum as he took in the flashes of lights
above them as he dared to place his hand down with his fingertips
brushing his General’s lightly, feeling the warmth of skin. “That’s
rather gorgeous a view huh.” He said thoughtfully, as if his heart
wasn’t nervously thumping in his chest, having not really had the
time before to just settle down and observe a meteorite shower from
below.

“I’d
say it is.” Obi-Wan stated fondly and when Cody glanced at him, he
found the Jedi looking at the clone commander with soft eyes, his
wings rustling softly.

Swallowing
heavily, Cody internally sent off a prayer and then shifted his hand
closer, grasping Obi-Wan’s warm, calloused hand in his own, feeling
little scars and dents in the skin.

Little
imperfections that were perfect against Cody’s own.

Instantly
Obi-Wan grasped Cody’s hand in return, cradling the trooper’s
caramel colored hand in his own pale one as they focused back up at
the sky.

After
a moment Obi-Wan’s wing settled around Cody’s shoulder, warming
him and shielding him as they remained sitting side by side, gazing
at the darkening
sky with a cool breeze brushing over their faces.

Vaderkins being gifted padawan Obi by his master?

Posted on mars 26, 2019 av swmoddy

Anakin
is bored.

Laying
on his back with his legs slung up over the back of the couch as he
reads the damn politics
book his master demands of him, Anakin is utterly bored but he dares
not slack in his reading because he knows that if Sidious figures out
that he has been lackluster, the old crow will punish him and it will
not be good.

Anakin
has seen the man’s former apprentice, Darth Maul’s metal leg is
still the whisper of many Sith apprentices when the zabrak is not
listening.

So
Anakin reads and tries to take in the details he knows he will be
quizzed on though why he needs to know all this he doesn’t know.

Anakin,
or Vader when he is a Sith on a mission, has the Force and is
superior to any slimy politician.

They
will listen or Anakin will choke them.

He’s
just about to give up when the door swishes open and Anakin hurries
to sit up properly and get to his feet because its Sidious in all his
wrinkly glory and Anakin bows quickly in respect while murmuring a
quiet master.

Sidious
surveys him with acidly yellow eyes for a moment before smirking. “I
see you are working hard my apprentice. And you have been doing
rather well for the last few months much to my very pleasant
surprise.” The man drawled.

Anakin
glanced up at him through his bangs, half curious and half wary of
what his master is up to now.

“So
I have decided to reward you apprentice,” Sidious stepped aside,
Anakin straightening in surprise as he sees the person behind his
master, a shorter person in a brown cloak and bare human feet, the
hood up. For a moment Anakin wonders if his master has gotten him a
slave of his own or a concubine. And then his jaw drops when Sidious
pushes the hood back with a flicker of his hand, showing a head full
of copper hair but more importantly, a thin braid trailing down below
the right ear to lay against the man’s neck and shoulder. A young
human male, not much older than Vader, a blindfold wrapped around his
eyes and a collar around his neck, shifting uncertainly. “Your very
own Jedi pet.” Sidious smirked at Anakin’s face.

“How…
where did you…” Anakin approached slowly, watching how the Jedi
shifted warily on his heels, clearly aware and afraid yet knowing
that he couldn’t escape. “I thought they were hiding?” He
finally got out, his voice choked.

“Oh
indeed,” Sidious chuckled darkly, also looking at the young Jedi.
“But sometimes we get lucky. With so few of them left, I figured I
would get you your own Jedi pet… but its up to you what you wish to
do with him.” Sidious shrugged before glaring at Anakin. “Do not
disappointment me Vader, do not let him escape.” He growled
quietly.

Fear
sizzled along Anakin’s spine for a moment before his eyes focused
back on the redhead standing shivering in the sun shining in through
the cold Coruscant winter day. “…That won’t be an issue
Master.” Anakin promised quietly, licking his lips a bit as a flash
of pale skin peeked out through the robe.

Sidious
just smirked and waved his hand, heading for the door. “The collar
is a Force inhibitor. Now, do not disappointment me young Vader,
there are still many trials to come.” And with that the Sith Lord
was gone, leaving Anakin with his new present.

His
very skittish, pretty present.

‘…They’re
all going to be so jealous, I have a Jedi.’
Anakin stared at the man, a hungry grin across his face as
he slowly moved closer to the Jedi as his eyes continued to trail the
little flashes of flesh and skin when
the robe fluttered.

He
want to bruise the other, but
a thought grabbed him by the back of the neck.

It
would be easy, so
easy to
hurt,
maim him, hold him down, take
him roughly and
eventually break him like he had seen others do to Jedi that had been
caught and caged.

But
Anakin wanted more, he wanted the other to curl into him and hide,
wanted him to seek out Anakin’s touch, a
permanent reminder of Darth Vader’s superiority.
‘What was that old adage? You get more flies with honey than
vinegar?’ Anakin licked his lips then reached up and carefully
undid the knot of the blindfold, ignoring the flinch of the Jedi as
green eyes squinted at the light and tried to hide the fear in the
Jedi.

Vaderkins being gifted padawan Obi by his master?

Posted on mars 26, 2019 av swmoddy

Anakin
is bored.

