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FINAL ROUND-UP ❤️‍🔥

Here are the last submissions to the first edition of the Sith Obikin Fest! In total we received over 40 works🔥

Stay tuned for our next announcements / thank-yous and a very exciting project coming SOON!

• Birth Astride A Grave (a play in two acts) by nngi_e

After his defeat on the fiery shores of Mustafar, a captive Obi-Wan Kenobi receives four visitors in the darkness of his cell:

a beloved Master long gone,

a beautiful Queen shrouded in blue,

a cruel Shadow covered in scars,

and the Sun at the center of it all.

• Vader Closes In by ArtisticlyBeautiful

Vader finds Obi-Wan in his cave on Tatooine. He will do whatever it takes for Obi-Wan to feel the heartache he has to live with now.

Set during the Kenobi series.

DW: Non-con, bottom obi-wan, ruthless vader

DNW: Piss, sweetness

• Three Measures of Blood by your cheap thrills (eurosthewanderer)

Sith! Obi-Wan stumbles upon a boy in his travels and instantly feels his great potential in the Force.

He snatches Anakin before anyone else can and proceeds to teach him the ways of the Dark Side.

DW: Go wild. Anything like the Jedi Quest or Rogue Planet, but they are both Sith. Perfect excuse to dive into the Sith lore and create their practices. You can make it as long as you want with Anakin of any age. But the world-building of the Sith is essential.

DNW: Only brief mentions of the teachings. Seriously, you can make it as wild as you can, but details are essential.

• wild animals i have known by travellingcircus

Reverse age AU - Set whenever

Sith Obi-Wan (wild and borderline feral), Jedi Master Anakin (always toeing the line of being a darksider but never falling)

Really I just want sith Obi-Wan to call jedi Anakin daddy (no age play). A plot would be nice, but I am far too happy with nothing but smut.

DW: Daddy kink, possessiveness, obsession, top Anakin, bottom Obi-Wan, they're disgustingly cute about each other but not in a healthy way

DNW: piss, scat, vomit, age play, omegaverse, unhappy ending, major character death

• Rage, rage against the dying of the light by Golden_Daffodils

Palpatine miscalculates. Killing Obi-Wan Kenobi is the reason Anakin falls, but he did not expect the boy to rebel and try to kill him in return when Anakin learns who he is and his role in Obi-Wan's death.

Would love a angst filled fic, with Anakin falling because Obi-Wan is dead, as Palpatine thought he would, and that biting Palpatine in the ass lol

Also it's up to you if Obi-Wan is really dead or not. I just want to make clear that the most important person for Anakin will always be Obi-Wan.

If nsfw, bottom Anakin/top Obi-Wan and lots of tender/passionate sex reunion.

No rape/non con, hardcore kinks, Anakin kneeling to Palpatine, Anakin killing other Jedi (I don't want him to be the instigator but he can kill to defend himself should you wish to go on that route), anidala, Obianidala, QuiObi.

• Bound By You by BlueAreTheStars

Reverse Age AU - Takes place in GFFA

Peace in the galaxy. A shaky treaty resulting in a tri-annual competition to see who reigns for a short period of time: the Empire or the Republic. It is not built to last.

Anakin Skywalker, older but no wiser from his Clone Wars escapades, is of course the Jedi's chosen champion, as much as he does not wish to be. There is no match for his power, his skills, anywhere in the galaxy now that peace has been declared but when a lithe young man steps into the arena, with gold eyes and an obvious hard-on for him, maybe Anakin has finally met one.

• mine, always by DPRen

Set in Rots. Canon divergence. Obi-Wan kills Palpatine in a fit of jealous rage at seeing Anakin kneel to be Palps apprentice. And now Anakin has to try and get his master back from the dark side while fighting his own internal battle. No unhappy endings ( happy sith murder husbands pretty please )

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A Slow Fall - Alternate POV (Qui-Gon)

I promised a look into Qui-Gon’s head from “A Slow Fall Towards Grace” and I thought today would be a good day for it, since he’s passed from the story, now. ANYWAY. A good bit of Angst to be found here.

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The first time Qui-Gon saw the boy, he was engaged in a sparring match with some of the other younglings. He moved well for his age. He was fast, just as Master Windu had said, but more than that, there was a purposeful edge to each movement, an almost reflexive move towards his opponent’s weak points.

But his skill with a saber was hardly the most interesting thing about him. He all but glowed in the Force, shimmers of light following him around. Qui-Gon looked at him, half-stunned by it, leaning a little closer and freezing as his thoughts shifted.

He saw, almost overlaid over the scene, a child. A young girl, hazel-eyed and with brownish hair, impossible sunshine bringing out hints of copper in the curls. She turned to look at him and smiled and - and felt so familiar. She waved at him, before running across the space and fading from view, her laughter lingering another moment.

He looked back at the boy - Mace had called him Obi-Wan -  and he did not know what the vision had meant, but it left him feeling deeply uncomfortable.

Qui-Gon refused to train the boy. For many reasons. Including the vision.

