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Obi-Wan having visions again is an interesting concept. How do the troops react when he has one in a more public setting? Do they only come when he is tired or could they happen anywhere? What about in a battle? Would you write more?

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So far no visions had come again.

Frankly it had been a relief to Cody because the General’s state once
he had woken up again…

The man had collapsed to his knees while getting up!

He hadn’t seen the man in such a state in a long while. Tired yes,
injured yes, but like this?

A dazed, vulnerable kind of confusion lingering in his eyes as he
took in everything around him with a sort of sleepwalker
consciousness. The red tea had happily fixed him up some as had the
warm food Boil had managed to find for the man.

It was almost as if he had forgotten it after that, Obi-Wan going
back to his usual state of affairs. If it wasn’t for the change in
behavior from almost every clone, Cody could almost be convinced it
had all been a hallucination.

But a week of nothing happening and they were mostly back to normal,
no careful observation of their General’s, no making sure that a
trooper was always close to them. Routine as usual.

Battle as usual.

Cody could be forgiven for not recognizing the feeling of electricity
passing through to begin with. It was only the second time he felt
and they were in the middle of the battlefield, it could have been a
weapon or just nerves.

And then he saw his General standing there, lightsaber held loosely
as he stared out onto the battlefield with soft focused eyes,
blasters shots blessedly passing by him. “General!” His cry
grasped attention and several clones dislodged from their spots to
form a barrier around the Jedi.

The thump of boots as they protected the General, the raised shields
to absorb blaster impact and the return of fire.

And yet Obi-Wan stood there like a statue, never blinking and barely
breathing.

General Skywalker suddenly landed not far from them and made his way
through the blaster rain to Obi-Wan’s side, cursing loudly. “This
is not the best time for this. Obi-Wan! Wake up!” There was no
flicker of recognition in those green eyes.

Cody, with no ability in the Force, could tell what General Skywalker
did next was stupid.

He grabbed the other Jedi by the shoulder.

His very Force powers slammed into the Jedi caught in a Force vision
and promptly exploded it outwards towards everyone, slamming into
every clone, every Jedi and every Sith on the field. Every sentient
being with blood pumping through them.

Obi-Wan Kenobi running through the dark, black smoke whipping up
around him as he raced through the shadowed halls of the temple.
Troopers and Jedi’s laid around him, unseeing eyes staring back as
blood of different colors mingled on the floor of a once so pristine
temple that was their home.

And the copper haired Jedi as the only living being, racing through
the halls, to the council chambers. His very being and face open and
full of desperation and grief of someone who had carried to many
burdens that was breaking as he pushed those large doors open to find
the floors covered in the younglings of the temple.

The scream that broke them out of the vision would haunt Cody for the
rest of his life.

Skywalker stumbled from his former Master’s side, almost going to his
knees as he did. Clones, battle trained as they were, barely kept up
against the barrage of unaffected droids.

“Oh Force.” The blond choked out.

Kenobi said nothing. Only slowly sank to his knees in the dust of the
planet, staring straight forward with a lost look in his eyes. From
his limp fingers his lightsaber fell and rolled in the dust.

A man forced to be strong for to long would eventually break and that
was what was happening on the battlefield as tears started to roll
from Obi-Wan’s eyes and down his cheeks to fade into his beard. To
much pain and stress put on those broad shoulders, eventually
breaking the last of him.

That’s why they were there. Cody growled and aimed his blaster
straight and true, stepping in front of his Jedi, noting others doing
the same. Rex was yelling commands somewhere with Ahsoka pressed to
his side and Wolffle was by his own downed General’s side, him
barking his own commands. Fives was pulling Skywalker back behind the
energy shields with Kenobi.

They were players in a game they didn’t intend to lose.

Their strongest players were down but they did not intend to lose.

In the darkness their Jedi’s shined and they would keep them safe and
dust them off once they were ready again. The clone troopers pressed
forward.

Choosen one Obi! Perhaps a confrontation with Palpatine, throwing him out of his seat of power! Pretty please?

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Anakin’s eyes were in his neck.

Obi-Wan could feel them. As good as the troopers, Anakin and Ashoka
were at their duty, they couldn’t avoid looking at him. And Anakin
himself wasn’t being subtle at all.

Obi-Wan didn’t mind as he held onto the strap of the transport, eyes
closed as he let his senses reach out over all of Coruscant, the
darkness spreading from the bowels of the Jedi temple and from the
very seat of power itself like climbing ivy threatening to choke out
everything else. The light that spread like a wilting roses petals
from the Jedi temple.

He’d never allowed himself this, to feel the artificial planets every
Force shift.

