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PadawanofDooku – We left of as Qui-Gon was confronting the Council. What happened? How does Dooku respond to his older Padawan’s idiocy? How does Naboo go? Who goes there?

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Carefully keying
himself in, Mace took a deep breath while letting his emotions go
into the Force as he crossed the threshold of the assigned quarter of
the Naboo palace, making his way towards the room where misery was
rolling of a person as the wind outside made the curtains of the open
window flutter softly as Mace easily identified who was in such
misery and grief.

Obi-Wan.

Mace felt his own
anguish at the fact that Qui-Gon was lost, that he had returned to
the Force and there was no way they could…

It hurt.

Regardless what
Yoda said about not mourning those who had left them, it hurt so much
to lose an old friend that way.

Yan had gone to the
morgue, looking lost the entire way as he went to see his fallen
former padawan but only after Mace had told him to go while he went
to Obi-Wan.

Slowly stepping
into the bedroom, Mace observed the redhead laying in foster position
on the bed with all curtains drawn for to let no light come in.

“…I couldn’t
get to him in time.” Obi-Wan whispered. “The sith… kicked me in
the hip, I think he broke something and I couldn’t… run.” His
breath stuttered a bit before he curled in tighter around himself.

Crossing the floor,
Mace sat down on the bedside and rested his hand on the others back.
For a moment he just held it there as he stared at the wall before he
started to rub slowly along the others spine as Obi-Wan struggled
against his grief.

“Sometimes…”
Mace finally rumbled. “Sometimes we can try our best… and yet we
fail even those we love.” He settled on quietly. “And we are left
with the grief and the guilt.” He murmured, sighing when the other
flinched a bit. “In those moments, its important to remember what
the person who has left us would have wanted. And I know that Qui-Gon
would never have blamed you.” He finished.

That got a choked
little sob out of Obi-Wan.

Mace continued
rubbing slowly. “Have you been looked over by the medics?” The
master questioned, sighing quietly in relief to himself when Obi-Wan
nodded. “Good. Do you want me to stay?” He asked again.

Once again Obi-Wan
nodded and Mace stayed, hand on Obi-Wan’s back as he offered what
comfort he could to the younger man.

He remained by
Obi-Wan’s side at the pyre as Qui-Gon’s body was consumed by
flames, Yan flanking him on the other side with a hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder. Hidden by their robes, Obi-Wan clings to Mace hand too for
support as the Korun keeps his free hand on young Skywalker’s
shoulder, holding the boy to his side.

Qui-Gon had been
lost, there were no one else to train the boy but…

But the man had
believed so strongly in Anakin that Mace couldn’t just…

And then there was
Obi-Wan, he couldn’t let it all fall apart like this and so he took
Anakin Skywalker as his padawan as he remained by Obi-Wan’s side.

Mace would not let
the future anger he could sense in Anakin consume him, or let the
grief bubbling in Obi-Wan destroy him.

Call it selfish if
you wanted to, but Mace, beneath the cold exterior of his stern stoic
face, cared too much to allow Obi-Wan to be destroyed or for what
Qui-Gon believed in to be snuffed out completely. So he would do this
one last thing for Qui-Gon.

Will Obi-Wan/Mace makes a come back? I would give so much for more of it. For example, Obi-Wan and Mace getting closer after the Rako Haarden thing, because Mace understands difficult duty. And when Anakin stops giving Obi-Wan the cold shoulder, he realizes his Master took Mace as a lover, something he’s sure he could have stopped if he had been there

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Looking up slowly,
Obi-Wan gave Mace a small, thin smile that exposed just how wore down
the younger master was as the Korun offered his hand to him to help
him up. “I’m alright.” He murmured.

“Yes, you looked
alright.” The man murmured dryly before sighing and nodding towards
the elevators as he let go of the others hands. “Walk with me? The
healers have mandated me decompression time and I know you are also
on leave for a few weeks.” He murmured.

Hesitating only a
little bit Obi-Wan finally nodded and followed the other out of the
council chamber with a soft noise. “Yes… after the undercover
mission as Hardeen… well mandate as you said.” He murmured with
his hands in his sleeves.

Giving a low hum,
Mace called the elevator up after the others who had left before
them. For a few long moments neither said anything until Mace finally
spoke up as the doors pinged open. “Is Skywalker still giving you
the cold shoulder?”

At the question,
Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped and gave the Korun all the answer
needed. “I don’t blame him. What I did was terrible and I will be
apologizing for long years to come.” He sighed quietly. “I just
wish…” His words trailed off.

Bumping their upper
arms against each other in a show of solidarity, Mace gave Obi-Wan a
rare smile. “Being lonely is often painful… you don’t have to
be. We’re both here, we could have tea together or spar?” He
offered quietly.

