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#i just imagine a desperate demon obi-wan trying to make himself proper and trying to see through all the stars in his eyes
tennessoui · 2 years
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ok ok ok “the good place” au 
(the good place is a show where 4 humans are placed in a seemingly idyllic neighborhood after death called simply ‘the good place’ and they get to know the architect angel (michael) who designed it, but one human (eleanor) knows she was placed there by mistakes and there’s a ton of hijinks etc etc before she realizes that actually this has been ‘the bad place’ all along and the entire neighborhood is set up to torture them based on their lives and personalities on earth)
where anakin is eleanor who arrives at the good place and knows for sure he shouldn’t be there and obi-wan is michael,the demon who poses as the architect in order to torture the humans
only there’s never been an authority figure anakin’s met that he hasn’t wanted to sleep with, so obviously that’s what he tries with obi-wan because if the angel sleeps with him, surely he won’t throw him out after he finds out that Anakin isn’t supposed to be in The Good Place??
so he somehow seduces obi-wan (a demon who finds humans weird and gross and fascinating and why does this feel so good this is so weird why are you putting this dangly thing in your mouth) and at first obi-wan is vastly confused before he realizes that actually, there’s no better way to torture anakin than to give him attention and then take it away without any sort of explanation.
only.....anakn isn’t one to give up easily, especially because sex with virgin!obi-wan (omg he’s corrupting an angel every time they meet in obi-wan’s office for private sessions) is amazing and he isn’t really attracted to his soulmate who seems much too much into justice and law for his lifestyle.
only.....obi-wan finds it harder and harder to deny anakin his attention and touch as the affair carries on, even when he starts to realize that for anakin, this is not registering as torture at all in his mind.
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inkognito97 · 7 years
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Quigon's reaction to the hellhound is shock and anger but then he starts to coo over the three headed puppy. Also what's the hellhound's name? Because I could see it as bezelbub and it's nickname would be bez.
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With a groan, Qui-Gon sat back in the uncomfortable kitchen chair. It was about time that he requested new ones from the quarter master. It couldn’t be that his back began to hurt after sitting an hour, controlling homework. 
“I hate paperwork,” he groaned once more, rubbing at his temple. It was already bad enough that he and his Padawan were to stay in the temple for an uncertain amount of time so that his ginger haired brat could catch up to his agemates, but the Council - in their endless kindness - had given him a class to teach and supervise since apparently the Master, who usually taught them, was ill. It was not like Qui-Gon did not like to teach, he just hated to correct papers.
He pushed a few strands of his brown hair out of his face. His braid had gotten lose, but he couldn’t bother himself to renew it. He wondered how his Padawan was faring. He knew for a fact that Obi-Wan was making much progress in the material he had missed. It was incredible and astonished the bearded male every time, how easy his student rushed through his lessons. Weren’t this the case, they wouldn’t be able to go on such long and certainly not on so many missions.
A quick check on the chrono that hung on the wall across from him, told the Jedi Master that his charge’s last lesson had ended an hour or so ago. Usually, the ginger haired Padawan went to meditate afterwards, or he spared alone. The hour after lessons was Obi-Wan’s time and Obi-Wan’s alone. It was important for growing people to have freedoms and Obi-Wan was no exception.
“I wonder when he will be back,” the long haired man mumbled to himself. He did not deny that the boy’s mere presence did wonders to his mood. He was a beacon on the Force and he always lightened his day.
As if on cue, did Qui-Gon hear the door to their shared quarters opening. A lot of Obi-Wan’s agemates preferred having their own rooms, but the ginger haired male liked living with his Master. He would be spending most of his time with the older male anyway.
“I’m home,” called Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon didn’t stop the smile that appeared on his features. “Welcome home, Padawan. I trust that you had a good day?”
“Yes,” the boy called from the hallway. “Though I had a strange run-in with Master Tahl.”
“Oh?” a bad feeling arose in his chest. “Why ‘strange’?” he asked.
“That’s hard to explain… I can show you,” the Padawan answered.
