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In your sheevson verse, is ghost!Qui-Gon around? And if he is, what does he thinks of all this? Thank you, love all your writing!!

Posted on juni 14, 2017 av swmoddy

Soft sniggering disturbed Anakin from
his drowse and he lifted his head of his pillow to blink down at his
chest where Obi-Wan’s head was resting, having managed to coax the
other into sharing a bunk together instead of sleeping separate since
they were with their troopers.

Anakin was pretty sure that the 501th
at least knew about their relationship so it didn’t matter if they
saw them.

“What?” He mumbled.

“Sorry, was…was thinking.”
Obi-Wan lifted his head, eyes soft and warm as he peered at the
other.

“About?”

“How you reacted when I told you
Sheev was my father.” Obi-Wan grinned and Anakin grumbled a bit.

“Come on, I was eating at the time.”
Anakin mumbled.

“You choked on your own cereal and
got it stuck in your nose.” Obi-Wan giggled helpessly. “Blue milk
came out your nose. I can’t believe you didn’t suspect it after
all those years.”

“I never saw a picture of Palpatine
as a young man.” Anakin defended. “He looks like a old wrinkled
walnut.”

Obi-Wan dropped his head back in the
others chest and laughed even more, nuzzling into the others chest.

“And he kept touching you, I kept
thinking the old walnut was interested in you.” Anakin tightened
his arms around the others waist.

That got a low hum out of Obi-Wan.
“No…he figured out that I was touch starved so he…” He let
his words trail off.

He knew what Sheev had done.

He had slowly gained Obi-Wan’s touch,
given him what he had subconsciously craved since he was a small boy.
Someone who cared for him, touched him, listened to him and never
blamed him for anything.

Just someone who was willing to be
there for him without demanding anything in return.

Force how twisted was it that a Sith
had become his most trusted person beside Anakin?

And Anakin was well on his way to
Falling.

He swallowed heavily at that, feeling
old guilt slowly rising in his chest.

“Hey, no, none of that.” Anakin
whispered, cupping his chin and forcing his head up again until
Obi-Wan meet his eyes. “Obi-Wan…the Jedi Order has lost their
way. We know that. It needs reforms.” He whispered.

“I know…but I shouldn’t… I
can’t… I’m on the council.” Tears stung at Obi-Wan’s eyes.
“And then there’s this.” He looked at the way they were laying.
“I…”

“Obi-Wan…you’re allowed to want
things.” Anakin whispered firmly. “Obi-Wan this can’t be wrong.
If it was wrong then the Force wouldn’t allow it.” He leaned in
and kissed the other sweetly on the lips before pressing a softer
kiss to each of the mans eyelids. “Trust in that.”

Obi-Wan gave a harsh swallow then hid
out in Anakin’s chest. “…Ka-Adi and Yarael died last week… as
did four masters and two knights.” He whispered. “…I think…I
think the Chancellor was behind it.”

“…Why do you think that?” Anakin
murmured, stroking the others hair.

“Because he wants to make me
grandmaster of the Jedi Order so I can implement reforms that would
make it easier for him to take charge…” Obi-Wan confessed.

Anakin’s hand stilled on his hair
then he continued slowly stroking the others hair. “Do you want to
be grandmaster?” He whispered, not sounding as horrified about the
betrayal to the Jedi order as Obi-Wan had feared.

Lifting his head slowly of off the
others chest, he stared at Anakin who stared back.

“…Between the order and you… you
have my heart, I follow you anywhere you go.” Anakin whispered then
grunted when Obi-Wan surged forward and took his lips in a desperate
kiss that was more teeth then anything.

‘He doesn’t hate me. He won’t
tell anyone.’ Obi-Wan felt himself let out a sob against the others
lips and Anakin’s arms tightened around him, holding the other to
him as he gentled the kiss into something soft but just as needful,
knowing that Obi-Wan needed the reassurance.

()()()

“Obi-Wan can no longer be trusted.”
Yoda cracked his eyes open at the voice and stared into the darkness
of his room, hands tightening on his cane.

“Certain you are?”

“He has fallen from the path. Unless
the order can provide guidance, he is lost to us.” The voice
continued.

“Steer him on the right path you
can?” Yoda questioned.

“I’m…uncertain.” The voice grew
fainter and Yoda sighed.

“Even in death you remain a wild card
Qui-Gon.” He slowly got out of his chair to go inform Mace. They
would need to keep Obi-Wan under watch…at all times.

In your sheevson verse, is ghost!Qui-Gon around? And if he is, what does he thinks of all this? Thank you, love all your writing!!

Posted on juni 14, 2017 av swmoddy

Anakin was pretty sure that the 501th
at least knew about their relationship so it didn’t matter if they
saw them.

“What?” He mumbled.

