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journen · 1 year
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For the @whumptober alt prompt “carried to safety”
Here’s Obi carrying an injured Cody. Usually it’s the other way around, so I wanted Obi-Wan to be carrying Cody hahahah. These two have had a rough battle!
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frostbitebakery · 5 months
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There’s a room where the Light won’t find you
Surrender AU
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There are certain misconceptions when it comes to the… the them of them, Cody has to admit.
“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says instead of answering the same question the Commander has asked him twice now. The statement sits uncomfortable under his breastbone. He lost count how often he’s had to say it in his life.
“Are you that codependent,” the replica of his mouth snarks back. Curious, usually he and his counterparts have more patience than this.
The answer to that is a definite yes. Obi-Wan and he, they’re woven together. Only Obi-Wan’s lightsaber could cut them apart. He wonders where it is after they’ve taken it from its resting place above his heart.
“You’ll protect it,” Obi-Wan had asked, voice cracking and begging, closing Cody’s palms around the weapon’s hilt. It had been after Ghost had rescued them from that hellhole, after Obi-Wan’s hands had become too weak to wield his lightsaber despite the trials of reconstructive surgeries and physical therapy.
“Like your life,” Cody had sworn, lips finally not sore anymore from the ripped out stitches, the punishments from their captors that were so much more effective when delivered on Cody than Obi-Wan himself.
“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says again.
The Commander pushes out a sigh. “He’s… okay.”
Debatable. Cody isn’t there and no one knows - can know - how Obi-Wan’s hands spasm after a while, how his knee is acting up. How his grip on himself has been slipping, recently. The tight control even in the chaos had held steady for so long. Because even changed like this, Obi-Wan has been a master of his own self. Until they found these counterparts at least.
They’re so Light, hammers into Cody’s head.
“General Kenobi is asking him some questions himself,” the Commander states like he’s dangling bait.
Cody sincerely wishes him good luck with that. Getting an answer to “What do you want for breakfast” is a discovery of heretofore unknown wells of patience and the higher ground most days. Honey toast, by the way. “I would like to have proof of life of my General.”
Cody, they’re so Light. Obi-Wan is alone with a beacon to the Light he’s been desperately searching for in dozens of universes. He will do something well-thought-through and stupidly risky.
The Commander watches him for a few long moments, and Cody watches right back. He doesn’t smirk in triumph when the Commander activates the comm on his vambrace.
“General, could you put—,” Cody’s mouth twitches at the Commander’s faltering, the steeling for the reality of them, “the Sith on the comm?”
A moment later Obi-Wan is in the holo. Bound but whole, because the good guys don’t believe in torture. “Are you alright?” he asks, sickly golden eyes roving over what the holo displays of Cody.
Cody smiles, softening further once Obi-Wan echoes him with his own. “Yes. You?”
There’s misconceptions about them. Other people’s delusions of knowing them seem to think Obi-Wan and he can only be brutal, be cruel and harsh. Towards everyone else, and towards each other. Trapped in a bloody dance or something rivaling that kind of stupid. Those people don’t, thankfully, know the gentleness flowing through their touches. They kiss the other in reverence, soft and precious monster. What is between them, a connection forged in blood and pain, is anything but. It’s the one thing where they’re truly selfish. Holding each other close, burrowed into each other.
When Obi-Wan had asked him what he wants, the answer had been simple and sprouting thorns.
“You,” Cody had answered, sure and steadfast.
Obi-Wan had almost flinched, cane scraping over the floor. “Even as I am now?”
Always. At every second their lives had existed in orbit to each other. Every possible face Obi-Wan had worn, Cody had wanted him. But— “I think,” he had replied, stroking the paper-thin grey skin under a yellow eye, “this is the only version I’m allowed to have.”
“I miss you,” Obi-Wan says on the holo, and Cody goes cold.
“Obi-Wan, don’t—“
The connection winks out and he knows that it was Obi-Wan, that the Force suppression cuffs must have some fault he detected and exploited.