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Obi-Wan was a child, and Qui-Gon intended to stay as far away from him as possible. He did not know what to make of the vision he’d had through the Force, or so he told himself. But he saw the girl-child again, as they ended up on a ship together.

He heard hints of laughter, there and gone, when the boy looked up at him, brilliant blue eyes wide and pleading. He could feel how badly Obi-Wan wanted to be trained, how much he wanted to help others and--

And Qui-Gon was many things, but not, he hoped, a monster. 

He agreed to train the boy, but he refused to blindly follow the vision, as so often he had been tempted to do in his life. He’d always tried to fulfill the will of the Force. 

He stayed far, far away during the boy’s heat, wishing to take no risks. He was a child, and the thought of something going wrong made bile burn in Qui-Gon’s throat and stained his thoughts with horror. 

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Qui-Gon had not expected to be so affected, the first time he came back to their quarters and smelled another alpha’s stink everywhere after a heat. But it left his skin prickling. He found he disliked it, immensely, but knew that to be a normal effect. He had not had to worry about it with Xanatos, thankfully a beta.

He released his irritation to the Force and aired out their quarters, and Obi-Wan said he was fine - unharmed - when he returned. Qui-Gon found that knowledge eased some of the ball of tension inside him. He exhaled, shaking his head, and dreamed that night of a hazel-eyed girl, older, dressed as a Jedi, with her hair pulled back and her gaze turned outwards, towards the dark edges of the galaxy, and--

And Obi-Wan smelled of tears and bitter grief after his next heat, but seemed not to wish to speak about what happened, content to drink tea with his eyes rimmed with red and his mouth set in a thin line.

#

Obi-Wan was no longer a child by the time they reached Thulviol VII, grown tall and into his shoulders. But he was still so young, still Qui-Gon’s apprentice. He smelled wonderful, scent always close, but Qui-Gon pushed the answering desires in his blood to the side.

He would get them both off-world. He would get Obi-Wan to a healer or a medic, let them take care of his head that way. He would.

He failed, in the end, despite all of his best efforts. It was a small relief that, at least, Obi-Wan did not turn his face away when Qui-Gon kissed him. He responded with all evidence of pleasure, Qui-Gon’s glowing apprentice, with his sweet eyes and soft mouth, his voice quaking each time he gasped out master, and each echo of his title reminded Qui-Gon of why he should not be touching, kissing, taking.

But there were no better options. The alternative was to allow Obi-Wan to be stolen, taken and hurt, mistreated. And Qui-Gon found that he could not do that, that, faced with the choice, he could not help but take the other option available.

He held Obi-Wan close, once they were connected, Obi-Wan trembling in his arms, emotions spilling everywhere. He knew it had been close to too much, despite all his efforts. He nuzzled kisses against Obi-Wan’s temple, stroking gentling touches over his skin, a small, selfish part of him wanting nothing more than to remain as they were.

He wanted, and kept on wanting after they got off planet, kept on wanting as Obi-Wan’s signature in the Force shifted with the onset of the nausea, and he realized, fully, the extent of what he’d done.

He thought of the hazel-eyed girl and ground his teeth together.

The Force, he thought, always had it’s way sooner or later, no matter what they did or thought.

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Qui-Gon did not need Mace to lecture him about his inappropriate desires. He knew perfectly well they were there, had been purposefully setting them to the side since Thulviol VII. He had not taken Obi-Wan to bed, back in the Temple, had not drawn him close when they had time to do things properly, the way that Obi-Wan had deserved. 

He worked, tirelessly, to keep his wants inside his own head, doing all he could to ensure they did not burden his apprentice who… who he knew did not share them all. Obi-Wan’s emotions did not flare hotly in his direction.

Qui-Gon sensed no on-going attraction, which was, perhaps, a blessing.

He did not know what he would have done if Obi-Wan had wanted him, in such a fashion. He was left to swallow the guilt of what he’d already done, already taken, the pressure of feeling it to be the will of the Force weighing down on him even further.

He did not know why the Force would request such a thing, not when it left him aching inside with regret and sorrow.

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He had known for years that Xanatos had followed a dark and terrible path. But he had always hoped that perhaps, it was not too late. That his old apprentice would find his way back to the light. That Qui-Gon would welcome him back to his senses and the Order, that…

Xanatos left Obi-Wan bleeding and alone, dying as his life blood spilled from him with the tangle of the Force that had surrounded their child. He was barely alive by the time Qui-Gon found him, murmuring nonsense about chasing after Xanatos, as though Qui-Gon would leave him.

Qui-Gon poured the Force down into him, more than he would have risked for anyone else, uncaring what it did to him, what cost he’d have to pay later. He could not bear the idea of Obi-Wan dying, could not accept it.

And so he held Obi-Wan, held him tightly as Obi-Wan’s presence in the Force wavered, and refused to let go.

#

And, after, he went and found Xanatos.

He ended up watching an apprentice die, anyway.

