#feemor and obi-wan. : Your Kids??

[mudpuddless]

AU where Obi-wan is Can Drallig's illegitimate son except of course everyone knows and no one cares except for qui-gon of course.

based on this post by @twinterrors29

[itstimeforstarwars]

I love that Dooku raised Rael and Qui-Gon back to back and then after Qui-Gon became a knight Dooku had to take like a 30 year break before deciding to raise Komari.

[bubblew0lf1]

Question for your dragon!jedi au- does Obi-Wan still have his traumatic padawan-ship, and if so is that changed by his ability to change into a dragon? (I had the image of Melida/Dann Obi trying to brood on some younger kids like a bird to keep them warm)

This is a complicated question.

In some things it's similar, but i changed a lot of things. The biggest change is that Xanatos didn't turn to the dark side (because i love the big brother Feemor and Xanatos trope, sue me) which immediately throws out the Bandomeer situation, at least the way it happened in the books. I might come up with a way that he still somehow ends up there at some point.

He is still bullied by Bruck, and many masters are hesitant to take him on because he is pretty small for his age and is a "scale-less" dragon (there are other furred or feathered dragons, like wookies, but they are usually pretty big even as children, and they basically don't know anything about stewjoni dragons or their quirks- i wanna write more about this later)

He gets taken as a Padawan at age 10? (Haven't decided on that yet) after an incident with Bruck (qui Gon already knows him and wants to take him as a Padawan at this point)

Now, about Melinda/Daan.

He still stays behind but the circumstances are different. Qui-gon doesn't want to leave him behind and promises that he will come back, but because of senate intervention, he has to wait a month or two (again, haven't decided yet) before he can go back for his Padawan and try help resolve the conflict. I might have Feemor or Xan go with him we'll see.

But as for the last part of your question, yes he is fretting over everyone, and makes a nest that he drags everyone he can into it, so that he can keep an eye on them. Nield and Cerasi just call him a mother tooka, then get immediately dragged into the pile. (Granted, Obi wan is about a 120cm tall in Dragonform, but since the young are all... Well young he is still taller as a dragon than most of them.)

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Okay, I'm compiling fics in one place, because I know my memory and I will forget shit and end up on a three-hour search for things again and it's just... Lost fics will also be here for when I find them.

Note: these summaries are actually the little pieces that I remember them by, so... not terribly accurate. Be warned.

The one with Argicorps member Obi and the potato sprouts: Put your empty hands in mine by K_R_Closson.

The one with Jango meeting Obi during Melida/Daan and being the one that brings him into the Mandalorian world: Stewjoni Traits. by TessaVance.

The one where Cody and Senator Obi end up together and meet Nield and Cerasi from MeliDaan: A Heart's Revolution by thevalesofanduin.

The one where female Obi gets married to Jango after their both held captive and she hides things in her hair: The Mandalorian Entanglement by InvisibleSilence.

The one where there's bird people and Fem!Obi attracts the attention of the queen: The Path of Rain by sirladyknight.

The one where Stewjon people leave unwanted children at the edge of a forest:

The one with an SI/OC that goes 'Nope!' every time they see Krell: An Ocean of Paths and Links by Maginary.

The one where Obi was married to Jango, ran away but was brought back years later with Anakin: The Dragon King by Shelaar (JonathanAnubian).

The one with the flowers: The Brute Divine by catboydogma.

The one where Obi is a medic and still falls in love with Cody: We’ll Meet Again by little_dumpling.

The three with Jango and courting via knife sheath: Kal'Koora by MusicSoul1982. Sheath and Dagger by Llamaal. Mandalorian Courtship by Lyricalvillain.

The one where Galidraan goes differently and a Jedi helps Mandos find Jango in a spice freighter/The one where Jedi help a group of Mando children stuck in comas: Defying Expectations by Thunder_and_Tea.

The one where the clones get mass adopted by Mandalorians: You Could Be My Luck (Safe and Sound) by SkybreakPrime.

That one with Mandalorian Obi kicking ass and taking names with a pet strill: Strangers Like Me by K_R_Closson.

The one where time-traveling Obi calls Jaster to help with Melid/Daan: Who you are today (is not who you have to be tomorrow) by wildimaginingsofhalfbakedideas

The one where Krell was captured on Umbara and put in a cell for wanting to be a Sith: Just this once, captain, everyone lives.

The one with the Kasava fruit: patron saint by spqr.

The one where Jaster shows up in the halls of healing to see padawan Obi/The one where Obi saves Depa from a holocron: The Star (-17) by handdrawnisopach.

The one where Obi becomes padawan to a wookie and there's a holocron of his father: No Absolutes by Eff_Dragonkiller.

The one with the doors depicting battles: Unintended Consequences by sparkly_seagull. and The Slave's Gambit by bgyeetusthefetus.

Fics about Jedi braids and beads:

Where Obi gets beads from everyone who loves him: You Are Wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi by Allwalkfree

Where he's adopted into a family of librarians: The Librarian’s Padawan by Mithril_and_Acorns (Feemor!!!)

With the Beskar bread from Feemor: Of Crechemasters and Archivists and Outtakes by Mithril_and_Acorns

Defying Expectations has a part about beads too.

Guard Feemor fics: list

The one where fem!Obi-Wan goes back all sneaky like to a compound where she was held prisoner: Ner Mesh'la Cyar'ika by wearethewitches.

The one where Jaster goes 'I have your kid- oh, wait, no! fuck! I meant we found your baby Jedi!': Buir by SkybreakPrime.

The one with time traveling Obi painting his beskar 212 gold/orange: (and now I lay myself down) and hope I wake up young again by cjwritesfanficnow

The one with the fanfic writing clone: Clone Company Companion by therehavebeenworsenames.

The AU with the unintentional Jedi shrine and safe place: they're neutral by deniigiq.

The one where Obi-Wan adopts all the clones. It's Buir Obi-Wan: He Let the Bounty Hunter Go by Lemonsunset

The one with post-war clone happiness/establishing their lives: Post here.

The one where Obi-wan and Jaster steal Bacta Robin Hood-style, making it more affordable by printing the code to make it across the internet: The Gift by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal).

That one with the cave in where Obi-Wan rescued padawans from the corps: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) by Batsutousai

That fic where Obi-Wan, Quinlan and Bruck get trapped in a mediation with Sifo-Dyas before Obi-Wan brings them out: The Temple by me_again.

The one where Young Obi-Wan is sold to a spice frieghter instead of the deep sea mines, meets Jango there and they become family: Mand'alor bal Kaysh Vod'ika (The Mand'alor and His Brother) by sometimes_i_right

The one where young Obi-wan and Quinlan have a force bond, and can feel baby Maul through the force, and call him 'brother in the dark': The Temple by me_again.

That one with dualsex Obi, who was previously with Quinlan who wasn't attracted to his 'feminine parts': When You Say Nothing, You Miss the Understanding by MusicSoul1982

When Plo Koon has both the knife and gift in his hands (metaphorically): A Mandalorian Guide on How To Save the Jedi in Just Three Easy Steps by miyaji_08

The one with the mouse droids who go after ankles: Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous.

[rainintheevening]

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan with 81 or 83? ❤️

From 100 ways to say ILY

Already done 83, so 81 it is! Going back to the Modern AU for this one. Qui-Gon is a single dad cop and Obi-Wan is his son. This was almost certainly not what you had in mind for this ask, but here. Angst, lots of angst, with some sweet comfort.

81. "Sweet dreams."

Obi-Wan always gets picked up from school by a police car. Not always his dad's, but always someone from the force.

He knows them all, they're his family. But seeing car 552 gives him an extra rush of joy. He crosses the cold parking lot at a run, easily weaving between busses and people and other cars.

But it's not his dad behind the wheel.

Instead he tosses his backpack into the warmth, and bends down to look into the face of Lieutenant Feemor.

Feemor, his dad's first rookie, who helped Obi-Wan learn how to swim at the community pool.

"Fee?" he asks, confused, and suddenly afraid.

"Hey, Obi." Feemor's smile is kind, but Obi-Wan’s stomach has started churning. "Yeah, I had to pick up your dad's car anyway, and I told him it would be better if someone else talked to you first. He's at the station."

"Is he okay?" he blurts as he climbs in the passenger side, fumbles with his seat belt.

"Physically, yes." Feemor is very steady and calm, but his eyes... his eyes are sad and full of pain. "He wasn't hurt. But something... pretty bad happened, so he's upset and pretty rattled."

Obi-Wan doesn't know if that makes things worse or better. He's seen his dad come home from bad car crashes or other things, and sometimes he's quiet, and he cries a little when he hugs Obi-Wan to sleep. Other times he's angry, and he paces in the kitchen until Obi-Wan makes him hot chocolate and they go sleep in his dad's bed. But what could be so bad he doesn't have time to pick Obi-Wan up from school?

"What happened?" Obi-Wan demands. "Who died? Someone died, right? Come on, I'm twelve, I can handle it."

Feemor pulls out onto the road from the school, glances at him quickly. "You are a strong kid," he says quietly. "You know how often your dad would talk about you being the reason he never even thinks about it being too much? The reason he gets up every morning, and puts his uniform on again?"

"He's my best friend," Obi-Wan says softly. "He's my whole family."

Feemor's smile is quick. "Well, you've got us too, Obi. Don't forget your family in blue."

