Au

Uh, can I ask for something? Could you do one where Xanatos never turned and was knighted? And he’s Obi-Wan’s hero but also he’s a little bit jelaous and insecure about his position like Qui-Gon’s padawan. And then Xanatos discovers it and decides to do something about it, tells Qui-Gon and takes the matter in his own hands. Please?

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“And it blew up!” Xanatos waved his hands, gesturing wildly as
Qui-Gon covered his mouth to hide his laugh and Obi-Wan stared at the
raven haired man with wide eyes. “I mean honestly, I had no idea it
would. I just wanted it to lean out of the way so I could get around
so I poked it and it just…boom! Covered everyone in this vicious
blue slop.”

“Was the plant alright?” Qui-Gon offered mildly while settling
his cup down, feeling Obi-Wan curl a bit against his side.

“Oh yeah, it was fine. Guide even told me that it was normal for it
to do it and that it was GOOD for it to blow up now and then. Spread
its seeds apparently.” Xanatos shook his head. “Honestly though,
it took me two weeks to stop finding dried blue goop somewhere on me,
my clothes or my sack.”

Obi-Wan grinned shyly at that before blinking up at Qui-Gon when the
others comm peeped at them.

“Hmm, seems to be Micah. He most likely wants to speak to me about
the sparring class I’m assisting him with tomorrow.” Qui-Gon
stood to take the call, heading to his bedroom to have some peace and
quiet.

Obi-Wan watched him go before looking back to Xanatos.

“So little bro, how’s things shaking?” The knight grinned at
him.

“…You spent to much time in the outer rims. Soon you’ll be
saying things like wizard when you get excited.” Obi-Wan offered in
disapproval.

That got a chuckle and a raised eyebrow. “Oh ho, someones
deflecting. Oh yes I know that tactic Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon tried to teach
me it and it looks like you’re a natural at it. So, that means
somethings up.” The older man got up and moved around the coffee
table to sit down beside the other, ruffling the short copper spikes.
“So, what’s going on?”

“Its not impor-”

“Obi.” Xanatos offered sternly and Obi-Wan started to fiddle with
his sleeve, biting his lips.

“I just…do you think that Master Qui-Gon really wanted to train
me?” He finally got out, whispering. “Master Yoda was very
insistent I’d be trained and I almost aged out before I even meet
him an-”

“Hey, hey, deep breaths Obi-Wan.” Xanatos reached out and pulled
the other into his lap, rubbing his back. “Course Qui-Gon wanted
you. You know how he butts heads with the council, do you honestly
think that someone could force a man like that to take a padawan he
didn’t want?”

Obi-Wan hesitated.

“Obi-Wan, padawans are a long time commitment. Qui-Gon’s raised
two padawans, you’ll be his third. He knew what he was getting in
for.” The knight soothed.

“…He sometimes misses you…” Obi-Wan mumbled, sounding
ashamed.

‘Oh Obi.’ Xanatos wanted to go curse out quite a few creche
masters, master Yoda himself and whoever had been in charge of the
Initiates. A life of bullying had left deep scars of insecurities and
doubt in the child.

“I’m sure he does. He misses Feemor too you know.” He took
Obi-Wan’s hand and held the much smaller hand with care. “But he
carries us around in his heart and remembers us fondly just like
he’ll do when its time for you to flee the coop and be a knight.”

Obi-Wan shuffled and peered at him. “Oh.”

‘I’ll have to warn Qui-Gon about this. He sometimes misses the
obvious personal signs.’ Xanatos tucked the other against his
chest, rubbing his back slowly and steadily.

()()()

Obi-Wan tucked himself into the warm side, shivering faintly.

He’d still not gotten used to hyperspace and Qui-Gon was a furnace
of heat and comfort in the tiny quarters they had managed to snag
with all the refugees on the ship. Not that they minded though
Qui-Gon had needed to put a box at the foot of the bed to make the
bunk long enough for him to stretch out comfortably.

