CatObi in the créche mistaken for a normal kitten?
Hearing a little noise, Qui-Gon looked
around the Gardens with a small frown of confusion. The closest Jedi
was a Nautolan who was busy swimming but that was not the noise he
It had almost sounded like a purr of
But that would mean…
Well he was a man of the living Force
and he slowly reached out slowly. Nothing but flowers and plants to
the right, nothing in front of him, nothing behind him and no-wait,
there, something small and alive and certainly not a plant.
Much to complex for that.
Shifting out of his meditation pose,
Qui-Gon took a glance around before crawling over to the bush where
he felt something, pulling the bush branches apart to take a peek.
“…A kitten?” He blinked in
surprise, peering at the fluffy tabby resting curled up under the
Reluctantly Qui-Gon felt his lips
twitch as he reached in and picked up the kitten wearing what looked
like an Initiate’s style tunic. Had a padawan or initiate found the
feline while out of the temple and decided to bring home a ‘pet’?
The feline remained asleep despite
being picked up, only mewling tiredly as Qui-Gon settled the little
one on his lap instead.
“Well aren’t you just a fluffy
one…?” Qui-Gon gently touched the bushy tail and then ran his
fingers over the little head, lips twitching faintly at the soft
purring that escaped the sleeping cat. “And very trusting to allow
just anyone to pick you up huh…” He continued gently petting the
feline, amused by how well sewn the little outfit was. ‘At least
they didn’t stuff boots on him.’ He thought in amusement.
“Master Jinn, thank the Force you
found him.” He looked up in surprise, watching the young knight
pant as he tried to regain his breath.
“Obi-Wan. Initiate Kenobi that is.”
He panted out before straightening. “Master Tyvokka took a bunch of
the Initiates to meditate in the garden but when he was to return
them the rascal was missing.” He smiled meekly.
Qui-Gon blinked down at the feline on
his lap then up at the knight. “You mean to tell me that this is an
Initiate? I thought it was a cat.”
“Technically speaking he is but don’t
let any Servalo’s hear you.” The knight laughed nervously.
“…I didn’t think Servalo’s
allowed Jedi to take any of their kits.” Qui-Gon stared down at his
“Usually no. They allowed Initiate
Kenobi to be taken to the temple though, no explanation why.” The
knight came over and carefully gathered the tabby out of the master’s
lap and Qui-Gon felt a pang in his chest that that.
He almost wanted to snatch the little
kitten back but held himself back.
“Oh no, he’s dropped his boots off
somewhere.” The knight made a low noise of despair. “That’s the
fourth pair this year…” He looked around, the fluffy tabby tucked
protectively to his chest.
“I can look for them if you wish? I’m
staying here for a while and he seems to be in need of a nap.” The
Jedi master finally offered.
“Would you? Thank you. And yes, he’s
still a small kitten, he needs more sleep then most since he’s a
small feline.” The knight was scratching the boys ears gently,
smiling down at the purring bundle in his arms before bowing lightly.
“Thank you Master Jinn.”
Qui-Gon watched them leave.
‘…I think I’ll be seeing you
again Initiate Kenobi.’
In worthit: where in the war are we? Is Padme pregnant yet? Is she going to get pregnant?
“Master, what happens if I get injured to hard to become a
Jedi?” Obi-Wan gave the older man an attentive look, lips pressed
The man, who smelled faintly of pipe smoke he swore he didn’t
smoke, quirked a curious little smile that he threw to the boy. “And
what brought that up Obi-Wan? I have to say, you’re barely fifteen
and that is a strange request.”
“I meet Master Jinta.”
The two Jedi stared at each other and then Qui-Gon sighed in
understanding. “I see… and what do you feel about that?”
“Its his body. He gave live and limb for his missions and I can
understand wanting to continue that even if that meant cybernetics.”
Musing a bit on that, Qui-Gon placed his cup aside. “You also
met master Fillament.”
That got a quick nod out of Obi-Wan. “She’s proficient if
still learning healer. Her option is just as valid. And I like the
decoration on her hoverchair.”
“Then there’s your answer Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon smiled at the
At the frown the boy sported, Qui-Gon chuckled but continued. “You and the Force
decide what’s right for you Obi-Wan. Never let anyone else decide
what’s right for you even if that means cybernetics or if it means
a wheelchair to continue forward, those things, the things that
affect your body is all your choice.”
