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If ever you’re in the mood to write some quiobi smut, maybe something with Obi Wan coming from just some fully clothed making out. He’s embarrassed, Qui Gon is just suuuuuper flattered!

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If there is one thing Obi-Wan will
never get tired off, its kissing Qui-Gon. The very sharp reminder
that the man is alive regardless of everything else that happens
because each kiss reminds him so.

Soft or gentle, hot and passionate,
slow and deep.

On the lips, the cheeks or his hands.

All of them reminds him that Qui-Gon is
alive and there with him.

Of course then there were the kisses
when Qui-Gon needed to remind himself that Obi-Wan was alive, when
the bigger man bluntly trapped him against a wall, lips hot and needy
against his with Obi-Wan’s legs hitch up around the others waist
with a pleased whine as his lips were pried open by the others tongue
and his hands buried into Qui-Gon’s hair.

The bruises along his back ached but
were ignored in favor of the sensation of Qui-Gon pressed against
him, burning hot and all consuming in the size difference.

Safety.

Obi-Wan whined against his mouth again,
taking a sharp breath when the other pulled back. “Qu-” He never
got to finish the words as the other went for his jawline and neck. A
trail like fire along his jaw and throat to where neck meet shoulder,
a careful bite as his head was tilted back with a careful grasp of
his hair.

Mewling, Obi-Wan arched his body
against the other man with his heels digging into the others back.
“Oh First Light.” He rasped out.

“Still with me love?” Qui-Gon’s
voice was hoarse against his throat, the rumble sliding down to
Obi-Wan’s toes and making them curl.

“Oh Force yes. Qui-Gon…” Obi-Wan
gave a sharp inhale when the other gave his throat a little nip. “No
marks Qui-Gon.” He moaned, mewling when the other just chuckled
against his throat.

“No? Don’t want a ring of hickies?”
The other breathed against his throat. “Could show it off. I like
showing you off.”

‘Oh it would be such a terrible
idea…’ Obi-Wan panted, hands digging into the back of Qui-Gon’s
tunics. ‘Mace would tease like hell… and Yoda would stare while
we have tea a-’ A gentle nip again  right below his ear. “Oh
fuck.” He grunted.

“No marks?” Qui-Gon hummed.

“…All the marks.” Obi-Wan groaned
then yelped when Qui-Gon shifted him a bit up with the wall and his
thighs as leverage, teeth, tongue and lips instantly working away on
his neck.

Obi-Wan dug his nails into the others
back, shuddering as his entire body started to tense with the
sensation and his hips jolted a bit. “Q-Qui-Go-Ah!” Obi-Wan
groaned, knees digging into the others sides as he whined in both
embarrassment and pleasure as wet heat spread along his crotch.

There was a breathless moment before
Qui-Gon pulled his face away to peer at him, lips bruised and red
with a bit of saliva hanging onto them, eyes slightly wide before
they curved into a pleased smile.

Obi-Wan shivered, chest heaving before
he managed to pull his hands from the others tunics and cover his
face. “Force…I’m so sor-”

“Don’t. Honestly I’m flattered
you respond so well to me Obi-Wan.” The other gave a breathy little
chuckle, voice still hoarse before he took the other by the wrists
and pulled them from his face, pressing kisses to both palms before
kissing him on the nose. “Very flattered.”

“I don’t think I’ve done that
since I was a teenager.” Obi-Wan shifted.

“Cum in your pants?” Qui-Gon
shifted a bit, sliding his hands beneath Obi-Wan’s thighs to heft
him up a bit.

“That, yes.” He responded as he
quickly wrapped his arms around the others neck, breathing going back
to normal.

“So I wreck havoc on your control
eh?” Qui-Gon grinned, slowly moving from the wall towards the
bedroom.

“…Oh you’re so smug aren’t
you.”

“Considering we’re heading towards
the bedroom now and I got you off without even touching you beneath
the clothes, yes, quite.”

Obi-Wan felt a flush crawl back up his
face before he leaned in and nipped at the others ear. “Best get me
into bed and out of these clothes then so I can return the favor.”
He whispered, grinning when Qui-Gon teased up before growling
playfully at his younger lover.

