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Baby Obi-Wan and Quigon

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Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi is “yes to Varactyls, but I can't understand 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 like loth cats” meanwhile I can see Qui-Gon being able to impart a lesson even from this "accident"

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A while ago I met this cute kitten who was staying in a small town where I had a picnic. I have thought many times about wanting to draw a loth-cat ever since! 

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: Will you just take your damn hip meds already! Force, it’s easier to get Anakin to take his vitamins, and he’s ten!

Qui-Gon: *waving his cane at Obi-Wan threateningly* Poison! It’s all poison!

Obi-Wan: Oh my god. You’re turning into your master and grandmaster.

Qui-Gon: Take that back!

Obi-Wan: Take your pills and I’ll consider it.

Qui-Gon: *glares him down while taking his meds*

Obi-Wan: *cheekily* Aww, see, you’re just more like them now. They also take their meds when I bribe them.

Qui-Gon: Disowned. I’m disowning you. Get out.

Obi-Wan: Nah, I’m making you soup. Sit down, you can cuddle with Ani when he gets back from classes.

Qui-Gon: *is suitably bribed by grandpadawan cuddles, as all masters can be* I do this under duress.

Obi-Wan: That’s good enough for me.

[fanfic-obsessed]

We Want That one

This is a Satine/Cody/Obi Wan of a flavor that I have not seen before and hope to see more of. It takes a bit there but I think it will be worth the wait. 

At the end of the mission to Mandalore, Obi Wan decides to stay with Satine and leave the Jedi Order. Now it is important to note this is done with Qui Gon’s full and loving support.  In this one Qui Gon is not a raging asshole with many issues and trauma (Melida/Daan happened and after it did both Qui Gon and Obi Wan were required to go to therapy-both separately and together- before they were allowed to go on mission together again). Also it is important to note that in this one ‘Will of the Force’ is not an excuse Qui gon uses to do whatever the hell he wants. The Force does actually have OPINIONS that it will share with specific Jedi (There is no tie to power, abilities, position, or previous messages for who will get a specific message. There is a tie, though not complete because the Force has other measures that mortals cannot comprehend, between who is making the decision the Force has an opinion on and which Jedi gets the message).  The Force did let both Obi Wans and Qui Gon know that it fully supported Obi Wan leaving the Jedi to be with Satine. 

So Obi Wan returns to the temple to formally leave the Order, get comm codes for people he wants to stay in touch with, and his remaining things from his room.  He is allowed to keep his lightsaber and encouraged to keep his login to the Temple Archives so he could keep learning.  Six months after he returns to Mandalore, he and Satine marry with his Jedi friends and family in attendance. A year after that their son Korkie is born. He and Satine take up the mantle of Duke and Duchess and balance each other well.  Though Satine remains a pacifist, she does not begrudge her husband not being one and the addition of Obi Wan lessens the power of some of her more odious advisers. At some point within the first few years Death Watch attacks and through a series of strange and unfortunate (for Death Watch) both Satine and Obi Wan simultaneously defeat Pre Vizsla and win the Darksaber. They both take on the title of Mandalore jointly and unite the clans. The stabilization of Mandalore goes largely unnoticed by the republic (Including Sidiuous and Plagieus, they both just kind of assumed that everything was going as planned)

Now we come to the Naboo mission, a few years down the line. There is little change to the start, save for the places where we are missing Obi Wan. Qui Gon still ends up, with Padme, on Tatooine and helps free Anakin. The High Council is still leery of Anakin and accepting him. Qui Gon is still adamant that this child must be trained. Padme is still tricked into calling for a vote of no confidence. There does come a change when Qui Gon meets up with Padme again as they conspire to return to Naboo. Qui Gon gets an idea and puts in a call to someone he is sure Padme should talk to immediately. When the call connects, greet the pair on the other end as Duke and Duchess Mand’alor.  The man, Obi Wan, sighs deeply and turns to Padme, and in the driest tone she had ever heard goes, ‘I apologize for Qui Gon. He thinks he’s funny and no one has ever been able to disabuse him of that notion. We can be either called Mand’alor, or duke/duchess, you do not need to call us both’. 

Qui Gon explains what is going on with Naboo and Satine immediately goes to Padme, ‘Oh, you poor thing, we will get you some humanitarian aid immediately, right dear?’  to which Obi Wan agrees. 

Something about the way Qui Gon is now looking amused and mischievous and the way that Satine had said that left Padme, for all that she was a bit on the naive side when it came to galaxy politics (As evidenced by the fact that she did not realize slavery did exist until she faced it directly and that she did really believe that doing what was right drove the Galactic senate), with the belief that there was something more going.

They leave Coruscant and are met, just before reaching Naboo’s system, by a ship full of Mandalorians led by Obi Wan.  He apologizes that Satine could not be there as well, but they tried not to be off planet at the same time, just in case, and Obi Wan was better for this.  

Also as soon as Obi Wan saw Anakin, he felt the immediate and nearly irresistible urge to adopt him (Both the Manda AND the Force had opinions here), only the knowledge that he did not know whose child it was and the fact that Satine would kill him for adopting without her stopped him.  Obi Wan did take a moment to ask Qui Gon why there was a small child going into a warzone. 

Eventually they got down to business. Obi Wan explained that, since Mandalore was not part of the Republic, they could not send an army to help with the Trade Federation’s illegal block (particularly since, officially, no one knew about it).  However, if their old friend Qui Gon (Qui Gon good naturedly protested the ‘Old’. In the same dry tone as earlier, Obi Wan said that they all knew that Qui Gon had been there at the start of the Republic (i.e 25,000 years old), there was no need to lie. Then Obi Wan winked at Anakin, making the boy giggle) happened to mention that Naboo was experiencing a crisis and Mandalore chose to send humanitarian aid, well that was not declaring war on a Republic entity. Of course they would also have to send a security force with their aid workers (Never mind that each aid worker is also a commando) there might be pirates or other dangers along the way.  

