Quinlan Vos

What happens now in CreepyDays now that Xanatos is dead? Does the person who sold out ObiWan get discovered? Love your writing!

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Leaning
forward, Mace raised his brows at the two men standing in front of
him as he took them in.

Master
Vos looked his usual self, a bit on the angry side, his arms crossed
over his chest with his nails digging into his arms, potentially
close to drawing blood and his lips a thin, pale stripe where they
were pressed together.

Knight
Skywalker however… he looked lost, he looked like someone had drawn
the carpet out from under his feet and he had hit his back head on
the marble floor hard enough to give himself a concussion only for
his opponent to literally take a shit on his chest afterward. Pale to
the point of sickly even
in the orange sun shining in through their windows,
eyes glazed and distant and his hands hanging limply down by his
sides.

This
did not bode well and Mace wished he wasn’t on antibiotic at that
moment because he could feel that he would need a stiff drink after
the meeting. “You’ve managed to trace the comm calls of Du
Crion?” He questioned calmly, each council member focused on the
two though Shaak’s holo flickered in and out a bit, indicating the
storm on Kamino was particularly strong at the moment.

Skywalker
jumped a bit, looking up and blinking with his blue eyes turning
wide.

Then
he turned green and Mace hoped to Force the other wouldn’t throw
up.

Vos
however growled deeply, baring his teeth before nodding sharply. “It
took several all nighters but yes, we managed to follow the trail and
actually decode one of the encrypted holo messages.” He paused
there and Mace wanted to wince as the man gritted his teeth.

Depa
outright covered up her ears at the horrible noise and Plo tapped his
claws on his chair, leaning back.

“Know
the person we do,” Yoda stated, looking between the two Jedi in
front of them. “Someone trusted it is?”

Vos
opened his mouth but Skywalker beat him to it. “The Chancellor,”
He whispered, sounding more like a frightened and lost youngling than
the knight he had become. “It was the Chancellor who sold out
Obi-Wan, knew where he’d be and told Du Crion…” He got out, legs trembling.

Breathing
harshly through his nose, Vos nodded sharply. “And not only that
but their messages also confirms that Sheev Palpatine is working with
the CIS, Du Crion was opening up Telos factories for him to create
more droids for them.” He snapped out.

Mace
felt like he had sunk into an alternative universe, suddenly being
desperately grateful that Obi-Wan was on Serenno in the safety of
Count Dooku and far away from Coruscant and more importantly, the
Chancellor.

Leaning
forward, Depa looked between them. “I hate to ask this but the
accusation is sever, please tell me you have proof.” She said
darkly.

Nodding
once more, Vos dropped his arms to reach into his belt, pulling out a
portable driver. “Got it here, all messages and holo messages
between them that we could manage to find and decrypt. I
also have copies on several other stations in case it gets lost when
we deliver it to the Senate.” The man said bitterly.

Vos
was angry but Mace could understand that.

Skywalker
however just looked sick now, the man loved Obi-Wan as a brother and
to know that a person he trusted had sold him out to his stalker, to
be raped… it was clearly hitting the man hard.

“Knight
Skywalker,” He murmured, watching as the knight jerked to and
clearly tensed up in defense. “Obi-Wan could use some company up
there on Serenno and I’m sure that the 501st
and the 212th
would be more than happy to guard the airspace around it.” He
murmured quietly, making it seem like he was sending the young knight
to defend Obi-Wan should something go wrong.

In
truth Mace could see how shaken the young man was and knew he would
need time.

Shoulders
dropping in surprise, the blond blinked at him before nodding slowly.
“I-I guess so and familiar people would be good for Obi-Wan.” He
agreed in a quiet, almost meek tone.

He
didn’t like it, Skywalker wasn’t suppose to be meek. He was
suppose to be fire, defiance and energy.

None
of the other council members called Mace out on his little ploy
though and he found relief in that even as they looked at each other.

They
would need to deal with the Chancellor now but in the middle of a war
it was sure to bring turmoil.

Then
there was the fact that he was working with
the CIS.

The
highest position of power in the Republic was a traitor.

Force
help them all.

(Sorry if this is a double, my phone froze and idk if my ask went thru) For SithAndJedi, Cody and Obi-Wan get some time to go on a date. Sith Quinlan thinks he’s being inconspicuous standing guard in case anyone tries to interrupt his buddy and his bf. Aayla and Bly are in the background with popcorn waiting for Obi to catch Quin lurking.

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Dragging
the man by the ear towards the two waiting, Obi-Wan ignored Quinlan’s
squeaking and squabbles as he finally let go of the kiffar’s ear to
push him into Aayla’s waiting arms with Bly trying not to look as
amused as the clone trooper really was though they could all spot his
twitching lips.

Not
that Aayla was any better as she prompted her master to stand
straight, the man rubbing his ear while half glaring at the stewjoni.
“What was th-”

“I
do not need nor want a guard for my date with Cody,” Obi-Wan
drawled out while glaring at the man. “And
the fact that you felt the need to lurk after is frankly insulting to
both of us.” He gestured back to his table where his date was
waiting serenely.

Cody
was just sitting calmly at their table, drink in hand as he continued
waiting for the food though he waved at them when he saw everyone looking his way.

