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What was the councils reasoning in letting Tempest stay in the temple? I mean are they just taking his word that he’s a good guy now?

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He wouldn’t show his fear. He wasn’t going to show his fear.
KRIFF the Jedi council!

Tempest stood with his arms clasped inside his robe, head slightly
cocked as he locked eyes with Yoda, neither blinking very much.

“Stay for Obi-Wan you will hmm?”

“Yes. He makes good tea.” The human drawled. He was amused to
note Windu twitch in suppressed anger.

“Love him you claim to do?” Yoda narrowed his eyes at Tempest and
in that moment he felt a shift, he could continue taunting them and
at best get thrown out of the temple…or…or…

He gave a frustrated breath out of his nose and glared at the old
troll. “We have a bond. A soulbond. Obi-Wan has yet to realize it.”
He confessed. “He’s mine, I will not stay away from him. So yes,
I love him.” Amber eyes glowed.

“Impossible, soulbonds haven’t been recorded since the revenants
time.” Windu broke in through the scattered mutterings.

“Since Revan and Bastila Shan actually.” Tempest tilted his head.
“A Sith and a Jedi.” He added.

“Realized it Obi-Wan has not?”

“…I’ve kept my part of the bond shielded. He’s…” Tempest
struggled on the words. Naive fit his bonded. Alluring. Sweet.
Gullible.

“Trusting.” He settled on. “I do not want him to commit fully
to something he does not understand.” There, let the council make
what they wanted out of that and let Tempest think about Obi-Wan
elegant hands in his. Let Tempest think about the way Obi-Wan felt in
his arms. Let Tempest think about the gentle touch of Obi-Wan’s
mind against his.

Yoda looked around the room before focusing on Mace who shook his
head ever so slightly.

The old troll sighed. “To break the bond we can not, a wound in the
Force it would be. To far from you Obi-Wan can not be.”

Mace shook his head even harder. Yoda ignored him as he pointed his
cane at Tempest. “Stay with Obi-Wan you will. A toe out of line you
step and your life ended will be.”

“With mine perhaps Obi-Wan’s too, is that a sacrifice you’re
willing to make?” Tempest raised his brows, smoky amber focused on
them as his long hair brushed his shoulders.

“…Down to that, perhaps it will be. On your head it would be. Set
your bonded in danger you would?”

Tempest only reaction was a twitch around the eyes but it told Yoda
everything he needed to know. Tempest would not be putting Obi-Wan’s
life in danger.

What was the councils reasoning in letting Tempest stay in the temple? I mean are they just taking his word that he’s a good guy now?

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He wouldn’t show his fear. He wasn’t going to show his fear.
KRIFF the Jedi council!

Tempest stood with his arms clasped inside his robe, head slightly
cocked as he locked eyes with Yoda, neither blinking very much.

“Stay for Obi-Wan you will hmm?”

“Yes. He makes good tea.” The human drawled. He was amused to
note Windu twitch in suppressed anger.

“Love him you claim to do?” Yoda narrowed his eyes at Tempest and
in that moment he felt a shift, he could continue taunting them and
at best get thrown out of the temple…or…or…

He gave a frustrated breath out of his nose and glared at the old
troll. “We have a bond. A soulbond. Obi-Wan has yet to realize it.”
He confessed. “He’s mine, I will not stay away from him. So yes,
I love him.” Amber eyes glowed.

“Impossible, soulbonds haven’t been recorded since the revenants
time.” Windu broke in through the scattered mutterings.

“Since Revan and Bastila Shan actually.” Tempest tilted his head.
“A Sith and a Jedi.” He added.

“Realized it Obi-Wan has not?”

“…I’ve kept my part of the bond shielded. He’s…” Tempest
struggled on the words. Naive fit his bonded. Alluring. Sweet.
Gullible.

“Trusting.” He settled on. “I do not want him to commit fully
to something he does not understand.” There, let the council make
what they wanted out of that and let Tempest think about Obi-Wan
elegant hands in his. Let Tempest think about the way Obi-Wan felt in
his arms. Let Tempest think about the gentle touch of Obi-Wan’s
mind against his.

Yoda looked around the room before focusing on Mace who shook his
head ever so slightly.

