#jinn and juice

[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

[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.

[codywanreversebang]

Codywan Reverse Bang 2023: Masterlist Part 3

Team 13

crossfire [Art] by @cmmdrkote

Ni ru'kir rejorhaa'ir kaysh Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum kaysh (I should tell him I love him) [19.3k] by @foreverchangingfandomsao3 MiaSirtnev

Obi-Wan and Cody have yet to find the right time to tell each other they love them, but when Obi-Wan gets sent on a mission, everything from before changes. More so when the mission goes wrong and Cody needs to rescue his General.

Team 14

Team 14 [Art] by @owliix

Life happens wherever you are [5.5k] by @badgers-cats

Earth Kingdom Crown Prince Cody finds himself experiencing deeper feelings for an Air Nomad pilgrim staying in the palace. He's not entirely sure that he wants these new emotions. Until he is.

Team 15

Team 15 [Art] by @artbowls

Orbital Decay [26.5k] by @thejediandthemandalorian

Orbital decay [′ȯr·bəd·əl di′kā] a gradual decrease of the distance between two orbiting bodies at their closest approach (the periapsis) over many orbital periods. Cody and Obi-Wan have been orbiting each other for a while, what happens when a series of events causes the pull to break and both to fall?

Thermodynamic Equilibrium [3.8k] by @neostriatum

"He held his general's life in his hands. It wasn't the first time, and all he needed was to keep his grip."

Team 16

Team 16 [Art] by @twackycat

Red Eye (Part One) [9.8k] by @codythecheshirecat

Commander Cody is General Qui-Gon Jinn's second in command. He leads the 3rd systems army. He's a good soldier. And he cares, very deeply, about his brothers. And then along comes General Jinn's old apprentice, making trouble. Obi-Wan Kenobi wants Qui-Gon Jinn to get exactly what he deserves, and there's nothing that can stop him.

Red Eye (Part Two) [16.9k] by @tired-bshocked

The new Empire struggles to be born out of the ashes of the Republic. Darth Solumn, or Obi-Wan Kenobi as he was once known, attempts to adjust to his place in this new galaxy, fighting alongside those who were once his enemies. Matters are not helped when he also finds himself stuck under the supervision of Commander Cody.

Team 17

Team 17 [Art] by @sissiarte

The Sun (bright as juice breaking in the mouth in its shape of morning) [17.1k] by @nightoftheland

Eyeing him critically for a second, Cody took the proffered hand and felt his entire body want to turn to goo as those slick leather-clad fingers curled around his bare fingers, and heat tingled up his spine, and he froze as Obi-Wan bowed slightly and pressed a kiss to the back of Cody’s knuckles. “Partners then,” Obi-Wan murmured his breath hot against the back of Cody’s hand. Mouth completely dry all Cody could do was nod, croaking out the word, “Partners.”

The King's Tree [31.2k] by GemmaRose

A prophecy, a stolen brother, and a King far more handsome than any fae has right to be, really. Cody isn't sure how his life became one of the cautionary tales his buir raised him on, but he's not about to let that stop him from doing what has to be done.

[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]

Fandom Snowflake Challenge #14

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Remember that there is no official deadline, so feel free to join in at any time, or go back and do challenges you've missed.

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.

Do you read fic? Then how about writing a little 'missing moment' scene, such as the day after Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn describes his ever-eager Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi as merely competent in Phantom Menace? Dip a toe into a community related to your interest to share insights, write a ship/fandom/character manifesto or just plain gab. If you listen to podcasts, explore one in a new fandom.

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And just as a reminder: this is a low pressure, fun challenge. If you aren't comfortable doing a particular challenge, then don't. We aren't keeping track of who does what.

[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.