Does Anakin have another nickname for Obi Wan that isn’t ‘Old Man’? How do others react to him calling him it? Maybe when he was worried about him after another one of Obi Wan’s famous complete-disregards-for-his-own-safety-in-favor-of-others stunts?

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Sighing deeply Anakin looked at Cody
and then at Rex concerned faces before looking back to where his
master was bent over his work, scribbling and squinting at the battle
plans and supply orders. “Alright, I’ll get him to bed.” He
nodded to the two before moving to his old master’s side and
resting a hand on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan?”

“Mmmn?”

“You’ve been awake for four days
and that leg wound of yours need rest, its time to get to bed.”
Anakin used his best soothing and coaxing tone. Not that it generally
worked on Obi-Wan but hey, he had to try.

Being all diplomatic and that shit that
he generally had no patience for really.

But he’d try for Obi-Wan’s sake.

“Mmmn, in an hour, gotta finish
this.” Obi-Wan waved his hand a bit. “We need ammunition and
food. And I’m sitting, resting the leg.”

Absently taking note of Ahsoka joining
the troopers in watching Obi-Wan with worry Anakin sighed and rubbed
the others shoulder steadily. “Tabby, its time for bed.”

A breathless moment before Obi-Wan
moved his more then likely sore eyes from the tablet in front of him
and looked up at Anakin while squinting a bit. “Huh?”

“I said, Tabby its time for bed.”
The blond repeated, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s shoulder lightly while
the other squinted up at him.

There was a breathless sort of silence
as the display of holos and tablets highlighted the shadows around
Obi-Wan before the man grunted and held his arm up. Anakin instantly
helped him up, pulling the arm up around his shoulder and settled his
other hand on Obi-Wan’s hips. “There we go, lets get you to bed
Tabby.”

Giving a bone cracking yawn Obi-Wan
leaned on the others side while letting himself be supported. “Mmmn,
just get me to my damn bed before you make me cry.” He mumbled,
hobbling along to his assigned tent while leaning his head on the
others shoulder.

“Sure thing.” Anakin chuckled.

Carefully he got Obi-Wan settled on his
bunk, helping him out of his gauntlets, boots and outer tunic with
care before he levered Obi-Wan’s legs into the bunk.

“You’re an ass Anakin.” Obi-Wan
mumbled suddenly even as he dragged the blanket over himself.

“Yeah I know. I’ll handle the
fallout.” He sniggered a bit as the other settled and dropped off
asleep in moments, clearly exhausted.

Ahsoka pounced on him the moment he
stepped out of the tent, staring wide eyed up at Anakin while
clinging to his tabards. “Tabby?” She hissed, her lekkus visibly
twitching and a grin luring around her mouth.

“Yeah? And?”

“When, how, WHY?” She giggled.

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest
with a small smile while cocking his head. “When I just became his
padawan, I wasn’t comfortable with calling Obi-Wan Master and he
didn’t want me to be uncomfortable, so he told me as long as we
were in private I could call him anything I wanted. So when he
started to call me for Nova, I started to call him for Tabby. And it
stuck since it wasn’t disrespectful.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I only use it in private usually but he tends to listen better to
me when I use his nickname if I think he’s pushing himself.”

“Oh my Force.” Ahsoka giggled and
pressed her forehead against Anakin’s arms while wiggling a bit
around in place. “Oh that is precious. Nova and Tabby. Tabby and
Nova. Is it because of the hair? Its the hair isn’t it? He’s like
the only redhead I’ve ever seen.”

“Its the hair. Yes.” Anakin
chuckled. “But I’m going to have to ask that this doesn’t get
spread around.” He spoke up a bit louder so the troopers could hear
him. “It honestly not something Obi-Wan wants to announce to the
galaxy and it is a nickname.”

There was some agreeing murmurs, a few
sniggers and Anakin had the strongest sensation that the nicknames
were going to find their way onto the extranet somehow.

Does Anakin have another nickname for Obi Wan that isn’t ‘Old Man’? How do others react to him calling him it? Maybe when he was worried about him after another one of Obi Wan’s famous complete-disregards-for-his-own-safety-in-favor-of-others stunts?