Obi-Wan’s
drink stood at his side of the table where it had been abandoned when
the redhead had noticed the Sith lurking around like some obnoxious
mama bear that wanted to tear out throats at the threat to their cub.

Which
was a horrendous image really but Obi-Wan hadn’t approved of his
own lineage members threatening Cody and he certainly did not approve
of his friends trying to butt in to give the shovel talk as it was
said.

Especially
not to
Cody!

“You
are all idiots,” Obi-Wan sighed deeply while rubbing his nose.
“Really Quinlan? I know you’re a Sith and protective but
honestly, Cody is a clone trooper under the leadership of the Jedi
and Sith Order. The amount of power we have over them is crazy so if
anyone needs protection it is him against me.” Obi-Wan pointed out in
an irritable tone of voice.

Shuffling
a bit, Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck even as he tried to push
away the feeling of shame that only Obi-Wan could drag up. “Look,
we worry, you’re kind of an idiot at this and we all remember the Mandalore
incident with that damn duchess.” He grimaced outright.

“Cody
isn’t the duchess.” Obi-Wan said blankly before sighing and
shaking his head, stepping back to return to Cody’s side while the
Sith was being dragged away by his apprentice and Bly who was shaking
his head in amusement as he followed them.

Cody
smiled wryly at Obi-Wan when he returned before shaking his head in
amusement and gesturing to Obi-Wan’s drink. “Promise I didn’t
put anything odd in there.” He teased gently, which had the Jedi
outright chuckling in amusement as he sat down and picked up the
drink.

“I
would never think you’d do anything like that.” He took a deep
sip and sighed quietly, closing his eyes as he let the drink wet his
throat before opening his eyes and smiling at Cody.

The
trooper continued to enjoy his beer with a small hum.

“I
have to say, I’ve been enjoying this date, it is the first I’ve
been on in a long time.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly.

“I
must admit, I asked General Eerin for tips on what to do and the
suggestion of a museum appealed to me as much as it appealed to you
apparently which had me picking that for us,” Cody confessed as he
leaned on his elbows and relaxed. “And then it was just some food
and this place seemed decent.” He
wagged his hand a bit to indicate the nicely furnished in traditional
Iridonian with the accompanying menu for such a style choice.

Though
added vegetable choices on the menu was a wonderful addition.

“I’m
still sorry for them,” Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his face. “They
mean well but they can be such idi-” A hand covered his and Obi-Wan
blinked, looking up at Cody.

“I
have brothers, a ton of them,” Cody smirked slightly while rubbing
his thumb slowly along the pulse point. “Believe me, I know how
annoying they can be and yeah, Skywalker and Jinn scared me but…”
Cody hesitated, frowning a bit. “I have to believe they’d never
pull rank over me or any of my brothers.”

“If
they did, I’d throw them under the shuttle bus myself,” Obi-Wan
muttered darkly, his eyes narrowing before he relaxed and smiled at
Cody. “I’m so sorry they scared you though, I’ll talk to them
about that.” He swore and he was gonna make them say sorry and make
them mean
it cause honestly, them giving Cody the shovel talk was abuse of
power even
if they couldn’t see it.

Cody
just hummed, gently rubbing Obi-Wan’s wrist before straightening up
as their food arrived, a smile on his face.

Settling
a bit, Obi-Wan’s
stomach gave
a hungry grumble which
had the Jedi flustering as Cody grinned at him in light humor.

At
least they got some peace and quiet now
and
for that Obi-Wan was grateful.

(Sorry if this is a double, my phone froze and idk if my ask went thru) For SithAndJedi, Cody and Obi-Wan get some time to go on a date. Sith Quinlan thinks he’s being inconspicuous standing guard in case anyone tries to interrupt his buddy and his bf. Aayla and Bly are in the background with popcorn waiting for Obi to catch Quin lurking.

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Dragging
the man by the ear towards the two waiting, Obi-Wan ignored Quinlan’s
squeaking and squabbles as he finally let go of the kiffar’s ear to
push him into Aayla’s waiting arms with Bly trying not to look as
amused as the clone trooper really was though they could all spot his
twitching lips.

Not
that Aayla was any better as she prompted her master to stand
straight, the man rubbing his ear while half glaring at the stewjoni.
“What was th-”

“I
do not need nor want a guard for my date with Cody,” Obi-Wan
drawled out while glaring at the man. “And
the fact that you felt the need to lurk after is frankly insulting to
both of us.” He gestured back to his table where his date was
waiting serenely.

Cody
was just sitting calmly at their table, drink in hand as he continued
waiting for the food though he waved at them when he saw everyone looking his way.

Obi-Wan’s
drink stood at his side of the table where it had been abandoned when
the redhead had noticed the Sith lurking around like some obnoxious
mama bear that wanted to tear out throats at the threat to their cub.

Which
was a horrendous image really but Obi-Wan hadn’t approved of his
own lineage members threatening Cody and he certainly did not approve
of his friends trying to butt in to give the shovel talk as it was
said.

Especially
not to
Cody!

