obikin
p2~3 jedi ani/ sith obi
SithObi
Benefit of Sweet: Are QuiObi aware of their kit? Or is it a shock to them when Obi has to go to the healers and Qui needs to do some careful memory modification?
Arms wrapped around
himself, Obi-Wan stared at the healer with no amount of horror as the
man turned to the terminal to log in the collected information while
still chatting about telling the council.
And then his eyes
shot to his master, his mate as the man slowly approached the healer.
“Now master
Jin-ack!” The zabrak didn’t have a chance as Qui-Gon’s hand
covered its forehead, fingers spreading around horns as Qui-Gon’s
eyes turned yellow and Obi-Wan slumped in utter relief.
“We came here for
a checkup, my padawan has a stomach bug.” The alpha said strongly
and for a moment the beta in his grasp struggled before going still.
“Yes, a stomach
bug, nothing too bad. Just a few days of rest and a lot of fluids and
he will recover.” The healer agreed with a dazed voice.
“We were grateful
for your help.” Qui-Gon rumbled while Obi-Wan bounced off the table
to the terminal to change the logged in information.
He wiped out the
words of the healer, his heart pounding as he saw ‘pregnancy’ and
‘unbonded’ and instead wrote in a humanoid stomach bug caught in
the atmosphere. It wouldn’t be too suspicious, Obi-Wan had gotten
it from space before and he had just returned from a mission after
all.
It was harder to
make himself relax even as his master looked utterly normal as he
spoke with the healer he had Force manipulated but hopefully everyone
who saw them only put it away to Obi-Wan having anxieties about
something trial related of mission related.
The moment they
entered their quarters Qui-Gon swept Obi-Wan into his arms, pressing
his face into Obi-Wan’s neck and nosing out his scent gland. “Shh,
its okay, you need to calm down, I’m not upset.” He crooned.
‘I must be sour
smelling if he’s saying that.’ Obi-Wan thought shakily, wrapping
his arms around the others neck to cling to him. Qui-Gon lifted him
with his hands under Obi-Wan’s thighs so the omega could wrap his
legs around the alphas waist, tucking him into his body to provide
the comfort Obi-Wan was seeking as he rumbled and crooned into his
neck, nosing at the gland and for long moments that was the only
thing that filled the air, the noises of the temple and Coruscant’s
sky traffic a background sound barely noticed after so many years.
“We need to
leave.” Obi-Wan whispered shakily.
Qui-Gon tensed, his
arms gripping Obi-Wan tighter. “We do.” He agreed, nodding into
Obi-Wan’s neck.
“Soon.” Obi-Wan
insisted, shaking.
He knew that if the
order discovered him pregnant than he would have to choose to give
the babe to the creche and leave, but if they were to discover the
child was Qui-Gon’s…
He swallowed
heavily at the thought and dug his nails into the back of the others
neck, shaking harder.
“Than we become
part of the Lost.” Qui-Gon nosed at him and finally Obi-Wan pulled
his face away from the others shoulder enough to look at him in
shock.
It was not uncommon
for padawans or even knights to leave, but few Master’s came so far
to find out they wanted to leave.
He had seen all
their bust in the Archives.
That Qui-Gon was
willing to…
Trembling, Obi-Wan
gave a faint hiccup and hid in him again.
“We’ll find
different way to change the Order, we’ll leave tomorrow for this,”
Qui-Gon’s hand brushed Obi-Wan’s still too flat to see anything
stomach. “This comes first. Yan will shelter us.” He headed for
the bedroom.
Nodding, Obi-Wan
let out a hiccuping noise of relief, needing his alpha now more than
ever.
Benefit of Sweet: Are QuiObi aware of their kit? Or is it a shock to them when Obi has to go to the healers and Qui needs to do some careful memory modification?
Arms wrapped around
himself, Obi-Wan stared at the healer with no amount of horror as the
man turned to the terminal to log in the collected information while
still chatting about telling the council.
And then his eyes
shot to his master, his mate as the man slowly approached the healer.
