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Intothedark is awesome! What is Qui-gon planning? Is it just keeping Obi-wan safe or is he active with the other Sith? I can’t see Obi-wan forgiving him if he killed other Jedi but I can see Qui-gon deciding he’s earned a nice retirement with Obi-wan.

Posted on september 15, 2017 av swmoddy

“You do know I’m not going to touch you inappropriately yes?”
Qui-Gon offered calmly, moving the dejarik piece with a smile.

Obi-Wan gave him a long and angry look before moving his own. “I’d
argue you already have, invading my mind. Its mental rape and you
know it.” He bit out.

“Only reviving an old bond Obi-Wan.” The umber haired man
chuckled quietly.

“Its mental rape. You never asked for my permission to
revive it and you’re using it to keep control of me.” Obi-Wan
sighed after a few moments and looked around, staring at the open
balcony door. “…I can’t even leave this house because of you.”

The older man leaned forward, yellow eyes creased with fondness.
“Give you a finger and you take a hand Obi-Wan. I know you too
well. Its why I know you’ll never fall and I know you’ll never
agree. Its also why I try to stay away from the Jedi and only subdue
them when I encounter them. You’d never accept me harming anyone
from the Order.”

The redhead blew air out of his nose sharply and then moved his
kintan strider.

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrow at that, flickering his eyes over the
board quickly before frowning slowly and raising his eyes to Obi-Wan
again. “An aggressive move Obi-Wan…”

The redhead pressed his lips together. “I watched you die in front
of me. I watched your body burn and I’ve raised a padawan in the
aftermath of a shattering heart. I changed a lot.” He growled at
Qui-Gon.

The Sith carefully picked up his glass of water, taking a long sip
even as Obi-Wan watched him.

Obi-Wan’s heart hurt.

There was so much pain in seeing the other man, knowing he was alive,
knowing he had been alive for several years… knowing he hadn’t
sought out the Order when he came back.

He wanted to blame Dooku, say that it was a dangerous Sith alchemy
that had brought Qui-Gon back wrong but…

He had asked the man.

Dooku had shrugged, a nervous look in his eyes only visible for a few
moments before he confessed that he had found Qui-Gon, not brought
him back, just found.

Qui-Gon had been nude, confused and covered in Darkness a few years
after the tall mans death and Dooku had taken him to Serenno and
nursed him to health, watched the man grow darker and darker as if
the dark side of the Force spoke to him.

He
shook himself back into the moment as Qui-Gon finally moved his
mantellian savrip and they both watched as it subdued
and killed Obi-Wan’s kintan strider, the strongest piece.

Wasting no time for more conversation,
Obi-Wan dispatched the savrip with his monnok.

“…A kintan strider gambit Obi-Wan?
An aggressive move.” Qui-Gon murmured quietly. “Not something I
associate with you anymore. Your youth perhaps but not you the adult
and Jedi master.” He tilted his head.

The green eyed man stared at him for a
long moment. “…You don’t have a right to judge my actions
anymore Qui-Go-” A broad hand reached out and carefully stroked his
cheek and it shamed Obi-Wan to admit he leaned into it for a few
moments before he jerked away. “Stop that.” He hissed quietly, as
if his body didn’t burn with the proximity of the others skin on
his.

Just chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon settled
back to looking at the game. “…I believe I’ll be reinforcing
the guards tonight.” He offered lightly and Obi-Wan growled
faintly, looking away.

Please continue Intothedark. What happens next? How much can Qui-gon affect Obi-wan through the bond? Is it possible Obi-wan can affect him back?

Posted on september 7, 2017 av swmoddy

‘Obi-Wan, best open your eyes now.’ The voice came
teasingly into his mind and Obi-Wan mulishly kept his eyes closed
even as he felt the amusement ramp up a bit. ‘Open your eyes
dear one, or I will be forced to take action.’ A ghostly touch
teased the inside of his thighs lightly and Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped
open with a low piteous whine.

“There we go, eyes open.” Qui-Gon chuckled warmly, reaching out
with his hand to cup the left leg and squeeze the calf, feeling the
strong muscles beneath. “My brave padawan.” He smiled warmly.