[himilce-persephoniea]

Gifts at the Crèche

Those past few days I’ve been attacked by a terrible migraine and I haven’t been able to write like a wanted. I began to write some of the prompts of the Duolingo prompt List. I want to thank my Obikin Discord server to have jump in asks. This first is a gift 🤗

30. A good father never throws out the baby

(disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea what the sentence means in English, so I’ve improvised)

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Anakin was stressed. He had to admit it. He had thought that the week at the Crèche would do him some good, but it was worse than being on the front. Babies and little Force-Sensitives were a nightmare. He had always secretly hoped to one day meet someone that would want to form a family with him. Unlike popular belief, families weren’t prohibited inside the Jedi Order. There were even some incredible family sagas like the one Mace Windu came from.

But Anakin had come late to the Jedi Order. He had been a slave found by his Master. He had grown up in Tatooine, raised by a loving mother. When Master Jinn found them, he liberated them. His mom was living happily in the gardens, and Anakin was an accomplished Jedi Knight. But Anakin had always craved a family. Someone to take care of, and a lot of kids to raise.

That’s why he chose the Crèche, to practice being a father. But now he was facing the crude reality: his Master had been a disaster and had never taught him to take care of little younglings. He now had a crying baby in his arms, and the little one didn't want to stop crying. Anakin was completely desperate, and the baby only cried harder.

On an impulse, he threw him up in the air, hoping the little one would like to fly –Anakin liked flying. But when he was with his hands up, waiting for the baby to fall, he saw as he went to the left and landed in the arms of somebody else.

“A good father never throws out the baby.”

Anakin saw the same with the baby. It was a man close to his forties, with a well-trimmed beard, gorgeous auburn hair, soft eyes, scolding expression, but amused. Anakin was bewitched at the instant.

“I… He was crying all the time. I thought he would like to fly… I like flying.”

The man came close to Anakin, he noticed how the baby had lowered his voice. The man took Anakin’s hand –he was so soft, he smelled of fresh soap-, and put it over the baby.

“You're Force-Sensitive, the same as the baby. Reach to the Force. What is it telling you about him?”

Anakin reached the Force. He was the son of the Force, he could deep in easier than anybody else in the Temple. It has been his gift and his curse. He felt the baby. The little one seemed to be more open with the gorgeous man holding him. Anakin could understand him, he too would have been more open if that man would have embraced him so lovingly. Anakin left aside those thoughts for a moment and centred himself on the baby, on what he felt. And he discovered what was the problem: he was hungry! But the little demon had been fed just when Anakin had arrived an hour ago, how was it possible that he was hungry again?

“Are you hungry again, bottomless pit?”

The baby babbled happily in the man’s arms when Anakin brought a baby bottle. He was! The man gave him the baby and Anakin fed him as the Crèche Master had taught him to do. “I can’t believe it! Look how happy he is now.”

The man smiled softly. “Babies are often hungry, especially Force-Sensitivities with great power.” He caressed the baby’s face, and then let the baby take one of his fingers while he was drinking.

Anakin tried to not melt at the adorable view he had in front of him. “Anakin,” he said without thinking. “My name is Anakin Skywalker.”

The man smiled, “Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Anakin tried to not sight, learning the name. “That little demon is Ezra Bridger. And if I recall correctly, he loves Meiloroon juice.” He looked at Anakin with a knowing face. “And so do I.”

“I… I can bring it next time.” Anakin was playing Obi-Wan's game. Anakin knew it; Obi-Wan knew it. Kark! Even Ezra knew it.

“Well, if you are going to bring us such good presents…” Obi-Wan looked into Anakin’s eyes. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Would you like to stay forever?” A little youngling, with whom Anakin had played earlier, and who seemed to have listened to the whole conversation, shouted it from the other side of the room.

Anakin laughed nervously, blushing. “Dinner would be great.”

“Great. I’ll prepare something exceptional.” Obi-Wan kissed his cheek and left the room. Anakin had to sit with a silly smile on his face. He was going to bring the best Meiloroon juice he could find.