Blockaded though Naboo may be, the blockade was not meant to hold up to a platoon of Mandalorians (sorry a group of Mandalorian aid workers with their security escort). They get to the surface, though liberation would take more firepower than they had immediate access to (particularly since they people were dying, thus a time crunch) so Padme negotiates with the Gungans to take back their planet. By the way, as soon as the Mandalorians and the Gungan warrior meet they get along like a house on fire (to the concern of more than a few politicians later). Our core group heads to the Theed palace to end things, while the Mandalorians and the Gungan begin the liberation of the camps (Made easier by the fact that the Naboo had not just been waiting to be rescued, many had been working from within the camps to make things as difficult for their occupiers as possible. At least two of the camps, upon hearing that liberation was incoming, promptly rushed their guards and were in the process of tearing the droids apart when the Gungan/Mando liberation team arrived. It may or may not have done more for Gungan/Naboo relations than anything Padme did).

Obi Wan does go with Qui Gon to battle the Sith. He goes armored, made specifically so that he can fight like a Jedi in it. He also goes armed with the Darksaber and a slugthrower (Obi Wan did indeed bring a gun to a lightsaber fight). While there is a little fighting, long before they reach the power reactor, Obi Wan drops back far enough that he is able to shoot Maul in the knee and they capture the Sith.  Anakin does end up taking out the shield generator (though the ship he ‘accidentally’ acquired was from the Mandalorian ship- where he had been told to stay for the battle; most of the mandos were a little alarmed at the 9 year old in the space battle but making heart eyes at the fact that the was able to hotwire one of their ships to do it).

After the battle Obi Wan calls his wife and introduces her to Anakin, Satine promptly asks ‘when are you bringing our new son home so we can say the adoption vow?’. 

The High council arrive, more willing to admit Anakin (though still reluctant) to find that it is a moot point because Anakin, with Qui Gon blessing (as the Force only said that Anakin needed to be Jedi trained, Obi Wan can do that) was going to be adopted by Obi wan and Satine. Everyone is in agreement that this is actually the best solution (I want it clear that this is not a slight against the Jedi Order, their rules and restrictions are there for a reason and they would have taken Anakin in, but they could all sense that he was ambivalent about it). Everyone parts ways, with a light reminder to Obi Wan Jocasta Nu is waiting semi impatiently to read his most recent paper comparing Jedi historical Force traditions and Mandalorian historical Manda sects (The Manda and the Force both are and are not the same thing). 

As soon as Anakin is adopted, Mandalore has an excuse to go after the Hutts (Frankly some of the more aggressive Mandos were getting restless). Due to the way Mandalorian adoption works, adopting a child effectively adds all of childs relatives (that the kid wants to claim) as the adopters relative as well (essentially adopting Anakin makes Shmi family). Family trees get very complicated on Mandalore very quickly (also all new ways to define relationships). 

There are some changes we should acknowledge before going any further. Obviously Anakin growing up as the oldest son of the leaders of Mandalore has some difference (Korkie-Then aged 5- was ecstatic, he had specifically been asking for an older brother for two years), for all that Obi Wan is also training him in the ways of the force and the Manda. Also Shimi is living with them now. 

There are some political ramifications that come from what could, in the loosest sense, be the Mandalorian invasion of Naboo (as some politicians privately call it) and the fact that the Gungan cities become a prime vacation spot for Mandalorian warriors. It never really goes anywhere, since doing so would mean acknowledging that the Trade Federation also invaded Naboo. 

Padme wanted Naboo to cut ties with the Republic, she was fairly disgusted with the interaction with the senate which was highlighted by how differently the interaction with Mandalor went. This was never going to be allowed to happen (Palpatine’s status as Chancellor depends on Naboo being part of the Republic). This combined with Palpatine's (and other politicians) reactions to the Mandalorians that saved her planet, the continuing mistreatment of the Gungans by some (but much less) Naboo humans, and an unfortunate accident that left Padme as one of the sole survivors of her family mean that Padme does not become a senator. Instead when her term is up she, many of her handmaidens, and the other survivors of her family all move to Mandalore where they maintain a close relationship with the ruling family. 

Padme and Anakin start dating when Anakin is 20. Their relationship is very much different than it was in Canon. For one, they had been friends for years before getting together. They were also not each other’s firsts (both having had romantic/sexual relationships with others prior to getting together). They are also not trying to squeeze too much into too little time as they try to hide from their friends and family, or justify to themselves their quick marriage. Frankly the lack of a war or a secret massacre putting strain on their relationship also helped. 

Satine, Obi Wan, and Shmi never put any restrictions on how long they should be together before getting married, nor could they but it is important that they did not even try. They did highly recommend that, before any action that could be legally binding or have long lasting consequences (like kids) that the pair take at least one trip to the outer rim in a two person ship (the equivalent of taking a road trip together). 

Anakin and Padme get married when Anakin is 22. 

The Clone Wars break out a year later, in much the same way as Canon though obviously with different people in place of Obi Wan, Anakin, and Padme (Everything about the Clone Wars and the Clones is pushed back by four years. The setback is mostly because Maul was captured instead of bisected. Palpatine needed to be more careful for the first few years to make sure his cover was not blown). Though Count Dooku is the leader of the Separatists, he is never revealed to be a Sith.

Mandalore remains largely neutral, though they register an official complaint (that absolutely everyone involved knew would go nowhere) that Jango Fett’s, a Mandalorian, progeny were being effectively enslaved in the GAR. The Republic is able to produce paperwork signed by the late Jango Fett where Fett relinquishes any claim to any clones created using his DNA with the exception of a single unaltered clone (Boba), thus denying the clones automatic Mandalorian citizenship.  Privately Obi Wan contacts the Jedi and tells them that any GAR Clone that wishes to not be fighting for the republic will be welcome on Mandalore, where they can get assistance setting up and where being armored (and thus hiding the most recognizable face in the galaxy) would be perfectly acceptable.  The Jedi do find a way to start funneling clones that want to desert toward Mandalore. Oddly enough it actually decreases the amount of clones that want to leave, there was something about just having the option that made the clones feel like they could stay to protect people, instead of being effectively enslaved to the Republic (and it is indisputably true that innocents are being harmed by the CIS). 

