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Watching the live
flatscreen event of the Chancellor’s funeral, Qui-Gon let out a
small hum of amusement that gained him a shocked look from Amidala
where she sat curled up in Anakin’s lap. His lips just twitched
even more at that as he remained leaning over the back of the couch.
“Come now, do you really expect me to be anything but amused at
Sidious fail?” He chuckled at her before yelping when Obi-Wan
suddenly had a hold of his lobe. “O-Obi-Wan!”

“Don’t taunt
her,” Obi-Wan said sternly, his lips a stern line and his eyes
narrowed at him. “She doesn’t need that stress and neither do we
honestly since not all of us were in the know about the full extent
of Palpatine’s betrayal against the Republic and us personally.”
He grunted out.

“Y-Yes love.”
Qui-Gon eeped out before letting out a gasp of relief and covering up
his ear when Obi-Wan let go off his lobe, hissing a bit as he rubbed
it.

He sent Anakin a
small glare of embarrassment when the blond gave a little snigger
though he took note that Anakin did not lift his head from Amidala’s
shoulder. Obviously Anakin wasn’t doing so good with the revelation
of Palpatine’s betrayal as he was pretending to be and the fact
that the man was dying without proper repercussion and without anyone
knowing what he had been up to was really pissing the former Jedi
off.

Rubbing his ear and
moving around the couch, Qui-Gon settled down on the couch with
Obi-Wan to pull the other against his side, sliding his arm around
the others shoulders to hold around him.

There was a moment
of resistance and then Obi-Wan melted to his side with a quiet noise.
“…What happens now?” He questioned quietly.

Feeling both
Amidala and Anakin’s eyes on him at the question, Qui-Gon let out a
small hum while rubbing his beard and chin slowly at the question.
“To be honest, Sidious was the driving force behind the CSI
unwillingness to work with the Republic and also the Republic’s
unwillingness to work with the CSI. I imagine there might be progress
now.” He mused since he was honestly just going to leave the entire
CSI in Yan’s hands.

He had what he
wanted.

There was a soft
noise and he glanced over to the Naboo Senator.

She glanced up and
meet their eyes before shrugging. “I’m just reminded about the
various officials decrees that made it so much harder to achieve
peace,” Padme said softly, her hands absently playing with Anakin’s
shirt. “Like any meeting with the Separatists were illegal because
it would ‘legitimize’ them. Its so clear now in retrospect.”
She swallowed heavily. “We never questioned them too hard, never
really…” Padme breathed out heavily. “Sure we talked and
suspected but Stars…”

The three stared at
her, watching this determined, strong woman realizing how much she
had missed out on even when she thought her eyes were wide open and
watching everything suspiciously.

“He knew how to
pull the wool over the eyes of people,” Qui-Gon finally drawled.
“He hid even in the Force and no one knew who he was.” He
shrugged, trying to provide comfort to the lady since he knew how
hard she fought for her people.

“Its okay angel,”
Anakin whispered, stroking her belly gently as he tried to comfort
her. “I didn’t see it either and I was around him a lo-” He
shut up, suddenly tensing with his eyes going wide as Padme gave a
loud, embarrassed squeak.

“…I think my
water just broke.” She whispered.

“Well either you
wet yourself or the water broke because my lap is wet.” Anakin
yelped.

“About time.”
Qui-Gon grunted before standing and moving to help the lady to her
feet. “Lets get you to the medic my lady, time to bring some life
into the universe.” He smiled gently as she clung to his arms,
providing the support as Obi-Wan quickly grabbed the comm to call for
the medics and mid-wife they had on standby.

Anakin just let out
a loud squeaky noise, still frozen in the chair. “Baby.” He
squeaked high pitch to a tone closer to what only canines could hear.

OMG Moddy. The last update of Benefitofsweet is totally the fluff I didn’t know I needed. Could one of the Councillors have caught on to the pregnancy because of pheromones and stuff but is secretly damned pleased and is totally playing along with whatever BS Qui-Gon cooks up just so the couple can be reunited? Maybe because said Councillor is an omega themselves and isn’t buying this non-attachment nonsense because omegas need to be attached wtf are you talking about?!

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Pressing the parcel
into the others hands, Depa gave Qui-Gon a soft smile as she peered
up at him. “I wish you good luck Qui-Gon, with your future.” She
murmured quietly.

