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You’re really just going to leave mypainyourpain there? Without Qui-Gon saying anything?? Come on!! That is wildly unfair!! More please? What happened?? What happens next???

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Frozen
in bed, his hands fisted in his lap, Obi-Wan struggled to find words
as he continued to stare at Qui-Gon with wide eyes.

He
couldn’t have heard right and yet he could feel that the other
wasn’t lying.

And
despite how weak he was, Obi-Wan forced himself to reach out towards
his master’s hands resting on the bed
and pinch Qui-Gon’s left
wrist,
feeling the responding pain in his own wrist that physically
confirmed everything the other was saying.

Qui-Gon
allowed it, his face set in a bleak grimace as he continued watching
his padawan.

‘And
soulmate.’ A small voice whispered in Obi-Wan’s mind.

“…I
guess that does explain why we never shared a bed during missions.”
Obi-Wan licked his lips nervously, shifting a bit in bed as he
couldn’t help but comment. He had to admit he was curious about it
when his fellow padawans had mentioned sharing bed with their masters
on cramped transports and lodgings.

Somehow
Obi-Wan however had never done that, there had always been enough
credits for them to get an extra bed or even a room.

Now
it made sense.

Qui-Gon
just chuckled wryly, resting his head in his hands as his elbows
rested on the bed.

Frowning
thoughtfully, Obi-Wan licked his chapped lips. “…I didn’t think
this was legal?” He finally stated as he looked at his other.

Taking
a deep breath through his nose, Qui-Gon let out a soft sigh.
“Officially there is no rule in place to prevent it, however it is…
considered a social taboo,” He murmured before smiling wryly.
“There’s a lot of ways I could have taken advantage of this
situation basically.” Qui-Gon stated.

Frowning
deeply, remembering all the conversations with council member Koon
and Ti, Obi-Wan nodded slowly.

Some
of their questions made sense now.

They
had been checking that Qui-Gon hadn’t done anything untoward to
Obi-Wan or corrupting him in some way.

Frown
deepening even more, Obi-Wan licked his chapped lips. “Then why
were you allowed to be my master?” Obi-Wan finally asked the
question taunting him, staring at blue eyes.

Qui-Gon’s
shoulders slumped and the truth came out of his mouth.

Obi-Wan
was sick.

Soul
sick.

Soul
withering.

His
soul had been withering but thanks to the bond he had with his
soulmate, the effects had been staved off for a few years until he
was older and more responsible,
culpable for his own actions and recognized as an adult in everyone’s
eyes.

Until
Obi-Wan could actually have a soulbond with his soulmate, who was his
master, who had kept an eye on him.

‘That
explains the past Hall visits too, now that I’m thinking about.’
Obi-Wan dropped his eyes back into his lap, eyes widening a bit as he
remembered all the visits and all the checks, the way they had used
the aura crystals and how it had turned faintly red or black
depending on how they moved it around Obi-Wan’s body.

‘It
had been getting bigger…’ He remembered the last visit, the
growing spot of red and black in the crystal.

The
sign of his growing soul rot?

Another
thought occurred too, all those knights and masters who had seemed
interested before in Obi-Wan as a padawan, only never to return for
him and now Obi-Wan could take quite a few educated guesses as to who
had involved his clawed green hands in that situation to keep them
from taking Obi-Wan on.

Pressing
his hands together, Obi-Wan bit his lower lip to try and hold back before letting out a
soft sob.

It
was just so much to take in, soul withering, soulmate bond, Qui-Gon,
his apprenticeship, how it was none of his fault that he hadn’t
been picked, not really, how he had been sick for years without
knowing…

Tears
leaked down his face as another hiccuping sob escaped him.

There
was a shift of cloth and then the bedside sunk before hesitant arms
wrapped around him, Qui-Gon cautiously checking if he was welcome
before tightening his arms around Obi-Wan when he pressed his face
into his soulmate and master’s neck.

This
was his soulmate and his master, and Obi-Wan was damn well due some
comfort as his hands weakly twisted into the tunic as he shook and
cried over all the things that had been going on and all the things
that hadn’t been his own damn fault.

He
wasn’t about to reject Qui-Gon for keeping quiet on something like
this, even if the emotional trauma was there and therefore he was
doubly due the comfort of being held and cuddled tightly into the
warms of someone who cared.

And
Obi-Wan knew the other cared.

He
could feel it through what he now knew was a soulbond, Qui-Gon’s
emotions of worry and care reaching him easily.