Mandalore does send ‘humanitarian aid’ and their security escorts to any planet that wishes for help. Ryloth annexes itself to Mandalore after the fifth time the Mandalorains were instrumental in repelling yet another CIS invasion before the GAR could arrive (The Twilek of Ryloth do not begrudge the actual soldiers of the GAR. They do understand that it is a big galaxy, they can only protect so many places at once, and the various battalions do not actually get to choose where they are being sent. However they do blame the Politicians of the Republic for the war going on).

Somewhere in the first year of the war a group of Mandalorians find Boba Fett. This group, who had long been close to Obi Wan (and had in fact been part of the group going to Naboo), clock the 10 year old with Jango Fett’s face putting himself in dangerous situations and forcibly bring him to Mandalore,  where Korkie goes ‘Free little brother. For Me! Don’t mind if I do!’ and adopts Boba into the family (for the rest of his life Boba will maintain that there is some form of Captive Syndrome happening, but eventually Boba accepts it). 

During the second year of the War several representatives from the Republic are sent to Mandalore, in theory to encourage Mandalore to join with the Republic for the war but several are also secretly on Palpatine’s payroll and looking to destabilize Mandalore or at least their ability to send people to protect other planets (which is making it difficult to extend the war). They are escorted by Qui Gon Jinn’s battalion (an amalgamation of the 212th and the 501st), accompanied by Qui Gon’s new Padawan Ahsoka.  

The representatives were given the biggest run around that was politically feasible (Which is a lot, every member of the ruling family, their closest advisers, and the escorts are all little shits who knows how to pull off ‘we’ll piss you off and you can’t do anything about it’) led by Boba, who still does not like Jedi very much; even he understands what happened was a battle and not an attack so does not want to be around Qui Gon. Qui Gon and his troopers are greeted like family. 

Satine and Obi Wan, as soon as they catch sight of Commander Cody, go ‘Ooooh Pretty’ (Satine had developed a limited Force Sensitivity after carrying Korkie, enough that she could perceive Force presences and both thought Cody’s force presence was the most beautiful they had ever seen). Qui Gon, who had to suffer from a year on the run with Smitten Padawan Obi Wan and smitten Protectee Satine, immediately recognizes the looks in both their eyes and decides he is too old for this shit. He ignores all of it to go play flirt with Shmi (neither he nor Shmi are actually interested in each other and they know it. Qui Gon has not been attracted to anyone other than Tahl and in this one Shmi is very much a Lesbian. They both enjoy flirting and are glad they have someone they can do it with without giving the wrong idea).

I am torn between if I want Padme and Anakin to immediately do the same thing to Rex (‘oooh pretty’), or if I want Anakin to look at Padawan Ahsoka and go ‘oh she’s little sister shaped’ and immediately try to adopt her (Between Anakin and Korkie rampant big brother instincts, the logical consequences of Satine and Obi Wan having a healthy sex life, and the Mandalorian adoption gene- Satine comes by it honestly, no is sure how Obi Wan managed to inherit it- the ruling family of Mandalore has something like 15 children; Anakin is still the oldest). 

The negotiations start and the Duke and Duchess of Mandalore absolutely insist that Commander Cody be there through every step of it. It is in part because they are being little shits toward the representatives(all of whom had been vocal in the belief that the clones were not sentient) and making them flinch whenever one or the other goes ‘And what do you think, Cody, dear?’ It is also so the Duke and Duchess can flirt, heavily and obviously, with Cody the entire time he is there. 

Cody is a bit baffled, since he is not usually the person drawing attention (both for dehumanizing  reasons and Cody is oblivious reasons), but does enjoy the flirting. He also returns the interest in Obi Wan and Satine. Three of the eight representatives began to ask his opinion on their own somewhere around day three. 

At the two week mark, working in tandem, Obi Wan and Satine spring the trap that they had been weaving since the beginning (Cody had been warned what they were doing, and they made sure he was in agreement-which he would have been even if he had not been attracted to the other two, just for the benefits to his brothers). For two weeks they manipulated the representative, and in turn the senate, to get those representatives an unprecedented amount of power in treaty making (Since part of the treaty process, particularly with something like a senate involved, is ratifying the treaty in which the negotiators take it back to the people in charge to agree, there is a vote and all that). Basically anything these representatives agree to is binding, law within the republic, no restrictions on what they can agree to. No one in the senate realized that these eight now had that power, that they had given them that power. Now Obi Wan and Satine led the representative around by the nose until they were agreeing to all sorts of things. Things like the clones of Jango Fett, and clones in general, would be recognized by the sentience of their species (with which comes all kinds of rights and responsibilities on the part of the senate to clones). They also convince the representatives to seal the new treaty with Commander Cody's hand in marriage (incidentally making all of the Fett Clones Mandalorian citizens). It should be noted that the reason these representatives agreed to that was that they, personally, would receive the bulk of the bride price for Cody (the final price was actually higher than the republic bought him for in the first place, Cody was very proud).

In addition Mandalore does not quite join the republic, the agreement is to take control of the GAR to fight for the republic. It is worded in such a way that the Jedi are given a choice (thus they can send the children home), a number stay with their battalions but some are also able to be called back from the field. The GAR naval officers, the natborns, were to be replaced by Mandalorian officers. The few officers that wished to would need to sign up with the Mandalorians (there were a few that wanted to continue serving with the Clones). One of the concessions from the Duke and Duchess was that, though back pay would be handled by the senate, pay for the GAR going forward would come from Mandalore(the reason that the representatives agreed to let Mandalore take over the GAR, they felt quite proud of themselves). Without knowing it this also derails the Orders on the chips, since Palpatine is no longer in the chain of command, no matter what title he does or does not take. 

Three months after the Chancellor’s office stopped being in the loop for the war, the CIS and the Republic sue for peace. Sitting across from each other on a neutral world but publicly broadcasted throughout the galaxy are Count Dooku and Chancellor Palpatine with Mand’alor Obi Wan Kenobi there to mediate. Dooku and Palpatine have too much on each other to reveal that the other is a secret Sith (not without the assurance of victory, which they do not have).  They are forced to play this as if they are both well meaning leaders trying to do what is best for their people, as neither has an army backing them any more (The GAR is now Mandalorian and they have destroyed the droid army). Obi Wan wants to get home to his spouses (Satine was pregnant again, while they would love any and all children equally, Obi Wan was hoping that the little one would be born with Cody’s features).