The old troll sighed. “To break the bond we can not, a wound in the
Force it would be. To far from you Obi-Wan can not be.”

Mace shook his head even harder. Yoda ignored him as he pointed his
cane at Tempest. “Stay with Obi-Wan you will. A toe out of line you
step and your life ended will be.”

“With mine perhaps Obi-Wan’s too, is that a sacrifice you’re
willing to make?” Tempest raised his brows, smoky amber focused on
them as his long hair brushed his shoulders.

“…Down to that, perhaps it will be. On your head it would be. Set
your bonded in danger you would?”

Tempest only reaction was a twitch around the eyes but it told Yoda
everything he needed to know. Tempest would not be putting Obi-Wan’s
life in danger.

I am in love with your writing! Can I request some fluffy Quiobi mpreg please?

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There were not many reasons as to why the healers would forgive an
actual Jedi Master from bursting into the hallway and through the
Halls of Healing like a mini-hurricane.

The news that their pregnant bondmate was laid up in a bed in the
Halls after the shuttle he had been on went down with said mans
padawan, himself and a senator on was good enough reason to forgive
him. Thus no one tried to stop Qui-Gon Jinn as he tore through the
halls, tracking his bondmates Force signature.

He barely managed to skid to a stop when he came across Anakin, the
padawan looking forlorn and trampled as he sat on the chairs of the
hall. “Anakin!”

The blonds head snapped up, a bacta bandage on his cheek. “Master
Qui-Gon.” He struggled to stand and Qui-Gon quickly placed his
hands on the teenagers shoulders, forcing him to remain sitting. “No,
stay sitting. Just tell me where Obi-Wan is.”

“In there.” The padawan nodded towards the emergency healing
room. “They…They took him away and were treating him and…”
The blond swallowed heavily before burying himself in Qui-Gon’s
stomach. “They told me to stay here.”

Qui-Gon swallowed his panic and released it into the Force. “Have
they looked at you?”

“Superficial injuries mostly. I broke leg but they fixed it. And I
got some internal bruising but…but I’m good.” Came Anakin’s
muffled voice.

“Good…Good…did…did you get a good look at Obi-Wan?”

“…No…but there was a lot of blood.” Anakin whispered,
clenching his hands into the others tunic.

Well that amped up Qui-Gon’s anxiety. He took a deep breath to
release emotions into the Force again. “Trust in the Force Anakin,
and in our healers. Obi-Wan will be alright.”

()()()

“I’m going to be alright you know.” Obi-Wan offered quietly,
the IV drip still attached to his hand as he sat on their couch.

“Tell me that once the bruises fade.” Qui-Gon tucked the blanket
more around the copper haired man. “It was nice of Che to let you
out of the Halls to our quarters.”

“She told me that you and Anakin were sulking around and she
couldn’t get you to leave and that was why she was letting me go
since I was healed as good as I could and as long as I limited action
and movements I would be fine as would our little one.” Qui-Gon
settled down behind Obi-Wan at that and wrapped his arms around the
others waist, resting his hands on the others stomach, stroking
lightly.

“…You really scared me. I could hear you screaming out in our
bond.” Qui-Gon whispered against the others still bandaged temple.

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered.

“No, I mean…I was just so worried.” Qui-Gon sighed and held on
a bit tighter. “For a moment I honestly thought I’d lose all
three of you. That…I lost much Obi-Wan, if I lost all of you in one
fell swoop I do not know how I would continue onward.” He murmured.

“That’s not good Qui-Gon.”

“I know. But I love you. I love Anakin and I love our child. To
lose the bond we now have would shatter me I think but I could manage
with Anakin. I could find a way even when missing you.” Qui-Gon
kissed the others neck softly and held him close, tenderly stroking
his stomach. “I’m glad you prevailed though, I’m glad our child
prevailed and I’m glad Anakin walked away with only minor
injuries.”

“Well…it must make you happy to know that the Council is pulling
me of active mission roosters then.”

“They are? Good.” Qui-Gon sighed then smiled against Obi-Wan’s
neck, settling in the faint glow of their bond and the sensation of
just holding his copper haired imp. He smiled even wider when
Obi-Wan’s hands joined his, lacing their fingers together slowly
though the one with the IV drip was a bit stiffer.