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Sighing deeply Anakin looked at Cody
and then at Rex concerned faces before looking back to where his
master was bent over his work, scribbling and squinting at the battle
plans and supply orders. “Alright, I’ll get him to bed.” He
nodded to the two before moving to his old master’s side and
resting a hand on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan?”

“Mmmn?”

“You’ve been awake for four days
and that leg wound of yours need rest, its time to get to bed.”
Anakin used his best soothing and coaxing tone. Not that it generally
worked on Obi-Wan but hey, he had to try.

Being all diplomatic and that shit that
he generally had no patience for really.

But he’d try for Obi-Wan’s sake.

“Mmmn, in an hour, gotta finish
this.” Obi-Wan waved his hand a bit. “We need ammunition and
food. And I’m sitting, resting the leg.”

Absently taking note of Ahsoka joining
the troopers in watching Obi-Wan with worry Anakin sighed and rubbed
the others shoulder steadily. “Tabby, its time for bed.”

A breathless moment before Obi-Wan
moved his more then likely sore eyes from the tablet in front of him
and looked up at Anakin while squinting a bit. “Huh?”

“I said, Tabby its time for bed.”
The blond repeated, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s shoulder lightly while
the other squinted up at him.

There was a breathless sort of silence
as the display of holos and tablets highlighted the shadows around
Obi-Wan before the man grunted and held his arm up. Anakin instantly
helped him up, pulling the arm up around his shoulder and settled his
other hand on Obi-Wan’s hips. “There we go, lets get you to bed
Tabby.”

Giving a bone cracking yawn Obi-Wan
leaned on the others side while letting himself be supported. “Mmmn,
just get me to my damn bed before you make me cry.” He mumbled,
hobbling along to his assigned tent while leaning his head on the
others shoulder.

“Sure thing.” Anakin chuckled.

Carefully he got Obi-Wan settled on his
bunk, helping him out of his gauntlets, boots and outer tunic with
care before he levered Obi-Wan’s legs into the bunk.

“You’re an ass Anakin.” Obi-Wan
mumbled suddenly even as he dragged the blanket over himself.

“Yeah I know. I’ll handle the
fallout.” He sniggered a bit as the other settled and dropped off
asleep in moments, clearly exhausted.

Ahsoka pounced on him the moment he
stepped out of the tent, staring wide eyed up at Anakin while
clinging to his tabards. “Tabby?” She hissed, her lekkus visibly
twitching and a grin luring around her mouth.

“Yeah? And?”

“When, how, WHY?” She giggled.

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest
with a small smile while cocking his head. “When I just became his
padawan, I wasn’t comfortable with calling Obi-Wan Master and he
didn’t want me to be uncomfortable, so he told me as long as we
were in private I could call him anything I wanted. So when he
started to call me for Nova, I started to call him for Tabby. And it
stuck since it wasn’t disrespectful.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I only use it in private usually but he tends to listen better to
me when I use his nickname if I think he’s pushing himself.”

“Oh my Force.” Ahsoka giggled and
pressed her forehead against Anakin’s arms while wiggling a bit
around in place. “Oh that is precious. Nova and Tabby. Tabby and
Nova. Is it because of the hair? Its the hair isn’t it? He’s like
the only redhead I’ve ever seen.”

“Its the hair. Yes.” Anakin
chuckled. “But I’m going to have to ask that this doesn’t get
spread around.” He spoke up a bit louder so the troopers could hear
him. “It honestly not something Obi-Wan wants to announce to the
galaxy and it is a nickname.”

There was some agreeing murmurs, a few
sniggers and Anakin had the strongest sensation that the nicknames
were going to find their way onto the extranet somehow.

Aww, reverseObi seems to have a pattern of causing wake-up calls by getting ‘hurt’. I am glad to see a variant of mind healers where they Don’t equal psychologists, double kudos for that. Does anyone worry about Anakin being in the presence of someone who can cause that reaction? Or would one of those dark things keep Ani from examining himself? And is Ashoka affected? Err, seems I have another dozen questions that can maybe be ignored if you tell us what happens next? Thank you muchly

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“Master Windu spoke to me about what you found.” Anakin glanced
to his former master and sighed a bit. “Of course he did…”

“You have to admit, its worrying, he has been around you since you
were a child.” Qui-Gon murmured. “Any…tampering?”

