Deaged!Obi-Wan

Could we have some deaged!ObiWan with his grandmaster Dooku?

Posted on av swmoddy

“They
still haven’t found a way to reverse it then?” Yan asked quietly,
watching the youngling waddle towards the kitchenette with his plate
to put it in the sink.

“Not
yet, but they are hopeful. They had a breakthrough last time I asked
about it and seem confidant about being able to turn Obi-Wan back to
his older self.” Qui-Gon sighed and looked at Dooku with a half
smile. “I’m glad you came to visit us, I know you’re busy a lot in
the outer Rims.”

“I
was going to visit beforehand all this happened. Is he…well Yoda
hinted that he was mentally and emotionally compromised.” Dooku
offered quietly.

Qui-Gon
shrugged. “He’s three. He knows he’s suppose to be much older, but
he reacts like a slightly smarter then average three year old. The
creche master has confirmed that outside of knowing concepts and
people better, he is like he was when he was still in the creche at
that age.” Dooku hummed at that before blinking as there was a
light dip in the couch beside him.

He
glanced to the side and peered into the large green eyes of Obi-Wan
as the little redhead peered back at him.

“Hello
Obi-Wan.” He offered kindly. He knew he had a reputation as a stern
man but that was with the older generations.

Obi-Wan
it seemed, for all intents and purpose, was three and if he made him
cry, he had a feeling Qui-Gon would evict him.

“Hi
gwandmastah.” The toddler smiled at him with dimpled cheeks.

Dooku
chuckled quietly at that and glanced to Qui-Gon who looked rather
pleased for some reason. “What?”

“He’s…well
he tends to hide away around people he’s not familiar with. Its nice
to see he considers you safe, that’s all.” Qui-Gon said in
satifaction.

“Indeed.”
Yan looked back to the little redhead. “How about I tell you a few
stories from Qui-Gon’s own padawan days?”

“Pwease!”

“Oh
no…”

“Well
then, we were dispatched to the planet of Zyoara for a diplomatic
incident…”

Obi Wan gets deaged while he’s with the clones and there are no Jedi around to help out. Cody and Rex are Stressed because infant care wAS NOT COVERED BY THE KANIOIANS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Pretty please?

Posted on av swmoddy

Two enormous green
eyes stared at them under a tuft of copper hair.

They stared back.

“…Tell me
General Skywalker is on his way.”

“He’s still four
days out. Even with the speeders.” Cody adjusted his grip on the
little bundle. “Is he suppose to be this focused?”

“I have no
kriffing idea. I don’t even know how old he is, somewhere between
newborn and a year it looks like.” Rex scratched the back of his
head. “…Why is he squirming?”

“I-I don’t
know…infant care wasn’t really covered in our training you know.”
Cody snorted and then the deaged general started to whimper.
“…Rex?” Cody hissed in panic.

“Ah…Ah…Kix,
I’ll get Kix, he might be able to help?”

“Aaaaaaah.”
There was a soft snuffle and a louder whimper.

“Go get him!”

“WAAAAAAH!”

De-aged obi-wan gets sick and sith qui-gon shifts into his full mother hen mode

Posted on av swmoddy

“Mastah ’m fine.”
The child coughed, effectively making his sentence moot. The stuffed
nose alone made it moot as it was and Qui-Gon snorted quietly, giving
his little one a small glare, eyes glowing yellow.

“You have space
flu little one. That is not being fine.” He carefully slid the
cooled cloth over the child’s flushed face. “I knew I should have
checked on your inoculations before taking you to space.” But they
had been in a hurry and Qui-Gon had not actually expected having to
leave so soon.

If it hadn’t been
for the Jedi having discovered where he kept Obi-Wan…

No matter, he would
handle it.

“Your fever is
high little one. You can barely keep down even the broth I’ve been
feeding you and you are broadcasting.” He rested the back of his
hand against a flushed cheek and growled quietly. “And your fever
is not going down.”

“Sorry…”
Obi-Wan winced, trying to pull up his shields.

“Oh little imp, I
didn’t mean it like that. I don’t like seeing you sick.” He stroked
the soft copper hair. “I care about you and this is my fault for
not making sure you had your shots.”  

