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tennessoui · 3 years

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Hi I am the bilingual Kuwsk anon whose phone autocorrected to aquí-gon which I just think is really funny (aquí=here). Like “here and gone”. which is almost poetic. Maybe it is my dessert wine that makes this funny but anyways…

Your answer was so sweet thank you for that loveliness🥺 Do the twins eventually call Qui-Gon grandpa? Or do they have a nickname for him like their Obi?

Lmao !!! I saw that and thought the exact same thing!!! :0

I can’t think of a really cutesy nickname for the kids to call Qui-Gon but I do think the first time they call him grandpa he tears up a lil 😭

also just imagine the family tree the twins draw out in school like when they’re in kindergarten/1st grade. Or even just the family pictures. The twins are like “ok here is me and my twin. And this is daddy. And this is Obi. And this is mommy. And this is grandma shmi” “and this is grandma and granddad” (padme’s parents)

The teacher goes “alright alright idk what an Obi is but who are these people on this side of the page?”

“Oh that’s obi’s daddy, grandpa qui-gon. And next to him is Great Grandfather Dooku, and then that’s Gigi” (yoda) “next to him”

Anyway they take the drawing home and both anakin and obi-wan are emotional, but that’s nothing compared to Qui-Gon, Dooku, and Yoda. While Anakin and Obi-Wan do get to keep the original picture, there are many photo copies made and demanded

#asks #KUWSK #obi-wan’s family is a collection of people who never thought they’d be a bigger family #and they’re fascinated and interested and constantly emotional about it

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the-new-fanfic-order · 7 years

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Something Sweet {Part I}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Haven't given the ol' Baking AU a shot in a good while! I’ve decided to combine it with those other foodie movies and came up with this idea! Hope you enjoy!)

Head Chef! Obi-Wan x Pastry Chef! Reader

Plot Summary: When Qui-Gon hires a new pastry chef for his dessert menu, Obi-Wan feels a slight sense of competition. Who do you think you are, just waltzing into his kitchen? He's been running it for years, it doesn't need to change. But, as time progresses, he realizes the sour beginning the two of you had is starting to turn into something sweet.

"I need the Lamb Navarin plated yesterday, hurry up! Lobster Bisque is already on the floor, I need you to move!"

"Yes chef!" The kitchen chorus rang as the chefs scrambled to get the dishes onto the waiter's tray in time. Chef Kenobi took a split second to wipe the sweat off of his brow with his rag, before returning to the Quenelles de Brochet reserved for the food critic sat at Table 14. Every garnish needed to be set with the utmost precision. The pike was placed delicately atop the Nantua sauce before he wiped the ring of the dish and sent it off, the stress taking over his mind but not his body as he turned to continue his work.

The shaky breathing and worrisome nature continued far past closing time, the chef only managing to receive a total of three hours of sleep, complete with waking up every now and again in cold sweats and drinking half a bottle of wine at two in the morning.

"Four out of five stars." Qui-Gon set the newspaper on the table as the staff gathered around, a sigh of relief. It wasn't the score they were hoping for, but at least the review wasn't negative.

Obi-Wan's brows furrowed, wondering how the hell it could have gone wrong. "What is wrong with the kitchen? Everything's been going smoothly, so why only four?"

"The dessert." Qui-Gon spoke simply. "It was good, but it was not great."

"Our dessert has been fine for years!"

Qui-Gon shrugged. "Our weakest point is that we have chefs, but we do not have a pastry chef."

Obi-Wan sighed, crossing his arms. "Do we need a pastry chef?"

"If we want to get five stars next time, I believe it's a requirement."

"But-"

Qui-Gon shushed the chef immediately. "I know you've run your kitchen a certain way for years, but if we are to keep up with the competition, we need to introduce a new face."

"...Fine."

His boss nodded, rolling the newspaper back up. "I'll release an ad, see if anyone can fit the bill for us."

Obi-Wan shook his head, taking a bottle of cooking wine and pouring it into a glass, drinking it down. He knew this was to benefit the restaurant, but at this point, he's run his kitchen a certain way. It's effective, and some new chef is not going to change it.

Anakin patted Obi-Wan's shoulder, sighing. The sous chef was pretty stressed as it is, but hey, if it'll help ratings, he's welcoming to a new chef.

Much more welcoming than Obi-Wan, at least.

"I'm home!" Anakin called out, immediately greeted by Luke and Leia while Padme lied on the couch,

"Hi, sweetheart." She smiled, sitting up as she kissed her husband and he joined her on the couch while Luke and Leia returned to playing with their LEGOs. "How was work? I read your rating in the paper."

"It was pretty good. Obi-Wan's more stressed out now, though. Qui-Gon wants to hire a pastry chef."

"A pastry chef?" Padme raised her brows, grabbing her phone. "Remember my old college roommate? She was my maid of honor at our wedding."

"Y/N? Yeah, of course. Why?"