“None, I checked and I allowed the mind healers to check with me
too. Nothing, only my own darkness and doubts.” The blond shifted.
“And I checked on Ahsoka’s mind when she was here. Nothing. Only
Obi-Wan’s mind was tampered with.”

That left the question why.

Why would the sith risk it?

Why would someone as patient as Palpatine had been risk tampering
with Anakin’s new padawan?

The answer was obvious.

Obi-Wan was new. He was young. Full of light if a bit insecure.

Anakin’s commitment to his padawan and therefor the order was more
secured.

However if his padawan was to defect or even die…

He tensed his jaw and took a deep breath. “…He wants me to Fall.”

“…He wants you as his apprentice.” Qui-Gon countered quietly
and then sighed. “Its worrying but I know you Anakin, we can trust
you.” He rested a large hand on the others shoulder, giving him a
small smile. “Else you wouldn’t be here and wouldn’t have
Obi-Wan.”

Anakin looked away from his master. “At this point I’m starting
to wonder if its wise to trust me. If he really does want me…I have
secrets that…”

“Anakin…” Qui-Gon shifted to turn the other to him, looking
seriously at him if a bit awkward. “I know…what its like
to…have emotions…I told you about Tahl. I’ve always regretted
what might have been had we…” He sighed and Anakin winched,
covering the larger mans hands.  “…When the end of the war
comes…you can do anything you want, go anywhere…” Qui-Gon
murmured.

“Obi-Wan is going to need me for years still.” Anakin argued.

“Not…if you find an alternative master.” The older man smiled
at him and they stared at each other before Anakin squeezed the
others wrists in understanding.

“I was thinking of taking him along to introduce him to Senator
Amidala one of these days…” He grinned and Qui-Gon chuckled,
dropping his hands from the others shoulders. “She’s going to
spoil him, she adored Ahsoka. She’s going to adore Obi-Wan just as
much if not more the little negotiator he is.”

Anakin grimaced. “That little rascal conned both Waxer and Echo out
of a supply of gummi nexus. I had to confiscate them to tamper down
on his sugar intake.”

“I seem to remember someone else enjoying sugar.”

“Yes well he needs to eat normal food. I ate normal food. I ate
delicious normal food.” Anakin huffed.

“…True you ate like a growing teen should. Sometimes it was
amazing how much you could put away honestly at times. And the amount
of blue milk you consumed…” The other blinked. “Also, you
should warn your Captain. My Commander might try to steal Obi-Wan
away.”

“Steal…”

“Yes apparently since Obi-Wan was suppose to be my padawan, that
means he’s also now the 212 mascot. Or well Commander as they
insist.” Qui-Gon smirked lightly.

“Oh no he’s not, that is my padawan.” Anakin snorted.

Qui-Gon chuckled before nodding to something behind him. “Yes it
is, but it seems to make the youngling happy to be wanted by both.”

Anakin turned around and raised both eyebrows as Obi-Wan’s armor
now contained a yellow vambrace as he clung to Waxer’s back as the
man ran with him, being chased by Echo and Fives.

“OI! GIVE US BACK OUR COMMANDER!”

“HE’S OURS NOW! BOIL! HELP!”

Boil and Trapper suddenly joined the mini skirmish happening in camp,
bags of something white being pelted at the 501.

“…Are those marshmallows?”

“Certainly looks like it.”

“SUGAR WASTE! NOOO!” Obi-Wan cried out, his voice full of
laughter.

“He looks happy. In the middle of a troop camp.” Qui-Gon noted.

“…I’ve tried to preserve some happiness and safety from him.”
Anakin offered quietly.

“I hear he faced Ventress?”

“And played bait to get close to wreck her ribs. Yes. She’s angry
at him. I worry about the implications for the future for him. She
will carry a grudge.”

“Then you train him to be able to defend himself.”

“Could…would you…help me? Help me teach him while you’re
around.” Anakin clarified. “I’m good Qui-Gon. But I don’t
want to limit his skills to just what I know.”