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If you liked it, here is the Duolingo Prompt List 🤗 don't hesitate to send me an ask to ask me for a prompts 🤗

[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.

[labbaik-ya-hussain-as]

*HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW THE GLORIOUS QUR'AN*

1. How many verses are in Holy Qur’an?

A. 6235

B. 6666.✔

C. 6237

D. 6238

2. How many times is the word ‘Qur’an’ repeated in Holy Qur’an?

A. 67

B. 68

C. 69

D. 70✔

3. Which is the best drink mentioned in Holy Qur’an?

A. Honey

B. Milk✔

C. Water

D. Juice

4. The best eatable thing mentioned in Holy Quran is?

A. Honey✔

B. Milk

C. Water melon

D. Dabino

5. Which is the shortest Sura of Holy Qur’an?

A. Falaq

B. NASS

C. IKLASS

D. KAUSAR✔

6. The most disliked thing by Allah Ta’ala though Halal is?

A. Hajj

B. Divorce✔

C. Marriage

D. Murder

7. Which letter is used the most time in Holy Quran?

A. Wa

B. Ba'un

C. Alif✔

D. Qaf

8. Which letter is used the least in the Holy Qur’an?

A. Zaa✔

B. Maa

C. Taa

D. Laa

9. Which is the biggest animal mentioned in Holy Qur’an?

A. Fish

B. Whale

C. Elephant✔

D. Anaconda

10. Which is the smallest animal mentioned in Holy Qur’an?

A. Fly

B. Mosquito✔

C. Spider

D. Ant

Ans = Mosquito Q.2:26

11. How many words are in the smallest Sura (kausar) of Holy Qur’an?

A. 41

B. 42✔

C. 43

D. 44

12. Which Sura of Holy Quran is called the mother of Qur’an?

A. Baqara

B. Fatiha✔

C. Iklass

D. Yaseen

13. How many Sura start with Al-Hamdulillah?

A. Four

B. Five✔

C. 6ix

D. Se7en

Ans =B. Five; [ Fatihah, Anaam, Kahf, Saba & Fatir ]

14. How many Sura’s name is only one letter?

A. Two

B. Three✔

C. Four

D. Five

Ans = B. Three; [ Qaf, Sad & Noon ]

15. How many Sura start with word ‘Inna ‘?

A. Three

B. Four. ✔

C. Five

D. 6ix.

Ans =B. Four; [ Sura Fatha, Nuh,Qadr, Kausar ]

16. How many Sura are Makkahi (revealed in Mecca)?

A. 85

B. 86✔

C. 87

D. 88

17. and how suras many are Madni (revealed in Medina)?

A. 28✔

B. 27

C. 26

D. 25

18. Which Sura is from the name of tribe of Holy Prophet?

A. Lahab

B. Quraish✔

C. Hashim

D. Sab'i

19. Which Sura is called the heart of Holy Qur’an?

A. Iklas

B. Yaseen✔

C. Fatiha

D. Mulk

20. In which Sura is the name of Allah repeated only five times?

A. An'am

B. Hajj✔

C. Maryam

D. Mu'meen

21. Which Sura is the name of one Holy war?

A. Room

B. Ahzab✔

C. Fathi

D. Nasr

22. Which Sura is the name of one metal?

A. Ra'ad

B. Hadeed✔

C. Ahzab

D. HUD

23. Which Sura is called ‘Aroos-ul-Qur’an (the Bride of the Qur’an)?

A. Fatiha

B. Yaseen

C. Jinn

D. Rahman✔

24. Which Sura is considered as 1/3 of holy Qur’an?

A. Al-Ikhlas.✔

B. Falaq

C. Nass.

D. Fatiha

25. Which Sura was revealed twice?

A. Iklaas

B. Fatiha✔

C. Ayatul kursiyyu

D. Tauba

26. In which Sura is the backbiter condemned?

A. Munafiqun

B. Humaza✔

C. Nuhu

D. Zalzala

27. In which Sura is the name of Allah repeated in every verse?

A. Iklaas

B. Mujadala✔

C. Mumtahana

D. Fatiha

28. In which Sura does the letter ‘Fa’ did not appear?

A. Al-Imaran

B. Baqara.

C. fatiha✔

D. Nass

29. How many Suras starts with word ‘ Tabara Kallazi’

A. 4

B. 3

C. 2✔

D. 1

Ans= C. 2 [Mulk & Furqan]