Warm arms tucked around Obi-Wan’s frame and pulled him closer until
he was snuggled as tightly as possible to his master’s side with
both their robes tucked around him and the blanket above them,
Qui-Gon’s large hand cupping the back of his head.

“Still cold?” The older man rumbled and Obi-Wan shook his head
lightly.

“No. Warm now.” He sighed in pleasure.

“Good. I worry about you little imp. I wouldn’t want you to be
sick.” There was a soft kiss pressed to the copper haired child’s
forehead and Obi-Wan closed his eyes, soaking up the comfort.

It was odd, lately Qui-Gon had been quick to assure and quick to
touch his padawan, an easy arm always ready to wrap around him or
tuck him close to the master’s side. But it was nice, soothing. It
made him feel wanted and treasured almost.

Qui-Gon smiled quietly down at the drowsing child against him,
stroking his scalp lightly with his fingertips. Along their bond a
lazy sort of contentment lingered despite their cramped quarters that
set Qui-Gon at ease with the news of insecurities Xanatos had alerted
him to.

Well, Qui-Gon wasn’t about to let those doubts linger more then he
had to, but he would need a bit more time to figure out how to speak
to Obi-Wan about it. Until then he’d keep him close and keep him
warm.

Uh, can I ask for something? Could you do one where Xanatos never turned and was knighted? And he’s Obi-Wan’s hero but also he’s a little bit jelaous and insecure about his position like Qui-Gon’s padawan. And then Xanatos discovers it and decides to do something about it, tells Qui-Gon and takes the matter in his own hands. Please?

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“And it blew up!” Xanatos waved his hands, gesturing wildly as
Qui-Gon covered his mouth to hide his laugh and Obi-Wan stared at the
raven haired man with wide eyes. “I mean honestly, I had no idea it
would. I just wanted it to lean out of the way so I could get around
so I poked it and it just…boom! Covered everyone in this vicious
blue slop.”

“Was the plant alright?” Qui-Gon offered mildly while settling
his cup down, feeling Obi-Wan curl a bit against his side.

“Oh yeah, it was fine. Guide even told me that it was normal for it
to do it and that it was GOOD for it to blow up now and then. Spread
its seeds apparently.” Xanatos shook his head. “Honestly though,
it took me two weeks to stop finding dried blue goop somewhere on me,
my clothes or my sack.”

Obi-Wan grinned shyly at that before blinking up at Qui-Gon when the
others comm peeped at them.

“Hmm, seems to be Micah. He most likely wants to speak to me about
the sparring class I’m assisting him with tomorrow.” Qui-Gon
stood to take the call, heading to his bedroom to have some peace and
quiet.

Obi-Wan watched him go before looking back to Xanatos.

“So little bro, how’s things shaking?” The knight grinned at
him.

“…You spent to much time in the outer rims. Soon you’ll be
saying things like wizard when you get excited.” Obi-Wan offered in
disapproval.

That got a chuckle and a raised eyebrow. “Oh ho, someones
deflecting. Oh yes I know that tactic Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon tried to teach
me it and it looks like you’re a natural at it. So, that means
somethings up.” The older man got up and moved around the coffee
table to sit down beside the other, ruffling the short copper spikes.
“So, what’s going on?”

“Its not impor-”

“Obi.” Xanatos offered sternly and Obi-Wan started to fiddle with
his sleeve, biting his lips.

“I just…do you think that Master Qui-Gon really wanted to train
me?” He finally got out, whispering. “Master Yoda was very
insistent I’d be trained and I almost aged out before I even meet
him an-”

“Hey, hey, deep breaths Obi-Wan.” Xanatos reached out and pulled
the other into his lap, rubbing his back. “Course Qui-Gon wanted
you. You know how he butts heads with the council, do you honestly
think that someone could force a man like that to take a padawan he
didn’t want?”

Obi-Wan hesitated.

“Obi-Wan, padawans are a long time commitment. Qui-Gon’s raised
two padawans, you’ll be his third. He knew what he was getting in
for.” The knight soothed.

“…He sometimes misses you…” Obi-Wan mumbled, sounding
ashamed.