He whips his head up, urgency clocking in inside his chest and ticking. “Stun him,” he grits out, just to not yell, and startles the Commander. “Make him unconscious any way necessary.” He swallows. “But please don’t kill him.” I need him.
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translucent-sun · 24 days
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With a wave of his hand, Obi-Wan closed the door. And even quicker, he crossed the room and had his hands on Cody's neck, his lips attached to Cody’s, who returned his hasty kiss eagerly. Cody brought his hands to Obi-Wan's waist, then let them wander to the small of his back before interlacing there, keeping him close. When they finally parted, Cody gasped.
“I think this might be addictive.” Cody huffed, too out of breath to really laugh. Obi-Wan rested his forehead against Cody’s, chuckling.
“That might become a problem if that’s the case.” He pressed another kiss to Cody’s lips, drawing back before Cody could return it. “How much time do you have?”
“Half an hour, maybe one if we can come up with a good excuse,” Cody said, apologetic. Obi-Wan nodded, taking his hand and guiding him towards his bed.
“Enough time for a nap, then.” He grinned, lying down on his back. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Lie with me?” He patted the empty space beside him, and Cody thought back to the day in Obi-Wan’s quarters in the temple. How he’d wanted to kiss him, and now he was allowed to. He squeezed in next to him on the narrow bed, nowhere as comfortable as the one in the temple.
But that was barely worth the thought as Obi-Wan’s finger moved across the back of his hand, tracing his knuckles. The touch was nice but unfamiliar, and it took him a second to realize that it was intentional. Cody turned to look at him, but Obi-Wan was now staring at the ceiling.
“Your mission would have started today, wouldn’t it?” he suddenly asked. Sighing, Cody turned back to stare at the ceiling, too. He’d almost forgotten about it until this week.
“Yes,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” From the corner of his eye he saw Obi-Wan’s head turning, and he faced him. “They’ve reassigned it to someone else when it became clear that we wouldn’t make it back in time.” Obi-Wan looked at him for a moment, something like regret on his face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, quietly. “You have put so much thought into your strategy. But I have to admit I’m a little relieved that I won’t have to let you go.” Cody chuckled.
“No, it’s alright,” Cody assured him. “I was looking forward to it,” he admitted. “But this is so much nicer.” He turned his hand, Obi-Wan’s finger now tracing along his palm. He interlaced their fingers, squeezing gently.
“Less dangerous too,” Obi-Wan joked, grimacing when he must have realized that what he said wasn’t true at all. “Well, it’s my preferred kind of danger.” Cody chuckled. He rolled onto his side, perching up on his elbow until he was hovering over Obi-Wan.
“Mine too,” he said before leaning down and kissing Obi-Wan, slowly at first, deepening it when Obi-Wan returned the kiss enthusiastically. Obi-Wan’s arms found their way around Cody’s middle, pulling just enough for Cody to feel it, with no actual strength behind it. Just a comfortable weight Cody was tempted to give in to. So he did. He let himself be guided, shifting the weight from his arms until he was lying flush with Obi-Wan, chest pressed to chest. And still the weight around him was there, pulling him impossibly close. Obi-Wan hummed into the kiss, the sound vibrating through Cody’s body.
They rested, just like that, for a while, exchanging lazy kissed when they found each other’s lips.
“No one would believe me if I told them how gentle you are,” Obi-Wan suddenly whispered against his lips, nipping at them between words. Pulling back, Cody looked down at him, his brows furrowed but grinning.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked. He knew, of course. Everyone saw him as so stoic and serious. He’s been told many times that that’s probably what makes him work with Obi-Wan so well—that they’re both no fun, all business. He huffed at the thought. Obi-Wan brought his hands up to Cody’s face, resting a thumb on each corner of his mouth, drawing the smallest circles.
“Your resting face can look really intimidating if you don’t know that it’s just because you’re so deep in thought, imagining me in all kinds of situations.” Cody smile fell and he didn’t know how to respond, blinking slowly. Obi-Wan's smile only grew in response. “I might not be able to read your mind, but I see how embarrassed you get when you realize that I’m looking at you, and now I know the reason.” Obi-Wan lifted his head, trying to reach Cody’s lips. He pulled back further, his smile returning.
