#jinn and juice

[obikin-obsessor]

Not Obikin but I will be ranting about these force forsaken books

I just finished book three of Jedi Apprentice and um...I think I genuinely dislike Qui-Gon right now? First of all in the past two books he has denied Obi-Wan becoming his padawan despite the fact that he even STATES that normally a force bond only happens between two close friends or a MASTER AND PADAWAN PAIR. Despite the fact that Obi-Wan wasn't his padawan at this point and Mr. "Follows the will of the Force" Doesn't think to question this??? To ask himself about if the Force itself wants them together? No, he's busy sulking in his own years old sadness of his past padawan turning to the darkside. My boy Obi does everything he can to TRY and be useful to Qui-Gon, to show that he would make a good padawan yet every single time, Qui-Gon brushes his efforts aside until we're made to believe Obi-Wan has moved past this, he doesn't btw. He gets brought to the agri corp, finds something he thinks Qui-Gon should know about, gets brushed off again, even though we find out later that the boxes and crates in the agri corp don't belong to them THEY BELONG TO QUI-GON'S EVIL EX PADAWAN. He then gets kidnapped and has a SLAVE COLLAR put on him, where if he gets outside of a certain radius HE WILL EXPLODE. He tries to be useful and find a way out despite this and gets captured and THROWN OFF OF A BUILDING TO DROWN TO DEATH. And it's stated that he has accepted the fact he will die, even though he is only like twelve, bordering thirteen at this point. He gets saved though, not by Qui-Gon, by some other person who ratted him out in the first place. Sure Qui-Gon then arrives and deactivates the collar but poor Obi has suicide on the brain clearly because after the big confrontation they're left in a place that will explode and kill them and everyone else so what does Obi do? He's like "Hey I can reactivate my collar and it'll go off and bring the door down! Then you'll be able to save everyone!" Like damn, he is thirteen and is already completely willing to just die if it means saving everyone else, no sense of self preservation there. It's only after all of that when Qui-Gon asks him to be his padawan and Obi agrees, should be happy sailing from here right? NOPE! (Book 5 has a whole ao3 tag for God's sake and it's hard NOT to know what's gonna happen there) When someone turns thirteen or their species equivalent and is officially someone's padawan. Their Master gives them a gift, one that usually Master's put a lot of thought and care into picking out the perfect thing to give them, and mind you Jedi aren't usually allowed personal possessions yet this is an exception. Some padawans get cloaks to keep them warm, or something to heal them should they be injured. Obi? He gets a rock. A FREAKING ROCK. And he's SO disappointed and I can't even blame him, for all he or maybe even Qui-Gon knows, it's just a normal ass rock.

Said rock ends up being force sensitive and saving him from having his memories taken away but he didn't know that and Qui-Gon sure as hell didn't tell him, even remarks at the end that he thought it was just a normal rock and Obi can't tell if he's being serious or not. Would it kill Qui-Gon to be a bit more open and honest with Obi? Because we know from his POV he does actually care about him to a degree, worrying over him and even mourning his loss when he thinks Obi's memories are gone) But does he tell Obi? NO! And I loathe it so much because I didn't really mention it here but Obi also has REALLY bad anxiety, he's never calm it seems like and again, he has suicidal ideation in the beginning and I don't know if that's fully gone yet. Thank you for hearing me rant, I will probably continue doing so the more of these books I read, thank you Jude Watson.

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

The Orange Peel Test with him . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would respond to the orange peel test with their partner.

ICYMI: The orange peel test is a trend circulating that poses the scenario for one partner to present the other with an orange and no context or instructions. If they peel it, their love is "for real" lol

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Bryan Mills x reader, Hannibal x reader

Warnings: f!reader, drabble, they all pass the test, light kissing

Bryan Mills (Taken)

he is always happy when you want to cook with him or vise versa

the orange in your hand doesn't really pair well with the lasagna he is making but he brushes it off, just focusing on the task at hand to not cut his fingers

you take off your shoes, coat, and purse, placing the orange on the counter with your belongs before you scoot off to the restroom to change out of your work clothes and get washed up to help prep dinner

he thinks for a minute and decides to stop his work and peel the orange for you, also getting you a glass of water and a small bowl of mixed nuts, the perfect post-work pre-dinner snack

he also sneaks some nuts for himself (he loves almonds)

when you return to the kitchen he smiles and starts asking about your day

you sit on the bar stool in front of him and notice the snack and water that wasn't there 5 minutes ago

"for me?" you question

"for you" he says with a slight grin, thinking nothing of it

you can't believe how lucky you are to have a man who doesn't need step by step instructions to be thoughtful or affectionate

"can you put down the knife" you ask, rounding the counter to be by his side

he does so and you give him the tightest hug

you stay like that for a while because he is never the one to pull back from a hug first

Hannibal (A-Team)

you meet up with him in his make shift barracks, which is really a tent on desert terrain but at least it is some privacy for the two of you, away from his team

he greets you with a hug and a cocked brow when he sees the picnic basket you've placed on his bed