‘Oh Obi.’ Xanatos wanted to go curse out quite a few creche
masters, master Yoda himself and whoever had been in charge of the
Initiates. A life of bullying had left deep scars of insecurities and
doubt in the child.

“I’m sure he does. He misses Feemor too you know.” He took
Obi-Wan’s hand and held the much smaller hand with care. “But he
carries us around in his heart and remembers us fondly just like
he’ll do when its time for you to flee the coop and be a knight.”

Obi-Wan shuffled and peered at him. “Oh.”

‘I’ll have to warn Qui-Gon about this. He sometimes misses the
obvious personal signs.’ Xanatos tucked the other against his
chest, rubbing his back slowly and steadily.

()()()

Obi-Wan tucked himself into the warm side, shivering faintly.

He’d still not gotten used to hyperspace and Qui-Gon was a furnace
of heat and comfort in the tiny quarters they had managed to snag
with all the refugees on the ship. Not that they minded though
Qui-Gon had needed to put a box at the foot of the bed to make the
bunk long enough for him to stretch out comfortably.

Warm arms tucked around Obi-Wan’s frame and pulled him closer until
he was snuggled as tightly as possible to his master’s side with
both their robes tucked around him and the blanket above them,
Qui-Gon’s large hand cupping the back of his head.

“Still cold?” The older man rumbled and Obi-Wan shook his head
lightly.

“No. Warm now.” He sighed in pleasure.

“Good. I worry about you little imp. I wouldn’t want you to be
sick.” There was a soft kiss pressed to the copper haired child’s
forehead and Obi-Wan closed his eyes, soaking up the comfort.

It was odd, lately Qui-Gon had been quick to assure and quick to
touch his padawan, an easy arm always ready to wrap around him or
tuck him close to the master’s side. But it was nice, soothing. It
made him feel wanted and treasured almost.

Qui-Gon smiled quietly down at the drowsing child against him,
stroking his scalp lightly with his fingertips. Along their bond a
lazy sort of contentment lingered despite their cramped quarters that
set Qui-Gon at ease with the news of insecurities Xanatos had alerted
him to.

Well, Qui-Gon wasn’t about to let those doubts linger more then he
had to, but he would need a bit more time to figure out how to speak
to Obi-Wan about it. Until then he’d keep him close and keep him
warm.

Can I please request: Obi-Wan time-travel, where padawan Obi wakes up with his adult self’s memories and instead of immediately taking action to change the future and fix shit, he just spends time with Qui-Gon. Like he just takes a break and enjoys being with his master, maybe tells Qui-Gon he thinks of him as a father. Just Obi-Wan who knows what’s going to happen just pretending everything is fine while it still sort of is. And Qui-Gon just confused af but rolling with it. Thank you.

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The first two weeks it feels like a dream or a vision.

Obi-Wan still followed the motions, he woke early, meditated, ate
breakfast, went to classes and sparred with his master and age mates.

Two weeks later and he knows…its not a dream. Its not a vision.

He’s in the past, with his master in an age before Anakin ever came
to the temple, before Naboo and long before the clone wars. There’s
so much he can change, so much he can do to save everyone…and yet…

He doesn’t, not yet. He’s fifteen and the Force is welcoming and
warm, his master is alive and he feels safe for the first time in
years.

Obi-Wan has never lead men into battle, been a general or raised a
padawan just to see him fall. He’s fifteen and the first thing he
does when he realizes that is to curl up on the couch with his
master, face buried in the others side.

He can smell earth and musk and its familiar and safe even as his
master prods worriedly at him through the bond. Yet Qui-Gon says
nothing as he wraps his arm around the teens slender shoulders, a
large hand cupping the back of the others head in a soothing manner.

He soaks in the comfort of the older man he hasn’t seen in so long,
lets himself be held.

There are many things he can’t save, many things he can’t change
but at the moment he’s not thinking about it. He thinks about
sharing dinner with his Master, he thinks about going swimming with
Bant, having tea with Master Tahl and Master Micah, he thinks about
sparring with Reeft and perhaps trying out pilot simulation with
Garen.