Now he wished he had. He wished because if he had, then he would have
known so much longer ago. Would have known not to let…but would be
and would have did not matter in the grand scheme of things.

All that mattered was the future.

“Obi-Wan….”

“Shh…” Obi-Wan whispered at Anakin’s call for his attention,
feeling the others unease. Of course Anakin could tell what he was
doing, Anakin was one of the strongest of the Jedi’s to ever walk the
temple halls. “Its alright. Its alright Anakin. Don’t worry.”

There was a noise of discontent.

But Obi-Wan’s word set some of that unease to calm.

It made him smile before he let go of the strap as the transport
landed, opening his eyes as the doors slid open to their greeting
committee, the Jedi council in whole standing on the platform with
the Chancellor himself not far away with his bodyguards.

As Obi-Wan stepped of the transport the dark eddies of the Force
whispered to him and he slowly looked skywards, his eyes turning back
to living fire from the battlefield once again as he took in the sky
above Coruscant.

Like a shimmer of blood red shields covering the entire planet,
brushing against every Jedi in attendance, every sentient being on
the planet as it tried to overpower the light inside them. Against
Obi-Wan it lapped at harder yet it did not crush the shores of this
island.

Because Obi-Wan could see the construct over them.

“Master Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka’s voice calling for his attention.

“Mmmn, its alright little one.” Obi-Wan smiled a tiny bit, eyes
still on the shimmering sky as he slowly reached into his belt and
pulling something out enclosed in his fist. He could feel the
discontent around him.

But he had enough. Enough constructed death. Enough war. Enough pain.
So many had died out of balance.

When he opened his hand a crystal floated peacefully above his palm,
spinning almost lazily, gaining speed as Obi-Wan reached up towards
the sky with his free hand. He reached inside himself for both the
dark and the light, the Force ascending like a crescendo in his ears,
both sides clambering for his undivided attention.

Absently he wondered what the Force sensitive saw as the crystal
started to spin ever faster above his palm and glow red as Obi-Wan
drew the dark construct out of the sky and into the crystal he had
prepared. He hadn’t even been sure what to do with it, only that the
Force had whispered he’d need it.

Now he knew.

He was draining the construct around the planet. Leaving no place for
the darkness in the seat of power to hide anymore as the crystal
glowed ever brighter of red, staining his white armor red. ‘Careful
my Obi-Wan. You are threading dangerously close to the dark.’

‘Shhh Qui-Gon. I will trade away my Light if I have to. But not
yet. I am simply tearing down a barrier against balance and peace.’

And then he let go, the crystal pulsing red as it stilled in his hand
and he peered curiously at it. “…I had wondered about the
darkness pulsing in the very dept of Coruscant. I thought it was just
the Sith monastery that the Jedi temple is built on. Very clever of
you Darth Sidious, hide within a construct that cover a whole planet.
I wonder how long it took you to set up.” He called out before
looking up to meet Palpatine’s flashing eyes.

“My battle cries has been called, my orders have faded, I’ve lead
men to their death and sung my grief to the sky. All for a war
planned and implemented by a agent of the Dark and the Chaotic.”
Obi-Wan slid forward like a stalking predator, never looking away
from the yellowing eyes of Palpatine.

He ignored Anakin’s sharply taken breath. He ignored the shifting
Jedi’s around him and the way Palpatine’s bodyguards moved to block
him.

“Its enough.” Obi-Wan stopped, the spinning crystal
twirling lazily. “I say its enough.” The darkness around
goaded at Palpatine and the man lips drew back in a snarl, exposing
him from his kind grandfather visage as the man drew his lightsaber
from his robes.

Yet Obi-Wan made no move even as the Sith lord himself pounced
towards him, the red saber extended towards him.

Behind him he heard Anakin sharp cry and the swish of Ahsoka drawing
her lightsabers.

But Palpatine never reached Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan lifted his chin ever so slightly and the lightsaber stopped a
inch from the white armor plate, Palpatine floating in front of him
mid-pounce.

Molten green and raging yellow clashed over the red saber and then
Obi-Wan jerked his chin again and expelled the man backwards in a
tumble of absurdly expensive robes and crackling rage until he
skidded to a stop.

And yet as he struggled to his feet, the Jedi against him never
lifted a finger except to keep his eyes on him.

“Sheeve Palpatine, you stand accused of high treason. For the
engineering of the clone wars, for supplying both the Separatists and
the Republic arms, for prolonging and engaging war across several
planets. For embezzling and murder. For the limitation of bacta
across the galaxy causing countless deaths. For abusing your position
as Supreme Chancellor. The evidence has been distributed to eighteen
different senators of the Republic you were entrusted to protect and
will be publicly offered to the whole Senate.”  Obi-Wan’s
voice was filled with his very Force essence, his words rang with
certainty and clarity across the landing platform. “How do you
plead?” He dropped back into the Jedi he was, not what he had
become in front of everyone.