Obi-Wan looked up
at him before smiling softly at him. “I’d like that.”

Offers of sparing
and tea became offers of dinners which became long philosophical
discussions which became quiet moments of sharing meditation together
that eventually slowly evolved into Obi-Wan not leaving Mace quarters
until early morning.

For Mace it was
exploring of a desire he had long held but been uncertain in how to
approach or even if he should approach it at all when the younger man
was so put together and a wonderful Jedi.

For Obi-Wan it
filled the void of loneliness as a skin hunger he had no idea he
carried was filled by warm and strong hands that slowly touched his
skin and teased his hair back from his face as he was pulled into
kisses and shared breaths in the weeks they were both on mandated
medical leave, Mace to decompress from long missions in the field and
Obi-Wan from his undercover stint.

Outside their
quarters they tried not to let it on that anything had changed but
they exhibited a new closeness that they both knew most Jedi had
taken note off even if they didn’t understand the implications of
it all.

But what did that
matter?

What they did
behind closed doors were their business and no one else.

Neither Mace or
Obi-Wan would allow this to spoil their duties, they would not let
their newfound closeness spoil their minds and poison them to the
dark but balance it perfectly.

Duty, love, the
Force, life and death, it was all in their grasp to balance with
delicate care that both Mace and Obi-Wan could handle flawlessly as
both Jedi master’s knew their own minds when it came to love.

Still, that doesn’t
mean they enjoy being caught out when Skywalker suddenly barges into
Obi-Wan’s quarters as Mace is kissing the redhead goodbye, the
knight finally having decided that the cold shoulder is over and that
Obi-Wan is in his good books again for now.

“Obi-Wa-ahn!”
Anakin freezes in the doorway, staring at the two with wide blue eyes
as he looks between the slowly retreating Korun and Obi-Wan who had
jerked from the kiss when the door had been opened.

“Anakin.”
Obi-Wan pressed his hands together, looking surprised yet… defiant.

And Mace?

Mace just looked
calmly at him. “Knight Skywalker.” He nodded before looking to
Obi-Wan. “I will see you later Obi-Wan.” He murmured, smiling
when the other gave a quick nod with his own lips quirking a bit.

Then the older
master slipped by the blond without a backward glance, trusting
Obi-Wan to handle the blond who was staring at the redhead as the
door closed.

“…Obi-Wan?”
Anakin choked out, staring at his master.

“Anakin, pleasure
to see you again… do you want some tea?” Obi-Wan offered, tilting
his head.

“Want som-kark
the tea Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelped, eyes wide. “You’re sleeping
with Mace Windu!”

Moving towards the
kitchen, Obi-Wan gave a low hum. “I prefer the word relationship as
its more then simple pleasure seeking.” He shrugged. “We were
never forbidden from it as long as we can handle the attachment and
consider duty foremost.” He said, forcing himself not to peer over
his shoulder at the other.

He had a feeling if
he turned, he’d find Anakin moping at him and he could almost hear
the others thoughts on how terrible this all was… but Obi-Wan was
allowed to be happy, Mace made him happy.

For once he was
going to allow himself some happiness with someone who could handle
him being a Jedi and handle the duties and terrible things that came
with it.

He wanted to be
happy.

Will Obi-Wan/Mace makes a come back? I would give so much for more of it. For example, Obi-Wan and Mace getting closer after the Rako Haarden thing, because Mace understands difficult duty. And when Anakin stops giving Obi-Wan the cold shoulder, he realizes his Master took Mace as a lover, something he’s sure he could have stopped if he had been there

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Looking up slowly,
Obi-Wan gave Mace a small, thin smile that exposed just how wore down
the younger master was as the Korun offered his hand to him to help
him up. “I’m alright.” He murmured.

“Yes, you looked
alright.” The man murmured dryly before sighing and nodding towards
the elevators as he let go of the others hands. “Walk with me? The
healers have mandated me decompression time and I know you are also
on leave for a few weeks.” He murmured.

Hesitating only a
little bit Obi-Wan finally nodded and followed the other out of the
council chamber with a soft noise. “Yes… after the undercover
mission as Hardeen… well mandate as you said.” He murmured with
his hands in his sleeves.

Giving a low hum,
Mace called the elevator up after the others who had left before
them. For a few long moments neither said anything until Mace finally
spoke up as the doors pinged open. “Is Skywalker still giving you
the cold shoulder?”

At the question,
Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped and gave the Korun all the answer
needed. “I don’t blame him. What I did was terrible and I will be
apologizing for long years to come.” He sighed quietly. “I just
wish…” His words trailed off.