There’s so much to do. So much.

Yet for today, for this day at least…

Obi-Wan Kenobi rests, he curls into his master and basks in the
radiant light and Qui-Gon’s living presence.

He lets himself be fifteen and safe.

“Obi-Wan, are you alright?” There was confusion and worry in the
older mans voice.

“You know what master…I am.” Obi-Wan smiled into the fabric of
Qui-Gon’s tunic. “I am.”

Can I please request: Obi-Wan time-travel, where padawan Obi wakes up with his adult self’s memories and instead of immediately taking action to change the future and fix shit, he just spends time with Qui-Gon. Like he just takes a break and enjoys being with his master, maybe tells Qui-Gon he thinks of him as a father. Just Obi-Wan who knows what’s going to happen just pretending everything is fine while it still sort of is. And Qui-Gon just confused af but rolling with it. Thank you.

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The first two weeks it feels like a dream or a vision.

Obi-Wan still followed the motions, he woke early, meditated, ate
breakfast, went to classes and sparred with his master and age mates.

Two weeks later and he knows…its not a dream. Its not a vision.

He’s in the past, with his master in an age before Anakin ever came
to the temple, before Naboo and long before the clone wars. There’s
so much he can change, so much he can do to save everyone…and yet…

He doesn’t, not yet. He’s fifteen and the Force is welcoming and
warm, his master is alive and he feels safe for the first time in
years.

Obi-Wan has never lead men into battle, been a general or raised a
padawan just to see him fall. He’s fifteen and the first thing he
does when he realizes that is to curl up on the couch with his
master, face buried in the others side.

He can smell earth and musk and its familiar and safe even as his
master prods worriedly at him through the bond. Yet Qui-Gon says
nothing as he wraps his arm around the teens slender shoulders, a
large hand cupping the back of the others head in a soothing manner.

He soaks in the comfort of the older man he hasn’t seen in so long,
lets himself be held.

There are many things he can’t save, many things he can’t change
but at the moment he’s not thinking about it. He thinks about
sharing dinner with his Master, he thinks about going swimming with
Bant, having tea with Master Tahl and Master Micah, he thinks about
sparring with Reeft and perhaps trying out pilot simulation with
Garen.

There’s so much to do. So much.

Yet for today, for this day at least…

Obi-Wan Kenobi rests, he curls into his master and basks in the
radiant light and Qui-Gon’s living presence.

He lets himself be fifteen and safe.

“Obi-Wan, are you alright?” There was confusion and worry in the
older mans voice.

“You know what master…I am.” Obi-Wan smiled into the fabric of
Qui-Gon’s tunic. “I am.”

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Obi-Wan stared at his knees, face flushed.

“…I’m not going to call you out on it Obi-Wan but for Force
sake. Tempest?” Mace sighed and pulled his face from his hands,
giving his old padawan a long look.

“He’s not actually dangerous?” Obi-Wan shifted. “I mean…he
hasn’t actually hurt anyone?”

“I think Master Mundi would disagree with that.”

“…Let me rephrase. He hasn’t killed anyone.” Obi-Wan twisted
his hands in the folds of his tunic and not for the first time Mace
wondered if he had cut Obi-Wan’s braid a bit to early. It wasn’t
that Obi-Wan wasn’t ready skill set, but perhaps personality wise,
Obi-Wan still had a bit of growing left. A bit of naivety to leave
behind still.

He shifted of the couch and sat down beside him, staring at his
former padawan. “And you? Has he hurt you?”

“No. I mean there was that first time when he threw me into a wall
but…no he hasn’t hurt me since then.” Obi-Wan shifted, peering
at him in return.

There was no deceit in the others deep green eyes and Mace sighed.
“Alright. He has not hurt you…but Obi-Wan, be careful. He might
have renounced the sith ways for you but this…this is dangerous. I
still can’t believe the council allowed him to remain here with
you.”