His apprentice
hesitated then shuffled until he could put his head in Qui-Gon’s lap,
hiccuping a bit. “Feel horrible mastah.”

“I know little
one, let it all out.” Qui-Gon continued slowly sliding his fingers
through the others hair. “Its alright.”

Obi-Wan hiccuped
again. His head hurt, his body ached, he couldn’t breath through his
nose and every time Qui-Gon tried to make him eat his stomach pulled
into knots and he was much to warm! He started to cry into the others
lap, a broad hand rubbing his back slowly in uneven circles, his
master’s Force presence soothingly against his own frazzled senses.

“I’m going to
draw you a bath once you feel ready, the droid will clean up the bed
and then you’re going right back to bed in clean pjs. Alright?”
Qui-Gon murmured as he let the little imp sob, his discomfort
broadcasted for all to feel.

“U-Uhu.”

Kind of in love with your deaged Obi-Wan and Sith Qui-Gon :D Any chance Anakin will stumble across and just be like, «Holy kriff. What???»

Posted on av swmoddy

Anakin growled and
used the Force to pull a desk from the wall and slam it into the
remaining droids pinning them down, glaring menacingly at the broken
mechs before getting up and nodding to Quinlan.

“Okay, from what
they managed to find out, Obi-Wan is suppose to be here by what
little they managed to get from the databanks. He’s never far from
Scarvos side honestly and Scarvos is reported to have a high level of
possession in the matter of who gets to be around him.” It had
taken months to track down any information about his former master at
all.

Senator Palpatine
had finally managed to scrounge up some from a agent of his and had
sent it Anakin’s way, cautioning the knight to be careful.

Vos grumbled and
looked around. “I can’t feel him here now though…or Scarvos for
that matter. Only traces and remains of them and someone I think is
that Zebrak sith.”

Anakin cursed.
“Okay, then we look for clues to where they might have taken him?”

Quinlan sighed but
nodded. “Lets find where they kept Obi-Wan and see if we can pull
any recordings from this place, there’s cameras most places here.”
He gestured to one in the hall, small but obvious yet to their eyes.

Anakin glowered at
it before following the Force to where Obi-Wan’s presence felt the
strongest, the door swishing open after a bit he hacked the door
open. Then he froze, staring into the room.

It was large, in
light blue and white with a window that was still open and the closet
door left ajar in the haste to leave. There was a bed, a desk with a
computer, chair, a coms terminal and a small table with sitting
pillows around and a empty teacup.

But what struck him
the most was the amount of toys in the room and the small sized
clothes he could spot both on the floor and in the closet.

“Vos…this looks
like a child’s room.” He growled quietly. “And not a prisoner
room either.” The Kiffar master looked around then nodded, moving
into the room and towards the bed, hesitantly reaching for one of the
stuffed toys, a nexus.

Anakin moved to the
data terminal, knowing he could hack the cameras from it.

“…Skywalker,
can you get the security images from this room, go back a few days?”
The other knight sounded odd and Anakin glanced over his shoulder at
the other man, giving a small frown at the look on his face.
“I…yes? Want me to get that first?” He noted the shock leaking
into the Force.

“Please.”
Quinlan said hoarsely, moving beside the other with the stuffed toy
in hand.

Anakin shot him a
baffled look, wondering what the other had seen with his skills
before working his way through the codes until he had the footage of
the room. And promptly he understood what had the other so shocked.

There, on the bed,
sat a redheaded child, slowly levitating a ball and moving it around.
He had to be around seven or so, dressed up in a nice blue tunic,
black leggins and soft looking boots, a small stubby padawan braid
stuck out behind his right ear though his hair wasn’t cut quite as
short as the traditional cut, instead layered in soft waves.

“…There’s not a
chance that Obi-Wan has some long lost relative, is there?” Anakin
asked weakly as the child continued floating the ball and then
raising a second one, his face frowning in concentration.

“No…what did
Qui-Gon DO to him?” Quinlan whispered.

There was a shuffle
and the balls dropped suddenly as the door opened, Qui-Gon himself
striding into the room. The child, Obi-Wan, jumped to his feet and
ran to him, quickly being picked up by the sith who chuckled warmly.
“I see you missed me.”

