Quiobi - Tumblr Posts
Are other people still thinking about the fact that Liam Neeson believes that Qui-Gon calls Obi-Wan "BABY" sometimes?
Just me? Okay, I'll die lonely but happy on this hill then.
For those who haven't seen it yet: 3:23 until 3:31!
Obi-Wan didn't have the slightest chance at all.
Neither did I, but that's a whole different story.
Obi-Wan never had a chance - part II
I'm just weak for this man and I want you to be as well.
Bonus:
Obi-Wan: I'll be the first person to ever die of nosebleeding but I can't stop looking.
Decision
This is my story for the 2024 Jinnobi Challenge that I have been looking forward to so much! I have no clue how this all works, so I just say that there are no warnings needed. Unless Force Ghost Qui-Gon makes you too sad to read a story with him. In that case, you've been warned!
Please enjoy!
“Obi-Wan.”
The twin suns of Tatooine cast a harsh light over the endless dunes, and their scorching rays penetrated even the shadows within the cave in which Obi-Wan Kenobi had made his current home. For seven months he had lived here to watch over Anakin’s son from afar, still carrying the weight of his failures on his weary shoulders. The middle aged man once again sat cross-legged, sunk deep in a meditation as he so often did. Exactly how Qui-Gon had taught him to do. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, yet his mind was a tempest of regrets and unspoken chaos. It made Qui-Gon uneasy to feel that Obi-Wan was so confused and… hurt?
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon repeated gently, his voice filled with warmth but shaken with concern. "It's good to see you again."
Obi-Wan did not open his eyes, nor did he respond. He remained still, his face a mask of stoic determination. Qui-Gon's smile faded fully now and was replaced by a look of worry. He would never have disturbed a meditation that was obviously so urgently needed. Instead, Qui-Gon chose to vanish and leave Obi-Wan alone to find whatever peace melting with the Force could gift him with.
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Various days had passed even though it had not felt like it at all. Being one with the Force connected Qui-Gon with the whole universe but also meant that concepts like time or life and death were lost to him. He only knew how long it had truly been when he noticed Obi-Wan’s beard having grown longer than he normally liked it.
He had intended to wait for a call, a longing thought of him even, but Qui-Gon felt the curious sensation that he simply could not wait any longer. There was an ache that only being with Obi-Wan could cure. He had stopped to convince himself that it was any other feeling but the one he knew bound him to his former padawan. No, he could wait no longer.
Qui-Gon appeared with his ethereal form shimmering in the dim light within the cave, bringing some brightness and colour to it. His former padawan stood only five steps away, near the left wall where he was preparing some tea. Their positions made it impossible that Obi-Wan had not noticed his appearance. It was surprisingly painful not to be noticed once again like it had been for so many years that he had reached out to his beloved in vain. But he blinded himself with defensive ignorance. Obi-Wan had indeed perceived his presence. His beloved chose to ignore him, and this hurt even more.
"Obi-Wan, why do you refuse to speak to me?" he asked, his tone a mix of sorrow and confusion even to his ears.
He reached out with his mind, and even though Obi-Wan's soul was shielded against any intruding touch, his defenses seemed less intense now. There was a shimmer of warmth radiating form it even – and pain.
When the former Jedi turned to look at him, his eyes were filled with a sadness that seemed to steal all warmth away. Qui-Gon felt his form flicker with a trepidation that felt more physical than it had any right to be.
"It's not that I don't want to talk to you, Master Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan answered after what felt like eternity. His voice was low and mournful.
What had hurt the one being in the universe that Qui-Gon would have given his all for? And how was it possible that he had not felt it before?
Obi-Wan lowered his walls for just a moment, yet the sadness almost chocked Qui-Gon. It only occurred to him then: His former padawan had addressed him as ‘Master’ again. Not once during the last seven months had he called him that way.
“You are hurting very much, my former padawan,” he addressed Obi-Wan as he believed his beloved wished for the distance that the formal address provided.