“You lost the right to call me that when you Fell.” Obi-Wan
scowled down at him, trying to remain unaffected.

But that was difficult with Qui-Gon right there, smiling at him so
softly and so lovingly.

“Oh you will always be my padawan Obi-Wan.” He smiled, rubbing
the muscle of the calf gently. “Soon enough you’ll agree.”

“I don’t want to agree.” Obi-Wan gave a little snarl.

But that just made Qui-Gon chortle and if he could, Obi-Wan would
have winced.

There was a time when he craved this touch, this gentle and
affectionate touch that proved that Qui-Gon cared and some part of
him still craved it despite the yellow eyes peering up at him.

It was enough to make him feel faintly ill.

“Qui-Gon.” Came the call behind the tall sith and he hummed in
response without turning to him as he continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s
calf with his hand.

Obi-Wan however focused on the voice, watched Yan Dooku step into the
room and felt his lips pinch together.

‘What is wrong with my line? Why are they falling like flies?’ He
wondered, shaking a bit to the core of his soul.

“Was there something you needed Yan?” Qui-Gon questioned easily
as he watched his imps face.

“He sent of a call before he was captured. There will most likely
be someone coming for him.” Yan offered easily enough, raising his
brow before snorting. “Do you intend to keep him in stasis at all
time?”

“You don’t know my Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon smiled fondly up at the
Jedi. “Give him a finger and he’ll take a hand. He’ll run the
moment he comes down, always plotting and always planning in that
ginger head of his.” He chuckled gently and some part of Obi-Wan
was pleased at the praise in those words.

The older man raised both brows high at that. “I see. Then what
happens now?” Obviously he was leaving Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon’s hands
and washing himself of responsibility.

“Now?” Qui-Gon reached up and touched Obi-Wan’s stasis frozen
hand, the warmth of his flesh touching Obi-Wan searing through the
redhead’s mind at the brush and causing him to clench his eyes
shut. “Now I bring him home.” The Sith chuckled as the Jedi
whimpered quietly, the bond tying them allowing the man past the
Jedi’s shields.

Forcing his eyes open, Obi-Wan meet Qui-Gon’s with his as the
larger hand tightened on his.

Watering green meet calm yellow.

‘You belong to me Obi-Wan. Whatever else is true, the Force gave
you to me and I will not let such a gift go easily. My dear Obi-Wan.’
As Obi-Wan watched, Qui-Gon pulled his hand out of the stasis and
placed a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

At that moment Obi-Wan despised himself from yearning for that tender
touch.

Please continue Intothedark. What happens next? How much can Qui-gon affect Obi-wan through the bond? Is it possible Obi-wan can affect him back?

Posted on september 7, 2017 av swmoddy

“You lost the right to call me that when you Fell.” Obi-Wan
scowled down at him, trying to remain unaffected.

But that was difficult with Qui-Gon right there, smiling at him so
softly and so lovingly.

“Oh you will always be my padawan Obi-Wan.” He smiled, rubbing
the muscle of the calf gently. “Soon enough you’ll agree.”

“I don’t want to agree.” Obi-Wan gave a little snarl.

But that just made Qui-Gon chortle and if he could, Obi-Wan would
have winced.

There was a time when he craved this touch, this gentle and
affectionate touch that proved that Qui-Gon cared and some part of
him still craved it despite the yellow eyes peering up at him.

It was enough to make him feel faintly ill.

“Qui-Gon.” Came the call behind the tall sith and he hummed in
response without turning to him as he continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s
calf with his hand.

Obi-Wan however focused on the voice, watched Yan Dooku step into the
room and felt his lips pinch together.

‘What is wrong with my line? Why are they falling like flies?’ He
wondered, shaking a bit to the core of his soul.

“Was there something you needed Yan?” Qui-Gon questioned easily
as he watched his imps face.

The older man raised both brows high at that. “I see. Then what
happens now?” Obviously he was leaving Obi-Wan in Qui-Gon’s hands
and washing himself of responsibility.