And
so, in the sterile room of one of the private rooms of the Halls with
his master and soulmate holding him and his own vanilla scented
blanket resting over his legs,
Obi-Wan cried thick and heavy tears mixed with confusion and pain.

For Jediarecats, please for all that is good and holy, please show us when Obi-wan recieves that collar. Please show us him wearing it. Especially if he’s all shy and kind of embarrassed?

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Cocking
a brow, Obi-Wan stared at the nondescript
looking box tied with a blue bow on his chamber chair and slowly
glanced towards Yoda and then towards Mace. Then he turned all the
way around to look at Kit and Yarael,
in case this was a prank of some kind, because
if it was, they were the most likely suspects.

The
Nautolan only shrugged, looking equally bemused at the box and
Yarael was only blinking his eyes slowly.

Okay,
the most likely suspects were
not involved then.

“You
got a gift there master?” Anakin finally asked, peeking over
Obi-Wan’s shoulder since the man hadn’t moved further into the
chamber for their report, noticing right away what was up.

Not
that it was hard, a white package with a green bow sitting on his
gray and red cushioned chair was rather obvious, the darkness of
Coruscant at night making the white of it very obvious along with the
dark robes of the Jedi all around.

“Arrived
it did this morning,” Yoda answered, tapping his cane a bit with a
slight hum. “Along with the rest of the mail it came, anonymous it
is but safe the package is, scanned it has been by the guards, hmmm.”
He croaked.

Mace
leaned his elbow on his arm lean and his head on his fist. “You
might as well open it. The guards came up and delivered it here since
they knew you were shipping out immediately after the meeting and
knew you wouldn’t have time to visit your chambers when you
arrived.” He yawned, obviously exhausted.

Exchanging
a tired glance with his former padawan, Obi-Wan gave a shrug and
walked over to his chair, picking up the package as he moved back to
Anakin’s side, content to let him start their report as he pulled
on the bow to peek into the medium sized box.

‘How
curious,’ He mused. ‘Who would send me a gift and why? There
isn’t anything special right now. Though kudos on the guards for
figuring out I wouldn’t have time to collect anythi-’ He almost
dropped it in shock, eyes widening up as he choked on his own spit.

“Master?!”
Anakin turned to him in worry only to freeze, his blue eyes widening
up too as he got a look into the box before a grin overtook his face
and he started laughing, ducking his face into his hands as he
cackled in delight.

Sitting
up, Mace frowned. “Kenobi, what is the mean-” He choked on his
words as Obi-Wan pulled a purple leather collar out of the box, a
soft chime of a golden bell ringing in the room along with Anakin’s
laugh.

All
the council chambers stared mutely as Anakin had to sit down to
continue laughing, a clear testament to how overtired and overworked
the young man was.

‘This
is because of those videos.’ Obi-Wan’s numb mind produced.

Cody’s
‘threatening’ and scolding words about getting him a collar so
that he’d stop scaring the osik out of the poor commander.

And
someone had taken it literally and sent Obi-Wan a collar.

A
soft snicker made his head snap up, staring at Yoda with wide,
betrayed eyes as the troll continued to snicker.

It
seemed that was the final straw for everyone else as they broke out
laughing too, Yarael going as far as wheezing and Kit hooting like a
damn desert owl in his own amusement.

“Oh
you are all bastards!” Obi-Wan cried out, giving Anakin a small
kick in the thigh as he too started hooting, clearly crying with
laughter as he rolled over onto the floor. “Traitors!” He whined
and that didn’t help at all.

Now
Depa was sliding off her chair, hiding her face in the chair cushion.

Pouting,
tired, Obi-Wan observed them all.

And
then his lips twitched a bit as he glanced at the collar, taking in
the soft black, fluff on inside, the rather polished and nice purple
leather on the outside. The bell actually looked like it might be
gold or at least some kind of precious metal.

‘Gold
wouldn’t chime I think?’ Obi-Wan mused thoughtfully as he let out
his own amused snort and then sighed with faux exasperation. “Well,
I guess this will be a relief to commander Cody, seeing as some souls
have been ever so kind.” He stated wryly and much to his amusement,
this time Mace buried his face in his leggings while sounding like a
dying donkey with how hard he was laughing.

‘I
do wish I was recording this. If people got to see the Jedi council
rolling around on the floor, giddy and crying with laughter, that be
effective too.’ Obi-Wan sniggered to himself, jingling the bell
merrily much to everyone’s continued amusement

For feralchild, what the hell did Bruck say to make Obi-wan react like that?