“I am. Do not look any deeper into it, though. There is no physical source.”
Qui-Gon took a step closer. He needed the proximity to this man like he had needed air when he had been a living being. "What is the source of your suffering then? Please, make me understand, so I may help easing your pain."
Obi-Wan looked away, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the cave's entrance. There was an unfamiliar shimmer in his eyes. Qui-Gon had not seen Obi-Wan cry since he had been a fifteen year old boy. The memory made him feel ashamed. He had failed to protect him back then already.
"I spoke with Grandmaster Yoda," Obi-Wan began, when Qui-Gon had already given up hope for an answer. "He told me something that I wasn't prepared to hear.”
“I wish he would not have spoken to you at all then.” It was true and he tried to saturate any syllable with his sincerity.
The green eyes found his own. Obi-Wan but whispered then. ”He told me that you… were in love with me. Since forever."
The silence that followed was thick with emotions. It could have been a wall, so perfectly did it separate them. Qui-Gon bowed his head, breaking their eye contact. "Obi-Wan, I..."
His beloved interrupted, his voice rising with frustration. "I have been in love with you since I was a teenager, Qui-Gon! And you knew that! You knew even before I told you! I was so ashamed and afraid for so long, I thought I’d die during some nights! And all those years I thought it was unrequited longing, a perversion! But now I learn that you felt the same way! You cheated us out of fulfilled love! We had a chance at happiness! And you threw it away! For what? Pride? Vanity? The Code of the Jedi? Why didn’t you tell me? Even if you never wanted to be with me, didn’t I deserve the truth? I always believed truth meant something to you!"
Tears welled up visibly in Obi-Wan's eyes now, and he quickly wiped them away, but not before Qui-Gon saw them. It was punishment. They stabbed his soul. His heart ached more than ever for the man he had trained once and loved in secret ever after. And he had failed him in more than one way obviously, or Obi-Wan would have been able to meditate away all his anger by now.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said softly, "I could not have told you. As your master and superior, it would have been utterly inappropriate. Our relationship was one of guidance and mentorship. To reveal my feelings would have compromised everything. It would have stood in your way to become the Jedi you now are… and I would have hated myself for that."
Now Obi-Wan's tears broke free, streaming down his cheeks as he cried openly. Had his words hurt his beloved even more? Weren’t they a logical explanation? Weren’t they enough to make him understand why he had done what had needed to be done?
Qui-Gon came closer until there was less than half a step between them. What he would have given to wipe those tears away with his own fingers! He reached out but his hand passed through the beloved body without any contact.
"I know it hurts," Qui-Gon whispered, "and I am so very sorry for the pain I have caused you. But know this, Obi-Wan: my love for you was always pure, always selfless. It was my duty to protect you, to train you, and to prepare you for the challenges you would face. That love, that bond, it was always there, even if it was never spoken out loud. And it shall always be there. If nothing else of me remains one day, it will."
Obi-Wan sobbed, his body shaking with the release of his repressed emotions. "I just... I just wish things had been different."
"If they had been, if we’d been Qui-Gon the librarian and Obi-Wan the farmer, there would have been nothing that could have stood between us. If need be, I would have stolen you away and eloped to wherever you would have wanted to be with me."
There was a last show of tears. The lips that Qui-Gon had wanted to kiss so often parted slightly as to speak words that his beloved had not found yet.
“Nothing,” Qui-Gon repeated in earnest. “Nothing could have come between us. You would have been suffocated by all the love I would have forced upon you.”
“There wouldn’t have been any force needed.”
Ah! There was the smallest of smiles on Obi-Wan’s face. Oh, Force! He was still so beautiful! More so than any sunrise he’d ever seen. This soul shone brighter than a star being born in the skies. Qui-Gon had always been graced by it, long before he had managed to force his ethereal being into a form to be seen and heard by the living again. It had been so much easier for him than Obi-Wan who had survived all those years to be forced into loneliness. Qui-Gon was drowning in a sudden wave of shame and guilt for what he had put his beloved through with his dying wish.
