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A belated contribution to Codywan week!

In the deep forests of Saleucami, a hunter tracks dangerous game. At the forest's edge a wounded man wakes, alone and abandoned. This fits the CodyWan week prompts for AU and Traditions the most. A Stewjoni Hunter Kenobi meeting Top Chef Cody in strange conditions...

@codywanweek this is a hodgepodge of prompts, but I wanted in on this sweet week, and the art has been sooo lovely.

This is an AU in which Obi-Wan left the order at Melida/Daan and never returned. Instead he went home, to Stewjon, and trained as a hunter.

It's an AU where Kamino trains Fett clones for more than just war, some become great chefs, to host political banquets and diners during peace talks and negotiations.

But it's a story that happens around a campfire, under the Saleucami stars.

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In the witch coven au can we warlock dooku come into town to sell his usual wares of plants and advanced potions? With him offering to ward the coven’s homes,meeting places,and places of work? He also avoids the hunters easily due to centuries of experience and finds obiwan and quigon too easy to fight.

@mostie01

“That would be it then, your home is safe from the hunters now.” Yan Dooku said in a calm voice, almost as if he was not discussing the safety of someone’s life, but the weather. Even his facial expression remained neutral. 

“Thank you,” the female, Yan had already forgotten her name, she was just one of his many customers after all, thanked him for the umpteenth time. He could feel the relieve coming from her every pore. It had been the same with the six other witches he had visited before her.

“This is my job,” he retorted and took the money she offered to him. Who knew, if things continued this way, this would be his best season since years. He may not be selling as many potions, plants and other wares as he had calculated, but instead the witches were paying for his protective spells and the wards he could built up around their houses. And to be honest, he earned himself more money with the wards than with his products.

“Still”, the female said and bowed lowly. Yan nodded towards her and then turned around to take his leave. He was planning on visiting at least two more witches in need today, then he would make a well earned break. Afterwards, he would see what would happen afterwards. Perhaps he could work during the night as well. Then again, he needed to be awake and sharp minded, he did not want anything to go wrong after all.

Suddenly, the bearded man froze where he stood and faster than anyone would have thought possible for a man of his age, he moved into the shadows. He mumbled a quick spell under his breath and his body merged with the shadows, making him nearly invisible. Only those who knew what to look for, could spot him. Then, not a moment later, he spotted the cause for all the ruckus.

In all honesty, Yan was torn. On one side, he should despise the hunters and what they stand for. On the other side, this generation only did, what they were told. They had forgotten what it means to think and act on their own, they were mindless puppets. And that’s why they went out and killed witches, destroyed covens, because that is what they had been told to do. Also, they made him earn a lot of money.

“I don’t know Qui-Gon, they don’t seem…. evil.” That certainly caught Yan’s attention. Could it be, could it ACTUALLY be that he had found the one, who could start the rebellion? It sounded too good to be true.

“Oh? Well, in my experience, witches are tricky creatures set out to confuse and deceive you.”

“I know,” said the younger of the two men. He had red hair and a lot of freckles covered his face. “I am just saying that I have a… bad feeling about this. I don’t think we should destroy them, not without fool-proof evidence.”

From his hiding point, Yan could easily see and feel the conflict in the older male. It was clear that he desperately trying to decide what was right or wrong. Should he listen to his comrade - they seemed to share a deep bond - or should he heed what he had learned. 

“Alright,” the long haired man finally gave in, just as the two hunters walked by his hiding place. “We’ll do it your way.”

“Thank you,” answered the redhead and for the briefest of seconds, Yan could have sworn, that his blue-green eyes had looked right at him…

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In the witch coven au can we have satine hold a witch’s sabbath to celebrate tahl’s return? With obiwan and anakin spying on them due to reasons. Obiwan’s reason is that they must be out to sacrifice a child or have a giant orgy to drain the town’s male population of their life force. Anakin’s is due to wanting to learn more about padme’s double life but all he sees is a bunch of them gossiping,eating, and doing the odd spell that changes their clothes color or hairstyle?