"what did you pack?" he asks, placing the basket on his lap to make room for the two of you to sit and go through the contents of the basket

he pulls out some meaty sandwiches you made for him, since you aren't too big a fan of deli products, miscellaneous fruits including oranges, and two cans of sparkling water to quench the thirst

ever the show off he declares a challenge

"you know I can peel these in one piece" he says pointing to the orange you just picked up to eat

"I'll believe it when I see it" you egg him on

you know this is just a rouse for him to peel it for you and not get any juices on your pretty dress or have to lift a single finger when around your strong boyfriend

he also feels indebt to you for making him such a lovely, impromptu lunch date

you were impressed to see he wasn't just blowing smoke and was actually able to peel it in one piece

watching his skilled hands be so delicate to such a fragile fruit was relaxing, and (not going to lie) a bit of a turn on

he hands you back the orange ready to eat and you, so cheeky, squeeze one of the wedges at him to splash him with the citrus's juice

with a mouth full of his sandwich he retorts, "I'll get you back when you least expect it, doll"

Qui-Gon (Star Wars)

he found you under and orange tree reading your book of poetry, enjoying the chirping birds and soft wind dancing on your hair

laying down by your side you extended your legs, an open invitation for him to rest his head on your lap as you read aloud to him

after a short time your belly began to growl, alerting him to your hunger

You lean up and say, "I'll just grab a ripe orange"

but he stops you, gently laying you back down against the tree and reaches up to grab the juiciest looking one

"let me feed you, my love" he'll say, not only peeling the orange for you but then ripping a part the wedges to feed you piece by piece

he kisses you in between bites, tasting the sweet citrus on your tongue

[bo-katan]

now i'm real curious how that mando obi story would have been obikin. whats the connections??? where was it leading??? *eyes emoji*

tbh, i dont know where 2020 me was going with this story bc these are the only notes i had:

Summary: While on an undercover mission on Tatooine, Quinlan discovers an unbelievably strong force sensitive slave child. After freeing him and his mother, Quinlan takes them back to Coruscant in hopes that Anakin would be accepted and trained to be a Jedi Knight. At ten years old, Anakin Skywalker becomes the second oldest child to be admitted to the jedi order, becoming the padawan of High Jedi Master Mace Windu. Born on the planet Kalevala, located in the Mandalorian system, Obi-Wan Kenobi became the oldest person to be admitted into the Jedi Order. Discovered to be a strong force sensitive by Qui-Gon Jinn after being sent to help settle the civil war blooming on the home planet Mandalore, Kenobi became the first Mandalorian to be accepted into the Jedi Order in centuries and the oldest at age sixteen, padawan to Jedi Master Jinn.

plus this dialogue scene where Obi-Wan is set to leave with the jedi and Anakin confronts him

"You're leaving today, aren’t you." "Were you even going to say goodbye?"

considering the timeline i wrote, I'm assuming that they had some kind of romantic trysts in their later padawan days/early knighting. Obi-Wan would be leaving the order around the time of the clone wars, which is like 20 years later, so there'd be history to fill in. My creative juices are pumping again so i just might write this someday... plus, with the added lore from mando s3,, i wouldn't have to make as much stuff up. we didnt have as much canon lore on mandalore/mandalorians before

[tennessoui]

if you feel like it ever, i would LOVE to know wtf qui was thinking sending obi undercover in the playmaker au

did he think he could handle it? did he think it would be a dose of reality? did he just want him out of sight out of mind for a bit? or like??

i love this au so much!!!

hello hello here is ~2k of playmaker vader having a conversation with qui-gon jinn about the one thing they have in common (obi-wan)

this snippet takes place after this ficlet but before this ficlet, so obi-wan is currently in jail, being held before his trial begins because he killed a man in self-defense and will be sent to prison

i think to have the real, detailed answer to your question, the scene would have to be qui-gon talking to obi-wan (after his release from prison), but i really wanted to write anakin antagonizing qui-gon and goading him and taunting him because i missed writing playmaker!vader

(2k)

Truly, Anakin is showing a level of restraint here that they should write heroic ballads about. 

He is unarmed and alone, though he knows that the man in front of him knows that both these things can change within a second. He is being cordial. He is being kind. He is being open and showing good faith here, all to the one man who deserves his kindness as much as he deserves his son’s forgiveness.

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon Jinn tells Ahsoka as she places a heavy, covered dish down on the table in front of him. Ahsoka’s mouth twitchces, but she keeps her face expressionless. She knows her role in this exchange. She knows what Vader needs her to be, which is a silent member of the waitstaff, posted at the edge of the room, hands behind her back holding a knife.

It’s Rex that lifts the dome cover from the plate in synchrony with three other members of the staff doing the same up and down the table. It’s all so much. Too much food for two men who did not sit down to eat.

