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BlackenedSouls- Vaderkin decides he wants to get a job. Guess who winds up at Ben’s dojo?

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Raising his brow, Ben looked
from the application and up to Anakin. “I… wasn’t aware that
you knew taekwondo?”
He stated in surprise, sitting back in his office chair.

Smiling
at the redhead from the other side of the desk, Anakin shrugged.
“Just didn’t come up and I didn’t want to brag or make you
uncomfortable since we were only just getting to know each other.
Especially after your little… ah… collapse?” Anakin put it as
diplomatically as he could.

Lips
quirking into a wry little smile, Ben raised a brow. “Fainted you
mean, I fainted, I willingly admit that.” He snorted quietly before
glancing down at Anakin’s credentials.

They
actually looked pretty decent and Anakin just like Ben was trained in
the traditional taekwondo style of the kong soo do, the empty hand
way.

And
he was a senior practitioner, ergo a black belt so that spoke well
for him… if this was genuine.

“I
would like to have a spar with you once the kids leave, to gauge your
skill level and see which classes you could potentially take over.”
Ben finally settled on, tone firm.

Nodding
eagerly, Anakin held out his hand. “Sure, I’d be happy to give
you a demonstration.” He winked at the redhead as they shook hands.

‘…Flirt.’
Ben thought to himself, smiling at Anakin.

He
rather hoped the other wasn’t exaggerating his skills in an attempt
to seem impressive.

“Do
you also follow the philosophy of taekwondo or is it just the
fighting aspect of it you are interested in?” Ben asked in interest
as he noticed a few of the kids making their way out after showering,
waving at them through the office window.

Anakin’s
rather sheepish smile was all the answer Ben really needed and he
gave the man an amused smile. “Well, I won’t say I’m surprised,
regardless depending on your skill level you’ll either be working
with the adults or the kids who already have the basic down.” He
chuckled.

Honestly
Ben liked working with kids so if Anakin was as good as his papers
indicated then Ben would like to keep the beginners classes all to
himself with Anakin taking the intermediate classes and then the two
sharing the advanced classes.

There
were also the senior classes for the elderly and the master class for
those who were beyond advanced but once more, this came down to the
skill level Anakin would eventually exhibit.

“I’m
ready when you are!” Anakin chirped, bouncing to his feet.

“Wait,
now? You aren’t dres-”

Anakin
laughed, shrugging. “I don’t mind sparing in jeans and t-shirt,
I’ll just throw my coat and sweater off for the round.” He winked
at Ben.

‘…I
do hope he’s not lying, cause his confidence is really… nice.’
Ben bit his lip, smiling up at him. Confidence had always been a
good turn-on for him.

()()()

‘Well
that’s good, Obi-Wan smells of attraction…’ Vader
shifted, wanting to pounce, wanting to cage and contain and hold onto
his reptilian demon love.

Obi-Wan
and his slender tail wrapped around Vader’s waist, his slitted eyes
full of mischievousness as he dug his claws playfully into Vader’s
shoulder blades while playfully hissing at him as if he was a snake.

And
then ‘Ben’ stood and reality hit him like a fall to earth from
the sky.

Mortal,
human and no memories.

Not
Vader’s love, no tail to playfully tug on or wrap around his waist.

‘Want
my Obi-Wan, want my love, my sinfully sweet temptation wrapped in
silk and
heat… wrapped in love. My
Obi-Wan.’

BlackenedSouls- Vaderkin decides he wants to get a job. Guess who winds up at Ben’s dojo?

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Raising his brow, Ben looked
from the application and up to Anakin. “I… wasn’t aware that
you knew taekwondo?”
He stated in surprise, sitting back in his office chair.

Smiling
at the redhead from the other side of the desk, Anakin shrugged.
“Just didn’t come up and I didn’t want to brag or make you
uncomfortable since we were only just getting to know each other.
Especially after your little… ah… collapse?” Anakin put it as
diplomatically as he could.

Lips
quirking into a wry little smile, Ben raised a brow. “Fainted you
mean, I fainted, I willingly admit that.” He snorted quietly before
glancing down at Anakin’s credentials.

They
actually looked pretty decent and Anakin just like Ben was trained in
the traditional taekwondo style of the kong soo do, the empty hand
way.

And
he was a senior practitioner, ergo a black belt so that spoke well
for him… if this was genuine.

“I
would like to have a spar with you once the kids leave, to gauge your
skill level and see which classes you could potentially take over.”
Ben finally settled on, tone firm.

Nodding
eagerly, Anakin held out his hand. “Sure, I’d be happy to give
you a demonstration.” He winked at the redhead as they shook hands.

‘…Flirt.’
Ben thought to himself, smiling at Anakin.

He
rather hoped the other wasn’t exaggerating his skills in an attempt
to seem impressive.

“Do
you also follow the philosophy of taekwondo or is it just the
fighting aspect of it you are interested in?” Ben asked in interest
as he noticed a few of the kids making their way out after showering,
waving at them through the office window.

Anakin’s
rather sheepish smile was all the answer Ben really needed and he
gave the man an amused smile. “Well, I won’t say I’m surprised,
regardless depending on your skill level you’ll either be working
with the adults or the kids who already have the basic down.” He
chuckled.

Honestly
Ben liked working with kids so if Anakin was as good as his papers
indicated then Ben would like to keep the beginners classes all to
himself with Anakin taking the intermediate classes and then the two
sharing the advanced classes.

There
were also the senior classes for the elderly and the master class for
those who were beyond advanced but once more, this came down to the
skill level Anakin would eventually exhibit.

“I’m
ready when you are!” Anakin chirped, bouncing to his feet.

“Wait,
now? You aren’t dres-”

Anakin
laughed, shrugging. “I don’t mind sparing in jeans and t-shirt,
I’ll just throw my coat and sweater off for the round.” He winked
at Ben.