#

Obi-Wan felt empty, when Qui-Gon returned, the light gone from behind his eyes, though he made a good show of healing. Qui-Gon gave him space, watched his friends rally around him, and kept his own pain as close to his mind as possible.

Obi-Wan had, he knew, suffered enough.

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Hey Kali!!! Any chance you’d be down to make a Sith!Obi-Wan rec list? Obvs there’s a ton of fics from this past Codywan week, but just curious if you’ve seen any other Sith!Obi fics! :) Thank uuuu!!!

Hello Anon!!!! I'm sorry to say that I accidentally deleted your other ask about what ship you wanted, but don't worry! I did read it before I deleted it lol.

Also, I wanted to get this up yesterday, but I...had kind of a rough day because of work. I'm not very rested, but I'm feeling much better and I now present to you your list!!!

Oh, you've probably read all of these. I don't have too many codywan sith Obi-Wan fics at the moment. LMAO JUST REALIZED THE REASON I DON'T HAVE VERY MANY IS BECAUSE I NEVER GOT TO BOOKMARKING ALL THE CODYWANWEEK SITH AU FICS SO THERE'S THAT

That being said, I did rec a few of this years fics, which I realize you mentioned in the ask....lol whoops. I'm also saying that you should read all of the sith au fics from the event.

There are also a few that aren't codywan at the very end. I listed the ship (if it has one) if you're interested.

Oh, and I didn't put any spicy fics in this rec list!!! If I did, and didn't realize it, I'm so sorry.

A Beast Among Bookends; or, How to Domesticate Your Feral Librarian by @the-writing-mill A separation and a tumble on a mission leads Obi-Wan Kenobi down a different path in life.

Years later, during the clone wars, the 212th is sent to take out Darth Libri after failed attempts by both the CIS and Republic to sway him to their sides. The mission does not go well.

But if Cody choosing to stay with the vode's nightmare for a bit can spare his brothers, well... that's not really a choice, is it?

Limited By The Light by @wanderingjedihistorian After watching the missile come so close to killing Cody, Obi-Wan is done. He welcomes the Dark and all the power it brings. He won't be limited by the light any longer. It is time for the war to end.

What came after by @galateagalvanized “Are you all the Council sent, then?” Bo-Katan asks, swinging one leg over the speeder’s seat. Her voice is raspy, and Cody wonders if it’s from smoke inhalation. “Considering they wouldn’t help with the first Sith, I guess I should be glad for any help at all with the second.”

It's the first time he's heard someone use that word to describe Kenobi, and he bristles.

“We’re not here on behalf of the Council, Miss Kryze. We're here for our general.”

Or: Everyone has a breaking point. That includes Obi-Wan.

That includes Cody.

No End in Sight by TreeOfTime Commander Cody serves under General Jinn in the Clone Wars. Since the very beginning a mysterious Sith has been plaguing near victories of the Republic and ripping them out of their grasp. Commander Cody isn't sure what his purpose is or what his intentions are but when they finally meet on the battlefield, things go wrong and he must face this opponent alone.

oh how unreasonably in love I am by @buckytheboss “Hello there,” Obi-wan Kenobi said to him, not even looking in his direction. The Sith was laying in the grass, hands behind his head, and copper hair spread in the grass around him. He turned to face him, and somehow it surprised Cody that his eyes were yellow. That’s just how Sith were, he’d been told. But it seemed…. wrong.

On Reasonable Terms by @wanderingjedihistorian Prince Cody of Mandalore captured the Sith Emperor's interest the first time he saw him in battle. Obi-Wan is only mortal and can't resist making Cody return to Coruscant with him as part of Mandalore's surrender. It is perhaps both the best, and the most foolish, thing he has ever done.

Fallen (series) (jangobi) by @thebisexualmandalorian

Polaris (series) (rexobi) by @bluemaskedkarma What if Obi-Wan Kenobi never went to Bandomeer? What if, instead, he got on a different ship? Those steps set into motion an entirely different future, one where he takes on different names until an unlikely friend gives him one that sticks--Red. All he wanted was to help those in need, but somewhere along the way he became the one who needs. Who will help him?

You Shall Become (Me) by jedipati The Guardian of the Sith Temple doesn’t particularly care for the new breed of Sith, for all that they’ve been around for 1,000 years. But they’re the only Sith the Guardian knows about. Until one day…

Alternately, "How to accidentally join the Sith without really trying."

Changing Fate (quiobi) by @robinasnyder Obi-Wan is the worst Sith in history, only kept alive because of his close relationship with Darth Maul. He begins getting visions from a young age where he became a strong, upstanding Jedi, everything he ever wanted. So when he comes face to face again with the Master who rejected him and sent him off to the nightmare he's been trapped in, Obi-Wan is willing to take a chance. After all, even if he died, his life couldn't get any worse.

[sanerontheinside]

Excerpt for QuiObi AU Week: Pirates

@quiobiauweek 

because I cannot control myself and everything becomes longfic 😔  

jail, jail for one thousand years for saner! 