Stumbling on nothing, Obi-Wan desperately grasped onto Anakin even
as he felt his troopers reach for him, the Jedi master panting
heavily as he clung to the tall blond who muttered assurances back
down at him and held him up.
“Easy Obi-Wan, easy master. You need to… take time.”
Anakin’s hands fluttered around his sides and upper arms.
“We don’t have time Anakin.” Obi-Wan panted, pushing himself
Strong hands squeezed his shoulders as Anakin stared at his
friend. “You can’t push this Obi-Wan. You lost both legs, there’s
no other words for it. You can’t expect them to work like your old
ones right of-”
Warm hands covered both of Anakin’s, green eyes staring up at
him willfully. “Anakin, we are at war, we don’t have time and I
will walk out of this Medcenter on my own two feet. And then I’m
going to kick council ass over them waffling around while I’m out
of the temple because honestly!” The man growled then pushed
himself up right and continued his slow staggering steps.
Cody sidled up to Anakin’s side, both watching Obi-Wan’s back
as the Jedi master continued pushing himself. “…He’s still
upset then.” The commander murmured.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Anakin nodded. “He really
didn’t take the news of the chips in your heads well. At least
Fives went to him instead of running around doing Force knows what so
some bright side…” He sighed before perking up when he saw Padme.
Padme gave him a little smile and then moved to Obi-Wan’s side,
smiling more at him before offering her his arm.
Holding his breath, Anakin watched his old master hesitate before
he slowly accepted the help and both Cody and Anakin breathed out in
“Thought he might snap at her too.” Longshot offered quietly
to Gearshift and then the trooper held up both his hands when his
Commander and the blond Jedi leveled him a strong look. “Sorry sirs
but that’s the truth. He’s pushing himself so hard and snapping
at people only to turn around and apologize.”
Cody glared before sighing and looking up at Anakin. “I hate to
agree sir but…”
“No, no, Gearshift is right.” Anakin sighed and rubbed his
face, feeling the cool leather and unyielding metal beneath it. “He’s
frustrated so he’s snappish. He’s upset with the council. And
he’s hurt none of them except Plo has managed to visit him even if
he wont admit it. And he’s too kind to let the hurts he imagined
his snapping does linger.” Anakin sighed. “He’s…trying to
cope. And he can only do so much meditation in a medcenter, its loud
here when he’s trying to get use to two inorganic legs at once and
find his balance.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Loud in the
Force of death and birth and change.” He shrugged.
They returned to watching Obi-Wan slowly making his rounds on his
new shiny legs, the redhead looking flushed and strained with sweat
rolling down his temple as he clung to Padme’s arm for support.
“…Well he has us at least sir even if he won’t accept the
medcenter medics help… and Helix can scold him once he comes out.”
“There is that.” Anakin quietly agreed with a small smile.
Hiii so I finally got around to reading Tano and Kenobi (I've had my eye on it Forever and all it took was finally quitting my hell job to get time!!!) I binge read the whole thing and I absolutely love it. Can't wait for the next "season"!!! Padawan Obi is such a sweetheart I love him sm omg
Yay! I’m glad to see you enjoyed it! And YAAAY! For quiting hell jobs and finding free time again! (I would post the confetti emoji but as I am Old, I don’t know how but please imagine a whole bunch of confetti.)
I adore Padawan Obi-Wan too! He’s so much fun to work with and he’s getting older now. I don’t know how it happened but he’s slowly growing into older, dryer and somehow even sassier Obi-Wan. Soon he’s going to start growing a beard and Ahsoka and I will have to go to a retirement home! WE’RE SO OLD! XD
I can only hope that Tiny Baby Anakin can fill in the gaps for our daily cuteness quotient!
Thanks for reading and leaving such a wonderful note in my inbox! ^_^
Genji held his master closer, slack and heavy in his arms. “No, no, no… you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you!” They had been so close, the payload was almost to the checkpoint. They were so close to help… so close to going home.
Zenyatta was fading, the soft whir of his core slowing. The orbs of harmony lying useless and dim on the ground around them. “No master you can’t die!”
Zen’s head snapped up “I’m not dying you idiot! -er, my student- dragon warrior–”
“MASTER WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“I’m just booting down for a while, tired of carrying this team by myself.” Slipping his hand into the pocket of his pants, his master pulled out a pair of…sunglasses? Putting them on, Zenyatta laid back shooing him away. “Get on the fucking payload Genji.”
