young-and-unashamed

Melodrama starters
  • "I wanna scream the truth.”
  • “I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go.”
  • “But my hips have missed your hips.”
  • “We pretend that we just don’t care, but we care.”
  • "I think that you might be the same as me.”
  • “I guess we’re partying.”
  • "Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do.”
  • "I'm just the sucker who let you fill her mind.”
  • “You're a little much for me, you're a liability.”
  • "I do my best to meet her demands.”
  • "Let's give it a minute before we admit that we're through.”
  • "I care for myself the way I used to care about you.”
  • "I'll start letting go of little things until I'm so far away from you.”
  • "Know you won't remember in the morning.”
  • “Oh, how fast the evening passes.”
  • “I'll love you until you call the cops on me.”
  • “Sorry I was never good like you.”
  • “When you see me, will you say I’ve changed?”
  • “In my head I do everything right.”
  • “I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush.”
  • "But you're not what you thought you were.’
  • “Maybe we just do it violently.”
  • “We are young and we are unashamed.”
  • "But when we're dancing, I'm alright."

anonymous asked:

Obiwan somehow ended up as Palpatine's son... and instead of Obi being raised as dark he kind of influenced the sith to use his powers to create a better galaxy. Obi knows Quigon and Anakin... 😃

“I cannot believe you sent Maul to Naboo after all,” the ginger haired male’s voice was calm and collected, but it made it even worse. His father knew of the hidden temper behind his calm and serene facade.

“Well, to my defense, he was not supposed to engage the Jedi or interfere in any way…”

The angry look Obi-Wan sent him, made Sheev flinch. He was just lucky that the blue-green eyes had not yet changed into a golden color, otherwise the newly elected Chancellor would be in real trouble. 

“That makes everything so much better of course,” thundered the young man and he paced his father’s office. He couldn’t believe it. They had worked so hard to come this far, to make his father become the Chancellor in order to show the galaxy that the Sith were indeed able to change and be good and that idiot Maul had most likely ruined it.

“He didn’t kill Jinn, did he?”

“No,” he turned to his father, who was fidgeting uncomfortable on the chair, “and neither Anakin. Honestly, you should have dumped that idiot years ago, I never understood why you took him under your wing in the first place.”

“He was promising…” Sheev mumbled and cowered a little when his son’s eyes began to turn color.

“Promising? His plan was to kill you and take your place!” he shouted, “It was good that I was trained before I could walk, otherwise he would most likely have used me to get to you.”

The older male sighed and tiredly rubbed his eyes, “What do you suggest what we do now?” He did not want to have THAT argument again, not now.

“The only option that is left,” spoke the young Sith Lord, “I will go to the Jedi and ask for an audience before the Council. They will grant it, since you are the Chancellor and I am a Senator. I will reveal myself and if things go bad… well, you can always pretend that you were under my influence.”

“But…” he wanted to protest. He couldn’t allow his son, his only child, to go into the lion’s den. 

“Enough,” his voice held no room for argument, “this is your fault and I will take the responsibility for it. Besides, the Jedi know me… if they decide to…. to punish me, then their sentence will be mildly.”

Sheev sighed in defeat, “Obi-Wan…” the ginger haired male turned back to him, Obi-Wan had been about to leave his father’s office, “may the Force be with you.”

He bowed out of respect and love, “And with you father,” with that, he left the Senate building in order to contact the Jedi Council.


“Master Jinn!” Obi-Wan yelled over the whole hallway, catching the attention of the tall and long haired Jedi Master.

Midnight blue eyes lit up, upon spotting him. “Obi-Wan,” the man smiled and allowed the smaller male to hug him. He could not hide the pained wince however and the Chancellor’s son pulled away in worry.

“Master Jinn, are you hurt?” of course he was worried. He knew the man almost his whole life. 

Back, when Darth Plagueis had found out about him and sent bounty hunters after him, his father had asked for the Jedi’s help. Qui-Gon Jinn and his previous Padawan Xanatos Du’Crion - which Obi-Wan had killed, but that was another story entirely - had been sent to function as his bodyguards while Obi-Wan’s father was ‘working’ on another planet. In truth had Darth Sidious searched out his old Master and killed him. But before he had been able to locate him, Obi-Wan Kenobi - who had been named after his mother - had spent years in the tall Jedi’s company. He had learned a lot from Qui-Gon and they had eventually formed a strong bond. More than ones had Qui-Gon requested that Sheev would give his son to the Jedi, but every time his request had been refused. It had not stopped him from visiting the ginger haired male constantly and on a regular basis however.