“Did I hear correctly? You’re not going to sail to Providence Island to help your fellow pirates take back their haven?”

The pirate before him didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. “I find myself sorely lacking inclination,” said Jinn. “And it’s rather bold of you to assume that all of us pirates are somehow brothers in arms.”

“No. Still, I might at least assume you would be united by a common goal,” Obi-Wan mused. “Refusing assistance to Bane and the other pirates of Providence would run counter to your interests, in the long term.”

“That so?” Jinn stared at him, eyes bright with mirth. “And what are my interests?”

“You wanted Providence to become an independent republic,” Obi-Wan hazarded. It was a guess, but it gave Jinn pause, so Obi-Wan suspected it was somewhat correct. “You need havens in these waters, pirate-friendly places. If nothing else, you might be able to hold a tentative union among the various pirate crews long enough to ensure it.” 

Jinn smiled outright now, leaning back against the heavy oak desk behind him. “What are you, lad? A diplomat’s son? With a silver tongue like that, it’s a wonder you’ve been exiled here, to the far side of the world.” 

Obi-Wan, against his better judgement, nearly bristled at the words. 

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me anything,” Qui-Gon soothed. “I imagine it’s just as likely that silver tongue scared somebody shitless, and they had you removed before you could do more damage to their reputation.”

Obi-Wan tried to keep his face blank, his posture relaxed. He did not want to give anything away, but Jinn’s guess was preternaturally accurate. Aside from the bit about being a diplomat’s son, anyway. 

“As for becoming a pirate republic—I don’t have much interest in it. It’ll all come down like a house of cards in the end. You think these cutthroats will agree to working together for any longer than a month?” 

“They might,” Obi-Wan hazarded. “Providence Island has some of the finest living conditions as a vital point of trade. Fresh meat, fresh goods. An emancipated people. England has its eye on you now, though. It won’t last.”

“Listen,” Jinn snapped, annoyed, “while England was at war with Spain, we weren’t a problem. So long as pirates were out here harrying Spanish ships, nobody gave a damn.” 

“Well,” Obi-Wan pointed out, “we are no longer at war.” He carefully did not mention they were perhaps poised at the brink of another. 

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Would you care to guess how many of my boys are formerly of the Royal Navy? Or how many were on merchant crews? Do you think they joined up with pirates to escape a good life and good wages?” Jinn asked acidly. “Dangerous as this life is, piracy certainly pays better.” 

“When the hunting is good.” Obi-Wan couldn’t help needling the man. 

But to his surprise, his little taunt had quite the opposite effect: Jinn leaned toward him, grinning, resembling nothing so much as a triumphant predator. “Oh,” the pirate said, voice so low it shot right through Obi-Wan’s spine, “I’m very good.”

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The Bluebell Line and west of the west trees

Double Header Title: The Bluebell Line and west of the west trees  Author: LittleLynn Fandom: Star Wars Word Count:  11,459 and  5,059 Ship:  QuiObi 

Summary:  

The Bluebell Line 

Obi-Wan was feeling foolish. He had lived by the forest for his entire life, the idea of getting lost in it after two decades was absurd, yet here he was, walking around in circles, unable to find his way.

west of the west trees

A blight on the crops, for the second year running, had been too much for anyone to bear, and certainly too much for Obi-Wan’s heart as he watched the children of the village begin to thin and struggle. So he had gone into the forest, west of the west trees where no one was supposed to go, and he had sought out the fae that lived there, the one that was whispered of in every settlement bordering the Brackenwood. 

Love Letter: I can't recommend LittleLynn enough. Their grasp of pacing and characterization makes it clear the thought and time that is poured into writing even the shortest work.  I believe these two should really be read as a set of two very different versions of very similar stories. It's almost like a summer versus a winter version. One where Obi-Wan stumbles into Qui-Gon by being foolish and then chooses to return; while in the other one, Obi-Wan feels like he must go to Qui-Gon and Qui-Gon has no idea what to do with it. One is infinitely warmer than the other, but hey are both beautiful.  I will confess I just finished reading Angela Carter's The Blood Chamber which has a story called "The Erl King" (page 57 and you’re welcome) which has an ending I don't particularly care for. I felt like after reading these two fics that Little Lynn would have written a better ending for "The Erl King" I always enjoy LittleLynn, and really it's the details that make me come back to their writing over and over again. 

Obi-Wan looked up again when he heard another rustling through the trees, something bigger coming his way now. He tried to push the cats behind him, as if he could protect them somehow, completely unarmed and helpless as he was, but they were jumping excitedly, yipping around him and wouldn’t be corralled. Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, wondering if he should have hidden, but then through the trees a voice called.

LittleLynn manages to do so much with Obi's character in a limited space. This section from The Bluebell Line has Obi-Wan. They place him in danger with mentioning a larger thing moving through the forest, but in the same section shows him as being selfless, ready to defend the cats even though he  is lost  in the forest. It's so much characterization work that many writers, even professional ones, skip right over. 