Anakin
has seen the man’s former apprentice, Darth Maul’s metal leg is
still the whisper of many Sith apprentices when the zabrak is not
listening.

So
Anakin reads and tries to take in the details he knows he will be
quizzed on though why he needs to know all this he doesn’t know.

Anakin,
or Vader when he is a Sith on a mission, has the Force and is
superior to any slimy politician.

They
will listen or Anakin will choke them.

Anakin
glanced up at him through his bangs, half curious and half wary of
what his master is up to now.

His
very skittish, pretty present.

He
want to bruise the other, but
a thought grabbed him by the back of the neck.

It
would be easy, so
easy to
hurt,
maim him, hold him down, take
him roughly and
eventually break him like he had seen others do to Jedi that had been
caught and caged.

Hi Moddy, I’d like to see more of the Obiwan caught the plague, and Vaderkin found him and took him home. Do they find a cure for him medically? Or does Vaderkin descend into sith alchemy? and does Vader use the easy access to Obiwans head to make their bond permanent?

Posted on mai 18, 2017 av swmoddy

“Lord
Vader, I feel I have to warn you once again that while this will cure
him, it may also permanently damage Master Kenobi.” Sidious eyes
were glowing maliciously inside the hood he usually wore now a days
and Anakin felt his lips twist in contempt.

“He’s
permanently damaged as it is. As long as what comes out of this is
still Obi-Wan, I will be satisfied.”

“Yes
the droids told me as much.” The man sat back, watching his
apprentice though Anakin knew he had far suppressed the other in
sheer power.

There
was a reason the other was slow to teach him what Anakin needed to
know.

After
all, Sith apprentices became proper lords once their masters were
gone.

“His
legs are fully crippled?” Sidious was almost gloating in his tone
and Anakin felt himself twist in rage.

Obi-Wan
would be proud of him to know he only narrowed his eyes in response.
“They lost much muscle mass, cybernetic may not help so yes.”

“You
could give up his legs, that could be the sacrifice in the alchemy.”

Anakin
wanted to tear out the tender spots of the mans throat but kept his
words barely behind his teeth. “There are other things to
sacrifice.”

“That
Kenobi would accept?”

“He
never needs to know.”

“If
you use someone else, you don’t think he’ll find out?” Sidious
cackled, sitting back in his throne. Anakin felt the hairs on the
back of his neck rise and knew with certainty that Sidious would
‘slip it’ to Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan
understands death row.” He settled on slowly. “My method would
be more painless then even death row.”

The
two stared at each other.

“Touche
apprentice…”

()()

–Obi-Wan?–
It was easier to slide into the others mind now, almost too easy but
considering the bonds they had formed even in Obi-Wan’s passed out
state, that may not be so strange despite Obi-Wan’s now stronger
shields.

A
rousing humming greeting him as Obi-Wan’s conscious mind swam to
the surface, a wary ‘glance’ around as if to check for others
before he allowed Anakin to grasp him and bring him close. He’d
often wonder how it would look, would it be as if he was grasping the
real Obi-Wan, hugging him like he hadn’t done since he was a
youngling himself?

It
was a…nice image.

He’d
have to recreated it once Obi-Wan was out of the tank.

–Its
just me. I wouldn’t let him near you.–
He soothed the light in his arms, wondering if Obi-Wan couldn’t
manifest as a form in his own mind or was choosing not to.

Perhaps
a bit of both, it was Obi-Wan, he
could be petty at times or he just may not have the energy for it.

–Cautions…what
did you want Anakin?–
Obi-Wan’s voice vibrated with curiosity.

–I
found a way to bring you out of the tank, but it has costs. Sith
alchemy.–

Disgust
coiled in the light but Obi-Wan wasn’t outright denying him so
there was something at least.

–You
should just let me go Anakin, I accepted my death when I discovered I
had the plague of all things.–

They
had this argument a few times and Anakin knew each and every word
they’d say. So he ignored it.

–Your
legs are most likely ruined for life, the healers don’t think
cybernetic even can fix them at this point. But I was thinking I
could take a death ro-–

There
was something flat in Obi-Wan’s light and Anakin had to bite in a
chuckle at the look the other must be sending him.

-You
are not using someone else to fuel my life.–

–Death
row Obi-Wan. Convicted pedophiles and murderers. Not a rebellion
agent, nothing like that but someone who hurt children like Leia and
Luke.- Anakin coaxed.

And
there was the real argument between them, why Obi-Wan was still
there, why he himself just hadn’t let himself go into the Force.

The
twins.

Hesitation
curled into Obi-Wan’s light.

–If
my legs are really that shoddy, I couldn’t protect them you know.–

–They
don’t need that. They need your love. I’ll give you a few days to
think about it Obi-Wan. You don’t need legs to hold them and love
them.- He was about to pull out
to let the other think when the light that was Obi-Wan latched onto
him tight. –Obi-Wan?–

–…It
gets lonely in here…stay a little bit longer?–

Delighted,
Anakin instantly curled himself around the light and gave it a nuzzle
in the best of words. –Anything for you.–

A
relieved sigh echoed. –Thank you Anakin.–