“Please, stop! I can feel your guilt like hands strangling me.”
“Forgive me!”
Obi-Wan shook his head, his eyes sincere and honest. “The time with Anakin was a happy one. Or as happy as it could be considering the circumstances. It was so for many years. I really was… content.”
Another smile appeared on Obi-Wan’s lips and the wish to kiss them was as strong as it had ever been.
Could he achieve that? Train his abilities within the Force to be able to touch gently and caress? What would it take?
It didn’t matter, Qui-Gon concluded. He had eternity to achieve his goal.
“Rest assured that I love you with all my being and shall always do so.”
Obi-Wan’s smile became brighter with these words lowly echoing from the naked walls around them. He truly shone like a sun and he had been his beacon of light for so many years now. Qui-Gon’s heart overflew with emotion and he made sure to guide it through their bond. All shields were down. Obi-Wan lay open to him, all vulnerable and pure and all so beautiful. It could have made Qui-Gon weep, too.
“Will you wait for me?”
“Every day of my life, Master.” Obi-Wan laughed. The old address bubbling from his lips now. “Even though I expect you to come to me every single one of them. Or do you have other business of importance to attend to?”
“I have,” Qui-Gon answered and pushed all of his love and longing into Obi-Wan’s heart to reassure him that he was not only his priority but his reason for existence as “Qui-Gon”. “I will come as often as I can, for as long as I am able to. Although, I cannot say how long it will take me to achieve what I need to achieve or if being with you may hinder my concentration.”
The tea was long forgotten, the water quite possibly too cold by now to enjoy drinking it. Obi-Wan had completely forgotten about it anyway. He was shaking his head again, his forehead showing even more wrinkles as the two suns had already carved into it. “You are still a mystery to me, Qui-Gon Jinn.”
“I will tell you as soon as I can. Please, have trust in me, for I do not wish to be the reason for your disappointment if I fail.”
The smile reappeared, yet weak and somewhat of a lie perhaps. “Just promise me to visit me as often as you feel fit. This place… Well, it tends to be lonely when you are not with me.”
He wanted to apologize again. This time for all the years that Obi-Wan had lost, all the happiness he had had to sacrifice for what Qui-Gon had believed for the greater good of all the universe. It should have been him.
He spoke before Obi-Wan could sense his feelings: “I promise. But know that I am always with you, no matter if you can see or hear me. Look into your soul, and there I shall be.”
“Qui-Gon…”
“I’ll visit you again soon,” he promised and felt an inexplicable amount of hope and enthusiasm rise within him. There was no way that the Force would not guide him to achieve his goal to touch. He had spent fifteen years to create the ethereal form that enabled communication with his beloved one. It had been difficult but manageable. As would the ability to touch be. He was ready to spend the same amount of time squared as long as he could give Obi-Wan but one kiss. “Shine for me.”
Obi-Wan tilted his head but gifted him a real smile now, his eyes twinkling with love. “As you wish, my Master.”
“This address is no longer appropriate,” Qui-Gon countered the smile with his own. “I want to be your “dear”, your ‘beloved’.”
“Return to me quickly then, my beloved.”
It was as sweet as honey and as beautiful as the flowers on Naboo, but eternal in its perfection. He would never tire of bringing this smile back on Obi-Wan’s lips. He felt a happiness wash over him that made him feel dizzy as well as almighty. There was no time to linger in this bliss any longer, though. He needed to meditate and sharpen his exertion of the Force.
He could not wait to show Obi-Wan what he had only been able to tell him about on this fateful day. He would take hold of him more passionately than his former self would have ever allowed himself to and he would kiss Obi-Wan deeply for as long and often as his beloved would desire.
Just wait a little while longer, he begged Obi-Wan without words. Hold out just a little bit longer!