Anakin leans back in his chair at the head of the table. His usual spot. His usual table. The noise of the restaurant below them leaks through the mahogany doors as the wait staff slip through them. All but his men remain, dressed as they are to blend in amongst the other servers.

“Ah,” Qui-Gon Jinn says, looking at the dishes on the table. Bone-in fish, eye staring up. Coq au vin, sauce still bubbling. Boeuf bourguignon, sitting closest to the police chief. Lamb chops, further down, meat a perfect pink, red juice staining the white dijon sauce around it.

“You should try the coq au vin, sir,” Anakin says, snapping his fingers. Throwing him a deadly look of disdain, Ahsoka strides forward to scoop a serving of the dish onto Qui-Gon Jinn’s plate. Likewise, Rex takes his plate silently and ladles out a scoop of mashed potatoes, covering them with the bourguignon before setting it back in front of Anakin.

Rex knows the importance of appearance. Ahsoka, unfortunately, is still not quite sure why they bother. All this, for a rat. 

Because he is fond of her, Anakin will do his best to educate her once more. Later. 

“It is your son’s favorite,” Anakin adds, holding up a hand to dismiss Rex and Ahsoka back to their positions against the wall.

“My son is a vegetarian,” Qui-Gon Jinn says, skin around his eyes tight as his hands clench together in his lap.

“No, sir,” Anakin replies, resting his chin on his knuckles as he looks across the table at his guest. “You are a vegetarian.”

“Ah,” Qui-Gon says, one eyebrow arching. “I wasn’t sure if you knew. I suppose then that the notable lack of any dishes I am able to eat should be taken as a snub? A power struggle? I am at your table, Mr. Skywalker, as a guest.”

“Your son,” Anakin murmurs, leaning back in his chair, “simply adores that recipe. I ask my chefs to make it almost daily for him. He enjoys sitting in my lap and licking the wine sauce off my fingers.”

Jinn’s jaw clenches momentarily before he seems to calm himself. He takes his napkin from the table and unfolds it carefully in his lap.

“Why do you think that is?” Anakin asks before Jinn can speak. “If he is a vegetarian.”

“I could not say.”

“Answer me this, then,” he says. “Was Ben supposed to be a vegetarian?”

Jinn’s eyes cut to his own. They’re dark and narrowed. His jaw bunches.

“You can’t blame me for being curious, you know,” Anakin murmurs. “I have yet to untangle what parts of your son belong to Obi-Wan Kenobi, and what parts are Ben Lars. I thought, as his father, you may be in the best position to help me.”

Jinn’s nostrils flare. “Why would you think I would be inclined to do that?”

“Well, you seem so disinclined to help him,” Anakin says. His hand finds the knife to the side of his plate and he flicks it between his fingers idly. “You can’t blame me for trying to better understand your motivations.”

“I am helping him,” Jinn says. His tone is short, his lips barely moving. “Getting him as far away from you as possible, that’s helping him.”

“You are single-handedly ensuring that he will spend months in a prison cell,” Anakin bites back, fury rising at the very thought. His little mouse. Alone in a cell. Worse, sharing a cell with someone else.

“Better than spending any more time with you, Skywalker!” Jinn snaps, and he finally turns his head to face him completely. There is something so furiously smug about his expression that it makes Anakin’s teeth clench, his control slip. “You may have half the city in your pocket, Vader, but I only need one judge, one warden in mine, and you won’t be able to see him at all.”

Rex shifts at his post against the wall. He knows Vader well enough to know that nothing good can come from a threat like that. A threat to take his little mouse away from him before he’s finished playing.

Vader’s knife thrusts cleanly through the wood of the table as his face twists into a snarl. Jinn must die. He is the one man in all of Coruscant that could ever challenge Anakin Skywalker’s claim on Obi-Wan Kenobi. He is the one man stupid enough to.

But Jinn cannot die. Not here. Not now. So Anakin carefully unfurls his fingers from the hilt of the knife and rests them on the table next to his plate. Carefully. So carefully. 

Obi-Wan has been held by the city police for the last week and a half. A trial will begin in just a little over a month. There is very little doubt that the trial will end with a prison sentence for his little mouse, though his lawyers assure him that no sentence can be issued for a period of time longer than a few months, given that Obi-Wan’s murder of Savage Oppress had been in self-defense and the worst thing he’d done was try to cover it up, thereby obstructing justice.

The city feels empty without him beside Anakin. He still flicks on the lights of his penthouse, expecting Obi-Wan to be waiting for him, but all that greets him every time he returns are morose children, crying and pleading for him to bring their Ben back.

And here is the orchestrator of it all, sitting at his table and not touching a single dish, sneering at him as if he really truly thinks he is saving his son. As if he truly thinks there is such a thing as saving his son anymore.

As if he truly still thinks he has a son. As if that son did not die so that Anakin can have his little mouse. It’s pathetic.

It’s dangerous, too.