“Sorry, was…was thinking.”
Obi-Wan lifted his head, eyes soft and warm as he peered at the
other.

“About?”

“How you reacted when I told you
Sheev was my father.” Obi-Wan grinned and Anakin grumbled a bit.

“Come on, I was eating at the time.”
Anakin mumbled.

“You choked on your own cereal and
got it stuck in your nose.” Obi-Wan giggled helpessly. “Blue milk
came out your nose. I can’t believe you didn’t suspect it after
all those years.”

“I never saw a picture of Palpatine
as a young man.” Anakin defended. “He looks like a old wrinkled
walnut.”

Obi-Wan dropped his head back in the
others chest and laughed even more, nuzzling into the others chest.

“And he kept touching you, I kept
thinking the old walnut was interested in you.” Anakin tightened
his arms around the others waist.

That got a low hum out of Obi-Wan.
“No…he figured out that I was touch starved so he…” He let
his words trail off.

He knew what Sheev had done.

Just someone who was willing to be
there for him without demanding anything in return.

Force how twisted was it that a Sith
had become his most trusted person beside Anakin?

And Anakin was well on his way to
Falling.

He swallowed heavily at that, feeling
old guilt slowly rising in his chest.

“I know…but I shouldn’t… I
can’t… I’m on the council.” Tears stung at Obi-Wan’s eyes.
“And then there’s this.” He looked at the way they were laying.
“I…”

“…Why do you think that?” Anakin
murmured, stroking the others hair.

“Because he wants to make me
grandmaster of the Jedi Order so I can implement reforms that would
make it easier for him to take charge…” Obi-Wan confessed.

Lifting his head slowly of off the
others chest, he stared at Anakin who stared back.

()()()

“Obi-Wan can no longer be trusted.”
Yoda cracked his eyes open at the voice and stared into the darkness
of his room, hands tightening on his cane.

“Certain you are?”

“He has fallen from the path. Unless
the order can provide guidance, he is lost to us.” The voice
continued.

“Steer him on the right path you
can?” Yoda questioned.

“I’m…uncertain.” The voice grew
fainter and Yoda sighed.

“Even in death you remain a wild card
Qui-Gon.” He slowly got out of his chair to go inform Mace. They
would need to keep Obi-Wan under watch…at all times.

Hi, in the Sheevson prompt we haven’t see full Obikin in action. Maybe you can do something fluffy or maybe they having their way and Ahsoka finding them?

Posted on juni 11, 2017 av swmoddy

For
once they have time and its the best thing in the world Anakin
decides.

Obi-Wan
is pressed against him, a line of warmth against him, his face buried
in Anakin’s neck with the
surprisingly soft beard tickling the skin
as his fingers gently knead the blonds thigh, Anakin’s own arm
wrapped around his shoulders with his fingers resting in copper hair
to tease them around his fingers.

A holo drama was
on their viewscreen, the plot exaggerated to the point of hilarity
with several moments of extreme emotions and even song numbers.

Its almost a
comedy yet not when the emotions turns passionate.

But its not the
holo drama that matters.

Its the warmth
against him, steady and comfortable as Obi-Wan takes steady breath,
the others mind a buzz of comfortable emotions. Of peace and fuzz and
just a soft whisper of ‘Anakin, Anakin, Anakin.’ brushing out
from under Obi-Wan’s relaxed shields.

Its enough to make
Anakin tilt his head and press a soft kiss to the others temple,
smiling when Obi-Wan gives a content hum.

He smells faintly
like vanilla, most likely from attempting to bake earlier.

Distracted from
the holo drama, Anakin used his grip on the others hair to gently
tilt Obi-Wan’s head back from his neck.

“Ani?”
Obi-Wan mumbled, voice faintly confused and a bit tired before he
sighs
in pleasure as the knight started pressing soft kisses along the now
exposed neck, sniggering a bit when the other paid special homage to
a little cluster of freckles along the tendons. “Hey…”

“Want me to
stop?” Anakin murmured against the pale skin.

“Please don’t.
It feels nice.” Obi-Wan hummed, sliding his hands up the others
stomach, chest and around his shoulders to hold on.

Slowly pressing
the other down against the couch cushion, Anakin placed his mech hand
by Obi-Wan’s head for support, not wanting to utterly pin the other
down as he smiled down at his lover. “Damn…you look beautiful
Obi-Wan.”

And he did look
beautiful, hair tussled out of its usual style, eyes half lidded both
from relaxation and pleasure and his tunics faintly ruffled out of
place.

And there’s a
flush climbing up his neck now that is even more intriguing and
wonderful as the other glanced away in faint embarrassment.

“I adore you.”
Anakin murmured, leaning in, feeling all the ways their bodies
slotted together as he rested more of his weight on Obi-Wan.