I cannot emphasize enough that Obi Wan does not know he is sitting with two Sith who, if they thought they could get away with it, would kill him and subjugate the galaxy. He honestly does think that the other two are doing their best (He knows as a leader himself that sometimes a leader will make unpopular or not understandable choices for the betterment of their people-because they had bad information or because of their own prejudices).  

Two Sith are forced to negotiate a peace they do not want because not negotiating (or stalling) would be so obvious as to give them away and if they are exposed now the entire plan is for nothing. 

They are not down and out yet, but it is not far off. Their plans are derailed, and the person who did it never even noticed. 

And I think that is the ending both of them truly deserve.

[pararararablof]

Padawans

[shy-daredevil]

[sanerontheinside]

Written for the QuiObi Writing Server's Reclaim the Tag challenge, our answer to the influx of pornbots in our home tags. Prompt by the lovely @luvvewan, from angst dialogue prompts: "Why are you asking me this?" [ao3 link]

“You should take the boy,” Obi-Wan said. His voice was hoarse and strained, damaged by the acrid smoke of Mustafar. Choked with grief. Quiet, both in their cabin and in the Force: Obi-Wan was very careful not to wake the youngling in his arms. “You’ll take him, won’t you? Get him to the Lars family?”

Qui-Gon suppressed a shudder. His eyes still stung, and he felt as though his tongue and throat and lungs had been coated with ash—dry, grating. Worse than that was the chill that crept up his spine as he imagined taking Luke from Obi-Wan’s arms and turning away from him. It seemed to him that Obi-Wan was barely there as it was. That if Qui-Gon took the child from him, he would be taking away the only tether that held Obi-Wan in this Moment. 

He couldn’t bear the thought of it. After all they’d lost in one horrible, nightmarish day, after all the surreal emptiness—this, Qui-Gon knew, would break him. 

Obi-Wan looked up sharply, as if he’d sensed Qui-Gon’s doubts. “You’ll take him to them?”

Qui-Gon cocked his head, and stalled for time. “Why are you asking me this? Where will you be?” 

You know where they are, Qui-Gon almost said, and I don’t. But he didn’t voice that problem either. It seemed so unimportant, after all, when all he could see in front of him was the fading silhouette of his former Padawan, dissolving away into a cloud of Tatooine dust. 

Obi-Wan had walked away from him many times in the course of their years together. Qui-Gon had always known Obi-Wan would be well without him—until now. 

Now, Obi-Wan was staring at a point on the wall just to the left of his shoulder, chewing thoughtfully at his lower lip. His brow furrowed. “I—he must be hidden, kept safe.” 

“He is not safer with me than he is with you,” Qui-Gon said softly. 

“Of course he is,” Obi-Wan snapped, his eyes coming suddenly, brilliantly alive—though he was still careful not to wake the boy. “I already failed A-An—” for a second Obi-Wan seemed to choke, and shook his head. “His father. I will not fail him, too.”

Qui-Gon’s heart squeezed painfully. “He needs you, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan’s laugh was dry and mirthless; it cut Qui-Gon to the bone to hear the desolation in it. “I am the last thing he needs. I—I can’t—” 

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut. His hands clenched on the blanket, turning a bright, bloodless white. 

Qui-Gon moved without thought, crossing the cramped cabin to wrap an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders and drawing him into the circle of his arms. Obi-Wan buried his face in Qui-Gon’s shoulder, gasping. 

“How could I have been so blind?” Obi-Wan whispered. “How could I miss—he was—”

“Shh,” Qui-Gon whispered. “The Moment, Obi-Wan. You can’t change what is past.” 

A ragged gasp burst from him. “No. But the Moment is…”

Qui-Gon sighed and nuzzled against his hair, pressing the lightest of kisses to the crown of his head—because he couldn’t bear not to, and didn’t dare to do anything more than that. “I know.”

The Force was jarringly, horribly silent around them. Empty, burnt-out. 

“Stay with me, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon whispered. “I need you.”

Obi-Wan sobbed once, a ragged sound. But the fight seemed to have gone out of him, and he didn’t argue. 

Qui-Gon simply held him, slipping an arm around Luke between them. For a moment it was tempting to imagine they were simply two people with a youngling to care for. That Obi-Wan was his to care for just as much as Luke was. 

“That’s not possible,” Obi-Wan whispered into his collar. 

Qui-Gon buried a kiss in his hair and shook his head. “Then just let me have this?”

Obi-Wan huffed. “I’d give you the world, if only it was in my power.”

Qui-Gon sighed, and nuzzled against his temple. “Just having you here,” he whispered. “I don’t need anything else.”

[antheiasilva]

Something unbelievable happened this week.

A few months ago @mythrilthread  wrote to me asking if they could make a hand bound book of my fanfiction, three stories After the War, Water and Sunlight and Invitation, approx 85,000 words, as a gift for their close friend @lootthecoyote who is a longtime and fabulous reader of mine.

And they asked WOULD I LIKE A COPY as an author gift?

Of course I said yes.

The volume arrived this week! And I am BLOWN AWAY.

No lie, I cried.

Above are photos of the absolutely masterpiece of bookbinding art. Everything about the object is completely unbelievable - the cover, the art, the layout. It's bound with teal thread! Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's lightsabers line the top of the pages, facing each other no less. The original abstract art is on point.

I don't know if I'll ever publish a book, but it was SO moving to see this work in print. Even more than my phd dissertation, which, honestly, was not the labour of love this fanfic was.

I feel so seen and appreciated, all warm and fuzzy and full of awe.

Fandom is a magical place!

May the Force be with you @mythrilthread and @lootthecoyote

It is a dream come true to write for readers like you.

[its-not-a-pen]

Weekend at Omelas (0.1) Some behind the scenes stuff where Qui-Gon and Gabbro grab a drink.

