Obi-Wan let himself be led away, conscious of the children’s eyes following him. Of his own eyes following him. Obi-Wan Kenobi, age four at most.
Qui-Gon would be thirty-five.
Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon would be here.
Source: In My End Is My Beginning by Lilith Sedai
Obi-Wan finds himself back in time – and of course, he has to try and make sure his Master survives. Except nothing is ever simple, as this fic beautifully shows.
From his huddled covert, Obi-Wan could now see a thin wash of colour over Qui-Gon’s face, a sprinkling of starlight reflected in the silver of his beard, his hair. Slowly, he began to move, taking a few steps towards to water’s edge. He leaned down, picked up a pebble and skimmed it neatly across the shimmering surface. The air was sweeter now and brighter with every passing moment. Obi-Wan could just follow the little stone’s trajectory in pale jumps of froth. He smiled to see his serene and remote Master do something so out of character.
He nearly fell over in a bush when Qui-Gon abruptly slipped the robe off his shoulders.
His Master was completely naked.
Source: Dawn Patrol, by Hippediva – Star Wars Prequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Obi-Wan sees his Master in a new light. 
I’m always there for some Qui-Gon appreciation, and this is just lovely. (Not technically slash, as Obi only admires from afar. *g*)
Obi-Wan, waiting with his friends to enter the dining hall, overheard some Masters talking about the legendary Jinn. “Too bad the man’s so gorgeous. Nice of him to grace us with his presence once in a while, eh?”
“Oh, don’t sell him short… I remember what he used to be like.”
“Yeah? Do tell…”
“He was warm, generous, a very loving man.” The speaker was a short woman of a furred species unknown to Obi-Wan.
“You’re kidding!”
“Not kidding,” the Master replied ruefully. “He used to spend a lot of time with the children, even. A large and open heart, that one had. But now he prefers the silence of his own pain. Too bad.”
“No Padawan would want him like this, I’m sure,” the other answered sadly. “Who would want a broken Master? He *is* completely luscious, though…”
The pair moved on then, and Obi-Wan went into lunch with his friends. But the conversation had given him much to think about.
Source: The Choosing | https://www.masterapprentice.com/
An alternate reality in which padawans take a more active role in choosing their masters – and in which the Master/Apprentice relationship is much more intimate. I adore young Obi and his determination to help a Qui-Gon who thinks he can never love again.
Obi-Wan Kenobi in a nutshell.
Forcemarks are one of the unifying truths throughout the galaxy. You leave your mark on the people you love.
Source: Just a Touch, by kat8cha – Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
Short but oh so perfect, this is the “Finn has two hands” fic of my heart.
The entire Star Wars movie canon condensed into 5 minutes of goosebumps-inducing trailer. It’s very heavy on the Skywalker lore (i.e. I miss Finn!), but yeah – run, don’t walk to check this out!
Square Pegs, by WhatWouldReyDo (HooperMolly)
When Finn asks Poe for Resistance propaganda to read in the hopes of catching up on what they’ve been doing, he doesn’t expect to find a certain calendar full of what could delicately be described as glamour shots of the Resistance’s greatest pilot.
Teen, pre-slash. Funny and sweet, this made me grin like a loon – also, I would desperately love to get my hands on that pin-up calendar…
YOU AND ME (AND HIM)
That’s why we make a good you and me.
Made for odessie/Nancy Blackett for @equinox-vids Spring 2017.
Password: originalOT3
A bed of daysided gold, by lotesse
In the new universe they’d made, where everything was still new and complicated and difficult, loving the two of them had been the only sure and easy thing.
Adult, Leia POV, post RotJ. Warm and full of love.
step out into the sun, by plutos
Finn stares quizzically down at the datapad. Any name in the galaxy. He wonders, briefly, what his family name would actually be. If his parents had picked out a name for him when he was born, after a relative or chosen for its meaning. But it doesn’t matter now.
He slowly, carefully prints out ‘DAMERON’ in his neatest handwriting. When he’s finished, he looks up at Poe’s face, hoping it’s okay. Poe’s biting his lip, his hand clenched on his thigh, knuckles white. BB-8 beeps loudly, and Poe’s face breaks into a beautiful beam, like his mouth can’t contain his joy.
Adult, post-TFA. In which Finn is desperate to find his place and ends up being fake-married to Poe. Absolutely wonderful!