I've read this poetry a few times now and I am still not sure if I really get it all. But I wanna know?!
Will I understand it better when I re-read it tomorrow?
I love it but it makes me sad as well!
Limbo (A Not-Poem)
Word Prompts: Weightless, indigo, tether.
Ship: QuiObi
Tags: Angst, Force Ghost Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Maturity Rating: Everyone
Note: This is my entry to the Jinnobi Challenge 2024. I call it a Not-Poem, because it has no structure, pentameter, or rhyme. Hope you enjoy my angst!
In the beginning,
When he came to be,
There was darkness.
He was formless,
Sightless,
Weightless.
The silence was deafening.
Where was here?
It was bleak in the here.
Who was he?
Was.
No, he wasn’t anymore.
The Force enveloped him,
As the womb envelops the embryo,
Protective,
Warm.
Slowly,
Ever so steadily,
It starts to come to him.
At first his name: Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Then the notion of a rumbling laughter,
The idea of fleeting touches,
The perception of a beard scratching bare skin.
He realizes it’s what keeping him tethered,
Preventing him from simply…
Floating away.
Then a name comes to him: Qui-Gon Jinn.
The birth pains start,
He feels as his formless being stretches,
Molecules spreading apart.
And suddenly, indigo light.
He’s in a dark place,
Though not as dark as Limbo.
It is ragged and uneven.
Cold.
The air is damp, heavy with the scent of earth.
He is in a cavern.
A figure stands in the edge of the shadows,
Obi-Wan can feel him,
Hear his song that sings of sorrow but also greenery.
A presence he finds himself longing for.
“Qui-Gon,”
His voice is barely above a whisper,
But it carries across the cave.
The figure rouses from where it lays,
Obi-Wan’s glow illuminating azure eyes.
But in it there is sadness,
A gloom that overtakes the countenance of Qui-Gon Jinn.
“Oh, my master,”
Obi-Wan starts towards his heart,
Cradling the face of his beloved.
His beloved shivers.
“I have failed you,” Qui-Gon’s voice cracks.
Demeanor crumbling, he curls up against Obi-Wan’s ghostly form.
The memory, though old, is still fresh.
In the stillness, it is clear,
A life taken in the heat of battle.
“I’m here,” Obi-Wan murmurs, His touch gentle, “You have not failed.”
“I’m stuck with more than my bones can bear,
Your absence,
A failed apprentice,
Another child to care for.”
Obi-Wan’s light flickers softly,
His time is ending.
He smiles sadly at his master,
Who knows it’s ending.
“I’ll be back,” Though he didn’t know if he would be.
“Fall asleep with me?”
Obi-Wan lays down.
His time is ending.
The floor is cold and uncomfortable,
And he knows he will not wake up with Qui-Gon.
But he will not deny his beloved this comfort.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes,
And the next time he is aware,
He’s in Limbo.
This is my second time posting for the "2024 Jinnobi Challenge".
I tried to make it look like it was created in 1999, and the primitive tool I created it with helped lots.
Anti tags
I wish they would be a thing for fics.
If somebody wants to write about how A ruins B's life, why don't they tag their story "anti A/B" instead of "A/B"?
This is not about me being a special snowflake that needs to be protected. I can read a lot of shit without getting emotionally scarred. But I wonder what happened to the anti tags. Not using them feels like click baiting or even tricking loving shippers into annoyance. I personally refuse to read another fic by an author who did this, no matter if the idea of the new fic looks interesting.
Yes, one hit won't make a difference.
Do I think that I am the only person reacting like this to click bait/hidden ship hate? No.
So why? People want many hits on their stories, don't they?
Also, tagging a fic "A/B" and then writing "A bashing" somewhere down the tags doesn't make it better. The fic still shows up in your search list and it is indeed annoying.
I know my post won't change anything, because people who tag this way will go on tagging this way. But I am really interested in why people don't use anti tags for their fics. If you have any clue, drop me your ideas in my DMs or beneath this post!