Ahsoka Tano stood before the Jedi Order and pleaded her case. In spite of suspicion and doubt cast on her by none other that Masters Ki-Adi-Mundi and Sifo Dyas, Grand Master Yoda managed to convince the Council to accept Ahsoka back into the fold. Finally, Ahsoka Tano has become a Jedi Knight and now it’s time for the real work to get started…
The Jedi Council broke up for lunch after meeting with Ahsoka as some gave her suspicious looks but a few came over to personally welcome her.
“I am always happy to see a fellow Togruta join our Order,” Shaak Ti smiled, reaching out to touch Ahsoka’s shoulder.
Ahsoka nodded her thanks in return. “It’s good to be back, Master Ti,” she said, surprised at such a warm welcome. “I was gone for far too long.”
“Grief can cloud our judgement,” Shaak Ti agreed, squeezing her shoulder before she took her leave.
Yoda hummed thoughtfully as he stood at Ahsoka’s side. “Wise and kind, Master Ti is. Know her, do you?”
Ahsoka’s expression was wry and amused as she glanced down at Yoda. “Yes. I looked up to her when I was a padawan.”
Chuckling to himself, Yoda gestured for Ahsoka to follow him out of the Council Room. “Come, come! Test your navigation skills, I will. Find the great hall and lunch, we shall.”
“Knight Tano!” a voice filtered through a rebreather called out, and Ahsoka froze, her heart clenched tight in her chest.
Turning around, Ahsoka tried to control her emotions, to tamp down on her overwhelming joy at seeing one of her favorite Jedi alive again. It had been difficult to hold back the tears before the meeting but now that he was walking towards her, now that she was older and taller than the last time she saw him, all the years apart hit her at once and it took all her control to stay standing.
“Master Plo Koon,” Ahsoka said, bowing and hoping she didn’t sound as emotional as she felt. “My master spoke very highly of you.”
“How unfortunate I was never able to meet this… Master Skywalker,” Plo Koon said, running his finger under his chin. “Forgive me for asking a personal question but, have we met before? I sensed a connection that has surprised me.”
Ahsoka swallowed and shook her head. “No. I don’t believe we have.”
Well, not yet anyway, Master Plo.
“How strange,” the Kel Dor Jedi murmured, glancing down at Master Yoda, whose ears perked cheerfully. “The Force was quite insistent. I suppose I must meditate on this further.”
“A good idea, that is, Master Plo,” Yoda commented, clicking his staff on the floor for emphasis. “Your guidance, I sense Knight Tano will need.”
“Of course,” Master Plo nodded to the Grand Master. “If I can be of help in anyway, please do not hesitate to ask, Knight Tano.”
“Th-thank you, Master Plo,” Ahsoka managed to get out without bursting into tears or throwing her arms around the Jedi Master. She watched him depart and then turned back to Yoda. “To the dining hall?”
Cassandra was surprisingly on-board for the mabari. The Inquisitor never imagined her being much of a dog person, but she congratulates the Inquisitor for having a mabari puppy imprint on them. When the dog gets big enough, she spars with the dog and has recruits practice fighting with it. The seeker sometimes reads to the dog when no one is in earshot, and the mabari happily lies beside her when she does, listening calmly. Cassandra can’t help but smile whenever the dog visits her, asking for so much as a pat on the head.
Blackwall was one of the most excited to see the mabari, grinning widely whenever he sees the dog. He spoils the dog, and build a nice doghouse for them. He takes no offense when the dog would rather sleep anywhere but inside the dog house, chuckling whenever he sees the dog lying on their back, legs up, lips flopping back. He slips the dog numerous treats, and when the truth of his identity comes out, there is no anger or dismay from the mabari. The dog just sees him looking down, and puts his head in Blackwall’s lap with a sympathetic wag of the tail, an invitation for pets. Rainier sighs and smiles, stroking the dog’s head– he still has at least one true friend.