To the rest of the
council the man’s decision to leave had been shocking as not many
who reached the rank of master choose to leave.

Padawans yes,
knights there were a few of them of course but masters generally
choose to stay after devoting so much time and effort into reaching
the rank.

That was why there
was busts of them, to honor the lost twenty as they were refereed to.

Now there were
twenty one.

But it had not
shocked Depa for she had caught the smell of Obi-Wan the week he
left, had smelled the change of hormones in the young padawan and if
the redhead hadn’t already announced his intention to leave then
Depa might have needed to inform the council.

After all, a master
and a padawan could be an abuse of power even if she didn’t want to
think so about Jinn.

But the omega had
left and now Qui-Gon was leaving too.

She could guess
where they would both wind up too, after all, Dooku had never made it
a secret that those two were welcome on Serenno.

Which was why she
was gifting the man now before he left for the ship.

Blinking, Qui-Gon
stared at the parcel before carefully opening a small rift and
letting out a startled noise.

Quickly he tucked
it to his chest so no one could see the little onesie she had bought
while giving her an antsy look that didn’t quite fit his normally
serene face. “I… I…” He stammered.

She cut in with a
small smile. “Good luck Qui-Gon. And look after him hmm? We omegas
need comfort, I’ll always campaigned for that.” Depa said softly
before winking and turning, moving to catch up with Mace as he had
promised her a good sparring.

Depa could feel
Qui-Gon watching her still as she left but wasn’t to worried about
that.

Hopefully she did
the right thing by telling no one.

()()()

Opening the wrapped
package fully, Qui-Gon stared at the little powder green onesie on
his lap, rubbing the little footies of it slowly to feel the soft
fabric.

It had tiny white
bunnies in the same fabric too all over and it looked like a good
outfit to put a babe in the first few days its born.

This is for his
coming child, the one that’s inside of his Obi-Wan, his omega and
apprentice.

Swallowing heavily
Qui-Gon settled the little outfit aside and picked up his bag
instead, pulling out Obi-Wan’s tunic that had been left behind and
burying his big nose in it, sniffing the faint traces as it has
deteriorated over the week the other has been gone.

A small whine
escapes him as he’s reminded that it will take him a little over a
week to get to his love and that is enough to make Qui-Gon curl up in
his bunk for the duration of his trip to Serenno and press his face
to the fabric as he misses his mate.

‘I can claim him
now. Soon as I get to Serenno I can kiss and cuddle and claim him if
he lets me and… and it will be us. Us and the little one.’ He
reminded himself with a mental voice that sounded quite a lot like
Yan.

He wondered if
Obi-Wan’s stomach had grown during the absence, wondered if his
hair would be longer or was it just his mind playing up the idea
because of the distance between them.

Lifting his face,
Qui-Gon let out a deep breath. ‘I’m on my way mate. Just wait for
me a little longer.’ He whispered out into the Force as his eyes
flickered yellow as they lifted off from Coruscant, the ship finally
on its way for Serenno.

Finally on its way
to Obi-Wan.

OMG Moddy. The last update of Benefitofsweet is totally the fluff I didn’t know I needed. Could one of the Councillors have caught on to the pregnancy because of pheromones and stuff but is secretly damned pleased and is totally playing along with whatever BS Qui-Gon cooks up just so the couple can be reunited? Maybe because said Councillor is an omega themselves and isn’t buying this non-attachment nonsense because omegas need to be attached wtf are you talking about?!

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Pressing the parcel
into the others hands, Depa gave Qui-Gon a soft smile as she peered
up at him. “I wish you good luck Qui-Gon, with your future.” She
murmured quietly.

To the rest of the
council the man’s decision to leave had been shocking as not many
who reached the rank of master choose to leave.

Padawans yes,
knights there were a few of them of course but masters generally
choose to stay after devoting so much time and effort into reaching
the rank.

That was why there
was busts of them, to honor the lost twenty as they were refereed to.

Now there were
twenty one.

But it had not
shocked Depa for she had caught the smell of Obi-Wan the week he
left, had smelled the change of hormones in the young padawan and if
the redhead hadn’t already announced his intention to leave then
Depa might have needed to inform the council.

After all, a master
and a padawan could be an abuse of power even if she didn’t want to
think so about Jinn.

But the omega had
left and now Qui-Gon was leaving too.

She could guess
where they would both wind up too, after all, Dooku had never made it
a secret that those two were welcome on Serenno.