It’s the reason why Qui-Gon Jinn is here, in Anakin’s restaurant, in Obi-Wan’s seat. Because someone has to tell him. Someone has to disavow him of the notion that any part of Obi-Wan still belongs to Qui-Gon Jinn. He had his chance and he lost it all. He lost him all.

The thought and the truth of it calms Anakin’s breathing, and he leans back in his chair to study Qui-Gon Jinn.

“May I ask you a question?” he asks, head tilted to the side so he can prop his chin on his closed fist once more. “Father to father.”

Jinn’s eyes narrow, but he inclines his head. He must know that one must sometimes walk into a few traps to get anywhere at all.

“Hypothetically,” Anakin murmurs. “Let’s say you’re right. Let’s say that there is a man in the city, powerful and cruel and monstrous. Clever and wicked and terrible. Let’s say he controls half the city. No, let’s be generous. Let’s say this one man, who isn’t a politician, who isn’t in government or business, let’s say he owns the loyalty of three-fourths of the city. Judges in his pocket. Policemen too. Politicians. Other powerful men from other cities.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Rex twitch, and Anakin’s lips curl up into a smile.

“Hypothetically, we’re talking about a very dangerous man. One who could theoretically kill and get away with it. One that sells drugs, sells sex, sells weapons, sells whatever he wants, right under the city council’s nose. As the police chief, your job is to bring him down, isn’t it? Bring him in. Bring him to justice. Hm?” He sets his elbow on the table, tilting his head as he studies the man before him.

“My question is, if you really think a man like that exists, one that has all that power, one that can make people just…disappear without a word, without an investigation…why the hell do you send your son to find the evidence? Bring him in? Shouldn’t that be your job? Shouldn’t you want to keep someone so soft and so precious as far away from that monster as possible?”

Qui-Gon Jinn’s eyes darken. His nostrils flare. “My son is an accomplished detective. He—”

“He was,” Anakin corrects lazily. “He was an accomplished detective, but he resigned a year ago, I believe.”

“He had the top scores in his graduating class,” Jinn bites out. “A face no one would recognize. He knew to be careful. He—” Jinn’s jaw clenches, bulges out, and then he is quiet.

“He was your son,” Anakin says, because he has spent a rather lengthy amount of time thinking about this. “And you knew how much he loved you. How much he wanted to prove himself to you. You thought he’d be cautious. You planned to whore him out and you didn’t think his loyalty to the cause would waver?” Qui-Gon stands abruptly, tossing his napkin over the food. The red of the sauce stains the white of the fabric.

“Did you hope I would kill him?” Anakin asks, remaining in his seat. Rex coughs. “Hypothetically,” Anakin adds. “If I killed him, he would be a martyr to the cause. If I killed him, you could drag his corpse in front of the city council, tell them that it was time to do something about the monster in the woods. Did you hope he would die? Do you really love your son so little?”

Jinn’s chair skitters back from the force of his movements. It teeters on its back two legs before falling to the ground with a clatter. “I love my son,” Jinn says quietly in a voice choking with rage, “more than you ever could understand. More than you could ever love anyone.”

Now Anakin stands, carefully placing his napkin on the table beside his plate. “Not according to your son, I’m afraid,” he tells him. A parting blow. “I will see you in court, I’m sure. After all, you are the lead expert for the prosecution, yes?”

He smiles and dips his head in farewell as he waves Rex and Ahsoka forward to escort Jinn out.

It had not been the most informative luncheon, but it had left him feeling rather accomplished for no other reason than that he had not seen Jinn so shaken since the first policeman’s ball Obi-Wan had attended on Vader’s arm. 

With no one to warm his bed but the cruel absence of his little mouse, Anakin takes great joy in whatever victories he is allowed.

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Ignorance or N.O.Y.B: Inner City Drabble

It was another purple-hued day in Inner City, just like any other Wednesday afternoon, and time for grocery shopping. Borqan, a creature of habit like his father and his father's father, found himself contemplating the selection of salmon on display. He had a particular fondness for it, especially when paired with tart lemon juice and a special spice blend passed down through his family. This recipe always achieved a toe-curling effect—if he had toes at the time. If not, he would simply manifest some just for the occasion.

You see, Borqan was a Jinn—or Djinn, or Genie if you were of the Western world. Though he despised the word "Genie" and loathed the movie *Aladdin* for its portrayal of him as a magical slave, forever trapped in a jar awaiting the chance to grant three wishes. He remembered watching it as a child and crying for the Genie's plight, which led his father to pen several angry letters to the Disney Corporation. Such was the fate of the supernatural community—humans often viewed powerful and unique beings as dangerous unless controlled.

That's why Borqan loved Inner City. Here, he felt safe and free to let his wispy tail float down the street without needing to use the "None of Your Business" (N.O.Y.B.) field—a magical barrier that allowed most humans to ignore supernatural beings going about their daily lives. With it, if a human happened to see Borqan, or even Oberon, King of the Fairies, picking out grapes in the produce aisle, they might only notice a tall person in an odd cosplay, rather than the massive antlers and glowing visage of a mythical being. Not having to rely on this field meant Borqan didn’t have to dodge every human on his outings.