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Wiping
Obi-Wan’s mouth slowly as he stood before his now silent padawan,
Qui-Gon thoughtfully observed him as the boy sat with his hands in
his lap on the medical bed, staring right back up at him with yellow
flickering eyes.

He
didn’t look wary, only quietly expectant as he always was.

Or
feral amused as he sometimes was too, much to Qui-Gon’s own
amusement.

Obi-Wan’s
major traits were obedience, curiosity, literalness and an unbridled
amusement that he took out of finding ways under others skin.

What
Qui-Gon had seen today during the duel with Bruck Chun was in line
with Obi-Wan in a rage however, as Obi-Wan more enjoyed needling his
way under someones skin and getting them to make mistakes.

Biting
was a last resort as Qui-Gon had discovered with his own calf,
Obi-Wan’s attempt to distract to get either his own or Qui-Gon’s
lightsaber, not that Qui-Gon blamed him. He had told him to treat it
as if it was real fight and in a fight, there were no rules, no
honorable battle… there was only survival.

That
was not what happened today, today was not about survival but
Obi-Wan’s raw rage and anger aimed at Chun and it made Qui-Gon
curious as he pressed his thumb to his apprentice clefted chin to make the boy focus on him. “What
happened out there?” He murmured calmly, raising his brow at
Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
pressed his lips together until they went pale, staring right back up
at Qui-Gon, meeting him square in the eyes.

Raising
both brows, Qui-Gon didn’t take his eyes of Obi-Wan’s. “I do
not tolerate lying Obi-Wan, not even by omission.” He stated
severely.

That
had Obi-Wan’s eyes flickering, his small nose scrunching up before
he breathed out and shrugged a bit, clearly still tense as he was
digging his nails into his right wrist. “Chun just… reminded me
what Du Crion did to me, told me you weren’t going to keep me on
when he told you what happened.” He mumbled, biting his bottom lip
hard.

Pausing,
Qui-Gon stared at his padawan in confusion.

What
Xanatos had done?

Truth
be told, he hadn’t been keeping his eyes on his former apprentice,
finding him a disappointment when he let himself taper off after
their apprenticeship, but he had not heard of him approaching the
creche at all.

So
what ha-ah.

Qui-Gon
stared at him in realization. “…You’re the boy he almost choked
to death.” The Sith master murmured quietly, watching how Obi-Wan
flinched.

Bingo,
that reaction confirmed it.

He
had heard about the incident, he hadn’t been at the temple at the
time but he had still heard it.

From
what he remembered, Xanatos had walked into an Initiate in one of the
many refectory in the temple, becoming soiled with food.

The
young boy had tried apologizing but Xanatos, never one to listen and
easy to slight, had choked the poor boy, causing the Initiate to wet
themselves and would have killed him if not for the intervention of
Master Gallia.

That
boy was Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan
who had suffered humiliation he bet after the ordeal, it was
something other Initiates wouldn’t have let him forget and masters
and knights would judge him for to weigh him as a potential
apprentice. No wonder Obi-Wan had put a last gambit on destroying a
legacy when he knew the only ones looking at him were Inquisitors.

He
would have been desperate to prove himself, desperate for revenge…
desperate to not let his own powers be snuffed down so low as to
accept being an Inquisitor.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon cupped the others cheek and leaned down, pressing an
affectionate kiss to his apprentice forehead. “And here you are and
he is not, what a clever little feral child I have.” He whispered
tenderly, smiling a leonine smile when Obi-Wan stared at him with
wide eyes.

Slowly,
that surprised stare dropped into a wolfish smile as Obi-Wan pressed
into the hand cupping his cheek, seeking the gentle affection Qui-Gon
was free to share in privacy and when he was proud of his boy.

‘Feral
little boy you are, feral shall you always be.’ Qui-Gon thought
proudly as it was clear to him that Obi-Wan was feral from birth.

And
who was Qui-Gon to change something so clearly Force willed?

No,
Obi-Wan was to remain feral for life, only tempered for public
appearance and free to unleash it all in battle.

Of
that Qui-Gon was sure.

For yourpainmypain, first of all, eeeeeeeeee! Second of all, at what point does Qui-Gom realize Obi-wan is his soulmate? Is it when the pain starts? Is that why he goes on a rescue mission? Please write Qui’s pov from the rescue. I beg!