Iron Bull spoils the shit out of the dog, babying the hound. It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Bull slipping the mabari scraps from his plate or rough-housing with him in the training yard. Sometimes when he sits in the tavern, the dog will climb into his lap. Bull’s lap barely large enough to hold him, but neither the warrior nor the dog minds. Bull just laughs and coos at the dog. “This is a good boy! This is a tamassran’s angel!” he croons lovingly. The dog thanks him with a slobbery kiss. Whenever the dog sits in his lap, it looks something like this:
Sera was excited; all Fereldens love dogs, and Sera is no exception. She likes to feed the dog things it probably shouldn’t eat, and will happily talk to the dog, sometimes using the dog as a co-conspirator for pranks. One evening after she and the dog manage to put buckets over several doors, the dog helping by carrying a bucket, Josephine visits and demands to know who did it. She points to the dog, and the dog lifts a paw, pointing to her. They both get in trouble, of course; they’re partners in crime, and Sera wouldn’t have it any other way.
Varric was distinctly reminded of Hawke’s dog, and manages to get the mabari to learn how to play Diamondback with him. Sometimes when they play a game, he calmly discusses things with the dog. “Now, do you think I should send the Merchant’s Guild a letter back, or use it to make a paper-mache boat?” The dog looks between Varric and the letter from the Guild, picks it off the table, and begins tearing it up with gusto and glee. Varric laughs, grinning. “That’s a great idea! Why didn’t I think of that sooner?” He doesn’t even mind the scraps of paper the dog leaves behind from his plaything.
Cole loves the dog; “He only wants to love and be loved.” he remarks. The dog checks on him now and then in his corner of the attic of the tavern, just to make sure he’s still there. “Panting, smiling, Master said I was a good boy, Master said they love me! He is happy, now.” he croons after the Inquisitor praises the mabari. The dog licks Cole’s face, and Cole laughs brightly. “He kissed me! I love you, too.” he praises, and the dog wags his tail in response. Sometimes, when the Veil or the world is too hard, too heavy, too sad, and Cole begins to panic, the mabari will find him and stay by him, licking him and cuddling with him until he begins to calm down. “He’s scared, why is he scared? Whimpering, wondering, he doesn’t need to be scared, not while I’m here. Thank you…”
Dorian is amused by the dog at best, but doesn’t have any strong feelings about the mabari at first. On occasion, when Dorian is in the library, the dog wanders up the stairs and lays by his chair, apparently having found a good spot for a nap. Dorian briefly considered shooing the dog away, but the mabari behaves and keeps quiet, so the mage shrugged and allowed him to keep him company. The altus feels quietly honored, pride bubbling in his chest, to be so chosen as a friend. Slowly, the dog grows on him, and he reaches down to pet it now and then, much to the mabari’s delight. The dog memorizes Dorian’s behavior, and one day when Dorian gets up earlier than normal from his chair, the mabari whines and hits him with a paw– he’s not allowed to go anywhere so early, he’s supposed to sit with him for a predetermined length of time. Dorian can’t help but laugh, and he sits back down, stroking the dog’s head.
Solas admires the dog for their intelligence, but doesn’t comment on the pup. The dog is wary of him at first, and Solas doesn’t approach him, nor does he try to touch him. Eventually the dog investigates him, sniffing at his hands and at his desk, licking his fingers cautiously. Solas doesn’t look up from whatever he’s doing, but does scratch the back of the hound’s ears nonchalantly, trying to act like he isn’t thrilled the dog finally is interested in saying hello to him. On occasion, when no one is listening, Solas will discuss his thoughts with the dog, who seems to listen respectfully.
Vivienne doesn’t care much for the dog at first; her only remark is that she hopes the Inquisitor bathes the hound enough, lest Skyhold start smelling like Ferelden. The dog leaves her be, and there is little interaction between them. At least, until Vivienne is visiting Val Royeaux with the Inquisitor, who stops in a pet shop to look at new collars. The Inquisitor is almost about to pick out a relatively plain one when Vivienne shakes her head. “Darling, if you intend to put anything on your dog, it must be classier than that strap of leather. Here, look at this one; it’s far more suited for a pet of your station…” Later on, Vivienne puts on a shiny, embroidered collar she had managed to rope the Inquisitor into buying, and the dog pants happily. Later on, when Vivienne is mourning the loss of Bastien, the dog finds her and silently lies down by her feet, and she does not object.