“Course I did
master, Ventress and Maul are fun but you’re better.” The child
beamed.

A slightly smug
look crossed the sith’s face before he squeezed Obi-Wan carefully to
him. “I do hope you behaved for them, you know how Dooku hates it
when Ventress complains to him.”

“…I may have swiched her lotions out with dye?”

“Indeed, what
kind of dye little one?” Qui-Gon looked more amused then angry.

“…A long
lasting one…in yellow?”

“…Lets go see
Ventress!” Qui-Gon rumbled, laughing as he left the child’s room
with Obi-Wan still on his hip.

“What.the.kriff?”
Anakin hissed, eyes wide.

“We-we need to
report to the council…and pull all the data we can from these
banks.” Quinlan managed to get out.

The continuation to de-aged Obi-Wan and sith Qui-Gon, this time with Maul making Qui-Gon jealous? :D

Posted on av swmoddy

“Maul!”

The Dathomirian Zabrak stopped, his pack slung over one shoulder as he turned towards the exited sounding voice with a half smirk on his face if only because of the glowering presence one Qui-Gon Jinn when the mans seven year old apprentice ran right into the other sith’s legs, hugging them tightly while looking adoringly up at him.

“Hello Obi-Wan.” He reached down, ruffling soft red hair, marveling at the texture of it against his own skin.

“Dooku said you were back! He said you completed your mission with satisfaction!” The child beamed at him and Maul preened a bit at that, knowing that was as close as the Count came to saying perfect when it came to any other sith then his own precious apprentice or grand-apprentice.

“Indeed I did little one.” He chuckled quietly, enjoying the way Jinn tensed at his own endearment for Obi-Wan leaving Maul’s lips. It was quite obvious that the other man was envious of the way his apprentice was behaving.

And who was Maul to resist a bit of baiting. “I even had time to pick up a gift for you.” He teased the deaged Jedi. “If your master will allow it that is.”

Obi-Wan gasped and turned to Qui-Gon, green eyes wide in hope, the tall man schooling his face into a pleasantly bland look instead of the scowl he had been sporting. “Please?”

It was the same look the child shot him at the dinner table when he was requesting extra dessert, and Maul had quickly learned that if nothing else, Jinn was weak to this look and would not deny his apprentice anything.

“If its not harmful then of course Obi-Wan, gifts are…nice.”

The child beamed then turned back to Maul as the Zebrak reached into his bag, digging a bit around. He smirked as he held out the soft toy for the seven year old, the nexus made from proper fur with well done stitches.

Obi-Wan took it with a low awed noise. “I-I’m kinda to old for stuffed toys…”

“No you’re not. Stuffed toys are great.” Maul drawled. “I was in a hurry or I would have gotten you a larger one.” And with that he meant he had been busy feeling the Jedi behind him with his intel or he would have stolen a bigger one but details.

Obi-Wan squeezed the toy to his chest and beamed up at him. “Thank you!”

“Mmmn, you’re welcome.” Maul smirked at Jinn who’s jaw muscle was jerking as he gritted his teeth.

Can we see more of de-aged obi-Wan and Sith!Qui-Gon please? ( btw your writing is great! I love this blog!)

Posted on av swmoddy

He
woke to the soft lub-dub of a heartbeat underneath his ear and the
harsh sounds of a keypad being written with, the crisp sounds of the
keys being tapped in wrenching him further out of his sleepy state.
He didn’t want to wake up more though, he was warm and comfortable
and safe!

The
sound however stopped and his comfort shifted, the arm wrapped around
him adjusting slightly. “Little one?” A amused voice murmured. “I
can feel your displeasure.” The chest he had been resting against
rumbled.

Obi-Wan
sleepily shifted to peer up, his pale cheek lined with red strips
from the others tunic, meeting the golden eyes of the man caring for
him. “I…sorry. I shouldn’t…”

“Its
fine Obi-Wan, I didn’t say I minded.” Qui-Gon soothed the seven
year old, delighting when the child rubbed his cheek against his
tunic. The lack of memories had been unexpected but the personality
had remained the same if a bit more childish, giving Qui-Gon a clean
slate to work with, his wonderful padawan his to mould even with the
faint memories the other had of the temple.