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There
is no excuse for Qui-Gon, he should have realized it the moment he
saw the other duel with the white haired teen but to be fair, he had
been very annoyed with Yoda and the rest of the council trying to
push a padawan onto him and
therefore had not thought about the occasional pain and stings.

But
it’s only later, much later he realizes the truth.

Obi-Wan
is his soulmate.

During
the entire Bandomeer mission and Xanatos resurface, Qui-Gon has felt
his soulmate’s pain and felt new scars appear on his body and
horror creeps in his chest because his other half must be a padawan
with what he can feel.

The
master must have lost his soulmate and now his soulmate is being
whipped and agitation and desperation claws at Qui-Gon’s chest to
find and protect them.

But
he has a mission and can’t go running off.

And
so it is only later as he sits in the medic’s treatment room with
Obi-Wan being gently unclothed that he figures it out.

As
the marks of a whip over the back becomes apparent, as Obi-Wan
twitches and hisses in pain and Qui-Gon’s own back burns even as
Obi-Wan’s injuries heal, as puss gets drained.

He
continues to hurt as every injury the other has gets treated with bacta and care and disinfection solution.

From
the scrubs on his hands, the rawness of his throat and the lashes
that is left on his back and chest.

Bruises
are harder to treat of course but the medic has some cream.

Once
done, Qui-Gon helps his padawan dress and lifts the other into his
arms,
one tucked beneath his rear and the other around his back to hold him
close as he walks and talks with the Foreman of the workers and deals
with the government.

Obi-Wan
breath is slow and steady against his shoulder as he does, calm and
safe in Qui-Gon’s arms
and that is where he stays until they are on the ship where Qui-Gon
tucks him into the narrow bunk, kneeling down beside it.

There
he stays, stroking Obi-Wan’s hair and cheek, eyes flickering over
the face, ignoring the bacta patches for now.

This
is his soulmate and his padawan and Qui-Gon has no idea what to do
with that information.

One
day he will have to tell Obi-Wan but until then he has to be a master
and Force,
he is going to kick Yoda because the troll must know.

There
would be no other reason for all of this manipulation if he didn’t
know.

Breathing
out, Qui-Gon can’t help a small smile.

Because
he has been aware of his soulmates age for thirteen long years and
has
mostly
comes to term with it, though sometimes he angsts and feels like a
cradle robber he must admit as
he roughly knew his soulmate’s age was around thirteen.

But
here he is.

Here
Obi-Wan is, breathing, alive, the other part of Qui-Gon’s soul and
he doesn’t know what kind of relationship they will have but he is
content to wait for now to figure it out as he teaches the other and
leaning in, he drops a kiss to the teens temple.

“…I
hope I will do right by you,” He whispered against the pale skin.
“I’m just human Obi-Wan, I’ve already made many grave mistakes
when
it comes to you
but… I hope I can do justice to my role as your master and still be
your soulmate…” Qui-Gon rumbled before huffing out a breath. “I’m
going to fuck this up.” He muttered glumly to himself.

The
last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Obi-Wan but he had already
done so and he could feel it in his bones…

He
would have to make difficult choices for the future.

Choices
masters make all the time but generally soulmates don’t and
shouldn’t
do because of the trauma and guilt it can leave behind.

Soulmates
are suppose to protect and love, not take a difficult choice that
could lead to more pain.

Masters
are suppose to guide and teach and have to make difficult choices
sometimes because the life of a Jedi is not simple and sometimes that
includes leaving padawan’s in difficult situations they need to
sort out themselves.

Force
knows that Dooku had left him in his fair share of problems.

Not
because Yan hadn’t cared but because the situations were fragile,
because sometimes padawan’s fell into the hands of those who wanted
to hurt them and a Jedi master couldn’t just rip a planet apart
searching even when they knew their padawans were in pain.

Staring
at Obi-Wan’s sleep slack face, Qui-Gon wondered if maybe his
situation could be the exception because he’s not sure he remembers
any soulmates teaching their own even though there’s no official
rule against it.

Letting
out a bone weary sigh, Qui-Gon let a wry smile cross his face as he
settled his arms down on the bed and his chin on his arms. “I am
totally going to fuck up… but I’m going to love you every
millimeter of the way as I wait on you. I hope you know that.”
Qui-Gon whispered fondly, watching the soulmate he had spent so long
waiting for with an utter peace settling in his bones that he hadn’t
known since Xanatos had been his padawan.