He was finding his way back to his room, though he would prefer the library to be his room, when he saw the flicker of a tall figure disappearing around a corner. His breath catching, Obi-Wan ran to catch up, his feet somehow noiseless on the earthen ground, the corridor seemed to yawn out in front of him, moving but never closing the space between them. He pushed himself, and finally the figure came into view, the strong, broad back, long brown hair, big hands hanging at his sides, a stately stature amid the trees, made them look timid and small.

This passage from west of the west trees again is doing that heavy lifting that makes LittleLynn such a wonderful writer to spend time with. The sense in this passage is one of struggling and not receiving the feedback you need to feel like you are actually getting anywhere. The lack of sound, the lack  of visual, and at this point in the story, Obi-Wan is so....overwhelmed with loneliness that finally seeing the figure for a moment is monumental. It's something I can't convey here with only this passage, but trust it's something that LittleLynn builds and builds so this small sentences feels like a huge payoff.  If you’ve enjoyed this fanfiction love letter, please feel free to reblog so that others might enjoy the talents of our fan communities. If you have read this fic (or the other one) and would like to share why you love it, please go to to their story to ensure they see your praise and appreciation. And of course, if this fanfiction love letter inspired you to read this fic, I’d love to know. Feel free to recommend any fic that you feel I might like or that needs a love letter.

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Chapters: 32/? Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, Star Wars, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Yoda, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CC-2224 | Cody, Garen Muln, Padmé Amidala, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Mace is Obi-Wan’s Master, Yoda is always meddling, Angst with a Happy Ending, Qui-Gon is broken, mention of violence, Anakin is a sweet kiddo, quiobi ,Shmi is my ultimate Creche mom, With Love there is always hope, Sith Qui-Gon, Darth Acheros, Protective Cody, Jango makes a great dad, Minor Cody/Rex, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Panic Attacks, Mental Health Issues

Obi-Wan had never known that a human form could twist into that position as he exited the fresher and glimpsed over at Qui-Gon’s sleeping form. The towering body had contorted and wrapped in on itself as if it could shield him from the mysterious shadows. It had remained a sleepless night for Obi-Wan. His bondmate had spent half the evening on the edge of tears and the rest of it trying to battle the nightmares. Obi-Wan wanted to step into the council chambers and scream that he would never leave Qui’s side ever again, but it had remained a futile thought. Both gentlemen understood that they were Jedi first, no matter how their souls ached to be separated.

Obi-Wan approached the sleeping man; his towel clung to his skin, scarcely above his hips. He was still exhausted, but he had a scheduled debriefing with Master Yoda in several hours, therefore slipping back into the sheets with Qui-Gon was pointless. Perhaps he should move outside onto the balcony for some meditation, but he didn’t stir. His eyes couldn’t sway from the tense figure, pressed against a body cushion, and he ached to make everything better. A pitiful whimper tore the Knight from his thoughts; shuffling swiftly to the sleep couch he spread his fingers tenderly over Qui-Gon’s sweating brow. “It’s ok my love,” Obi-Wan murmured, pushing a small force suggestion over their bond to ease nightmare to dream.

“Is he going to be okay?” The timid voice made Obi-Wan rise from the mattress. He had entirely forgotten the brand-new addition to their family. After Qui-Gon had fallen into a fitful slumber, he moved the young boy to the extra bedroom.

“Quint, I’m sorry, but you startled me. It was a difficult night, but he’s back to peaceful dreams.” Obi-Wan clung tightly to the towel and reluctantly turned away from Qui-Gon. “If you will give me a moment to change we can start some tea and breakfast for your Master.”

Glistening green eyes, fixed high within their sockets, were watching affectionately over the figure against the bed. Quint simply nodded to Obi-Wan in return. The child removed himself with haste and started the kettle for their morning tea. He had been so apprehensive about Knight Kenobi’s arrival that he hadn’t slept enough himself. When he awoke with the covers pulled tightly toward his chin he realized that Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon must have carried him to his bunk like a toddler. It wasn’t the first impression that he wanted to display to his master’s other half.

Obi-Wan waited for the door to close behind the boy and lamented at the Jedi Master still dead to the world. “You sure possess a way of making our lives interesting, Qui.” He was startled to find new tunics in his size, inside the closet. Qui-Gon must have transferred his things while he had been absent. This relationship was genuinely happening. It warmed Obi-Wan’s heart to know they would make this journey together. His thoughts drifted to the future but warmed his heart even more. Letting the towel fall from his sides, he dressed quickly and joined Quint in the kitchen.

“The water is almost ready, Sir. Do you,” The child paused for a moment looking back at the fully dressed Knight before continuing. “Do you have a favorite tea?”

“I’m honestly not picky as long as it has a bit of flavor. Whatever you are making for yourself will be fine, Padawan Hawks.” He pulled out a chair and relaxed, watching the young man move around as if he always belonged in these quarters with them. 

“May I ask you a question, Knight Kenobi?” Quint pushed one of the cups to Obi-Wan and sat across the table.