Qui-Gon was just trying to decide if it was worth the effort to stand up and meet the boy, or if he should at least pretend to be the proper Jedi Master and be ‘patient’. Eventually he deemed it better to change his sitting accommodation and he made his way into the living room, just in time for his Padawan to enter as well.
Qui-Gon was startled at his Padawan’s appearance. It was not the boy himself that was unusually, but that he obviously had a living being in his arms. He tilted his head. “Padawan,” he started carefully, Tahl already forgotten in the face of this… development, “is this perhaps a ‘pathetic lifeform’ that I see there?” he could not help but tease.
To the boy’s credit, he did not blush, but he WAS fidgeting uncomfortable. “No exactly Master?” The older male raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation. “It is a… gift.”
“A gift?” he wondered. Who would gift his student a ‘pathetic lifeform’ as Obi-Wan always called them? 
“Well,” the boy got to his knees, setting the bundle down and desperately trying to unwrap the small being, which was trashing around like a fish out of water, making it hard for the ginger haired teenager. “You see, little Beelzebub - or Belz for short - was a present from Master Tahl.”
He had finally managed to get the towel off of the animal, who rolled over the floor, before getting to his feet. 
Qui-Gon was not sure what he was supposed to do or to feel now. There was his natural connection to all living things, but his mind screamed at him to get away from the three-headed puppy as soon as possible. There was definitely something demonic around it. 
There was also anger in the Jedi Master, a lot of it in fact. How DARE this woman get so close to his Padawan? It was bad enough that she was spending so much time with him, but since it was part of the deal, it couldn’t be evaded. But hadn’t he made it absolutely clear that she was to stay away from Obi-Wan?
The middle head barked happily, the dog’s tail was wiggling wildly and the creature jumped up and down in excitement. He was a buoyant little thing. The right head turned and started nibbling at the ear of the middle head, which gave a pained yelp and therefore caused the left head to growl in annoyance. Qui-Gon wondered if all head could feel pain if one of them experienced it, but then he quickly pushed that thought aside. He DIDN’T want to know, because he didn’t want to have to do anything with that thing.
The dog however, seemed oblivious to the tall male’s turmoil, for he turned to look at the Padawan. All three heads barked friendly at the boy and when Obi-Wan opened his arms, the creature dashed forward. Qui-Gon was about to yell for his Padawan to get away from that monstrosity, when the dog suddenly stumbled over its own paws, doing a somersault and landing sprawled on the ground before the ginger haired boy.
Obi-Wan chuckled, he too did not seem to notice his Master’s anger at the demon woman. Instead the Padawan reached out and picked the dog up, settling it on his lap and allowing the three heads to eagerly licks his face.
It was in this moment that Qui-Gon hated his connection to the living Force more than anything. His Padawan was happy and the only feelings he could read from the three-headed dog, were happiness, awe and something that felt close to love, which was solemnly directed at the merry Padawan.
“Can we keep him Master, please?” it was rare of Obi-Wan to ask for anything and therefore it was hard for Qui-Gon to say ‘no’.
The Jedi Master in question watched the boy and the dog play on the ground, before he slowly crept forward, kneeling beside his charge. “I don’t know Padawan,” he replied.
“Please?” it was hard to say, who looked more like a puppy in this moment, the three-headed puppy itself or the Padawan with the wide and pleading blue-green eyes. 
Something told Qui-Gon - and it sounded suspiciously like both the Force AND his consciousness - that his Padawan would not talk or voluntary spent time with him, were he to say ‘no’. 
“Obi-Wan, this is a huge responsibility,” he said carefully. Was he just imagining it, or was there a light bond between boy and dog?
“I know Master and I promise, will take good care of him.”
The long haired Jedi Master was struggling with himself. It was the fact that it had been Tahl, who had given the little creature to his Padawan that bothered him so. He slowly reached out to the dog, allowing all three heads to sniff his hand, before petting the one closest to him. 
“Alright,” he sighed. “But you are responsible for him. Train him and take good care of him, or we will have to give him away.”
“I will Master, I promise,” the Force was almost blinding. It reflected the pure joy of the young Padawan and while it was heartwarming, it did nothing to lighten Qui-Gon’s heart. He desperately hoped that he had not just committed a huge mistake…
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