He
smoothed his hand over the soft copper tresses then stood with the
seven year old in his arms. “I did push you quite a bit in your
training today, though you did very well little one.”

A shy
smile at the praise and endearment lingered on Obi-Wan’s lips. “Thank
you, where are we going though?”

“Its
dinner time.” Qui-Gon shrugged, rubbing the others back. He well
knew the other could walk but well…consider him possessive, but he
liked keeping Obi-Wan as close as possible.

“Oh,
is Master Dooku going to be there too?” Obi-Wan asked, wrapping his
arms up around Qui-Gon’s neck. It amused Qui-Gon to no end how Dooku
had gone from being reserved about his little imp to doting and
spoiling him as much as Qui-Gon did, even teaching the redhead
occasionally.

But
perhaps the Count of Serenno had always wanted grandchildren deep
down. Obi-Wan would be the closest the man would get now.

“Perhaps,
he is very busy you know.” Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to the
child’s temple. “Regardless, the dinner will be good and who knows,
perhaps Ventress will join us.”

“Ick.”
Was Obi-Wan’s only response, coaxing a booming laugh from the sith.

Okay but a combination between deaged!Obi-Wan and sith!Qui-Gon?

Posted on av swmoddy

He’s
tiny, floating around in the bacta tank, no more then seven at the
least.

His
hair looks blood red in through the fluids and his freckles stands
out so much more pronounced then ever, the mole on his face tiny as
everything else with all the injuries slowly healing in the bacta.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t wanted to hurt Obi-Wan but the other was being difficult, it
was hard enough to fight in a confined space without added hurdles
like not wanting to injure someone. So his former padawan had
suffered both broken bones and bleeding injuries to his entire body.

One
Force shove, to try and get distance and Obi-Wan had fallen into the
experimental vat of chemicals the scientists had been working on. For
a harrowing moment he had thought…

“Qui-Gon,
are you still here?” He barely twitched at Dooku’s voice as the man
slid up beside him, peering at the redheaded child in the tank too.
“The bacta is doing its job Qui-Gon, and the scientists are
examining the blood sample, there’s nothing else to do.”

“I
just…he’s in there. My padawan.
I may have a new chance here depending.” Qui-Gon looked to Dooku,
eyes flickering between colors. “I thought I’d killed him until he
crawled out of that vat on his own. And then he started to shrink
with all his injuries…” Qui-Gon had jumped of the platform to
Obi-Wan’s side even as the Jedi had cried out in pain, had clung to
the sith’s cloak for comfort, support.

“I
know. It was unavoidable Qui-Gon. But staying here won’t heal him.”

“Well…”
Qui-Gon looked back at the tank.

“Don’t
tell me, you’re feeding him energy.” Dooku sighed, he had thought
the other was just filtering through the Force, not actively using
it.

“Only
some. We never broke our bond and after the war…I imagine it made
him feel better to have it, a way to track me so to speak. Worked the
same way in return. Now though I can give him some extra Force. I’d
rather have him out of the tank sooner then later, before the Jedi
discover where we are.” Eyes flickered yellow for a long second
before he focused back. He did rather want his padawan as healthy as
possible once they left instead of a half mended bone.

“The
scientists and doctors are unsure how the chemicals may have affected
him, the obvious aside.” Dooku offered after a long silence. “Some
are speaking about memory loss. Others about regression. Some think
there will be no other changes then physical.”

“Regardless,
physically he is seven. Or around it at least.” Qui-Gon reached out
and rested a large hand on the tank, smiling a bit. “I must have
been a fool to have left him for thirteen years, Force, I should have
taken him in the moment I could, nurtured him under my wings.”

“You’re
fond of him.”

“I’m
attached to all my padawans, even Xanatos when he still lived. Feemor
is…to far away from my grasp but Obi-Wan is right here. And right
now, he’s a tiny thing.”

“You
and your pathetic strays.”

“Ah,
Obi-Wan will be a wonderful sith, wait and see my master. My little dark star.”