Palpatine gave a low, animalistic growl. “You know not what you
unleash today. You will regret this. I am Cha-”

“You are nothing but a despot, removed from his post. You are no
longer Supreme commander nor Supreme Chancellor. You instigated war
across the galaxy for your own power. You will find no friends
tomorrow in the Republic.” Obi-Wan stared calmly at the man.

With a enraged cry the man threw himself of the platform and Obi-Wan
closed his eyes, following his trail as several Jedi’s followed in
pursuit of the Sith.

A soft clack by his feet made Obi-Wan open his eyes again and look
down, meeting the aged eyes of Yoda.

The two stared at each other before the green troll nodded to the
ominous glowing crystal. “Do with it you will?”

Obi-Wan hummed as the crystal did another lazy twirl before he
covered the crystal with both his hands, reaching once again inside
himself once again. When he opened his hands only dust lightly blew
out of his hand and away with the wind.

“Hmm, stronger you are. But different.”

“I am who I always been. The difference is what I’m willing to
accept.” Obi-Wan sighed and looked to the sky again. “…Senator
Amidala will be presenting the proof tomorrow. She was quite incensed
with Palpatine’s deception and is also reviewing his grasp as the
Senator of Naboo.”

“A new dawn it is.” Yoda tapped his stick before touching it to
Obi-Wan’s shin. “A better one?”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and reached with the Force to the future.
“There’s balance in the future. I won’t say peace. The galaxy is
never truly at peace but…” A smile curled his lips and he opened
his eyes again. “We go back to our original purpose.”

That made Yoda chuckle quietly before nodding. “Good that is. Talk
with your former padawan and grand padawan you should. Find Palpatine
we will.” Yoda moved forward with Mace, the Korun master sending
Obi-Wan a long look with something close to awe in them.

It sent Obi-Wan’s stomach plummeting until he smiled carefully at the
man and turned back to Anakin and Ahsoka.

“Master Yoda is right. It seems we are overdue for a conversation.”
He smiled carefully while running a hand through his hair, some of it
falling over and into his eyes.

What about a KaminoAU h/c with someone realizing Obi-Wan sleeps with others because that’s the only time he gets touched in a vaguely loving/affectionate manner and being horrified by that. I mean I love all the prompts where it gets r-rated but sad head canon suddenly threw that at me and said deal with it and now I’m all :( please make it better?

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He wanted to say it hadn’t taken him long to notice. He wanted to say
of course he had noticed how Obi-Wan leaned into the slightest of
kind touches every time they went to bed together. But he hadn’t.

Cody prided himself on being observant but he hadn’t been observant
of this.

Had assumed it a quirk, first of Jedi then of Obi-Wan himself.

Falling into a bed or two then three and four.

His, Rex, Waxer and Boil’s, Fives, Jesse and so on.

But perhaps it was something more fundamentally.

Cody stroked the soft skin underneath Obi-Wan’s eye with his thumb,
noting how the man practically melted into his touch. His eyes were
closed and his position relaxed as he pushed into Cody’s hand.

A soft needy quality to his moves that had nothing to do with sex but
all to do with intimacy of a different type.

His vods knew how to hold each other. Knew what closeness they needed
but perhaps this Jedi, perhaps Jedi in general, never really had
that.

Or perhaps it was just one Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Whatever it was, Cody needed to talk to the other vods about it
because this couldn’t be allowed to stand, not with the pit of pain
forming in Cody’s stomach that he knew the others would mirror.

But first he needed Obi-Wan to know that his touches were not reliant
on sex as a goal as he shuffled the man closer to him and into his
lap, tucking the mans copper head into his neck and stroking his hair
and down his back, just shushing him quietly when the Jedi made a
curious noise when Cody didn’t undress either of them.

“Cody?”

“Hmm, just wanted to hold you for a while. You’re nice and warm.”
Cody offered in return, feeling Obi-Wan tense up then suddenly melt
against him as Cody slowly rubbed along the Jedi’s spine. He glanced
up as the door opened, Waxer standing there with a curious look in
his eyes.

Cody instantly shifted a hand of Obi-Wan to form hand signals,
watching Waxer’s eyes narrow in confusion before widening in shock at
what he was signing.

And then the other vod was gone.

‘Good. The rest will know within the hour.’ Cody settled back to hold
the Jedi as tight as he could, keeping his touches slow and gentle
and above the waistline.