Forcing his eyes open, Obi-Wan meet Qui-Gon’s with his as the
larger hand tightened on his.

Watering green meet calm yellow.

At that moment Obi-Wan despised himself from yearning for that tender
touch.

Ooh, for the tempest au I just reread it all and realized we haven’t actually seen mace and qui interact yet. Maybe mace accidently sees tempest comforting/healing/cuddling obi and he finally realizes that it’s for real?

Posted on juli 24, 2017 av swmoddy

Hand still lingering over the door, Mace stared at it as he strained
his ears.

“Come on Obi-Wan, you need to take the medicine. I know it tastes
horrible but its good for your lungs.” That was Tempest, his voice
sweetly coaxing Mace former padawan to take the medicine he was
required to.

“But it tastes so bad Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan rasped out, sounding
horrible and Mace gave a sympathetic wince at how bad he sounded.

“I know sweetheart. But Healer Che has already laid down the law
and honestly, you do sound horrible.” There was a little pause and
then a low sigh. “Obi-Wan, hiding beneath the blanket is not going
to make me ignore the fact that your lungs are in a terrible state.
You had plague.”

There was some more silence and Mace was about to open the door when
there was a harsh cough.

“Oh Obi-Wan, okay, sit up, that’s it, lean your forehead on my
shoulder and cough out the phlegm. That’s it Jedi Love, breath.”
Mace could feel the Force in action and figured it must be Tempest
using the Force to sooth the harsh cough. “Just breath, its going
to be alright, I’m here for you. That’s it, nice and steady.”

The coughing was slowly calming down and there was a click of a bowl
being set aside.

“…That hurt.” The Korun could barely hear the redhead now, the
voice even more rasped up.

“I know, you willing to take the medicine now. I got some sweet
heated apple juice you can drink right after.”

Mace raised his brows. ‘Hot juice?’

“Hot juice?” Obi-Wan seemed to agreed.

“Juice is good, full of vitamins if you get the right one that’s
not full of sugar and the heat would do your sore throat some good.
Sweet and strong juice to take the medicine flavor.” There was a
warm chuckle.

“…I’ll take it if I also get a kiss afterward.”

“Obi-Wan…”

“On the cheek, on the cheek, I’m not going to get you sick too.
I’m not an idiot Qui.”

There was a deep chuckle and then some shifting around.

A low groan and then some gagging.

“Well done love. All down, here’s the juice.” Some more
shifting around, more then likely Obi-Wan taking several small sips
of juice. “Now, lay down. Do you want me to help you sleep?”

“…Please. Kiss first though.”

Quiet chuckling and the soft shift of fabric once again, the Force
came to carry and then it was all quiet.

Mace hesitated then put his hand to the button, emitting himself.

Tempest instantly stood up then relaxed when he saw who it was,
raising a brow. “Obi-Wan is sle-”

“I know.” Mace lifted the pot he had in his other hand. “This
is for him. Haruun spice soup, it used to clear out his colds as a
padawan…” He gave the man a long look. “Perhaps you’re not so
bad. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, but you won’t
be bad for Obi-Wan.”

He moved towards the kitchen while Tempest watched him, a small frown
on his face. “…You were listening.”

“I was, I don’t have a habit of eavesdropping on Obi-Wan but
he’ll forgive me this one transgression I imagine. Force knows he
eavesdropped on my conversations often enough.” Mace put the soup
container into the fridge.

He then turned back, frowning at Tempest. “…I meant what I said,
I don’t trust you. But… you are good for Obi-Wan. If nothing
else, we can agree on that.”

The Sith, because that was what he’d always be in Mace eyes,
shrugged. “He’s my soul bonded. It would be foolish to do
anything but care for him… and…” Here the man hesitated.
“…Obi-Wan is special even without the bond.”

“Glad to know we agree.” Mace headed for the door. “Tell him to
comm me when he’s feeling better, I’d like to have tea with him.
Tell him he can bring you if he wants.” With that he disappeared
out the door and left Obi-Wan to his rest and Tempest to his relieved
confusion.