Josephine doesn’t have much experience with dogs, but she starts having the Inquisitor greet Ferelden dignitaries with their dog at their side. Every time, the Fereldens’ eyes light up and talk with the Inquisitor at length about their prized mabari hound, calling him “The Herald’s Mabari.” A few of them even teared up, and Josephine grew on the dog, considering the mabari to be an excellent ambassador. Every time the dog behaves patiently while their master is talking to some nobles, Josephine rewards the dog with mabari crunch. The dog starts showing up whenever any dignitaries come from anywhere, and while Josephine frets initially, most non-Ferelden nobles either didn’t care or were amused by the dog. After they go, the dog looks to her, expecting their treat, and Josephine sighs and gives them the treat. The dog sometimes cuddles against her, snuggling, and the ambassador giggles and strokes the mabari’s head.
Cullen is, by far, the most thrilled a mabari hound imprinted on the Inquisitor. He visits the Inquisitor shortly after the dog arrives, with an armful of dog toys, treats, and other goodies. He spars and plays with the dog whenever he has free time, allowing the dog to lick his face; he’s not even slightly disgusted in the least by the slobber. He frequently makes use of the dog in helping train his soldiers, and the mabari loves it just as much when a poor recruit gets knocked down. “There’s a shield in your hand, block with it!” Cullen snapped. “If this mabari were your enemy, you’d be dead!” When Cullen eventually gets a mabari of his own, he actually schedules playdates for his dog and the Inquisitor’s dog. When Cullen suffers from lyrium withdrawal, the dog visits him immediately, and tries to climb onto his lap. It doesn’t make the pain go away, but it does make the Commander smile; he could endure.
Leliana is fondly reminded of the Hero of Ferelden’s mabari, and dotes accordingly. Sometimes agents are caught off-guard to see the spymaster, perhaps the most frightening woman in all of Skyhold, cuddling and kissing the head of the dog, smiling brightly. Sometimes, if the dog seems bored, she has him run messages for her, which he does with remarkable speed; she always rewards him with mabari crunch for a job well-done. When he wants a treat, he sometimes comes to her and whines for work. “Hmm. I think I have a message you can run…” she’ll say playfully, and hand the message in a container to the dog, who runs off to work. Josephine sometimes teases Leliana about how much she spoils the dog, to which Leliana only has to say: “He is a noble creature, deserving of all the spoils he earns.”
Summary: When Arthur was stood up yet again, he was ready to chew out his boyfriend. However, he was not expecting to see a villain in his apartment. He also wasn’t expecting to get kidnapped. Arthur realizes quickly he has some choice words the next time he sees his boyfriend.
I really like the idea of potions master Draco who’s really bad at cooking. They’re such similar skills, but have entirely separate needs and requirements.
Potions are easy for Draco–he’s really good at the pedantry of knowing that a potion needs to be stirred precisely 12 times clockwise just before it simmers, or to add exactly 3 beetle eyes before nine dried doxy wings.
Cooking he will never understand, because it’s imprecise. He gets flustered because the instructions aren’t always clear–what direction is he meant to stir in? For how long?–or he focuses too much on what the recipe asks for in absolute accuracy.
If a recipe calls for 55g of butter, he measures to the microgram. He gets agitated when they ask for a “pinch of salt”, because how do you measure a pinch? If a recipe specifies potatoes should be cut into 1cm cubes, he makes sure each cube is 1cm and not a bit more.
He has difficulty knowing exactly when to add ingredients because cooking is an intuitive skill, and doesn’t rely on instructions like, “stir with a copper spoon for maximum potency”.
Some of what he makes is edible. He’s not a total loss in the kitchen, but he watches jealously as Harry bustles around their kitchen, carelessly stirring a pot as he grabs things from the pantry. He huffs when Harry barely glances at the recipe, and then completely ignore it by using ingredients it doesn’t call for, or different quantities.
What really gets him, though, is that Harry has uncanny culinary skills. Whatever he makes is delicious, and Draco can’t figure out why.
He moans about it at Harry every now and then, who always smiles secretively (when he bothers to pay attention to Draco haranguing him). The only thing Harry will say about it, though, is that he’ll keep the secret to himself so Draco will have a reason to keep him around.
Makarov loved a good party; there was usually lots of merriment, singing and dancing and good food with the best wine available. He loved watching his Weyr having a good time, despite the hard times they would experience sometimes. Especially now, with the Rogue riders plaguing the villages and haunting those whom escaped them. He could see it in his own people, the quick looks of pity to the survivors and flashes of fear that the rumors brought. He desperately wanted to wipe that fear away, and see them smile in peace. But to say that it was a problem he could solve easily was foolish, almost imbecilic.