Vampire obiwan first turning into a bat and then being mistaken by quigon as lost and abandoned. While obiwan just pretends to be a helpless little bat and gets all the affection from quigon but then changes back while on quigon’s lab.

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It had been a weird tickling sensation that the Force had prodded him
to follow while meditating in the quarters. Obi-Wan had been hesitant
of it, unsure what it could be but then again if the Force was the
one prodding him forward it couldn’t be bad, could it?

Well he wouldn’t call it bad exactly but now he was stuck as tiny
thing with leathery wings. ‘I’m a damn bat. You have got to be
kriffing with me.’ He squeaked in annoyance and squirmed, trying to
figure out how his leathery wings worked.

Oh he was so glad he hadn’t left the quarters to meditate in one of
the larger rooms or in the fountain room. No one was here to see his
humiliation.

Well except…

“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon stepped out of his bedroom and looked around
in some confusion. “Where did that boy g-oh, well hello there.”
Qui-Gon’s deep blue eyes locked onto Obi-Wan’s small form on the
floor.

He walked over and Obi-Wan could feel the vibrating of the man
walking closer to him and nattered up at him. He instantly felt a
soft calm brush over him and wondered if this was how Qui-Gon
connected to creatures.

“My my, aren’t you in the wrong place.” Qui-Gon smiled softly as
he carefully picked up the small bat with his large hands. “You
don’t belong in these quarters, did you come in through the open
window?” He peered at it while stroking a large thumb over the soft
fur of Obi-Wan’s head.

It felt nice.

“I wasn’t aware that Eastern Red bats even existed on Coruscant.
Perhaps you escaped from somewhere?” Qui-Gon moved to the couch and
sat down, settling the small red creature on his lap, stroking the
affectionate little thing with gentle fingers.

It felt really nice, it felt like the contact Obi-Wan had so craved
to earn from his Master and he couldn’t stop the cooing rumbles that
escaped him while nuzzling into the touch, delighting in the deep
chuckle that escaped the Master Jedi.

“Affectionate and tame. Perhaps someones pet then? Very young too
from what I can tell, a adolescent.” Two fingertips rubbed at his
chest and Obi-Wan crawled further up into Qui-Gon’s lap, using his
feet and wings to get closer to the man.

Qui-Gon allowed it.

For a second Obi-Wan felt jealous of himself and wondered why Qui-Gon
couldn’t be this affectionate with him before just enjoying what he
had been blessed with. Qui-Gon was a broken man, he knew that, just
take what he was given for now and explain himself later.

Especially when those fingers found a little spot lower on his spine
that made him arch like a cat and rumble as loud as the little body
he had could.

And then he was back, sitting in Qui-Gon’s lap while both blinked
owlishly at each other.

“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon fingers were still on his back.

“H-Hi?” Obi-Wan stammered back.

“…You turned into a bat?” There was a twitching of the others
lips and Obi-Wan squirmed. “I-I just followed the prodding of the
Force Master but…yes?”

Qui-Gon’s lips twitched heavily before he started laughing, pulling
the boy tightly against his chest as he held him. “Oh that’s…you
are just precious padawan of mine.” He held the boy tightly to him.

Obi-Wan blinked into that warm chest before smiling shyly, clinging
to the others tunic as he enjoyed the warm hug he was given.

Obi Wan really doesn’t think faking his deathduring the Hardeen mission is fair to those who care about him. The council overrules him but he manages to warn Cody so he can get word to the rest of Obi Wans friends.

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Overrun and over voted, one of the youngest on the council and he had
no room to leverage any weight in that room.

Kit, Adi and Plo had been on his side but four against the rest of
the council did not get them anywhere and Obi-Wan wondered as he had
so many other times about the insanity of the war they were trapped
in and how it had spread to the very high tower of the Jedi Council.

Fake his own death for the comfort of the the Senator and not to
create a fuss around him. What about the propaganda they had set up
with him as a figure head.

Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut. He wouldn’t have long, telling Anakin
now was out of the question, he’d protest and make a fuss about it,
drag it in front of the Council and giving them ‘right’ about his
emotional state.

‘You could tell…he’d know to send the information through the
ranks…’ Obi-Wan opened his eyes and moved quickly to his coms,
typing in the number for the person he needed and waited, his stomach
clenching. “Commander Cody.”

“Cody. I need you to come to my quarters, asap.” He hung up
before the commander could answer and moved to his tiny kitchenette,
wondering when he’d see it the next time as he started making a pot
of tea.

A knock half a hour later made him sigh in relief as he waved his
hand in a frivolous use of Force to let the trooper in.