“Only if you call me Obi-Wan or my friends sometimes call me, Ben.” Obi-Wan motioned for the youth to continue as he blew slightly on the warm liquid and took a sip. The shy boy moved his hand gently over the short stubby padawan braid that Master Qui-Gon had started for him. He still felt so unsure when it came to the man sitting before him. “It’s ok Quint; you are free to speak your mind with me.”

“I’m sorry Knight, I mean Obi-Wan, but I have to say that I was very nervous about meeting you.” Quint fiddled with the spoon still inside his cup. “Will you make me go back to the creche?”

The question shocked Obi-Wan; to the point, he almost spilled his tea all over the new tunics. “Oh, Quint, please would you come here?” The gentleman gestured to his lap and smiled when the boy nearly flew into his arms. “There is one thing that my master taught me a long time ago. Would you like to know what that is?” The child nodded, pushing away a bit to see the Knight’s face. “Master Windu taught me long ago to expect the unexpected and embrace new friends whenever you have the chance. I know right now you are unsure of your place in our household, but you are now a padawan to my bondmate. That means that you are as much a part of this family as Qui-Gon and me.”

“Is there tea for me?” They both shifted to see Qui-Gon’s blood-shot eyes staring at them. Quint squirmed from Obi-Wan’s lap and quickly made another cup and passed it to his master. “Thank you, my padawan.” The title fell quickly from his lips.

“You look dreadful, Qui. Did you sleep at all while I was gone?”

“You fret too much. I’m fine now that I have both of you here.” He ruffled Quint’s blond locks and leaned over to Obi-Wan to press a soft kiss to the lips that called to him.

Obi-Wan returned the loving kiss, knowing it was as much of a welcome back as a request to move on to other subjects. “I have a debriefing in about an hour with Master Yoda. The mission went about as well as we could expect when slavers are concerned. I swear, if I never see that planet again it will be too soon.” They continued for the next fifteen minutes, Obi-Wan telling them both the ins and outs of his mission. It felt pleasant to relax together and chat, without the weight of the galaxy on their shoulders. They were starting to feel like a life together was an actual possibility.

Obi-Wan pushed out the chair and placed his mug in the sink, leaning against it for a moment, looking at the table. This internal chatter would be their life now, morning tea and conversations replacing Sith plots and assassination attempts. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his dried lips. “I better get going, or Master Yoda will beat me with his gimmer stick. I will see you after your Healer’s appointment, okay?”

Qui-Gon started to admit he hadn’t been to see Healer Kachiu for a while but nodded his head instead. He watched Obi-Wan begin to leave the kitchen pulling him back into a tight embrace. “I’m glad you made it back safely. Meet us in the salles for practice later?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Obi-Wan let go of the embrace to reach up on his tiptoes and place a light peck upon his giant’s nose. “I love you,” the words were whispered to Qui-Gon before he exited their quarters.

The rest of the day had been filled with mundane tasks by Qui-Gon, Quint, and Obi-Wan. The master and padawan had to visit the master at arms to requisition new padawan tunics and gear. Every time Qui-Gon visited with the quartermaster it was an event, the older man always made the master regale him with stories of past missions. Quint’s stomach started to gurgle with noises after the third story, and it pried the master’s attention away from his enthralled audience.

“I thought we’d never get to eat!” The boy laughed as he ran into the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and heading straight into the shortest line.

“Forgetting to water and feed your padawan, I hope you are not?” Qui-Gon glanced down and smiled at Master Yoda. “Growth spurt, I expect there is.” They both chuckled at that and took a seat at an empty table away from the racket of the crechlings. “Well, your other half has done on his mission but worried he still is for you. Sleeping he says you haven���t.”

Checking to make sure his padawan was still filling his plate with food. Qui-Gon looked over at the master and sighed. “I’m fine, Master Yoda.”

“Fine, you are not!” Their voices rose, and everyone around them had stopped to stare. “Not sleeping we all can see. Obi-Wan spoke of nightmares…” The words trailed off as the Knight in question appeared next to them.

“Am I interrupting?” Obi-Wan tried to get everyone to mind their own business by shooting them an irritated glance. Qui-Gon stood up upon Obi-Wan’s arrival and glared at the man. “Qui?”

“If you could allow Quint to sit with you during mid-meal I would appreciate it. I’m going to meditate in the gardens if you even think me competent enough even to do that.” The fury that radiated off the man was making the smallest of toddlers in the room upset. “In fact, why don’t you take Quint for sparring practice, I’m sure you can do a better job.”

“Qui-Gon, what is wrong?” Obi-Wan tried to stand up and grab Qui-Gon’s arm only to have it snatched away from him.

The eyes that stared back at him weren’t rational. They weren’t the passionate crystal blue that Obi-Wan had come to adore. They were tinted with a pale yellow. “You are what’s wrong! You told me you had a meeting with Yoda, but you didn’t mention that it was to give him an update on my well-being. I’ll leave you all to continue with your gossiping behind my back.” Qui-Gon used his long legs to carry him away from those confused storm grey eyes.

