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QuiObi with dead Obi-Wan?

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They’ve
only just stepped off the ship when an unsettling feeling shivers
down Qui-Gon’s spine, his aching hand clenching on his bag strap as
he glances at his equally tired teenage padawan, Anakin dragging his
feet as he follows beside Qui-Gon.

He
tries to shake it.

Post
mission stress, it was a hard one, especially on Anakin as they
encountered a child smuggling slavery ring and its strained them
both.

They
are both in requirement of sleep, of
showers or outright baths. They
both need food and Force Qui-Gon needs to cuddle with Obi-Wan because
honestly this mission has been crap.

The
thought makes him pause, headache throbbing at his temple that seems
to be growing.

The
shiver comes back even stronger and Anakin looks up at him, blinking
in confusion and opening his mouth only to be cut off as a female
voice calls for Qui-Gon.

Turning,
Qui-Gon blinked as he saw Knight Bant, one of Obi-Wan’s knight
friends.

The
shiver was full blast back, fear curdling in his stomach as she raced
over to him with glossy eyes, the sign of tears on a mon calamari.
“Master Qui-Gon!” She paused in front of her, slightly out of
breath as she tried to gather it. Then she hesitated, staring up at
him with large eyes for several long minutes, seemingly floundering
for words.

The
sour curdling was making it hard for him to breath, this situation
was too…

“…Bant?”
He whispered shakily.

Her
face fell, her double eyelids blinking as she looked between the two
before she let out a shuddering breath and pulled the world out from
under Qui-Gon and Anakin. “I’m so sorry Master Qui-Gon, but
Obi-Wan’s mission… it went wrong… Obi-Wan is dead.” She
whispered out, big
fat tears appearing in her large eyes.

Qui-Gon
stared at her, hearing Anakin snap out denials at her but… that
headache, that headache that had been plaguing him for days that he
couldn’t quite figure out but brushed aside as exhaustion and lack
of fluids.

Slowly
Qui-Gon shifted his shields to reach for the pairbond between himself
and Obi-Wan.

Emptiness.

He
didn’t notice himself fall, didn’t feel himself hit his already
tender knees on the temple hanger floor, didn’t hear either Bant or
Anakin cry out in alarm.

All
he could focus on… was the emptiness where Obi-Wan was suppose to
be, where he had been for the last four years since they initiated
the heart pairbond when Obi-Wan was thirty one and a fully fledged
knight well away from any influence Qui-Gon could have had on him so
no one could accuse them of indecency or Qui-Gon abusing the powers
he once had over Obi-Wan as his master.

Empty.

()()()

There
is no body.

The
other knights on the same mission couldn’t retrieve the body.

The
two warring factions had unleashed an avalanche and while trying to
evacuate civilians Obi-Wan had been swept away.

So
they burn no body but hold a memorial yet as Qui-Gon leans heavily on
Anakin’s shoulder.

The
sixteen year old has been mute since they were told but has tuck to
Qui-Gon’s side like a bur, offering his silent and continued
support and Qui-Gon can not really say anything as he has not said
anything either.

They’ll
be pulled from active missions for months, Qui-Gon knows this but it
is a numb feeling of knowing.

It
is standard practice however with bonded pair.

As
Obi-Wan’s former master and his heart bonded, his husband,
Qui-Gon should give his own speech but he can’t. It is too much for
his heart in this moment to stand and speak about Obi-Wan when the
pain spreads from his heart to every part of him and Qui-Gon knows
that the council is watching him, the mind healers are watching him,
Anakin
is watching him but he can not bring himself to care.

For
Obi-Wan is not watching him.

Slowly
raising the hand not on Anakin’s shoulder, Qui-Gon fisted it in his
tunic above his heart.

Empty.

It
does not occur to anyone that Obi-Wan gets found after the avalanche.

It
does not occur to anyone that Obi-Wan gets settled in a wooden box as
is the traditions of the planet.

And
for four years… Obi-Wan lays dead in his wooden coffin.

QuiObi with dead Obi-Wan?

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They’ve
only just stepped off the ship when an unsettling feeling shivers
down Qui-Gon’s spine, his aching hand clenching on his bag strap as
he glances at his equally tired teenage padawan, Anakin dragging his
feet as he follows beside Qui-Gon.

He
tries to shake it.

Post
mission stress, it was a hard one, especially on Anakin as they
encountered a child smuggling slavery ring and its strained them
both.

They
are both in requirement of sleep, of
showers or outright baths. They
both need food and Force Qui-Gon needs to cuddle with Obi-Wan because
honestly this mission has been crap.

The
thought makes him pause, headache throbbing at his temple that seems
to be growing.

The
shiver comes back even stronger and Anakin looks up at him, blinking
in confusion and opening his mouth only to be cut off as a female
voice calls for Qui-Gon.