“I came as quickly as I could General, wha-that’s sapir tea.”
Cody blinked then locked the door behind him and moved to the couch,
kneeling down in front of his General with his eyes locked on the now
empty cup in the mans hands.

Slowly he pried it out of the others hands and set it on the small
coffee table before holding the others hands tightly, still on his
knees in front of the other man.

“What’s happened?”

“The Jedi Council has lost all its marbles. And I need you to make
sure those who care about me don’t lose theirs.”

()()()()

Obi-Wan looked up to meet Anakin’s annoyed but knowing blue eyes as
the blaster shots continued to rain down aimed towards Obi-Wan. But
he knew, that was what Obi-Wan saw.

The knowing look in both Ahsoka and Anakin’s eyes.

It made him smile tightly before he nodded to them. “Alright,
here’s the plan.”

It was going to be alright.

It was going to be alright because those who cared for him knew he
wouldn’t be gone.

()()()

“If it makes you all feel any better, falling of that building and
getting shot did hurt.” Obi-Wan offered as he sat down in his
quarters and rubbed his smooth face.

“At least the Chancellor is safe?” Ahsoka smiled at him before
giggling. “You look really weird without your hair.” Obi-Wan gave
him a dry look and rubbed his shoulder with a grunt of pain. “We
really need to look into prisoner practice though.”

Anakin frowned at that and sat down, carefully pushing the tunics to
the side to hiss at the deep black bruise on the mans shoulder.
“Obi-Wan…did they treat this at all? Did you?”

“No. And I had no time. Considering it all I may have to be
flattered.” He chuckled then grunted as the younger Jedi accepted a
tub of bacta ointment from Cody. “I can d-”

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin offered in warning before carefully applying it
to the large bruise. He pretended not to notice Obi-Wan’s shoulders
slowly sink down as he did. “Padme sends her regards, she was
worried when she saw how you fell.”

“You told her?”

“Had to talk to someone. Everyone who cares about you knew.”
Anakin also pretended not to see Obi-Wan’s eyes curve into a his
version of a hidden smile.

“Anakin…thank you. Oh, tea, thank you Rex…errg…you didn’t
brew this did you?”

Rex rolled his eyes and gestured to his smug looking brother. “No,
Cody did sir. I can’t brew tea worth a damn.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach him yet.” Cody snarked as his General
took a slow sip of tea and Anakin fixed the tunic back into place.

“Does the council suspect you told us?” Ahsoka asked.

Obi-Wan snorted. “If they did, no one said anything. But if they
had known, Yoda at least would be wacking me over the shins. So no, I
don’t think they suspect. You all played your roles…beautifully.”
He smiled at them.

Could you maybe write Ani and Obi meeting in TPM but with a blind!Obi-Wan?

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Milky green meets his and Anakin clings more tightly to the hand even
as he greets this Jedi with enthusiasm. Milky green and looking
slightly over his head with pink scars crossing to both sides of the
mans otherwise so pale skin.

He doesn’t ask the question itching on the tip of his tongue as he
lets go of the larger then his hand though and Obi-Wan stands slowly
and offers his hand to his master, pulling the tall man to his feet
alongside him before picking up the cane he had dropped when he knelt
down.

“Obi-Wan we’ll need to inform the Queen and contact the counci-”
Its a rush of things that needs to be done after that, of a engine
that needs installing and Anakin is quietly shifted to the side while
the adults work. Obi-Wan however remembers him and stops by with a
warm blanket, a large glass of water and a tray full of juicy fruit
pieces that are unfamiliar but good.

But best of all is that gentle hand that passes carefully over his
hair before the copper haired man is on the move again, his cane
brushing carefully in front of him to avoid the things. Anakin can’t
help but watch him smoothly avoid anything living with ease that
doesn’t involve his cane.

He wonders if it has to do with the Force.

He has more questions then ever and no time to ask them as both
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were busy.

And then they aren’t anymore.

He looked up from his warm blue milk to watch Obi-Wan in his under
tunic come from the direction of the engines, his cane tapping ever
so lightly on the ground with a large streak of engine oil on his
cheek that touches part of the pink scars. “Anakin? You’re still in
here.” Obi-Wan stopped, blinking in surprise before making his way
to the former slave. “Ah, right, there’s no other quarters…
apologies little one.” A elegant and scarred hand touched the back
of one of the chairs before Obi-Wan carefully sat down. “I hope
you’re not bored?”

“Well, no…well kind of. Padme got me this puzzle thing and its
really interesting.”

“But that alone can’t hold your mind huh?” Obi-Wan smiled, the
smudges of oil stretching a bit along with his scars. Anakin stared
at them, they looked painful despite obviously being old.

“Hmm?” Obi-Wan tilted his head at the silence.