That is, until he was shoulder-checked by a mostly oblivious redhead who wasn’t paying attention. Borqan shot a withering look at the human, who saw him as a tall, black man. The redhead stammered, "Sorry, I...uh, guess I wasn't paying attention."

An older man with a cane, known as Alphonse Monroe—a prominent figure in Inner City—hurried to the redhead's side and mouthed a silent apology. "He's new... Doesn't know yet... Sorry."

Borqan nodded, his tone calm but firm. "No harm done, but one might want to be more aware in the future." With that, he continued on his way.

@passimtemere

[fanfic-phoenix]

Obitine Week 2023, Day 3 - Oranges

Prompt: Fruit

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 269

Read on AO3

He opened his mouth obediently, let her place it on his tongue, and when he bit down, it burst, beautifully sweet.

“Ben!”

He startled at the shout, adrenaline starting to pump in anticipation of a fight, before he realised she hadn’t called out in fear, but in excitement.

“Ben, come and see this!”

Satine was halfway up a tree before he made it over, but he didn’t realise what she was after until she threw it at his head and he caught it on instinct.  Some kind of fruit - it would have smelled good in any circumstance but right now, having not eaten in days, it was practically divine.

“Oranges!” she called, blonde hair just visible amongst the leaves.  “Loads of them.”

He grinned, her excitement contagious.  “Throw some down, we can take them to Master Jinn!”

Apparently she’d been waiting for that - several flew down at once, and Obi-Wan was hard pressed to keep them from smacking him.  He wanted to glower and only ended up laughing.  

They had a good pile before Satine swung down to meet him, holding one last orange in her hands.  “Ever had one?”

He shook his head.  “Never.  Mandalorian imports aren’t very common in the Temple.”

“Well then.”  She peeled it in an instant, split it into segments and pushed one against his lips.  “Go on.”

He opened his mouth obediently, let her place it on his tongue, and when he bit down, it burst, beautifully sweet.  “Oh,” he said, and she laughed.

He grabbed another segment; she opened her mouth immediately and curled her tongue around his fingers, catching every drop of juice.

“If you give me a fruit kink,” he said, “I shall be very upset with you.”

She smirked.  “Good.”

Tagging: @weekofobitine

[snowflakechallenge]

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I love how Snowflake inspires fans to leave their comfort zones and fly away from the mother ship. Fic readers discover writing talents, soon to be followed by illustrating fics, even sketching doodles from their own stories to show all the in-between steps of Loki shapeshifting into a mare. (It's canon!) So today is the day to spread your wings.

Challenge #14 Try something new. Post your answer to today’s challenge in your own space and leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

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[coline7373]

Tea and Deathsticks (16114 words) by EirianErisdar

Chapters: 8/8

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Dexter Jettster

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Obi-Wan will go to the ends of the universe to get Qui-Gon a cup of tea, Seventeenish-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn's A+ Parenting, In which Obi-Wan definitely does not get radiation poisoning in search of the perfect brew, Coruscant Underworld (Star Wars), Humor, Also features Elan Sel'sebagno, aka "the deathstick guy from AOTC"

Summary:

In which Obi-Wan Kenobi literally goes to hell and back to get Qui-Gon Jinn a cup of tea. Featuring hot leaf juice, irresponsible intra-planet BASE-jumping, and that good gratuitous father-son fluff(TM).

And Coruscant's worldbuilding.

[friendlyneighbourhoodtokustar]

Dooku still got the juice of being apprenticed to Yoda and master to Qui Gon Jinn, palpatine ain’t slick

unfortunately, this is incredibly funny

[5-petals-boutique]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Jinn And Juice by Nicole Peeler paperback.

[legobiwan]

Sorry to be this person but i just read Master & Apprentice (apparently too quickly) and must have missed the reference to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon being assigned to one another. Is there a page/chapter cite you or anyone else happens to have handy? Is it mentioned in any other books/materials as well?

No worries, anon! And I have to say, my rhetoric has probably shifted to be a little too extreme when I’ve saying “assign” in recent posts (blame it on the pandemic - it’s an easy scapegoat :D 

That being said, it does seem like there were some...machinations to get Qui-gon and Obi-wan together.

I find the wording of this passage interesting. That “they” (and by “they,” I’m assuming it’s Yoda) “made sure” Obi-wan wound up with someone like Qui-gon, which is a little different from what we’ve seen in earlier depictions of Masters choosing Padawans (and to be fair, perhaps that tradition petered out by the time Obi-wan was up for an apprenticeship). I think between this, Obi-wan and Qui-gon’s incompatibility, and the contrast with the scene in this book and Jedi Lost where Dooku really does choose Qui-gon unprompted - well, one can draw some conclusions. 