Which was why she
was gifting the man now before he left for the ship.

Blinking, Qui-Gon
stared at the parcel before carefully opening a small rift and
letting out a startled noise.

Quickly he tucked
it to his chest so no one could see the little onesie she had bought
while giving her an antsy look that didn’t quite fit his normally
serene face. “I… I…” He stammered.

She cut in with a
small smile. “Good luck Qui-Gon. And look after him hmm? We omegas
need comfort, I’ll always campaigned for that.” Depa said softly
before winking and turning, moving to catch up with Mace as he had
promised her a good sparring.

Depa could feel
Qui-Gon watching her still as she left but wasn’t to worried about
that.

Hopefully she did
the right thing by telling no one.

()()()

Opening the wrapped
package fully, Qui-Gon stared at the little powder green onesie on
his lap, rubbing the little footies of it slowly to feel the soft
fabric.

It had tiny white
bunnies in the same fabric too all over and it looked like a good
outfit to put a babe in the first few days its born.

This is for his
coming child, the one that’s inside of his Obi-Wan, his omega and
apprentice.

Swallowing heavily
Qui-Gon settled the little outfit aside and picked up his bag
instead, pulling out Obi-Wan’s tunic that had been left behind and
burying his big nose in it, sniffing the faint traces as it has
deteriorated over the week the other has been gone.

A small whine
escapes him as he’s reminded that it will take him a little over a
week to get to his love and that is enough to make Qui-Gon curl up in
his bunk for the duration of his trip to Serenno and press his face
to the fabric as he misses his mate.

‘I can claim him
now. Soon as I get to Serenno I can kiss and cuddle and claim him if
he lets me and… and it will be us. Us and the little one.’ He
reminded himself with a mental voice that sounded quite a lot like
Yan.

He wondered if
Obi-Wan’s stomach had grown during the absence, wondered if his
hair would be longer or was it just his mind playing up the idea
because of the distance between them.

Lifting his face,
Qui-Gon let out a deep breath. ‘I’m on my way mate. Just wait for
me a little longer.’ He whispered out into the Force as his eyes
flickered yellow as they lifted off from Coruscant, the ship finally
on its way for Serenno.

Finally on its way
to Obi-Wan.

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?

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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?

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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.

Bane’s ghost tries to hurt Obi-Wan when the younger man refuses to release him. The lineage is trying desperately to help their Jedi/Sith brother and child.

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Lips pursed tightly
as he made his way slowly towards the light, Obi-Wan debated with
himself how he was going to do this.

He had very little
love for the Jedi after what they had done towards him, taking his
memories of what was clearly a very loving home where he had been
adored and instead throwing him into isolation and loneliness which
they told him was ‘normal’ and the ‘right’ path.

It made him want to
rip someones head off in vengeance and hey, that was supposedly the
right way to go about it if his Sith family was any indication.

He still hadn’t
figured out how he was going to play it when he finally reached the
drab looking karking coffin of stone in the middle of a
circular room, broken up images carved onto it ages past.

‘Well, the Sith
did know how to mock the Jedi it seems, considering their burial
ritual is cremation.’ Obi-Wan thought dryly to himself as he
stopped in front of the coffin with his arm tight around his chest in
a useless motion to still the ache even as it aided his comfort a
tiny bit.

Even as he stood
there a mist slowly appeared as the Jedi Bane slowly gathered himself
until the human ghost floated in front of Obi-Wan with what was
supposedly a gentle smile, his form sheer with a yellowish shade and
no other color. “I was hoping a Jedi would someday find their way
down here.” He greeted and Obi-Wan absently noticed that the man
could have been called attractive with a roman nose and a strong chin
that stuck out a bit.

However Obi-Wan
noticed Bane’s eyes were faintly narrowed despite the smile and he
snorted at the Jedi. “You already know I’m not one. And I suspect
you know what has happened to me considering the way you’re looking
at me,” He snarked, glaring at the Jedi with his arm wrapped around
his ribs. “I’m amnesiac, not stupid.” Obi-Wan said coldly.

Bane’s smile
disappeared like snow in fire. “Aye, I know what you are. We did
this in my time too. It was war after all.” He sniffed.

‘I bet it was…
weaponize our own against us.’ Obi-Wan thought with anger even as
he recognized the tactics of it and the fact that the Sith would do
the same in a heartbeat if they had the chance.