“Now master
Jin-ack!” The zabrak didn’t have a chance as Qui-Gon’s hand
covered its forehead, fingers spreading around horns as Qui-Gon’s
eyes turned yellow and Obi-Wan slumped in utter relief.
“We came here for
a checkup, my padawan has a stomach bug.” The alpha said strongly
and for a moment the beta in his grasp struggled before going still.
“Yes, a stomach
bug, nothing too bad. Just a few days of rest and a lot of fluids and
he will recover.” The healer agreed with a dazed voice.
“We were grateful
for your help.” Qui-Gon rumbled while Obi-Wan bounced off the table
to the terminal to change the logged in information.
He wiped out the
words of the healer, his heart pounding as he saw ‘pregnancy’ and
‘unbonded’ and instead wrote in a humanoid stomach bug caught in
the atmosphere. It wouldn’t be too suspicious, Obi-Wan had gotten
it from space before and he had just returned from a mission after
all.
It was harder to
make himself relax even as his master looked utterly normal as he
spoke with the healer he had Force manipulated but hopefully everyone
who saw them only put it away to Obi-Wan having anxieties about
something trial related of mission related.
The moment they
entered their quarters Qui-Gon swept Obi-Wan into his arms, pressing
his face into Obi-Wan’s neck and nosing out his scent gland. “Shh,
its okay, you need to calm down, I’m not upset.” He crooned.
‘I must be sour
smelling if he’s saying that.’ Obi-Wan thought shakily, wrapping
his arms around the others neck to cling to him. Qui-Gon lifted him
with his hands under Obi-Wan’s thighs so the omega could wrap his
legs around the alphas waist, tucking him into his body to provide
the comfort Obi-Wan was seeking as he rumbled and crooned into his
neck, nosing at the gland and for long moments that was the only
thing that filled the air, the noises of the temple and Coruscant’s
sky traffic a background sound barely noticed after so many years.
“We need to
leave.” Obi-Wan whispered shakily.
Qui-Gon tensed, his
arms gripping Obi-Wan tighter. “We do.” He agreed, nodding into
Obi-Wan’s neck.
“Soon.” Obi-Wan
insisted, shaking.
He knew that if the
order discovered him pregnant than he would have to choose to give
the babe to the creche and leave, but if they were to discover the
child was Qui-Gon’s…
He swallowed
heavily at the thought and dug his nails into the back of the others
neck, shaking harder.
“Than we become
part of the Lost.” Qui-Gon nosed at him and finally Obi-Wan pulled
his face away from the others shoulder enough to look at him in
shock.
It was not uncommon
for padawans or even knights to leave, but few Master’s came so far
to find out they wanted to leave.
He had seen all
their bust in the Archives.
That Qui-Gon was
willing to…
Trembling, Obi-Wan
gave a faint hiccup and hid in him again.
“We’ll find
different way to change the Order, we’ll leave tomorrow for this,”
Qui-Gon’s hand brushed Obi-Wan’s still too flat to see anything
stomach. “This comes first. Yan will shelter us.” He headed for
the bedroom.
Nodding, Obi-Wan
let out a hiccuping noise of relief, needing his alpha now more than
ever.
Hello again Moddy. Could we have a bit of a flashback in #Benefitofsweet to when Obi was a baby Padawan and just getting his eyes opened to all that is really going on in the order?
Breathing heavily
with the flickering flames warming his already fevered skin as sweat
rolled down every millimeter of his face, Obi-Wan wondered how the
hell getting sick could make you this miserable.
He was both
overheating and cold at the same time and every time he tried to move
he felt like he was about to throw up as he shivered against the
rocky cave floor.
At least he had his
master even if he wasn’t sure what to think about the alpha at the
moment.
The reason for
that?
The man’s yellow
eyes, which had turned so as Qui-Gon had been protecting his padawan.
But the hand
stroking Obi-Wan’s hair as his head rested in the others lap was
gentle and soothing as could be despite their mission having gone
utterly wrong and Obi-Wan ending up sick because of the chemicals
released into the air.
