#sith!qui-gon

so I’m curious about both of your Sith Qui-Gon aus.

Hi yourself!!

So I'm not gonna lie, I started both of these when I was very deep in a Qui-Gon bashing phase, so they're Not Nice to him. I'm usually pretty ambivalent to him, but at the time I was super into the Melida/Daan part of Obi-Wan's backstory, which he doesn't look super great in from most perspectives.

The first one, which I don't have a title for yet, exists entirely because I saw a post about how much the Apprentice series seems to exist to give Obi-Wan a taste of everyone else's trauma, and I decided I'd give him some of the trauma the fandom usually give the Corrie Guard as well and it evolved from there.

Basically in this one, Qui-Gon partially falls after Tahl's death and twists the Master-Padawan Force bond against Obi-Wan, a lot like Palpatine will later use the chips against the Crosucant Guard. It's the whole nine yards; missing time, forced to follow orders, memory issues, knowing something is wrong but not what. And they're out of the temple so often that no one really notices anything is wrong.

(I think that's how I want Palpatine to get the idea for the chips in the first place, because I want Qui-Gon to team up with him at some point after his fall gets revealed, probably around the time of the Naboo Crisis, and push the production of the clones and the war back a year or so. He'd be teaming up with Sideous for very similar reasons to why Anakin does at first in canon. He wants Tahl back, by any means necessary, and Palpatine promised he would get her as long as he worked with him.)

The bulk of what I have so far is based around Obi-Wan and Fox basically trading memories back and forth of how Qui-Gon and Palpatine had fucked with their heads because neither of them can physically talk about it for Force osik reasons.

(I'm debating making this Obi-Wan/Fox, cause I feel like they play off each other really well, or making it background Cody/Obi-Wan and Fox/Quinlan and have the relationship between the two of them be totally platonic but weirdly close for how long they've known each other)

((or maybe Cody/Obi-Wan/Fox/Quinlan all together because nobody does that and I think the dynamics between each person would be really fun to explore))

The second one is even less put together, basically all I've got is that I want Sith!Qui-Gon to just keep randomly popping up during the clone wars and having each encounter reveal more of Obi-Wan's backstory to his troops and more of Sideous's plan for the clones to the Jedi.

(I could even have him take Maul's place in the Mandalore arc with Satine, that could be fun)

I have this scene in my head for this one, of Qui-Gon just walking into their base camp while Obi-Wan and the 212th are on campaign with Mace Windu's battalion without anyone stopping him because he's still dressed Like A Jedi. He's in the robes, he's got the lightsaber, he moves like the other Jedi do.

Then Obi-Wan spots him as he walks into the center of the camp, several vode walking with him, and is visibly terrified in a way that none of the troops have ever seen him before. He's calling for Mace over comms, ordering the men to back away, just clearly preparing for the worst.

Qui-Gon does something (uses the chips, though they don't know about them yet so they think he's using the Dark Side) and suddenly every clone in sight is frozen mid-step

And he demands Obi-Wan come with him out of the camp in exchange for letting the clones live.

Obi-Wan goes with him, with Qui-Gon ordering a squad to come with them as hostages to keep Obi-Wan in line, including Cody and probably Trapper as well.

(this one is definitely Codywan)

Mace and his men meet them as they're leaving the camp, lightsaber drawn and ready for a fight.

And that's where the scene ends in my head, I've got nothing after that.

Sometimes, if Qui-Gon looks at himself in the mirror for too long, the yellow of his eyes reminds him of the fire that consumed Obi-Wan's body. Fitting, really, since it had been that pyre to cast the unnatural hue in his eyes. But he doesn't need the gold irises to remember. No, he could never forget the day that Obi-Wan died, the day Qui-Gon lost himself. 

Honestly it hadn't even been that difficult. His mind tells him it should've been harder to abandon the Order that he'd given his life to. But it wasn't the Order that he really cared about, it was the Force. The same Force he'd reached into as he held Obi-Wan's broken body, called upon desperately as his Padawan gave his final few breaths, poured into the younger man to save him. And that Force had failed him in the one thing he wanted most. Fuck 'no attachments'. Any Jedi Master was lying if they said they didn't have at least a few, and many of them would be hard-pressed to give them up if it actually came to a life-or-death situation. They were all so high and mighty, but their resolves were hardly ever tested, they could all proclaim they'd choose good even when it meant sacrificing someone they loved but they'd never actually had to choose.