“Oh sorry, I was just…you got oil on your face.” Anakin covered
up, not wanting to offend the man. He knew better then to offend
someone powerful, he had learned that lesson rather swiftly.

Obi-Wan reached for his face before stopping only a inch from it and
grimacing. “Oh dear, I thought it was just sweat. That’s
unfortunate.” He sighed.

“Do you want me to get a moist cloth from the fabricators?”
Anakin offered, already jumping of the chair.

“Would you? That would be nice Anakin.” The other smiled to him,
those dimples from earlier coming forth again and Anakin beamed in
return as he hurried to get one of the softer cloth napkins that he
moistened and hurried back with.

“Would you clean it of?” Obi-Wan asked. “Since I can’t see it.
Wouldn’t do for me to spread it around my face.” He chuckled and
then helped Anakin to sit on the table in front of him so Anakin
could slowly clean the oil of the face, feeling the rougher scars
beneath the cloth when he washed those.

“…Can you really be a Jedi if your blind?” He whispered,
stopping to rest his fingertips on the pink scarring.

“Yes. It takes work, but there are ways to see with the Force. I
see you but not as you see me.” Obi-Wan petted Anakin’s knee, still
smiling. “If you have questions Anakin, I’ll answer them if I can.”

Anakin mulled over that. “I saw master Qui-Gon with his lightsaber,
but I haven’t seen yours.” He swiped lower on the cheek, grinning
when he saw a dark mole come out of all the oil.

Obi-Wan pulled his cane closer in response. “Can you see how my
cane is bigger in the top area?”

“Uhu.” Anakin nodded despite the other not being able to see it.

The copper haired Jedi grinned. “Now watch.” He twisted it and
suddenly he was standing with a hilt in his hand and the rest of the
cane in his other.

“Your cane is your lightsaber!” Anakin stared, gasping.

“Exactly, that way its always with me should I need it. It takes me
just as long to twist it free from the extension as it takes other
Jedi’s to pull theirs from their belt.” Obi-Wan chuckled and
reassembled his cane again.

The oil gone the nine year old gently touched the scars, hesitating.

Obi-Wan hummed then carefully covered the small hands with his own
warm ones. “There was a attack on a few unattended Initiates when I
was young. I took the brunt of that impact with a acid attack.” He
smiled at Anakin and the blond fingers dug a bit into the scars in
shock, staring at the other with wide eyes.

“They attacked Jedi children?”

“Not everyone likes us. Some consider us no more then lapdogs of
the Republic. Some think we are to meddling. Others think we are out
after power. If you’re angry and in a group you think will protect
you, you may gather the courage to attack…but you may still go
after the weakest members.” Obi-Wan murmured before closing his
eyes as Anakin continued gently touching the scars.

“Do they hurt?”

“Sometimes. If I’m on warm planet they can be very sensitive
because of the heat.” The Jedi murmured. “I thought you’d have
questions about Jedi’s and the Force honestly, not me.”

Anakin shrugged and continued gently touching the scars. “Your warm
and here. I can ask about Jedi’s later. And the Force will always be
there right?”

A amused huff escaped the other male and Anakin grinned at that,
finding comfort in those warm hands covering his own along with
Obi-Wan’s smiling face.

It was nice. It was like when Padme smiled at him.

Warm.

An AU where Obi-wan proved to be the Chosen One.

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“…No…” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling another life snuff out,
feeling another bright light in the Force fade. To young, to young to
fade, to young to disappear from the galaxy, to young to fade from
this battlefield.

This was not how Jedi’s were suppose to be. Not warriors.

They were peacekeepers. Tasked with the peace of the galaxy, not its
wars.

Obi-Wan’s heart was breaking.

This couldn’t stand. Not anymore.

He stood, slowly, steadily, slipping from Anakin’s grasping hand like
water as he moved around the barriers and past other grasping hands
that wanted to hold him back.

No. Not anymore.

Obi-Wan had been so good as a child, he had tried so hard, he had
fought to keep his anger in check and use the light that so shined
inside him.

But Obi-Wan was not only light, he belong to the light side of the
Force yes but every light source made a shadow. And as he stepped
forward he reached for it, for all the parts that made him into the
person he was.

His joy, his grief, his calmness, his raw anger and fierce
protectiveness.

And he heard the Force sing back to him, his ears filling with it as
he raised his hand. “I said NO MORE!” His voice was
louder then the sound of a bomb and deeper then normal as the Force
responded to him.

Every droid in front of him froze, every blast in the air and every
rocket. In a wide circle around rocks were lifting of the ground as
the eddies of the Force started to whisper to the Jedi that it had
loved so long and tested the resolve of as the years passed.