“You
are all idiots,” Obi-Wan sighed deeply while rubbing his nose.
“Really Quinlan? I know you’re a Sith and protective but
honestly, Cody is a clone trooper under the leadership of the Jedi
and Sith Order. The amount of power we have over them is crazy so if
anyone needs protection it is him against me.” Obi-Wan pointed out in
an irritable tone of voice.

Shuffling
a bit, Quinlan rubbed the back of his neck even as he tried to push
away the feeling of shame that only Obi-Wan could drag up. “Look,
we worry, you’re kind of an idiot at this and we all remember the Mandalore
incident with that damn duchess.” He grimaced outright.

“Cody
isn’t the duchess.” Obi-Wan said blankly before sighing and
shaking his head, stepping back to return to Cody’s side while the
Sith was being dragged away by his apprentice and Bly who was shaking
his head in amusement as he followed them.

Cody
smiled wryly at Obi-Wan when he returned before shaking his head in
amusement and gesturing to Obi-Wan’s drink. “Promise I didn’t
put anything odd in there.” He teased gently, which had the Jedi
outright chuckling in amusement as he sat down and picked up the
drink.

“I
would never think you’d do anything like that.” He took a deep
sip and sighed quietly, closing his eyes as he let the drink wet his
throat before opening his eyes and smiling at Cody.

The
trooper continued to enjoy his beer with a small hum.

“I
have to say, I’ve been enjoying this date, it is the first I’ve
been on in a long time.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly.

“I
must admit, I asked General Eerin for tips on what to do and the
suggestion of a museum appealed to me as much as it appealed to you
apparently which had me picking that for us,” Cody confessed as he
leaned on his elbows and relaxed. “And then it was just some food
and this place seemed decent.” He
wagged his hand a bit to indicate the nicely furnished in traditional
Iridonian with the accompanying menu for such a style choice.

Though
added vegetable choices on the menu was a wonderful addition.

“I’m
still sorry for them,” Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his face. “They
mean well but they can be such idi-” A hand covered his and Obi-Wan
blinked, looking up at Cody.

“I
have brothers, a ton of them,” Cody smirked slightly while rubbing
his thumb slowly along the pulse point. “Believe me, I know how
annoying they can be and yeah, Skywalker and Jinn scared me but…”
Cody hesitated, frowning a bit. “I have to believe they’d never
pull rank over me or any of my brothers.”

“If
they did, I’d throw them under the shuttle bus myself,” Obi-Wan
muttered darkly, his eyes narrowing before he relaxed and smiled at
Cody. “I’m so sorry they scared you though, I’ll talk to them
about that.” He swore and he was gonna make them say sorry and make
them mean
it cause honestly, them giving Cody the shovel talk was abuse of
power even
if they couldn’t see it.

Cody
just hummed, gently rubbing Obi-Wan’s wrist before straightening up
as their food arrived, a smile on his face.

Settling
a bit, Obi-Wan’s
stomach gave
a hungry grumble which
had the Jedi flustering as Cody grinned at him in light humor.

At
least they got some peace and quiet now
and
for that Obi-Wan was grateful.

#UncertainBeginnings poor obi! What happened next? Is there any respite for our poor obi? Points for friendship cuddles! Also do Vos and the others know about Obi’s beginning?

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It
was the worst idea ever.

Quinlan
damn well knew it was the worst idea he had but he could honestly not
think of a lot of others that would get Obi-Wan to open his mouth and
his heart and therefore
he was standing outside the other knight’s new quarters with a
bottle of commercially
spice
laced
Corellian Whiskey in his hands, waiting for Obi-Wan to open his door.

The
Force was still thick with misery and desolation tinged with ever so
slight betrayal, so everyone else had fled the scene so to speak, to
give the man peace to deal.

But
Quinlan knew better.

What
Obi-Wan needed was a friend who would one, stay and two, listen.

So
that’s what Quinlan was going to do.

But
first he had to slice into the quarters because Obi-Wan was clearly
not intending to open the door.

With
a sigh, Quinlan placed the booze on the floor and got to work on the
door control with a frown. He wasn’t the best
slicer in the galaxy but he was adequate, certainly adequate enough
to get into a newly set quarters that even the owner hadn’t rigged
any safety for yet.

The
door slides open and Quinlan picks up the booze and
walked in, wandering right over to where Obi-Wan was curled up under
the window of his new quarters with his face buried in his knees.

Near
the bedroom door stood several boxes that must hold Obi-Wan’s
things Quinlan noticed.

He
also noticed the cracked open window that let in the sounds of
Coruscant at night.

And
then the door slid
shut, sending the room into darkness until Quinlan requested ten
percent light, Obi-Wan not moving to acknowledge the sound of his
friend’s voice even as Quinlan sat down on the floor right next to
his friend, staring into the dimly lit and mostly empty quarters.

“…I
always forget how little these apartments really have until I walk
into a new one without
any real furniture.”
Quinlan mused, the kiffar glancing about at a basic chair standing
against a corner and the kitchenette standard furniture.

There
was a shift, Quinlan still looking at the chair to give Obi-Wan a
chance to dry his face at least if what the man suspected was true,
and then Obi-Wan spoke. “What do you want Quin?” The fresh knight
croaked out, his voice low and broken like someone who spent hours
screaming without
any reprieve for their damaged throat.