It had forced them
to take shelter in the best place they could, a nearby cave to the
blown up chemical plant where Qui-Gon had done everything as Obi-Wan
collapsed in illness.
“Its alright
little one, no one is going to hurt you.” Qui-Gon crooned quietly
down at him, that large hand moving down his spine slowly in a
soothing touch.
Letting out a soft
whimpering noise, Obi-Wan shifted and crawled fully into the large
lap, coiling up in fetal position in an attempt to make himself feel
better, both about his illness and his mental state. “…Why?” He
questioned shakily.
A thoughtful rumble
filled the cave, Qui-Gon still stroking his back tenderly. “Because
the Jedi order is decaying, just look at its treatment of you,
gentle, successful you who would have become a great Jedi if only a
master took you on… and yet you were bullied and thrown out before
your time. No, there needs to be changes and my master and I know
they can not happen within.”
A quiet noise
escaped Obi-Wan at that, shaking even harder and Qui-Gon let out a
worried rumble, shifting Obi-Wan until he was sitting up in the
alphas lap where he wrapped his robe around Obi-Wan’s small form.
“You should have
been protected, instead you were systematically abused by the very
foundation of the Order and I know where the blame is.” Qui-Gon
sighed tiredly.
“…Where?”
Obi-Wan questioned, head resting on the others collarbone where he
could hear the steady beat of a strong heart.
“Yoda,” Qui-Gon
rubbed gently at Obi-Wan’s nape. “He has kept everything in a
state of status qou since he became the Grandmaster, his word is law
even in the Council and not many dares to argue with him. He has made
the Order decay as he does not understand the changing of the galaxy
or thinks that not everyone should have certain information about the
foundation of the Order.” He settled his hand warmly on Obi-Wan’s
nape and the padawan could feel the light touch of healing Force flow
to abate some of Obi-Wan’s symptoms.
It was a temporary
thing but Qui-Gon kept at it once every hour to aid him.
“Oh…” Obi-Wan
whimpered.
“But I don’t
think you’re ready to hear that right now little one. Sleep, you
are much too tired and much to ill to face this news.” Qui-Gon
tucked him in closer to his chest, rocking gently.
Nosing at the mans
collarbone, Obi-Wan snuffled and nodded, too tired to argue and to
sick to really comprehend.
Maybe it would all
make sense tomorrow… maybe it would tomorrow.
()()()
It had, Qui-Gon had
given an explanation that made sense even if it took Obi-Wan a long
time to accept it.
Even so his loyalty
to his master won out over the council and he kept the secret even as
he struggled to understand and accept and as he stood in front of the
council as Qui-Gon reported to them, Obi-Wan wondered if Yoda’s
death would finally allow a little bit of revolution.
‘And maybe
finally allow Qui-Gon to claim me and mark me.’ The omega glanced
to his master, his heart beating ever so much faster in response.
Hello again Moddy. Could we have a bit of a flashback in #Benefitofsweet to when Obi was a baby Padawan and just getting his eyes opened to all that is really going on in the order?
Breathing heavily
with the flickering flames warming his already fevered skin as sweat
rolled down every millimeter of his face, Obi-Wan wondered how the
hell getting sick could make you this miserable.
He was both
overheating and cold at the same time and every time he tried to move
he felt like he was about to throw up as he shivered against the
rocky cave floor.
At least he had his
master even if he wasn’t sure what to think about the alpha at the
moment.
The reason for
that?
The man’s yellow
eyes, which had turned so as Qui-Gon had been protecting his padawan.
But the hand
stroking Obi-Wan’s hair as his head rested in the others lap was
gentle and soothing as could be despite their mission having gone
utterly wrong and Obi-Wan ending up sick because of the chemicals
released into the air.
It had forced them
to take shelter in the best place they could, a nearby cave to the
blown up chemical plant where Qui-Gon had done everything as Obi-Wan
collapsed in illness.
