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I love silent screams so much! But the last chapter has me wondering; does Obi-Wan have some remaining guilt for what happened to Qui-Gon? I think both probably need to have a serious talk and some tlc

Posted on januar 29, 2019 av swmoddy

Watching
the other man mutely for a long moment as Qui-Gon continued dressing,
Obi-Wan let out a soft noise that got the other man’s attention and
prompted him to turn his head enough to look at him with his
remaining eye. “I’m sorry…” Obi-Wan whispered.

Qui-Gon
blinked and then finished tying his belt before turning properly
around with a hand on the dresser for support. “What are you
apologizing for Obi-Wan?” He rumbled, face furrowed in confusion
which bunched his facial scar that crossed through his eye.

Shuffling
a bit on the bed, Obi-Wan pressed his hands together. “If it wasn’t
for me… you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” He swallowed harshly
while glancing down at his knees, biting his bottom lip roughly
enough to taste blood. If it wasn’t for Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon wouldn’t
have been tangled up with the Sith, wouldn’t ha-

A
warm hand cupped his cheek and Obi-Wan, its thumb tugging Obi-Wan’s
lip away from his teeth as he looked up quickly in surprise with
his pale eyes.
Qui-Gon had hopped over on his remaining foot, the crutches left
behind by the dresser as he smiled gently down at the redhead. “I
do not blame you Obi-Wan. You were not the one to wield the saber,
you were not the one to give the order and you were not the one who
attacked without mercy.” He rumbled, stroking the bleeding lip
carefully before zapping it with a bit of healing Force the old Jedi
master had learned.

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan’s eyes watered. “But he attacked because I was the-” He
rasped out only for Qui-Gon to interrupt him by shaking his head.

“True
but you did not ask for it. You were as much a victim as I was my
dear Obi-Wan and I have no blame for you,” He slid his arms around
the other man, being more careful of the mech arm than the flesh
since he was still uncertain of it. “I
know however that guilt, particularly guilt tied to injuries and
survival, is hard and therefor I know it may take you some time to
get around it but know that I do not blame you my dearest one.”
Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s forehead.

Fisting
his hands into the tabards of Qui-Gon’s outfit, Obi-Wan sniffled
softly before nodding, smiling weakly.

He
didn’t think it was a feeling he could forget easily, the sight of
Qui-Gon’s body on the ground, limbs severed, forever seared into
his mind but maybe he could find the space to forgive himself one
day.

He
tugged lightly on the tabards. “Let me help you finish dressing?”
He whispered. “I know you want to do it yourself but… please?”
Obi-Wan added softly.

Smiling
tenderly, Qui-Gon nodded and shuffled back so Obi-Wan could stand,
clearly grateful for the support back to the dresser. “Lets get
ready and out of here huh? Anakin and Ahsoka are waiting for us.”
Qui-Gon rumbled quietly.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan guided the other back to the dresser, wiggling his bare toes
on the floor. “We’re going to our quarters finally?” He
questioned hopefully, beaming when Qui-Gon nodded.

“The
healers see it fit to release us finally though we both have
appointments for a few more weeks and I need to decide on my leg
prosthetic.” Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, pressing another fond kiss
to Obi-Wan’s forehead as the redhead picked up Qui-Gon’s belt.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan quietly helped Qui-Gon, a warmth opening up in his chest. ‘…I
could get used to this… I could get used to this if he lets me.’

I love silent screams so much! But the last chapter has me wondering; does Obi-Wan have some remaining guilt for what happened to Qui-Gon? I think both probably need to have a serious talk and some tlc

Posted on januar 29, 2019 av swmoddy

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan’s eyes watered. “But he attacked because I was the-” He
rasped out only for Qui-Gon to interrupt him by shaking his head.

Fisting
his hands into the tabards of Qui-Gon’s outfit, Obi-Wan sniffled
softly before nodding, smiling weakly.

He
tugged lightly on the tabards. “Let me help you finish dressing?”
He whispered. “I know you want to do it yourself but… please?”
Obi-Wan added softly.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan guided the other back to the dresser, wiggling his bare toes
on the floor. “We’re going to our quarters finally?” He
questioned hopefully, beaming when Qui-Gon nodded.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan quietly helped Qui-Gon, a warmth opening up in his chest. ‘…I
could get used to this… I could get used to this if he lets me.’