DEAGED!OBI-WAN WITH JEDI KNIGHT XANATOS AND FEEMOR! And Quinlan’s with Garen’s reaction when they found out xDDD (Am I being too greedy?)

Posted on av swmoddy

“Are
you sure about this Xanatos?” Feemor eyed the younger knight with a
small frown. “Qui-Gon is going to be very mad.”

“Oh
lay of, he’s exhausted, you can tell by the way he’s braiding his
hair to keep it out of the way.” Xanatos typed in the code for the
door with a grin. “He deserves a brea-ooooh.” His grin turned
wide and he carefully tip toed towards the couch where Qui-Gon was
resting with their now very tiny brother padawan on his chest on the
couch.

One
large arm was wrapped around the three year old as heavy breaths on
the verge of snoring escaped the Jedi master while Obi-Wan was
contently snuggled into the others chest.

Xanatos
carefully slipped the arm of Obi-Wan, grinning wider when Qui-Gon
grunted in unhappiness before slowly picking up the little warm
bundle that was Obi-Wan and handing him to his blond fellow knight.
Qui-Gon gave a low grumbling noise and his arm moved in a patting
motion, searching.

The
two shot each others looks before Xanatos quickly grabbed a pillow
and stuffed it in his former masters arms. Feemor just stood there
frozen, if this didn’t work and Qui-Gon woke, he was totally going to
blame the other knight.

Though
Obi-Wan was a adorable little thing.

However,
to both their lucks, Qui-Gon settled, arm wrapped around the pillow.

“I’ll
leave a message for him.” Xanatos whispered as they made their way
out, the crazy loon of a younger brother padawan grinning wider and
wider as they made their escape.

Feemor
just shook his head and cuddled Obi-Wan to him, tucking him against
his shoulder. “He is going to be so angry. I hope he doesn’t decide
to wash our mouths out with soap like when we were younger.”

“We’re
knights.” Xanatos laughed. “And adults.”

“And
we stole his currently very young padawan while they were both
napping and just left a message for when he woke. You’re right, he’s
going to ask to spar with us in the salle and beat both our asses in
front of everyone.” Feemor snorted before shifting his attention as
Obi-Wan squirmed and yawned. “Obi-Wan?”

Tiny
hands fisted themselves into Feemor’s shirt as sleepy green eyes
peered up at him. “Femo?” The sleepy toddler mumbled and looked
around. “Xana?” He whined and looked around more. “Where
mastah?”

“Master
had to go talk to the council.” Xanatos quickly jumped in, beaming
wildly as he reached out to ruffle the soft fluff of Obi-Wan’s hair.
“So we’re taking you to see your friends and have dinner with us.
We even have cream puffs for after.”

“Puff?”
Obi-Wan gave a sleepy smile at that, settling in Feemor’s arms as the
blond shot the raven a dark look before smiling at Obi-Wan. “Indeed
little brother padawan, cream puff but dinner first. Qui-Gon told me
you’ve become quite fussy about what you’re eating but that’s fine,
we ordered from Dex to be delivered.” He bounced the little one
gently, walking towards Xanatos quarters.

“And
your friends Obi!” Xanatos skipped beside them, a delighted grin
crossing his face as the redhead focused on him with more alert eyes.

“Fwiends?”

“Garen,
Quinlan and Bant, Reef is out with his master but those three are
here at least.” Xanatos laughed at Obi-Wan’s excited squirming. He
hadn’t had a chance to see his friends since before the mission which
had left himself in such a situation.

()()()()

“No
way…you’re so tiny Obi!” Bant cooed happily, cuddling him when
the tiny toddler crawled into her lap and hugged the Mon Calmari with
all his might. Which was pretty substantial for a kid his age.

“Bant!
No tiny!”

“Yeah,
you heard him. He’s not tiny.” Garen laughed in surprised awe and
picked up his very little friend, throwing him in the air and
catching him before giving him a squeeze, grinning at the delighted
giggle.

“He’s
just as short as ever, aren’t you Obi-Wan?” Quinlan joined,
ruffling the little red hair.

Obi-Wan
pouted at all of them.

“Oi,
that’s enough, don’t make him cry. Master Qui-Gon is going to be
annoyed as it is.” Xanatos broke in, sniggering happily as Feemor
set the table.