“I know you disagreed with them…but please trust me?” Obi-Wan
took the others dark hands and squeezed them. “He doesn’t want to
hurt me, he’s honestly like a big teddy bear with me.”

“I’ll believe that on the day I see it Obi-Wan. If he hurts you
though, I’m running him through with my saber.” The Korun
grumbled before glancing around. “Where is he even?”

“In the shower.” Obi-Wan nodded to the door.

“Hrm…” Mace eyed the door before sighing. “Honestly, I still
felt it would be nice if you kept a Force Suppressor on hand, just in
case Tempest acts out.”

“He has a name you know.”

“He doesn’t want others then you to use it.” Mace raised his
eyebrows.

“I’ll talk to him about that.” Obi-Wan flushed. “If he’s
trying to leave it behind he has to leave that name behind too…”

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Obi-Wan stared at his knees, face flushed.

“…I’m not going to call you out on it Obi-Wan but for Force
sake. Tempest?” Mace sighed and pulled his face from his hands,
giving his old padawan a long look.

“He’s not actually dangerous?” Obi-Wan shifted. “I mean…he
hasn’t actually hurt anyone?”

“I think Master Mundi would disagree with that.”

“…Let me rephrase. He hasn’t killed anyone.” Obi-Wan twisted
his hands in the folds of his tunic and not for the first time Mace
wondered if he had cut Obi-Wan’s braid a bit to early. It wasn’t
that Obi-Wan wasn’t ready skill set, but perhaps personality wise,
Obi-Wan still had a bit of growing left. A bit of naivety to leave
behind still.

He shifted of the couch and sat down beside him, staring at his
former padawan. “And you? Has he hurt you?”

“No. I mean there was that first time when he threw me into a wall
but…no he hasn’t hurt me since then.” Obi-Wan shifted, peering
at him in return.

There was no deceit in the others deep green eyes and Mace sighed.
“Alright. He has not hurt you…but Obi-Wan, be careful. He might
have renounced the sith ways for you but this…this is dangerous. I
still can’t believe the council allowed him to remain here with
you.”

“I know you disagreed with them…but please trust me?” Obi-Wan
took the others dark hands and squeezed them. “He doesn’t want to
hurt me, he’s honestly like a big teddy bear with me.”

“I’ll believe that on the day I see it Obi-Wan. If he hurts you
though, I’m running him through with my saber.” The Korun
grumbled before glancing around. “Where is he even?”

“In the shower.” Obi-Wan nodded to the door.

“Hrm…” Mace eyed the door before sighing. “Honestly, I still
felt it would be nice if you kept a Force Suppressor on hand, just in
case Tempest acts out.”

“He has a name you know.”

“He doesn’t want others then you to use it.” Mace raised his
eyebrows.

“I’ll talk to him about that.” Obi-Wan flushed. “If he’s
trying to leave it behind he has to leave that name behind too…”

A padme/obi? Without Anakin or with him not being a complete pain/jealous twat about it? Thanks!!!

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“I’m sorry, what?” Obi-Wan stared at her, green eyes wide as he
clung to Padme’s hands.

“I-I’m pregnant Obi-Wan.” She whispered, biting her lips.

The copper haired master blinked at that before slowly focusing down
on her still mostly flat belly. “Pregnant…but…we were so
careful?”

“I know. I know Obi-Wan but…I went to the medics to make sure,
you know I’ve been ill almost every morning for weeks.” Obi-Wan
nodded absently, gently reaching out in the Force to her
and…oh…there…

“I can feel it. The baby.” He whispered, eyes wide as he leaned
closer, resting his forehead against Padme’s.

“Yeah?” She smiled nervously.

“Its…its strong.” He looked into her eyes, the two staring at
each other.

And then Obi-Wan smiled softly. “Our child.”

“In the middle of a war.” She bit her lips again.

“…You never asked me to forsake my place as a Jedi. You never
requested me to step away. And I stayed for the war effort.”
Obi-Wan stroked the back of her hands with his thumbs slowly. “But
for this? For a commitment like this? No, I’m taking a choice
Padme, I will not be a Jedi and a father, I will not share those
duties with each other. That baby deserves more and so do you.” He
whispered quietly.