Perfect!!!!!
Made by @giotanner
Reunited at last! And the old Master Jedi is finally with his Master, after training with effort to make this reunion a reality.
All his loneliness and suffering is finally over.
The Call
Or Obi-Wan and Padmé made a mistake
Tags: QuiObi, Anidala, Modern AU
Warnings: suicidal thoughts
Obi-Wan: Darling, please don’t end the call! I know I’ve fucked up… I know I’ve destroyed the family we’ve built… I’ve got Padmé into trouble, Anakin will hate me forever, and I hurt you so very much. I know I don’t deserve to live… but please… let me hear your voice. I don’t ask for your forgiveness! Scream at me, call me names… I don’t care! Just let me listen to you one last time! And if only for a moment. Please!
Qui-Gon: Obi-Wan, listen to me carefully! We will talk about this but not through our phones. You will tell me where you are and you will wait for me there until I pick you up. Do you understand what I’m saying? You will wait for me, and then we will talk… And we will get over this together, because nothing in this world will ever make me love you less. So, please, tell me where you are, so I can bring you back home!
AW!
I just read the cutest Quiobi/Anidala doujinshi ever. It's about Anakin and Padmé having Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan babysit the twins. And it is just so cute! The story is cute, the drawing style is cute, the kisses are cute! And the best thing about it?! It is a rather new publication for Quiobi, so there may be other doujinshi by the same artist coming out in future. It is so sweet! And when Leia asked Qui-Gon if he would be her master one day... I grinned so hard!
Discovery
This is another entry for the 2024 Jinnobi Challenge!
It contains the ships "Quiobi" and "Anidala" and it is an AU in which both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan survived the duel of the fates. There are no warnings needed. Enjoy!
Qui-Gon paced the dimly lit room that he had been sharing with Anakin for seven years now and almost a decade with Obi-Wan before him. The soft drumming of the raindrops was the only company he had had in hours now. The chronometer next to his bed ticked over to 0400, but his young and reckless padawan still hadn't returned. Qui-Gon knew exactly where the youngster was, but the lateness of the hour still deepened his concerns.
At last, the hiss of the door announced Anakin's arrival, no matter how hard he tried to be quiet himself. When their eyes met, the young man froze. Had he really believed that his absence would not be discovered? Even though the master-padawan bond between them was so strong it even overshadowed the one he had had with Obi-Wan? The memory cut deep into his Qui-Gon’s heart, so he quickly shielded his emotions. Obviously not quick enough for Anakin to pick up at least some of them, though. His padawan obviously misinterpreted them because he bit his lip in a guilty fashion and averted his eyes. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, begged him to look at him, his expression a mix of sternness and compassion.
"You're late, Anakin."
The youngster's gaze flickered with shame. "I'm sorry, Master. I did not wish to worry you or make you stay up so late. I know how busy you are with all those terribly boring hearings and the connected paperwork that’s even worse. Rest assured that I was not in danger once! I was simply staying over with friends and forgot about the time. That’s all that is to it."
Qui-Gon sighed and felt shame wash over him the same moment. He should have been able to keep physical reactions like this in check. But with Anakin he had always behaved differently as he should have, had always shown too much compassion or acted out of line. It hadn’t helped that the young man had come into his apprenticeship at a time when he had been too old to find happiness in serenity in a natural way, but too young to live without a father figure at all. It had taken its toll on him, no matter how much he had actively fought against it. Sometimes he indeed felt like a father and that was dangerous for himself as well as the young human in his care. Attachments led to passion and passion led so easily to the Dark Side. He had always kept his feelings in check, no matter how deep. Why did he fail Anakin so much?
"We both know that your words aren't true." Qui-Gon shoved his feelings of inadequacy aside and took a step closer, his voice softening. "I know you were with Padmé once again."
Anakin's eyes widened in shock. "I... I can explain..."
