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So after the deed is done in Guild of Exile, maybe Obi and Ani need to talk. Obi doesn’t strike me as the type to sleep with his customer’s husband’s without them knowing something.

Posted on august 5, 2019 av swmoddy

For
all their need, or more specifically, Anakin’s need, they didn’t
delve deeper than the kiss that they had initiated though Obi-Wan did
allow the Jedi to share his bed and bunk for closeness, Anakin
leaving the Resolute in Rex capable hands to join the captain on the
Dalliance.

And
he got to see the bridge, staring in fascination at all the swaying
colored glass orbs hanging near the captain chair where
Obi-Wan was going over information, needing to be undisturbed for a
bit.
“What are they?” He finally asked, crossing his arms over his
chest as he felt the smooth vibration of a well maintained motor
below his feet.

“It’s
captain’s way of finding out if a job is dangerous,” Lace
answered absently, the former trooper wearing her hair loose and
swaying around her hair in curls at the moment. She was a bit dark
ringed around the eyes still but for someone who had been dead for
seconds, she was in amazing shape. “Since he has the Force, if a
glass orb falls, it means the job is a shit-chute and we have to act
accordingly.” She yawned.

Hoodie
roared in agreement, while
Blast, the ammunition and explosive expert, gave a loud snort.
“That’s when you know we need my hand on everything.” He
smirked only for several to complain about him fucking up their best
blasters with his ‘improvements’ and whatnot.

‘So
he uses these to gauge if a job is harder than it should be…
that’s…fascinating.’ Anakin stared at the orbs before jumping
when a hand touched his hip, Obi-Wan nodding his head towards the
door.

Nodding,
Anakin followed silently, watching Obi-Wan and Lace exchanged hand
gestures that he bet meant that Lace had the bridge and command.

Comfortable
with each other.

‘Mine.’
The dragon in him snarled but it was softer, quieter, Anakin
recognizing that what Lace and Obi-Wan had was a sibling
relationship.

So
he follows quietly at Obi-Wan’s side, recognizing that they were
going to the captain’s quarters and Anakin won’t deny he had a
minor trill when seeing it was a two person bunk instead of a
singular.

It
was also very sparse, a standard quarter really if a bit bigger,
drawers and closets sunken into the walls to make the space seem
bigger, a few holos of the guild here and there, some trinkets and
the bed with a small fresher attached.

Obi-Wan
made his way over to the bed and started to unclip himself from his
armor, slowly placing it on a chair beside the bed. “You’re going
to have to talk with your wife before anything else happens
Skywalker.” Obi-Wan murmured suddenly, even as Anakin was curiously
examining the holos.

Jerking
a bit, Anakin turned to him. “Right, yes, of course. I’m gonna…
yes. When we get to Coruscant.” He sighed deeply. There was no way
Anakin was going to insult Padme even more by taking the call over
holo, for one it was cowardly and two it was disrespectful to her if
he did.

“Good.”
Obi-Wan hummed, settling down his plate before turning a bit towards
Anakin, watching him. “…You sunk all the way into my mind as if
you belonged there, I’ve never had that happen before.” He
stated, turning back to unclipping his leg plastoid.

Hesitating
a bit, Anakin finally pulled off his own armor and set down. “I saw
a few things when you hooked into my powers, you were meant to be a
Jedi and meet me.” He confessed softly, pausing when Obi-Wan froze.

The
man stared at his armor plate and the thin braid behind his ear fell
out of it’s tied in bun somehow as Anakin watched. Both stared at
it as it swung lightly back and forth and then Obi-Wan let out a deep
breath.

“That
was not my path, not here…but maybe I can have a path with you
considering how you sunk into my mind.” He glanced at Anakin again
before reaching up into his bun to release the much thicker braid,
letting it fall down.

Sitting
down on the bunk, Anakin marveled a bit as he realized the sheets
were blue Naboo cotton, soft and luxurious before jumping a bit when
Obi-Wan sat down too. Coloring as the redhead stared at him, Anakin
offered up an uncertain smile that had Obi-Wan’s lips twitching
into a responding soft smile.

Shifting
up towards the headboard, Obi-Wan suited himself with a pillow behind
his back and his knees raised and lightly spread before he gave
Anakin an expecting stare.

Blinking
uncomprehendingly, Anakin stared at him until Obi-Wan rolled his eyes
and pointedly patted the area between his legs which eagerly prompted
Anakin to crawl in between them and then turn, resting his back to
Obi-Wan’s chest while stretching his legs out.