Outloud however he
only said. “I’m not going to let you out Jedi, you may have
slowed my descent in an attempt to curry favor from a ‘fellow’
Jedi as you tried to present me as but after what the Jedi did to me,
I have no love for your kind.” Obi-Wan sneered at the floating
yellowish ghost.

Bane stared at him
for a long icy moment before the ghost spoke. “Then I guess I’ll
just have to take what I need.”

Obi-Wan barely had
time to scream as the ghost flew at him, sinking into his body.

()()()

Icy shock and fear
overwhelmed Qui-Gon’s bond with his boy and he gave an enraged roar
not unlike the feline he sometimes got compared to, suddenly racing
down the hall towards the elevators that would bring him to the
unused sections of the temple.

He left the Sith
with him behind as he burst into the elevator and slammed his hand
onto the buttons with a snarl, pulsing rage and raw fear into the
Force as Obi-Wan was getting closer but his fright louder at the same
time.

Something had
happened, something that was scaring his little boy and Qui-Gon had
no idea.

Had a part of the
temple fallen on him?

Was he hurting?

‘Force don’t take
my boy away from me now!’

Bane’s ghost tries to hurt Obi-Wan when the younger man refuses to release him. The lineage is trying desperately to help their Jedi/Sith brother and child.

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Lips pursed tightly
as he made his way slowly towards the light, Obi-Wan debated with
himself how he was going to do this.

He had very little
love for the Jedi after what they had done towards him, taking his
memories of what was clearly a very loving home where he had been
adored and instead throwing him into isolation and loneliness which
they told him was ‘normal’ and the ‘right’ path.

It made him want to
rip someones head off in vengeance and hey, that was supposedly the
right way to go about it if his Sith family was any indication.

He still hadn’t
figured out how he was going to play it when he finally reached the
drab looking karking coffin of stone in the middle of a
circular room, broken up images carved onto it ages past.

‘Well, the Sith
did know how to mock the Jedi it seems, considering their burial
ritual is cremation.’ Obi-Wan thought dryly to himself as he
stopped in front of the coffin with his arm tight around his chest in
a useless motion to still the ache even as it aided his comfort a
tiny bit.

Even as he stood
there a mist slowly appeared as the Jedi Bane slowly gathered himself
until the human ghost floated in front of Obi-Wan with what was
supposedly a gentle smile, his form sheer with a yellowish shade and
no other color. “I was hoping a Jedi would someday find their way
down here.” He greeted and Obi-Wan absently noticed that the man
could have been called attractive with a roman nose and a strong chin
that stuck out a bit.

However Obi-Wan
noticed Bane’s eyes were faintly narrowed despite the smile and he
snorted at the Jedi. “You already know I’m not one. And I suspect
you know what has happened to me considering the way you’re looking
at me,” He snarked, glaring at the Jedi with his arm wrapped around
his ribs. “I’m amnesiac, not stupid.” Obi-Wan said coldly.

Bane’s smile
disappeared like snow in fire. “Aye, I know what you are. We did
this in my time too. It was war after all.” He sniffed.

‘I bet it was…
weaponize our own against us.’ Obi-Wan thought with anger even as
he recognized the tactics of it and the fact that the Sith would do
the same in a heartbeat if they had the chance.

Outloud however he
only said. “I’m not going to let you out Jedi, you may have
slowed my descent in an attempt to curry favor from a ‘fellow’
Jedi as you tried to present me as but after what the Jedi did to me,
I have no love for your kind.” Obi-Wan sneered at the floating
yellowish ghost.

Bane stared at him
for a long icy moment before the ghost spoke. “Then I guess I’ll
just have to take what I need.”

Obi-Wan barely had
time to scream as the ghost flew at him, sinking into his body.

()()()

Icy shock and fear
overwhelmed Qui-Gon’s bond with his boy and he gave an enraged roar
not unlike the feline he sometimes got compared to, suddenly racing
down the hall towards the elevators that would bring him to the
unused sections of the temple.

He left the Sith
with him behind as he burst into the elevator and slammed his hand
onto the buttons with a snarl, pulsing rage and raw fear into the
Force as Obi-Wan was getting closer but his fright louder at the same
time.

Something had
happened, something that was scaring his little boy and Qui-Gon had
no idea.

Had a part of the
temple fallen on him?

Was he hurting?

‘Force don’t take
my boy away from me now!’

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?

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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?

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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.