“Anakin, it would be an honor.” Qui-Gon smiled warmly at him.

Aww, reverseObi seems to have a pattern of causing wake-up calls by getting ‘hurt’. I am glad to see a variant of mind healers where they Don’t equal psychologists, double kudos for that. Does anyone worry about Anakin being in the presence of someone who can cause that reaction? Or would one of those dark things keep Ani from examining himself? And is Ashoka affected? Err, seems I have another dozen questions that can maybe be ignored if you tell us what happens next? Thank you muchly

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“Master Windu spoke to me about what you found.” Anakin glanced
to his former master and sighed a bit. “Of course he did…”

“You have to admit, its worrying, he has been around you since you
were a child.” Qui-Gon murmured. “Any…tampering?”

“None, I checked and I allowed the mind healers to check with me
too. Nothing, only my own darkness and doubts.” The blond shifted.
“And I checked on Ahsoka’s mind when she was here. Nothing. Only
Obi-Wan’s mind was tampered with.”

That left the question why.

Why would the sith risk it?

Why would someone as patient as Palpatine had been risk tampering
with Anakin’s new padawan?

The answer was obvious.

Obi-Wan was new. He was young. Full of light if a bit insecure.

Anakin’s commitment to his padawan and therefor the order was more
secured.

However if his padawan was to defect or even die…

He tensed his jaw and took a deep breath. “…He wants me to Fall.”

“…He wants you as his apprentice.” Qui-Gon countered quietly
and then sighed. “Its worrying but I know you Anakin, we can trust
you.” He rested a large hand on the others shoulder, giving him a
small smile. “Else you wouldn’t be here and wouldn’t have
Obi-Wan.”

Anakin looked away from his master. “At this point I’m starting
to wonder if its wise to trust me. If he really does want me…I have
secrets that…”

“Anakin…” Qui-Gon shifted to turn the other to him, looking
seriously at him if a bit awkward. “I know…what its like
to…have emotions…I told you about Tahl. I’ve always regretted
what might have been had we…” He sighed and Anakin winched,
covering the larger mans hands.  “…When the end of the war
comes…you can do anything you want, go anywhere…” Qui-Gon
murmured.

“Obi-Wan is going to need me for years still.” Anakin argued.

“Not…if you find an alternative master.” The older man smiled
at him and they stared at each other before Anakin squeezed the
others wrists in understanding.

“I was thinking of taking him along to introduce him to Senator
Amidala one of these days…” He grinned and Qui-Gon chuckled,
dropping his hands from the others shoulders. “She’s going to
spoil him, she adored Ahsoka. She’s going to adore Obi-Wan just as
much if not more the little negotiator he is.”

Anakin grimaced. “That little rascal conned both Waxer and Echo out
of a supply of gummi nexus. I had to confiscate them to tamper down
on his sugar intake.”

“I seem to remember someone else enjoying sugar.”

“Yes well he needs to eat normal food. I ate normal food. I ate
delicious normal food.” Anakin huffed.

“…True you ate like a growing teen should. Sometimes it was
amazing how much you could put away honestly at times. And the amount
of blue milk you consumed…” The other blinked. “Also, you
should warn your Captain. My Commander might try to steal Obi-Wan
away.”

“Steal…”

“Yes apparently since Obi-Wan was suppose to be my padawan, that
means he’s also now the 212 mascot. Or well Commander as they
insist.” Qui-Gon smirked lightly.

“Oh no he’s not, that is my padawan.” Anakin snorted.

Qui-Gon chuckled before nodding to something behind him. “Yes it
is, but it seems to make the youngling happy to be wanted by both.”

Anakin turned around and raised both eyebrows as Obi-Wan’s armor
now contained a yellow vambrace as he clung to Waxer’s back as the
man ran with him, being chased by Echo and Fives.

“OI! GIVE US BACK OUR COMMANDER!”

“HE’S OURS NOW! BOIL! HELP!”

Boil and Trapper suddenly joined the mini skirmish happening in camp,
bags of something white being pelted at the 501.

“…Are those marshmallows?”