Bumping their upper
arms against each other in a show of solidarity, Mace gave Obi-Wan a
rare smile. “Being lonely is often painful… you don’t have to
be. We’re both here, we could have tea together or spar?” He
offered quietly.

Obi-Wan looked up
at him before smiling softly at him. “I’d like that.”

Offers of sparing
and tea became offers of dinners which became long philosophical
discussions which became quiet moments of sharing meditation together
that eventually slowly evolved into Obi-Wan not leaving Mace quarters
until early morning.

For Mace it was
exploring of a desire he had long held but been uncertain in how to
approach or even if he should approach it at all when the younger man
was so put together and a wonderful Jedi.

For Obi-Wan it
filled the void of loneliness as a skin hunger he had no idea he
carried was filled by warm and strong hands that slowly touched his
skin and teased his hair back from his face as he was pulled into
kisses and shared breaths in the weeks they were both on mandated
medical leave, Mace to decompress from long missions in the field and
Obi-Wan from his undercover stint.

Outside their
quarters they tried not to let it on that anything had changed but
they exhibited a new closeness that they both knew most Jedi had
taken note off even if they didn’t understand the implications of
it all.

But what did that
matter?

What they did
behind closed doors were their business and no one else.

Neither Mace or
Obi-Wan would allow this to spoil their duties, they would not let
their newfound closeness spoil their minds and poison them to the
dark but balance it perfectly.

Duty, love, the
Force, life and death, it was all in their grasp to balance with
delicate care that both Mace and Obi-Wan could handle flawlessly as
both Jedi master’s knew their own minds when it came to love.

Still, that doesn’t
mean they enjoy being caught out when Skywalker suddenly barges into
Obi-Wan’s quarters as Mace is kissing the redhead goodbye, the
knight finally having decided that the cold shoulder is over and that
Obi-Wan is in his good books again for now.

“Obi-Wa-ahn!”
Anakin freezes in the doorway, staring at the two with wide blue eyes
as he looks between the slowly retreating Korun and Obi-Wan who had
jerked from the kiss when the door had been opened.

“Anakin.”
Obi-Wan pressed his hands together, looking surprised yet… defiant.

And Mace?

Mace just looked
calmly at him. “Knight Skywalker.” He nodded before looking to
Obi-Wan. “I will see you later Obi-Wan.” He murmured, smiling
when the other gave a quick nod with his own lips quirking a bit.

Then the older
master slipped by the blond without a backward glance, trusting
Obi-Wan to handle the blond who was staring at the redhead as the
door closed.

“…Obi-Wan?”
Anakin choked out, staring at his master.

“Anakin, pleasure
to see you again… do you want some tea?” Obi-Wan offered, tilting
his head.

“Want som-kark
the tea Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelped, eyes wide. “You’re sleeping
with Mace Windu!”

Moving towards the
kitchen, Obi-Wan gave a low hum. “I prefer the word relationship as
its more then simple pleasure seeking.” He shrugged. “We were
never forbidden from it as long as we can handle the attachment and
consider duty foremost.” He said, forcing himself not to peer over
his shoulder at the other.

He had a feeling if
he turned, he’d find Anakin moping at him and he could almost hear
the others thoughts on how terrible this all was… but Obi-Wan was
allowed to be happy, Mace made him happy.

For once he was
going to allow himself some happiness with someone who could handle
him being a Jedi and handle the duties and terrible things that came
with it.

He wanted to be
happy.

Qui-Gon rejects Obi-Wan as a padawan, and regrets it more and more gutrenchingly each time he sees a happily glowing obi with his smitten new master Mace. As Mace and Obi very publicly fall in love throughout their master/pad partnership Qui becomes increasingly obsessed with the idea it should have been him. A tale of regretted lost chances

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He’s utterly beautiful.

That’s the first thing that strikes
Qui-Gon when he sees the boy the next time almost four years later,
the boy close to sixteen now.

Kneeling beside Mace in the thousand
fountains first garden with a decorated braid resting against his
shoulder and his upper arm brushing against the Korun ever so
slightly.

Mace seems to purposely brush his arm
against the boy in some kind of small sign of reassurance and each
time a beauteous smile lights the boy’s face even as he keeps his
calm and his eyes closed, his breaths slow and steady.

Copper hair from the standard nerf tail
hung loose to brush the nape and Qui-Gon was for the first time in
four years struck by the idea that perhaps…just perhaps he had done
a mistake?

And then Obi-Wan opened soft green and
peered at Mace, utter devotion crossing the teens face as he seemed
to subconsciously lean into the other man.

‘…I may have done a mistake in
letting this one go.’

()()()

The bo-no not a boy anymore, man.