"There is no need," Qui-Gon interrupted gently. "I can feel it, my dear padawan. You may shield your feelings perfectly from others, including me, but I see the way you look at her, I see the little smiles that not even you are aware of. The love you feel for her is unmistakable to anybody who knows you." Which, if he thought about it, was him only. He wondered if the young politician had but a clue who Anakin really was and what potential still awaited to be freed. “And I know how much she means to you.”
Anakin's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "We’re not doing anything wrong! I’d give my life for her, and she for me! How can something that is so selfless and sweet be wrong?"
Qui-Gon shook his head slowly. "Don’t you remember? Attachment without boundaries leads to the Dark Side. This path you are treading could be your destruction. Even if it did not, it surely would stop your rise to be the greatest Jedi of us all."
Anakin's temper flared, his eyes were shining with anger, but his chin was trembling like a babe’s about to cry. His feelings of utter betrayal clouded the room. All his shields were gone.
"That's easy for you to say, Master!” he finally spit out. “You’ve never loved anyone! How dare you lecture me on this? You don't have a bloody clue how hard it is to let go or to even to hold back your feelings when all you want to do it scream your happiness out into the world!"
Qui-Gon remained silent, his gaze turned distant. The room seemed to close in around them, the silence thick and heavy between them. Anakin's breathing grew louder in his own ears, and he wondered if Qui-Gon could hear the rapid beating of his heart. Why didn’t he say anything? Wasn’t he supposed to fight back? Where was his flawless logic or profound knowledge of any Jedi unfortunate enough to fall in love since the dawn of the first republic? What was he waiting for? Surly he had something wise to lecture him with?
At last, Qui-Gon spoke with a tone that Anakin had never heard in his voice before. "You are wrong, my dear padawan. I do understand that pain all too well."
Anakin's anger cooled like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. It was replaced by a spark of regret and then overpowering curiosity. "Who did you love, Master?” He felt into the force and was shocked by the amount of mourning that washed over him as Qui-Gon lowered the shields to his soul. “Oh, Master! Never would I have guessed! Did she... did she die?"
Qui-Gon looked at Anakin, his sadness deepening for just one moment longer, before he built his walls around his emotions again. "No, he did not die. We cannot be together, that is all there is to it. We were both Jedi. There is no way to consume this love, no matter how deep it is.”
He.
Anakin didn’t care. He was surprised how little he cared about that fact. This person before him was the closest he had ever had to a father and he alone had the power to dim even his most violent rage. He’d crushed any man or woman who meant harm to him. Qui-Gon was wrong when he spoke about attachments being the way to the Dark Side, because he could not ever have an attachment more profound than the one he had been sharing with Qui-Gon Jinn since the moment they had bonded as master and padawan so many years ago.
“Another Jedi,” Anakin whispered and suddenly it all clicked into place. He wondered how he could have been so blind. The anger of betrayal when a young padawan had accused his master of throwing him away for another, quickly exchanged smiles in situations bare any entertainment, and looks that lingered far too long… “It’s Master Obi-Wan!”
Now a sad smile was shown for him or maybe it was meant for Obi-Wan, even though the serious Jedi master was not here to witness it.
“It is he. I have loved him for almost as long as you are alive and I still do. More so with every day. But I can never tell him. I could not… must not let my feelings interfere with his destiny back then and I must not do so now. Like you, he is meant to be one of the greatest Jedi, and I will not hinder him or stand in his way. "
Anakin stared in stunned silence, his mind racing. It all made so much sense! Actions that had seemed out of place, lines that had not made much sense, silence that had felt suffocating… "Master Obi-Wan… he loves you, too. But the rules of the code, they keep him from demanding what’s his to have. This is the reason for all his sardonic smiles and his irony.” He could not believe this. Qui-Gon was the kindest man he knew. He loved him like a father, had even been jealous when other padawans had been allowed to be taught by him. Suddenly he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever known this man. “And you allow this? Even though it keeps you both from being happy? Even though it literally causes Mater Obi-Wan pain?"