Qui-Gon had loved him. Without reserve, without limits. It hadn't felt wrong at all, the Force had told him it was right. Qui-Gon deserved one shred of goodness, didn't he? He never asked for anything, gave up all for the Order in his pursuit to do good, to be good. Could anyone blame him for wanting that beautiful golden man always at his side? Qui-Gon had never thought about leaving the Order before, but then, he'd never thought he would ever lose Obi-Wan either. He'd never considered how it would feel to have their bond severed as his lover lay dying, never considered what it would look like as he watched the spark in those eyes disappear. How in reaching for the most precious gift given to him, the Force, in order to save the other half of his soul, it would turn on him, taint his soul, and abandon him. 

It had broken him. Even now he doesn't feel bad about Falling. No one can declare him evil, no, he isn't some long-awaited return of the Sith. What he is is apathetic. Without Obi-Wan, nothing has meaning. He has no desire to seek out those who were hurt and help them. And though he can still use the Force, it had turned so much stranger, almost wailing in his ears rather than singing. Perhaps it was because instead of feeling sorry for what he'd tried to use it for, he scorns it. Blames it for letting Obi-Wan die. Hates it as much as he'd once loved it.     

Oooh, Sith!Qui-gon

The thing about a Sith!Qui-gon - to my mind, at least - is that he wouldn’t be all that removed from light side Qui-gon. He would still be infuriating, hypocritical, in tune with the Living Force and willing to bend the rules to achieve his goals - except in this case, there are no more rules, so Qui-gon can step over that imaginary boundary and more or less do what he wants, when he wants.

 Unlike Dooku and/or a Sith!Obi-wan, Qui-gon has never been a creature of precision, and so if he’s upset, or mad, he just wreaks havoc then and there. To be honest, he would probably be a little like Anakin, except without the slave background meaning Qui-gon would be hard-pressed to be cowed by any authority.

Qui-gon would probably spend much of his fall convincing himself he’s not falling. That he’s doing what the Force wants, that he alone is the conduit, that he can justify his increasingly violent actions because the Force is speaking to him, that he has seen the truth through the prophecies and that the Jedi are just stuck in rules and boundaries and the past.

But when he’s not raging, he’s still kind, still calm, still Qui-gon. Which is probably the most frightening thing of all. Dooku cut off all the latent goodness within him, Obi-wan would be a frightening picture of composure and ice, and we all say what Anakin became, but Qui-gon…he would, look, talk, act - as if nothing happened. Until he buried a lightsaber in your gut, that is. 

Now, how would this affect others?

Sifo-Diyas: I feel like they would stay in touch over prophecies and visions, that Qui-gon would use a wilting Sifo-Diyas (let’s face, Jedi Lost made some pretty large hints that Sifo was losing his sanity to his visions), would exploit him to gain knowledge of the future, to examine the prophecies, as Qui-gon himself was the seer, in that he could parse the meaning in the Force’s vague messages. 

Dooku: Aaaahhhhh. Now. This all depends on when this happens in terms of Dooku’s own fall. If Dooku were still with the Jedi, he would struggle with this. I mean, he’s been battling to dark most of his life and then his own student falls to it. Join him? Battle him? He’s not entirely sure. Best to corral Qui-gon, in his mind, to be a guiding hand one way or another. Dooku doesn’t disagree with a lot of what Qui-gon says, but he is not in control as a Sith, will eventually injure himself, or worse and that is one thing Dooku cannot stand for. 

Obi-wan: Obi-wan would be devastated. And mad. And probably find some circuitous way to blame himself for it happening. And then he’d get mad again. And it would get messy and I can see Obi-wan dropping off the radar for a bit - not turning dark, because he wouldn’t but maybe just…dropping out the Jedi, losing faith in everything he thought he (and his Master believed in). What would be the point? Nothing mattered, Qui-gon turned, he couldn’t save him, what kind of Jedi was Obi-wan if he couldn’t see this coming? What were the Jedi if Qui-gon felt so strongly to abandon all of his principles. So he probably goes on a bender, maybe joins Hondo’s crew, or - hell, if Rael Averross were still alive, he might even seek him out. (Now talk about an AU!) He doesn’t want to fight Qui-gon, doesn’t want to fight for the Jedi. He’s just going to do what he wants and falls into a deep, depressive nihilism. 