And even in Jedi Apprentice, Obi-wan is never “assigned.” (Yoda, again, kind of backs Qui-gon into a corner and eventually Qui-gon relents.) Granted, that’s not canon anymore, but the situations seem to mirror each other. And regrettably, we do not (as of now) have other materials that cover this, so of course, a lot of the interpretation is left up to how we feel about Qui-gon and how we might want to massage the narrative :D 

So anyway, that’s my fault for getting a little overzealous with some of the rhetoric, although I will stand by my interpretation that Obi-wan and Qui-gon’s partnership wasn’t 100% not influenced by outside sources and that Qui-gon didn’t necessarily choose Obi-wan in the same way Dooku chose Qui-gon, Yoda, Dooku, etc. Which, again, I find fascinating. I also need to stop conflating Jedi Apprentice and this book, although given Obi-wan’s comment up top, you have to wonder if he was worried he wouldn’t be taken. Then again, apparently, 13 was young to become an apprentice (just found that bit again), so who knows what the future would have held. (And if things like the AgriCorps were brought back in canon, which I don’t know right now. I’ll let someone else take that question.)

Now, a Lego note here, you guys. I’m going to hold off on answering any more asks (extant or future) on this topic as I just can’t talk about it anymore. I have no issue with engaging in discussion with multiple points of view, spinning out narratives, etc. but I’m out of energy and interpretations here and I’d like to move on to other things so my blog doesn't become a one-note samba. So this is the last I’ll say on this and “Master and Apprentice” - at least this aspect of the book - for a while. 

[propalahramota]

Upon the rewatch of episode 4, my new favorite thing ever is Jaskier being really nice and protective of some frightened court lady when the shit goes down.

Like, guys, he is ready to put his precious lute to use if he has to. 

Guys

He protec and he respec

No wonder, all these nobles want him dead, Jaskier`s the only valid man in all the Fantasy Poland.

I also love that it's a pretty subtle mini-subplot in the background and not played for laughs. You know, "oh he's doing it to fuck her hehe" in the end, or, gods forbid, "a clingy desperate fat lady who gets way too grateful and borderline rapey". If the showrunner was some hack who thinks that themes are for the 8th-grade book reports, the scene with Pavetta's pregnancy reveal would end with this lady creeping on Jaskier and him calling for Geralt for help who would be like "You're on your own, bard.", hehe, fat people sure are pathetic and don't deserve love, amma right?

This show handling of its female characters even the most minor ones is everything I`ve ever wanted. 

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Slow {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader]

warnings: NSFW, fat!reader, f!reader, 18+, f!receiving, innocent!reader, drabble, poorly written lol

Part 2 for Self-Care (or it can be a stand-alone fic)

This is what he looked like, post shower, once he has laid you on the bed, naked. The beads of water dripping from his hair land on your breasts and stomach as he looks down at you adoringly.

"Let me take care of you, starlight," he coos, grazing his hands over your hips to persuade you.

"I- I don't know Qui," you say hesitantly, not sure of what to expect since you were still a virgin and only have kissed Qui-Gon up to that point. You knew he would take the best care of you, gently talking you through it, but you were still worried of how sensitive the experience would feel. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kiss you, at first. Then there will be some sucking, like I do to your breasts, remember how much you like that?" he asks, trying to be soft and reassuring.

"I do like that," you say sheepishly. "But I'm so sensitive," you say worried it will be a bad experience for the both of you.

"I'll go as slow as you'd like. I want you to take hold of my hair, alright. I promise you can't hurt me," he says to put you at ease as he lowers himself to be inline with your weeping core.

You hope he thinks you are just wet from the shower, but he can see the way you were pushing your thighs together that you were secretly excited and ready for him. Your smell was intoxicating to him, already half hard and he hasn't even tasted you yet. His large nose will bury between where your thigh meets your pelvic bone and inhale sharply.

You shiver with anticipation, getting more wet by the minute because of how eager your man is to please you.

To get into position he hooks his arms under your thighs so his large callused hands can come back around and rest on your lower stomach. He plans on squeezing the soft flesh as he makes you a moaning mess.

He wants to just look at you for a while. Your cunt puffy and dripping, desperate for any stimulation. He starts with small kitten licks to gauge your comfort level.

Qui-Gon is thrilled to hear you mewl and have your fingers find his scalp. This encourages him to be a bit more bold, slowly making out with your pussy.

The sounds of your slick and his saliva smacking together was deliciously dirty. When you would occasionally tug at his hair he would groan in appreciation, vibrations making you whimper.

His tongue expertly dove deeper into your gummy walls. As your squirming became more erratic he knew you were approaching your climax. He shifted his attention to your clit, sucking, swirling, kissing and lapping at the bud to make sure you could ride through your high.

His hands snaked their way higher to your breasts, softly rubbing them to give you the utmost pleasure possible.