“Obi-Wan, you’re a war general, a prominent war general.”

“Then I’ll serve with the rest of the war effort. I just won’t
be a Jedi.” He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed the delicate
fingers softly. “I promised you once the war was done, I would step
away from the order and be only yours. I’d wed you the biggest
ceremony of your choice and be your husband in all manners and support your carrier. But that
was before this child.” He let go of one hand to reach out and cup
her stomach.

She stared at him.

And he smiled softly back. “I will not make this a secret. This
deserves to be shouted out to the galaxy and the off roof tops for
everyone to hear. I will not make a child hide.”

“…Then make me one promise.” She whispered, sliding closer to
her lover.

“Anything.” He said seriously.

“Regardless how you continue the war effort, come home.”

“Always my morning star.”

()()()

Nervousness gnawed away at the pit of his stomach though it did not
show on his face as he stood outside the council chamber, eyes
closed.

This was not going to be easy, it was not going to be light and it
was going to be a scandal. But it would be his, not the Orders.

‘Even now I do my duty in a manner. Even now I think of the
Order…’ He then chuckled quietly. ‘And a bit of selfishness. My
Padme and my child…’ He glanced down at the bag hidden behind his
robe.

He took a deep breath and straightened, leaving the bag behind as he
stepped into the council chamber and moved to the middle of the floor
instead of taking his seat. It was enough to quiet the rest of the
council and Anakin to send him a curious look as Obi-Wan calmly
folded his arms and waited to be acknowledged.

“Something to say you have Master Kenobi?” Yoda’s ears rose.

‘This is the last time I will hear that in this regard.’ Obi-Wan
thought even as he gave a short nod. “Yes Master Yoda. Its my
regret to inform the Council that I can no longer sit among them-”
A soft buzz and Anakin’s startled face. “Nor be a member of the
Jedi Order as I can no longer uphold its codes and values.” He
clenched his own hands on his wrists as the buzz broke into sharp
words and shocked exclamations. He did his best not to look directly
at Anakin, Mace or Yoda.

“What?!” Ka-Adi-Mundi finally got out, a clear question in the
ruckus.

“You’re one of our most prolific Jedi out in the field, you can’t
ju-”

“I’m will to be a father.” His words silence the Council. “I
stand here in the Council chamber where I have often given my council
and I feel my child, the bond that links me to them, I can almost see
them here I stand and I will not split my duty and my vows anymore.”
He closed his eyes and then meet Yoda’s. “I intended to wait,
wait for the war to end. I intended to wait but a child pushes what
I’m willing to forsake and do. I swore to Padme Amidala that on the
day the war ended, I would shout from the roof tops that I loved her
and only her. I swore I would stand in a whatever ceremony she wanted
and be her husband. And that was attachment alone, but it was war and
I was needed.”

Obi-Wan reached for his belt and unclipped his saber, holding it out
with a shaky breath. “And now there is a child. I will serve in
whatever capacity I still can…but I can no longer do it as a Jedi.
I regret to inform the council…that I can no longer walk the path
with it.” His smile was shaky but his hand was steady as Mace stood
and took the saber from him, the Korun staring at him.

“…Is this the right thing Obi-Wan?” He asked quietly.

Green eyes meet deep brown ones. “Its the one that feels right.”
Obi-Wan smiled then bowed low to the entire Council before turning,
heading from the doors, every step taking him further and further
away.

He stopped a few seconds to pick up his bag and then he was taking
the elevator down.

His walk to the great hall felt like a dream and there in the
distance he could feel his Padme, his morning star, standing by the
speeder and waiting for him. He felt more then he saw Jedi’s
noticing the lack of saber on his belt.

He had reached the stairs when a voice called out for him and the
stopped on the very top, looking back as a desperate Anakin caught up
to him.

“D-don’t leave Obi-Wan.” His former padawan whispered
desperately when he finally caught up to him, reaching out to grasp
his upper arms.