“Its alright
little one, no one is going to hurt you.” Qui-Gon crooned quietly
down at him, that large hand moving down his spine slowly in a
soothing touch.
Letting out a soft
whimpering noise, Obi-Wan shifted and crawled fully into the large
lap, coiling up in fetal position in an attempt to make himself feel
better, both about his illness and his mental state. “…Why?” He
questioned shakily.
A thoughtful rumble
filled the cave, Qui-Gon still stroking his back tenderly. “Because
the Jedi order is decaying, just look at its treatment of you,
gentle, successful you who would have become a great Jedi if only a
master took you on… and yet you were bullied and thrown out before
your time. No, there needs to be changes and my master and I know
they can not happen within.”
A quiet noise
escaped Obi-Wan at that, shaking even harder and Qui-Gon let out a
worried rumble, shifting Obi-Wan until he was sitting up in the
alphas lap where he wrapped his robe around Obi-Wan’s small form.
“You should have
been protected, instead you were systematically abused by the very
foundation of the Order and I know where the blame is.” Qui-Gon
sighed tiredly.
“…Where?”
Obi-Wan questioned, head resting on the others collarbone where he
could hear the steady beat of a strong heart.
“Yoda,” Qui-Gon
rubbed gently at Obi-Wan’s nape. “He has kept everything in a
state of status qou since he became the Grandmaster, his word is law
even in the Council and not many dares to argue with him. He has made
the Order decay as he does not understand the changing of the galaxy
or thinks that not everyone should have certain information about the
foundation of the Order.” He settled his hand warmly on Obi-Wan’s
nape and the padawan could feel the light touch of healing Force flow
to abate some of Obi-Wan’s symptoms.
It was a temporary
thing but Qui-Gon kept at it once every hour to aid him.
“Oh…” Obi-Wan
whimpered.
“But I don’t
think you’re ready to hear that right now little one. Sleep, you
are much too tired and much to ill to face this news.” Qui-Gon
tucked him in closer to his chest, rocking gently.
Nosing at the mans
collarbone, Obi-Wan snuffled and nodded, too tired to argue and to
sick to really comprehend.
Maybe it would all
make sense tomorrow… maybe it would tomorrow.
()()()
It had, Qui-Gon had
given an explanation that made sense even if it took Obi-Wan a long
time to accept it.
Even so his loyalty
to his master won out over the council and he kept the secret even as
he struggled to understand and accept and as he stood in front of the
council as Qui-Gon reported to them, Obi-Wan wondered if Yoda’s
death would finally allow a little bit of revolution.
‘And maybe
finally allow Qui-Gon to claim me and mark me.’ The omega glanced
to his master, his heart beating ever so much faster in response.
sith
Hello Moddy, i know we seen QuiObi with Qui-Gon being the sith or Obi-Wan being the unwilling apprentice, but how about both being sith and it being a carrier verse.
“You going to try and rob me with
your morning bread?” Was the first thing that Obi-Wan heard as he
woke slowly, blinking in confusion at the fondly exasperated and
loving voice in his ears as he pressed closer to the warmth in front
of him.
“…What?” He said in confusion,
sleepy, drowsy confusion.
There was a deep chuckle and a shift
making Obi-Wan aware of the warmth in front of him moving away and
that made him whimper slightly in distress because it had been so
nice and warm and he felt so painfully sore all over.
There was another shift and a hand
cupping his cheek with warmth spreading from it to his toes that had
Obi-Wan mewling and opening his eyes properly to peer up into
concerned yellow eyes of his master.
Oh, well that explained it.
He’d been spooning Qui-Gon and had
been pressing his morning erection into the others rear…
Oh damn.
He flushed darkly. “Apologies
master.” He mumbled out in shame but Qui-Gon just shook his head,
the warmth still spreading through Obi-Wan’s body.
“No, don’t be. Bodies in pain
search out comfort.” He rumbled out and Obi-Wan realized with a
little bit of horror that he had been broadcasting into their bond.
