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Ogh, I just need more of good master/dad QuiGon in lifeinmusic, pretty please?

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Twelve, almost thirteen years old and yet the boy in his arms felt so
much smaller as Qui-Gon carried his new padawan in his arms, his gait
steady and his arms wrapped protectively around Obi-Wan, one under
his rear and the other around his back.

He had
let the boy cry his heart out, as quiet as Obi-Wan was, he had a lot
of tears stuffed into him and it made Qui-Gon wonder who the hell had
taught the child to repress his emotions.

From
what he knew of the creche masters, they understood children and
healthy development.

But
his mind was quick to point out that not every creche master were the
same and children could be cruel, even Jedi children.

He
remembered his own time in the creche quite well enough still, the
bullying for his big nose and feet still lingering at times.

It was
likely that Obi-Wan may have experienced a mix of it and he was a
sensitive child, hiding much of it with a face of as much serenity as
he could manage while the bullying and words of unaware adults made
scars on his mind.

And
now this sensitive child was his child.

Breathing
softly into Qui-Gon’s neck with his head resting on the Jedi
master’s shoulder, his body lax and relaxed as Qui-Gon walked past
either outright surprised Jedi gaping at him or those that managed to
show some decorum by just staring with wide eyes.

It had
been a long while since Qui-Gon had taken a padawan, yes, he would
admit that and maybe he had been rather vocal about not getting one…

But
Obi-Wan was different.

He was
a child that needed someone else, with the temple being less than
kind to him at the moment.

He
needed someone in his corner, someone that hadn’t looked at him and
rejected him until he showed a special ability.

Someone
that put Obi-Wan first and showed him it was alright.

That
he was alright.

And
while Qui-Gon had been reluctant…

Obi-Wan
deserved to have someone.

And
Qui-Gon would be that someone, he’d do his best and teach this
little padawan that could make music into a weapon and laughed
sweetly at Qui-Gon’s ‘dad’ jokes as it was.

Finally
Qui-Gon tracked the man in question down that he was looking for,
inwardly snorting a bit when he noticed that Jocasta and Plo was with
the old troll.

And he
did actually snort when he saw the surprised looks of all three,
pausing in front of them with his boy tucked to his chest. “I’m
taking him as a padawan, send the registration papers my way
masters.” He stated bluntly before any of them could get a word in
edgewise.

Yoda
tapped his cane on the marble floor, peering up at him with his ears
twitching. “Surprised I am, rejecting all Initiates you have that
showed you we have.” He stated.

Shifting
Obi-Wan a bit, rubbing at his back when the boy mumbled a bit,
Qui-Gon stared back at Yoda while ignoring the little pack of gossips
that had followed him. “Yes. But you didn’t show me this one. I
meet up with him on my own, in the garden, without your meddling
in our relationship. Fodder for thought I’d say.” He stated in a
slightly clipped tone before humming quietly when Obi-Wan shifted at
the tone.

The
three masters watched him, Qui-Gon uncaring of them witnessing his
affection for the boy.

Finally,
Obi-Wan settled and he could focus back on them. “Children don’t
learn to cry silently for no reason. And knights and masters who have
earlier rejected him suddenly became interested. Obi-Wan went to the
gardens to hide. I found him there. So yes, send the registration my
way. I’ll alert the creche masters myself.” He stated evenly.

Plo
let out a small hum before nodding. “As you wish Qui-Gon, I will
arrange for it… as young Kenobi is asleep, he shou-”

“He’s
coming with me,” Qui-Gon cut in bluntly, he had been a thorn in the
council’s side for years, he wasn’t about to stop just cause he
had a padawan. “He’s going to sleep on my couch while I contact
the quartermaster and see about getting a pair room. Now excuse me, I
have a lot to do masters.” Qui-Gon bowed slightly, Obi-Wan held
tightly before he turned, heading down the left hall.

He
also ignored the group of padawans and initiates that scattered when
he rounded the corner, inwardly snorting at the sight of a fuming
white haired child among the group.

Chun,
the child Obi-Wan fought at the tournament.

Hopefully
he wouldn’t be an issue for the future. “We’re going to be
alright Obi-Wan…” Qui-Gon whispered quietly, smiling slightly
when Obi-Wan nuzzled his face into the Jedi master’s neck with a
soft, tired sigh.

His
little padawan.

I know it’s your favorite, so how about some QuiObi Moddy? maybe some Obi being naughty or something?

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Now, you could be forgiven for thinking that Obi-Wan was a proper
padawan in all manners, being a detached and serene Jedi.

You
would be utterly wrong of course but so was life, many people wore
masks and with time Obi-Wan had become quite the actor he had not
been as a preteen in front of many a master that thought him
emotional..