“Do you want to know how I imagined you?” he teased. To his surprise, Obi-Wan shook his head.
“No,” he said. “I’d rather you show me when we get there.” Cody felt himself blushing again. “I don’t want to get excited about something I can’t have—” Obi-Wan shot upwards again, faster than Cody could react. He grinned into the short kiss. “—yet.”
This time Cody leaned in to kiss him properly, meeting him halfway. It only lasted for a moment, though.
“I need to get back,” Cody said, groaning. Would they ever have longer than this? Obi-Wan sighed but released him from his embrace. Cody rose, straightening his dress uniform as best as he could. Looking down at the creased fabric, he sighed. He should have worn his blacks, or at least something under his uniform so he could have taken it off. Obi-Wan chuckled, seemingly noticing the same.
“You’ll have to find an excuse for that,” he said from where he was still lounging on the bed, nodding towards him. “And that’s something we’ll have to learn to consider. But we still have two more nights on ship to test the crease-resistance of your other clothes.” How did Obi-Wan say these things so nonchalantly while just hearing them left Cody with a racing heart?
Trying to overplay his nervousness, already on his way to the door, he said, “we’ll try something else tomorrow, then.”
His blacks, hidden under his dress uniform until the door has closed tightly behind them, proved to be the winner.
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padawansuggest · 6 months
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I love all your little quotes and such for obi-wan. But I especially love the ones with eldritch spooky baby obiwan telling a very tired and ready to deal with it knight windu a very haunting vision. ♥️♥️
Thank you. Obi-Wan is just a Little Guy who’s made of cosmic energy and would like to tell you about his latest dream it wasn’t that bad this time he promises 🥺🥺🥺
But also I think that would be the funniest fix it AU ever because Obi-Wan would get a fucked up vision and immediately go tell nice knight Windu (who likes to give him nice cheek nuzzles and tried to sell him to a padawan once) who is all ‘wow. The shatterpoints say that one’s real and I think I know how to sidestep it’ because their visions fit together in the most fucked up perfect way ever 🥰🥰
Also I just want tiny baby-Wan to track Mace down like the ghosts in the Shining or something with the sole purpose of telling him something messed up. It would be 7x as funny if Mace brought him to the temple to begin with cause he’ll spend every moment in the cursed baby’s presence like ‘ughhhhh’ but then Obi-Wan grows up and Mace is all ‘anyone wanna see this baby book of Obi-Wan that I put together? It’s also got some of his worst prophecies in it’ ‘don’t you mean first?’ ‘Nah these ones are his worst. Don’t touch them unless you wanna feel like someone just walked over your grave.’
Anyways. Cody and Anakin are about to gather up funds from Padme to try and buy the baby book they are obsessed they need it Right This Second.
Mace: *sees toddler wan* ew. It’s got fleas. I watched him bite Master Krell to the bone once. He’s probably diseased.
Mace: *sees adult Kenobi* He’s perfect. I would kill any of you for him. He’s my actual infant son. He’s just a Little Guy.
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vodika-vibes · 4 months
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Heyyyy!!!!
Can I have a Cody finds out/being told that f!reader is pregnant? To make things more complicated lol f!reader is a jedi
Idk where this came from tho… if you don’t have the time or inspiration it’s fine, I love u 🤍
And A Baby Makes Three...
Summary: You find out you're pregnant, and now you have to tell Cody.
Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader
Word Count: 996
Warnings: Talk of pregnancy
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: hihi! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it!
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You frown at yourself in the mirror and pull your robe tight across your stomach. It’s not obvious yet, at least, and you suppose, with a little clever misdirection with the force, people might not notice the baby bump at all.
At least, you hope so.
You’ve been the Jedi General of the 212 for over a year and a half now. And while no one had been happy when the order was given, in hindsight you have to admit that it made sense.
After all, Obi-Wan was a negotiator. He was at his most effective using his words to convince both parties to come to an agreement. You, however, had spent the majority of your jedi career careening from one civil war to the next.