With a little shamed whine he rolled
onto his back despite the narrowness of the ship bunk and covered his
face with his bandaged covered hands to Qui-Gon’s amusement as the
man chuckled despite his hand now being dislodged.
“Easy does it apprentice. I am not
upset with you, only worried. We’ll see about getting you into a
tub when we finally arrive on Coruscant.” He said, his nose
wrinkling as he said the last.
Face still flushed, Obi-Wan peeked
through his fingers. “Do we have to? Can’t we stay with Yan for a
while? Yoda and the council doesn’t question that too much.” He
said with some exasperation.
“Would be nice but we used the excuse
too much this last half year, you know we can only say ‘we’re
keeping an eye on Yan’ so much before they get testy,” Qui-Gon
rumbled out, getting to his feet as Obi-Wan watched his lover.
“Beside, you just don’t want to hide holding my hand like we need
to in the temple.” The long haired man chortled as he knelt down to
open the first aid kit.
Obi-Wan had once loved Yoda… until he
had understood that Yoda? Yoda was one of the symptoms of a decaying
Jedi Order.
Might actually BE the reason for the
decay of the order with how long he had been in charged and affected
each generation of Jedi in some way with his preaching of
non-attachment to sentient that needed
so much more than the Jedi could provided if you couldn’t… love.
Love
utterly with your heart.
He
still cared about the man but he remembered all too well his early
days in the Jedi Order, Bruck and how no one listened to Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan had often been proclaimed
as the problem even as he defended himself.
The
order needed to be refreshed, needed change.
And
that meant that the council needed to be switched out, especially
Yoda.
So
many years as grandmaster, so many years as a council member couldn’t
be good, it caused stagnation because one single person could not
change the ideas so easily, especially one as long lived as Yoda with
a singular mind unchanging as Yoda had been in all the years Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon had known the man.
As
long as Yan had known him.
He had
not changed in all those many years and there was no reason to
believe he would change at all.
And
Obi-Wan still remembered shocked he had been the first time Qui-Gon
had hugged him. To be fair he had thought the other didn’t want
him, didn’t understand at the time that Qui-Gon had feared
discovery.
After
all, Sith hiding in plain sight in Yoda’s own line risked discovery
at any time, especially with an inquisitive, impulsive and smart
young padawan on the trail heh.
It was
a good thing Obi-Wan could be convinced to see the light…
metaphorically speaking that was as they were now Sith.
“Here,”
Obi-Wan looked up, finding Qui-Gon in front of him with an analgesic
patch. “Arch your neck for me.”
With a
grateful, happy noise, Obi-Wan obeyed,
smiling softly when the other man rewarded him with a gentle cheek
stroke once the patch was settled.
“…I’ll
a mission as soon as we’re cleared again,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“Somewhere out in the core or something. Give us time alone my
little love.” He promise with his hand lingering possessively over
Obi-Wan’s cheek.
“I
look forward to it.” Obi-Wan
smiled up at him, feeling warm inside out as Qui-Gon leans
in to kiss him sweetly, his free hand brushing unconsciously over
Obi-Wan’s hand.
Neither
notice the slight swelling of the stomach area, focused on each other
for the last privacy they’ll truly have before they arrive at the
temple.
Hello Moddy, i know we seen QuiObi with Qui-Gon being the sith or Obi-Wan being the unwilling apprentice, but how about both being sith and it being a carrier verse.
“You going to try and rob me with
your morning bread?” Was the first thing that Obi-Wan heard as he
woke slowly, blinking in confusion at the fondly exasperated and
loving voice in his ears as he pressed closer to the warmth in front
of him.
“…What?” He said in confusion,
sleepy, drowsy confusion.
There was a deep chuckle and a shift
making Obi-Wan aware of the warmth in front of him moving away and
that made him whimper slightly in distress because it had been so
nice and warm and he felt so painfully sore all over.
There was another shift and a hand
cupping his cheek with warmth spreading from it to his toes that had
Obi-Wan mewling and opening his eyes properly to peer up into
concerned yellow eyes of his master.