"UUghhgh, Qui! I think m'gunna cum," you slur out, eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched to the heavens.

"Let go starlight, give yourself to me," he pants out, pupils blown and hot air fanning over your cunt as he regains his breath.

His tongue travels deep between your silky folds, pussy juices covering his lips, chin and nose. The way the tip of his nose hit your clit while his tongue did figure-eights made you see stars.

As your body slows from its convulsing Qui-Gon emerges from between your legs and floats his way up to your face.

"Are you alright," he asks, searching your face for fear, embarrassment or content.

Your eyes are still closed, arms thrown above your head in bliss, hair messy from squirming. You couldn't be anymore sexy.

"Mmmmmm," was all you could get out, in such a state of ecstasy nothing could bring you down. You lean to face Qui-Gon with a toothy grin and wrap your arms around his neck and one leg over his hip.

You smush your faces together for a deep kiss, able to taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue as it fought for dominance against your own.

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Jinn: *sees Bilquis, an actual goddess* *takes off his cap*

A gentleman.

[carriegessner]

@nicolepeelerauthor tells @heidirubymiller her three favorite things about Pittsburgh. Come to the Uniontown Public Library on Saturday, March 4th to hear her speak more about setting her urban fantasy books in Pittsburgh. Event starts at 4 PM. Refreshments will be served.

[siriannatan]

Series of Unexpected Occurences

So I decided to write an origin story for fWhip from Jinn & Other Troubles and it's all because Jimmy's No Good, Very Bad Year (Made Better) by TrosesPink has inspired me to come back to this AU.

To say fWhip was at a loss would be an understatement. Yes, he has somehow made it to Stratos safely. He even found the Evermore Academy. And had someone talk to him. All that just to be said 'No, go home kid'.

Well, he was not about to go home after that. Father would be much more than just upset with him. Gem was off, studying magic at the other end of the world the whole year already. And she was just a girl. fWhip was more than aware that Gem, unlike him, was born a genius. Always good at everything she touched. Moving on, what was he to do if he was not going back home? 

What he decided to do was find a job. Practice his magic a bit more and try again next year.

And so the most exhausting time in the whole sixteen years of his life started. He jumped from doing errands to helping at the docks to even more errands to used things stores. He barely had any time to think about practising with how much of his time was taken just by paying for the room he was stuck in. And it wasn't even in a nice inn but some dingy one by the docks. Finding a stable, not overly expensive apartment in the big town was much harder than expected.

Finding a small job helping someone start an inn or restaurant or something like that was possibly the best thing that had happened to fWhip in a long time. The woman in charge - Katherine she introduced herself, was apparently a former adventurer and a mage of some sort. fWhip was not too knowledgeable about the kinds of mages. But that wasn't important. What was important was that she paid well compared to everything fWhip did so far. And not only that. Unlike all the gruff warehouse owners and captains fWhip dealt with so far she was darn nice.

"What is that?" Katherine asked as she caught fWhip and his lunch out the back of her new restaurant. She has just decided they should have a break, rest a bit and eat something.

"My lunch?" fWhip mumbled over his meat pies. They haven't even gone fully cold yet. Thank you nice weather. He was a bit confused why his lunch was an issue. Meat pies were nice even when cold, and filling, while also cheap. Maybe he should have gone somewhere a bit further away with it? "I can move if..."

"No. No. No. I'm not having a young man work on all the hard and heavy things on just meat pies alone, in with you, the stew's almost ready," Katherine stopped the young tiefling and nearly pulled him inside the inn. 

fWhip was left by one of the tables he helped bring in. Actually, it was just him and Katherine doing all the stuff. Well, most of the port freelance workers probably scoffed when a woman asked them even if she was offering good pay. No matter, it meant fWhip's pay was a bit higher and didn't need to see certain people so he was not complaining. But for now, while waiting for Katherine he finished his first meat pie. He was not about to annoy someone who was paying him but he was also not about to waste his already half-eaten pie. Leaving it like that would not be good.

He was barely done with his pie when Katherine walked in with a tray with two steaming bowls and some bread and a jug of juice and two glasses on it. It was a really big tray. "While helping me out don't worry about lunch or any other at-work meal," she announced and left no room to argue. fWhip just nodded as a steaming bowl of stew and a couple of thick slices of bread were placed in front of him along with a cup of juice. "No need to be so polite," she chuckled when he mumbled a thank you.

"I... I'm still getting used to being away from home," it didn't really matter what he said. It wasn't like he'd be much in this part of town anytime soon. Too fancy and expensive for him. "More work than back home," he quickly added, just to avoid having to elaborate too much. He'd hate to lie to her after she fed him. She absolutely did not have to be that nice. "Didn't want to get stuck there," avoiding the truth was not lying. Right?

Katherine seemed satisfied with it so fWhip shut up and focused on the stew. It was really good. Bread and juice too. Actually, he didn't have food this nice since leaving home... But he was going back. Maybe the enchanting shop he walked past needed someone to carry heavy things? fWhip was getting good at moving boxes lately.