“And I love
you.” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling the blond freeze on top of him
before Anakin gave a breathy laugh of relief.

Their lips meet
again, a tender and slow touch and Anakin felt a light tug to the bun
that held his hair back before curls fell forward around his face,
Obi-Wan’s hands sliding into it to rub his scalp as they slowly
kissed.

Chastely
to begin with, noses bumping before Obi-Wan opened his mouth and
Anakin took the invitation, gently licking at the seams of the lips
before dipping in to taste the other. His
former master shifted beneath him, one leg slowly wrapping around
Anakin’s hip and not one to resist the second invitation, Anakin
slipped a leg between the others thighs, feeling like they were
puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together. Nothing
hurried but just gently fitting together.

“Hey
Skyguy, can you help me with something!?” Both jerked at the voice,
Anakin and Obi-Wan giving each other wide eyed looks before Anakin
slowly sat up to peer over the couch where Ahsoka was removing her
boots by the door having
come in while they were snogging.

Quickly he ran his
hands through his curls to tame them somewhat even as he sat up,
fully aware of his kiss swollen lips and ruffled tunics. Obi-Wan
meanwhile slid to the floor, sitting with his back against it as he
desperately tried to fix both hair and tunic, licking his lips as if
he too was fully aware of their plumped state.

“Yeah,
you got a problem? Is it homework?” Anakin questioned in what he
hoped was a casual tone but obviously Ahsoka heard something in it
that made her pause and look at him, brows raising slowly before she
glanced about.

“Yeah
but…where’s Master Obi-Wan, thought I felt him too?”

“Here.”
Obi-Wan raised a hand, the tips of his fingers barely seen over the
back of the couch. “Watching a soppy holo drama Ahsoka. Do you want
my help too?”

“No, no Skyguy
should be enough, its navigational.” She was still peering at
Anakin and he could feel sweat gathering on the back of his neck.

But she didn’t
say anything, not even when she came around the couch and saw
Obi-Wan’s equally swollen lips and the flush the other man couldn’t
quite contain. Not to mention the ruffled hair.

Anakin shifted and
leaned towards her, looking over her navigational homework, working
out her problem with her even as he felt Obi-Wan lean against his
legs and a hand slowly snake around his ankle, rubbing ever so
slowly.

In that moment,
nothing else mattered then Obi-Wan against his leg and Ahsoka by his
side.

Not the war, not
Sheev Palpatine, not Obi-Wan’s parentage, just the soft warmth of
their quarters.

Hi, in the Sheevson prompt we haven’t see full Obikin in action. Maybe you can do something fluffy or maybe they having their way and Ahsoka finding them?

Posted on juni 11, 2017 av swmoddy

For
once they have time and its the best thing in the world Anakin
decides.

A holo drama was
on their viewscreen, the plot exaggerated to the point of hilarity
with several moments of extreme emotions and even song numbers.

Its almost a
comedy yet not when the emotions turns passionate.

But its not the
holo drama that matters.

Its enough to make
Anakin tilt his head and press a soft kiss to the others temple,
smiling when Obi-Wan gives a content hum.

He smells faintly
like vanilla, most likely from attempting to bake earlier.

Distracted from
the holo drama, Anakin used his grip on the others hair to gently
tilt Obi-Wan’s head back from his neck.

“Want me to
stop?” Anakin murmured against the pale skin.

“Please don’t.
It feels nice.” Obi-Wan hummed, sliding his hands up the others
stomach, chest and around his shoulders to hold on.

And he did look
beautiful, hair tussled out of its usual style, eyes half lidded both
from relaxation and pleasure and his tunics faintly ruffled out of
place.

And there’s a
flush climbing up his neck now that is even more intriguing and
wonderful as the other glanced away in faint embarrassment.

“I adore you.”
Anakin murmured, leaning in, feeling all the ways their bodies
slotted together as he rested more of his weight on Obi-Wan.

“And I love
you.” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling the blond freeze on top of him
before Anakin gave a breathy laugh of relief.

“Yeah
but…where’s Master Obi-Wan, thought I felt him too?”

“Here.”
Obi-Wan raised a hand, the tips of his fingers barely seen over the
back of the couch. “Watching a soppy holo drama Ahsoka. Do you want
my help too?”

“No, no Skyguy
should be enough, its navigational.” She was still peering at
Anakin and he could feel sweat gathering on the back of his neck.

But she didn’t
say anything, not even when she came around the couch and saw
Obi-Wan’s equally swollen lips and the flush the other man couldn’t
quite contain. Not to mention the ruffled hair.

In that moment,
nothing else mattered then Obi-Wan against his leg and Ahsoka by his
side.

Not the war, not
Sheev Palpatine, not Obi-Wan’s parentage, just the soft warmth of
their quarters.