“Where do you fall in this Master?” “What are talking about Anakin?” “I know you were listening in the kitchen to Qui-Gon’s lesson.” “Anakin, I can’t follow half sentences this early in the morning.” “Where do you fall on the scale? You must have some opinion or fall somewhere on the scale.” “I didn’t realize that there was a scale now.” “My love, quit being difficult and answer our son. I must admit being curious.” -Murder Husband (Have fun & use what you want)

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Sipping his tea
slowly while sleepily watching Anakin make breakfast for Padme,
Obi-Wan tried to let the warm leaf water wake him up.

It was really good
tea, slightly sweet with a nice after taste that coated Obi-Wan’s
tongue with an almost buzzy sensation but it was only drunk in the
morning because of its natural sweetness as it had quite a bit of
caffeine in it.

He preferred sapir
or a dark variant when he was more awake.

Letting out a happy
hum as Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to his temple as the other got
himself some tea, Obi-Wan gave the other a drowsy smile of
contentment without a care to Padme and Anakin seeing it.

After all, Obi-Wan
was where he belonged.

Busy being sleepy
and smiling at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan did not notice Anakin glancing at him
curiously until the man finally spoke up. “Where do you fall in
this Master?”

Glancing at Anakin,
Obi-Wan raised a confused eyebrow along with a small smile. “What
are talking about Anakin?” He yawned a bit.

That got him an
unimpressed glare before Anakin rolled his still yellow eyes
expressively to the chuckle of both Padme and Qui-Gon. “I know you
were listening in the kitchen to Qui-Gon’s lesson.”

Raising his own
brow, Obi-Wan peered at him in puzzlement still. “And?” He
questioned “Anakin, I can’t follow half sentences this early in
the morning.”

“Where do you
fall on the scale? You must have some opinion or fall somewhere on
the scale.” The blond pressed as he placed another waffle on a
plate for himself and Padme. “You’ve always had an  opinion when
it comes to the Force and this shouldn’t be any different.”
Anakin frowned at him.

“I didn’t
realize that there was a scale now.” Obi-Wan hummed back, taking a
calming sip of his tea to avoid answering for now.

“My love, quit
being difficult and answer our ‘son’. I must admit being curious.”
Qui-Gon rumbled, pressing a kiss to his temple once more while
sliding an arm around his waist in a comforting motion. Though Obi-Wan was rather sure the other was teasing him in calling Anakin their son… he thought.

Sighing a bit,
Obi-Wan ran his hand over his face as he let his mind drift in search
of the right words as the sizzle of the pan was all they could hear
outside of their own breathing. Finally he opened his mouth while
focusing his eyes on Anakin. “In the scale of light and dark, I am
towards the spectrum of light because that’s where I found my
balance and center. The dark leaves me cold, leaves me humiliated and
therefor it is not for me,” He glanced up at Qui-Gon. “I agree
there must be balance, but there is a difference in darkness I’ve
come to learn by being here. The dark that hurts and the dark that
balances out the light because there must always be balance, chaos
and order, death and life, light and dark.” He finally said.

Humming at that,
Qui-Gon smiled at him before leaning down and stealing a soft, tea
tasting kiss. “And that’s why I love you, the light inside of you
shines and warms others. Your light has always been beautiful Obi
love.” He squeezed his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist and Obi-Wan
glanced away, a bit embarrassed but mostly pleased with the affection
and especially the praise.

Anakin visibly
mused on it a bit before nodding. “I guess I understand, you never
chafed at it, never seemed to feel small by the limitations because
for you there aren’t limitation. The light is what empowers you,”
He settled on before picking up the plate and setting it down for
Padme then he looked to them. “There’s more batter if you two
want, I can cook it up.” Anakin offered with a grin.

Laughing a bit,
Obi-Wan gave a nod. “I would like that Anakin, you make wonderful
fluffy waffles though I think I will quickly whip up some cream and
berries, which I will of course share.” Obi-Wan said when Padme let
out a hopeful noise while staring at him, pausing in her reach for
the syrup.

Anakin and Qui-Gon
laughed as Obi-Wan moved to the fridge to get the necessary blue
cream and berries, setting his cup down to chop and whisk.

Considering the
seriousness of Anakin’s question though, Obi-Wan was grateful with
how… gentle the morning was, how at ease they were.

It was enough to
make his shoulders lower and his breathing slow and relaxing.