Glancing
at the other, Quinlan couldn’t contain a wince at the red rimmed,
swollen eyes and the tear streaked cheeks, Obi-Wan not having
bothered to dry his face at all. Silently he held up the laced
whiskey.

Obi-Wan
stared at it for a few long moments and then took the bottle from
Quinlan, opened it and took a large gulp of the laced alcohol,
letting out a harsh cough that he barely covered up with his arm in
time with his knuckles whitening on the neck of the bottle.

Chuckling
a bit, Quinlan patted the others shoulder since Obi-Wan’s back was
still to the wall. “Horrible right? The spice they add makes it
horrible.” He smirked wryly.

“Its
worse than master’s herb liquor.” Obi-Wan rasped out, shuddering
heavily before lifting the bottle again and taking an even bigger
sip.

In
the dim light, his mech arm glittered at them both, like an unspoken
curse and Quinlan wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder and
stole the bottle, taking a smaller sip.

“Yeah,
I know, but its perfect for getting stone dead drunk and spilling
your guts to an old friend.” He said, his tone going raspy from the
alcohol too.

It
really was strong enough to rip paint off ships.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before snorting and settling his head on Quinlan’s
shoulder. “…It fucking hurts Quinlan… I thought he cared about
me.” Obi-Wan got out in a shaking, raw whisper.

Tightening
his grip on the redhead, Quinlan took a fortifying sip of the harsh
drink. “…Lay it on me, I’m here. I’m not leaving Obi-Wan.” He
whispered in an equally shaken voice.

And
wasn’t that just the crux of it.

People
leaving Obi-Wan.

Right
now, Obi-Wan needed a friend who was going to stay.

And
low and behold, it was going to be Quinlan, unreliable,
reckless Quinlan Vos, who everyone knew had a wild streak and yet
that was the person who was going to stay.

And
when morning came, Quinlan was going to break Jinn’s teeth… well
not really but he was going to shake the man because what in Sith
hell.

#UncertainBeginnings poor obi! What happened next? Is there any respite for our poor obi? Points for friendship cuddles! Also do Vos and the others know about Obi’s beginning?

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It
was the worst idea ever.

Quinlan
damn well knew it was the worst idea he had but he could honestly not
think of a lot of others that would get Obi-Wan to open his mouth and
his heart and therefore
he was standing outside the other knight’s new quarters with a
bottle of commercially
spice
laced
Corellian Whiskey in his hands, waiting for Obi-Wan to open his door.

The
Force was still thick with misery and desolation tinged with ever so
slight betrayal, so everyone else had fled the scene so to speak, to
give the man peace to deal.

But
Quinlan knew better.

What
Obi-Wan needed was a friend who would one, stay and two, listen.

So
that’s what Quinlan was going to do.

But
first he had to slice into the quarters because Obi-Wan was clearly
not intending to open the door.

With
a sigh, Quinlan placed the booze on the floor and got to work on the
door control with a frown. He wasn’t the best
slicer in the galaxy but he was adequate, certainly adequate enough
to get into a newly set quarters that even the owner hadn’t rigged
any safety for yet.

The
door slides open and Quinlan picks up the booze and
walked in, wandering right over to where Obi-Wan was curled up under
the window of his new quarters with his face buried in his knees.

Near
the bedroom door stood several boxes that must hold Obi-Wan’s
things Quinlan noticed.

He
also noticed the cracked open window that let in the sounds of
Coruscant at night.

And
then the door slid
shut, sending the room into darkness until Quinlan requested ten
percent light, Obi-Wan not moving to acknowledge the sound of his
friend’s voice even as Quinlan sat down on the floor right next to
his friend, staring into the dimly lit and mostly empty quarters.

“…I
always forget how little these apartments really have until I walk
into a new one without
any real furniture.”
Quinlan mused, the kiffar glancing about at a basic chair standing
against a corner and the kitchenette standard furniture.

There
was a shift, Quinlan still looking at the chair to give Obi-Wan a
chance to dry his face at least if what the man suspected was true,
and then Obi-Wan spoke. “What do you want Quin?” The fresh knight
croaked out, his voice low and broken like someone who spent hours
screaming without
any reprieve for their damaged throat.

Glancing
at the other, Quinlan couldn’t contain a wince at the red rimmed,
swollen eyes and the tear streaked cheeks, Obi-Wan not having
bothered to dry his face at all. Silently he held up the laced
whiskey.

Obi-Wan
stared at it for a few long moments and then took the bottle from
Quinlan, opened it and took a large gulp of the laced alcohol,
letting out a harsh cough that he barely covered up with his arm in
time with his knuckles whitening on the neck of the bottle.

Chuckling
a bit, Quinlan patted the others shoulder since Obi-Wan’s back was
still to the wall. “Horrible right? The spice they add makes it
horrible.” He smirked wryly.

“Its
worse than master’s herb liquor.” Obi-Wan rasped out, shuddering
heavily before lifting the bottle again and taking an even bigger
sip.

In
the dim light, his mech arm glittered at them both, like an unspoken
curse and Quinlan wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder and
stole the bottle, taking a smaller sip.

“Yeah,
I know, but its perfect for getting stone dead drunk and spilling
your guts to an old friend.” He said, his tone going raspy from the
alcohol too.