Bang! Gabbro slammed the crystal decanter of Corellian whisky onto the counter. Bang! Bang! Bang! He lined up two matching antique tumblers, a bucket of ice and a small silver hammer--all with far more force than necessary. Being on the edge of a mental break-down was no excuse to let standards slip. Many things had been said about Maffic Gabbro over the course of his long career--most of them not fit for print-- but a poor host was not one of them. 

“You don’t mind if I have some of these nuts, do you?” The blasted Jedi materialised next to him, holding a golden hand-beaten bowl. He was still wearing the cheap suit, having done away with the stiff collar and neck-tie. He looked like a pile of dirty laundry and the sight of him slouching in Gabbro's pristine office sent a fresh spike of rage through the Ornithian.

“Help yourself.” Gabbro said through gritted teeth, hammering at the block of ice so violently little crystals went flying into the Jedi’s hair. Gabbro didn’t bother to ask how the damn monk managed to find his secret stash of snacks, another one of their silly tricks, no doubt. 

“Shanks, i mished breakfesh,” the Jedi said indistinctly. “I had to attend peace talks in the Aldarni sector and there were no fly-through restaurants nearby-- Care for a bite, Sir? It’s not healthy to drink on an empty stomach.” 

Gabbro knocked back a shot of straight whisky in response, his beak clicking and clacking loudly against the crystal tumbler. It was a severe breach in protocol for the host to drink before the guest and Gabbro got just the smallest bit of vindictive pleasure out of it. 

The Jedi shrugged and made a small lifting gesture “to dry cups."

He took a long, slow slip without grimacing or asking for ice. An experienced drinker, Gabbro noted. These monks weren’t as clean-cut as they liked to appear. -----------------

“You’re what, twenty five at the most?” Gabbro slurred, glaring somewhat unsteadily at the human. “Did the Jedi order snatch you right out of kindergarten or something?”

The Jedi smiled and adopted that vague air when he was trying to redirect the conversation. “Others far younger than me have achieved more. As I recall, you were only twenty seven when you became CFO of Asthenos Energy.” 

“You’ve certainly done your research.” Gabbro muttered into his empty glass. He fumbled for the decanter, only to find it on the other side of the table. Curious. He couldn't recall putting it there.

“I find people like yourself very interesting.”

“You’ve already won, Jedi.” Gabbro snapped. “You can dispense with the brown-nosing.”

“Qui-Gon.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, Sir and you will address me as such.” Gabbro looked up and found the Jedi--Qui Gon Jinn's--serious grey eyes boring into him like a drill. His soft, measured voice would not have been out of place in a courtroom or battlefield. “You may also call me Knight Jinn if it suits you--and to answer your question; no, that was not a compliment.”

For a moment Gabbro could do nothing but glare at him, mortally offended and more than a little intimidated. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that–-finally, he forced out a loud cackle, bristling his crest in a showy display of bravado that was probably lost on the human. 

“At last, the rancor shows his teeth! Yes…this suits you better.” Gabbro couldn't stop the honest admiration from bleeding into his hatred. “Gods, I was a fool for not seeing it sooner. I can't believe I really thought you were nothing but an ordinary, simpering fool. This is who you really are.”

“I’m not that good of an actor, Sir, you were just blind. All it took was a cheap suit and a Jedi Knight was invisible to you.”

Gabbro ignored the jab. “You’re wasting your potential. These monks clearly don't value you or else they wouldn't leave you so coarse and unrefined. I mean, look at you! You're dressed like a small-claims lawyer and talk like a nerfherder, yet even now you could silence a whole room with one word. If I put you in a proper suit, got you some diction lessons, and brought you in front of my board you’d put the best of them to shame. If those fools on Coruscant had any brains at all you’d be leading armies and bending the ears of kings, not wasting your time on this do-gooder nonsense."

“I've always found kings to be rather tiresome.” Qui Gon replied with a wry smile, “and I’d prefer the company of fools over yours.”

He said it so gently and matter-of-factly Gabbro did not immediately realise he had been insulted.

------------- we're roasting Gabbro and his pathetic one-sided hatecrush in the discord. qui gon deserves a "sworn enemy" as a treat.

----------------- Notes:

"to dry cups" is a transliteration of the Japanese toast [Kanpai]. Since the jedi are space samurai, I like to think a little piece of human tradition managed to survive the eons. It's also the same in Chinese [gan bei] :)

I don't think I've talked about this before, but I really enjoy linguistics and i LOVE reading translated books. I think the best translations are ones that are obviously foreign, something that allows you to "see the thought patterns" of another culture. My star wars stories are deliberately "foreignised" to make it seems like it was written in a different language and then translated into English. The easiest way is to avoid slang and deconstruct loan words e.g. [cigarette= nicotine stick] (but I kept cigarillo because it has connotations of wealth and prestige). I also incorporated the "run-on sentences" of French romantic authors and when in doubt, I throw in some Chinese proverbs and reverse-order sentences. "Silence a whole room with one word" is as close as I could get to 一鸣惊人 【yi ming jing ren] “one cry shocks people" while preserving the meaning。

[justsuffilike]

[steampunk-archer]

Title : I noticed

Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine. I don’t have anything to do with it :(

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gonna fill a prompt for myself from the 100 ways to say I love you list #89 “I noticed”

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Qui-Gon enjoyed visiting Anakin, Padme, and the twins on Naboo when he could. Mostly he enjoyed working in Shmi’s spacious garden out behind the house.

Luke and Leia, despite being twelve, still enjoyed spending time with him, and he would cherish that as long as it lasted.

He sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow. Despite the cloudy day, it was rather hot outside; he enjoyed keeping his hands busy with the work.

An hour later as Leia was helping him weed, and Luke had decided to take a break and climb a tree, Padme came out of the back of the house; the afternoon sun peeking through the clouds shone down upon her smiling face.

“Time to come inside for lunch.”

Luke leapt out of the tree, and ran inside with a holler of joy.

“Wash your hands!” Leia called after her brother.

“Leia, sweetie, please take the gardening basket into the house for your grandfather.”