"So are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Stubborn," Fee mutters. "Like your dad."

And then Feemor tells him.

It was Xanatos, his dad's rookie. Zan, Obi-Wan wants to cry, but he keeps still. They had just had Zan and Feemor and Mace and Depa over for supper last week. They'd had a snowball fight in the yard before hand.

But that morning, Zan had missed his shift, and Qui-Gon had been worried, driven over to his house to check on him.

"He was on drugs, Qui said." Feemor's voice is slow, hesitant. "Not talking right. And then he..."

"He killed himself." Obi-Wan says it louder than he meant to, and Fee starts.

"Well, yeah. Or he shot himself, but he didn't get to the hospital in time. Your dad had to handle the whole thing."

Obi-Wan pretends not to notice Feemor's lips trembling when he stops talking. And Feemor says nothing about the tears that have started to slide down Obi-Wan’s nose. He just reaches over to pat Obi-Wan’s knee, and Obi-Wan takes his hand, and they drive like that the rest of the way to the police station.

Obi-Wan doesn't want to be crying when he sees his dad, he wants to be strong. But then his dad turns from where he's standing with Captain Mace, and his face is so sad, so thoroughly heartbroken, that Obi-Wan starts running, and by the time he's in his dad's arms he's sobbing.

"Oh, Daddy!"

He can say nothing more, but he wraps his legs around his dad's waist, and buries his face in Qui-Gon's neck, and holds on so tight to keep his dad from falling apart.

"My son. Oh, my son."

His dad's voice is rough, but quiet by his ear, and a row of bearded kisses gets planted down the side of Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan's tears halt quickly, though, and he pulls back, hands on Qui-Gon's cheeks, searching his dad's face for something he can help with, something he can fix.

The man's eyes are red, but his cheeks are dry. He smiles faintly at Obi-Wan, leans into his touch. "Fee told you, then."

Obi-Wan nods, gulps. His dad frees one hand from around his back, and gently smooths his thumb under Obi-Wan’s eyes, drying the last of his tears.

"Why? Why did he do that?" Because Obi-Wan had no idea. "Why did he want to die? Didn't he know it would hurt you?"

Qui-Gon's face crumples up, and then he pulls Obi-Wan back in against his chest. He sways slightly, rocking Obi-Wan as if he was little. Obi-Wan doesn't mind.

"I'm... not sure. I don't know all the reasons why."

"But you know everything," Obi-Wan says, startled, almost betrayed.

There's a pause, before his dad looks at him, and he looks so incredibly tired, Obi-Wan almost cries again.

"No. No, I don't," Qui-Gon says. "I never have."

And Obi-Wan doesn't know what to say to that.

There's more hugs and talking, and Depa, Captain Mace's rookie, sits with him while his dad talks to someone in an office. Depa doesn't say much, but he can tell she's been crying. So he gets a Hardy Boys book out of his backpack, and reads to her.

He feels unbalanced; like he's dizzy, but he's not. He wants to go home, and be safe with his dad, and drink hot chocolate on the couch, and watch Cars.

He thinks about Zan, wonders where he shot himself. In the head? He tries to imagine what that would look like, then tries equally hard not to imagine.

Feemor drives them home, in his car. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sit in the back, so Obi-Wan can curl against his dad's side. They don't talk much.

They get takeout from Dex's Diner, and Fee tells them that Chief Yoda wants him to stay with them for the night.

Qui-Gon tells him that's not necessary, and Obi-Wan is torn. He likes hanging out with Feemor, it's like having a big brother. But he really just wants to be with his dad.

"Sorry," Fee says, parking in the driveway. "Orders are orders. I'll stay out of your hair. But I'd appreciate the company myself," he adds, and Qui-Gon stops arguing with him.

Fee is true to his word. He's there, but he's quiet.

Obi-Wan shows him how to make the magic hot chocolate while his dad is taking a shower.

"Why is it magic?" Feemor asks, putting all their food on plates.

"Dad calls it that because it fixes everything." Obi-Wan shrugs. "I know it doesn't fix everything, but it helps."

When Qui-Gon comes in and smells the hot chocolate, he smiles for the first time all day.

Feemor sits quietly on the floor, and Obi-Wan forgets about him, while they watch Cars.

He's sleepy after, and doesn't remember anything other than his dad saying he doesn't need to worry about homework, he'll write a note for Obi-Wan's teacher tomorrow.

They're lying together in Qui-Gon's big bed, Obi-Wan snuggled against his dad's side, when he blinks awake.

He's used to sleeping with his dad, it's just something they do whenever they need it. But he remembers suddenly, more than once, when he would wake up and find his dad sleeping in the chair in Obi-Wan’s room.

"Bad dreams," was all his dad would say.

Qui-Gon had a lot of interesting dreams, and he often told Obi-Wan about them. But he never talked about the bad ones.

Obi-Wan looks up at the side of his dad's face; he's staring up at the ceiling, hardly blinking.

He reaches up, touches Qui-Gon's cheek, and his dad starts, turns to look at him. His eyes are tired, but he looks at Obi-Wan with love.

"Are you afraid of nightmares? About what happened? About Zan?"

Qui-Gon blinks, and he looks like he can't decide how to feel. He rolls onto his side, scoops Obi-Wan in against his big chest, kisses his face. "Not when I have you here."

"Okay." Obi-Wan pulls his dad's head down to kiss his forehead, then each cheek, then his nose. "Sweet dreams, Dad."

Qui-Gon makes a funny noise, but he only hugs Obi-Wan closer and whispers, "I love you, son."

"Love you back," Obi-Wan says, yawning.

He doesn't remember falling asleep, only waking safe and warm beside his dad. Because together they can handle anything. Even fight away bad dreams.

[kivaember]

hi! i’m absolutely LOVING Star To Star and i really admire your writing. your storytelling skills are incredible and make for such a fun read. every single chapter is a banger and compelling to read like i have been physically hooked, i can’t escape, i can’t stop thinking about this story

i was wondering if you had any advice for writing a road-trip fic? clever or funny things you’re especially proud of? and if you have any strategies you use for brainstorming and outlining the plots of your stories?

i feel like that might be a lot so feel free to answer what you like, and thank you for your time 🫶🏻

thank you! i'm glad you're enjoying star to star :) it always makes me happy to know someone likes my stuff, even with my long pauses inbetween chapters sometimes ;;w;;

as for advice hmmm. when it comes to planning fics, i just nail down what the overarching thing i want to achieve is. so, for star to star, that's "Jango and Obi-Wan meet as kids and go on a road trip, bridging the gap between Mandalorians and Jedi". i just continued to build it from there, and even decided to mirror Jango and Obi-Wan's journey with Jaster and Feemor, since you can explore the two different perspectives of the culture clash when one pair are kids and the other adults.

next thing, i don't really plan it out rigidly. i have a specific plot points i want to hit and a rough timeline, but i keep the space in-between vague in case i get a sudden idea to call back to something, or to follow a thread elsewhere. it also means i don't get overly stuck trying to follow a strict plan, since that kills my inspiration to be honest haha i like having the freedom to adlib parts of the story in case i think of something better.

uhhh also i don't write everything chronologically either... if i get inspiration for a later scene, i write it. sometimes it never gets used, or it gets cannibalised or whatever, but it helps to write 'alternative scenes' or even little ficlets in the story, just for personal reference. that's what star field ended up being tho lmao, but i have a word doc just full of extra scenes or future scenes. helps to just get the ideas out sometimes.

honestly, i just enjoy doing the worldbuilding for star to star. like. thinking of the mando and jedi culture and expanding on it. i also like exploring how terrifying force visions can be, which uh, is probably really obvious haha

sorry for rambling, but i hope some of that was interesting, at least? i'm always happy to talk about star to star stuff!

(also i'm very proud of 2-1B in star to star. i'm so glad everyone loves that assassin dro- i mean, med droid.)

[lilredghost]

babyyyy im late but for the writing asks, 4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

49. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

64. Something you love to see in smut.

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of any of your fics? 

Baby!! You're not late at all! As long as I keep getting questions, I'll keep answering! Some of these I did already, in which case I'll just link the previous answer

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

See here

49. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Thankfully no! I want to say I would block the person and move on, but I know it would hit me hard if I got that kind of negative feedback. The roughest thing I've had to deal with is only a lack of engagement on occasion

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Foreshadowing and Parallel phrases / repetition

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

BITTER ENDINGS. I hate it with a passion! Smut is meant to make you feel good, and people's emotions can be precariously fragile in the aftermath. Why would you hurt someone like this??

64. Something you love to see in smut.

Answered in this post. But also, in the same vein as #63, I love endings where the characters (if it's not already an established relationship) affirm that they seriously like each other or that they want to have sex again. That assurance really puts me at ease; it's sort of like a "happily ever after" for smut

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

Hmmm, this is really difficult actually. Maybe if I whump the fuck out of Obi-Wan? Or find a way to apply his infinite sadness even in a smut fic?? I'm not sure, but I think the way I repeat phrases (see #56) is probably a big one

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of any of your fics?