It
really was strong enough to rip paint off ships.

Obi-Wan
stared at him before snorting and settling his head on Quinlan’s
shoulder. “…It fucking hurts Quinlan… I thought he cared about
me.” Obi-Wan got out in a shaking, raw whisper.

Tightening
his grip on the redhead, Quinlan took a fortifying sip of the harsh
drink. “…Lay it on me, I’m here. I’m not leaving Obi-Wan.” He
whispered in an equally shaken voice.

And
wasn’t that just the crux of it.

People
leaving Obi-Wan.

Right
now, Obi-Wan needed a friend who was going to stay.

And
low and behold, it was going to be Quinlan, unreliable,
reckless Quinlan Vos, who everyone knew had a wild streak and yet
that was the person who was going to stay.

And
when morning came, Quinlan was going to break Jinn’s teeth… well
not really but he was going to shake the man because what in Sith
hell.

Hello Moddy!! How are you? I’ve been going through your stories tag by tag and o have to say they’re all amazing and so are you! I was wondering if you would mind writing a bit for ‘belong to me’ where Obi talks to Quin about alphas again since obi kinda understands more now? Thanks!

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Lifting
the cup to his lips and taking a small sip, Obi-Wan knotted his brows
before sighing and giving the other Jedi a dull look.

Quinlan
just shrugged with a grin. “Well what did you really think would
happen? You know I don’t really do tea.” He chuckled quietly
while dropping down on the mound of pillows that made up his seat
around the small caff table he owned.

To
be fair, Obi-Wan did sort of like the ascetic of sitting on the comfy
pillows on the floor but his back preferred his own couch he would
willingly admit. “Then why did you offer me tea you big goon?”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and took another reluctant sip.

“Because
I know you don’t like this beer,” Quinlan shrugged, taking a sip
of the imported kiffu beer he had gotten specially for himself. “And
I don’t have anything else right now as I just came home from a
four month long mission.” He finished with a wink.

“Is
that why you’re reeking of alphas?” Obi-Wan noted with a tiny bit
of amusement.

A
knowing smirk crossed Quinlan’s face at that. “I found myself
some fun, you know I enjoy it. But from what the rumor mill says I’m
not the only one finding alphas lately.” He said smugly.

Wiggling
a bit on the comfy pillow, Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip before settling
his cup down on the table. “I have. Anakin to be precise.” He
murmured while
trying not to feel ashamed as he had up in the council chamber under
the gaze of all the venerated Jedi masters.

“Skywalker…
huh well that’s a monogamous relationship if I ever heard of one.”
Quinlan mused, watching Obi-Wan get to his feet to make a new cup of
tea instead of drinking the bitter sludge Quinlan had made.

Tapping
his fingers on the counter of Quinlan’s little kitchenette, Obi-Wan
smiled shyly down at the counter top. “I’m fine with that…
actually I’d prefer that compared to having several alphas. We’re
just waiting for my heat.” He stated quietly.

Quinlan
sat back in his mound of pillows, taking several sips of his beer
before shrugging. “Honestly, you might want to get a bit naughty
before the heat, just to see how compatible you bot-Obi-Wan you dog,
you two already have!” Quinlan cackled at the flush turning
Obi-Wan’s ears a deep red.

“Just…
look our mission went a bit off kilter and I was covered in pollen
which lowered my inhibitions… it kind of sent me into a miniature
heat and I might have… exposed a few secrets to Anakin.” He
cleared his throat, pouring water into the cup with the tea infuser.

Shaking
his head in amusement, Quinlan tucked his dreads behind his ears.
“Only you would get covered in inhibition reducing pollen and end
up confessing to the alpha you’ve wanted for ages,” He snorted a
bit before softening a bit. “But you get it now?” He questioned,
the sun sinking outside lighting up the yellow stripe over his nose.

“I
get it,” Obi-Wan admitted tenderly, staring at the cup as the water
turned brown from the black tea he had picked out. There would never
be another day where Obi-Wan would not understand the craving an
omega had for an alpha and how it felt to fill in that need, that
desire of love, warmth, belonging…

He
did now, he
belonged to Anakin, his
alpha who looked at Obi-Wan as if he hung the stars.
“But I’m glad I waited.” He added with a small chuckle, raising
his eyes to meet the others brown ones.

Smirking
a bit, Quinlan shrugged. “To each their own. We might all be
omega’s but we’re all different and we all have different needs,”
He finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the
caff table. “But where is your alpha?” He questioned with a
raised eyebrow.

“Reluctantly
giving me space and getting our quarters ready,” The Jedi master
shrugged as he pulled out the infuser and set it on the saucer to
avoid the tea becoming bitter, taking note of the darkness lowering
outside the temple. “We didn’t have much food either and I think
Anakin wants to spend as much time together as physically possible…
he’s very needy.” Obi-Wan chuckled meekly.

Pausing,
as he was about to get up for a new bottle of beer, Quinlan stared at
him before letting out a chuckle. “He’s gonna devour you whole.”
He shook his head, dreads shaking as he got to his feet and headed to
the fridge for another bottle.