“Certainly looks like it.”

“SUGAR WASTE! NOOO!” Obi-Wan cried out, his voice full of
laughter.

“He looks happy. In the middle of a troop camp.” Qui-Gon noted.

“…I’ve tried to preserve some happiness and safety from him.”
Anakin offered quietly.

“I hear he faced Ventress?”

“And played bait to get close to wreck her ribs. Yes. She’s angry
at him. I worry about the implications for the future for him. She
will carry a grudge.”

“Then you train him to be able to defend himself.”

“Could…would you…help me? Help me teach him while you’re
around.” Anakin clarified. “I’m good Qui-Gon. But I don’t
want to limit his skills to just what I know.”

“Anakin, it would be an honor.” Qui-Gon smiled warmly at him.

There was a one shot you wrote a while ago of injured Young Knight Obi-Wan and teenage Anakin crash landing on a planet and Obi-Wan tries to hide his injury for Anakin’s sake. If you’re up to it, a continuation of that fic once they get rescued would be awesome. Thank you so much and I adore your writing!!

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“That’s…Knight Vos, isn’t it?” Anakin stared up from where
a familiar ship with a smudge of yellow painted on was approaching
the downed shuttle they had continued to use as refuge as no one had
come to search for them.

“Yes, yes it is Anakin. It seems we’re going to have to listen to
his awful jokes again.” Obi-Wan sighed quietly before tilting his
head, feeling another presence. “And Feemor.” He smiled at that.

“Feemor’s here?” Anakin squinted at the ship then shifted to
pick up his pack when the ship landed, smiling as the ramp lowered
for them to get on.

“Ahoy there!” Quinland grinned at them. “Need a passage into
town or back home to the temple?”

“Since I have no idea who shot us down, the capitol makes more
sense.” Obi-Wan offered back as he slowly picked up his pack and
headed up the ramp after Anakin who was happily chattering to Quinlan
about pilot stuff.

Feemor was further inside the ship, smiling when Obi-Wan got closer.
“We picked up the distress beacon while passing by the planet, you
were lucky, this wasn’t the original route we were going to take
back to the temple.” He stood, standing to hug his linage brother.
“What happened and are you alright?”

“We got shot down, and I, in my infinite gooberish way, was not
buckled to my seat.” Obi-Wan leaned into the warm hug of the other.

“And the crash would have shaken you around…Obi-Wan…”

“I know, I know. At least Anakin was fine.” Obi-Wan sighed and
pulled back, smiling at Quinlan when the other came over as the ramp
was raised. “Thank you for the pickup, we did kind of need it.”

“I’d say, whoever shot you guys down were aiming for destruction,
got the motors well and a bit more to the left and they would have
exploded instead of just shutting down from what I could tell.” The
Kiffar shook his head.

And then he slapped Obi-Wan on the back.

Something Obi-Wan would normally take without much noise but this
time it made him cry out as he hunched in on himself, his free hand
resting on his ribs as he groaned in pain.

“…Master! You are even more injured then you said!”
Anakin stared at him.

Obi-Wan sighed and sent Quinlan a dark look before smiling
reassuringly to Anakin. “Nothing bacta and rest wont help Anakin, I
promise.”

“Uhu, lets pretend we believe that.” Feemor took Obi-Wan’s pack
from him and gestured for him to sit where the blond had been moment
before. “Let me take a look Obi-Wan.”

“Honestly, bacta wil-ah!” Quinlan quickly jabbed him in the chest
and then made him sit when Obi-Wan was distracted. “Low…blow.”
The copper haired knight wheezed.

“Yeah well, you don’t like medical so its easier to just force
you.” Quinlan offered cheerfully before looking at Anakin. “See,
this is why you must never listen to Obi-Wan when it comes to his
health. He’s stupid about it.”

Obi-Wan sulked as Feemor got his wintergear undone and then started
on tabards and tunic to get to flesh.

Quinlan shook his head as Obi-Wan’s furred chest came into view,
covered in mottled bruises in various shades. “Okay, how bad?”

“Obi-Wan, how bad, tell me what I’m working with here.” Feemor
frowned as he carefully touched the others chest.