Obi-Wan barely noticed the troopers around him had frozen as well but
he could feel thousands of eyes on him as he stepped forward. “Enough
death. Enough pain. This ends now. We have scarified enough. No more
battlefields of tears.” He turned his eyes on Dooku, living
green fire in his eyes as he looked past the darkness in the man to
the real pit of darkness on Coruscant.

“Balance will be struck even if I have to give up my Light.
This ends here.”

Mace/Obi or maybe some Obi-wan as Mace’s padawan?

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Mace stared at this spitfire of a Initiate, with burning anger and
fear curling in his stomach as the green eyed youth stared back at
him.

‘Force, so strong and no Master has taken him on?’ Mace rubbed a hand
over his scalp. ‘So strong… because of his temper perhaps?’ The
Korun master remembered another Initiate this volatile, another one
this strong who had barely been picked yet said Master had supported
him.

That had been Mace.

And now there was this one, almost thirteen and so strong and
seemingly capable and just so full of shatterpoints that he could
possibly shape the galaxy in the coming ages.

To Agricorps?

No.

Not this one. Mace shifted and stood up straight and held out his
hand to the copper haired Initiate. “I am Master Mace Windu and I
would like to take you as my padawan. If you wish Initiate…?” He
let the question hang as wide green eyes stared at him.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi Master Windu.” The spitfire
whispered, all fire suddenly gone as he stared at Mace hand before
slowly taking it, the glow of a bond suddenly but strongly lighting
up.

“Mace. Master Mace padawan.” Mace allowed a thin smile to cross
his lips as he pulled the teen closer to him and trapped the gangly
and unsure teen against him, folding him in a slightly stiff but
welcoming hug.

“Welcome padawan Obi-Wan.”

Moar of double jump Obi Au pleeeeeaaaaase?? *^*

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Qui-Gon settled at the end of the medbay, carefully shifting the
blanket back to expose Obi-Wan’s feet and pulling the left ankle into
his lap. Running his fingers over the flesh of it he remembered the
limp as they had come up from the facility after getting his padawan
and the older version of him out of the cell.

Kix had found nothing on the scans however and as Qui-Gon probed at
it with both his fingertips and the Force, he was more certain it was
a phantom injury that lingered in Obi-Wan’s mind more then anything
else.

Inspection done, he lingered, fingers stroking slowly over the foot
in his lap as he stared at the sleep softened features of his
padawan. So young and unchanged and bright in the Force. Qui-Gon had
been unable to leave his side, needing the other close to his side as
a reassurance that he was real.

He had almost wept openly when there had been a questioning, gentle
touch to his mind, that distinct sensation of Obi-Wan looking for
their bond and finding it, reconnecting them.

“You really missed him huh?” Qui-Gon almost jumped of the bed in
shock and took a deep breath to still his surprised nerves as he
focused on the other man who was laying on his side in the next bed.

This was the Obi-Wan from a different galaxy, the one where Obi-Wan
had lived and Qui-Gon died. Qui-Gon had been so preoccupied with his
Obi-Wan that he had barely paid more then a token attention to the
others explenation to Mace. It was ground for fascinating research
and once he was more…settled, he’d be very interested in the
theoretical implications of it.

“Apologies, I learned to be quiet during the war.”

“I…was preoccupied. But yes, I did miss…him.” He hesitated
and the other chuckled a bit.

“I think…for simplicity, you can call me Ben. I already told Mace
the same earlier when we were talking together before he went to
inform the council.”

“Ben.” Qui-Gon agreed, eyes flickering over the grown man then
looking back to Obi-Wan. Ben seemed amused by the examination and
allowed it to happen.

“Different aren’t we?” He teased.

“You both feel the same almost, but you are more jaded, cynical.”
Qui-Gon offered softly then winced at his own blunt statement.

“War does that to you. And he’s…unchanged from that day on Naboo.
I can only imagine how odd this is for you.” He chuckled quietly.

“Me? How about you. You must be longing to get home.”

Ben’s face twisted a bit before smiling sadly. “Yes and no…but
its of no matter really. I got the impression from the Count that
going back was a impossibility for a Jedi…and perhaps even a sith.”

Ancient sith ritual…right, going home would be impossible unless
resorting to things Jedi did not. “Do you know anything about what
he did?”

“I believe he might have used the living Force of people to rip me
and Obi-Wan from the Force. Its…not a pleasant thought, I’m trying
not to think to much of it.” Ben sighed and slowly sat up, stroking
his hair out of the way.

‘He’s gorgeous…oh Force, did I really think that about my own
padawan? I…is he honestly the same as my padawan?’ Qui-Gon glanced
at the sleeping Obi-Wan then back to Ben. “Do you need anything?”