Not for the E-rated ones, I think, because with those I was pretty happy with only establishing as much detail as I needed/wanted before getting into the porn. But for Their fragrance came from you, definitely! Here are a few:

Originally, Cal and Jaro Tapal were going to be in the courtroom to testify for Anakin's trial. This just sort of got cut because the courtroom scene was already a mess and I decided it didn't add much

Komari was going to be the one to reveal to the readers that Obi-Wan was an omega, instead of Feemor, and it was not going to be nearly as heartfelt! I changed it when I got to that chapter because I had added the fight scene between Komari and Obi-Wan, and it no longer made sense for them to be interacting there. It looked a little like this: “I’m just looking after you, dumbass.” Her brows draw together. “…you’ll be all by yourself over there.” “Again, Komari, I’m not—” “Obi-Wan, I’m not worried about him stabbing you through the gut,” she says sharply. “I’m worried about him finding out that you’re an omega.”

There was also originally a bit during the scene where Obi-Wan and Anakin paint divay in the square where Anakin gets pulled away to tell some kids about "The Tale of Two Suns". We're meant to hear the name of this fable in passing now (and maybe a cultural tidbit or two) and then get the actual text of the fable later in the fic. But that scene was so hard to put together that I couldn't make it fit... I'm trying to introduce the tale of two suns in a different place now, hopefully it works!

[chocmarss]

He Cried Wolf

The Stars Are Falling And There's Nothing You Can Do to Stop Them

Golden Patch On Me

Debris of Our Adventures

Look Beyond Me

Hhfjsjcjsd sorry these are five I just can't help it ;;; I am having a fun time sending people titles

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

He Cried Wolf: gonna go with comedy with this and make Boba be decidedly bratty as a five-year-old because he knows he’s Jango’s favourite (he’s a kid, and kids get a little bratty sometimes) and shoves this knowledge to the Nulls because they’re the same age. Every time they try to get back at him, Boba releases his extra big crocodile tears because he said Ordo was going to flush his head down the toilet bowl, when they were only threats and he hadn’t done anything to the brat— I mean, to the kid. He was being a brat, anyway. (Ordo totally did that in Repcomm, btw)

Very Littlest Sibling behaviour, the clones are infuriated.

The Stars are Falling and There’s Nothing You Can Do to Stop Them: Sith au with Luke and Leia where Luke actually accepts Vader’s attempt to recruit him into the Empire. Luke and Vader kill Sidious, Vader lets Luke take over the throne as the new Emperor, and Leia watches this from a distance while the horror of everything going into a clusterfuck catches on fire around her.

Both Luke and Vader try to pull her into joining them, but Luke’s the one who approaches Leia because they both know she’d kill Vader on sight if he was in the same room with her. He’s gentle about it, maybe he uses their bond as twins to feed whatever intense emotions and full intent both Luke and Vader are feeling to the point Leia gets so overwhelmed and overpowered that it took all of her energy to fight them off.

And when she finally joins them, there are two rulers, two voids of darkness within the Force, their father as their attack dog, and the galaxy is powerless to stop them.

Golden Patch On Me: Qui-Gon Lives au where he gets to be Anakin’s Jedi Master and Obi-Wan gets to be knighted into a Jedi Knight; which happens to be the worst idea Qui-Gon ever did because now, he has all of his former padawans and now current padawan ganging up on him whenever they can.

It was Anakin’s idea for the golden star sticker every time someone does a good deed. Obi-Wan keeps them in his notebook, Xan (who doesn’t Fall) sticks a bunch of them on the back of his datapad, and Feemor has them on anywhere Anakin can see. Only Qui-Gon hasn’t gotten them yet and starts to get a little miffed at how it’s clearly because all of his padawans are conspiring against him so that he doesn’t get a sticker from his youngest. You’re giving your poor Master a bad image now, Ani, when everyone knows the conditions one has to do in order to get a sticker. Have mercy on your Master, my young padawan.

Qui-Gon finally gets a sticker for not getting himself hurt for the whole year and he shows it off by sticking it on his robe.

Debris of Our Adventures: 501st shenanigans where there’s a war on this secluded but practical planet that’s been sitting at the edges of the Mid Rim, and some cultural confusions has 16 YO Ahsoka finding herself to be a wife to a hundred or so men and women. She is so confused, the locals are delighted, Anakin is silently screaming that is my baby sister, and the men are trying to hide their laughter at their general’s very obvious vein that’s throbbing on his forehead.

Look Beyond Me: HMM clichéd rexsoka siren au where Ahsoka’s a pirate on her brothers’ ship, the Dominator, and they’re part of a Code of Hunters that reunites all pirates together into helping one another any time any of them are in danger (natural disasters, Royal Military, other pirates who aren’t part of the code, etc.). They’re Monster Hunters, and the Dominators’s reputation is good.

It’s a huge storm, the crew’s trying to wrestle with this giant squid/bird who is pretty much trying to eat them, when Ahsoka gets thrown overboard. She’s drowning, gets her head hit by some debris, and she goes black, but not before she feels like something, someone, is tugging her out of that mess.

She wakes up to the sun glaring on her face, her mouth dry, sand everywhere on her person. That is until she finds herself looking into a man’s face with beautiful blue scales framing his jaw, brown eyes squinting down at her with some amount of wary curiosity.

Uhh, idk, they figure each other out, Rex shows his many brothers that he’s found a human, holy kriff guys, while the rest of them are like Rex, what the hell, Dad said we can’t go near the humans remember!! He said they’re dangerous and a bunch of barbarians who have no respect to the sea and its creatures, and that includes us, you di’kut!!!!

Rex and Ahsoka fall in love, maybe they try to protect each other from their respective families, there’s understanding how the Hunters shouldn’t probably be hunters anymore and they shouldn’t kill sea creatures who are just minding their own business? And the sirens should probably not lure the humans into the sea and eat them? There’s a thought.

[oldblogwhothis]

My Favourite Dumbass Padawan Headcanon: a la Obi-Wan Kenobi

I'm so sorry but I firmly headcanon that padawan hairstyles and such are at the discretion of the master (aside from the braid ofc).

I also headcanon that Dooku inflicted that hairstyle on Qui Gon to "teach him a lesson in humility" (and also to tame his mOP SWEET FORCE) and Qui Gon HATED it, which is why he grew his hair out as long as possible and developed an allergy to hairbrushes once he was knighted.

Fully intended to phase it out for his own padawan(s). However;

1. Feemor didn't care or lowkey already styled his hair similarly bc *poor teenage life choices* and Qui Gon kind of cringed but let it happen bc "well, why not".

2. Xanatos took one look at the style, at his beautiful hair, and blatantly refused. He throws it up in a regular ponytail/nerftail/whatever the fuck the alternative is. Qui Gon was indulgent enough to go "yeah, it sucks" and let it go. (You cannot convince me that goddamn Xanatos du Crion allowed Qui Gon to cut his hair like that. You cannot.)

But then

But

Then

3. He grudgingly takes on Obi-Wan goddamn Kenobi. And, after finally taking a good long look at the kid post-Bandomeer (in temple, clean, all the trauma tucked away where it can jump out and fuck him up later, like a Proper Jedi) and goes oh no bc the kid is cute and charming and polite right up until he shoves a lightsaber up your ass or offers to, you know, die nobly for the Greater Good and all that jazz.

And he promptly adopts that stupid padawan cut out of pure self defense and claims it's tradition for the poor little bastard because he can already forsee the teenage years and he's horrified and praying that the stupid hair cut will ward off the hormones wtf I didn't have to worry about this with karking XANATOS sweet Force I have ever been your humble servant, do me a solid.

(The Force, watching Qui Gon do what he wants for 30+ years with no end in sight: ✨No✨)

It's chaos. For example:

Qui Gon, an idiot Dad, panicking bc his son is Growing Into His Cheekbones and this is a cODE RED HELP ME HOW DO I STOP THIS: Tahl, Tahl help what do I do puberty and the Force are working against me

Tahl, margarita in one hand and a contraband holo of the yearly officially unofficial "hottest padawan" rankings that she stole from Bant (who is def her padawan don't @ me) in the other: Obi's winning again this year. Good for him. *loud, obnoxious sip* Get Karked, Qui.

Alternatively:

Qui Gon: *wheezing whenever Obi-Wan flirts with the enemy, circa his fifteenth year of life* Padawan sO HELP ME

Obi-Wan, genuinely baffled, hair brushing his cheeks like he's a hero in a holonovel bc he hasn't had time to give af about Stupid Hair Upkeep while on mission: It's a valid strategy!

(Satine, watching him flirt and destroy Death Watch while arguing complex political ideologies with her and promptly deciding that Arguing Was Foreplay: 😘☺️😏)

Qui Gon, about to have a space stroke: GET ME THE CLIPPERS

Obi-Wan: But-!

Qui Gon, mid battle: SCISSORS

Obi-Wan, stumbling: But Master, I-

Qui Gon, cursing the Force as it Laughs At Him: A RUSTY RAZOR AND A PRAYER.

So Obi-Wan gets the stupid padawan cut. Mostly for Qui Gon's blood pressure and illusionary peace of mind.

(Spoiler: it does nothing).

(He cuts Anakin's hair the same after Qui Gon dies bc "it's tradition" even as he grows his own hair/beard back out. It works on everyone Except Padme. Qui Gon weeps in the afterlife).

[padawansuggest]

Here’s a fun headcanon for your favorite lineage.