“Yes, mama.” The young girl shook her head as she gathered up the gardening supplies.

“Boys… ugh,” she muttered, following her twin inside.

Padme and Qui-Gon both laughed.

Qui-Gon, who was still kneeling in the dirt, winced as he tried to stand.

This didn’t escape Padme, who offered him her arm.

“It seems I’ve grown old,” he mused as she helped him to his feet.

“I noticed.”

Padme had in fact noticed every time the Jedi visited.

She noticed how his hair was now mostly grey, his beard sprinkled with white. How he moved slower than he did years prior.

She noticed how years before, when the twins wanted Qui-Gon to run and play with them outside, that would have been no problem; this time though he told the children that he wasn’t feeling well but that he would love to play a game with them inside.

She and Anakin had worriedly approached Obi wan.

“Is he alright?” Her husband had asked, placing a hand on the older man’s arm.

Obi-wan had nodded knowing the family loved Qui-Gon as much as he did. “He’s fine.”

Obi-wan paused “His arthritis flares up from time to time. It’s in his knees and in his right shoulder where the sith’s blade wounded him.”

Anakin nodded his understanding. He and Padme hadn’t known.

After lunch Qui-Gon volunteered to wash the dishes.

“No, I’ll help with the dishes.” Obi got up from the table and gathered up the dirty plates.“You relax, join Shmi and the children in the living area for tea.”

Qui-Gon smiled fondly. “You’re a good boy, little one.”

“It’s all thanks to the man that raised me.”

[giotanner]

General Obi-Wan Kenobi and General Qui-Gon Jinn AU| Commission for @qo-promise-me wanted Qui-Gon's armor inspired by @kurtssingh (show love)!!

So– Here they are, with the red and white Republic symbol and the whole universe in front of them

Instagram | KO-FI

[buttybarnes1917]

Sahsahlah, or “The Land of Wise Fools”

Chapter 1

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan stepped off the ship, squinting in the bright Coruscant sun. The sixteen hour flight from Alderaan in the dark spaceship that he and Bail Organa had traveled in had caused his eyes to be a little sensitive to the light, but as usual, it didn’t take him long to adjust. He looked around, pulling his brown robe around him as he walked to the edge of the landing platform, looking over the city he had spent so much of his life in. It was a bit surreal to be coming back now, as both an adult and as a Knight, although somehow it did feel like home.

“Obi-Wan,” Bail called from the elevator at the side of the landing platform. “Will you be joining us?” Obi-Wan, torn from his thoughts, turned and smiled at his friend.

“In a moment,” Obi-Wan called. “I’ll meet you up there.” Bail nodded and turned, closing the doors to the elevator. Obi-Wan admired Bail Organa, with his strong commitment to his people, and his rational mind. These past few months had been filled with days of peace talks, watched over by Obi-Wan of course, but Bail had obviously done the brunt of the work.

“Obi-Wan!” He heard a child’s voice call his name and turned just in time to catch a scrambling Anakin Skywalker. The boy had grown at least two inches since he had last seen him, his legs and arms getting to the point where they were too long for his body. Even though he had grown, he still barely came up to Obi-Wan’s chest, his sun-kissed blonde hair turning a bit more brown in the light of the Coruscanti day. Obi-Wan hugged the smaller boy, chuckling as he ruffled his hair up fondly, setting him down on the ground.

“Good to see you, Anakin,” he said and the boy scowled up at him, running a hand through his hair to try and fix it. “You’ve grown,” he added, chuckling softly.

“It’ll be my life day next week, and I’ll be twelve” the boy said, finishing fixing his hair and beaming up at him. “Master Qui-Gon says next year will be a really big birthday.”

“Ah yes,” Obi-Wan nodded. “Your thirteenth birthday is an important one in the Order, and will require much preparation. Hopefully Master Qui-Gon will actually remember yours,” he chuckled teasingly as the older man approached.

“Funny, I seem to remember your gift saving your life,” Qui-Gon retorted gently, chuckling as he walked over. “Welcome back to Coruscant, Obi-Wan. Your old quarters are ready for you in the Temple if you should need them.”

“Thank you, Master,” Obi-Wan grinned at him and they embraced for a moment. Obi-Wan pulled away. “Do we have any more information on our assignment? All I know is that it involves a Senator—the Chancellor sounded rather panicked when he holoed.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not aware of his thoughts on this—I believe Ani and I are to shadow you as you take the lead on this meeting, Negotiator,” Qui-Gon smiled teasingly at him. Obi-Wan felt a warmth come to his cheeks as Qui-Gon patted his back gently as the three of them headed towards the Chancellor’s quarters. Even though he was no longer a Padawan, it always felt good to know he had Qui-Gon’s respect, and that it was well earned. “Anakin is learning about the Senate and the history of the Republic currently in his classes,” the older Jedi added, “and Master Yoda thought that this would be a good learning experience for the young one.”

“Master Qui-Gon says you’re really good with politics,” Anakin chimed in, scrambling to keep up with the older men’s longer strides. “How come? They seem so boring. I keep falling asleep in class when we’re talking about it.” He grimaced and rubbed his knuckles gently. “Then Master Yoda makes me regret it and I have to write so many papers…”

“It’s just something that is interesting to me,” Obi-Wan said, slowing down so the boy could keep up. “I’ve always been curious about people and communicating. I’d rather hear people's thoughts and concerns rather than fight everything out. Most people just want to be heard.”

“But fighting is more fun,” Anakin grinned mischievously up at him. “And some day, I’ll be better at duels than even you!”

“We’ll see,” Obi-Wan chuckled as they entered the elevator. “You have to come up to at least my shoulder first,” he teased and ruffled the boy’s hair up again. Anakin whined a little and fixed his hair back again, grumbling under his breath. Qui-Gon chuckled softly and shook his head at the two of them.