You know military strategy like you know the back of your hand.
And, with the sudden death of Palpatine, and the startling knowledge that he had been pulling the strings on both sides of the war…well, having the skilled Negotiator sitting in meetings day in and day out was far more important than having him on a warship.
Of course, he doesn’t seem to be doing the greatest job at bringing about an end to the war, since it’s still going on.
You release the front of your robes with a sigh.
Honestly, what is the point of even having that implant if it’s not going to work like it’s supposed to. You fold your arms over your chest, and tilt your head back as you try to gather your thoughts.
You need to tell Cody, obviously. Mostly because the baby is his, and partly because the fact that you’re going to be pregnant is going to have to change the way the battalion approaches any upcoming battles.
You release a sigh and rub the back of your neck, trying to ease the tension before it turns into a headache. It’s not going to work, the only person who seems to have the ability to massage away your tension headaches is Cody, and he’s busy.
You hear the familiar sound of your door code being keyed in, and you turn towards the door, or maybe not. The door slides open, silently, and Cody steps into the room, and allows the door to slide shut behind him.
Everyone on the ship knows about your relationship with him, but it’s better to not show it off.
Tension drains out of his body as he sets his helmet on the table next to the door, and you smile sympathetically, “Rough day?”
“That’s putting it mildly,” He glances at you, and then takes a moment to remove the top part of his armor, before he crosses the room to slide his arms around you and bury his face in your neck, “We got word from Fox, there’s been no truce agreement yet.” He mumbles.
“So another month of war,” You say with a sigh.
“So another month of war.” Cody agrees, pulling back to press his forehead against yours, “They’re thinking of sending us back to Umbara.”
“Until we get actual orders, let’s just hope that that’s a rumor,” You reply softly as you reach up to soothingly card your fingers through his hair.
“Yeah,” His eyes close as he relaxes into your touch, “How are you feeling? You woke up pretty sick this morning.”
You smile wryly, though it goes unnoticed for the moment.
“Told you that you shouldn’t have eaten Boil’s experiment. You’re lucky a small bout of nausea is all you got,” Cody continues.
“It wasn’t that bad.” You defend.
“Cyare, it was moving.”
“That…is true.” You admit, grimacing as you remember Boil’s meal, “But he was so excited to cook-”
“You don’t have to keep humoring my brothers, cyare. We already like you.” Cody mumbles.
“I genuinely like your brothers, Cody. I like seeing them happy.” You say lightly, “But, as it happens, I wasn’t sick because of last night's dinner.”
His eyes snap open and he scans your face, “You weren’t?”
“No. I wasn’t.” You trail your hand across his cheek, “And I’m afraid I’m going to be sick for a bit.”
His brow furrows, “Do we need to go to the Medbay?”
You huff out a breath, “That probably won’t hurt, but I need to talk to you first.”
“Okay?”
There are a million different ways you can say this, but you think that, in this situation, the hard facts are the easiest, “My implant failed. I’m pregnant.”
Cody blinks at you, his jaw slightly slack.
“You-...really?”
“Really.” You confirm, “The force doesn’t lie.”
He blinks at you again, and his gaze drifts to your stomach, “A baby,” Cody sounds stunned and a bright grin crosses his face, “That’s…that’s wonderful! I’m going to be a dad!” And then the smile fades, “Oh…shit. This is going to change how we handle missions, isn’t it?”
“Oh, undoubtedly. I’m going to get fat. Which means no more vents.”
“It means you’ll have to start staying back at the command tent.”
You purse your lips, “I do not like that.”
“You don’t have to like it. But you do have to accept it.” Cody replies, and then he kisses you, a series of quick, loving kisses, and when he pulls away he sets his hands on your shoulders, “Okay! We’re going to Helix.”
“Can’t we go later?” You whine, even as you allow him to direct you towards the door.
“Nope.” Cody keys open the door and propels you into the hall, “Because, cyare, Helix is going to have to learn a whole new branch of medicine to help keep you healthy. Two, even, because he’s not a pediatrician either.”