30. Makkan Suras were revealed in how many years?

A. 13✔

B. 14

C. 15

D. 16

31. Medina Sura were revealed in how many years?

A. 8

B. 9

C. 10✔

D. 11

32. How many Suras start with word Qad?

A. 2✔

B. 3

C. 4

D. 5

Ans= A. 2 [Mujadala & Momenoon]

33. Which Sura is related to Hazrat Ali?

A. Humaza

B. Tagabun

C. Adiyat✔

D. Balad

34. Which Sura has every verse ending with letter ‘Dal ‘?

A. Iqra'a

B. falaq

C. Balad

D. Iklas✔

35. Which Sura is revealed in respect of Ahle Bayt?

A. Luqman

B. Qamar

C. Layl

D. Insan✔

Ans = D. Sura Insan/Dahr

36. Which Sura every verse ends with letter ‘Ra'

A. Buruj

B. Dariq

C. Kausar✔

D. Shams

37. In which Sura is the creation of human beings mentioned?

A. Hajj

B. Hijr✔

C. Hadid

D. Humaza

Ans = B. Sura Hijr verse 26.

38. In which Sura are the regulations for prisoners of war mentioned?

A. Baqara

B. Al- Imran

C. Nisa✔

D. Insan

39. Which Sura deals with the laws of marriage?

A. Dalaq

B. Mujadala

C. Nisa✔

D. Mumtahana

40. In which Sura is the story of the worship of cow of Bani Israeel mentioned?

A. Baqara

B. Taha✔

C. Qasas

D. Kahfi

41. In which Sura is the law of inheritance mentioned?

A. Nisa.✔

B. Ma'ida

C. Noor

D. Anbiya

42. In which Sura is the Hijra of the Holy Prophet mentioned?

A. A'araf

B. HUD

C. Nuhu

D. Anfal✔

43. In which Sura are the 27 Attributes of Allah mentioned?

A. Hadeed✔

B. Rahman

C.Yunus

D. Yusuf

44. Which is the best night mentioned in Holy Qur’an?

A. Qamar

B. Qadar✔

C. Najm

D. Layl

45. Which is the best month mentioned in Holy Qur’an?

A. Rajab

B. Sha'abān

C. Ramadan✔

D. Hajj

46. How many words are in the longest Sura of Holy Qur’an?

A. 25500✔

B. 26600

C. 27700

D. 28800

47. How many times is Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem is repeated?

A. 116

B. 115

C. 114✔

D. 113

48. How many Sura start with Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem?

A. 116

B. 115

C. 114

D. 113✔

49. In what surah the first aya in the holy Qur'an revealed?

A. Fatiha

B. Muzammil

C. Mudassir

D. Iqra'a✔

50. What is the translation of 'Muzammil'?

A. The enshrouded One✔

B. The cloaked One

C. The feared One

D. The Runaway One

Whatever written of Truth and benefit is only due to Allah's Assistance and Guidance, and whatever of error is of me alone. Allah Alone Knows Best and He is the Only Source of Strength.

BarakAllāhu feekum

Wa Jazākumullāhu Khyran

May Almighty Allah accept our efforts and deeds in Ibadah and grant us all janatul firdaus.. 🤲🤲

[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.

[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.