Quint moved to the table, setting his meal down and starting to turn towards the shut door. “I know it’s hard, Quint, but we must leave him be for now. A growing boy needs his tubers, eat up.” Obi-Wan offered a wane smile that was so fake that even the boy didn’t believe him. “He’s in the temple, and he’ll be ok. Two steps forward and one step back is still progress.” They all sat in silence as the crowds around them moved on with their lives, unphased by their scene.

The gardens were his only solace at the moment, it was a place that he could go, and no one would speak about his past and worry about his future. The garden creatures and the living force didn’t care about his eating and sleeping habits. “Banyan, my old friend, I’m glad that you can’t talk. I understand they are all concerned about my well-being, but I feel like they are all waiting with baited breath for me to fail. It’s suffocating!” Qui-gon sank to his knees before the tree and felt its life-force wrap tenderly around him like he was a boy again. It didn’t judge his failures it only knew this moment and at this moment it felt safe with the tall man under its canopy.

“I figured I would find you here when I entered the mess hall to see a dejected Obi-Wan and a flustered padawan.” Qui-Gon didn’t even flinch at the familiar voice. "Oh, you pissed at me too?” Cody moved closer to the tree to lean on its still slightly charred trunk.

“I’m not in the mood, Vod.”

“Since when has that stopped me?” The man just smiled and continued as if nothing else mattered. “Qui-Gon Jinn, you are an ass. You’ve always been an ass when it comes to your well-being.”

“You can go back to Obi-Wan and tell him I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” He growled back.

Cody just laughed, “Now we both know you are a liar. I’m not going anywhere, friend. You need someone to tell you the truth, someone that isn’t as close to the situation as Obi-Wan and Quint. You do realize that after just a few days you have already abandoned him to others?”

“I didn’t…”

“The hell you didn’t. The boy looked dejected after you left. He knows that you are still healing, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still a young boy that needs to be reassured of his place in this world. Do you think it shows stability to throw him at Obi-Wan just as he comes back?”

Qui-Gon placed his head into his open palms and started to weep, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more prominent. “Cody, I don’t know what to do. I know you are right, I even know that Obi-Wan is right. I can’t sleep when he’s away; I can’t even function, what kind of Jedi does that make me? What’s worse is that I understand I have to be a master on top of it. I’m already failing that boy. What was I thinking?”

Cody relented and kneeled in front of his old friend, pulling the bearded chin up carefully to stare into his eyes. “You haven’t failed anyone, Qui, except maybe yourself. You’ve spent so much time telling yourself that you are fine, that you won’t consider anything else. You do realize you’ve missed your last three healer appointments?”

“I didn’t,” he paused. “I felt better for a while, but then Obi-Wan was gone.”

“I love you, Qui but when left to your own devices, you do stupid shit. One day, you will be able to cope with everything that has happened to you, but there will always be something that can trigger it again, it’s just the reality of the world we live. You need to get off your knees and go back to the mind healer. Tell them what’s happening, they are here to help you.” Cody jumped to his feet once more and rested his hand on Qui-Gon’s shoulder before exiting back the way he came.

“In or out, but make up your mind sometime today.” The gruff voice called out from within the office. Qui-Gon shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath before deciding to enter finally. “I was wondering if you even remembered that I was still here. Would you like to explain why you canceled your appointments?” Healer Kachiu sat back in the chair and stared at the man before him.

“I’m sorry. It was pointed out to me by a friend that it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Well you have a brilliant friend, perhaps you will continue to listen to them?” The healer motioned for the master to sit in the chair across from him and gave a weak smile. “Qui-Gon, I’ve already spoken to the council and Obi-Wan. However, I was waiting for you to come to me. It’s the only way that you will finally start the healing process. No one can force you; you have to be ready to participate. Tell me, are you truly ready?”

Qui-Gon swallowed his pride and bowed his head to stare at the bare floor. It was a question he had asked himself many times but was he closer to an answer now? He was about to open his mouth when he felt both reassurance and comfort from both of his bonds. He had lashed out in anger and fear, but they had responded with faith and love. He had much to continue learning that he was sure about. “I am ready, Kachiu. I am ready.”