Hi, in the last installment of Sheev’s son, Ahsoka was mentioned in passing. Can I request how that came about? Did she become Anakin’s padawan like how it happened in canon? How does everyone feel about it? Do plans change?

Posted on juni 4, 2017 av swmoddy

“You should tell
him about the mission.” Sheev sipped his tea and Obi-Wan looked up
from his own cup in surprise, a fading bruise along his jaw as he
did.

“I’m sorry?”

“The undercover
mission.” He watched Obi-Wan over the rim of his cup. “Anakin
will not be happy should you not tell him.”

“The Council-”

“Really
Obi-Wan?” Sheev sighed quietly and watched how his son flinched at
the sigh, the redhead looking away from him.

“…I know
that…you have plans but…I’m a councilor…I should be…” He
swallowed.

“…My boy…
what do you think he would do if he thought you dead for real? The
lengths Skywalker would go to catch the murderer?”

That got Obi-Wan
to set down his cup and bury his face in his hands. “I don’t know
what to do.” He rasped out, shoulders trembling. “I…I’m a
Jedi and you…” He shuddered. “You’re…the Sith Master.” He
whispered out, hands still covering his face.

Sheev hummed,
watching Obi-Wan’s shivering shoulders. It was the first time
Obi-Wan had verbally acknowledge what he had long suspected. “I am.
You have known that for years Obi-Wan.” He murmured.

“And you’re
trying to turn Anakin and I just…” Obi-Wan made a noise like a
wounded tooka which made Sheev push to his feet and move to his side,
sitting beside him.

“Obi-Wan, look
at me.” He murmured, voice calm with a demanding tone.

Slowly, painfully
slow, Obi-Wan did as told, looking at him with red rimmed eyes.

“Tell me
honestly what you think, have the Jedi not lost their way?” Sheev
murmured, eyes calculating but open to the other. “Have they not
faltered and become too political, to entranced in the Senate? I did
not make them beholden to it, they did that themselves.” He settled
a hand on the others shoulder.

Obi-Wan stared at
him, opened his mouth then closed it and dropped his head back in his
hands. “…What are you going to do?” He whispered, dread curling
in the Force.

“I intend to
make you Grandmaster Obi-Wan. I intend for the council to
be…disposed off. And those who would disagree. I intend for you to
reform the Order.” Sheev hummed.

There was a long
moment.

“What if I’m
one of those who disagree?” Came the quiet whisper.

“Do you
disagree?” Sheev countered lightly.

Obi-Wan slumped
more, shuddering again and Sheev rested his hand on the others back,
rubbing slowly.

“Some of them
are good people normally.” He rasped, struggling against tears
clearly.

“But would they
accept the changes that needs to happen?”

The last straw
broke and Sheev sighed as his son broke into quiet tears, breath
hitching or shuddering as he tried to keep quiet but broke into sobs
when the older man pulled him to his chest, arms wrapped around
Obi-Wan’s shaking frame.

“It will be
alright Obi-Wan, you’ll see, I’ll be here and so will Skywalker.”
He murmured into the others ear, rubbing his back as the Jedi cried
against him.

()()()

“You wanted to
see me Chan-Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s eyes focused on the couch, going
straight to it and the sleeping Jedi curled up on it, faint tear
tracks still visible on the older mans face.

“Yes you can see
why I called for you I imagine.” Sheev sighed, sitting in the
cushiony chair by the couch. “He…became upset. There were tears.
I had him drink some water and calmed him down but he requires help
back to the temple as his own bed would do him better then a sleep on
my couch.”

Anakin gently
stroked the others face, drying the remaining tracks.

“I can of course
entrust his care to you?” Sheev raised his brow then hummed when
Anakin instantly nodded and shifted his arms underneath the other
Jedi, lifting him up into his arms. “Of course Chancellor. I can
get him back home.” Anakin confirmed.

He hesitated a
moment before pressing a kiss to the others temple and nodding to the
Chancellor. “Another time then sir.”

“Another time.”
Sheev agreed, watching the two leave. ‘Hopefully he tells Skywalker
at least.’

Outside the dome,
Ahsoka sat up in the speeder in surprise when her master came out
with Obi-Wan in his arms, settling the older Jedi in the back while
throwing a blanket over the other man.

“Skyguy?” She
whispered, glancing between them.

“He had a long
day.” Anakin answered her unasked question, settling behind the
wheel before sighing. “…You know what I said about you not making
it as Obi-Wan’s padawan? I think I might have overestimated that,
after all I made it as his padawan.” He glanced at the other and
smiled a bit. “You might have done better then I did.”

Ahsoka gave a
quiet snort. “Well he didn’t do to badly with you Skyguy.” She
gave him a punch in the arm then grinned a bit, her fangs on display.
“Now home?”

“Home. Lets get
the old man into bed.”