Sensory play-aka putting paint in a bag and letting someone make a no mess painting. Squishy toys that look like animals. Simply sewing a nice picture to calm down. Jedi are constantly being overwhelmed or overstimulated, these simple things are lifesavers for some-and I like the idea of masters teaching their padawans(or grandpadawans) sewing.

!!!!!! I love this so much thank you.

I love the idea of Master Yoda constantly handing kids fidget toys so Dooku would get the fidgety fingers out on buttons but Dooku learned to sew with Sifo-Dias’s master and him. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, I love him doing yarncraft. I have an AU where he lives in the agricorps (in an AU where they have a nice planet cause like???? Canon is so weird about the corps????) where he managed to adopt Feemor, Xanatos and Obi-Wan as they all end up there, and he helps run one of the fiber mills in the area (they’re in a livestock area in this AU cause Obi-Wan’s specialty is with animals, not plants I think,) and in between milling fiber, he tends to dye/spin/use/other his own, mostly by spindles, specifically supported spindles cause for some reason I think he’d really have the patience for it.

Where as in other fics I’ve made him a crocheter or a knitter and in one of THOSE I made Obi-Wan a spinner/weaver.

Basically, yes, the kiddos learn their craft (like lil dwarves 😭) and pass down enough of that that you can see it in the next students craft or hobbies.

Obi-Wan has an easy time, since Anakin’s craft is mechanics, but in canon!!!! Obi-Wan’s craft is woodworking/painting!!!! He makes toys for Luke by hand, and I know what you’re thinking ‘that’s because he’s poor and they don’t have toy shops on Tatooine anyways’ first of all, you know nothing, and second of all, the toys he made are NOT simple, they were well done, and Obi-Wan didn’t stumble once in making them, I have carved on wood before even if you turn out to be good at it, it takes years of practice to make truly good pieces. I found it the hardest form of woodworking and I fucking loved woodworking.

No. I don’t think those were his first. I bet after a long stressful day, him and Ani would collapse in the living room, he’d pull over the box of wood scraps and Ani would the box of spare parts, and they’d lose themselves in their own little worlds, building together in a quiet meditation. Precious babies.

I made a post about this earlier, but in a no-war AU, I think Obi and Ani should both be teachers. I think Ani would be a mechanical engineer teacher, and Obi should teach art (mainly sculptures with wood and clay, but sometimes pottery throwing cause Leia needs to work out her violence and likes pretty pottery, and also meditative finger painting with the littluns on Wednesdays) and I think they would have a ton of fun with that. They would be fairly well rounded people who know their purpose here is to teach the kiddos.

Anyways. I think all Jedi should have crafts. I love their canon crafts too, but as a fiber worker myself, I also love giving them yarn hobbies simply because I have a brain made of yarn, but I love wood working with all my soul. I cannot speak on mechanical stuff tho as I’ve been informed that I could kill any technology I touch.

[tunglo]

For the character ask: if no ones asked yet, qui-gon?

Thank you! I feel like I should put a content warning that while I think Qui-Gon's a great character, I'm in this fandom to bash him...

Why I like them - Qui-Gon's chief role in my fandom world is to make Obi-Wan suffer. And he's exceptional at it! Obi-Wan is so self-critical and nervous and desperate to please as a kid, and in return Qui-Gon just amplifies those destructive traits until they consume him. The pièce de résistance is when he leaves a just-turned-13 Obi-Wan in the middle of an active war zone on Melida/Daan, doesn't bother to tell anyone, then just lounges about watching other kids train at the Temple and wondering if Bruck Chun would like to be his new Padawan. At 25 Obi-Wan is still a stuttering mess who believes he's nowhere ready for Knighthood. That's all Qui-Gon's work.

Why I don’t - sometimes the suffering is all too real. And his obsession with the super powerful special boys.

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - TPM, of course! The end fight / death scene was so cool, like cool enough to make up for having had to sit relatively quietly through all the rest of TPM.

Favorite season/movie - TPM and Jedi Apprentice.

Favourite line - “You would have died for me,” Qui-Gon said. “Your courage is extraordinary, even for a Jedi. I would be honored to accept you as my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” (Jedi Apprentice: Dark Rival)

What better way to start than by setting the expectation bar as high as 'I didn't give a toss before, but I've reconsidered now you've proven willing to literally die for me.'

Favourite outfit - this was an, er, look:

OTP - Qui-Gon/Tahl. I think they could have been really good for each other if she'd lived and they'd left the Order.

Brotp - Qui-Gon & Jar-Jar.

Head Canon - Even the river stone wasn't unique to Obi-Wan. He's definitely the only poor sod who got it for his 13th birthday, but Qui-Gon totally gave one to Feemor and Xanatos too. Maybe even other promising boys he took a shine to.

Unpopular opinion - that wasn't Qui-Gon at the end of OWK. Obi-Wan's just lost what was left of his mind.

A wish - I wanna know what Xanatos was telling Granta Omega. Why did he hate Obi-Wan so much? Why was he always so convinced Qui-Gon was looking to replace him? There is a lot of very dark fanfic to be written...

"Do you think he’s worried about you?” Omega barked a laugh. “What you don’t know about your Master could fill your precious archives. Kenobi doesn’t have a heart. Beings are just a means to get what he needs to be - the great Jedi in his own mind.”

Anakin suddenly grasped a feeling that had floated in his mind, something he could not put words to. Now it formed into a belief.

"This is personal for you, isn’t it?" he accused Omega. "You hate Obi- Wan."

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - I don't want Qui-Gon to be too redeemed in any given SW thing. I enjoy casting him as the 'villain' too much!

5 words to best describe them - serene, arrogant, aloof, removed, unconventional.

My nickname for them - I don't have one :(

[wingletblackbird]

Hey there! I can’t tell if you’ve already answered this question or not, but what happens to a Padawan whose Master dies or becomes incapacitated? Do they get forced to do the Trials right away, or get re-assigned, or what happens?

I think it depends on context. Obi-Wan was knighted right away because he proved he was ready for knighthood.

If you were orphaned earlier in your apprenticeship, you were reassigned. I don't know about new canon, but in he old EU that would likely be handled by the Council of Reassignment.

Sometimes, a Padawan was reassigned a master immediately. Anakin, for instance, went to Ki-Adi Mundi briefly when they thought Obi-Wan was dead. Feemor went to Qui-Gon after his master died. I personally headcanon, that other members of the same "lineage" would take over if possible, (and if they thought the kid was worth their time.)

Sometimes, this did not happen or was not possible. An example from Yoda: Dark Rendezvous springs to mind. A young girl, "Scout," was chosen to be a Padawan much to everyone's surprise as she was weak in the Force. After her master was killed, they talked about sending her to the Agricultural Corps. However, Yoda made a bargain that if she was able to win in the Tournament, she would be chosen by Jedi Maruk as his Padawan.

So, some of it would depend a great deal on how worthwhile the Jedi Masters thought your continued training was. They would either knight you, reassign you to someone, send you somewhere else, or make you prove yourself to another master.

[anthemofthefates]

a vague overview of the plunny hoard

skywalkers are all feral bastards (this was meant to be canon compliant. in true skywalker form, it did not stay that way.)

pre-prequels clone revolt au

mando harlequin romance novel. kinda.

din+luke time travel au, a plunny adoption

clone medics fic, feat. bathtub bacta

shmi as the virgin mary fic (this one started as a dare)

trans!cody post-war

post-66 obi/sati/cody, and the ghosts of the genocides they survived

shmi, beru, and an exploration of agency

alt.66 au, where the chips don’t work right but they still work

Alderaan, round 3! yay for legal precedent?

feemor and obi-wan bond over abandonment issues, a melida/daan au

obi/sati/cody bakery au (satine is the one with the bakery)

rick astley’s never gonna give you up, but make it mando’a

prohibition era au, from the pov of the 212′s moonshine business’ accountants

mando adoption fic (mostly an excuse for worldbuilding tbh)

xanatos gets eaten by the dark au

fox saves the day with the power of bureaucracy au

foxpatine sugardaddy au. yes, really.

the corrie guard and their jedi au

an obi-taini gets adopted by a mando, an OWK Collective fic

fox meets the obi-akens, an OWK Collective fic

jedi archivist and clone squad shenanigans au

force ghost clones do a time travel and the jedi are very confused

obi/sati/cody time travel au, feat. puberty mark ii in the middle of a civil war: 0/10 stars, would not recommend

mace doesn’t die and leia is his padawan, time travel edition

din djarin as the mandalorian god of death

accidental deity din djarrin

din djarin doesn’t know what the darksaber is but he knows the song of the midnight blade by heart

half-fallen jedi au, w/ feral battlefield healer bant eerin

fae!jedi au (this one’s more like 3 au’s in a trenchcoat tbh)

nobody knows what species the skywalkers are

jedi, and conversations on perseverance/adversity, rising/falling

crèchemasters vs. sith lords: FIGHT!