To be
fair, not all of Obi-Wan’s serenity was feigned but he had his
weaknesses.

And
honestly, some of his masks was developed because his master was the
most rule breaking Jedi the order had seen in a long time and as a
response, Obi-Wan had gone in utterly the opposite direction.

Supposedly.

Qui-Gon
could often be seen biting back comments or laughs when someone
stated as much, since Qui-Gon was quite aware of the off colored
jokes and surprisingly un-Jedi like choices Obi-Wan sometimes made.

Not to
mention that he often called Obi-Wan for his Imp for a very good
reason.

So it
was no shock that Obi-Wan would develop the most inappropriate of
crushes too, that he certainly did not mention to anyone even if
Quinlan figured it out.

The
bastard had spent a good ten minutes laughing and then patted him
consolingly on the back as Obi-Wan sulked at him.

Still,
that did not change that Obi-Wan curled up on his bed and cuddled his
master’s robe to his face, the scent of the others body and soaps
in his nose. He just couldn’t help it, Qui-Gon smelled so kriffing
good, better than any dishes Obi-Wan had gotten at the most luxurious
of banquets held by nobles or senators and more enticing than the
perfumes of the highest opulence.

No,
there would never be anything more enticing than his master’s scent
and so Obi-Wan had… borrowed, his master’s robe for a small
duration, curling up in bed in only his shorts to nuzzle the rough
fabric against his face and skin.

It
smelled of sweet herb, the kind Qui-Gon denied he smoked in pipes and
of sapir and the musky smell of his soaps.

The
other had gone uniform in his body wash, shampoo and conditioner so
there wasn’t contradictory scents and mixed with the two potent
items as the tea and the tobacco, it made it into a unique scent.

‘How
is karking herb a good scent? What kind of fancy ass herb are you
smoking when I’m not looking master?’ Obi-Wan whined into the
fabric, nuzzling into the area where robe and hood meet, where the
scent was thickets along with the smell of body sweat.

Qui-Gon’s
scent.

Fluttering
his eyes shut, Obi-Wan drew the robe around himself, treating it like
a blanket as he surrounded himself with his master’s scent.

He
could almost feel the phantom sensation of his master’s hands on
his body with the smell around him.

The
phantom sensation of hands wrapping around his waist and holding him
still and he shivered heavily on his bed.

Curled
up on his own bed in the dark, his fantasy swirling around in his
head with the scent of his master in his nose, Obi-Wan missed the
sound of the quarters front door opening and the sounds of boots
being dropped.

No, he
was far into his thoughts and nuzzling at the robe, biting at his
bottom lip only to squeak and sit up hurriedly in shock, the robe
falling around his waist as he sat blinking in the light with his
bedroom door open.

Qui-Gon
stood framed in the light, blinking back at him before a slow,
predatory smile crossed his leonine face. “Well… now I know where
my robes have been disappearing to.” He murmured, his voice a deep,
purr like noise that sent shivers through Obi-Wan’s body,
goosebumps breaking out on naturally pale skin.

Anticipation
thick, Obi-Wan bit his lip hard as Qui-Gon stepped through the door
and into his bedroom, blue eyes focused unnervingly on him.

And
Obi-Wan would have it no other way as his master prowled towards him.

I’m sorry you have to deal with mean anons. I’m really grateful you opened up anon tho bc I don’t have a tumblr. For Fallenforyou is the ship going to be obikin? Or is it already obikin and I’m just dense lol. If that’s the case, maybe obiwan can get a tattoo over the scars that reminds him of ani (a krayt dragon maybe?). I just really like the thought of obiwan with tattoos. One of the clones could tattoo him.

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Rubbing the cream into pale and scarred skin in gentle, circular
motions, Anakin stared at the letters carved into Obi-Wan’s arm
before glancing up.

Obi-Wan
was firmly looking away, his free hand fisting his tabard as he
stared out the window across the room. He looked so tense and on the
verge of tears and Anakin knew that the other was uncomfortable with
the scar situation and having anyone, even Anakin, see it.

It was
why Anakin had suggested the compress sleeve and leather gauntlet.

But
sometimes those had to be off for the scar reducing cream to be
applied that Helix had prescribed for him.

It
would take time for it to really work though.

Months,
potential years, regardless how much Anakin sat and carefully applied
the cream to the skin with the two sitting on their squashed leather
couch, the old thing comfortable despite the tenseness in the air.

Anakin
continued slowly rubbing the cream in circles into the raised scar
textured skin even as he focused on the others face. “…Obi-Wan?”
He murmured quietly, waiting for the other to look at him.