Obi-Wan stared at him before smiling softly. “Anakin…I’m not
leaving you. I’m still going to be here, just a call away. I’m
not leaving the war effort, we can still work together. Not as
Jedi’s…but as friends.”

The blond stared at him, looking like he was barely glued together.
“I don’t want to lose you too Obi-Wan.”

“You aren’t. You are always welcomed where I am. Visit me every
time you can. Perhaps I can even be stationed on The Resolute.”

Anakin blinked at that. “On…you…” He slowly straightened,
looking down at his former master. “You would…”

“If my child is going to have a future, this war has to be over.”
Obi-Wan stared at him. “I just won’t be doing it as a Jedi. But
you will always be my friend Anakin Skywalker. You will always be my
brother in all but blood and now? Now you will be an uncle.” He
smiled.

Anakin blinked before smiling shyly. “Uncle?”

“I’d have no other then you my dearest brother.” The copper haired
man reached out and grasped the blond by the back of his neck,
pulling him down until they were resting their foreheads together.
“No one else.” The two stood, letting their Force signature
mingle slowly. “…Come visit me soon Anakin, you know where I’ll
be.” Obi-Wan stepped back slowly, smiling at the younger man before
walking down the steps to Padme, ignoring the journalist as he
dropped his bag into the back of the speeder.

“No more hiding.” He whispered and reached out, cupping her face
in his callused hands and giving her the deepest kiss he could among
the flashing of cameras and gasps.

This was his happiness.

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“I’m sorry, what?” Obi-Wan stared at her, green eyes wide as he
clung to Padme’s hands.

“I-I’m pregnant Obi-Wan.” She whispered, biting her lips.

The copper haired master blinked at that before slowly focusing down
on her still mostly flat belly. “Pregnant…but…we were so
careful?”

“I know. I know Obi-Wan but…I went to the medics to make sure,
you know I’ve been ill almost every morning for weeks.” Obi-Wan
nodded absently, gently reaching out in the Force to her
and…oh…there…

“I can feel it. The baby.” He whispered, eyes wide as he leaned
closer, resting his forehead against Padme’s.

“Yeah?” She smiled nervously.

“Its…its strong.” He looked into her eyes, the two staring at
each other.

And then Obi-Wan smiled softly. “Our child.”

“In the middle of a war.” She bit her lips again.

“…You never asked me to forsake my place as a Jedi. You never
requested me to step away. And I stayed for the war effort.”
Obi-Wan stroked the back of her hands with his thumbs slowly. “But
for this? For a commitment like this? No, I’m taking a choice
Padme, I will not be a Jedi and a father, I will not share those
duties with each other. That baby deserves more and so do you.” He
whispered quietly.

“Obi-Wan, you’re a war general, a prominent war general.”

“Then I’ll serve with the rest of the war effort. I just won’t
be a Jedi.” He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed the delicate
fingers softly. “I promised you once the war was done, I would step
away from the order and be only yours. I’d wed you the biggest
ceremony of your choice and be your husband in all manners and support your carrier. But that
was before this child.” He let go of one hand to reach out and cup
her stomach.

She stared at him.

And he smiled softly back. “I will not make this a secret. This
deserves to be shouted out to the galaxy and the off roof tops for
everyone to hear. I will not make a child hide.”

“…Then make me one promise.” She whispered, sliding closer to
her lover.

“Anything.” He said seriously.

“Regardless how you continue the war effort, come home.”

“Always my morning star.”

()()()

Nervousness gnawed away at the pit of his stomach though it did not
show on his face as he stood outside the council chamber, eyes
closed.

This was not going to be easy, it was not going to be light and it
was going to be a scandal. But it would be his, not the Orders.

‘Even now I do my duty in a manner. Even now I think of the
Order…’ He then chuckled quietly. ‘And a bit of selfishness. My
Padme and my child…’ He glanced down at the bag hidden behind his
robe.

He took a deep breath and straightened, leaving the bag behind as he
stepped into the council chamber and moved to the middle of the floor
instead of taking his seat. It was enough to quiet the rest of the
council and Anakin to send him a curious look as Obi-Wan calmly
folded his arms and waited to be acknowledged.