annual temple hologame tournament, beatsaber edition

telekinesis makes theatre better, feat. jedi shadows

clone wars jedi and really old military textbooks

plo koon is chronically ill, modern au

human!threepio/artoo, modern au

garden witch boba fett

star wars/valdemar crossover, feat. horses loose in the senate

the princess bride but make it star wars

korkie kryze is schrödinger’s kenobi

mando’a vs. gender, crack edition

“praise the lord and pass the ammunition” but make it clone wars

a mando’a translation of March of the Cambreadth

a mando’a translation of Call of the Light Brigade

an adaptation of a local folk song into a spacer hyperroute shanty (ish? idk if it counts as a shanty since its a river song)

who left the teenagers in charge of the troops? aka: what happens when a shiny CC and a padawan commander are the most senior officers

arla fett time travel au

a fic told entirely thru paperwork fox has forged palpatine’s signature on

gardulla the hutt hoards force-sensitive kids as an investment prospect and shmi is in charge of all of them and very stressed

sand is tatooine’s biggest export

kyber crystals are little shits, aka: kyber crystals deserve the opportunity to torment their naughty jedi. as a treat.

the softshells pull a fast one, inspired by that one episode of M.A.S.H.

accidental clone sith, but not fox this time: utter crack edition

5+1 mace windu through the years

the last clone survivor, and a drink to the dead

the fall of the republic, orchestrated by the clones

baze and chirrut and the lost padawan: found family in the midst of an apocalypse

orphaned padawans on the run

leia goes rock-climbing on alderaan

obi-wan and tropey romance

palpatine’s been assassinated and nobody knows what to do next

how do you keep your people’s traditions in a galaxy where no one can know your people even still exist? a hidden jedi order au

a butterfly change from bruck chun’s death onwards

young fulcrum and the birth of the rebellion

nobody knows how palpatine died... except for [---]

clone emancipation, social media edition

not included in this list are: 1) everything from the UG!au, 2) the fics listed in my pinned post as currently being actively worked on, and 3) the separate hoard of plunnies that belongs to the Stùjàni Conlang Collective, which at last count was up to 43. (i might have been one of the ones producing those plunnies but i’m only laying claim here to the one i’ve already started writing)

[newswcanonprompts]

the skywalker family tree

so, we were all saying that the empire chain of command is just... so, so messy and weird and doesn’t work (because palps never had a plan for if he or vader got killed). convo spiraled. eventually we said that the only reason the empire survived for so long was sheer dumb luck, and that the skywalkers were all dotted across the galaxy and not banded together (yet).

we ended up making a skywalker family tree. there’s 30 of them, which is why the galaxy is such a mess. now, without further ado...

THE SKYWALKER FAMILY, DURING THE TIME OF THE EMPIRE/OT (most of them honorary)

1) Luke- sunshine son living on a farm, not knowing where or who the rest of his family is, doesn’t know what it means to be a skywalker™

2) Anakin- lost most of his limbs in a fire and is now in a medical nightmare, has become a cyborg murder bot

3) Leia- angry rebel princess who also doesn’t know she’s a skywalker™

4) Obi-Wan- sad desert hermit who wants his family back, watching over sunshine son

5) Rex- former captain surviving on a deserted planet with two of his identical brothers

6) Ahsoka- little sister of cyborg being a badass rebel spy

7) Cody- marshal commander who BETTER be okay, but we still don’t really know

8) R2- badass droid working with the rebellion but can’t do much since he’s a DROID

9) 3PO- memory wiped and is literally a protocol droid, can’t really do shit (but means well!)

10) Han- a smuggler who isn’t a skywalker yet but will be soon (def not prepared to marry into this disaster of a family)

11) Shmi- dead grandma/OG family member who’s not a force ghost

12) Padme- dead wife / queen who’s also not a force ghost

13) the Force- the actual Force itself who is not very good at parenting, helicopter parent and deadbeat dad (there is no in-between, it is a good parent but also a shitty one)

14) Qui-Gon- sad desert hermit’s weed dad who bowed out of this bullshit a long time ago, him and his ponytail are chilling in the cosmic force or something, watching his foundling (the cyborg) fuck up the galaxy

15) Feemor- weed dad’s other child who is the only sane member of this family, he’s hiding out on some backwater planet trying to get away from his insane family members (he really shouldn’t take vacations, he left these idiots alone for ten minutes and the galaxy went to shit) 

16) Hondo- chaotic pirate lord who’s *technically* not a part of the fam but is anyway, they adopted him (more like he adopted himself into it, but they still call him one of their own)

17) Ventress- edgy former sith assassin who’s other family got killed so now she’s saddled with these weirdos

18) Satine- former duchess of mandalore who is now dead and not a force ghost (but when she was alive, she was the wine aunt)

19) Maul- other former sith assassin who wants to beat the sad desert hermit, just once, please, let him win something 

20 & 21) Owen and Beru- Tired Desert Aunt and Uncle who just want the best for everyone but Jabba (have kept a skywalker off his bullshit for 19 years, which is much longer than desert hermit’s record of 2 hours- it was so short because the hermit is just as bad as the rest of the family)

22 & 23) Bail and Breha- tired royal parents who are trying to politician the skywalker out of the angry rebel princess (spoiler alert, it doesn’t work)

24) Yoda- troll great grandpa who went kinda crazy and now lives in a swamp and is  waiting for farmboy sunshine son to come so he can get some training as a magical wizard knight

25) Dooku- tired dead royal grandpa who is looking down on his family like “seriously” and has many ghost conversations with his crazy troll dad on the swamp planet

26) Chewbacca- the massive walking carpet that has the most braincells out of anyone, smuggler’s best friend 

27) Xanatos- the weird neighborhood kid who lights your garbage can on fire during family dinners

28) Quinlan- desert hermit’s chaotic brother, has zero braincells and is sounds stoned all the time, is good at tracking people and nothing else

29) Aayla- dead daughter of chaotic stoner, surprisingly graceful and composed but also mischievous, cousin of murder bot (fell in love with former captain’s brother, blyla is real y’all)

30) Jocasta- dead librarian wife of tired dead royal grandpa, is still mad at him for messing up her archives that one time

[animemangasoul]

You Are Wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summery: Qui-Gon lives and Mace gets a new Padawan.

[In which Qui-Gon repudiates Obi-Wan and Mace isn't about to let the kid leave the order without a fight.]

Chapter: 3/10

No one gossiped quite like the Jedi. A miniature change, a Knighting, a death, a Trial gone wrong. All of it spread like wildfire and within a blink of an eye, the words were across the Temple, twisting the realities behind said words and painting the walls with new and highly unlikely truths. Breathing in the swirling masses of twittering gossip was just part of every day life of the Coruscanty Jedi.

Qui-Gon of course knew how much Jedi liked to gossip. Knew very well how vicious rumours could get; even if it was never done out of malice, just too much curiosity and the indulging need to share things. He knew, and yet…..

"I heard Kenobi tried to leave the Order again."

"I heard he touched the darkside."

Qui-Gon came to a stuttering halt. Head tilted just so, chin high and gaze fixed on a far away spot as he tried and failed to tune out the Naboo crises that had for the last couple of weeks become the hot topic of the Temple. Why was the refectory three floors too far from his quarters? Was it always like this or was every step suddenly too heavy, too slow, now that Qui-Gon desperately needed to get away.

"He's lucky the council hasn't kicked him out," filtered through to him. Spoken too loud for him to be able to ignore and….

Something foreign, something cruel crawled it's way up his throat. Each whisper of curiosity making him burn. Burn as if the force itself was being ripped from his soul.

Fingers clenching around each tray, one filled with all assortments of dishes; little Ani was all too wide-eyed and adventures with his need to try all types of food now that he realized it wouldn't be withheld from him, and the other with nothing more than the bare essentials.

They shook; both trays vibrating with the unsteadiness of his hands.

"Master Qui-Gon had to stop him from turning into a Sith. At least that's what people are saying."

"Did you know he isn't even a Padawan anymore?"

"Really? I mean, I know Master Qui-Gon has a new Padawan but I thought they'd Knighted Kenobi. Didn't he kill a Sith?!"

'Yes!--' he wanted to scream. A strangled sort of cry dying in his throat as he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other.

'Ignore them. They don't know. They don't understand. Ignore them,' he told himself. But how could he, when all he wanted to do was scream at them. Frayed edges and all. Scream the bloody and raw truth for the entire Temple to hear.

His boy had killed a Sith. Had defended him. Had protected him. His Obi-Wan was a SithKiller. He was an exceptional Padawan. Brilliant and radiant and so so kind. He wasn't….. He wasn't what they thought. With their soft whispers behind lifted hands and flittering glances.

They didn't know the truth.

They could never fully understand the truth.

What did they know….. What did they know.

"Master Qui-Gon most have seen something wrong with him."

He kept walking. Snippet of unwanted conversation filtering through despite his best effort to ignore them.

"My friend told me no Master want to take him."

"But Padaw--- Kenobi is so nice! Why would he-----"

And on and on it went. Anywhere and everywhere in the Temple. Rumours about Obi-Wan and his supposed disgrace kept circulating like month to flame. Padawans, younglings, even Knights scurrying away the second they noticed him walking by, mouths clamming shut and shame clouding their eyes for letting their fantasy run away with them.

Qui-Gon wanted to snap. Shout at the top of his lungs that none of their ridiculous rumours were true. That they were so far of base they might as well be striding across space. That his boy was good. He was kind and gentle, and the truest of Jedi there was. That he saved his life. That he scared him as Qui-Gon's last fading moments were filled with sheer and utter terror that he'd wake up to a dead Padawan that had given too much of himself to save his dying Master's life.

Obi-Wan was good. So good. So how dared they defame him like this. Slate his name…….

He wanted to set them straight. Wanted it so badly it burned. But he couldn't. He wouldn't.