Right
now, Qui-Gon had everything he could ever want and he would wait
until the time was right to tell Obi-Wan if he did not figure it out
himself.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon settled to sleep, deserving some rest before he
reached Coruscant as he listened to his second half steady breathing
only inches from him.

For feralchild. Now that Obi-wan has so publicly been accepted, he’s painted a big target on his back. So he gets bullied a lot because he pissed off knights and apprentices who he made look bad with that stunt. Can we see Obi-wan dealing with it? Trying to be a good sith but still being a kid?

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Frankly,
he knew it was coming.

Du
Crion had allies
and even a few friends that liked him amazingly enough to Obi-Wan and
there was always jealousy going on when someone bettered their
position. Obi-Wan was not blind to the ones he had left behind who
had quietly jeered at him thinking he’d have to take the Inquisitor
offers.

Bruck
Chun and Aalto Ser was quick to hiss at him when they could.

However
when Obi-Wan was with his new master all he experienced was the
glares in his back, no one dared to even as much as glare at him when
Qui-Gon was within hearing or sight as the tall master’s eyes
missed nothing.

But
Obi-Wan couldn’t stay at his master’s side
or the lavish apartment his master had at
all times, he
had lessons to go to, people to socialize with and his own things to
do when he had finished his training and chores.

And
so he finds himself being shoved to the wall by two knights glaring
down at him, a blond and a redhead respectively, amber eyes sparkling
malevolently at him as Obi-Wan glares back and bares his teeth at
them.

For
a moment he has the flash image of a lion cub snarling back at male
lions bearing down on them with murderous intent.

Brave
but ultimately foolish.

“I
can’t believe a little shit stain like you is the reason Xanatos
is dead, you were easily enough isolated.” One of them hissed, a
viroblade in his hand.

Glancing
down at it, his pride bristling at the perceived insult of the other
not even bothering to pull his lightsaber, Obi-Wan snarled back. “He
was weak and I was strong. And you needed two
to take me and gang up on me, at least I went after Du Crion alone.”
He mocked.

He
received an enraged growl, one of the humans reaching for him only
for Obi-Wan to lash out with the Force, the tiny Force lightnings he
could manage enough to burn the nerves and make them wary.

But
also enraging them at the same time as Obi-Wan got his own medicine
in reply.

Proper,
true lighting rains down on him and Obi-Wan’s knees hit the ground
harshly, marble floor just as unforgiving as gravel as Obi-Wan teeth
bite through his lip to keep his screams in. He will not scream for
them, he will have that much as he raises his head enough to glare.

He’s
still panting harshly as the lighting is let up moments later, both
of them smirking down at him.

“I
say we carve him up and leave him as a corpse for the lothcats, a
puny macabre find for someone.”
The redhead grunted, playing with his blade.

Snorting,
the other rubbed his chin. “Or we drain him, he’s strong, you can
tell that much.” He drawled.

Obi-Wan’s
attention however was drawn further back in the hall as a dark shape
was making itself known. Amber and blood red was almost glowing in
the dark and Obi-Wan felt his heart thunder in his chest that had
nothing to do with the lighting and pain he had been exposed to.

No,
it was excitement as Qui-Gon’s unforgiving stone face finally
emerged from the dark behind the two oblivious knights.

“Or,”
He whispered silkily, both of them going ramrod as Qui-Gon rested his
hands on their backs. “I give my warning to the temple at whole
through you two for attacking my apprentice.” That
was their only warning.

And
then they were screaming, collapsing to the floor while spasming and
kicking, put under Qui-Gon’s dark power as all color seemed to be
pulled from their hair.

Watching
in awe, the dark side crooning lullabies and promises in his ears,
Obi-Wan licked the blood off his lip and smirked when they urinated
under the pain and he was almost disappointed when Qui-Gon stopped,
leaving the two panting and shaking on the floor, alive.

Then
his focus was all on his master as the man gracefully stepped over
the two bodies and the puddles around them, the man’s large hand
cupping his chin.

The
man’s thumb prodded at Obi-Wan’s bleeding lip, his own pursing
before running his hand gently through Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
felt his lip tingling, Qui-Gon’s Force wrapping around him as the
man healed Obi-Wan before drawing him into his stomach in a brief
hug. “Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would apprentice,
quite clever in avoiding difficulties but hopefully this will be
warning enough for everyone.” The man murmured, his deep brogue
soothing and warm to Obi-Wan.