This is a man of nineteen, strong and
straight laced with a calm gaze and a cheeky smile as he stands at
his master’s side, giving the Korun his full attention and
deference as the man is speaking to Master Ka-Adi.

There’s something more in those green
eyes now though, not just utter devotion of a padawan and the
gratefulness of one almost not picked.

Something… barely emerging but soft
and wondrous that lights up even more when Mace turns his attention
to Obi-Wan and quietly says something and even ruffles the short
ginger spikes with a small smile, the man nodding quickly and then
bowing to both master’s before he hurries of, his robe billowing up
with the speed he’s walking at.

He doesn’t even notice Qui-Gon
outside of a customary side-step to avoid crashing into the tall
master.

Doesn’t care for or about Qui-Gon
really.

He has other things to do and once
again Qui-Gon can’t help that feeling that he’s done a mistake
and there’s no way to fix it or gain closeness anymore.

He looks up and catches Mace eyes, the
Korun watching him with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression
before he turns back to Ka-Adi and Qui-Gon marches away.

He still can’t shake the feeling of
error.
()()()

He’s gorgeous, laughing and moving
speedily, sweat dripping of his braid that if rumors were right, were
soon to be cut.

By Qui-Gon’s hip, Anakin peeked
curiously at the spar happening with a bit of awe at how Mace and
Obi-Wan were moving on the mats even as the long braid swung in the
air with all its decorations and Force, how many classes had the
Korun had his padawan take to get not only red and yellow beads, but
also green, black and white.

Not just piloting and weapon
experience, but precognitive visions, covert operations and healing.
And Mace himself had added colored bands all over the long copper
length to it clearly, marks of valor and cunning that he felt his
padawan had earned in the time of need. An experienced senior padawan
about to turn knight.

Kark, Obi-Wan is beautiful, laughing as
the sparring ends, cheeks aglow and eyes sparkling.

Perhaps he’d be willing to go on a
da-

Mace gently brushes the back of his
hand over Obi-Wan’s cheek, his smile soft as he murmurs quiet
praises at the suddenly shy padawan leaning into the touch.

Qui-Gon Jinn had no chance in sith
hells.

Qui-Gon rejects Obi-Wan as a padawan, and regrets it more and more gutrenchingly each time he sees a happily glowing obi with his smitten new master Mace. As Mace and Obi very publicly fall in love throughout their master/pad partnership Qui becomes increasingly obsessed with the idea it should have been him. A tale of regretted lost chances

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He’s utterly beautiful.

That’s the first thing that strikes
Qui-Gon when he sees the boy the next time almost four years later,
the boy close to sixteen now.

Kneeling beside Mace in the thousand
fountains first garden with a decorated braid resting against his
shoulder and his upper arm brushing against the Korun ever so
slightly.

Mace seems to purposely brush his arm
against the boy in some kind of small sign of reassurance and each
time a beauteous smile lights the boy’s face even as he keeps his
calm and his eyes closed, his breaths slow and steady.

Copper hair from the standard nerf tail
hung loose to brush the nape and Qui-Gon was for the first time in
four years struck by the idea that perhaps…just perhaps he had done
a mistake?

And then Obi-Wan opened soft green and
peered at Mace, utter devotion crossing the teens face as he seemed
to subconsciously lean into the other man.

‘…I may have done a mistake in
letting this one go.’

()()()

The bo-no not a boy anymore, man.

This is a man of nineteen, strong and
straight laced with a calm gaze and a cheeky smile as he stands at
his master’s side, giving the Korun his full attention and
deference as the man is speaking to Master Ka-Adi.

There’s something more in those green
eyes now though, not just utter devotion of a padawan and the
gratefulness of one almost not picked.

Something… barely emerging but soft
and wondrous that lights up even more when Mace turns his attention
to Obi-Wan and quietly says something and even ruffles the short
ginger spikes with a small smile, the man nodding quickly and then
bowing to both master’s before he hurries of, his robe billowing up
with the speed he’s walking at.

He doesn’t even notice Qui-Gon
outside of a customary side-step to avoid crashing into the tall
master.

Doesn’t care for or about Qui-Gon
really.

He has other things to do and once
again Qui-Gon can’t help that feeling that he’s done a mistake
and there’s no way to fix it or gain closeness anymore.

He looks up and catches Mace eyes, the
Korun watching him with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression
before he turns back to Ka-Adi and Qui-Gon marches away.

He still can’t shake the feeling of
error.
()()()

He’s gorgeous, laughing and moving
speedily, sweat dripping of his braid that if rumors were right, were
soon to be cut.

By Qui-Gon’s hip, Anakin peeked
curiously at the spar happening with a bit of awe at how Mace and
Obi-Wan were moving on the mats even as the long braid swung in the
air with all its decorations and Force, how many classes had the
Korun had his padawan take to get not only red and yellow beads, but
also green, black and white.