“No, no Kix left me water in case I got thirsty. He warned me not
to drink to quickly though.” Ben chuckled. “I just spent a full
year on a desert planet, I’m quite aware I shouldn’t glug water when
dehydrated.”

Qui-Gon smiled a bit. “I imagine you’ll be brought in front of the
council when we get to the temple. Will you be alright?”

“I kind of have to be. But I highly doubt the council is out to
impale me. Though then again-” Ben waggled his eyebrows
conspiratorially. “Depa might want a piece of my fine sculpted
backside.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes widened and then couldn’t help it, a loud laugh
bubbling out from his throat, promptly waking Obi-Wan who looked at
both of them in sleepy confusion before muttering about old men and
curling back up, shifting so both his feet went into his master’s
lap.

How to train your dragon AU where all the Jedi have dragons and padawan obi although late to find dragon ends up getting a super cool rare one jealousy ensues but obi wan still cant find a master (sry if the promt is not great BUT basically an AU where every Jedi gets a dragon)

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He’s not angry.

Not really.

Anger doesn’t help him. He is worried though as he gently strokes the
smooth shell of the egg with his hands, a small frown on his face.

Obi-Wan was so sure that his dragon would come any day. He was close
to thirteen and had no master but surely he’d have his dragon right?

Only…no.

His black dragon egg was still smooth and hard to the touch, faintly
warm to the touch. Even Bruck’s egg had hatched and now only Obi-Wan
was alone of his creche mates with a unhatched egg. Bant had early
gotten a blue sea dragon from her egg. Garen had a deep black space
dragon that could actually fly through space of all things and Reft
had one with fur that shone silvery in the light.

Yet Obi-Wan was all alone with his egg. He knew several knights and
even older masters were looking at it oddly and he wondered if his
unhatched egg was one of the reasons no masters had dared to pick
him.

He doesn’t think he’s done something wrong.

He’s done what everyone else does. He’s kept the egg warm, feed it
bits and pieces of his Force energy, kept the egg clean and the last
few months he’s been keeping it close to him everyday. But yet his
egg hasn’t hatched and its a steady case for Bruck to keep taunting
him.

Little Oafy-Wan and his empty egg.

“…I know you’re in there.” Obi-Wan whispered, his black egg
held in his lap, stroking it slowly with his fingertips. “I know
you’re alive.” He hugged the egg to his chest and put his cheek on
the top of it.

There was no response and Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and held more
tightly onto it, slowly feeding bits and pieces of his own Force
energy into the egg, humming softly under his breath as he let his
emotions take charge and flavor the way he feed into the egg.

His longing, his love, his genuine awe and his adoration for the
being inside the egg.

There was a cracking sound and Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open in
surprise, lifting his head up to look at the slowly appearing cracks
covering the black shell and the small Initiate held his breath as
parts of the shell started to fall apart and a small golden snout
peeked out.

Out of the black shell a golden dragon came, about the size of a
large house cat as it stared up at Obi-Wan with the deepest shade of
green eyes Obi-Wan had ever seen. It had a stripe of almost white fur
along its back that ended in a puffy flickering tail and strong
looking talons. And when it spread its wings Obi-Wan could see a
already larger then average wingspan.

Obi-Wan reached out with trembling fingers and stroked along the fur
line, laughing breathlessly when the scaled creature purred under his
chest and started pushing egg shell remains out of his lap to curl up
on his human.

“H-Hello…Mika.” He whispered, beaming in glee when his dragon
purred in acceptance of the name.

“Your dragon I see you have.” Obi-Wan looked up quickly, beaming
at Yoda in response as the grandmaster smiled at him, sitting on the
back of his own dragon. The murky swamp dragon snorted at the
hatcling then settled as Yoda climbed of him to hobble closer, old
eyes peering at the golden dragon. “Yes Master. She…” Obi-Wan
couldn’t stop smiling, his emotions bubbling into the Force and
making Mika chirrup at him in shared glee.

Yoda chuckled quietly. “A golden empress you have Obi-Wan. Rare
they are, queens in their own right. Powerful flyers, able to command
respect from others.” A clawed hand reached out to Mika and she
snuffed at his hand before curling back up on Obi-Wan, getting a
cackle out of the old master. “To be tamed they are not, companions
they are. Respected and loved, if loyalty gained they are friends for
life.”

Yoda knelt down slowly to smile at Obi-Wan. “Space flyers they are,
scales harder then diamonds, fire breathers and mothers, protective
of their brood. Strong your little one will be. Treat her right you
must. But loved she is, bonded you two already are. Knows your love
she does.”