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anonymous asked:

Something with Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon and timetravel?

Anon, I am assuming you meant Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, but if you meant them as a pairing, you should know that, among other things, I have a student/teacher pairing squick.  So this will be gen.  I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted, but that is what I can write.  If you’re really set on the pairing and time travel, there is an apparently excellent Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon time travel story called Re-Entry, by the wonderful @deadcatwithaflamethrower.  I haven’t read the story, for obvious reasons, but most people seem to love it.  (It’s long, though.  Something like 1.5 million words across the story and its sequel, I think I heard.)


Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn looked around him, eyes narrowed as he studied the armor of the men around him.  It looked like some form of Mandalorian armor, all of it white decorated in either blue or yellow.

They felt just as wary as he did.  To be fair, Qui-Gon had simplely appeared out of thin air.

Qui-Gon had been on a small planet on the Outer Rim, negotiating a cease-fire between factions on that planet. 

And now… he was in the middle of a battle field.

“Take him to the general,” one of the soldiers ordered as Qui-Gon took a deep breath to speak.  “If this is a Separatist trick, the general will know.  If it’s just Jedi crazy, he’ll be able to figure it out.

Qui-Gon kept the smile from his face.  It seemed like the man in charge was familiar with Jedi. The commander turned to him.  “Weapons?” he asked.

“Just my lightsaber,” Qui-Gon said, since there was no point in hiding that he had one.  The knife in his boot and the garrote disguised as a hair tie, however, could be hidden.

The commander nodded. 

“Captain Rex, General Skywalker and Commander Tano are out on patrol,” one of the ones in blue said.

“I know,” Rex replied.  He had blue on his uniform as well.  “General Kenobi is in camp, right, Cody?”

One of the ones with yellow on his uniform looked up. “If he isn’t, I’m going to ask to borrow Kix to sit on him,” he growled.  “He’s got two broken ribs.”

The men snickered.  Apparently, this wasn’t unusual.  Qui-Gon went with the men peacefully.  He was curious as to what kind of General might try to leave camp with two broken ribs.  And, apparently, do it regularly enough that it was almost a joke to his men.


As he approached the camp, he could only come to one conclusion- their general was unmistakably a Force User.  Powerful, with an undeniably Light presence. Qui-Gon took a faintly relieved, very subtle breath.  There were, of course, many Force traditions in the galaxy, but most of the Light ones were on at least decent terms with each other.

Qui-Gon was led into a tent where a human man was studying a situation table.  His back was to them, but Qui-Gon was sure the man knew they were there.

Qui-Gon took the moment to study him.  He was of average human height, with reddish hair. From the back, he appeared to be dressed in Jedi robes topped by armor that mirrored but didn’t exactly match his men’s.

He was also tensing up as he turned around. 

Qui-Gon tilted his head as he studied the man. He wasn’t someone Qui-Gon recognized, but he was of an age with Qui-Gon- perhaps a few years younger.

The Jedi was studying him just as closely.  “I know who you appear to be,” he finally said.  “But I don’t know who you actually are.”

Qui-Gon frowned.  “I am Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn, and I don’t recognize you at all,” he admitted.

The man nodded slowly.  “If you really are… then you wouldn’t, not as you are.”  His gaze sharpened.  “But I doubt you are.  This would be just the sort of trick the Count would play.  And he would use you.”

Qui-Gon floundered for a moment.  He didn’t know any Count, not well enough that they’d try to trick a Jedi Qui-Gon didn’t recognize.

General Kenobi- who still hadn’t introduced himself- held out his hand.  “Your weapons,” he said.  “I can’t trust that you’re not some trick of Dooku’s.”

Qui-Gon froze.  “Why would Master Dooku… I haven’t even spoken to him in over a year!”

General Kenobi narrowed his eyes.  “You actually believe that,” he said.  “Nevertheless, your weapons.”

Reluctantly, Qui-Gon handed his lightsaber over.  This man was a Jedi, and Qui-Gon had just appeared in the center of his army.  And that was another thing Qui-Gon needed to know.  Since when were Jedi military?

The general eyed the lightsaber for a moment, then studied him.  “Your boot knife, and the garrote, as well.”

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows.  Very few people knew he kept holdouts like that- and to know those specific ones?

“Who are you?” he asked as he drew the knife.

The man’s lips twitched.  “Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said evenly.  “And you, Knight Jinn, if that is who you truly are, are well out of your time.”


Anon, I hope you liked it!

Alright folks!  That’s the last of the current round of prompts.  Normally, I would open prompts up again in a week or so. Unfortunately, I’m about a week out from a mission set and class schedule that will leave me with- if I’m lucky- about a week and a half of non-crazy work hours between now and mid-July (and yes, that includes this upcoming week).  So, prompts will be opened sometime after I recover from the entire thing.  Hopefully, sometime before August, but no promises.


SpeakEasy Series

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: ….fluff? With Smut? (More like suggestive content?)
Word Count: 2.1k

Here’s Part A of your birthday present 😉

Originally posted by ohitsjustcorina

His hand slid up the side of my leg, slowly, but surely. He sat in a squat on the floor, gingerly moving his hand to the beat of the song. His movements were timid, as he glanced up every time he moved it closer to my hips. I stared down at him with my chest heaving to the sound of the bass. His hand made its way to my hip and I grasped his hand in mine, halting his movements.

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