After all, it wasn’t often you won over someone as protective as
Mace Windu.

Ooh, for the tempest au I just reread it all and realized we haven’t actually seen mace and qui interact yet. Maybe mace accidently sees tempest comforting/healing/cuddling obi and he finally realizes that it’s for real?

Posted on juli 24, 2017 av swmoddy

Hand still lingering over the door, Mace stared at it as he strained
his ears.

“But it tastes so bad Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan rasped out, sounding
horrible and Mace gave a sympathetic wince at how bad he sounded.

There was some more silence and Mace was about to open the door when
there was a harsh cough.

The coughing was slowly calming down and there was a click of a bowl
being set aside.

“…That hurt.” The Korun could barely hear the redhead now, the
voice even more rasped up.

“I know, you willing to take the medicine now. I got some sweet
heated apple juice you can drink right after.”

Mace raised his brows. ‘Hot juice?’

“Hot juice?” Obi-Wan seemed to agreed.

“…I’ll take it if I also get a kiss afterward.”

“Obi-Wan…”

“On the cheek, on the cheek, I’m not going to get you sick too.
I’m not an idiot Qui.”

There was a deep chuckle and then some shifting around.

A low groan and then some gagging.

“Well done love. All down, here’s the juice.” Some more
shifting around, more then likely Obi-Wan taking several small sips
of juice. “Now, lay down. Do you want me to help you sleep?”

“…Please. Kiss first though.”

Quiet chuckling and the soft shift of fabric once again, the Force
came to carry and then it was all quiet.

Mace hesitated then put his hand to the button, emitting himself.

Tempest instantly stood up then relaxed when he saw who it was,
raising a brow. “Obi-Wan is sle-”

He moved towards the kitchen while Tempest watched him, a small frown
on his face. “…You were listening.”

He then turned back, frowning at Tempest. “…I meant what I said,
I don’t trust you. But… you are good for Obi-Wan. If nothing
else, we can agree on that.”

After all, it wasn’t often you won over someone as protective as
Mace Windu.

So let’s talk about #resistthedark. Qui and Anakin are little shits. Can we see more of them being little shits? Anakin being so completely blunt about it all and Qui being exasperated with him as they try to woo and seduce Obi-Wan who’s now thinking on what Qui had said about everything and giving it a shot? Bonus if they manage to somehow make Obi-Wan laugh (even an amused huff would work!)

Posted on juli 22, 2017 av swmoddy

Staring up at the ceiling, Obi-Wan blinked a few moments. “…Ow?”
He asked no one in particular even as the bigger body on top of him
squeezed him gently before there was a loud groan.

“Anakin! I told you not to pounce him!” Qui-Gon pulled the young
Emperor off the redhead, lifting him up on his feet with a small
glare on his face. “I swear to Force, if you bruised him.”

“I wanted to cuddle! He slept in and I didn’t get to see him
before I had to leave to deal with Yularen and Tarkin!” The blond
pouted up at his older counterpart.

“Yes well I didn’t get to see him either. You don’t see me
basically slamming into him the moment he comes out of the fresher do
you?”

The two were bickering as Obi-Wan stared up at them in slight
confusion as he pushed himself slowly up on his elbows, his lips
slowly twitching a bit at the almost normal sounding argument the two
had.

It honestly reminded him of before.

Biting his lips harshly, Obi-Wan continued watching them.

“And then you just RUN in here and I swear if he needs bacta, I am
holding you responsible.” Qui-Gon wagged his finger in Anakin’s
face.

“Are you wagging you finger in my face?” Anakin growled, insulted
as he batted at him.

“Well I’d get a news paper pad but I don’t think the message
would sink i-”

Both froze as they heard a little, muffled snort, glancing down where
Obi-Wan was gnawing on his bottom lip and his eyes were curved as he
watched the two of them, a delighted spark in those deep green eyes.

“Are you…laughing at us?” Anakin questioned, incredulous.

“N-No?” Obi-Wan’s lips were quivering, the dimples in his
cheeks were growing as he couldn’t contain his smile.