To protect Ani, he couldn't.

Anakin was feeling out of place as it was. Scared and lonely, missing his mom terribly. If people around the Temple realized the truth, that Qui-Gon had let go of his Padawan of ten years to take a kid that was too old….. It would put Ani in a difficult position. And the poor child was already dealing with so much. Missing his mother, learning all these foreign cultural norms, adapting and even worrying about Obi-Wan on top of it all. Qui-Gon couldn't in good consciousness clear up the rumours while also protecting Ani from them.

In the end it was a matter of who needed him more, and right now, that was the Chosen One.

So he clammed his mouth shut, gritted his teeth, pulled the trays closer to his chest and kept walking. Blocking out every curious, hurtful word, and let his emotions fade into the force.

Repudiating Obi-Wan hadn't done his young Padaw-- former Pawadan any good. Especially with the boy's spotty reputation as it was, but Qui-Gon was sure as soon as Obi-Wan got a new Master this would all die down. He just needed to hold on a bit longer. Besides, his former Padawan had been in the Halls these past couple of weeks; and oh, if his heart didn't give a painful tug at the thought, so none of it would have reached him. The Temple gossip wouldn't last much longer.

And maybe when Obi-Wan got a new Master, when the rumours died out, Anakin too wouldn't have to be kept away from the Temple life any longer. Maybe then Qui-Gon wouldn't have to keep little Ani secluded; shielding him from curious eyes and less than flattering opinions of Obi-Wan. Besides few friends the kid had made, Anakin didn't go out much, not even to classes. Qui-Gon having decided it was for the best he homeschooled him for now.

It was for the best.

The gossip wouldn't last forever.

Even if Qui-Gon didn't like it. Even if he wanted to put a stop to it. Even if after killing a Sith and saving his life people were likening Obi-Wan to Xanatos. Even if…….

It was for the best. At least for now.

So Qui-Gon kept walking. Kept his head down and wondered how his boy was doing. How he was healing. If Master Che was taking care of him. If he was smiling or laughing. If he was worried, if he was thinking about him. If, if, if.

"Greeting, Master Jinn."

He didn't startle, but it was close. Qui-Gon blinked slowly, re-entering himself.  "Knight Vos," he said pleasantly. "Back from your mission I see?"

Shadows didn't talk about their missions, even newly assigned Shadows like Vos, so Qui-Gon wasn't surprised when the young man's only response to his question was a careless shrug. "Dinner?" he asked instead, nodding at the trays Qui-Gon was balancing in his hands, one eyebrow arched.

"Yes. Ani is just about done with his homework so I offered to grab us a bite."

Something crackled around them, the force nearly suffocating with emotions Qui-Gon couldn't quite decipher before it vanished just as quick. Vos, for it most have been Vos, clamming down on his emotions as fast as he had let them slip. The Kiffar's shoulders were tense, a tiny grove appearing between his eyebrows darkening his expression. Suddenly Qui-Gon felt as if whatever little regard the Shadow might have had of him, had evaporated.

It felt like he'd failed a test he hadn't even been aware of taking.

"Is that so? How nice." The last word was practically spat at him. "Good to see that you have moved on from the Naboo incident. Content with your new perfect life are you now, Master Jinn?" If looks alone could kill.

Qui-Gon frowned. "We are all making due with the hand we were dealt, Knight Vos. But I can assure you Naboo haunts us all. However as Jedi, we cannot let our emotions get the best of us."

Quinlan stiffened. "Have you even gone to see him? Do you even--" Clenching his fists, Vos's glare was almost too much. "He isn't dead you know. There's no need to act like he is."

And that. No. That was one step too far.

"Knight--" he hissed, trays perfectly still even as his heart shook and his breath hitched. "Know your place."

"My apologies," Quinlan muttered, eyes flashing as he bowed, deep enough to be respectful, shallow enough to put his point across. "I did not mean to overstep."

Giving him a stiff nod in return, Qui-Gon tried not to think of his own hurt, his own anger, of Obi-Wan. "See that you don't."

The Kiffar nodded back, sidestepping to walk past him. Air too tense to continue any meaningful conversation. Qui-Gon listened as the newly Knighted Jedi's presence drew further and further away from him, but just as he was about to make his way back to his quarters; the clawing desperation scrapping against his throat boxed away for another day, Vos spoke up again. His voice distant, but in these empty halls, all the more potent.

"Some Padawan's thrive because of their Master's guidance," came his words, cutting across the distance between them as if he was right next to him, whispering into his ear. "Others thrive despite of it. I pray for Skywalker's sake he follows Obi-Wan's path of the latter."

And, oh….. That was….. That hit harder than Qui-Gon expected it to.

It's as if Vos was suffocating him. As if he'd reached across the hall and squeezed his heart in an unrelenting grip of death.

Years of mastering his emotions is all that prevents Qui-Gon from stumbling back. Quinlan without realizing it having dug up a pain so profound it's scars were still screaming with agony under the shell that was Qui-Gon Jinn. Feemor, Xanatos, now Obi-Wan. He doesn't even notice Quinlan's footsteps fading away, no. All he can focus on is his shortened breath, his pounding heart and the shake. He's shaking. Because……… he'd somehow managed to fail Obi-Wan like he'd failed everyone else and……

He can't breathe.

He can't.

And it's only what feels like hours later that he comes to. Curled at the farthest corner of force knows where. Food nowhere in sight, knees pulled against his chest as he tries to just breathe.

Quinlan Vos's words shouldn't have gotten to him but they had and Qui-Gon hated himself for it. Because….. Because, what did Vos know. What did he know about his struggles. What did he know about the sacrifices Qui-Gon had made. This was the Will of The Force. Why did no one understand that! This wasn't about him or Obi-Wan. This wasn't about the council or hurt feelings. This was about the Chosen One and how he needed training. The force had willed it so, so why was everyone trying to stop him?!

He hadn't failed Obi-Wan.

He hadn't.

Not really.

Obi-Wan was the man he was today because Qui-Gon had done right by him even as he was still recovering from Xanatos. Even with all the scars Xanatos had carved into his heart, he'd let Obi-Wan in, raised that boy like he was his own. And Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan had repaid his devotion by being the light in his otherwise darkened soul. Obi-Wan had saved him. Loved him, respected him and…..

Did they honestly think he would abandon his boy if the force wasn't guiding him?

This wasn't his fault. This was the council's fault. They had forced his hand. Made him choose. If they'd only Knighted Obi-Wan like they were supposed to none of this would have happened. They had changed and twisted tradition before, so why not now?

Qui-Gon knew why.

It was to spite him. They didn't like that he wasn't bending to their every whim and they took it out on his Padawan.

This wasn't his fault. It was the council and their incessant need to punish him for not being a puppet like everyone else.

Now Obi-Wan was Masterless and Qui-Gon couldn't fix it. Couldn't take back what was done. 'And you wouldn't,' his consciousness whispered traitorously. 'Training the Chosen One is more important. Obi-Wan isn't more important than bringing balance to the force.'

And Qui-Gon knew he wasn't and that's why he'd let him go.

It was for the best.

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"If you really wanna visit Mr. Obi-Wan, you should!" Anakin chirped, stuffing his face with another spoon full of stew; having finally let go of being cross with Qui-Gon for the late dinner. The old Master having gone back to the refectory; after his unexpected breakdown to get them two new plates of food while still not quite knowing what happened to the previous ones.

"Is that so," he muttered, slowly sipping at his tea. "And don't talk with food in your mouth, Ani."

"Sowwy."

Qui-Gon glared and Anakin flushed. Chewing and swallowing quickly, the kid muttered a soft apology under his breath making Qui-Gon smile in satisfaction. "It's ok. Just don't forget it next time."

Nodding and looking a little less enthusiastic now, Anakin fidgeted in his seat. "So are you?"

"Am I what?" He knew he was being difficult and by the tiny frown on Ani's face, the kid knew it too.

"Visit Mr. Obi-Wan," Anakin huffed, crossing his arms. "He's awake you know and he's super good at talking without falling asleep in the middle of it now, and he has all this candy and gifts that he shared with me and maybe he'll share it with you too and he's really nice and he misses you and why don't you go visit?!" The last words were practically shouted at him. Anakin having stood up in the middle of his rant to slam his hands on the table.

"I can't," Qui-Gon said, voice sharp even as he tried to temper down his emotions. "Master Che won't let me."

The surprised little "Oh," Anakin let out, eyes wide and mouth slightly gaped open in disbelief made a flush of jealousy course through Qui-Gon's veins. Because-- "But she lets me visit all the time!"

How was that fair?

The fact that Ani could visit his boy when he was denied. The fact that Vokara didn't think the kid that upended Obi-Wan's life would give him stress but he, Obi-Wan's Master. The man who raised him through his adolescent, somehow would. How everyone from his friends to the council members to even Anakin could visit his Padawan, but all Qui-Gon could do was brush his mind against his son and drink in his presence from afar.

How was any of that fair?

It burned. It curled around his throat and burned. Anakin had just arrived. He hadn't even been here for a full cycle and yet he knew the state Obi-Wan was in better than him. Could eat his breakfast, finish his school work and bounce of to the Halls to go see the one person Qui-Gon wanted to see above all else.

Oh it burned.

Anakin didn't know what he'd taken from him. What the Will of The Force had taken from him….