#blackenedsouls- Vader is concerned about Obi… I mean Ben’s safety when Palpatine tries to call him again. Thankful demon bonds are stronger than any binds a human can cast on a demon.

Posted on januar 28, 2019 av swmoddy

The
human is calling again and its only luck that has Vader in the
bathroom when the summoning comes.

Palptine
is an annoying, incompetent son of a bitch and if Vader could destroy
him he would but this human is not that
incompetent. He has drawn the protective rune that keeps Vader from
touching him properly, he just hasn’t drawn the right rune for a
prince of Hell’s obedience in his orders.

Not
that its easy to control a prince of hell regardless.

Vader
could spring the leash that holds him quite easily but he had been
curious the first and now…

Now
he needs Palpatine to keep summoning him to ensure Obi-Wan remains
safe and no other demon is sent after him. Vader has enemies among
his own, not everyone has liked his rule and Ahsoka, his sweet sister
and spymaster, is keeping an eye on all the dissenters.

Especially
after being told that Obi-Wan had been found.

She
however could not leave her position in Hell, not with her network as
she risked losing information if she left for more than a day. Ahsoka
has seen him however, has come to the house and followed ‘Ben’
around, breathed in the scent that reveals the truth.

Their
Obi-Wan.

Listening
to the human rant, Vader served a half baked lie about Obi-Wan
wearing jewelry that provided him protection as long as he was
wearing it, causing Palpatine to snarl and pull on a pair of black
gloves with red runes before he reached for a book on his bookshelf.

Wait…

Those
were Hell books, the glowing symbols in the colors of the world
printed on unmistakable as Vader had read many of them to be the
prince of hell after Qui-Gon.

Vader
narrowed his eyes, taking note of the titles before disappearing from
the summoning circle to return to the bathroom at the dojo, donning
his human disguise once more as his eyes glowed.

How
had a human gotten his hands on Hell books?

Much
less knowing how to handle them without burning his hands off.

‘Someone
has given him those,’ Vader thought darkly, growling faintly even
as he prepared to plead himself sick to Obi-Wan.

Vader
needed to go home and he needed to speak with Dooku.

()()()

Watching
Anakin go with concern, Ben bit his lower lip as he wished he could
drive the other home and not just call a uber for him. They were
working at the same hours today because they were running a large
group of students and having two instructors seemed like a good idea
but Ben could do it on his own.

But
because of that, Anakin had carpooled with him and Ben had been
grateful for the company.

Particular
Anakin’s company.

Strange
dreams and strange neighbor behavior aside, Ben knew he was
developing rather strong feelings for Anakin beyond lust.

The
blond was funny, he was sweet, caring and there was something in his
eyes that just… spoke to Ben.

He
fit with the other and with his family like he hadn’t fit with
anyone else all since those years ago when he woke up with no idea who he
was and where he belonged.

And
to know he was sick enough to need to go home, looking a bit green
and sweaty without any exercise and potentially having thrown up when
he was in the bathroom… well it was enough to make Ben feel very
worried for the other.

‘I
should drop by when I get home, check in on him… maybe bring him a
cola since he likes it.’ Ben shook himself as students started to
arrive, slapping on a smile for them as he decided to think about his
poor Anakin once he had the students going,

#blackenedsouls- Vader is concerned about Obi… I mean Ben’s safety when Palpatine tries to call him again. Thankful demon bonds are stronger than any binds a human can cast on a demon.

Posted on januar 28, 2019 av swmoddy

The
human is calling again and its only luck that has Vader in the
bathroom when the summoning comes.

Not
that its easy to control a prince of hell regardless.

Vader
could spring the leash that holds him quite easily but he had been
curious the first and now…

Especially
after being told that Obi-Wan had been found.

Their
Obi-Wan.

Wait…

Those
were Hell books, the glowing symbols in the colors of the world
printed on unmistakable as Vader had read many of them to be the
prince of hell after Qui-Gon.

Vader
narrowed his eyes, taking note of the titles before disappearing from
the summoning circle to return to the bathroom at the dojo, donning
his human disguise once more as his eyes glowed.

How
had a human gotten his hands on Hell books?

Much
less knowing how to handle them without burning his hands off.