A fine
trembled traveled through the others body and Anakin felt his heart
ache at the sight, Obi-Wan, who looked so much healthier than when
they were rescued, was still suffering so much.

“Can
I touch this?” He murmured, nodding his chin downwards.

Obi-Wan
winced at that before sighing a bit. “You’re already doing so.
You may touch it more if you wish.” He mumbled out, far from the
silver tongued negotiator as he slumped slightly.

‘They
aren’t allowed to break you…’ Anakin swallowed, lifting the
others arm up and pressing his lips to the word carved to Obi-Wan’s
skin.

Obi-Wan’s
breath hitched, the redhead freezing, his trembles spreading.
“Anakin…” He whispered, protesting quietly and shakily.

Letting
out a small hum, Anakin pressed another kiss to the damaged skin,
ignoring the cream he got on his lips. “Your scars do not define
you,” He murmured quietly against the pale skin, seeing his own
tanned contrasting against it. Not as dark as the troopers of course
but still browner than Obi-Wan for sure, his skin naturally pale as
moonlight. “You are still beautiful Obi-Wan.” He glanced up.

Obi-Wan
just stared back, his lips quivering before he pressed them together
in a taunt, white line.

Reaching
out slowly, Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s bare cheek, stroking it gently
with his thumb before leaning in slowly, telegraphic his movement
clearly so Obi-Wan wouldn’t freak out.

Green
eyes tracked him, the man letting out a tiny noise as Anakin finally
closed the distance to press their foreheads together.

“I
know it’s not the prettiest. I know it’s not the nicest. But it’s
a sign you survived,” Anakin whispered quietly, still rubbing
gently at the skin with his thumb. “And survival can be a cruel
thing… but I’m selfish Obi-Wan… and I’m glad you’re still
here.” He whispered, his tone soft but full of intent.

Obi-Wan
swallowed hard, his throat sounding before he let out a small hiccup
and shifted enough to steal a little kiss from Anakin’s lips. “I
hate looking at it,” He confessed quietly, trembling, Anakin’s
heart falling at the confession and the look in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
“All it does, it make me feel…” He shook.

Stroking
with his thumb, Anakin cast his mind around wildly before a
realization hit him. “Well, I don’t know about you Obi-Wan but…
you could speak to the troopers?” He stated quietly.

Confusion
lit up in green eyes, Obi-Wan pulling a bit back to look at Anakin’s
face.

“The
clones tattoo, that’s part of their culture, of self expression,
their armor is decorated, their body is theirs to do as they want
with,” Anakin explained, smiling sadly at the other, both aware how
little the clones really had. “They could tattoo you.” He finally
settled on, caressing the full length of the aurebesh word carved
into his arm.

Startled,
Obi-Wan looked down at his arm, flinching a bit before pausing and
turning thoughtful, eyeing the pale pink letters thoughtfully.

“You’ve
seen what they do to themselves,” Anakin continued softly. “Large
and small tattoos with artistic design… and only their
choice.” He tacked on quietly.

Obi-Wan
slowly looked at Anakin, a small, cautious smile twitching onto his
lips. “…My choice.” He whispered, Anakin grinning softly in
agreement.

He
hoped this would help, Force did he hope.

What happens next in candleinthedark? Do they find out about what happened in obi’s universe?

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Carefully pulling Obi-Wan along, Anakin’s mind was buzzing with
thoughts and questions about what the hell had happened in the
other universe.

Obi-Wan’s
words did not put anything to rest and only gave Anakin more
questions but the more important thing was to get Obi-Wan back to
their quarters right now. Luckily, it seemed that people were still
respecting the unspoken ‘give the Jedi space’ rule.

And
maybe Obi-Wan and Anakin’s Force signature was enough to get people
to back off and only watch or give waves in greeting.

Even
the class coming down one of the corridors split up to let them past,
Obi-Wan blinking owlishly if a bit red eyed at the sight of Sith
children.

He
didn’t pause though, only stumbled along with his hand in Anakin’s
grasp, clearly just exhausted from crying into Anakin’s chest
earlier and wanting rest and tea.

If it
wasn’t for the beard, he’d look like a wide eyed child with his
small stature and soft hair curling around the ears from it growing
since his arrival.

Neither
spoke, even as they stepped into the elevator, Anakin pulling Obi-Wan
to his chest and tucking him under his chin to hold the other tightly
to him. His natural instincts of protectiveness and possessiveness
kicked into high gear as more than ever, he realized that Obi-Wan
could have been dead.

And it
was the clones fault.

How?

Why?

The
troopers adored the Sith and Anakin had difficulty imagining
that it was much different in Obi-Wan’s universe.

Their
personalities weren’t shifted that much from the little he had
managed to get out of Obi-Wan and the memories he had seen, though it
had surprised and amused him to see Cody as Obi-Wan’s commander.