Not just piloting and weapon
experience, but precognitive visions, covert operations and healing.
And Mace himself had added colored bands all over the long copper
length to it clearly, marks of valor and cunning that he felt his
padawan had earned in the time of need. An experienced senior padawan
about to turn knight.

Kark, Obi-Wan is beautiful, laughing as
the sparring ends, cheeks aglow and eyes sparkling.

Perhaps he’d be willing to go on a
da-

Mace gently brushes the back of his
hand over Obi-Wan’s cheek, his smile soft as he murmurs quiet
praises at the suddenly shy padawan leaning into the touch.

Qui-Gon Jinn had no chance in sith
hells.

Mace knows he should really stop watching young Obi-wan, but the Master thinks the teen is the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. His staring has gotten so bad the entire Order knows Mace will ask Obi out the moment he’s a Knight. Everyone knows he’s infatuated with the red head, everyone but the Oblivious Kenobi

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He’s pretty.

He’s so karking pretty that Mace might have gone a bit insane
honestly.

He moves like a damn dancer, like a twi’lek pleasure worker, worth
every bit of credit in the galaxy in a confidant prowling swagger.

If Mace Windu had hair, he’d have torn them out in frustration by
now and if Yoda doesn’t stop sniggering under his breath every time
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan is in the council chamber, Mace will shove him
into one of the pools of the Fountain room.

Obi-Wan is completely oblivious to Mace gaze, standing a step behind
his master and to his left with quiet dignity, his braid slightly
frazzled and resting against his tunics. Oh Force Mace wants to
caress it, rub it between his fingers, figure out if it was as silky
as it looked.

Or press kisses to his clefted chin until Obi-Wan smiled or laughed
so he could press kisses to the dimples instead, chase his lips with
his own and test the experience the other had.

How the hell was he suppose to focus on Qui-Gon speaking when Obi-Wan
was right there with his quiet dignity and flashing eyes.

Speaking of Qui-Gon…

The man was sending him warning glances now and then, blue eyes ever
so faintly narrowed though he otherwise looked serene. The master did
not approve of Mace infatuation with his padawan, hadn’t since the
moment it had been obvious to all that Mace wanted to bed Obi-Wan a
year ago.

Not that Qui-Gon could stop him when Obi-Wan became a knight
eventually.

He’d be an adult then, would be able to say yes and no to what he
wanted and who he wanted and Mace so dearly wanted…

Kark what kind of noises would Obi-Wan make while held?

When someone pressed kisses along his neck and tickled his sides?

Would he laugh freely or would he try to contain it, squeaking until
the dam broke?

What would he sound like when sitting on Mace lap, with hands
stroking and teasing above and beneath the others clothes.

Would he sigh and moan, clench his hands into Mace tunics or return
the favor.

Was Obi-Wan a shy lover or a loud one?

Mace shifted discreetly and took a deep breath that he let out
through his nose as quietly as he could. ‘Blast it, I’m no
fripping teenager anymore, having an erection at a breeze is not
respectable.’

He’d figure out what noises Obi-Wan made one day hopefully but for
now he had to be the respectable Mace Windu of the Jedi Order, master
of the order and creator of the Vapaad. He could wait a few more
years.

“Congratulation Padawan Kenobi, you’re turning into a prospering
Jedi.” Ka-Adi offered warmly to the young man when the report
finished.

Obi-Wan blinked at the council member, visibly surprised.

And then he smiled, a tiny, soft and utterly shy smile as he bowed to
the master with his braid swinging lightly in the air. “Thank you
Master Mundi, but all I did was my duty.”

Oh someone knock him out already, Mace was going to die from
distraction, he’d walk into a pool of water and drown while
watching that karking precious man smile.

Mace knows he should really stop watching young Obi-wan, but the Master thinks the teen is the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. His staring has gotten so bad the entire Order knows Mace will ask Obi out the moment he’s a Knight. Everyone knows he’s infatuated with the red head, everyone but the Oblivious Kenobi

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He’s pretty.

He’s so karking pretty that Mace might have gone a bit insane
honestly.

He moves like a damn dancer, like a twi’lek pleasure worker, worth
every bit of credit in the galaxy in a confidant prowling swagger.

If Mace Windu had hair, he’d have torn them out in frustration by
now and if Yoda doesn’t stop sniggering under his breath every time
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan is in the council chamber, Mace will shove him
into one of the pools of the Fountain room.

Obi-Wan is completely oblivious to Mace gaze, standing a step behind
his master and to his left with quiet dignity, his braid slightly
frazzled and resting against his tunics. Oh Force Mace wants to
caress it, rub it between his fingers, figure out if it was as silky
as it looked.