“...now I feel kind of guilty.”
“He’ll get over it. Maybe.” Cody says easily, “Or, if he’s angry, it’ll be at me and not you.”
You eye him suspiciously, and Cody’s smile is a bit too innocent for you to believe it, “You’re fragile, cyare.”
Your jaw drops, “I am not!”
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ooboowoonkoonooboo · 2 years
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Thinking about Obi-wan and Cody and their war-ravaged bodies. How in the intimacies of living and fighting and desperately trying to stay alive together, they can read the scars across one another’s skin like sprawling maps of the war.
How maybe there are some scars - many, particularly on Obi-wan - of which Cody doesn’t know the history. He feels a confusing kind of jealousy over them - how did this happen? When were you hurt and I wasn’t there to see and chide you about it and hold you? Because - yes - Cody is deeply aware of the years Obi-wan has lived and will continue to live without him, after him, and he aches to know about it all. He hungers to know Obi-wan in all the ways he feels known by him.
So on a night they fall together and don’t immediately drop into slumber, Cody runs light touches over a scar on Obi-wan’s forearm as it drapes over his stomach and waits, fingertips skimming - an invitation. They lie in the darkness, listening to their shared breath.
Obi-wan says after a moment, “thorn caught me there. I was running through brambles.”
Cody continues his stroking, humming.
“I was too, ah, insecure at the time to tell my master,” he says, laughing a little. “So no bacta. And this lovely scar to carry.”
Cody props himself up on an elbow and kisses the scar slowly, tenderly, as he loves to do all things with Obi-wan on nights they aren’t getting shot at. “Thank you,” he says against his skin, “for telling me.”
Obi-wan catches on - as he always does - and returns the touches, reminding Cody of scars he’d long forgot, and listening to their origins, face sober and intent.
It becomes a comforting ritual then, practiced both in little stolen moments between flurries of action and in those rare, sweet nights of drawn-out pleasure. The stroke of a thumb over a pockmark on his jaw. The brush of lips on scars-upon-scars on his right knee. Little stories murmured in the dark about their hurts and their healing.
Cody settles his fingers in the pitted scars on Obi-wan’s thigh and upper arm where Dooku had gouged into the meat of him. Obi-wan swears they’re numb to touch, but he still flinches before telling him in a low, measured, voice about the fight on Geonosis. Watching Anakin get thrown back into the wall of the cavern, hearing him scream as the lightning seared through him, feeling the deep loss and agony of his amputation.
Obi-wan brushes over the stretch marks webbing Cody’s hips, his chest, his shoulders, and Cody whispers about growing pains so excruciating he could only curl around a pillow and sob in his bunk, trying not to wake his batchmates.
One night Cody kisses at Obi-wan’s neck over a raw patch that had appeared after the rescue of the Togruta colony. Obi-wan stills in his arms. He can’t speak on it then, but days later, he catches Cody in the hall, wraps fingers around his wrist, and details quickly, clinically, the zygerrian shock collar and how it pinched and burned and punished him in ways he didn’t know possible. Cody is left frozen in the hall, long after Obi-wan apologizes and moves on. Later that night they cling to each other and Cody whispers into Obi-wan’s hair, “you don’t have to share those things, if you don’t want to.”
“Oh,” he says, “would you rather not know?”
It’s not asked with any note of offense, but as a genuine question, and Cody takes it as one, considering. He says after a while, words rushing out before he can change his mind, “no, I would like to know. I want to know. Not because I like to hear it, or because I think it’s entertaining. But because it’s you. But if it’s too much for you to talk about it… then…” Cody loses himself in running his warm, flat-tipped fingers through Obi-wan’s hair.
Obi-wan prompts him to continue with a quiet, “then what?”
Cody swallows. “If it hurts you to talk about it… then you’ve already been hurt enough. And I would understand if it’s not worth the pain.”
The sheets shift as Obi-wan turns to look at him, face drawn. “Of course it’s worth it to me,” he says. “It’s you.”
It’s surprisingly simple. To know and be known by Cody. It’s all worth it.