And just as soon as the jealousy flared up, it died down. Overwhelmed by a sense of shame and embarrassment that Qui-Gon had even let himself entertain such destructive and baseless emotions. This had nothing to do with Anakin. The kid hadn't made his choices for him. Ani was innocent in all of this. How could he even blame him?

"Maybe…. Maybe you can ask again? I'm sure Master Che will let you see him if you ask super nicely?" The lilt of uncertainty in Anakin's side of their bond, pulled the Master back out of his own head. Eyes landing on the small boy sitting across from him; dinner long since abandoned and if that didn't make Qui-Gon feel even worse. Anakin ate with vigor because he still couldn't comprehend that the food would still be there afterwards, and now Qui-Gon had worried him enough to abandon it in hopes of appeasing him.

Sighing deeply, Qui-Gon shook his head. "I'm sure she will Ani." Smiling gently at the poor boy, he was rewarded with a wobbly one in return. "Let's finish eating shall we?" Lifting his fork he clinked it playfully against Anakin's own, which made the kid's uncertain smile bloom into something more real, and that was enough for now. If this was all Qui-Gon could do at the moment, make a little boy smile, that was enough for him.

Especially since he knew deep down; despite the irrational feelings that suffocated him sometimes, that none of this was Anakin's fault. This was all new and scary to the kid as well. He didn't need Qui-Gon's issues on top of his own.

Besides, he mused tiredly, taking a bite out of the Tufkus cake Obi-Wan loved so much. This was his own cowardly fault in the first place.

He was the one who'd broken Obi-Wan's trust. He had been the one to run out of the kid's hospital room after unbraiding his hair because he was too afraid to look him in the eye and tell him what he'd done. Selfishly he'd still wanted Obi-Wan to look at him as if he'd hung the moon, so he couldn't, he wouldn't…….

It had been so much easier to do it while his boy was unconscious. To run his fingers through his hair one last time, file away every little detail of his peaceful face to memory. To never forget. To never let go. Even as his fingers fumbled to untie the braid. The moments, the days, the history.

It had been so incredibly hard.

Putting it all away. Cutting their bond.

And now there was a brown wooden box under his bed were familiar beads and bands once tied to Obi-Wan's bbraid, lay collecting dust.

Yes, it had been…. Hard. But duty rose above all else, and Qui-Gon knew with time, Obi-Wan would come to accept it too.

Still, not all hope was lost. Because no matter how many times Master Yoda had told him to stay out of it, Qui-Gon was going to fix this. He had a last ditch plan if all else failed. There was no way, force wills it, he was going to let his kid be sent away again. Not under his watch.

He'd been keeping an eye on Mace and Yoda's efforts and it was safe to say it wasn't going well. Which wasn't a surprise seeing as Obi-Wan's records were well, not exactly perfect. Leaving the Order left a stain on someone's legacy and while Qui-Gon had already forgiven him for that transgression, not many would be able to do the same.

No, it was definitely not going well. Master Yoda all but admitting it to him when he'd checked in with him for the fifteenth time; Mace unwilling to look at him let alone talk to him after that fated council meeting.

"Looking we are. Little success we are being met with. Have heart you most. Abandon Obi-Wan we will not."

'Unlike you,' had floated between them, unsaid.

But it was Yoda's parting words that had stayed with Qui-Gon. Lingering in his head, days after the wise old Jedi had looked at him with such sadness and regret.

"Hurting, you are. But band-aid to your pain Obi-Wan is not. Band-aid to your pain Obi-Wan should have never been. My mistake it was, assigning him to you."

My mistake. Assigning him to you.

Mistake. Assigning him. Assigning Obi-Wan, to him.

Yoda regretted creating their partnership and Qui-Gon didn't know how to process the absolute devastation and anger that ignited within him.

There was nothing wrong with his partnership with Obi-Wan. Sure they'd had their ups and downs, but the good times far outweighed the bad and for Yoda to say something like that, to hold such conviction in his voice as he said it……

No. Neither Master Yoda or Master Windu knew what was best for Obi-Wan. They wouldn't find him a Master to take him in. They wouldn't succeed, and in the end, his boy would once again end up on a train taking him far away from home.

Qui-Gon would be damned if he let that happen.

In fact, he had the perfect plan to prevent it all and keep his Padawans with him.

"Master Qui-Gon sir?"

"Yes?" he said, momentarily putting a pause on his running thoughts. "You finished your dinner, Ani?"

Nodding eagerly, Anakin pushed his empty plates away and jumped off the chair. "Can I go now?"

Shaking his head a fond smile playing at the corner of his lips, Qui-Gon stood up too, collecting their plates. "Have you finished your reading?"

Anakin moved restlessly. "I wanted to do it tomorrow? But-" he said, giving him a pleading look. "I did all of my other work. I promise! Can I please go?"

Frowning thoughtfully, Qui-Gon made his way into the kitchen, well aware of the hasting footsteps hurrying after him. "Why leave it for tomorrow?"

"Um," looking over his shoulders he watched as Ani twiddled his thumbs.

"Um, what?"

"Well," the kid smiled, uncertainty practically flooding the force. "Obi-Wan said he'd help me with the reading and it's really late right now and Master Che said I couldn't visit when it's late so I can't go and ask him for help. So….. Tomorrow?"

Something lodged itself in Qui-Gon's throat and for a second, it was almost too hard to breathe again. "That's…. Nice," he managed to force out. Not daring to look at the little boy who practically gave him everything while taking away all that mattered to him. "Where are you planning to go?"

"Aayla said she'd show me the hangers and I promised to meet here after dinner! Please?"

Aayla Secura. Quinlan Vos's Padawan. Gritting his teeth, Qui-Gon released his bitterness into the force. Apparently nothing was going his way today.

"So can I go?"

He sighed. "Yes. But--" he called out as Anakin let out a little yeep and darted to the door. "Be home at a reasonable hour this time."

"I will!"

Qui-Gon scoffed. He doubted it.

But Anakin was very independent, not like Obi-Wan. And he didn't want to hamper that independency, especially since the kid was destined to save the world. And with the kid having to stay home and study alone for majority of the day, Qui-Gon didn't think refusing him his nightly outings was fair. So he wished the Chosen One goodbye and settled down for an hour of meditation.

He felt far too restless for mediation these days, but it was only through centering himself that he found that he could get close to Obi-Wan's force signature. And loathe as he was to admit this level of attachment, he did not feel ashamed enough to stop. Being near his boy. To quietly hover around that bright, warm presence. It eased something deep and painful within Qui-Gon.

And it strengthened his determination to carry out his plan all the more.

Dooku, he thought, kneeling. Eyes closed and mind wandering despite his almost desperate need to find that serenity so he could seek out Obi-Wan's presence within the force. Master Yan would arrive back at the Coruscant within a week, and as soon as he got back, Qui-Gon would corner him and somehow convince him to finish Obi-Wan's training.

He didn't get along with his former Master and frankly Qui-Gon was all too willing to carry on with their current norm of never speaking to each other outside of polite greetings, but right now, Dooku was his only option. The right option. After all, Master Yan had shown keen interest in Obi-Wan's education in the child's earlier years; thankfully Qui-Gon had managed to keep his Master away from his very impressionable student, but now he might be his very last triumph card. And Obi-Wan was twenty-three now, he wouldn't be so easily corruptible by Master Yan's distinct interest in Sith history. Besides, Qui-Gon knew how distant the older man was. He could probably convince him to take Obi-Wan as a Padawan and then leave him here, with him. That way Qui-Gon could keep both his Padawans, train them and no one would be sent away.

It was the perfect plan. The perfect idea. And with his former Master being much kinder now that Qui-Gon had barely escaped with his life against a Sith, he was sure it would all work out like it should.

He was sure of it.

Letting himself sink even deeper into the force, he filtered out all the pulsating force signatures around him. Drowning them all out as he sought out the one candle light that was as familiar to him as his own and there. He smiled.

Obi-Wan.

Warm like a crackling campfire in the middle of freezing winter. Comforting like a hug given by a tiny thirteen year old who'd seen too much of the world far too quickly and yet managed to retain his innocence.

His Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon wasn't going to let him down again. Not this time.

Slowly drawing himself back away from his boy, he breathed in and opened his eyes. The loss of the blazing presence that was his former Padawan making his chest ache, but he knew he couldn't linger, less the kid noticed him.

It didn't matter either way. Because it was only matter of time before he would be reunited with him.

Standing up, he brushed imaginary dust of his robes; faintly hearing the echoes of Obi-Wan's laughter at his old man habit.

Today was the day the auburn haired youth would leave the Halls. It should have been yesterday, but according to one of the Padawan's in rotation that he'd coaxed the information out of, a small complication had delayed Obi-Wan's release.

Since no Master had claimed him yet, Obi-Wan Kenobi would be assigned to the Initiate dorms again, and Qui-Gon was not willing to let that happen.

He would go pick him up and surprise him with the good news that he could stay with them. Him and little Ani until they found him a Master; Yan Dooku if Qui-Gon had anything to say about it. And he was sure his boy would be so relieved to know that Qui-Gon still had his back. Maybe that could be their first step in mending what had been broken? Especially since Anakin and he seemed to already get along splendidly.