Pick 5 works in progress. Go to the 5th paragraph and post 5 sentence starting from that point.

These are all mostly untouched from their first draft forms (in other words, not polished and edited, except for some slight structure/grammar clean up to make them not horrible).

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Belle finds out that she can’t go home again. Whatever joy she thought her father would have at seeing his only daughter again slips away from him at the words the priest whispers in his ear.

Her father has her locked in an unused tower in the west wing of the castle.

When the priests come with their holy books, their candles, their manacles and whips, they don’t speak to her but over her, calling her tainted, unclean, the devil’s whore. They hurt her.

- Untitled, Rumbelle fic

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Faith couldn’t quite find the words to explain that as much as she had come to love Megaton, as much as she had come to get to know and enjoy—at least some of—the people of the Capital Wasteland, it wasn’t home. Home was the place she’d grown up, the place she’d thought she’d been born in, that lay mere miles from her Megaton doorstep, shut off to her. Forever.

Home was the man who’d raised her, who’d taught her how to hack into her first computer, how to splint broken bones and mend tears in clothes as well as skin. The man who’d kissed her forehead and then left her to the tender mercies of the citizens of Vault 101 when he thought the time had come to finish the work he’d started before she was born.

- “Off the Map,” Hearts on Fire series

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“But he is faithful to the traditions. He may be tempted, but he meditates, swims in the cold river every morning to cool his blood. He won’t allow himself to fall until he’s certain he can do so and remain true to himself and his faith.”

“No sex before marriage, huh?”

She could see the smile in Joshua’s eyes. “In short.”

- “Sweet Nothings,” Hearts on Fire series.

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His jaw set, Rumplestiltskin wound fresh muslin strips around his foot, binding muscle and bone tightly. Too much so, if the shock of pain that leapt from his ankle to the base of his knee was to be believed. Stars exploded behind his eyes, the big muscle of his leg shivered and he grit his teeth against the flood of hurt, breathing harshly through his nose as it tapered off, settled to a dull throb. As he’d done since the moments after he’d swung the hammer that crippled him, he sent out a silent plea, that even if he should never walk fair again, the pain would at least lessen, leave him capable of movement that didn’t leave him half blind and whimpering. And it wasn’t a plea just for himself.

- “Yellow,” Color Wheel challenge (1/5)

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Labintias, yunoks Jidai*, he'd said, the language strange and sibilant and coiling around Obi-Wan like a snake. Obi-Wan had reached for his lightsaber only to find the alley empty as his fingers closed around the hilt, the presence of the man fading from his mind like a wisp of smoke on the air.

The next time they met, they crossed sabers, as Obi-Wan protected a member of the Royal House of Kuan-tu on Aleria Prime.

“He's not worth your protection,” the Sith had told him. “The entire family should earn your ire.”

- From an untitled Star Wars fic, featuring Sith!Qui-Gon (Darth Sotiris)

*Greetings, little Jedi

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BONUS Obi-Wan knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the handle turned easily and the door swung open. Beyond it, lay a simple sitting room, doused in orange and red shadows from the fire in the hearth. There was a low couch and, in front of it, a table set with a platter of bread and fruits and two empty bowls no doubt meant to hold the contents of the pot that was bubbling in front of the fireplace. 

Even as his vision blurred again, Obi-Wan scoffed softly at the convenience, remembering some old tale he’d heard in the creche about a girl and an enchanted palace where all her needs were seen to by invisible servants.

Here have an update to this ‘Verse for the first time in forever.

Silently crying, Obi-Wan sat on his bed, with his legs crossed before him and the dead, truly dead body of Prancer, his pet resting in his lap. A shuddering breath escaped the ginger haired teenager and for a moment, his eyes blazed golden in rage. He had hated that boy since the day his father had brought him here. 

Obi-Wan sniffed and tried once again, to reanimate the dead Tooka once again. His mother had told him that the reanimation spell only worked ones… but he still had to try. Another wave of fresh tears escaped the teenager. He desperately wished his mother was here. She would know what to do… she wouldn’t have forgotten his birthday. But she was not here, she and Grandpa Yan were currently on a mission, retrieving something.