Qui-Gon nodded with a hurt expression of his own. "It is the burden we bear as Jedi. It is a noble sacrifice for the greater good. You, too, Anakin, are bound by your destiny. You are the Chosen One. Your potential is infinite… limitless. But attachments will hold you back."
Tears welled in Anakin's eyes, his voice trembling. "No! These are only words! How do you know the future? This is wrong! You at least should tell Master Obi-Wan that you love him so much! Even if you don't want to be with him, he deserves to know! Doesn’t he have the right to make a decision of his own?"
Qui-Gon placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder, his grip firm, yet loving. It was infuriating. "I cannot do that, dear Padawan of mine. One day, Obi-Wan would hate me for interfering with his greatness. He would despise the very love he is craving now. Some things are best left unsaid, undone. And now, go to bed."
Anakin was stubborn, had always been. He bit his tongue to not blurt out some accusations that surly he would regret in the morning. Instead, he nodded slowly and made his way to his room, his mind turning into a tumult of emotions. As he lay on his bunk, staring at the ceiling, he pondered Qui-Gon's words. There was some wiseness in them for sure, but he could not grasp it. Love was good! It had given him the strength to protect Padmé when they were in danger. For her love he knew he could achieve anything, like he had achieved so much just for the sake of Qui-Gon being proud of him and by doing so proving to the council that his master had been right to choose him. Both were forms of love. Both had made him the man he was now. Wasn’t he the most powerful Jedi already? He couldn’t say for sure but he could feel power radiating within him that the teachings of the order had not yet touched. Maybe they didn’t even know about it. They couldn’t possibly know everything.
Anakin bit his lip and frowned. No, they did NOT know everything. If they did, they would know that his master was not stronger in his solitude but instead was ignoring a potential that he would unfold only in Obi-Wan’s presence, like he had for Padmé two years ago when he singlehandedly had taken out nineteen kill-droids.
He couldn't give up Padmé and he wouldn’t give up Padmé. She would not give up on him either. She never learnt how to shield her emotions and her love for him filled any room she entered like the sun rising in the sky. He could not even imagine not bathing in that unconditional love, not revelling in its warmth or getting drunk on the power her existence alone gave him.
Obi-Wan had been mean to him when he had been a child desperate for acceptance and a family. But now he understood and wondered how he had managed to embrace Anakin after all, even more so, started to care for him.
The thing was… He cared for Obi-Wan as well. Calming sleep eluded him as he wrestled with the decision he ultimately would have to make. Should he tell Obi-Wan about Qui-Gon's lingering feelings? Would it change anything anymore? The weight of the order's expectations pressed down on them all, but where did Obi-Wan’s ultimate loyalty lie? With the Jedi Order or his found family? He would see if… when he told Master Obi-Wan the truth he just uncovered. With this topic settled, only one thought remained clear and burnt itself into his very soul.
He couldn't let go Padmé. Not now, not ever.
THAT'S NOT A "NO", GOOGLE!
And how many people do ask this that it shows up by itself when you are looking for a quote?
Reylo fans and lovers,
Please tell me which Reylo turned published novel you love the most! I know there are about 35 out there but which one is the best?
Quiobi fans and lovers,
Do we have one of these???
This AU is all I will think about today. Is this a dead-dove-don't-eat scenario? Do I tag it like this? The part with Obi-Wan actually being the one who started the morally bankrupt stuff is intriguing. I imagine that he walked out of that fresher naked on purpose again and again, always hoping that this time Qui-Gon would notice that he is a man already. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, thinks that he is making all the decisions when indeed it is Obi-Wan pulling the strings. Long haired Obi-Wan? Yes, yes! He gotta be!
The poll ended with 23.1% votes for Sith!Qui-Gon/Sith!Obi-Wan, btw. Most people voted for Sith!Qui-Gon/Jedi!Obi-Wan.