Or press kisses to his clefted chin until Obi-Wan smiled or laughed
so he could press kisses to the dimples instead, chase his lips with
his own and test the experience the other had.

How the hell was he suppose to focus on Qui-Gon speaking when Obi-Wan
was right there with his quiet dignity and flashing eyes.

Speaking of Qui-Gon…

The man was sending him warning glances now and then, blue eyes ever
so faintly narrowed though he otherwise looked serene. The master did
not approve of Mace infatuation with his padawan, hadn’t since the
moment it had been obvious to all that Mace wanted to bed Obi-Wan a
year ago.

Not that Qui-Gon could stop him when Obi-Wan became a knight
eventually.

He’d be an adult then, would be able to say yes and no to what he
wanted and who he wanted and Mace so dearly wanted…

Kark what kind of noises would Obi-Wan make while held?

When someone pressed kisses along his neck and tickled his sides?

Would he laugh freely or would he try to contain it, squeaking until
the dam broke?

What would he sound like when sitting on Mace lap, with hands
stroking and teasing above and beneath the others clothes.

Would he sigh and moan, clench his hands into Mace tunics or return
the favor.

Was Obi-Wan a shy lover or a loud one?

Mace shifted discreetly and took a deep breath that he let out
through his nose as quietly as he could. ‘Blast it, I’m no
fripping teenager anymore, having an erection at a breeze is not
respectable.’

He’d figure out what noises Obi-Wan made one day hopefully but for
now he had to be the respectable Mace Windu of the Jedi Order, master
of the order and creator of the Vapaad. He could wait a few more
years.

“Congratulation Padawan Kenobi, you’re turning into a prospering
Jedi.” Ka-Adi offered warmly to the young man when the report
finished.

Obi-Wan blinked at the council member, visibly surprised.

And then he smiled, a tiny, soft and utterly shy smile as he bowed to
the master with his braid swinging lightly in the air. “Thank you
Master Mundi, but all I did was my duty.”

Oh someone knock him out already, Mace was going to die from
distraction, he’d walk into a pool of water and drown while
watching that karking precious man smile.

In Crèche Master Obi-Wan can we see Qui Gon being a bit arrogant and somewhat looking down on Obi-Wan because he didn’t complete his trials only for Obi-Wan to take him down either in a spar or with his wits to the complete delight of the Initiates and Mace who all adore him?

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“Do you believe I’m unable to fight just because I haven’t
finished my trials master Jinn?” Obi-Wan drawled, the young mans
eyes narrowed and Mace quickly grasped Anakin and Tru Veld, one of
the boys friends, by the shoulders and drew them back from the
sparring mats.

He knew his lovers temper and he was sure they were about to witness
a cold release on Jinn.

Not that Qui-Gon wouldn’t deserve it after his perhaps less then
kind comment.

Honestly the long haired master had been outright derogatory towards
Obi-Wan for a while now since it was clear that Anakin’s new
favorite Jedi was apparently Obi-Wan now and Obi-Wan had been filling
Anakin’s head with ‘ideas’.

Qui-Gon slowly crossed his arms over his chest, raising his brows.
“Not unable, just not to the same par as a Jedi knight or master.”
He drawled.

Obi-Wan, normally so calm, twitched at that before nodding sharply.
“Fine then, you and me, now. Then we’ll see.” He rolled his
shoulders.

And that lead to Qui-Gon’s current condition of laying on his side
with scorched tunics and a wounded pride as Obi-Wan casually swept
his hair back and put his saber back on his belt.

A creche members primary duty may be the care of the children in the
creche but it was also the protection to them.

And that included battle training, something Obi-Wan did not take for
granted as he remembered the temple bombing that had almost succeeded
in harming a whole class of Initiates. As the long haired master was
pushing himself up, Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of him, arms
crossed over his chest as he stared down at him with a blank look on
his face. “A creche master job is to care and protect. I hope you
don’t forget that in the future because I am more then willing to
show you exactly how far I can throw you without the Force.” He
ducked down a bit, meeting the mans blue eyes. “Nine years ago
Xanatos Du Crion, your Fallen pupil, almost harmed the creche and its
inhabitants all in an attempt as some kind fool hearted revenge on
you. I will be karked before I allow anyone to harm my
children. Are we clear Master Jinn?” He growled quietly.

The long haired master stared at him before slowly nodding. “Yes
creche master Kenobi.” He murmured.

Mace let go of Tru and Anakin so the two could rush over to gush at
Obi-Wan as he went to Qui-Gon to help the other man up, smirking
faintly. “I told you not to challenge him.”

That gained him a scowl from the other man and Mace sniggered
quietly.

