Loth-kitten
Никогда не любил Квинлана. Но после той серии фанфиков на 900к слов я искренне передумал.
читать дальшеThe third thing, which was much less important, was that they left Quinlan Vos in a state of frantic panic.
"Two days!" he howled, chasing after Obi-Wan as he went to his room, bare chest and back covered in dirt and scrapes and sweat. "Two days I was left waiting here!"
"I didn't think we were gone that long."
"Lost in the Force, you were, Obi-Wan."
"You think?!" Quinlan reeled on the Master. "Master Yoda, I understand the need for...whatever it is you did. But two days!"
"Important, the task was."
"Honestly, Quinlan, you're starting to sound like me."
Quinlan howled in frustration and stomped down the hall, punching the console and entering his room, the door sliding swiftly closed behind him. Yoda chuckled. "Worried, your friend is."
"I know. I'll fix it."
Yoda smiled. "Return to Coruscant, I must, to share with the Jedi what I have learned."
Obi-Wan nodded, bowing deeply. "Thank you for all your help, Master. I feel much better."
"Strong, you are, and more grounded, you have become. Forget not what you have learned. Remember, Obi-Wan. A part of all living, is the Dark Side. Learnt to control it, master it, reject it, you must."
"Of course." He bowed. "May the Force be with you, Master."
"And with you, Obi-Wan." Yoda nodded his head and left, shuffling down the hall to his own ship, and Obi-Wan shut his door and made his way into the shower, washing two days of dust and sweat from his aching body.
It took Quinlan less than a minute to throw the doors open, brown eyes narrowed at the shocked man in the shower.
"Kenobi, you- "
"Learn to kriffing knock, Quinlan!" The Kiffar found himself Force pushed with such ferocity that he struck the far wall of Obi-Wan's room, the metal creaking and groaning as it bent. He slid down the wall onto the floor in a crumpled heap, resigned to die on that spot. He sighed after a moment and opened his eyes, and was met with Kenobi's swiftly tapping foot, arms crossed and a towel wrapped around his lean waist. "See what you did to my wall?"
"Me?" The Kiffar jumped to his feet. "Me?! You pushed me!"
"Only because you didn't knock! If you knocked ever, we wouldn't be having this problem!"
"Two days, Obi!"
"Master Yoda said not to worry until three days had passed."
"I thought he was being...mystical and dramatic!" Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he pulled on a new set of robes. "You know how the Masters can be! Always talking all cryptic and in riddles."
"Really Quinlan, worrying doesn't suit you." He patted his tattooed cheek, used the Force to correct the dent in the wall, and left the room for the cockpit, the Kiffar following close on his heels. "Can you leave the anxiety to me? I'm the one that's uptight."
"I just don't like being left behind!" Quinlan crossed his arms and fell into his chair, watching Kenobi type in the new coordinates and push the accelerator, speeding off toward the hyperspace route. "I wanna go on adventures to Sith Shrines! This is the second one I've missed."
Kenobi smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Honestly, you're like a child."
"Where are we going?" Before Obi-Wan could answer, the Kiffar's eyes lit up. "Obi-Wan! We should go to Mandalore!"
"...what."
"Mandalore is close, isn't it! We should go!" He smiled slyly, leaning in close to the other Jedi. "They have a lovely port and lots of bars."
"We aren't going drinking again, Quin."
"Why not!"
"Because last time, I woke up with two girls that I didn't know after a night I don't remember! That isn't fun, Quinlan!"
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you, we can go drinking and you can have drunken sex you do remember."
"...that's the best idea I've ever heard."
"...really?!"
"No, Quinlan!" Kenobi thrust the accelerator forward, and engaged the hyperdrive, and the Kiffar grabbed the seat just as the ship made the jump, his body nearly flying to the back of the ship with the sudden movement.
"You can't avoid a conversation like that again, I learned from the first time, you little brat!" The ship eased into the speed of hyperspace, and Quinlan sighed, settling into his chair. "Didn't we talk about letting go?"
"We did." Kenobi swiped his fingers over the console, bringing up the information he had been gathering over the course of their mission. "That isn't how I let go."
Quinlan rolled his eyes. "If that's not how you let go, then what's the problem? You stay in control, you don't get attached, you have experiences."
"If that's not how I let go, then what's the point?"
"You have a girl on Mandalore. Let's go see her!" Kenobi tensed, and Quinlan regarded him carefully. "Look, Obi-Wan, if you like this girl, then- "
"I can't, Quin. I don't like this girl, I love her, and that isn't going away." Obi-Wan sighed, staring intently at his data, the information distracting him from the subject. "I don't want to deal with that kind of pain. She certainly doesn't want to see me, and seeing her will hurt."
"...are you worried about falling to the Dark Side?" The sharp blue eyes shot to him and glared at him with disdain, but the Kiffar held his ground. "I mean it. Are you worried that being with her will lead you to the Dark Side?"
"Don't be stupid, Quinlan. I wouldn't fall for something so...undignified."
"So what's the harm in being with her?"
"It's against the Code, Quinlan!" Obi-Wan cleared his research. He obviously wasn't going to get anything done. "I am trying to better myself. I am trying to be a great Jedi, because one day, I'm going to sit on the Council, and I don't want to be like Qui-Gon!" He was holding his breath, blue eyes wild, and he sat back, breathing deeply and running his hands over his eyes. "Sorry. Sorry..."
"...wanna have sex with me then?"
Kenobi burst out laughing, all the tension suddenly released. "Not today, but thank you."
PS Фанфик прекрасный, начинается просто, но чем дальше, тем круче.
archiveofourown.org/works/7860874/chapters/1795...