Turning,
Qui-Gon blinked as he saw Knight Bant, one of Obi-Wan’s knight
friends.

The
shiver was full blast back, fear curdling in his stomach as she raced
over to him with glossy eyes, the sign of tears on a mon calamari.
“Master Qui-Gon!” She paused in front of her, slightly out of
breath as she tried to gather it. Then she hesitated, staring up at
him with large eyes for several long minutes, seemingly floundering
for words.

The
sour curdling was making it hard for him to breath, this situation
was too…

“…Bant?”
He whispered shakily.

Her
face fell, her double eyelids blinking as she looked between the two
before she let out a shuddering breath and pulled the world out from
under Qui-Gon and Anakin. “I’m so sorry Master Qui-Gon, but
Obi-Wan’s mission… it went wrong… Obi-Wan is dead.” She
whispered out, big
fat tears appearing in her large eyes.

Qui-Gon
stared at her, hearing Anakin snap out denials at her but… that
headache, that headache that had been plaguing him for days that he
couldn’t quite figure out but brushed aside as exhaustion and lack
of fluids.

Slowly
Qui-Gon shifted his shields to reach for the pairbond between himself
and Obi-Wan.

Emptiness.

He
didn’t notice himself fall, didn’t feel himself hit his already
tender knees on the temple hanger floor, didn’t hear either Bant or
Anakin cry out in alarm.

All
he could focus on… was the emptiness where Obi-Wan was suppose to
be, where he had been for the last four years since they initiated
the heart pairbond when Obi-Wan was thirty one and a fully fledged
knight well away from any influence Qui-Gon could have had on him so
no one could accuse them of indecency or Qui-Gon abusing the powers
he once had over Obi-Wan as his master.

Empty.

()()()

There
is no body.

The
other knights on the same mission couldn’t retrieve the body.

The
two warring factions had unleashed an avalanche and while trying to
evacuate civilians Obi-Wan had been swept away.

So
they burn no body but hold a memorial yet as Qui-Gon leans heavily on
Anakin’s shoulder.

The
sixteen year old has been mute since they were told but has tuck to
Qui-Gon’s side like a bur, offering his silent and continued
support and Qui-Gon can not really say anything as he has not said
anything either.

They’ll
be pulled from active missions for months, Qui-Gon knows this but it
is a numb feeling of knowing.

It
is standard practice however with bonded pair.

As
Obi-Wan’s former master and his heart bonded, his husband,
Qui-Gon should give his own speech but he can’t. It is too much for
his heart in this moment to stand and speak about Obi-Wan when the
pain spreads from his heart to every part of him and Qui-Gon knows
that the council is watching him, the mind healers are watching him,
Anakin
is watching him but he can not bring himself to care.

For
Obi-Wan is not watching him.

Slowly
raising the hand not on Anakin’s shoulder, Qui-Gon fisted it in his
tunic above his heart.

Empty.

It
does not occur to anyone that Obi-Wan gets found after the avalanche.

It
does not occur to anyone that Obi-Wan gets settled in a wooden box as
is the traditions of the planet.

And
for four years… Obi-Wan lays dead in his wooden coffin.

Can we see a continuation of SensationLost? Maybe they can finally go on a mission? Loved the fluff in the last one

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Staring at the
grandmaster for long minutes, Anakin finally choked out what was on
his mind since he spotted the man. “Your nails are orange.” He
said with wide eyes.

His statement was
meet with a snigger and Obi-Wan quickly tugging on the boys braid
while Qui-Gon just hid his grin. Yoda wiggled his clawed toes,
peering down at them then at Yaddle. “Notice it I said they would.
Promised me you did that notice no one would if painted all of them
were.” He pouted at her with quivering ears.

Yaddle’s ears
quivered in reply, a small smirk crossing her lips. “Uncertain I
was, told you so I did. But looks better at least it does.” She
chuckled.

Snorting a bit,
Obi-Wan raised his brow at the two councilors as the rest were trying
to hide their sniggers. “May I presume this is about the cracked
claw I heard about in the salle, you tried some sort of nail care
protection and its turned your claws orange?” He guessed.

Grumbling a bit,
Yoda gave a grumpy nod before pointing at Yaddle. “Told me this
would be better, heal a nail not possible, bother to regrow with the
Force… admit I do that better it feels with the polish,” He
peered contemplatively down at it before grumbling again. “But yes,
orange I am.”

Chuckling warmly, Qui-Gon rested his
hand on Anakin’s back as he inclined his head. “As informative
and amusing as this is, maybe we should get on to the mission
parameters and why its necessary for the council to inform us instead
of the standard folder debriefing?” He questioned with a warm
smile.