Oh, well that explained it.
He’d been spooning Qui-Gon and had
been pressing his morning erection into the others rear…
Oh damn.
He flushed darkly. “Apologies
master.” He mumbled out in shame but Qui-Gon just shook his head,
the warmth still spreading through Obi-Wan’s body.
“No, don’t be. Bodies in pain
search out comfort.” He rumbled out and Obi-Wan realized with a
little bit of horror that he had been broadcasting into their bond.
With a little shamed whine he rolled
onto his back despite the narrowness of the ship bunk and covered his
face with his bandaged covered hands to Qui-Gon’s amusement as the
man chuckled despite his hand now being dislodged.
“Easy does it apprentice. I am not
upset with you, only worried. We’ll see about getting you into a
tub when we finally arrive on Coruscant.” He said, his nose
wrinkling as he said the last.
Face still flushed, Obi-Wan peeked
through his fingers. “Do we have to? Can’t we stay with Yan for a
while? Yoda and the council doesn’t question that too much.” He
said with some exasperation.
“Would be nice but we used the excuse
too much this last half year, you know we can only say ‘we’re
keeping an eye on Yan’ so much before they get testy,” Qui-Gon
rumbled out, getting to his feet as Obi-Wan watched his lover.
“Beside, you just don’t want to hide holding my hand like we need
to in the temple.” The long haired man chortled as he knelt down to
open the first aid kit.
Obi-Wan had once loved Yoda… until he
had understood that Yoda? Yoda was one of the symptoms of a decaying
Jedi Order.
Might actually BE the reason for the
decay of the order with how long he had been in charged and affected
each generation of Jedi in some way with his preaching of
non-attachment to sentient that needed
so much more than the Jedi could provided if you couldn’t… love.
Love
utterly with your heart.
He
still cared about the man but he remembered all too well his early
days in the Jedi Order, Bruck and how no one listened to Obi-Wan and
Obi-Wan had often been proclaimed
as the problem even as he defended himself.
The
order needed to be refreshed, needed change.
And
that meant that the council needed to be switched out, especially
Yoda.
So
many years as grandmaster, so many years as a council member couldn’t
be good, it caused stagnation because one single person could not
change the ideas so easily, especially one as long lived as Yoda with
a singular mind unchanging as Yoda had been in all the years Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon had known the man.
As
long as Yan had known him.
He had
not changed in all those many years and there was no reason to
believe he would change at all.
And
Obi-Wan still remembered shocked he had been the first time Qui-Gon
had hugged him. To be fair he had thought the other didn’t want
him, didn’t understand at the time that Qui-Gon had feared
discovery.
After
all, Sith hiding in plain sight in Yoda’s own line risked discovery
at any time, especially with an inquisitive, impulsive and smart
young padawan on the trail heh.
It was
a good thing Obi-Wan could be convinced to see the light…
metaphorically speaking that was as they were now Sith.
“Here,”
Obi-Wan looked up, finding Qui-Gon in front of him with an analgesic
patch. “Arch your neck for me.”
With a
grateful, happy noise, Obi-Wan obeyed,
smiling softly when the other man rewarded him with a gentle cheek
stroke once the patch was settled.
“…I’ll
a mission as soon as we’re cleared again,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“Somewhere out in the core or something. Give us time alone my
little love.” He promise with his hand lingering possessively over
Obi-Wan’s cheek.
“I
look forward to it.” Obi-Wan
smiled up at him, feeling warm inside out as Qui-Gon leans
in to kiss him sweetly, his free hand brushing unconsciously over
Obi-Wan’s hand.
Neither
notice the slight swelling of the stomach area, focused on each other
for the last privacy they’ll truly have before they arrive at the
temple.
Hello there! It’s Obikin Week and also my first time participating :3
These are my illustrations for the piece @writegowrite wrote for Day 1 (I hope you don’t mind :’D ). Go read it here, it’s awesome!
Some time next time I’ll maaaybe try to use my own ideas.
Music: Ramin Djawadi – Paint It Black
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