“Something to say you have Master Kenobi?” Yoda’s ears rose.

‘This is the last time I will hear that in this regard.’ Obi-Wan
thought even as he gave a short nod. “Yes Master Yoda. Its my
regret to inform the Council that I can no longer sit among them-”
A soft buzz and Anakin’s startled face. “Nor be a member of the
Jedi Order as I can no longer uphold its codes and values.” He
clenched his own hands on his wrists as the buzz broke into sharp
words and shocked exclamations. He did his best not to look directly
at Anakin, Mace or Yoda.

“What?!” Ka-Adi-Mundi finally got out, a clear question in the
ruckus.

“You’re one of our most prolific Jedi out in the field, you can’t
ju-”

“I’m will to be a father.” His words silence the Council. “I
stand here in the Council chamber where I have often given my council
and I feel my child, the bond that links me to them, I can almost see
them here I stand and I will not split my duty and my vows anymore.”
He closed his eyes and then meet Yoda’s. “I intended to wait,
wait for the war to end. I intended to wait but a child pushes what
I’m willing to forsake and do. I swore to Padme Amidala that on the
day the war ended, I would shout from the roof tops that I loved her
and only her. I swore I would stand in a whatever ceremony she wanted
and be her husband. And that was attachment alone, but it was war and
I was needed.”

Obi-Wan reached for his belt and unclipped his saber, holding it out
with a shaky breath. “And now there is a child. I will serve in
whatever capacity I still can…but I can no longer do it as a Jedi.
I regret to inform the council…that I can no longer walk the path
with it.” His smile was shaky but his hand was steady as Mace stood
and took the saber from him, the Korun staring at him.

“…Is this the right thing Obi-Wan?” He asked quietly.

Green eyes meet deep brown ones. “Its the one that feels right.”
Obi-Wan smiled then bowed low to the entire Council before turning,
heading from the doors, every step taking him further and further
away.

He stopped a few seconds to pick up his bag and then he was taking
the elevator down.

His walk to the great hall felt like a dream and there in the
distance he could feel his Padme, his morning star, standing by the
speeder and waiting for him. He felt more then he saw Jedi’s
noticing the lack of saber on his belt.

He had reached the stairs when a voice called out for him and the
stopped on the very top, looking back as a desperate Anakin caught up
to him.

“D-don’t leave Obi-Wan.” His former padawan whispered
desperately when he finally caught up to him, reaching out to grasp
his upper arms.

Obi-Wan stared at him before smiling softly. “Anakin…I’m not
leaving you. I’m still going to be here, just a call away. I’m
not leaving the war effort, we can still work together. Not as
Jedi’s…but as friends.”

The blond stared at him, looking like he was barely glued together.
“I don’t want to lose you too Obi-Wan.”

“You aren’t. You are always welcomed where I am. Visit me every
time you can. Perhaps I can even be stationed on The Resolute.”

Anakin blinked at that. “On…you…” He slowly straightened,
looking down at his former master. “You would…”

“If my child is going to have a future, this war has to be over.”
Obi-Wan stared at him. “I just won’t be doing it as a Jedi. But
you will always be my friend Anakin Skywalker. You will always be my
brother in all but blood and now? Now you will be an uncle.” He
smiled.

Anakin blinked before smiling shyly. “Uncle?”

“I’d have no other then you my dearest brother.” The copper haired
man reached out and grasped the blond by the back of his neck,
pulling him down until they were resting their foreheads together.
“No one else.” The two stood, letting their Force signature
mingle slowly. “…Come visit me soon Anakin, you know where I’ll
be.” Obi-Wan stepped back slowly, smiling at the younger man before
walking down the steps to Padme, ignoring the journalist as he
dropped his bag into the back of the speeder.

“No more hiding.” He whispered and reached out, cupping her face
in his callused hands and giving her the deepest kiss he could among
the flashing of cameras and gasps.

This was his happiness.