“…At least four broken ribs and a fractured vertebrae.”

“Master!”

“I didn’t want to worry you Anakin.” Obi-Wan tried carefully
before groaning as Feemor started to carefully press on his chest,
feeling the other test him with the Force.

“Make that eight broken ribs Obi-Wan, two fractured vertebrae and a
concussion. Its amazing you haven’t punctured your own damn lung.
Quinlan, set destination for a medical center, this goes beyond what
I can heal or treat.” Feemor sighed as Quinlan saluted him and went
to the front. “And you, I’m going to strap you to the gurney
onbord because you are liable to aggravating and making this all
worse.”  He pointed at the copper haired knight. “Stay here.”
Feemor went to find the gurney.

Obi-Wan sighed then looked to Anakin who crossed his arms over his
chest, frowning at him.

“Oh don’t give me that look.”

Anakin raised both his eyebrows at him.

“…Okay fine, but you were panicking and I felt it was best not to
alarm you further.”

“Suddenly Bants advice on keeping a close eye on you makes a lot
more sense master.” Anakin huffed.

All your blind Obi stuff is awesome and adorable and what happens when Qui Gon *does* come back to the front lines? Is Obiwan sent back to the Temple? Or is he kept around, like a cat?

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There
was a soft growling on either side of him as the gunship shook under
them and Obi-Wan held onto the strap. “Steady there pilot.” He
called out, grinning at the brush of fur on either side of him.

“Sorry
General! Its really bad down there. I don’t think I’ll be able to
land.” The trooper called back.

“That’s
fine. I like making an entrance anyhow!” Obi-Wan laughed as the two
creatures beside him growled in pleasure at the laugh. “Just open
the hatch for me and we’ll take care of it.”

“You
sure sir?”

“I’ve
made far sharper drops then this.”

()()()

Anakin
cursed as he deflected yet another blast, ignoring the blood trailing
down his cheek. “Qui-Gon! This isn’t going to well!” He called
out over the battle dim.

“I
know! This is not according to pla-ah!” The far taller Jedi was
floored by shrapnel and Anakin cursed as he jumped to the mans
defense. “Again master?!”

“To
many projectiles for an old man Anakin.” The bleeding Jedi offered
in return. “But its just a flesh wound despite the heavy bleeding.”
He breathed out and put his hand to healing it to return to the
fight. “We should consider retreat.”

“If
we go now, we will never get back the advantage we have and
we’ll never reach the city!”
To many lives had been scarified already for this to not let it
matter. “What we could really do with is some Force forsaken
backup!” Anakin snapped.

Qui-Gon
was about to answer when they all heard the low hum of an approaching
gunship.

“Anakin,
how did…wait.” Qui-Gon reached out his senses to the ship,
feeling an
all
to familiar Force energy bubbling in it. “Obi-Wan.” He breathed
out.

“Oh
thank the Force, we could do with his help.” Anakin laughed
breathlessly. “But I’m not sure the gunship will be able to
land.”

“I’d
appreciate
any help General Kenobi could come with honestly.” Commander Cody
called out to them. Qui-Gon lost a bit of track of the gunship after
that as he was forced to defend himself and his troopers from a
volley of droids.

When
he looked up again the gunship was hovering and the ramp was
lowering. “Oh no.”

“What?
Oh dear, he’s
going to jump!? oh
fuck he brought the cats!” Anakin laughed out in delighted
shock shock.

“The
cats?” The Commander asked before quite a few were left staring as
a blurred tan and white shape suddenly jumped from the ramp of the
ship only to be quickly followed by two much larger furred shapes in
a blur after it.

Obi-Wan
Kenobi landed in a smooth crouch, one hand to the ground to take some
of the impact of his legs as two felines landed beside him on their
cloven feet. The two meter tall cats snarled, their tusks jutting out
on their lower jaw as their body tensed for the sprint, spur ended
tails flickering in agitation behind them. Around their necks blue
collars with lights on activated each time a blast came near the
creatures, deftly deflecting them out of the path of the cats.

“Tusk
cats.” Cody blinked.