Of course it might be mildly embarrassing for Obi-Wan for a bit; sharing quarters with the boy who'd replaced him, but he would settle down eventually. Qui-Gon was sure of it. His boy was nothing if not adaptable. And after he heard the effort Qui-Gon had put into keeping them together, he would forgive him. He had to.

If he didn't, Qui-Gon wasn't quite sure what he would do with himself.

Making his way through the living room; ready to grab his boots to go, he stumbled over a box by the sofa and nearly fell. His quick reflexes the only thing keeping him standing.

Frowning down at the scattered boxes of Obi-Wan's things that he'd packed away weeks ago, so Anakin could have more space for his own stuff, Qui-Gon sighed. They'd have to find somewhere new to place them. Maybe Obi-Wan could take his room, since Ani had already moved into the older boy's? And Qui-Gon could take the sofa, just for now. Just until he applied for bigger quarters. Nodding to himself resolutely, he sidestepped the rest. But just as he arrived at the door, there was a knock. Followed by three more rapid bangs.

"Hold on," he called out, reaching for the panel and as the door slide open he came face to face with Muln. Garen Muln. Another of Obi-Wan's delightful friends. And by the sour look on the kid's face, just as delightfully furious with him.

"Knight Muln," he greeted softly followed by a bow.

Garen grinned, all teeth and stormy eyes. "Master Qui-Gon," he said cheerfully, bowing back. "I'm here to pick up Obi's things."

Qui-Gon stiffened, folding his hands under the sleeves of his robe. "Ah, he's being released today," he said. Neither making it a question nor a statement.

The shaggy haired man nodded enthusiastically, his force presence practically swallowing them both up with a sense of coldness that sent chills down Qui-Gon's spine.

"Yeah," he answered, jaw twitching. "He's finally leaving the Halls and I was sent to get his things." Nodding his head at the boxes strewn around the floor behind him. "So if you could just get them for me--" clapping his hands, Muln smiled; his eyes were cold. "That would be wonderful."

Clearing his throat, Qui-Gon gave the clearly resentful Knight a tight smile. "There is no need to take Obi-Wan's things--" He ignored how Muln flinched as the name left his mouth. "To the Initiate dorms. They can stay here until he gets a Master."

Now. Now Muln's eyes were sparkling. There was a sense of vicious glee swirling around them in the force and it made Qui-Gon tense. What was going on?

"Oh you don't understand," Garen smiled back at him and this time, his smile did reach his eyes. But it looked foreign on the face of the otherwise furious man. "I'm not here to take Obi's things to the Initiate dorms." Here he paused, his force signature practically dancing. "He already has a Master and said Master asked me to bring his things. So you see--" a giant grin. "Nothing for you to concern yourself with."

"What?"

"You heard me. Master Jinn." The last two words were dragged out, Garen's lips widening even further into an almost sadistic smile. "His Master sent me to get his things."

But Qui-Gon couldn't quite comprehend it. He couldn't……

A Master? Already?

When, how, why?

"Who?" Was what came out. The burning question that mattered the most…… who?

Garen Muln slid in past him and chuckled. "Believe it or not," he said, voice practically a giggle and tone conversational. He was enjoying this. "Master Windu."

Wi…..

"Mace?"

Qui-Gon could barely keep a lid on his shock. Because…. Mace? Why would he take Obi-Wan.

'Why would he take Obi-Wan away from me?'

The young Knight shrugged. "Yeah. He asked him yesterday and Obi agreed." Lifting his hands he concentrated and before long all the boxes were floating; Qui-Gon couldn't even muster the necessary disapproval to scold him for the improper use of the force.

"Obi-Wan….. Agreed?"

Floating the last mementos of his Padawan past him, Muln smirked. "Yup. The Master of the Order. Isn't that crazy."

It……

Mace…… Mace had taken his Padawan.

But it wasn't supposed to be Mace. It was supposed to be Yan.

Yan Dooku was supposed to take on Obi-Wan and then give him back. So they could all stay together. Here. Like they were supposed to. Not….. Not Mace.

"Now Obi doesn't have to leave, you get to keep your prized Chosen One, Master Jinn. And all will be sunshine and rainbows." Practically skipping out the door, Garen Muln gave him a wink. "All as the force wills it, right?" And with that he was gone. Leaving Qui-Gon in a stupor he couldn't shake. Not even hours later when Anakin snuck his way in, letting out a yelp when he found his Master sitting listless by the door. The poor kid nearly stumbling over him.

"Master, what's wrong!"

'Nothing,' he wanted to say. 'Obi-Wan found himself a Master. Isn't that great!'

But he couldn't. The thought alone made him want to rip his hair out. Because deep down he'd assumed there would be no capable Masters willing to take Obi-Wan, not with his spotty record. And those who might have been willing to see past it, would have already had Padawans or were far too young to train a Padawan as old as Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon had; loathe as he was to admit it, almost counted on it. Subconsciously relieved each and every time he'd heard of another rejection. Even as he felt great sadness for his former Padawan. But he'd known Master Dooku was coming. His Master was coming back to fix everything, help him restore what had been broken. Qui-Gon had been so close to getting his family back. And now it was gone. It was all gone, thanks to Mace Windu.

Mace had stolen his Padawan from him.

"Master, Master! What's wrong?!"

Nothing, nothing at all.

The End

Never have I ever found a character as hard to write as Qui-Gon Jinn. I literally ended up putting on robes, letting my hair down and pretending to be him for a full 24 hours to get his stupid character down. Hopefully he came out ok. I didn't want to make him a 100% bad person but I also knew he wasn't a great person either, so he had to land somewhere in the middle. In character, yet an asshole. So in the end, I have summarized Qui-Gon like this [Everything is about him. Even though he loves Obi-Wan it's about Qui-Gon. His pain, what he needs, his jealousy, trying to keep both Padawan instead of finding any other solution blah blah blah].

He isn't a bad person. He's just a really shitty Mentor. Like imagine telling Obi-Wan he will stay with them, while being an absent mentor's padawan just so Qui-Gon can continue playing at being a dad...... this man needs serious help. And I actually feel kind of bad for him because he does love Obi-Wan. He's just not good at anything else besides that first step. (Sorta reminds me of Bruce Wayne actually lol)--- sorry for the super late update guys! Please enjoy!!!

Qui-Gon: You can stay with us!

Obi-Wan [......]: You gave my room away. You disowned me and you never even looked me in the eye when you did it.

Qui-Gon: Semantics.

Chapter: 1,  2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

[mageofcole]

Oh bless I love omg also imagine down the line when Boba falls absolutely head over heels for Din, he goes to Cody, bc I imagine he wouldn't really trust telling Jango, and is all "I'm in trouble, I'm in REALLY BIG trouble" and Cody, thinking the worst is all "oh no who did u KILL" and Boba is all "I WISH... I... I think I'm in love with Din? And like I... I wanna be better for him and his stupid cute kid" but he's obvs very scared bc he's probs never really been this in love before? And says something along the lines of "look where being in love got Rex, look where it got BUIR" oh god help this poor boi... Also I'm sorry I just have big™ Boba feels

It’s Wooley who answers the door when Boba knocks. The ten year old stares up at him, expression bright with pleasant surprise that he definitely picked up from his Da, and his hands flap in an excited greeting.

“Hey kid.” He says, fingers weaving his words with just as much clarity as his lips do, “Is your Buir in?” Wooley nods, gesturing him in, and Boba follows without a word, knowing that his nephew is trusting him with his back and isn’t currently wearing his hearing aids in the safety of his home. To make noise that the boy couldn’t hear or couldn’t see would be an insult, and while Boba is willing to insult a lot of people, he won’t insult the kids.

It’s a friday night, so in the grand scheme of things it’s not overly surprising that his oldest brother would be home, but there was always the chance that he could get held up in the office with a client, so he could never be sure. When he follows Wooley into the house, he’s quick to notice Ahsoka perched at the island, homework spread out around her, holding a pencil between her teeth, and Cody leans against the opposite side, looking at home in the kitchen, and it reminds Boba of all the times his oldest brother had been teasingly told that his true calling would always be that of a househusband. By the smell of food cooking, Cody had evidentially been making dinner, and it looks like he had moved to give his daughter a few homework pointers. He doesn’t see Obi-Wan or Anakin, and he knows that Feemor is out with Buir, doing whatever it is that those two do together, and honestly Boba doesn't want to know - he’d been scared enough by his father’s sex life as he’d grown up with more and more brothers suddenly being introduced into his life.

“Boba!” Cody greets, smiling in the way that betrays his delighted shock, and there’s grey at his temples now that hadn’t been there the last time he had seen him a few months ago. “When did you get back into town?”

Boba shrugs, “This morning.”

Cody’s eyes sparkle mischievously, “Is there a body I need to help you hide?”

“Not this time.”

“You should have called ahead.” His brother scolds playfully, straightening, and Boba smiles sheepishly.

He had been a little distracted, to be honest. Distracted by warm eyes and kind hands that touched with such gentleness that sometimes Boba wanted to cry; Manda, he doesn’t know what he had done to deserve to have Din in his life. The man is too good, too perfect for Boba to ruin, but he can’t pull himself away. At first, it had been because Din had needed him that he had stayed, had needed the help, but now he finds it’s too hard to leave him.

He really had gone and fallen in love with Din, hadn’t he?

“Cody.” Boba starts, shoring up his courage, and his brother’s eyes sharpen, “I need some advice.”