Obi-Wan shifted as the elevator door shifted open and he and Qui-Gon stepped out, Anakin trailing behind. The chancellor looked up and the group of Senators around him turned, making way for the Jedi. Obi-Wan recognized Bail of course, Orn Free Taa from Ryloth, Garm Bel Iblis from Corellia, and Nee Alaver from Stewjon. Among them, however, was someone Obi-Wan did not recognize immediately. She sat nearest to the chancellor, lost in thought as she stared out the large window behind the chancellor's chair. Her shiny white-blonde hair lay in an intricate braid down her back. She wore a long blue dress with a lacy print that bared her collarbones, adorned with thin shoulder straps, and sleeves that did not cover her pale arms but still fell down to her fingertips. She blinked a few times as the Senators around her shifted, and she pushed herself up from the chair, straightening, making eye contact with Obi-Wan.

Ellia?

It felt like time stopped the second their eyes met; he could count every freckle on her face, see the stray eyelash that landed on the top of her cheek, notice the way her skin fit perfectly into the tight dress she wore. He could feel her heartbeat increase as they looked at each other, and he wondered if she felt the same way as she did at that moment. Too afraid his voice would betray him, he nodded at her and she did not respond, only staring at him, a frown on her plump lips as she tilted his head.

Skin pressed against skin as the loud bass moved the entire club, but neither of them could hear anything; they were only caught up in each other, their lips moving together like they had been kissing all their lives, fingers gripping cloaks and hair and skin and whatever they could to just hold each other as close as possible—

“Chancellor,” Obi-Wan said respectfully, taking his attention away from the woman before his thoughts entirely betrayed him, and bowing to the man behind the desk. Qui-Gon and Anakin followed his lead behind him. Obi-Wan had never liked Chancellor Palpatine, even when he was a Senator.

“Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi,” The Chancellor smiled, his thin lips somehow always making even the most sincere smile look like a sneer. There was something about him that was untrustworthy. Qui-Gon would say that it was because he was a politician and that he should be expected to be a bit untrustworthy, but Obi-Wan felt different around him than he did around other senators and politicians. Palpatine made Obi-Wan feel uneasy, so he kept the chancellor at arms length.

“I’d like to introduce you to Representative Ellia Bel Iblis from Corellia. Or, perhaps it’s not really an introduction—I’ve been told you’ve worked together before?” He motioned to the blonde haired woman, who nodded at Obi-Wan finally.

“Yes, years ago, when I was still a Padawan, on a mission to Corellia. My lady, it’s good to see you again,” he said, bowing again. She stared at him, her green eyes piercing, just as they were all those years ago.

“Kenobi,” She smirked just a little and Obi-Wan felt his heart rate pick up a bit. “So they call you the negotiator now,” she said. Her voice was not at all like the rest of the senators and aides that lived on Coruscant for so long. She still had that signature slow Corellian drawl, just like her father. “The Jedi who would be a Senator.” She added and Obi-Wan blinked for a moment.

“I don't believe I could ever be on the same level of a diplomat as you or any of the Senators in this room, my lady,” Obi-Wan answered carefully. She clearly had grown in her dislike of Jedi, that much was clear.

“No,” She said quietly, her eyes trained on him for a moment. “But you certainly do try, don't you?” Bail hid a chuckle behind a cough and Obi-Wan glanced at him, feeling his cheeks turn a bit red as Senator Bel Iblis sighed at Ellia and said something to her quietly. Obi-Wan chose not to respond as she turned to the Chancellor.

“Chancellor Palpatine, I must, once again, object to bringing the Jedi into this situation,” Ellia said quickly, jumping on the awkward silence in the room. “Myself and my bodyguards have been able to handle this—“

“Representative Bel Iblis, with all due respect, that was before a bomb threat was called into the Senate building this afternoon.” Chancellor Palpatine sighed. “Master Jedi, Ellia has received multiple death threats recently, and I am concerned for her safety.” Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak but—

“If you are concerned for my safety, then perhaps we should get the bill my father and I wrote to a vote instead of continuing to allow the Banking Clan to take advantage of poor families in my system and in other systems who have no other way to get credits,” Representative Bel Iblis interrupted angrily. Her father started to speak but Ellia continued, not allowing him to get a word in edgewise. “You know this is Nix Card and his cronies trying to frighten my father and other Senators into dropping our bill, and I won't have it. This is an attempt at intimidation, clear and simple,” she stated, slamming her hands down on the chancellor's desk loud enough that Anakin jumped. “Your Excellency, if you truly wish to help me, then add our bill to the next Senate session, so it may be discussed and voted upon.” She pleaded. The chancellor sighed again and pushed himself up, moving closer to her and taking her hand in his. She immediately stiffened and Obi-Wan thought to himself that everyone in the room would be able to feel her discomfort.

“Ellia, you are important to Senator Bel Iblis, so you are important to me,” the chancellor said, his voice as gentle as he could muster. “Regardless if this is an intimidation tactic by the Muuns, which it may very well be, your life could be in danger and it is not a stretch to ask for Jedi assistance.”

“And I thank you for that, Chancellor, but there is no reason to involve Jedi-“ She started, pulling away and discreetly wiping her hand on her skirt. Obi-Wan tilted his head, noticing how she seemingly spit the word out. The chancellor cut her off.

“And the Jedi are trained as warriors and protectors of the Republic, and of its servants,” he turned in a swish of robes to Obi-Wan and his former master. “Is that not correct, Master Jedi?”

“That is correct, your Excellency,” Obi-Wan said carefully. “But if Representative Bel Iblis would rather that we not get involved, I believe it best to abide by her wishes.”

“Ah, there’s the smooth talker I was warned about,” the senator mumbled under her breath and Obi-Wan frowned a bit.

“Of course, if the Senator thinks it might be a good idea to have some added protection at this time, then perhaps that is the correct course of action as I believe him to be the senior in this matter,” He added and Ellia turned, her green eyes glaring daggers into his soul. Obi-Wan noticed her hands balled up into fists and for a moment, he truly thought she would take a swing at the Chancellor. Or perhaps at him, who really knew? He turned his gaze to her father, who looked over at her.

“I’m sorry, Ellia,” Senator Bel Iblis said softly. “Your safety is my number one priority. You will have the Jedi escort.”

“Father—“ she pleaded but the chancellor clapped his hands together once.