Humming,
the scent of the man’s musky cologne and tea which was trapped in
the cloth going up his nose, Obi-Wan relaxed at the offered safety
and warmth of
the other Sith.
“Thank you master.” He whispered quietly.

Slowly
Qui-Gon continued stroking his apprentice copper
hair for a few more seconds, both ignoring the whimpers behind him
before he settled his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, turning
him and then guiding
him with him through the hallway.

“Shouldn’t
we alert someone?” Obi-Wan questioned, not bothering to glance back
as
it was obvious what he meant.

Snorting
dismissively, Qui-Gon only squeezed his shoulder. “No, someone will
find them or they will make their own way. Regardless, my warning is
clear. You are off limit for anyone as they deal with me if they
touch you.” He drawled as they entered one of the larger halls,
passing statues of foregone Sith.

Biting
his lip, Obi-Wan had to hide a smile even as he leaned into the grasp
of his master and meet Chun’s enraged eyes across the hall with his
own smug ones.

Oh
the power at his fingertips…

Enemies
better watch their back because Obi-Wan was going to become a force
to be reckoned with.

You’re killing me with iseelight. Can we please get the quiobi reunion we deserve? Or possibly a painful one where they both trip over their own tongues and it ends badly (not forever, just like a more drama stakeraising thing)

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Hand’s
awkwardly twisted in his lap as he wished for tea, Obi-Wan kept his
head down even as his sightless eyes were useless in this situation.

But
instinctual cues were hard to forget for a body working on muscle
memory in response to Obi-Wan’s anxiety, fear and nervousness as he
continued twisting the hem of his shirt tunic, picking at loose
threads.

He
hadn’t expected company, thought people would give him space the
first two weeks, and Quinlan did not count as a fellow Shadow who had
the social norm understanding of a rancor in a livestock pen.

He
hadn’t thought Qui-Gon would come sniffing on the third day as
Obi-Wan was still getting his new quarters ready for himself,
freshening everything, getting things settled into cupboards and
shelves and making sure his couch and bed was comfortable.

To
make a home out of his quarters now that he was back in the temple.

And
so he had put on a threadbare, short sleeved tunic that stopped at
his elbows as he worked around the room in only that and his
leggings, bare feet padding silently around the room with his sonar
ears settled on his bedside table.

He
didn’t need the extra sensory tool in his own quarters after all
and it could be tiring to use it too much.

Therefore
he had been taken off-guard by Qui-Gon.

The
alpha had suddenly been at his door and Obi-Wan hadn’t thought it
over before opening the door to let the man in, his heart pounding
with fearful hope in his chest.

Now
he couldn’t help but remember all the scars covering his arms and
his feet.

Remember
how he only had three toes on each foot, remember how he was blind
and broken and Qui-Gon could see the scars covering from his fingers
and up to his elbows with more hiding under the clothes that Qui-Gon
could not see.

Sitting
beside the glowing
with the Force
alpha had never felt as terrifying and awkward as in this moment and
Obi-Wan included the first day he became Qui-Gon’s padawan and the
day he entered heat for the very first time, a flushed and panting
mess stuck in a cruise ships quarter with Qui-Gon’s hand on his
forehead as his master tried to coax him through a meditation to calm
down and keep him from overheating.

Sweat
was cooling on his skin and cloth and yet Obi-Wan couldn’t bring
himself to excuse himself to go fresh up, his tongue felt like it had
been welded to the bottom of his mouth, his jaw locked.

He
jumped a bit when a large, warm hand touched his wrist, Qui-Gon
letting out a low noise Obi-Wan couldn’t decipher at the reaction.
“Oh Obi-Wan…” He rumbled, his brogue deep.

Shivering
a bit, Obi-Wan let the other pull his hands apart to pull the
arm to him, blunt fingertips slowly exploring the scarred and ruined
skin, Obi-Wan’s fingers twitching slightly at the touch of those
warm fingers on his upper arm.

For
the first time Obi-Wan wondered the color of his scars.

Were
they pale white?

Were
they pink?

Or
were they dark brown, vividly obvious on his own pale skin to not
leave him a chance to hide the ugly scars left on him by the scum of
the galaxy.

Obi-Wan
had lost his sight before most of the scars on his body appeared and
therefore he did not know how most of them looked in terms of color,
only how they felt and the size and form.

What
was the alpha thinking, sitting beside this scarred, blind and almost
broken omega, the omega that maybe couldn’t carry kits because of
all the injuries.