‘I
wouldn’t actually mind it if Anakin ate me right up…’ Obi-Wan
mused as he took a slow sip, his ears once more turning a deep red at
the line of thought his mind was taking and the knowing look on
Quinlan’s face when he returned.

Well
whatever, Anakin was his alpha.

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Lifting
the cup to his lips and taking a small sip, Obi-Wan knotted his brows
before sighing and giving the other Jedi a dull look.

Quinlan
just shrugged with a grin. “Well what did you really think would
happen? You know I don’t really do tea.” He chuckled quietly
while dropping down on the mound of pillows that made up his seat
around the small caff table he owned.

To
be fair, Obi-Wan did sort of like the ascetic of sitting on the comfy
pillows on the floor but his back preferred his own couch he would
willingly admit. “Then why did you offer me tea you big goon?”
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and took another reluctant sip.

“Because
I know you don’t like this beer,” Quinlan shrugged, taking a sip
of the imported kiffu beer he had gotten specially for himself. “And
I don’t have anything else right now as I just came home from a
four month long mission.” He finished with a wink.

“Is
that why you’re reeking of alphas?” Obi-Wan noted with a tiny bit
of amusement.

A
knowing smirk crossed Quinlan’s face at that. “I found myself
some fun, you know I enjoy it. But from what the rumor mill says I’m
not the only one finding alphas lately.” He said smugly.

Wiggling
a bit on the comfy pillow, Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip before settling
his cup down on the table. “I have. Anakin to be precise.” He
murmured while
trying not to feel ashamed as he had up in the council chamber under
the gaze of all the venerated Jedi masters.

“Skywalker…
huh well that’s a monogamous relationship if I ever heard of one.”
Quinlan mused, watching Obi-Wan get to his feet to make a new cup of
tea instead of drinking the bitter sludge Quinlan had made.

Tapping
his fingers on the counter of Quinlan’s little kitchenette, Obi-Wan
smiled shyly down at the counter top. “I’m fine with that…
actually I’d prefer that compared to having several alphas. We’re
just waiting for my heat.” He stated quietly.

Quinlan
sat back in his mound of pillows, taking several sips of his beer
before shrugging. “Honestly, you might want to get a bit naughty
before the heat, just to see how compatible you bot-Obi-Wan you dog,
you two already have!” Quinlan cackled at the flush turning
Obi-Wan’s ears a deep red.

“Just…
look our mission went a bit off kilter and I was covered in pollen
which lowered my inhibitions… it kind of sent me into a miniature
heat and I might have… exposed a few secrets to Anakin.” He
cleared his throat, pouring water into the cup with the tea infuser.

Shaking
his head in amusement, Quinlan tucked his dreads behind his ears.
“Only you would get covered in inhibition reducing pollen and end
up confessing to the alpha you’ve wanted for ages,” He snorted a
bit before softening a bit. “But you get it now?” He questioned,
the sun sinking outside lighting up the yellow stripe over his nose.

“I
get it,” Obi-Wan admitted tenderly, staring at the cup as the water
turned brown from the black tea he had picked out. There would never
be another day where Obi-Wan would not understand the craving an
omega had for an alpha and how it felt to fill in that need, that
desire of love, warmth, belonging…

He
did now, he
belonged to Anakin, his
alpha who looked at Obi-Wan as if he hung the stars.
“But I’m glad I waited.” He added with a small chuckle, raising
his eyes to meet the others brown ones.

Smirking
a bit, Quinlan shrugged. “To each their own. We might all be
omega’s but we’re all different and we all have different needs,”
He finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the
caff table. “But where is your alpha?” He questioned with a
raised eyebrow.

“Reluctantly
giving me space and getting our quarters ready,” The Jedi master
shrugged as he pulled out the infuser and set it on the saucer to
avoid the tea becoming bitter, taking note of the darkness lowering
outside the temple. “We didn’t have much food either and I think
Anakin wants to spend as much time together as physically possible…
he’s very needy.” Obi-Wan chuckled meekly.

Pausing,
as he was about to get up for a new bottle of beer, Quinlan stared at
him before letting out a chuckle. “He’s gonna devour you whole.”
He shook his head, dreads shaking as he got to his feet and headed to
the fridge for another bottle.

‘I
wouldn’t actually mind it if Anakin ate me right up…’ Obi-Wan
mused as he took a slow sip, his ears once more turning a deep red at
the line of thought his mind was taking and the knowing look on
Quinlan’s face when he returned.

Well
whatever, Anakin was his alpha.

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Looking
up in surprise when the elevator door chimed from
his slightly elevated position in the windowsill,
Obi-Wan blinked in confusion as Quinlan and Master Qui-Gon entered
the entrance area for the council chamber. Even more confusing was
the young boy right behind them that had fisted his hand into oldest
Jedi master robe, clearly uncertain and maybe a bit scared.

“Hey
there shrimp,” Quinlan said cheerfully, coming over to give Obi-Wan
a fist bump with a wide grin. So far Quinlan had been the one to
adjust the best to Obi-Wan’s situation, being a young boy compared
to those who had once been his age mates. “You waiting on your
master?”

Humming
a bit, Obi-Wan nodded while lifting his pad. “Master Mace said
there was a late meeting and that he’d be stuck for a while so I
should bring
my homework.” He rubbed the back of his neck, bowing his head to
Qui-Gon in greeting even if he was confused about the situation.