After food - Katherine offered him seconds but he politely declined, after the first bowl and the meat pie he was quite full - they moved furniture and boxes couple more hours before fWhip was paid and asked if he can come back the next day. He obviously accepted the offer. Anything to have some time away from the smell of the sea. It got boring very quickly - the smell of rotting fish and fish guts and constant noise did not help.

On his way back fWhip checked a couple of used things stores and even found one useful book. Lucky for him whoever the store got it from and the store staff knew nothing about magical things so it was really cheap. Illusion's weren't something he was ever really interested in but it was the first book he managed to find so he was still very excited. Who knew what would be useful in the future?

The next day he made his way to Glimmer Grove a bit late. Who could blame him, the book was much more interesting than he anticipated. So interesting he brought it along in case there was even the briefest moment to read some more. Somehow there was a chapter on familiar summoning in this one, and while fWhip had no idea what he'd like his familiar to be he was immensely fascinated. Unfortunately, it was rather difficult and expensive to summon one but if he could do that then maybe he would be able to get into the academy. A good option to have just in case.

Katherine did not mind that he was late or that he was reading during his breaks but she put a limit on lunchtime. "No books next to food," she said sternly but with a smile. "Interested in magic? Shouldn't you be in Evermore then?" she asked as fWhip sheepishly set it aside.

"I tried, apparently being able to do magic is not enough... At least it was a good excuse to get to the..." he instantly started stringing together an excuse as close to the truth as he could without sounding as bad as it probably was.

"And you're stuck in town because you don't feel like going home after failing? Believe me, you're not the first to have that happen to them, I know several people who were told no and who are now the pride of Evermore," Katherine instantly cut him. "I have free staff rooms so you can stay here."

"I... I'm very grateful but I can't pa..." fWhip instantly protested. Katherine was already the nicest person he's met since coming to town. She paid well, gave him regular breaks and fed him. He had no real way of expressing how grateful he was to have met her.

"You can pay by occasionally helping with boxes and cleaning, it'll make saving for Academy easier won't it?" he was once more cut short. "And I can ask some friends if they need any help? Recommend you based on how well you worked here? You don't have to agree now. But if you do feel free to bring all your stuff tomorrow."

"I... I... Thank you, it's a very kind offer... I'll think about it," fWhip nodded, staring at the scrambled eggs, bread and vegetables Katherine made for them. She was a really good cook. 

"It's nothing big kid, one less room for me to clean," she laughed and fWhip felt a bit better. There was no saying what she went through as an adventurer. Or.. was she even a human? Or did she retire adventuring very young? She could be an elf, her hair would easily hide the ears and it was hard to say how old elves were.

"Just never call me 'mam, I'm not THAT old," she finished the topic and they finished their lunch before it's gone cold. Unlike meat pies scrambled eggs were not too good cold.

After another round of boxes and furniture moving Katherine said she was nearly ready to open. Just some more cleaning and organising, stocking up and finding at least a cook. Luckily she was in a good spot by one of the main roads through the city and there were already curious customers peering in and asking if it was open. And promising they'd come by when it was. Citizens of Stratos liked a good restaurant and were always eager to visit any new one - as long as it was at least in the Middle Stratos it usually stuck a while and prospered well enough.

On his way back fWhip bought a couple of meat pies. Maybe he could ask Katherine if she had a good recipe for meat pies... for later in life. A memento of her? That sounded lame. Just because he liked them. Yes. He also stopped by the same used-things stores. No more books but he got a well-priced dagger just in case. It was a bit rusty and dull but he could deal with that.

He barely got any sleep while thinking over Katherine's offer. It was very generous and would help him greatly and he did not mind helping around Glimmer Grove if he was ever out of errands around town. And if she ever told him he needed to move he could find another cheap inn to stay at. So feeling only mildly bad with how little he owned at the moment - he just got to the city and travelled light okay - he packed his meagre belongings into his bag. Ate his pies. Read some more about illusions and tried out a couple of simple ones. With shocking success too.

The next morning he paid for his room and went to Glimmer Grove feeling like his life was tuning out to be a bit better. At least there'd be much less fish smell and seagull noise in it. And hopefully, the room Katherine would give him would be on the ground level... Or have curtains so he could not see it was not...

"Decided to grab that room?" Katherine grinned at him from next to a cart full of ingredients and general supplies required to run an inn. 

"If it's still open," fWhip smiled sheepishly. He was suddenly feeling even more awkward with how little he owned. "I was supposed to be at the academy now," he excused himself just so she would not feel too bad for him.

Katherine was fine with the excuse and after quickly showing him the room - ground floor with barely any window, lucky for him, and had him helping unload the cart and then with some errands and picking up more things around the town. And after that she had him helping clean the place as she interviewed potential cooks. In general, a great day even if he didn't get much reading in and all but passed out after it.