Padme started texting, grinning to herself. "I went to lunch with her today while the kids were at school. She just quit working at that bakery down the street."

Anakin sat up, looking over his wife's shoulder. "Pads, that's perfect! Is she certified?"

"Yeah, she graduated from The French Pastry School in Chicago. I think she'd be interested in the job!" Her phone vibrated, and she answered the call.

"Padme! What's the big news?" You had your phone on speaker as you pulled the bread off of the pan, spreading brie and fig jam on the bread and taking a bite, sighing. You had just left the bakery last week, and were on the search for a new job. Something more exciting than just giving muffins and cakes to customers that walk in every now and again.

"It's great! So, Anakin just got home, you remember the restaurant he works at?"

"Yeah, I think so. La Forcé, right? The brick building downtown?" You took another bite of bruschetta, leaning against the counter in your apartment.

"That's the one! Well, they've got a job opening for a pastry chef! I know you thought the bakery was boring, maybe this'll be a good one?"

You pondered the thought of working in a restaurant kitchen. It was more fast-paced, a little more exciting than that bakery.

And you always did crave excitement.

"You know what, yeah, sure. I'll go in tomorrow, see if it'll be a good match."

Padme whooped as you hear Anakin laugh in the background. "Great!"

Soon you heard a bit of a struggle before two loud, high-pitched voices came through the speakerphone.

"Auntie Y/N! Does this mean you're gonna work with Daddy?" Leia yelled, as you chuckled.

"If I get the job, then yeah!"

Luke's voice rang through, excitedly. "Does this mean you're gonna make us more cakes if you get the job?"

"I'm gonna make you cakes, no matter what! But if I get the job, you'll get to see me and your dad when your mom visits!"

"Yay!" They both shouted, giving their phone back to their mom.

"Those kids. Always the sweet tooth." She chuckled. "Anyway, great! Good luck, Y/N! You'll do great!" The both of you said goodbye and hung up, leaving you with your bruschetta as you looked back onto your rolling pin and baking sheets, sitting up on the counter.

"Oh boy." You mumbled to yourself, finishing your food and starting on making a batch of chocolate truffles.

A new job prospect, though exciting, did stress you out. You heated the chocolate and butter together into a smooth mixture, before adding in warm heavy cream and a small splash of brandy, shaping them into spheres and putting them in the freezer, then rolling the balls of smooth chocolate into cocoa powder and popping it into your mouth.

You hoped this was going to be the career that stuck. The career that you actually liked.

You took your truffles and you sat on the balcony of your apartment, eating truffles and watching the city lights flicker on as the sun set.

#obi wan kenobi #Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan headcanons #Obi-wan Kenobi X Reader #chef au #star wars #Star Wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #star wars imagines #the new fanfic order

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dukeoftheblackstar · 3 months

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I think I need to see Plo Koon looking unimpressed with Qui-Gon behind him making Plo's hand gesture the middle finger. Not that I'm saying he doesn't and will not do it if the narrative requires it, but because of the fact he's flipping someone off Qui-Gon has 'beef' with because Qui-Gon believes two hands are never enough to flip off someone and he's managed to get Plo to lend him one hand.

This is actually the level of middle fingers Qui-Gon needs.

#♝#plo koon #qui-gon jinn #qui-gon #meet #sassy daddy plo #wine daddy qui-gon #he lost a bet gambling #that gamblin' man qui-gon jinn

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dukeoftheblackstar · 7 months

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Fuck canon, right? But the thing is, I can't though and it's always a nice thing to think about.

So I've been on this spiritual journey (lol) of Plo's vow of celibacy between both being a Jedi and a Baran Do Sage. I'm cool with that.

But then you slap on some Qui-Gon Jinn in the mix with them being fraaaaaaans and I'm pretty sure that is just an truer than true implication that as much as Plo can be mischievous, playful, overall shit boii, Qui-Gon Jinn is the devil on his shoulder.

That we pats on the head, gives booze and weed for helping him balance the righteousness and maintain that perfect balance of just wisdom.

So. Qui-Gon (out of context) telling Plo to go dumb for a hot a minute and go wild is what I live for, you know?

Do I think about itty, bitty, force ghost Qui-Gon on Plo's shoulder telling him shit like 'get laid or die dry, you old fart'? Yes. Quite a lot.

Do I think about itty, bitty, force ghost Qui-Gon on Plo's shoulder telling him shit like 'ask Obi-Wan how his girlfriend, Satine's doing'. Definately.

Do I think about itty, bitty, force ghost Qui-Gon on Plo's shoulder telling him shit like 'chug! chug! chug! chug! chug!' while Plo indulges in a little bit of liquor to take the edge? You fucking bet I do.

All followed with some wise-Jedi quote.

Thoughts about our wine-daddy?

@pickleprickle @quigonpositivity @quiglettt

#♝#plo koon #qui-gon jinn #my two dads

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