“Tell me again, why are we here?”

“Will you be quiet?” Obi-Wan’s voice was perhaps a little too sharp, but Anakin Skywalker, his unofficial acolyte, would just not shut his mouth. “I told you already FOUR times, I have the suspicion that the witches are practicing a dark ritual and as a hunter, it is my duty to make sure that no ordinary people get hurt.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan doubted that, “But what could they possibly do?”

“There are many possibilities. Back in MY time,” he pointedly looked at the blonde, “witches sacrificed children, offered virgins to demons or had a… well, a giant orgy that drained the male population in the whole town.” 

The redhead looked around carefully and upon deciding that it was safe, he began to move forward. That meant, he crouched from bush to bush, with Anakin close behind him and with a self-crafted smoke bomb ready, just in case they WERE spotted. Obi-Wan himself would not have a problem fighting his way out, but Anakin was not even close to ready. It was a high risk to bring him in the first place, but Obi-Wan’s teacher had been of the opinion that ‘learning by doing’ was the best possible learning method. Obi-Wan agreed, to a certain degree that is.

Anakin’s face had turned a light shade of red. “Why?” he croaked out.

“Witches have a way to convince… other women of their ways. You could say that they converted the newly made widows that they would have better lives without their man and if they joined the ranks of the witches.”

“But not everyone has magical powers,” Anakin had furrowed his brows.

“Exactly,” he was impressed that Anakin HAD listened after all. 

“I don’t get it,” the younger male replied, as he sneaked around the house wall, towards a small window that would allow them to look into the cellar.

Obi-Wan grimaced. “Not everyone is open for magic,” he replied in a hushed voice. Now that they were getting much closer to the witched, the possibility of protection and detection spells was high. He needed to be careful and keep an eye, or better yet BOTH, open. “But everyone can work.”

“Like… slaves?” Obi-Wan just hummed in reply.

“Also, I forgot to mention that the men’s life force is drained. Or in other words-,”

“In other words,” continued Anakin the sentence without really thinking about it, “they gain life energy and probably longer lives by draining others.”

“Correct,” perhaps he sounded a little bit too stunned, but his comrade did not seem to notice. Who would have thought, Anakin seemed to be a natural.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s see what they are up to!” and with that did he move past Obi-Wan, who could only shake his head at the enthusiasm and recklessness of youth.

When the blonde reached the small window, he was unconsciously holding his breath, while silently wondering, what dark and sinister scheming would await him. Slowly, because he was still unsure if he really wanted to see what Padme of all people was part of, did he move closer and what he saw… surprised him.

“Obi-Wan?”

“Yes?”

“I could be wrong, but this does not look… bad at all,” his voice was hesitant and questioning.

“Let me see,” demanded Obi-Wan and he pushed the younger male aside to see for himself. What he discovered, was more than just a little strange. 

Instead of pentagrams, candles and other magical tools and devices, the witched were sitting at a large table that was filled with delicious treats, most of them rather sweet. Further were the witched laughing and happily talked among each other. And if Obi-Wan did not know better, than he would say they were exchanging beauty tips as well, because the hair length and color of some women kept changing, with those around them nodding or shaking their heads. It was… disturbing and if the hunter was honest with himself, then he would have preferred catching them in the act of committing a terrible and destructive ritual.

“Care to explain?” asked Anakin, who was getting impatient.

It was in exactly this moment, that a honey skinned woman made her entrance. All the witches’ attention turned to the newcomer and everyone stood up from their seats and circled the laughing female.

“Apparently, this is a welcoming party,” Obi-Wan would kill Qui-Gon for sending him here like a cheap errand boy for nothing. 

“So… no evil schemes?” Anakin wanted to be sure.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Obi-Wan was not amused…

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In the vampires dusk can we see satine and how she managed to meet obiwan because I could see her running a nightclub and obiwan is the newest hunter sent to kill her?