“That settles it,” he said almost cheerfully. “Master Kenobi, it would put peace in my heart if you would accompany Representative Bel Iblis until we get all this horrible business sorted out.”

“Chancellor, I really must object,” Representative Bel Iblis started but the Chancellor shook his head.

“The decision has been made,” He stated firmly. She sputtered angrily then turned, storming out, her blonde hair flowing behind her almost as an exclamation point to her anger as she rushed out the door. Bail moved closer to Obi-Wan, chuckling softly.

“Have fun with that one,” he said softly. “They don't call her Senator Spitfire for nothing.” Obi-Wan ran a hand over his chin nervously as he glanced at Senator Bel Iblis, who offered him an apologetic shrug.

“I still don't understand politics,” Anakin sighed forlornly and Qui-Gon chuckled as he led the young Padawan out.

[sanerontheinside]

Angst dialogue prompt: "Do you want my robe" QuiObi Writing Server challenge: Reclaim the Tag, brought to you by getting annoyed at pornbot spam in the tags [ao3 link]

“Do you want my robe?” 

Obi-Wan shook his head, but drew his arms a little tighter around himself. “I’m fine,” he said, or tried to. His throat was dry as Geonosian dust, filled with an iron tang. 

There was a quiet swish of cloth, and the warm folds of his Master’s robe fell over him anyway. Qui-Gon bent down, tucked the robe around his shoulders. Obi-Wan closed his eyes against the sudden hot prickle of tears, and said nothing, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his Master. He didn’t want comfort, not really. 

There is no death, he remembered. It wasn’t really a comfort, not when he’d felt every single one of them pass into the Force. 

“You’re in shock,” Qui-Gon said quietly, settling down beside him. 

“Maybe.” 

But Qui-Gon had always been far more affected by untimely deaths, and by the deaths of fellow Jedi. Obi-Wan hesitated a moment, then leaned against him. He wasn’t sure of his welcome, but Qui-Gon turned his head, nuzzling into Obi-Wan’s hair, and sighed. The intimacy of it all was almost surprising, after their years of careful distance. But Obi-Wan wasn’t about to question the comforting gestures. 

He cleared his throat carefully. “...Anakin?” 

“He’ll be all right,” Qui-Gon murmured. “Vokara will have your head, though, sneaking out here with your injuries.” 

“Ah.” Obi-Wan smiled wryly. “Did she send you to find me?” 

Qui-Gon shook his head slowly against Obi-Wan’s temple. The prickle of the beard nearly brought tears to Obi-Wan’s eyes, such a familiar and long-missed sensation. “No. I just…”

Qui-Gon trailed off into another sigh. 

Obi-Wan knew what he meant, anyway. “I know,” he said, and gently rested a hand on Qui-Gon’s knee. “I also wanted to know you were safe, and whole. I was afraid Dooku would—” Obi-Wan broke off and swallowed thickly. “I was afraid,” he said again, and left it at that. 

Qui-Gon chuckled, a wan sound. “I thought that was what we’d been trying to avoid, all this time.”

Obi-Wan remembered another time, another place when they’d sat together like this, watching the night sky on Qui-Gon’s balcony. He remembered the wine-sweet kisses, too. It was the first time in years that he’d thought of that night without the terrible ache of loss. Now he was just… wistful. 

He huffed, soft and fond, and pressed himself closer to Qui-Gon’s side. His Master easily wrapped an arm around his waist, the comfort of old familiarity settling into them both. 

“I suppose it was foolish of me, to think we could run from ourselves,” Obi-Wan mused. “There’s no avoiding what you already feel.”

“Oh?” 

Qui-Gon’s voice was quiet against the shell of his ear, his lips warm and velvet-soft and gentle. Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut against the almost unbearable temptation that tiny gesture woke in him, and fought it until his chest ached. 

“Your first mission after Naboo,” he whispered, voice so soft he was sure Qui-Gon would have to strain to hear it. “The revolts on Gida. I must have sat with my eyes glued to the holonews feed, desperate for updates minute by minute. I was almost useless for anything else. I wanted to take the earliest transport, beg, borrow, and steal to get into closed airspace. The thought that I might lose you…”

Qui-Gon’s arm tightened around him. Obi-Wan sank happily into that beloved warmth, ready to burrow into it. 

“I was glad you were not with me, that I did not have to fear for you. And yet, I was still afraid.”

Obi-Wan hummed. “What were you afraid of?”

“That I’d never get to see you again. That the last words we’d spoken to each other were goodbyes.” Qui-Gon paused, body going tense. “I suspect you won’t want to hear this, but… I would rather have died at your side than halfway across the galaxy.” 

Qui-Gon’s heart was a measured beat under his ear, as comforting as it had been when he was still a junior Padawan. It lulled him half to sleep, that familiar rhythm. “No,” Obi-Wan said. “I feel the same.”

“Do you?” 

Obi-Wan let out a long breath through his nose, and rubbed his cheek against the soft fabric of Qui-Gon’s tabards. “I don’t want to be apart from you anymore. Maybe that makes me a poor Jedi, but I—I can’t. I’m not strong enough.”

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he heard Qui-Gon’s heart speed up under his ear. Then strong arms wrapped around him and drew him close against Qui-Gon’s chest, against that heartbeat, and Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “You’re the strongest man I know.”

Obi-Wan chuckled softly. “Flatterer,” he muttered, but it was a weak protest. All he really wanted was to curl up here against his Master’s chest and let the world float away for a while. 

“Rest,” Qui-Gon whispered, and tucked the robe around his shoulders again. “Let me guard your dreams.”

[gffa]

The funniest thing about this scene is that there is zero pre-communication about doing this bit, Obi-Wan just 100% flings himself into pretending that Qui-Gon is a notorious sadistic killer, like this horrible gremlin is faking LOOKING SICK at just the THOUGHT of what Qui-Gon might do if someone crossed him and Qui-Gon is playing right along, THESE TWO ARE THE WORST I LOVE THEM. (Star Wars: The Living Force | John Jackson Miller)

[99tech99]

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Qui-Gon's force ghost every time someone survives a lightsaber stab through the stomach