Gentle, Obi-Wan levitated the dead Tooka to the ground, where it remained without moving, just gone… dead. And such a pointless death, just because Anakin had been jealous, because he did not have a pet. Another wave of rage hit the young Sith and he fought to keep it down, he did not want to get his father’s attention. Then again, he would not get it anyway. No, Anakin Skywalker was the center of the long haired Sith’s attention, ever since he had brought the former slave with him from Tatooine. Obi-Wan wondered what his mother would have said to that, but she had already been gone at this point. 

For days it had gone like this. Anakin was getting all the attention and Qui-Gon had not even taken him to the animal market, like he had promised him weeks ago. It should have been his birthday present, a ‘real’ pet, meaning, a pet that was not dead. But perhaps it was for the better, otherwise would Anakin just kill it too in a fit of jealousy. And Qui-Gon had actually defended him, he had believed the tears face - that had obviously been a lie and complete fake - and said that it had been a mere accident. And he had said that Obi-Wan should not act like a little child, the Tooka had been dead long ago anyway. Needless to say, Obi-Wan had gone to his room and had not left ever since. 

The young Sith clenched his fists tightly on his lap and he was shaking. The dark side around him bubbled, but it was not fueling his anger, it was trying to comfort him. It helped, but just a little bit. It was more than he had gotten from his ‘father’, but was Qui-Gon still his father? Obi-Wan was not sure about it. It kind of felt like he had been replaced with a better model and it left him wondering if the older man had just picked him up all those years ago, because he had looked promising. And now that he had found Bratakin - that was Obi-Wan’s nickname for the unwanted intruder - who seemed even more promising, Qui-Gon had taken him in and forgotten about his first son.

Obi-Wan was surprised that he tasted blood, but then he realized that he had bitten his bottom lip. He spit it out, not caring that he had most likely ruined the carpet. It was not like anybody care. His mother would care, but again, she was not there.

Once again his eyes flashed golden, but this time, they stayed this way. Obi-Wan have had enough. He hated Anakin Skywalker, the feeling was mutual, from the very beginning. He had tried to be nice and understanding and all he had received from the blonde slave - that was all he would ever be in the ginger haired teenager’s eyes - was anger, hatred and jealousy. No more, Obi-Wan decided then and there.

He raised his right hand and made a few signs in the air. A green shimmering symbol appeared in the air. It was a simple triangle, whose tip was pointing upwards. It was the symbol for fire.* Not a moment later, the dead body caught flames. As if in trance, Obi-Wan watched how the greenish flames he had created with his Sith magic, consumed the dead Tooka until nothing remained, not even ash or the fire itself. He nodded to himself.

Then, the young Sith slid down from the bed and pulled a couple of bags from under it. It was either him or Bratakin and since his ‘father’ had already decided that Anakin was more important, Obi-Wan would go. With the use of the Force, he was directing a few possessions, mostly clothes, but also a few other things, into the bags. He would not stay in the same place that was home to Anakin Skywalker, only over his dead body. He may not be sure where he should go… though a few possibilities sprung to his mind.

Serenno was out, his Grandpa may be living there, but his mother or her husband would just come and get him then. With his uncle Cad was not possible either. He had to find the bounty hunter first and it was undoubtedly one of the addresses his mother would check first. She would most likely check with his uncle Hondo too, so Obi-Wan could not become a pirate either.

The teenager hummed in thought and watched how his clothes folded themselves and arranged themselves in the bag. He could always travel to Dathomir. Perhaps the Mother would even teach him a few new tricks. The Force swirled darkly around him and Obi-Wan knew, that he had found his way.

A firm knock startled the young Sith. A moment later the door opened and Qui-Gon stood in the threshold. It was typical for him to enter without waiting to be invited. Midnight blues eyes blinked in surprise. “What in the the name of Force are you doing?”

The lie came easily to his mind, “Just sorting through a few old things.”

The long haired man nodded. “Perfect, you can give what you don’t need, to Anakin.” Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and was glad that his back was turned towards the older man.

“Of course,” he said. He was going to burn everything that he would leave. Bratakin would NOT get anything more from him. He had already taken his only friends - Obi-Wan’s parents did not allow him to go out much, since the Jedi were a constant threat - he had taken his home and his family.