Especially
since Mace had wanted him with.

Generally
his master just told him to go sleep if a meeting was going to
stretch on.

“Obi-Wan,”
Qui-Gon settled a hand on the blond boy’s shoulder, pulling him
forward so Obi-Wan could properly see him. He was young, maybe around
ten so just a two
years
younger than Obi-Wan most
likely,
wearing
rough homespun clothes that had clearly seen better days and Obi-Wan
would guess that his family was in the poorer section of the world.
“This is Anakin.” He murmured.

‘Potentially
from a world with very little resources for the lower classes.’ He
mused even as he bowed his head to Anakin. “I’d get up to greet
you properly but I’m not allowed to move about, I’m Obi-Wan
Kenobi.” Obi-Wan told the other boy with a small smile.

“I’m
Anakin Skywalker!” The blond said gleefully before scrunching up
his nose. “You’re not allowed to move?” He asked with confusion
and something that sounded like burgeoning fear.

“What
did you do now Obi-Wan?” Quinlan questioned suspiciously before
taking note of the hoverchair standing by the council doors.
“…Obi-Wan why is there a hoverchair in the room.” He asked
slowly.

Smiling
sheepishly, Obi-Wan scratched the back of his head. “I
haven’t tried climbing the temple tower of First Knowledge nor did
I fall off said tower if that’s what you’re thinking. And Master
Mace isn’t showing me the consequences of my actions and punishing
me by depriving me of my only opportunity to move around so I have to
call him every time I want to move at the current moment.” He said,
his tone so sheepish it made it obvious that it was exactly what he
had done.

Quinlan
and Qui-Gon exchanged gazes of shock while Anakin stared at him in
awe, obviously having seen the towers of the temple.

“And
I don’t also have quarter arrest and I’m only here because I
think Master Mace wants me to make sure Anakin here isn’t alone
while you two are in there.” Obi-Wan added, guessing what the
master of the order was up to.

He
may be wrong but hey, Mace was a fan of diverse punishments though
depending on what kind of person Anakin was, Obi-Wan might make a
friend his own age if he was lucky as he held out his pad. “Wanna
see what I’m doing for navigational tech calculation?” Obi-Wan
offered.

Anakin
blinked at the pad then quickly crawled in beside him. “Question
four is wrong, you’re off by eight clicks.” He pointed out
quickly.

Blinking
in surprise, Obi-Wan put the pad to his lap and looked over his
results again. “…Oh kark
you’re right!” He groaned, knowing he’d have to go through the
entire thing.

Both
kids had firmly forgotten the adults as
Quinlan turned to Qui-Gon. “Am I or you telling Windu that his
padawan is cursing?” He whispered.

“Mace
has no defense. He curses like a drunk deep rim pirate when he’s
not pretending to be a Jedi ‘master’ as he says.” Qui-Gon
chuckled quietly, having heard a lot worse from the mouth of Mace.

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Looking
up in surprise when the elevator door chimed from
his slightly elevated position in the windowsill,
Obi-Wan blinked in confusion as Quinlan and Master Qui-Gon entered
the entrance area for the council chamber. Even more confusing was
the young boy right behind them that had fisted his hand into oldest
Jedi master robe, clearly uncertain and maybe a bit scared.

“Hey
there shrimp,” Quinlan said cheerfully, coming over to give Obi-Wan
a fist bump with a wide grin. So far Quinlan had been the one to
adjust the best to Obi-Wan’s situation, being a young boy compared
to those who had once been his age mates. “You waiting on your
master?”

Humming
a bit, Obi-Wan nodded while lifting his pad. “Master Mace said
there was a late meeting and that he’d be stuck for a while so I
should bring
my homework.” He rubbed the back of his neck, bowing his head to
Qui-Gon in greeting even if he was confused about the situation.

Especially
since Mace had wanted him with.

Generally
his master just told him to go sleep if a meeting was going to
stretch on.

“Obi-Wan,”
Qui-Gon settled a hand on the blond boy’s shoulder, pulling him
forward so Obi-Wan could properly see him. He was young, maybe around
ten so just a two
years
younger than Obi-Wan most
likely,
wearing
rough homespun clothes that had clearly seen better days and Obi-Wan
would guess that his family was in the poorer section of the world.
“This is Anakin.” He murmured.

‘Potentially
from a world with very little resources for the lower classes.’ He
mused even as he bowed his head to Anakin. “I’d get up to greet
you properly but I’m not allowed to move about, I’m Obi-Wan
Kenobi.” Obi-Wan told the other boy with a small smile.

“I’m
Anakin Skywalker!” The blond said gleefully before scrunching up
his nose. “You’re not allowed to move?” He asked with confusion
and something that sounded like burgeoning fear.

“What
did you do now Obi-Wan?” Quinlan questioned suspiciously before
taking note of the hoverchair standing by the council doors.
“…Obi-Wan why is there a hoverchair in the room.” He asked
slowly.