Qui-Gon took a deep breath, “First, how often to I have to remind you to call me Qui-Gon and second… you heard about the incident on Naboo have you not?”

“At least one more time Qui-Gon, as usual, I am a Senator after all,” the last part earned him an amused look, “And I heard about Naboo and the Zabrak.”

“The Sith,” a new and much younger voice suddenly cut in.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan greeted the boy and crouched down to allow the blonde to hug him. Anakin had immediately taken a liking to him when he had briefly visited the new Chancellor with the queen of Naboo. Then again, it could very well be, because the ginger haired male had saved the young whirlwind from an hour of mindless discussions.

“Obi-Wan, I mean Senator Kenobi, look!” the young Skywalker exclaimed enthusiastically and presented the young politician his new braid.

“Oh my,” Obi-Wan gasped and his eyes darted to Qui-Gon for the briefest of seconds, “Congratulations Padawan Skywalker.”

The boy laughed, “But please, you have to keep calling me Anakin alright?”

“Only if you keep calling me Obi-Wan.”

“Deal!” the child was literally bouncing on his feet.

Amused did the Sith in disguise rise to his feet again. He had seen the rueful look in the older Jedi’s eyes and Obi-Wan knew that the Master was thinking about the apprenticeship they could have had. It was not supposed to be though, the Force had had other plans with the young Sith.

“What brings you here Obi-Wan?” the long haired male eventually asked, but there was only curiosity in his voice. 

“Ah. I had asked for an audience before the Jedi Council concerning the Sith… would you like to come and attend as well?” he did not know where this thought had come from, but he suspected that the Force was somehow behind it.

Qui-Gon blinked it surprise. “I would like to very much,” he really did. Every new information that could led them closer to the remaining Sith, was good.

“Come along then,” he was already six steps ahead, when he noticed the pained way Qui-Gon was moving. One of his large hands rested on his abdomen. Immediately the young Senator rushed back to his friend in concern. 

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon laughed despite the pain. “You deem it ‘uncivilised’ and inappropriate to call me ‘Qui-Gon’ in public, but now you want to undress me in the middle of the Jedi temple?”

Obi-Wan did NOT flush, but he had indeed lifted parts of the Jedi’s tunic to check on the Master. Of course he had heard about the wound that Maul had inflicted and he just wanted to check and reassure himself. Had he known that Maul would simply freak out and attack Qui-Gon, then he would have killed the damn Zabrak himself.

He let out a sympathetic hiss at the sight of the burned flesh. The Zabrak had not impaled him - thank the Force for small mercies - but the wound had still been life threathenig. For a moment the young Sith hesitated, but then he threw all caution out of the window and carefully rested his hand on the injury and he sent healing energy through his fingers into the Jedi’s body. Qui-Gon took a few shaky breaths at the contact, but he quickly calmed down again, when the pain lessened thanks to the younger male’s effort. 

He looked down at his young friend in shock and thought silently to himself that it was really a shame that Sheev Palpatine had not given his son into Qui-Gon’s care. He just KNEW that they could have become a great team and that the ginger haired Senator would have made a great Knight, most likely one of the best the Jedi Order had seen in the last hundred years.

“Thank you,” he pushed his long hair out of his face and helped the young and seemingly unashamed Senator to bring his tunics back into order. 

Obi-Wan shook his head, “No, thank you.”

They both meant so much more with those two words, but they did not need to say more to understand each other. With a last glance did the three males make their way towards the Council chamber. It didn’t matter that Obi-Wan was a few minutes too late, that was not unusual, not when Qui-Gon was in the temple and the Council knew that and tolerated it with a healthy amount of humor.


Meanwhile Obi-Wan was hiding his fear and anxiety behind carefully crafted shields. He feared what was about to come, but he feared less for the Council’s decision concerning him, but was more afraid of what Qui-Gon would think of him afterwards. He took a shaky breath, but then held his head high. 

The Force is with him, he is the son of the current Chancellor and of the Sith Lord Darth Sidious, he did not have to fear anything, right?