Still,
from what he had been able to see, the clones adored the Jedi just as
much as the clones adored the Sith in Anakin’s universe.

So
what had happened?

‘He
took my Anakin… he… which he? Palpatine?’ Anakin narrowed his
eyes at their reflection in the polished metal door, watching how
Obi-Wan was resting against him. ‘Is Palpatine an issue for us in
every world?’ He tightened his grasp on the other.

It was
a disturbing notion, the idea of Palpatine pretty much haunting their
lineage.

Anakin
still remembered the ‘kindly’ old man that tried to become a
confidant, that he had ever so gingerly started to trust only to have
it thrown in his face when they discovered their Obi-Wan.

But…

What
if their Obi-Wan had not been murdered?

Palpatine
had been on his way to becoming Chancellor, what if he had succeed in
little Jedi Obi-Wan’s world?

What
if no one knew he was the enemy?

It was
a horrifying but also illuminating thought and he would have much to
speak to his master about once Obi-Wan was resting.

‘We
speak more about him when he’s resting or asleep than we do when
he’s awake. We really need to rectify that.’ Anakin mused to
himself, stroking Obi-Wan’s back and smiling when he got a small
measure of comfort through their bond.

For
all that he didn’t come looking for it, Obi-Wan did like being
touched kindly.

And it
did bring him comfort.

You
wouldn’t know that from simply looking at his face though, no
outward sign of his comfort showing.

Shifting
a bit, looking down at the other with a small, comforting smile,
Anakin drew the Jedi’s attention. “How about we get to our
quarters and have some tea?” Anakin murmured, Obi-Wan blinking at
him before nodding with a weak smile. “We can change into silky pjs
and curl up on the couch to veg out a bit, become couch potatoes? We
can watch that documentary Qui-Gon suggested.” Anakin stated
quietly.

He
monitored Obi-Wan closely, feeling the shifting emotions that finally
settled on a bit of positive hope and longing. But out of Obi-Wan’s
mouth came a stiff. “That… sounds nice.”

Yes,
what Obi-Wan showed and said and what he actually felt and thought
were extremely different and Anakin grinned a bit wryly as he pushed
Obi-Wan carefully out the opening elevator door, eager to get Obi-Wan
settled.

A
glance to the windows they were passing confirmed to Anakin that it
was still sunny outside, kinda nice for Coruscant despite the
durasteel buildings and the filth below the top and if there was more
greenery outside, Anakin might actually bring Obi-Wan outside again
to enjoy.

He
could bring Obi-Wan to the gardens but right now Obi-Wan needed
privacy honestly.

They
turned the corner to their lodging only for a ripple in the Force to
race through both Sith and Jedi, Qui-Gon’s low voice reaching them
as their eyes came to rest on the man himself.

And
Commander Cody.

“Oh
shit!.” Anakin cursed, both clone and Sith turning to face
them as Anakin’s head snapped to look at Obi-Wan instead.

Having
a clear look at Obi-Wan’s face and his emotions through their bond,
Anakin was an audience to his reactions.

The
way Obi-Wan’s pupils first shrunk and then rapidly dilated to the
point almost no color was left, the way he turned ghost white as his
eyes were unnervingly stuck on Cody with his hands spasming as the
rest of his body went taunt as a bowstring, his teeth grinding
soundly enough to make Anakin wince.

But
more than that was the emotions pumping, hidden below, horror, fear,
shock and an all consuming panic.

Obi-Wan
was moving before Anakin could react, panic stricken and adrenaline
fueled movements with Force enhancement making him faster than
anything.

The
Jedi turned on his heel, facing the windows and Anakin barely had
time for a choked yell before the windows, all of them, broke under
the pressure of Obi-Wan’s fear as he waved his arm, several people
crying out in shock and pain.

Barely
bringing his arms up in time to shield himself from the worst of the
glass, Anakin hissed as he felt it stick into flesh while wind
flooded the hallway with the stink of Coruscant’s polluted air
reaching them.

Lowering
his arms, Anakin let out a full cry as Obi-Wan jumped out the open
window, his panic now flaring loud and clear in the Force as he let
himself fall, bloody glass all that was left after him.

“OBI-WAN!”

For the merman!Obi wan/Melodies song could you possibly have Anakin coming forward about (creepy?) Palpatine to Obi Wan and Mace

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I have to admit, I don’t feel like I can write that particular storyline. Its from the first year I started writing, amazingly enough and you can really tell in the spelling and understanding of the universe.

If I WAS to write more for it, I think I’d like to restart from scratch, just as the dragon verse, restart and just leave the other one to be as a testament from where I came and improved from.