Smiling
sheepishly, Obi-Wan scratched the back of his head. “I
haven’t tried climbing the temple tower of First Knowledge nor did
I fall off said tower if that’s what you’re thinking. And Master
Mace isn’t showing me the consequences of my actions and punishing
me by depriving me of my only opportunity to move around so I have to
call him every time I want to move at the current moment.” He said,
his tone so sheepish it made it obvious that it was exactly what he
had done.

Quinlan
and Qui-Gon exchanged gazes of shock while Anakin stared at him in
awe, obviously having seen the towers of the temple.

“And
I don’t also have quarter arrest and I’m only here because I
think Master Mace wants me to make sure Anakin here isn’t alone
while you two are in there.” Obi-Wan added, guessing what the
master of the order was up to.

He
may be wrong but hey, Mace was a fan of diverse punishments though
depending on what kind of person Anakin was, Obi-Wan might make a
friend his own age if he was lucky as he held out his pad. “Wanna
see what I’m doing for navigational tech calculation?” Obi-Wan
offered.

Anakin
blinked at the pad then quickly crawled in beside him. “Question
four is wrong, you’re off by eight clicks.” He pointed out
quickly.

Blinking
in surprise, Obi-Wan put the pad to his lap and looked over his
results again. “…Oh kark
you’re right!” He groaned, knowing he’d have to go through the
entire thing.

Both
kids had firmly forgotten the adults as
Quinlan turned to Qui-Gon. “Am I or you telling Windu that his
padawan is cursing?” He whispered.

“Mace
has no defense. He curses like a drunk deep rim pirate when he’s
not pretending to be a Jedi ‘master’ as he says.” Qui-Gon
chuckled quietly, having heard a lot worse from the mouth of Mace.

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“I have the strongest
urge to scratch its karking head but I get the feeling it would bite
my hand off if I tried that.” Quinlan said with a disturbed note in
his tone, staring at the shape winding itself around Obi-Wan’s legs
as the Jedi stood utterly still and let the Dark creature do as it
wanted.

The
fellow master’s words had Obi-Wan glancing down too though. “Right,
yes. That does sound about right for it. It growls at people it
doesn’t like and it outright barked at Pong Krell and Prosset Dibs
for some reason.” He said in a pondering tone.

“Did
it really pee on the Chancellor’s robes?” Quinlan asked with awed
confusion. “Or is tha-”

“Oh
no it did, though if it was urine or just liquid is as much your
guess as mine,” Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck. “It really
does not like the Chancellor.” He
shook his head.

Anakin
had practically been jumping out of his skin when that happened, the
two of them having been at the Rotunda to investigate a few of the
aids and terminals they could access to see if they could find some
evidence to support Obi-Wan’s suspicions.

Obi-Wan
had been doing his best not to laugh while confused Senator’s
watched as a wet spot spread on the Chancellor’s red robe, the man
yelping loudly.

“Force
I wish I had been there to see it.” Quinlan grinned, his smile full
of teeth as he rubbed his hands together as Obi-Wan snorted at him.

He
had been doing his best to seem as serious as possible about the
incident, especially when the council had questioned him about it.

However
Quinlan suddenly went very serious, staring at him and Obi-Wan
blinked at him in return. “What?” Obi-Wan asked in confusion as
several initiates stamped past them on their way to a class with a
few of them shooting the dark creature a nervous look.

Honestly
so far most people had gotten used to it following Obi-Wan around
even if it made them nervous.

“You
and Skywalker have been hanging around the Rotunda a lot lately…”
Quinlan stated quietly, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. “Do
you need help?” The man asked bluntly, eyes serious.

“…You
don’t even know what we’re doing.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly.

“Yeah
but its you. You have a good reason for being in the Senate since you
don’t like politicians on the best of days and there’s like maybe
five you tolerate or are friendly with on Coruscant,” Quinlan
grunted. “And my little ability may come in handy for you.” The
taller man noted, wiggling his hand at Obi-Wan.

Inclining
his head in agreement, Obi-Wan rubbed his hand over his face. “True…
but if I bring you in on this, you will need to keep an open mind
Quinlan.” He said seriously.

They
both stared at each other before finally laughing.

Quinlan
had fallen to the dark once and come back, of course he would keep an
open mind.

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“So
we have Vos on our side too now?” Anakin piled the steak onto the
plates, frowning a bit.

“Yes,
Quinlan’s psychometry will be invaluable I will expect, his ability
to touch and see memories of items,” Obi-Wa mused while mixing the
salad for the two of them. “This all depends on if we can find out
which one it is of course and figure out what Quinlan needs to touch
that is.” He breathed out heavily.

Snorting
a bit, Anakin nodded and started to drizzle the meat sauce over their
steaks. “Maybe we’ll get lucky again, who knows…” He smiled
wryly at his old master, watching as the redhead served up the salad
onto two of the plates.

“Who
knows but right now we have other things to do, like feed our padawan
and ourselves.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly and took the plates to the
table.

Poking
his head into the living room, Anakin zeroed in on Ahsoka cramming
for a test under the window, sitting on a large pillow. “Oi Snips,
foods done. Your steak is rare as requested and I put an ample amount
of meat sauce over it.” He smirked when she gave a tired cheer,
remembering his own days of study for tests as she dropped the pad in
her lap aside and stumbled to her feet to join her human masters at
the table, playfully teasing her masters about the oddity of eating
leafs.