He
wouldn’t know that until after he had the healer examination
scheduled in four days and didn’t know what to say if Qui-Gon
should ask in that moment. Obi-Wan’s heart was beating so hard it
was amazing it wasn’t beating out of his chest and blood was
roaring through his ears making it hard to hear anything.

And
still Qui-Gon’s fingertips were slowly exploring the skin up to the
elbow and back down before turning the arm to examine the inner side
of it.

Could
see the viroblade scars, burn scars, manacle scars, puckering
infected wounds that hadn’t been attended to until much later.

Scars
telling the horror of missions gone wrong.

“Oh
Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon finally breathed out, his voice heavy and Obi-Wan
could almost imagine the slump of the others shoulders. “What
happened to you?” He whined softly.

There
was no disgust in the others voice but the pity…

It
was unbearable and Obi-Wan felt himself crumble under the words as
tears filled his blind, glazed eyes as his fingers twitched. ‘How
could any alpha want something as broken as me?’ The knight thought
with despair as his heart broke.

Moddy! That picture of long hair Obi-wan is so cute. It looks like qui-gon is realizing he’s cute and obi is blushing because his old crush is suddenly seeing him! Would you please right Qui falling in love seeing Obi again?

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Holding
his breath, Qui-Gon took in his former padawan with nothing short of
awe.

In
the year the other had been gone out in the field on mission after
mission, Obi-Wan had come a far cry from the once so awkward, if only
to Jedi, and slightly gangly padawan he had been at Qui-Gon’s side
for all his projected image of confidence and serenity.

No,
this was a knight, sure of his path and his abilities with
a smile on his face.

Dressed
in clean standard beige but with a slightly darker tabard to go with
his state of dress, sparkling green eyes and his head held high, that
alone would have been enough to make Qui-Gon feel pride but Obi-Wan
had gone further. In the year he had been gone the other man had
grown in a very full, groomed beard and down his back a wealth of
copper red hair tumbled loosely, the slightest sign of a curl in it
telling Qui-Gon that it must have been braided at some point to be
kept out of the way.

With
the angle he was in, Qui-Gon couldn’t quite tell the length of hair
but he would guess somewhere around the small of the back for the
sleek, well groomed waves of red and much to his dismay he could feel
his fingers itch to run through it. It
would be thick he imagined, it looked like if you braided it, it
would be as thick as a human wrist.

Obi-Wan
had gone
away a slightly unsure, awkward padawan and come back a confidant
knight and it was working wonders for him clearly as old friends and
teachers flocked around him, Obi-Wan laughing brightly as he talked
with them.

‘He’s
pretty.’ The thought surfaced softly, none intrusive but clear and
Qui-Gon had to swallow heavily even as he privately admitted that he
admired the pretty things in life.

He
just had no idea he’d come to find his old padawan on the list of
pretty things to admire.

Not
pretty like a flower or pretty as a delightful work of art when he
came over them, not even pretty as in just a face in the crowd,
though Obi-Wan was very aesthetically pleasing but if it had simply
been about being beautiful it would have been so much simpler.

Oh
no, Obi-Wan was pretty in so many ways.

The
confidence of his stance, the joy in his Force aura, the easy smile
on his lips and the knowledge that under the beard there were
dimples, the tiny scattering of freckles on pale skin, the animated
hands as he spoke and the knowledge that this man had once been
awkward only to go to this creature…

No,
Obi-Wan was a
far
superior beautiful than a piece of delicate art, his attractiveness
more than just the skin he wore and
the features he took care of.

And
then Obi-Wan finally spotted him, his green eyes widening marginally
as a quick flush rose to the top of his cheeks much to Qui-Gon’s
horrified delight. Quickly the redhead excused
himself from his conversation before making a beeline for Qui-Gon
where the man stood in the shadow of one of the large statues posed
in the hall.

Sliding
his hands into his sleeves, mostly to hide his twitching fingers,
Qui-Gon smiled warmly at the other as he finally closed the distance.
“Hello there.” Obi-Wan greeted, slightly breathless, smiling in
turn with that pink flush on top of his cheeks.

This
close Qui-Gon could spot golden copper threads in the others hair and
beard, the sight speaking of sun along with the sudden wealth of
freckles the closeness exposed to his searching eyes. “Hello there
Knight Kenobi,” He greeted softly, chuckling softly when the other
wrinkled his nose. “Hello Obi-Wan.” He offered.