It was one of those nights again, were nothing interesting happened. Satine hated those nights, she always died of boredom. It was then, fate was truly kind to her, that a ginger haired man entered her venue. He did not look like much, though he DID look good, but there was something around him that made Satine’s senses tingle. A grin had appeared on her features then. She was around long enough to know a monster hunter when she saw one. 

Most of them were highly trained killers, out to murder so called ‘monsters’. But in their quest to ‘free the world from dark filth’ they forgot that the real monsters, was the human race. At least vampires only attacked and sometimes killed, when they were hungry. The humans destroyed themselves and everything around them. Arrogant little creatures that thought themselves above everyone else. This hunter was no difference. The only real difference was that he was a form of mutation, making him immune to most venoms and to the genetic change that would occur after a bite from a vampire or a werewolf. 

The blonde’s tongue played with the tip of her hidden fangs. Human society had often captured those mutants and experimented on them, yet they still helped them. She shook her head and turned her attention to a very drunk young thing, who thankfully just wanted a water and a lemonade. When she looked back, the hunter had joined the dancing people on the dancefloor and even though he looked like he was truly enjoying himself, Satine knew better. He was looking around, searching and clearly on the hunt. Perhaps one of the locals had said a word too much. It was no secret what she was, but the locals were too afraid of her and outsiders thought it was a sick joke. After all her nightclub was named, ‘Vampire’s Dusk’.

Just in time did Satine look away. A moment later, she felt a pair of blue-green eyes settle on her and the redhead was slowly - even though he tried his hardest to look completely normal and as if he just wanted to get himself something to drink - making his way towards her. The female vampire had to force herself not to smile. He would be an easy catch tonight. And not to forget that she liked the taste of mutant’s blood, which was just a little bit more spicy than that of a regular human.

“Well, hello there,” he greeted and there was a sweet smile on his bearded features.

Satine leaned onto the counter and answered also with a smile. “Hello…” Let the fun begin!

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In the witch coven au can we find out more about obiwan's past?

Also includes this prompt:

I know you said you’re done with witch satine au but does that also include the witch coven au? Because if the witch coven au isn’t over can we have obiwan trying to convert anakin to the hunter’s with padme being scared of obiwan and revealing she’s a witch and anakin is cool with it.  - anonymous

@mostie01

Padme had actually been excited about her date with Anakin. Their relationship was… different, for the lack of a better word. Often they would get into a fight and not talk for days with each other, only to meed again, having already forgotten and forgiven each other. It was strange and rather tiresome most days, but still, the brunette would not have it any other way. Anakin was a hothead and she was stubborn, trouble was just natural in such a combination. But she loved the blond dork nevertheless, with all her heart and mind.

Her happiness and excitement had soon evaporated however, as she entered the restaurant, only to see that her date was not alone. She stormed over and it was already much too late, until she realized who her boyfriend was actually talking to.

A pair of blue-green eyes met hers and their owner, a well kept man with ginger hair, looked at her with an unreadable expression. It almost felt like he could look right through her, it was highly unpleasant to say the least. 

“Ah Padme, may I introduce you to my friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Anakin was wearing a huge smile, while he had stood up to engulf the brunette in a tight hug.

“A pleasure,” said an accented voice. Obi-Wan stood up too and offered his hand, which Padme took after a long moment of hesitation. She did not trust the man, not one bit. He was resistent to her magic, that could not mean anything good.

“The pleasure is all mine,” she turned to Anakin, “you did not tell me that we were expecting someone else.”

“That’s because we weren’t,” he had not caught his girlfriend’s changed mood, nor the panicked look she had said to the bearded man. “We met by chance and Obi-Wan entertained me, while I was waiting for you, sweetheart.”

“How… nice,” she forced herself to reply. “Would you excuse me for a moment, I need to go to the bathroom,” Padme did not wait for an answer. She needed to contact Satine, as soon as possible.

“A lovely woman,” complimented Obi-Wan, with a small smile on his features.

“Yeah, she truly is something special,” it was obvious to everybody that Anakin was deep in love.