It was nice to see Obi-Wan’s wrath turned on someone other then the
council.

“How was I suppose to know he was that well trained? I’m not
stupid Mace.” Qui-Gon grumbled, stroking his hair back.

The council master shrugged. “Obi-Wan became a creche master for a
reason Qui-Gon. He’s kind to the children, strong to protect them
and compassionate to sooth their fears. He revamped a system in
stagnation and soothed the fears of children who couldn’t become
Jedi Knights by showing them the benefits of other paths… we have
less Fallen former members in the last five years then ever and its
all down to him.” Windu turned to look at Obi-Wan, watching him
laugh. “And those Initiates he trained has become members of the
Galaxy who… are trusted. People trust their compassion. I won’t
say that he’s not wrong in some areas but he’s made the Jedi
likable again. He personally trains the Searchers.” He shrugged.

Qui-Gon frowned but nodded slowly. “I see… perhaps I have been…
underestimating him a bit.” He snorted at Mace look. “Alright, a
lot. But I learned my lessons.” He winced, rubbing his lower back.
“My bruises will have bruises.”

Mace smirked. “With compassion also comes discipline. Obi-Wan can
and will exert discipline too on the unruly, though I must admit that
usually tends to be standing in a corner and thinking about what
they’ve done and pranking on the older generation. Sparring and
kicking their asses is new, so congratulation on being the first one
Qui-Gon.” He teased.

Qui-Gon snorted.

In Crèche Master Obi-Wan can we see Qui Gon being a bit arrogant and somewhat looking down on Obi-Wan because he didn’t complete his trials only for Obi-Wan to take him down either in a spar or with his wits to the complete delight of the Initiates and Mace who all adore him?

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“Do you believe I’m unable to fight just because I haven’t
finished my trials master Jinn?” Obi-Wan drawled, the young mans
eyes narrowed and Mace quickly grasped Anakin and Tru Veld, one of
the boys friends, by the shoulders and drew them back from the
sparring mats.

He knew his lovers temper and he was sure they were about to witness
a cold release on Jinn.

Not that Qui-Gon wouldn’t deserve it after his perhaps less then
kind comment.

Honestly the long haired master had been outright derogatory towards
Obi-Wan for a while now since it was clear that Anakin’s new
favorite Jedi was apparently Obi-Wan now and Obi-Wan had been filling
Anakin’s head with ‘ideas’.

Qui-Gon slowly crossed his arms over his chest, raising his brows.
“Not unable, just not to the same par as a Jedi knight or master.”
He drawled.

Obi-Wan, normally so calm, twitched at that before nodding sharply.
“Fine then, you and me, now. Then we’ll see.” He rolled his
shoulders.

And that lead to Qui-Gon’s current condition of laying on his side
with scorched tunics and a wounded pride as Obi-Wan casually swept
his hair back and put his saber back on his belt.

A creche members primary duty may be the care of the children in the
creche but it was also the protection to them.

And that included battle training, something Obi-Wan did not take for
granted as he remembered the temple bombing that had almost succeeded
in harming a whole class of Initiates. As the long haired master was
pushing himself up, Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of him, arms
crossed over his chest as he stared down at him with a blank look on
his face. “A creche master job is to care and protect. I hope you
don’t forget that in the future because I am more then willing to
show you exactly how far I can throw you without the Force.” He
ducked down a bit, meeting the mans blue eyes. “Nine years ago
Xanatos Du Crion, your Fallen pupil, almost harmed the creche and its
inhabitants all in an attempt as some kind fool hearted revenge on
you. I will be karked before I allow anyone to harm my
children. Are we clear Master Jinn?” He growled quietly.

The long haired master stared at him before slowly nodding. “Yes
creche master Kenobi.” He murmured.

Mace let go of Tru and Anakin so the two could rush over to gush at
Obi-Wan as he went to Qui-Gon to help the other man up, smirking
faintly. “I told you not to challenge him.”

That gained him a scowl from the other man and Mace sniggered
quietly.

It was nice to see Obi-Wan’s wrath turned on someone other then the
council.

“How was I suppose to know he was that well trained? I’m not
stupid Mace.” Qui-Gon grumbled, stroking his hair back.

The council master shrugged. “Obi-Wan became a creche master for a
reason Qui-Gon. He’s kind to the children, strong to protect them
and compassionate to sooth their fears. He revamped a system in
stagnation and soothed the fears of children who couldn’t become
Jedi Knights by showing them the benefits of other paths… we have
less Fallen former members in the last five years then ever and its
all down to him.” Windu turned to look at Obi-Wan, watching him
laugh. “And those Initiates he trained has become members of the
Galaxy who… are trusted. People trust their compassion. I won’t
say that he’s not wrong in some areas but he’s made the Jedi
likable again. He personally trains the Searchers.” He shrugged.