“Good. Dinner is ready.”

“I am not hungry,” was the automatic reply. It sounded very mechanic.

“Suit yourself.” The teenager listened how the door to his room was closed again. 

He had to sit down for a moment, but did not let go of the Force. His father had ALWAYS dragged him to dinner, unless he was sick, then he had made an exception sometimes. 

“He probably things I am still cross because of Prancer,” Obi-Wan mumbled to himself. “He is right, but I am not going anywhere near that bastard.” That and he truly was not hungry. After having to burn the body of his friend, his appetite had evaporated as well. Also, it would give him time to plot his escape. Though he suspected he could simply march out of the door when Qui-Gon was asleep and then take a transport of the planet. The older Sith would not notice anyway, perhaps around midday he would, but then Obi-Wan would be long gone. He let himself fall onto his mattress and looked at his ceiling. He should meditate. So Obi-Wan continued to stare at nothing in particular and he let the dark side flow through him.

He should have expected the boy to come sooner or later, but he didn’t. So the ginger haired teenager was surprised when the door to his room was opened a second time and with a loud bang. It had hit the wall.

He glared angrily at the arrogant boy, who stepped inside.

“I heard you’ve got something for me,” the blonde sneered and there was something in the brat’s eyes that Obi-Wan did not like.

“Get out of my room,” were Anakin clever, he would have noticed that the teenager’s voice was just a bit too calm and collected.

Anakin snorted, “So what is it?” His eyes turned to one of the lightsabers that still rested on Obi-Wan’s desk, the blonde’s intention was clear.

“Touch one and you find yourself in need of a new hand,” Obi-Wan threatened. He would not allow that damn thief to touch his lightsabers. The still new and shiny one, had been a birthday present from Yan. At least he had not forgotten Obi-Wan’s birthday. The other one, was the first that the teenager had ever made. He was still using it, though he wondered if he should switch to the new one or learn how to use two.

Out of instinct, the ginger haired Sith had called the weapons to his hand and not a moment too soon. Otherwise, Anakin would have undoubtedly taken one.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Room.” The older male repeated, in a dangerous tone.

“Or what?” challenged the intruder. “Are you going to hurt me? I will run to Dad then and I know he will believe me. What would happen to you then?” There was an ugly smirk on his features. 

That was it, Obi-Wan stood up from his bed and came dangerously close to the blonde. There was a flicker of uncertainty in the younger male’s eyes. “Who said that you were able to run, when I am finished with you?”

“I… I tell Dad.” His voice was quivering, he was obviously not used to Obi-Wan fighting back. But the teenager had have enough. He would cover and submit anymore, he would fight.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned. Anakin audible swallowed, his eyes wide in fear and his body shaking. “Now, get out.” 

The blonde turned tail and vanished. Obi-Wan did not care, if he told Qui-Gon. He would leave this night, that was clear. He would go to Dathomir, become the greatest Sith in history, or at least a better one than Bratakin, and then he would kill the blonde. He would take his revenge, Anakin will die, by his hand…

Obi-Wan silently gazed out of the window into the endlessness of the galaxy. Stars were rapidly flying by, but that was to be expected, they were travelling in hyperspace after all. A bit more than half the way, was already behind him and by the time Qui-Gon MIGHT notice that he was missing, he would have reached his goal. Obi-Wan nodded. This was the path the Force send him on, he would not disappoint it…

*For those who are wondering, I am describing an alchemical rune. ^^

Also, decided to bring the plot a little further…

So @hellsbellssinclub sent me a one-sentence prompt, which was intriguing and felt like it could grow. So I let it. @poplitealqueen I mentioned Sith!Qui? 😘  

Here’s Part 1 of something I’m gonna call: Umbra, Penumbra, Antumbra

Obi-Wan had never been on Geonosis before, but he could not find it in himself to regret the lapse. His hosts were combative and covered in an exoskeleton that made self defence rather unpleasant and a bit ineffective. He’d been arrested for ‘trespassing’, apparently—and he hadn’t even broken in brandishing a ‘saber at anyone.

His first words—well, word—to Count Dooku was accordingly sharp. Obi-Wan watched his Grandmaster during their polite, superficial exchange, noting the deft dance of deflection and politic obfuscation that Dooku had passed on to Qui-Gon with a touch of grief.