As
he did, he felt Obi-Wan’s chin rest on his head and his arms go
around Anakin’s chest, finding his flesh hand to lightly rub his
thumb across the back. “Well you asked me to teach you about the
cosmic Force… so how about we start now?” He murmured quietly as
his braids were laying down Anakin’s chest.

Reaching
for the thicker braid, Anakin played with it with his mech fingers,
wishing he had the touch sensors to feel the thing. “Sounds…
okay… meditating right?” He sighed, smiling a tiny bit when
Obi-Wan chuckled.

“Meditating,
just link up with me and I’ll try guiding you this time.” Obi-Wan
murmured and if Anakin’s ears weren’t deceiving him, the man
sounded fond.

These
were the first steps and Anakin hoped…

Well,
he hoped even as he closed his eyes and breathed out, losing himself
to the Force and to Obi-Wan.

In seeyouagain can we have obi and qui spend an afternoon together or even a full day catching up in one of the flower gardens, picking flowers to lace into each others hair. Just being sweet on each other. Maybe lunch?

Posted on juli 9, 2019 av swmoddy

Unable to do anything but laugh, Qui-Gon had to settle his sandwich back down on the plate he had taken from the closest refectory for their little impromptu reunion picnic, catching up with what the other had been up to since last. “You did not Obi-Wan, please tell me you didn’t?” He continued laughing hard, feeling his eyes tear up.

Laughing with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan swished the juice in his bottle a bit. “I’m sorry to say I did spend a full two weeks hiding in a well eating food pills and mealbars until the locals forgot I was ever around or at least didn’t look for me. Came out of the well soggy and muddy.” He wrinkled his nose.

Snorting deeply, wiping at his eyes, Qui-Gon coughed as he tried to imagine his once oh so impeccable padawan and the now so beautiful knight sitting beside him hiding out in a damn well. “W-Well at least it wasn’t a sewer this time but please do tell me you managed to get a bit out of the well?” He grinned at the other, watching how the sun shone through the others copper hair through the glass panels high above them.

Choosing to have a picnic in the garden as a way to reconnect was turning into a wonderful occasion and Qui-Gon could feel warmth settle low and heavy in his stomach from the utter joy that suffused the Force around them.

Snorting too, Obi-Wan took a sip of juice and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry to say I was in that well the full two week without getting out of it at all. I’m really sorry for what I did to that well…” He trailed off, grimacing a bit.

Wrinkling his big nose, Qui-Gon paused. “I do hope it wasn’t a drinking well?” The master queried cautiously.

“Thankfully, no,” Obi-Wan grinned wryly at him before shrugging. “No it was a well to water the plants around. It was much too mineral infused for it to be drinkable but it made for very good plant water. Before they got angry at me, the president was bragging about how the well water aided them in growing their crops.” Waving his bottle at the man, Obi-Wan eagerly explained.

Lifting the sandwich, sure he wouldn’t have a laughing fit and choke on it, Qui-Gon nodded as he continued watching how the sun played on the others face and hair before frowning. “You should eat you know, not just drink.” He pointed out with a deep rumble.

Wrinkling his nose, Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out before reluctantly picking up one of the small triangle squares of cucumber sandwiches while settling down the bottle of juice he was enjoying. “I know but food really doesn’t appeal right now.” He sighed.

Pausing, Qui-Gon stared at his former padawan before chewing and swallowing. “Did… something bad happen on the mission Obi-Wan?” Questioning gently, Qui-Gon reached out to rest his hand on the others knee.

Staring down at the hand, Obi-Wan opened his mouth then sighed. “Not this one, the one before.” He plucked a bit at the bread before taking a reluctant bite of food.

Shifting closer on the grass, Qui-Gon switched what hand held the roasted bantha meat sandwich and wrapped his arm around the others shoulders to lean Obi-Wan against his side. “If you don’t want to speak about it, that’s fine Obi-Wan.” He murmured softly, daringly pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple.

“I’d rather talk about what’s going on here if I’m frank…” Obi-Wan ran his fingertips on Qui-Gon’s kneecap, settling his head on the older Jedi’s shoulder. “Am… am I reading too much into this or are we on a date Qui-Gon?” He asked softly.

‘Courage, courage in the face of this beautiful creature…’ Qui-Gon reminded himself as he let his nose linger in the others spicy smelling hair. “It can be a date if you want it to be Obi-Wan, I’d be content with your friendship but I wouldn’t say no to a date.” He finally stated in a hopeful, quiet tone.