Agreement sounded from the rest of the
council though they were still amused as they launched into the co-op
mission the Jedi had received from the Gallagan government that
wanted to bring down a suspected spice production.

So far it had seemed like just a small
ring but the local police had managed to trace rumors of a much
larger production happening on planet and they needed Jedi help to
find it. Along with people who had been abducted to create said
spice.

“Assume they do, that many missing
from the planet among the spice lords workers are,” Yaddle said.
“Free them with minimal causality they hope if Jedi intervention
appears, give you a folder we could not as they feared spies in their
own government would leak Jedi intervention and slice your own
comms.”

Showing their understanding, all three
bowed for the council before being dismissed.

But as they reached the door, Yaddle
called out again. “Congratulation the Council wish, on your bond
Knight Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan stopped and turned, a small,
sheepish smile on his face before lifting both hands while shrugging.
“I value the ability to use both my hands council members. The
stronger the bond, the stronger I am but don’t worry, I am Jedi
before I am a lover.” He grinned teasingly.

That was meet with some chuckles and
some disapproval but Obi-Wan’s unique physic just like other
Stewjon’s required him to maintain a bond, even the council could
not interfere in that and Obi-Wan turned once more to follow Qui-Gon
and Anakin out while taking the former’s hand to lace their fingers
together.

He was once more strong and ready to
meet the galaxy as he worked at both Anakin’s and Qui-Gon’s side.

In his eyes, his world could not be any
better as Qui-Gon drew him into the older mans side as they entered
the elevator, Anakin happily pressing the button while ogling Yoda’s
painted nails from the open doors until they closed.

Life was great.

Can we see a continuation of SensationLost? Maybe they can finally go on a mission? Loved the fluff in the last one

Posted on av swmoddy

Staring at the
grandmaster for long minutes, Anakin finally choked out what was on
his mind since he spotted the man. “Your nails are orange.” He
said with wide eyes.

His statement was
meet with a snigger and Obi-Wan quickly tugging on the boys braid
while Qui-Gon just hid his grin. Yoda wiggled his clawed toes,
peering down at them then at Yaddle. “Notice it I said they would.
Promised me you did that notice no one would if painted all of them
were.” He pouted at her with quivering ears.

Yaddle’s ears
quivered in reply, a small smirk crossing her lips. “Uncertain I
was, told you so I did. But looks better at least it does.” She
chuckled.

Snorting a bit,
Obi-Wan raised his brow at the two councilors as the rest were trying
to hide their sniggers. “May I presume this is about the cracked
claw I heard about in the salle, you tried some sort of nail care
protection and its turned your claws orange?” He guessed.

Grumbling a bit,
Yoda gave a grumpy nod before pointing at Yaddle. “Told me this
would be better, heal a nail not possible, bother to regrow with the
Force… admit I do that better it feels with the polish,” He
peered contemplatively down at it before grumbling again. “But yes,
orange I am.”

Chuckling warmly, Qui-Gon rested his
hand on Anakin’s back as he inclined his head. “As informative
and amusing as this is, maybe we should get on to the mission
parameters and why its necessary for the council to inform us instead
of the standard folder debriefing?” He questioned with a warm
smile.

Agreement sounded from the rest of the
council though they were still amused as they launched into the co-op
mission the Jedi had received from the Gallagan government that
wanted to bring down a suspected spice production.

So far it had seemed like just a small
ring but the local police had managed to trace rumors of a much
larger production happening on planet and they needed Jedi help to
find it. Along with people who had been abducted to create said
spice.

“Assume they do, that many missing
from the planet among the spice lords workers are,” Yaddle said.
“Free them with minimal causality they hope if Jedi intervention
appears, give you a folder we could not as they feared spies in their
own government would leak Jedi intervention and slice your own
comms.”

Showing their understanding, all three
bowed for the council before being dismissed.

But as they reached the door, Yaddle
called out again. “Congratulation the Council wish, on your bond
Knight Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan stopped and turned, a small,
sheepish smile on his face before lifting both hands while shrugging.
“I value the ability to use both my hands council members. The
stronger the bond, the stronger I am but don’t worry, I am Jedi
before I am a lover.” He grinned teasingly.

That was meet with some chuckles and
some disapproval but Obi-Wan’s unique physic just like other
Stewjon’s required him to maintain a bond, even the council could
not interfere in that and Obi-Wan turned once more to follow Qui-Gon
and Anakin out while taking the former’s hand to lace their fingers
together.

He was once more strong and ready to
meet the galaxy as he worked at both Anakin’s and Qui-Gon’s side.

In his eyes, his world could not be any
better as Qui-Gon drew him into the older mans side as they entered
the elevator, Anakin happily pressing the button while ogling Yoda’s
painted nails from the open doors until they closed.

Life was great.