Green
eyes narrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“Because
of the council.” Feemor smoothly injected. “You know how he gets
every time he argues with them.”

“Oh…eeee!
No tickle! Garen!” The toddler squawked and flailed, trying to
escape his friends arms.

“Okay
you three, time to eat and time for you to escape the scene of
crime.” Xanatos grinned at them though he was a tiny bit serious,
if Qui-Gon thought they were involved in this little kidnapping
session…

“Aww,
well I do have homework to be done.” Bant sighed then cuddled
Obi-Wan, the toddler still breathing heavily from the tickle. “Bye
Obi.”

“Yeah,
hopefully next time you’re bigger Obi-Wan, and we can talk a lot
more.” Quinlan waggled his eyebrows then laughed and ducked Bant’s
hand before fleeing out the door with her in pursuit.

Garen
shook his head and cuddled him gently before handing the toddler to
Xanatos. “I should follow and make sure they don’t bowl over a
master.” He grinned. “And get some caf…I think I need it.” He
sniggered and waved to the redhead before making his way out too.

Obi-Wan
stared after them in pouty surprise before looking up at Xanatos.
“Puff?”

“Dinner
first, we got something good from Dex after all, all for you.”
Xanatos beamed, settling the toddler in the padded chair they had
looted from the creche for the occasion.

They
were almost finished eating when something flooded the Force and
Obi-Wan scrunched up his face and looked at the older knights.
“Oh-uh.”

“Oh-uh?”
Feemor repeated, a resigned air in his voice as he pulled out the
puff pastries, wondering if they could appease Qui-Gon.

“Mmmn?”
Xanatos blinked.

“Xana
and Femo stole Obi. Mastah not happy.” Obi-Wan said seriously,
staring at them. “Mastah not happy at all.”

“…Well
kriff, he napped longer then I thought then.” Xanatos sighed and
reached for a puff pastry. “Lets get you sugared up Obi-Wan.”

I LOST MY GODDAMN MIND TO THOSE DEAGED!OBI-WAN MORE PLEASE ; A ; Can we have Mace inside the picture this time???

Posted on av swmoddy

“No
Obi-Wan, we are not going to Dex. The commissary will have to do
until I can restock the kitchen.”  Qui-Gon shifted Obi-Wan on his
arm and continued onwards to the Masters table, knowing the other was
pouting.

He was
liable to giving into those big watery eyes if he looked to long at
them.

Instead
he focused on the chair beside Mace and Jocasta Nu, settling with his
padawan on his lap.

“He
being trouble I see?”

“Not
as much trouble as hating the commissary food as much as always. “
Qui-Gon sighed and petted the fluffy red hair that was his padawan’s
head. “Only he’s three and therefor its harder to convince him. Not
that I’m happy about being here either.” He offered dryly.

Madam
Nu chuckled in amusement beside them and smiled at Obi-Wan. “Little
taste buds don’t like overcooked greens, a well documented fact.”
She teased and then covered a laugh when Obi-Wan scrunched up his
face as much as he could and hid in Qui-Gon’s chest.

“I’m
sure they won’t be that bad Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon tried to assure and
Mace gave a low snort.

“Pie.
Pot pie Mastah.” Obi-Wan whined.

“If
they have Obi-Wan. If not we will have to be thankful for what
is….which reminds me I need to get a tray.” Qui-Gon sighed then
looked at Mace, a contemplating look entering his eyes before he
popped the little squirming toddler into the dark skinned mans arms
and stood. “You can look after Obi-Wan while I get our food.” He
said in glee before practically leaping away.

“Qui-Gon!”
Mace hands went to the padawan on his lap and then the two stared at
each other. Mace swore he could feel every ones eyes on them and a
bead of sweat rolling down his forehead and was that Depa sniggering
at him!?

“…Hi?”
He offered.

To his
horror Obi-Wan’s bottom lip started to quiver. ‘Mission abort,
mission abort, find a gentle soul!’ To his horror there was now empty
chairs on each side of him.