Qui-Gon frowned but nodded slowly. “I see… perhaps I have been…
underestimating him a bit.” He snorted at Mace look. “Alright, a
lot. But I learned my lessons.” He winced, rubbing his lower back.
“My bruises will have bruises.”

Mace smirked. “With compassion also comes discipline. Obi-Wan can
and will exert discipline too on the unruly, though I must admit that
usually tends to be standing in a corner and thinking about what
they’ve done and pranking on the older generation. Sparring and
kicking their asses is new, so congratulation on being the first one
Qui-Gon.” He teased.

Qui-Gon snorted.

In Crèche Master Obi-Wan can we see Qui Gon being a bit arrogant and somewhat looking down on Obi-Wan because he didn’t complete his trials only for Obi-Wan to take him down either in a spar or with his wits to the complete delight of the Initiates and Mace who all adore him?

Posted on av swmoddy

“Do you believe I’m unable to fight just because I haven’t
finished my trials master Jinn?” Obi-Wan drawled, the young mans
eyes narrowed and Mace quickly grasped Anakin and Tru Veld, one of
the boys friends, by the shoulders and drew them back from the
sparring mats.

He knew his lovers temper and he was sure they were about to witness
a cold release on Jinn.

Not that Qui-Gon wouldn’t deserve it after his perhaps less then
kind comment.

Honestly the long haired master had been outright derogatory towards
Obi-Wan for a while now since it was clear that Anakin’s new
favorite Jedi was apparently Obi-Wan now and Obi-Wan had been filling
Anakin’s head with ‘ideas’.

Qui-Gon slowly crossed his arms over his chest, raising his brows.
“Not unable, just not to the same par as a Jedi knight or master.”
He drawled.

Obi-Wan, normally so calm, twitched at that before nodding sharply.
“Fine then, you and me, now. Then we’ll see.” He rolled his
shoulders.

And that lead to Qui-Gon’s current condition of laying on his side
with scorched tunics and a wounded pride as Obi-Wan casually swept
his hair back and put his saber back on his belt.

A creche members primary duty may be the care of the children in the
creche but it was also the protection to them.

And that included battle training, something Obi-Wan did not take for
granted as he remembered the temple bombing that had almost succeeded
in harming a whole class of Initiates. As the long haired master was
pushing himself up, Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of him, arms
crossed over his chest as he stared down at him with a blank look on
his face. “A creche master job is to care and protect. I hope you
don’t forget that in the future because I am more then willing to
show you exactly how far I can throw you without the Force.” He
ducked down a bit, meeting the mans blue eyes. “Nine years ago
Xanatos Du Crion, your Fallen pupil, almost harmed the creche and its
inhabitants all in an attempt as some kind fool hearted revenge on
you. I will be karked before I allow anyone to harm my
children. Are we clear Master Jinn?” He growled quietly.

The long haired master stared at him before slowly nodding. “Yes
creche master Kenobi.” He murmured.

Mace let go of Tru and Anakin so the two could rush over to gush at
Obi-Wan as he went to Qui-Gon to help the other man up, smirking
faintly. “I told you not to challenge him.”

That gained him a scowl from the other man and Mace sniggered
quietly.

It was nice to see Obi-Wan’s wrath turned on someone other then the
council.

“How was I suppose to know he was that well trained? I’m not
stupid Mace.” Qui-Gon grumbled, stroking his hair back.

The council master shrugged. “Obi-Wan became a creche master for a
reason Qui-Gon. He’s kind to the children, strong to protect them
and compassionate to sooth their fears. He revamped a system in
stagnation and soothed the fears of children who couldn’t become
Jedi Knights by showing them the benefits of other paths… we have
less Fallen former members in the last five years then ever and its
all down to him.” Windu turned to look at Obi-Wan, watching him
laugh. “And those Initiates he trained has become members of the
Galaxy who… are trusted. People trust their compassion. I won’t
say that he’s not wrong in some areas but he’s made the Jedi
likable again. He personally trains the Searchers.” He shrugged.

Qui-Gon frowned but nodded slowly. “I see… perhaps I have been…
underestimating him a bit.” He snorted at Mace look. “Alright, a
lot. But I learned my lessons.” He winced, rubbing his lower back.
“My bruises will have bruises.”

Mace smirked. “With compassion also comes discipline. Obi-Wan can
and will exert discipline too on the unruly, though I must admit that
usually tends to be standing in a corner and thinking about what
they’ve done and pranking on the older generation. Sparring and
kicking their asses is new, so congratulation on being the first one
Qui-Gon.” He teased.

Qui-Gon snorted.