“Obi-Wan’s
tusk cats to be precise. Gifts from Naboo years ago now. Also
fiercely protective of Obi-Wan and only listen to him.” Qui-Gon
laughed a tiny bit as his former padawan stood slowly and activated
his lightsaber, a fierce grin crossing the blind mans face.

With
Force enhanced speed Obi-Wan moved forward, swiftly cutting a path
through the droids with the cats first behind him before they speed
past their master and plowed into the army in front of them, the
squeal of metal crunching under their hooves

“We
wanted backup, we got a one man army and his pets.” Anakin shook
his head then grinned and vaulted forward to catch up to his brother
padawan and the cats, leaving Qui-Gon to cover the rear.

“Commander,
please stop drooling. Obi-Wan is quite nice to look at but please do
it when we’re not fighting.”

“Y-Yes
sir!”

Obi-Wan
gave a loud laugh as Anakin landed beside him, Los
and Atlast snarling in greeting to the other Jedi.

“I
thought you were on medical leave!” Anakin called out while slicing
through several combat droids as the cats stalked around them,
swiping out their own to keep them of the clones and the Jedi’s.

“I
am!” Obi-Wan laughed, a smear of oil on his face and armor. “And
then I convinced the healers to fix me up and send me out!”

That
got a laugh out of Anakin. “ONLY
YOU!” He called as they advanced forward.

I LOVED the prompts about Anakin saying he wished that Obi-Wan had died on Naboo instead of Qui-Gon, and then Obi-Wan getting caught in the bombing.I humbly request a continuation of those. It would be awesome if Obi could come really close to death/maybe even die for a little bit. Maybe Obi-wan also apologizes for living while he’s delirious (I’m sorry I didn’t die, I’m sorry I failed you, I’m sorry I failed Qui-Gon). You’re awesome! <3

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His heart had given out.

Anakin had felt it, like a flash of pain through his whole body when
it happened until the Healer had forced him back, like a fizzle of
electric current through the air with his hands on Obi-Wan’s chest.

Obi-Wan’s entire body had lifted of the bed for a second and then
thumped back down but he was breathing again. Anakin clenched his
hands, desperately wishing he could help and only Snips hand on his
waist kept him from being in the way.

He looked at her, meeting the Togruta’s blue eyes with his own. They
looked frightened.

“Its okay Snips, its okay.” He wrapped her in his arms, pulling
her to his chest as he watched the healers, stroking over her
monterals slowly with his mecha hand. “He’s going to be alright, we
got him to the healers, to the temple.” He whispered as much for
his own benefit as hers.

He needed Obi-Wan to be alright. If he lost Obi-Wan…

There were so few things really keeping him to the Order as it was.
If Obi-Wan really died…

He clung to Ahsoka.

‘Anakin?’

A fleeting brush against his mind and the young knight jerked his
head up to stare at Obi-Wan, still on the healer’s table, being
worked over with the Force. ‘Obi-Wan, oh thank the Force. Obi-Wan
you need to fight!’

‘Why? Should
have died…sorry didn’t die. Always fail everyone. Always failing.
I’m sorry.’ Obi-Wan’s weak,
fluttering voice returned.

Anakin’s
nails dug a bit into Ahsoka’s arms on accident. ‘Master no.
No I didn’t mean it. You need to come back. You were always my
master, you taught me, you explained to me, you were always patient
with me. Master please don’t leave me. Without you…I won’t know
what to do Obi-Wan.’

‘But…you
said…’

‘I was angry
Obi-Wan. You know me. I’m to emotional. I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t
thinking. I miss Qui-Gon, I always will but he wasn’t suppose to be
my Master. You were. Always you Obi-Wan. My master, my friend and my
brother in all the ways that matter. Please don’t leave me!’

Anakin wondered for a moment if he had reached through to the man
when suddenly the healer exclaimed. “He’s gone into a healing
trance on his own! Thank the Force! That’s it Kenobi you sonofabitch.
Heal!”

Anakin could have started to cry. Obi-Wan wasn’t going to leave him
after all.

He buried his face in the monterals of his padawan and clung to the
teenager in his arms, feeling how she went boneless against him in
similar relief.

Obi-Wan was fighting to live, for them. For Anakin.