‘…I
do hope he’s not lying, cause his confidence is really… nice.’
Ben bit his lip, smiling up at him. Confidence had always been a
good turn-on for him.

()()()

‘Well
that’s good, Obi-Wan smells of attraction…’ Vader
shifted, wanting to pounce, wanting to cage and contain and hold onto
his reptilian demon love.

Obi-Wan
and his slender tail wrapped around Vader’s waist, his slitted eyes
full of mischievousness as he dug his claws playfully into Vader’s
shoulder blades while playfully hissing at him as if he was a snake.

And
then ‘Ben’ stood and reality hit him like a fall to earth from
the sky.

Mortal,
human and no memories.

Not
Vader’s love, no tail to playfully tug on or wrap around his waist.

‘Want
my Obi-Wan, want my love, my sinfully sweet temptation wrapped in
silk and
heat… wrapped in love. My
Obi-Wan.’

Bilde | Posted on av swmoddy

yaynan:

Anakin reached out and pushed Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to see Obi-Wan like this. Soft, unguarded. HIs perpetual frown gone, replaced with the openness of sleep that made Anakin’s chest hurt, just a little.

He should have expected Obi-Wan’s quiet rebellion. While he occasionally offered up a retort – Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he completely refrained from sarcasm – he often refused Anakin’s bait and the banter that had previously dominated their relationship was gone.

Anakin had known the transition from proud Jedi to cosseted war prisoner would be difficult for Obi-Wan. In the beginning, Anakin had been glad for it. He’d wanted Obi-Wan to suffer, if not pain than humiliation. But as time passed, as they began to spend time together, as he watched Obi-Wan dote on his children, Anakin’s hatred began to evolve back into the adoration he’d once felt for his former master.

Palpatine was beginning to notice. He began needling Anakin in the most obnoxious ways. The rebellion, a constant source of conflict, was growing stronger and Palpatine blamed Anakin’s perceived weakness for it. That day, after the bombing of an important trade route, Palpatine had suggested a public execution to strike despair in the heart of the rebellion.

That was what had sent Anakin to these rooms; to his small family; to his solace. Rage slithered low in his stomach and he carefully pet Obi-Wan’s hair. While Obi-Wan’s death was unacceptable, an execution might still be on the table. Palpatine was beginning to wear out his welcome and more importantly, his usefulness.

“That he would dare deny me this,” Anakin muttered, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan’s forehead, reaching down to carefully run his fingers first through Luke’s hair, and then Leia’s. “That he would dare suggest I give this up.”

Bilde | Posted on av swmoddy

yaynan:

Anakin reached out and pushed Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to see Obi-Wan like this. Soft, unguarded. HIs perpetual frown gone, replaced with the openness of sleep that made Anakin’s chest hurt, just a little.

He should have expected Obi-Wan’s quiet rebellion. While he occasionally offered up a retort – Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he completely refrained from sarcasm – he often refused Anakin’s bait and the banter that had previously dominated their relationship was gone.

Anakin had known the transition from proud Jedi to cosseted war prisoner would be difficult for Obi-Wan. In the beginning, Anakin had been glad for it. He’d wanted Obi-Wan to suffer, if not pain than humiliation. But as time passed, as they began to spend time together, as he watched Obi-Wan dote on his children, Anakin’s hatred began to evolve back into the adoration he’d once felt for his former master.

Palpatine was beginning to notice. He began needling Anakin in the most obnoxious ways. The rebellion, a constant source of conflict, was growing stronger and Palpatine blamed Anakin’s perceived weakness for it. That day, after the bombing of an important trade route, Palpatine had suggested a public execution to strike despair in the heart of the rebellion.

That was what had sent Anakin to these rooms; to his small family; to his solace. Rage slithered low in his stomach and he carefully pet Obi-Wan’s hair. While Obi-Wan’s death was unacceptable, an execution might still be on the table. Palpatine was beginning to wear out his welcome and more importantly, his usefulness.

“That he would dare deny me this,” Anakin muttered, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan’s forehead, reaching down to carefully run his fingers first through Luke’s hair, and then Leia’s. “That he would dare suggest I give this up.”

Bilde | Posted on av swmoddy

yaynan:

Anakin reached out and pushed Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to see Obi-Wan like this. Soft, unguarded. HIs perpetual frown gone, replaced with the openness of sleep that made Anakin’s chest hurt, just a little.

He should have expected Obi-Wan’s quiet rebellion. While he occasionally offered up a retort – Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he completely refrained from sarcasm – he often refused Anakin’s bait and the banter that had previously dominated their relationship was gone.

Anakin had known the transition from proud Jedi to cosseted war prisoner would be difficult for Obi-Wan. In the beginning, Anakin had been glad for it. He’d wanted Obi-Wan to suffer, if not pain than humiliation. But as time passed, as they began to spend time together, as he watched Obi-Wan dote on his children, Anakin’s hatred began to evolve back into the adoration he’d once felt for his former master.

Palpatine was beginning to notice. He began needling Anakin in the most obnoxious ways. The rebellion, a constant source of conflict, was growing stronger and Palpatine blamed Anakin’s perceived weakness for it. That day, after the bombing of an important trade route, Palpatine had suggested a public execution to strike despair in the heart of the rebellion.

That was what had sent Anakin to these rooms; to his small family; to his solace. Rage slithered low in his stomach and he carefully pet Obi-Wan’s hair. While Obi-Wan’s death was unacceptable, an execution might still be on the table. Palpatine was beginning to wear out his welcome and more importantly, his usefulness.

“That he would dare deny me this,” Anakin muttered, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan’s forehead, reaching down to carefully run his fingers first through Luke’s hair, and then Leia’s. “That he would dare suggest I give this up.”