The war drags on and the scars build up. They cradle one other and sooth the hurts they don’t have the power to undo. And they carry on.
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ghostofskywalker · 5 months
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Friendly Competition
Commander Cody & Padawan!Reader
Fictober Day 28 of 31
Words: 833
Summary: You challenge Cody to a competition: who can kill the most clankers in this battle. Usually he isn't one for games, but this time he agrees.
Note: this could be seen as a sister fic to my other platonic commander cody & obi-wan's padawan!reader fic, operation: rest and relaxation, but it can absolutely be read on its own. this is definitely one of my favorite fictober fics :)
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The transport ship was about to start its descent when you turned to Cody. “I bet I can kill more clankers than you.”
Your fellow commander hadn’t yet put his helmet on, and he turned towards you with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t think so, kid.”
“Well, do you want to make it a bet?”
He paused for a moment, clearly think about the pros and cons of accepting your challenge. “I don’t need to prove anything to you,” he said, putting his helmet on and grabbing the blaster from his belt holster.
But of course, you weren’t going to let things go that easily. “That’s fine commander,” you said. “I won’t tell my master that you’re scared.”
Silence. Now that he had his helmet on you couldn’t read his facial expression, but you knew that your joking threat might actually get him to engage. “Alright,” he said, a slightly gruff tone that you knew was all osik. “You’ve got yourself a challenger.”
“Great!” you said, and you felt the gunship touch down on the surface of the planet. “Keep count of your kills, and this will end when we get back on the transport.”
“Deal.”
The doors opened, and you ran with your troops into the heat of battle.
Obi-Wan was pushing from the other side of this forest, and the hope was that when all the droids were defeated you would meet him in the middle of the battlefield. You had already learned so much from him, and formed positive friendships with the all of the 212th, Cody in particular. It felt like you had suddenly inherited hundreds of older brothers, and the commander was the wisest of them all.
War was difficult, and you knew that even before you had left the Jedi Temple. This particular game began as something stupid that Waxer and Boil heard about from Rex and the 501st, how many droids did everyone kill during battles and skirmishes, but you had never successfully gotten the commander involved. Part of you wondered if he knew something about the difficulty of this battle that he refused to tell you, and that was why he agreed to indulge your sense of whimsy this time, but there was nothing you could do about that now.
Cody was the marshal commander of the GAR, the highest-ranking clone in the entire army, and he was terrifyingly effective in battle. On multiple occasions you had watched him toss his blaster aside and sprint directly at his adversaries, and you had heard rumors that he had even tackled General Grievous once.
Even though you were a Jedi, this was going to be one hell of a close competition.
You twirled your lightsaber through a unyielding sea of droids, mentally keeping count of every single one that you sent careening to the ground, with its head or limbs falling separate from its body. You pulled the blaster from your hip and wielded it along with your saber, a concentrated expression on your face as you focused only on the task at hand. Using a blaster was very different than the traditional Jedi weapons, but you had adapted to it pretty easily, much to the disgust of some higher-up Jedi Masters. However, it had made you more successful in battle, and so it was allowed by the council.
You knew that if this war ended you would have some heavy realities to face, but right now the main goal was to stay alive, and that’s what you did.
When the last of the droids had finally fell, your count was up to seventy-six, and you thought that was pretty good for the amount of adversaries that you had just faced. You met up with Obi-Wan and the other half of the battalion and were now taking stock of your win before trying to decide what to do next.
As you spoke to a few of the troopers on the outskirts of the group, Cody walked up to you with a smile on his face. “Alright kid, how did you do?”
You tried to play it tough, knowing that this was all a game. “I think I won, how many did you kill?”
“I asked you first.”
You stood up a little straighter before speaking. “Seventy six droids.”
The look on his face was hard to read at first, and then a gigantic smile crossed his face. “Congratulations,” he said.
“Really?” You could barely contain your excitement.
“I killed seventy five, so you won.”
Immediately you jumped for joy, running through the groups of clones and excitedly informing them that you had beat the commander in a droid kill-off, and they all laughed at your excitement as they made joking remarks about their commanding officer.