Qui-Gon crouched down, staring thoughtfully at him before making a
grimace at the other man and the last barrier broke, Obi-Wan letting
out a full belly laugh as he quickly looked away and covered his
mouth with one hand, still leaning back on the other elbow.

The oldest of the sith smirked at that and got up. “You were. But
its nice to hear you laugh again so I don’t mind.” He offered the
redhead his hands and pulled Obi-Wan up, letting him laugh as Anakin
watched with a small grin on his own face.

Qui-Gon was right, it was nice to hear Obi-Wan laugh again.

“You are so cute.” He cooed, cupping Obi-Wan’s face and tilting
it up to watch the pink flush and dimples. “Just adorable when you
laugh.”

Batting the others hands away, Obi-Wan managed to find his composure
and waved them off, moving towards the kitchen. “Idiots.” He
mumbled but he was still grinning, taking the edge of the insult.

Exchanging pleased looks, the two followed the younger man. “So,
how you feel about going out for dinner Obi-Wan?” Anakin chirped,
wrapping himself around him before he could grab something from the
fridge.

Hesitating a bit, Obi-Wan considered it before looking at the two.
“Can we go to Dex?” He looked between them, a bit nervous.

But he really wanted to see the besalisk, see how he was, hear some
news even if that meant Anakin and Qui-Gon was hearing it too.

Qui-Gon pondered before looking at Anakin to see what he thought.

“Well…we’d have to set up guards around and screen them…call
ahead so the dinner is empty but… sure, if you wanna see Dex we can
go there.” Anakin smiled and rubbed his cheek against Obi-Wan’s.
“Anything for you.”

Flustering, Obi-Wan gave a quick nod. “T-Thank you.”

Taking a chance, Qui-Gon leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to
Obi-Wan’s temple. “As Anakin said, anything for you Obi-Wan. You
just have to ask.” He murmured.

Peeking between the two, Obi-Wan started to feel the faint stirrings
of hope in his chest. Perhaps, just perhaps this wouldn’t be so
bad?

If he gave in to them?

So let’s talk about #resistthedark. Qui and Anakin are little shits. Can we see more of them being little shits? Anakin being so completely blunt about it all and Qui being exasperated with him as they try to woo and seduce Obi-Wan who’s now thinking on what Qui had said about everything and giving it a shot? Bonus if they manage to somehow make Obi-Wan laugh (even an amused huff would work!)

Posted on juli 22, 2017 av swmoddy

Staring up at the ceiling, Obi-Wan blinked a few moments. “…Ow?”
He asked no one in particular even as the bigger body on top of him
squeezed him gently before there was a loud groan.

“Anakin! I told you not to pounce him!” Qui-Gon pulled the young
Emperor off the redhead, lifting him up on his feet with a small
glare on his face. “I swear to Force, if you bruised him.”

“I wanted to cuddle! He slept in and I didn’t get to see him
before I had to leave to deal with Yularen and Tarkin!” The blond
pouted up at his older counterpart.

“Yes well I didn’t get to see him either. You don’t see me
basically slamming into him the moment he comes out of the fresher do
you?”

It honestly reminded him of before.

Biting his lips harshly, Obi-Wan continued watching them.

“And then you just RUN in here and I swear if he needs bacta, I am
holding you responsible.” Qui-Gon wagged his finger in Anakin’s
face.

“Are you wagging you finger in my face?” Anakin growled, insulted
as he batted at him.

“Well I’d get a news paper pad but I don’t think the message
would sink i-”

“Are you…laughing at us?” Anakin questioned, incredulous.

“N-No?” Obi-Wan’s lips were quivering, the dimples in his
cheeks were growing as he couldn’t contain his smile.

Qui-Gon was right, it was nice to hear Obi-Wan laugh again.

“You are so cute.” He cooed, cupping Obi-Wan’s face and tilting
it up to watch the pink flush and dimples. “Just adorable when you
laugh.”

Batting the others hands away, Obi-Wan managed to find his composure
and waved them off, moving towards the kitchen. “Idiots.” He
mumbled but he was still grinning, taking the edge of the insult.