“You have no idea, how much…” grumbled Obi-Wan, before taking a sip out of his glass.

Anakin furrowed his brows, “What do you mean by that?” there was a warning edge to his voice.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Anakin, her handbag was floating.”

Before the younger male could reply anything else, he spotted his girlfriend exiting the bathroom. He shot another glance at Obi-Wan, who had turned his attention to the menu, so Anakin glanced back at Padme, only to realize that his companion had been right. His girlfriend was in fact NOT holding he bag, it was floating near her hip, all on its own. Had he not known what to look for, he would not have spotted it. Also, what was that strange thing looking out of the bag?

“I told you, witches were real,” continued Obi-Wan in a calm voice. “Just as their hunters…”

“Hunters?” asked Anakin.

For the briefest of moments, Obi-Wan’S eyes flashed silver. “Those, who can withstand magic... those who hunt down evil witches.” He leaned closer, whispering, “Most of us were taken and trained, when we were very young, but we could make an exception with you.”

Anakin grimaced and shook his head. This was getting too much for him.

Meanwhile leaned Obi-Wan back in his chair again. Anakin reminded him a lot of himself. He too, had not believed in magic at first, but the man, who had taken him in, had made him see the truth. He had been abandoned by his parents and his mentor had found him in a children’s home. It had been one of the best days in his entire life.

“Think about it,” he said and stood up, hastily saying his farewell. He had work to do after all.

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In the witch coven au can we see the witches catch and bind the hunters because they aren’t immune to a binding spell? With obiwan and quigon unable to call for reinforcements?

“Great, just great. This is exactly what we needed.” The sarcasm was heavy in Obi-Wan’s voice, but did not help in rising Qui-Gon’s spirit in any way. Quite the opposite in fact. 

“How about you stop complaining and help me figure a way out of here?” bellowed the older male.

Obi-Wan was not at all impressed at the unusual outburst. He was too old to be impressed of scared like this, he had traveled too far and seen too much for it toi have any effect on him. “You know, even on the risk that you won’t talk to me ever again,” actually that did not sound too bad, at least then he would not be constantly blamed or questioned, “but, I. TOLD. YOU. SO.”

If looks could kill, the the ginger haired with hunter would have been dead by now. Qui-Gon was not one to take critic lightly, in fact, he was a very proud and stubborn man. 

“Then why did you follow?” he snapped. There it was, that temper of his. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps I did, because I care and worry for your safety,” replied Obi-Wan, who slowly made his way towards one of the rooms corners to sit in it. They had walked right into the trap, even though he had felt that something was wrong, as soon as they had approached the house. And now, now the magic had been activated and they were trapped in a room without windows and doors and the only light source were the candles Obi-Wan had carried on him.

Qui-Gon did not reply immediately. In fact, something unreadable appeared in his midnight blue eyes, as he blinked and opened his mouth dumbly. It was clear, he had not expected this answer.

“Oh,” he got eventually and moved to sit down next to Obi-Wan. 

A few minutes of silence passed between the two men, in which both of them were following their own line of thoughts. Eventually, it was Obi-Wan, who broke the silence.

“I would suggest that we wait a while longer and hope that the magic will fade. Then, we might be able to locate this trap’s weak spot and only then will we be able to escape.”

“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Qui-Gon. He had been looking around the wooden room and truly, there was nothing to work with. Everything was just useless. “And then what?”

“Then we hope that they have no more surprises for us, like REAL binding spells, and not just one like this,” he gestured around the bare room. A really strong binding spell, might have left them completely motionless, not only trapped in wooden room without any possible way to make contact to the outside world. A real binding spell could have chained them to the deepest pits on earth, or even on the highest point. Neither were very promising and it was unlikely that such spells could be survived.

“You know, I think this has a touch of Dooku,” mused Qui-Gon allowed.

“You think so?” Obi-Wan had raised an elegant eyebrow.

“It would certainly suit him,” the taller man shrugged and settled to lean back against the wood, if they had to wait, he could just as well get some much needed rest, he had deserved that…