The faint noise of Jedi talking and the artificial breeze through brush and trees was the only noise for a few moments with the far away sound of a waterfall before Obi-Wan finally breathed out heavily and turned his head up, pressing a kiss to Qui-Gon’s jawline. “I’d like that. I’d very much like that.” Obi-Wan murmured in a smug, happy voice before nuzzling his nose against the bearded cheek.

Chortling, Qui-Gon squeezed the other to his side and ducked his head down, nuzzling their noses together in a bunny kiss as it was so cutely called. “Then, consider this a first date Obi-Wan. The first of many to come.” The older man murmured before gently brushing the back of their hands together to encourage Obi-Wan to eat a little bit more of the cucumber sandwich in his hand.

He got a wrinkled nose in reply but Obi-Wan did take a bite and settle into Qui-Gon’s chest.

#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.

In the last installment of #BurnedBlind something was brewing between Obi-Wan and Cody, but also in the Senate. Can we get an update on that? Loving your fics, they’re always an amazing pick-me-up even during the dreariest workdays :)

Posted on februar 13, 2019 av swmoddy

Stroking
slowly and steadily with his fingertips, Obi-Wan smiled softly to
himself as he scratched slightly with his nails which got him a
pleased hum from the one resting his head in his lap.

Around
him the quiet murmur of conversation and wind pulling on sand was
filling the air along with the noise of crackling fire that he could
feel against his skin. It was a pleasant feeling, the warmth against
his bared skin which kept them shielded from the cold desert air.

Laughing
faintly when a whine reached his ears, Obi-Wan focused back on the
task at his fingertips.

His
Commander resting his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, getting his scalp
rubbed and scratched slowly as if he was a large feline.

Obi-Wan
still wasn’t quite sure about a relationship with the man but…

This
was good, he liked this, sitting with Cody’s head in his lap while
rubbing the short hair.

It
also made him long for the days he had visions, wondering what kind
of expression the other was sporting though he could faintly still
pull up his memories of Cody’s face in his mind.

He
wondered if he’d forget and that sent a shiver of fear down his
spine, causing him once more to pause though this time Cody didn’t
whine and Obi-Wan could feel the others eyes on him, feel the concern
in the Force.

Cody
wasn’t the only trooper concerned but he was the closest one and
the most.

Slowly,
Obi-Wan pulled his fingers from the others scalp and slid them down
over Cody’s
forehead, using his fingertips to trace, over the forehead, temples,
the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, ghosting along the jawbones,
hesitating ever so slightly over the lips before tracing the cupid
bow and down and then the strong chin.

“…General?”
Cody whispered, his breath washing over Obi-Wan’s fingers, the
question there but unvoiced.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan rested his hands along the others jaw, feeling
stiff stubble which indicated that Cody needed a shave. “…I keep
thinking I’m going to forget how you look.” He confessed quietly.

The
Force pinged with sadness but Obi-Wan didn’t turn from it, accepted
that this was his life in darkness and with it came the possibility
of loss of how others looked. He felt Cody settle his hands on
Obi-Wan’s, felt the warmth and calluses of the others dry hands.

“…I
know that I already lost definition of color,” Obi-Wan confessed.
“Or I’m rather sure that I no longer remember them correctly, the
shades from blue to purple to red and so on. And that I can’t get
back regardless but…” He ran his thumb over Cody’s chin. “My
fingers can still see this if I try and maybe that means I won’t
lose it all… I won’t lose how you look.” Obi-Wan breathed out
shakily.

Cody
laid utterly still before shifting up, the Jedi’s hands falling
from his skin but before Obi-Wan could mourn them, Cody was back, his
lips chastely touching Obi-Wan’s.

Without
sight the kiss felt more intense to Obi-Wan than any kiss before had
ever been, the warmth of Cody, the smell of musk and sweat, the
slightly tart taste that came from the commander eating one of the
local fruits, warm hands holding his…

He
only pulled back when he heard the loud whistles and laughs of the
others, blinking in surprise as Cody’s Force aura turned chagrined.

“…Forgive
me for being forward bu-”Cody started only for his smiling Jedi to
break him off.

“Shut
up and kiss me again.” Obi-Wan breathed out under the wolf whistles
of their troopers, smiling into the kiss as he responded tenderly.

‘Force,
I don’t care what’s going on in the damn Senate as long as Cody
stays with me, stays like this. You beautiful man.’ Obi-Wan wrapped
his arms around Cody’s neck and drew him closer.