‘Someone
has given him those,’ Vader thought darkly, growling faintly even
as he prepared to plead himself sick to Obi-Wan.

Vader
needed to go home and he needed to speak with Dooku.

()()()

But
because of that, Anakin had carpooled with him and Ben had been
grateful for the company.

Particular
Anakin’s company.

Strange
dreams and strange neighbor behavior aside, Ben knew he was
developing rather strong feelings for Anakin beyond lust.

The
blond was funny, he was sweet, caring and there was something in his
eyes that just… spoke to Ben.

He
fit with the other and with his family like he hadn’t fit with
anyone else all since those years ago when he woke up with no idea who he
was and where he belonged.

Obi-Wan’s family is in shock that Obi is pregnant is Hoarder Seer.

Posted on januar 28, 2019 av swmoddy

Glancing
between the members of his linage, Obi-Wan raised his brows a bit as
Qui-Gon sat with his chin on his hand and elbow on the table, the
only sign of his serenity disturbed the ever so slightly to wide
eyes. Anakin was sitting back against the chair, head tipped back
while staring up at the ceiling and his mouth ajar and Ahsoka was
tapping her fingers on the table, brows scrunched up in thoughts and
her lekkus twitching.

They
had all congregated to the kitchen because it was time for dinner and
it had been the quietest dinner Obi-Wan had the pleasure of having.

Well
pleasure was stretching it.

Finally
he let out a deep sigh and
stood, picking up his empty plate.

That
finally jerked the others out of their thoughts, Qui-Gon instantly
standing with Anakin, the older settling his hands on Obi-Wan’s
shoulders.

“Ah
maybe you should go take it easy Obi-Wan, we wouldn’t wan-”

“I
can take that! It’s my turn to do the dishes anyhow!” They both
spoke over each other.

Obi-Wan
groaned loudly as Ahsoka sat back in her chair, a slightly amused
look crossing her face. “Please tell me you two aren’t going to
become overbearing fusspots now?” He questioned in quiet despair as
both Anakin and
Qui-Gon colored somewhat.

The
two exchanged glances, Anakin’s on the verge of pleading and
Qui-Gon resigned before the older took the lead. “Obi-Wan… you
have a multiple pregnancy to carry, male pregnancy isn’t easy from
the start but with several kids…” Qui-Gon hesitated before
pulling Obi-Wan from the table. “Obi-Wan, you have a seventy
percent chance of losing them before the sixth month mark and that’s
is you take care
of yourself and don’t stress.”

Obi-Wan
swallowed, glancing towards his pad where he knew that Bant had
uploaded several pamphlets while giving him stern instructions to
read them today,
her large eyes glittering seriously which clued him in that she would
check the next day if he had. “…Taking my plate to rinse isn’t
hard.” He said delicately even as he allowed Qui-Gon to bustle him
into the couch.

Settling
beside him, Qui-Gon sported a serious expression. “Maybe not, but
you still haven’t digested the fact that you’re pregnant, have
you?” He questioned quietly.

Leaning
his elbows on his knees, Obi-Wan placed his face in his hands,
rubbing furiously. “There’s to much to do, the war is going to
drag on and we can’t ju-”

“Would
you say the same to Boil?” Qui-Gon questioned gently, smiling when
he got a horrified look in return. “Just because we’re Jedi who
serve the galaxy does not mean that we don’t have duty to
ourselves-” He reached out and placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s still
flat stomach. “And to the ones who depend on us personally.”

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan stared at him before letting out a hitched breath
and crawling into Qui-Gon’s lap, clinging to his old master.

“Oh
little one,” Qui-Gon whispered, holding the overwhelmed man
tightly. “It’s going to be alright.”

The
old nicknamed loosened the panic in Obi-Wan’s chest he
had been suppressing since Bant’s news.

He
was pregnant, they were in the middle of a war, Cody was the father,
Cody was a soldier
and oh Force!

He
wheezed into Qui-Gon’s chest as
he grasped Qui-Gon’s tunic. “Q-Qui-Gon!”

Larger
than life and warm to a fault, Qui-Gon held him. “I know, I know,
we’ll speak with Cody soon but right now just… let it pass little
one. Let yourself feel.” Qui-Gon rumbled as Obi-Wan sobbed into his
collarbone.