Hesitating a bit, Obi-Wan considered it before looking at the two.
“Can we go to Dex?” He looked between them, a bit nervous.

But he really wanted to see the besalisk, see how he was, hear some
news even if that meant Anakin and Qui-Gon was hearing it too.

Qui-Gon pondered before looking at Anakin to see what he thought.

Flustering, Obi-Wan gave a quick nod. “T-Thank you.”

Taking a chance, Qui-Gon leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to
Obi-Wan’s temple. “As Anakin said, anything for you Obi-Wan. You
just have to ask.” He murmured.

Peeking between the two, Obi-Wan started to feel the faint stirrings
of hope in his chest. Perhaps, just perhaps this wouldn’t be so
bad?

If he gave in to them?

sent this before but didn’t see it on the don’t/won’t list so sending again: for sithandchild verse, what happens now? Will the Sith and Jedi finally reach a truce now that Palpatine isn’t around to interfere any longer? Will custody of Obi-Wan be part of the fine print of the truce? (Does Obi-Wan ever learn to be comfortable with Anakin or Yoda or anyone like that?) And of course, most importantly, does Obi-Wan get that puppy? ;)

Posted on juli 18, 2017 av swmoddy

“I can’t
believe you got him a puppy.” Yan murmured dryly as the two watched
Obi-Wan bounce around the garden with the barking and bouncing fluffy
thing. “We have zabraks.”

“That’s what I
told him.” Qui-Gon chuckled dryly. “Then he turned big green eyes
on me and you know what that does when he does.” He shook his head
and crossed his arms over his chest even as Yan leaned on the balcony
rail as they continued watching the happy kid.

“I still can’t
believe we’re actually in peace.” He sighed happily.

“As long as it
lasts.” Qui-Gon offered dryly then smiled when Obi-Wan gave a loud
laugh as the puppy rolled over his own legs. “But Obi-Wan seems to
enjoy it at least, as does Anakin.” He hummed.

“I still can’t
believe you’ve given Skywalker free pass to come visit as he
wants.” Yan growled.

“He’s still
part of our linage. And he’s a valuable source of information.”

Going quiet a bit
as Maul and Savage joined Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon perched his ass on the
rail. “…I miss the man but love the child more then I miss him.
Is that bad?” He questioned quietly.

“Perhaps. But we
are only humans and he will grow into a man once again with time.”
Yan murmured. “A happier man this time one hopes.”

“You mean you
hope I don’t mess this up this time.” The younger man offered
dryly and Yan snorted a bit but didn’t deny it.

Obi-Wan and the
puppy seemed to be doing a game of tag now, with Maul’s saber of
all things as the zabrak chased after them, Savage not far behind.

“I still think
he talks to animals. He seems to have a bond with practically every
animal he meets.” Yan hummed. “…And if you mess up this time,
we all do. I’m also responsible for the boy.” He sighed, pushing
up on his hands as Maul caught Obi-Wan around the waist and swung him
around.

“If you told me
a year ago that Maul would be happy to play with a boy Obi-Wan’s
age, I would have laughed and asked if you’d gone insane.”
Qui-Gon hummed before reaching out, resting a hand on the others
shoulder. “…Thank you, Obi-Wan needs a grandfather and I’m glad
its you.”

“I live to spoil
him.”

“I know, I found
sweet wrappers in his desk while looking for his homework. Fancy
sweets.”

“…I claim
ignorance.”

Qui-Gon snorted
deeply at that.

“If he ends up
needing another dental appointment, you’re the one that’s going
to hold his hand through it.” Qui-Gon warned the older man even as
the Count of Serenno raised his hands in surrender with a small smirk
on his lips, eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Dully noted. Oh
look, now he has both Maul and Savage’s lightsaber.”

“If they can’t
take it back, he gets to keep them I say.”

“I hope he
doesn’t try that on Ventress, she’s not going to be as nice about
the potential theft.”

“He’s
adventurous, not suicidal.”

Down below,
Obi-Wan continued playing, laughing and happy.