[kettish]

Current prompts:

skyywalkerfen: Since you asked ... ;-)   Tell me what happened between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when Qui is finally well enough/stable enough to return home from Naboo.

skyywalkerfen: Or ... tell us what happened when Obi gave Qui back his lightsabre. (My note: ...who says he does? I’d make that fool go get himself a new one for being epic levels of stupid!)

sanerontheinside: hmmm... prompts, you say... welp ok QuiObi bedsharing + cuddling for warmth mashup? :D  Addendum: (I probably failed to mention it because my brain is, in fact, made of cheese, but I would very much also not mind nsfw with the bed sharing and cuddles) (sry) (completely Swiss cheese 🧀 )

punsbulletsandpointythings: Oooh prompts? How about some scenario where Obi is talking to/hitting on someone, and that someone happens to be Qui-Gon, but Obi-Wan doesn't realize it's him? (My note: this leaves it open for either Qui-Gon to be in disguise, or Obi-Wan to be impaired. Can’t figure out which one is funnier.)

kettish’s ideas:

SkySolo take on “Courtship of Princess Leia,” wherein Han realizes he was dating Leia due to ingrained homphobia when actually he’s in love with Luke. Cue angst and romance ridden dash across Dathomir complete with rancors and dark Force users. (This will be a longer project that I’ll work on around other smaller prompts.)

ficlet/character study: Luke isn’t a bunny--he’s a coyote: lean, hungry, best in a pack, able to adapt anywhere and to anything. Luke would be the coyote on the subway, or going into the convenience store to hide in the fridge on a hot day. He’s the kind of coyote that navigates New York City in the dead of night.

Short fic where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are on a mission and are deprived of their pair bond, therefore they have to resolve relationship problems with...gasp! THEIR WORDS

Short fic with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon featuring breathplay, side helping of size kink. I mean, Jedi can go without breathing for a long time, but it’s not really submitting if they use that ability, is it? Qui-Gon strikes me as the recipient, as someone who likes having a bit of an edge to his submission, whereas Obi-Wan as a sub would be more into restraints and relinquishing control. (Only allowed to eat, drink, and piss on command, anyone?)

(Yeah, sue me, I’m a kinky bitch.)

[msu82]

Nothing Like a Sex Party

An early birthday present for @markwatnae! Like... a month early. Better early than late. Will probably make more.

NOTICE: This story is NOT nsfw. It is very sfw.

There’s QuiObi if you squint, but I do admit it is heavily implied.

Tip-toe. Tip-toe.

Slowly... and steady....

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe. Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe.

Don't get too excited. Protect your Force essence from being felt.

Her padawan had said she'd be studying with them that day, but she could smell a cover from a mile away. Especially if it involved Qui-Gon. That man helping Senior Padawans study? Especially if one of them wasn't his? Not likely, for that man had been a terror to study for himself at that age.

Wait for it... wait for the right moment....

The woman paused outside the bedroom door of the apart she had... liberally opened without proper permissions. She was quiet, ear pressed and listening as she masked her force presence.

Her breath was near nonexistent, her breath baited as she waited for a sign.

....Squeeeaak-squeeak....

A bed-squeak. A wicked grin spread across the woman's face. With a camcorder in her hand she pressed the button to open the door, jumping into the room with a triumphant yell.

“YOU TWO ARE HAVING SEX!” Jedi Master Tahl of the Jedi Order screamed, camera trained on the bedroom at large to catch the two she had been hunting in the dirty, dirty act.

...But what she found was Senior Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, recently 18 years old, on his bed; with her own senior-level padawan, Bant Eerin, seated next to him; and then Qui-Gon Jinn, her longtime friend and Obi-Wan's Master, seated on the other side of her padawan.

There were holobooks, actual books, tablets, and paper spread about their laps and the bed.

Qui-Gon appeared to have been in the process of stretching, shifting his weight about the bed... and making it inadvertently squeak.

A heavy silence filled the room. The two eighteen-year olds on the bed slight wide-eyed, but Qui-Gon had managed to school his features to a neutral look by the time that Tahl looked at him.

The man would then look over towards his padawan.

“Really? Obi-Wan, why didn't you tell me? I would have put this horrible holobook down.”

The boy, not missing a beat, would deadpan in a somehow 'innocent' tone, “I'm sorry, Master. It must have slipped my mind.”

“And Tahl! Your poor padawan is in here. How could you let her be exposed to such adult deeds? For shame, Master Jedi. For shame.” Qui-Gon quipped, a smirk twitching the edges of his lips as he looked over to his now blushing friend.

“Shut up, you two smartasses.” The woman murmured, burying her face into one of her hands even as she continued to record the entire thing.

Poor, helpless Bant had started to giggle from her seat between the males, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention to the Mon Calamari, and the mentioned boy would let out a dramatic gasp.

“Oh no! Bant get out of the way! Oh no...!” The ginger lunged over the girl's lap, rolling onto his back and poking one of Qui-Gon's knees. “Now we're having sex on top of you! Oh, this is so uncivilized of us. The horror!”

Bant was then completely lost in laughter as Qui-Gon flopped on top of both of the two teenagers, rolling so all of them were on the ground and inducing the hysterics out of Obi-Wan now as well.

Tahl groaned, biting the inside of her cheeks before flopping down over all three.

There was a surprisingly gentle silence to come, the teenagers’ giggles dying down as they managed to be relaxed beneath the weight of their two teachers. The teachers themselves calm as well, having to use the Senior Padawans as makeshift pillows.

“...Are we having an orgy now, Tahl?”

“Qui-Gon!” The woman choked out, dissolving into laughter, and the rest of the group (including the wicked long-haired man who made the comment) fell into laughter again as well.