читать дальшеThe third thing, which was much less important, was that they left Quinlan Vos in a state of frantic panic.
"Two days!" he howled, chasing after Obi-Wan as he went to his room, bare chest and back covered in dirt and scrapes and sweat. "Two days I was left waiting here!"
"I didn't think we were gone that long."
"Lost in the Force, you were, Obi-Wan."
"You think?!" Quinlan reeled on the Master. "Master Yoda, I understand the need for...whatever it is you did. But two days!"
"Important, the task was."
"Honestly, Quinlan, you're starting to sound like me."
Quinlan howled in frustration and stomped down the hall, punching the console and entering his room, the door sliding swiftly closed behind him. Yoda chuckled. "Worried, your friend is."
"I know. I'll fix it."
Yoda smiled. "Return to Coruscant, I must, to share with the Jedi what I have learned."
Obi-Wan nodded, bowing deeply. "Thank you for all your help, Master. I feel much better."
"Strong, you are, and more grounded, you have become. Forget not what you have learned. Remember, Obi-Wan. A part of all living, is the Dark Side. Learnt to control it, master it, reject it, you must."
"Of course." He bowed. "May the Force be with you, Master."
"And with you, Obi-Wan." Yoda nodded his head and left, shuffling down the hall to his own ship, and Obi-Wan shut his door and made his way into the shower, washing two days of dust and sweat from his aching body.
It took Quinlan less than a minute to throw the doors open, brown eyes narrowed at the shocked man in the shower.
"Kenobi, you- "
"Learn to kriffing knock, Quinlan!" The Kiffar found himself Force pushed with such ferocity that he struck the far wall of Obi-Wan's room, the metal creaking and groaning as it bent. He slid down the wall onto the floor in a crumpled heap, resigned to die on that spot. He sighed after a moment and opened his eyes, and was met with Kenobi's swiftly tapping foot, arms crossed and a towel wrapped around his lean waist. "See what you did to my wall?"
"Me?" The Kiffar jumped to his feet. "Me?! You pushed me!"
"Only because you didn't knock! If you knocked ever, we wouldn't be having this problem!"
"Two days, Obi!"
"Master Yoda said not to worry until three days had passed."
"I thought he was being...mystical and dramatic!" Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he pulled on a new set of robes. "You know how the Masters can be! Always talking all cryptic and in riddles."
"Really Quinlan, worrying doesn't suit you." He patted his tattooed cheek, used the Force to correct the dent in the wall, and left the room for the cockpit, the Kiffar following close on his heels. "Can you leave the anxiety to me? I'm the one that's uptight."
"I just don't like being left behind!" Quinlan crossed his arms and fell into his chair, watching Kenobi type in the new coordinates and push the accelerator, speeding off toward the hyperspace route. "I wanna go on adventures to Sith Shrines! This is the second one I've missed."
Kenobi smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Honestly, you're like a child."
"Where are we going?" Before Obi-Wan could answer, the Kiffar's eyes lit up. "Obi-Wan! We should go to Mandalore!"
"...what."
"Mandalore is close, isn't it! We should go!" He smiled slyly, leaning in close to the other Jedi. "They have a lovely port and lots of bars."
"We aren't going drinking again, Quin."
"Why not!"
"Because last time, I woke up with two girls that I didn't know after a night I don't remember! That isn't fun, Quinlan!"
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you, we can go drinking and you can have drunken sex you do remember."
"...that's the best idea I've ever heard."
"...really?!"
"No, Quinlan!" Kenobi thrust the accelerator forward, and engaged the hyperdrive, and the Kiffar grabbed the seat just as the ship made the jump, his body nearly flying to the back of the ship with the sudden movement.
"You can't avoid a conversation like that again, I learned from the first time, you little brat!" The ship eased into the speed of hyperspace, and Quinlan sighed, settling into his chair. "Didn't we talk about letting go?"
"We did." Kenobi swiped his fingers over the console, bringing up the information he had been gathering over the course of their mission. "That isn't how I let go."
Quinlan rolled his eyes. "If that's not how you let go, then what's the problem? You stay in control, you don't get attached, you have experiences."
"If that's not how I let go, then what's the point?"
"You have a girl on Mandalore. Let's go see her!" Kenobi tensed, and Quinlan regarded him carefully. "Look, Obi-Wan, if you like this girl, then- "
"I can't, Quin. I don't like this girl, I love her, and that isn't going away." Obi-Wan sighed, staring intently at his data, the information distracting him from the subject. "I don't want to deal with that kind of pain. She certainly doesn't want to see me, and seeing her will hurt."
"...are you worried about falling to the Dark Side?" The sharp blue eyes shot to him and glared at him with disdain, but the Kiffar held his ground. "I mean it. Are you worried that being with her will lead you to the Dark Side?"
"Don't be stupid, Quinlan. I wouldn't fall for something so...undignified."
"So what's the harm in being with her?"
"It's against the Code, Quinlan!" Obi-Wan cleared his research. He obviously wasn't going to get anything done. "I am trying to better myself. I am trying to be a great Jedi, because one day, I'm going to sit on the Council, and I don't want to be like Qui-Gon!" He was holding his breath, blue eyes wild, and he sat back, breathing deeply and running his hands over his eyes. "Sorry. Sorry..."
"...wanna have sex with me then?"
Kenobi burst out laughing, all the tension suddenly released. "Not today, but thank you."
PS Фанфик прекрасный, начинается просто, но чем дальше, тем круче.
archiveofourown.org/works/7860874/chapters/1795...
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