‘Kriffing
sith hells! Okay, I can do this…its just Padawan Obi-Wan…that’s
right, its just Padawan Kenobi, younger, more emotional but still
him.’ Mace released his panic into the Force then shifted the little
boy closer to him, tucking him protectively to him. “Well then
Obi-Wan, I do hope your maverick master has been treating you well?”

Obi-Wan
bottom lip were still quivering but he nodded, staring up at him with
those wide green eyes.

“Oh
good…” A look entered Mace eyes. “Did he ever tell you about
the time he smuggled a slug-rat all the way to the temple to care
for? And it got lose in Master Dooku’s quarters and escaped into
Master Yoda’s before it had babies in Qui-Gon’s own bed?”

Green
eyes turned even wider and the bottom lip stopped trembling as the
little one shook his head.

In the
line for food, Qui-Gon felt a chill enter his bones.

Continuation of your de-aged Obi-Wan snippet? Tea with Yoda?

Posted on av swmoddy

The
scone is gently floated in front of Obi-Wan’s face until he takes it,
giggling a bit when he notices the purple jam that he eagerly starts
to nibble at, the youngling looking for more content then when they
arrived.

But
then again, a scone with a sweet jam did go a long way Qui-Gon mused
as he watched little fingers get sticky from it.

“Sweets
Obi-Wan has always adored. Jogan jam a nice yet healthy addition to
scones.” Yoda chuckled quietly while picking up his cup. Qui-Gon
just hummed as Obi-Wan settled on his lap with his treat. “I guess
I’ve been withholding him from sweets lately. Perhaps cream puff
balls after dinner today?” He grinned at the wide green eyes that
stared up at him. “Oh you like that idea.” He teased, delighting
in the little giggle though liking it less when a sticky, purple
lipped face hid in his chest.

He
almost sighed.

Que
word being almost.

He
looked to Yoda and shrugged a bit, reaching for the moist napkins he
had brought with him.

“Spoil
him you do.” Yoda chuckled. “Complaints I’ve heard from other
masters. Worried about attachment they are.”

Qui-Gon’s
brows furrowed at that. “Well they can suck a-”

“Finish
that you will not, or gimer stick over your skins will go.” Yoda
warned, smirking a bit when Obi-Wan giggled again. “Good for him
this is, his place not in question is.” There was a meaningful
lightness to the words and Qui-Gon stroked the soft tuft of copper
hair before cleaning of sticky fingers and around the purple coated
mouth with the moist napkin.

“His
place was never in question. Its right here, beside me or well
currently in my lap.” Qui-Gon murmured.

“Lost
sometimes Obi-Wan feels.”

“Nuhu
Mastha Yoda.” Obi-Wan protested, a flush covering his pouty cheeks
and over his ears. “Not lost.”

Yoda
hummed and then smiled softly at the padawan. “Controlling your
visions you are? Harder it is?”

Obi-Wan
pouted more then hid in Qui-Gon’s chest as the Master looked to their
grandmaster. “Visions always plagued Obi-Wan, strong in the
Unifying Force as he is. Trained with me he did then.” Yoda peered
back at Qui-Gon. “Nightmares he’s had?”

“Some,
I…”

“Dismissed
them? Common this was, Obi-Wan often woke from visions. Fire across
the sky he saw, death, pain. Some his, some others.” Yoda sighed.
“Some come to pass and others not. Mindful you should be of his
visions, destinies and fate changed by them.”

Qui-Gon
frowned, tucking his padawan closer to him. “I live in the moment
Master Yoda, my strength-”

“Living
Force. But discount the Unifying Force you should not. Nor your own
padawan. Strong he is Qui-Gon, a great disservice to him it would be
to ignore his warnings.” The grandmaster of the order finished his
cup, staring at the padawan of his padawan. “Trust in him you
should.”

“I
do trust him. I just-” Qui-Gon took a deep breath, breaking of his
own sentence. “You can’t live on visions.”

“Live
on them I do not advice no. But dismiss them out of hand you should
not either. Not when he still dreams of fire across the skies.”
They both looked down at Obi-Wan, finding the youth snoring quietly
into Qui-Gon’s chest.

“But
naps he needs right now. Talk of more pleasant things we should in
the meantime.”

“Yes
master.”