[brandonwayneb]

tomato labor mckinney texas

U-G-L-Y

You Ain't Got No Ali Bi Bi

war nebula Saint Bernard

BrandonwayneB Red Bee War 24

Knight Kits

Eternity Unicorn Prancer

Spank Ken's Spa Roma Ass

Bird fountain oasis

Did I mention, I live In Gods Mansion? :)

Tsunami Maserati

Might Magic Tea

Red Bee Eternity

tsunami, Maserati, gay origami

War Nebula,

Red Orange Juice

dont be old ugly nasty white ass soup kit chicken sauerkraut shits

Tuna Data Day Tona Bridge

White Seagulls

Smile! :) eternity!

Rib Eye High Stakes

Frankenstein Smigel gambles

#allah #god #war #news #public #knight #psy #cern #esp #irish #spanish #hispanic #soul #et #blood #jinn #tech #massmurders #redbee #genocide #wicca #wiccan #wicken #blamechina #blamechicken #barbie #que #cupid #rainbow #skittles

[writer59january13]

Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation

With mighty mouse and Hercules height

tried to retrieve sanity spread loose;

a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting

decades old cartoon characters:

Natasha squirrel and Bullwinkle moose

flow of electrons the best-concocted juice since the convection

of white bread or couscous

for without Fios, light and heat

the slow strangle via an invisible noose

gripped this bantam weight

hen pecked papa -

who tried to peruse Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy

while buried under

blankets and towels - Toulouse any and every molecule of heat,

yet frigidaire within abode

(technically about 455 degrees Fahrenheit) went with Brad and Ray,

boot did not go vamoose.

Thine recollected diatribe

analogous to a rite of initiation

thru fraternity gauntlet -

no, not necessarily atchew anyway, I sure hope urine remission

asper any offal debacle choking bugaboo which once malignantly plagued

your body, mind, spirit

as fowl existence doomed matt chew for when countless full moons ago,

the force o mother nature drew

whipped out her scimitar,

where chaos such as

power n telephone outages flew sweeping across bulwarks,

drawbridge over troubled waters, and ramparts whereby

huge limbs and wires Ole man winter with

a jude dish hiss punch did hew indiscriminate to gentile or Jew or one necessitating answering a call

to deaf ack ate while atop the loo, cuz such fate occurred there

at previous residence

DCCXXIV Railroad Ave n new where the lack of heat or phone service

induce sing expletives stronger than poo but...during the blackout,

this papa read by flashlight huddled under mildewed layers of clothes

n bland kits, and did rue how susceptible n vulnerable society

to whims of natural faw iz - tis true at least in my view, whence this generic human

predicted he would become apprised as fossilized,

immortalized, and ossified,

thence accidentally discovered millenniums in future,

hence as frozen petrified representative per twenty first century,

where wily fox prudent terrestrial realtor.

Now that yar brow didst I scrunch possibly goot dealt

a similar meteorological punch thus possibly lack king

for electricity i.e. the life source energy, this then mister mom,

and taxi dad supposed back up hunch hove (at that time)

two prepubescent darling daughters - oft times thrilled as punch

to kibbutz with during lunch when dire circumstances

imposed spurious silliness

to fritter away time –

for measly grueling fodder,

earmarked, damned cold brunch.

Twas and still Liz

a blessing social networks allowed, enabled and promoted literary trait virtually contrived acquaintances of yore,

and usually visa vis discovery

(though transient got me I rate)

hull reflect on technological

modus operandi back before bachelorhood complemented and supplemented mein kampf

with an affectionately loving mate

many years, and even of late though amity, comity

and felicity nestles this roost stir, whose then newlywed bride

that's my wife, he DOTH no longer hate

and communicate emotions

across the whirled wide web

(i.e. - this example

between yourself and me) -

Noah intent to grate now, internecine warfare usually all calm

on the western front

from hellish, gory figurative

ball of wax bollix

engineering denizens of fate

in tandem with banshees, gremlins,

and jinns out the box of Pandora rollicked

their elements of Strunk and White,

and pandemonium they did fiendishly create.

[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.