For
a moment they stood there before Qui-Gon just gave in and spread his
arms, Obi-Wan’s eyes brightening up before stepping in and hugging
him tightly, bringing with him a lovely smell of sweet pastries, dark
tea and clean soaps.

“…I’m
home,” Obi-Wan whispered into his shoulder.

“Welcome
home, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured, tightening his hold minutely
before easing his grip to lean back, making a show of glancing over
him. “Well, you cleaned up into one hell of a knight huh.” He
offered in his teasing tone as he confirmed that the others hair was
in the small of his back, longer than even Qui-Gon’s.

To
his joy, Obi-Wan threw his head back and laughed, the sound clear and
unworried, all the things he had hoped to see in the other as a
knight and was now confronted with. Qui-Gon wasn’t sure he had
anything with it but he was happy to see it.

Happy
to see Obi-Wan.

Pretty
Obi-Wan.

Can we get a scene where Obi-wan and Qui-Gon are having a good day? Nothing too stressful, just a really good day for the both of them while Obi-wan is still a padawan? Like maybe a day at a beach or something?

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Squinting
slightly, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back and tilted his head enough to
look towards where his master was picking a citrus fruit of some kind
from the orchard. Considering the farmer looked quite content as the
Jedi picked fruit from his tree, Qui-Gon had either paid or charmed
the man though maybe one or two fruits weren’t a damage to the
farmer.

She
looked pretty well to do, so maybe gifting the Jedi who had aided
their planet wasn’t something that concerned her.

Remaining
in the grass, Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon turned and came back to him,
smiling slightly up at his master as the man chuckled down at him and
sat down, settling the small armful of fist sized red fruits into his
lap. “Mistress Ziula was kind enough to give us some of her yrada
citrus when she spotted us waiting for the shuttle to the city, I’m
quite sure you’ll like them considering they are sweet.” The
older Jedi teased gently.

Smiling
shyly, Obi-Wan sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit. His sweet tooth
wasn’t something he cared to hide with his master and so he nodded
while eyeing the ruby red fruits in the man’s lap. “I saw some of
these earlier but those looked… yellow?” He noted with interest.

Humming,
Qui-Gon picked up one to show Obi-Wan how to peel it, picking at the
top until it loosened before easily peeling down. “Well there are
different kinds but if they are of the same kind as I have here, they
would have been unripe,” He explained. “See, as most fruits,
these go through a color change. Green, yellowish and then to a
darkened orange or red as these I have here.” Qui-Gon handed over
the peeled fruit to Obi-Wan before picking up another for himself.

‘I
imagine the tropical weather of the planet makes it easy to grow
citruses here, at least on this half of the planet.’ Obi-Wan mused
as he twisted the citrus to get halves sections and then pull the
boats from each other.

Like
a normal orange almost.

Obi-Wan
had oranges before after all but these were clearly a bit different
even if they looked quite a lot
alike a normal orange.

Popping
a boat into his mouth, Obi-Wan chewed thoughtfully before letting out
a happy noise at the sweet, fresh flavor that spread in his mouth. If
he was to explain the flavor, it would be somewhere between and
orange and a strawberry actually and he flushed a bit when he noted
his master watching him in amusement.

Chuckling
faintly, Qui-Gon continued peeling his own and smiled when Obi-Wan
settled his head on the master’s shoulder, both of them relaxing as
there was still hours for the scheduled shuttle bus to come.

When
Obi-Wan let out a small shiver when a breeze rolled past, the man
lifted his robe a bit around his padawan’s shoulders and then
popped a boat into his own mouth of the fruit, both of them watching
the sun shine warmly down on them in the humid day.

Chewing
on the last piece of his own, Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek on the others
shoulder, taking in the comfort of a secure person in his space, he
could even hear the slight whistle of Qui-Gon’s nose like this when
the man breathed out. “We don’t get days to relax like this often
do we.” He murmured quietly.

“Unfortunately
not,” Qui-Gon rumbled, stroking his beard before smiling at
Obi-Wan, tilting his head enough for their eyes to meet. “That’s
why one enjoys it while one can. And eat more fruit.” He plopped a
new red citrus into Obi-Wan’s hand, his shoulder shaking as he
laughed quietly when the other just rolled his eyes and peacefully
started peeling a new fruit for himself.

‘Enjoying
it while one can… yeah, sounds like a good policy.’ Obi-Wan mused
as the scent of citrus peel filled the air and birds chirped all
around them.