As Cody would tell Obi-Wan later when he was asked, he actually killed seventy seven droids, but the look of excitement and happiness on your face when you realized that you had beat him in a competition was completely worth the loss. 
- the end -
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rageofthemuffin · 1 month
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Valentine's Day Sneak Peek
I've actually made really decent progress on the werewolf au the past few days, and while I'm not going to make any promises about when the next chapter is coming, hopefully it's pretty soon!
Anyway, here's a snippet of the chapter as a reward for your patience:
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As the full moon neared, Cody grew more and more agitated.  He was quieter, but Obi-Wan could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes darted back and forth in search of threats, the way his hands had to be touching Obi-Wan or his breath would catch in his throat, panic lighting up his face.
Sex was one of the only things that could get him to relax for more than a minute or two, and his sex drive had started to rival Obi-Wan’s earlier in his pregnancy.  Not that Obi-Wan minded, he’d never been more sexually gratified in his life.  He just wished it didn’t have to be attached to something that brought Cody so much anxiety.  
Despite Obi-Wan’s assurances that the wolf didn’t scare him, assurances which he wholeheartedly meant, he was worried about how the full moon would be for Cody.  The man was barely eating, constantly on edge, and though he didn’t say anything, Obi-Wan knew he was in some amount of physical discomfort.  Waking up seemed harder, and Obi-Wan had caught Cody wincing one too many times to brush it off.
If he didn’t know any better, Obi-Wan would have thought Cody was teething, and maybe he was, in a way.  In addition to his need to constantly touch Obi-Wan, his teeth were almost constantly nibbling on some part of him.
Currently, it was his shoulder as they came down from their most recent bout of lovemaking.  Obi-Wan brushed his fingers through Cody’s short hair, his other hand gently rubbing Cody’s neck and shoulders in an attempt to ease some of his discomfort.
“Cody?”
Cody grunted, his mouth still intently working at the skin above his collarbone.
“Will you tell me what will happen on the full moon?”
Cody stilled, unmoving.  “You already know what’s going to happen.”
“Generally, yes,” Obi-Wan agreed.  “But what do you do while you’re out there?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it, Obi-Wan, maybe after-”
“I know,” Obi-Wan interrupted.  And truly, he didn’t want to push Cody about the topic when he was already so on edge.  “But I think if I don’t know, I’ll be up all night worrying.”
“You’ve seen it before,” Cody grumbled petulantly, rolling onto his side and pulling Obi-Wan closer.
“Yes, but I was exhausted and convinced I was having some sort of hallucination to ease me into my death,” Obi-Wan said wryly.  “I didn’t know you then.”
Cody sighed heavily.  “I won’t be in any danger.  We just hunt.”
Obi-Wan blinked, mildly surprised.  “Really?”
“You expected worse, didn’t you?” Cody asked, amusement coloring the weariness in his voice.
“Only because you hate talking about it so much.”
“That’s not the part that I don’t like,” Cody said.  “I hate the feeling of not being in control.  Kote just does whatever he wants to, and I can’t stop him.”
“Seems like all he wants to do is hunt,” Obi-Wan pointed out.
“Most of the time,” Cody nodded.  “Did I tell you he tried to find you?”
“I think he did find me.”
“No, before that.  Right after the first time we met.”
Obi-Wan leaned back slightly so he could see Cody’s face.  “Really?”
Cody nodded.  “He tried to track you down.  I tried so hard to pull him back, to convince him he didn’t need to do that, but he didn’t listen.  He never listens when he’s the one in control.  My brothers had to spend the whole night herding him back into our territory.”
Obi-Wan tucked his face back against Cody’s bare chest, relieved he had brothers who cared about him to help him through the night.  “Well, now I’m here.  You have no reason to leave the territory.”
“Yeah.”
“That seems scary, though, not being able to control your own body,” Obi-Wan sympathized.  
“It was.  It is.”
“Do you think Kote feels the same way during the rest of the month?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help asking.
Cody stiffened.  “Not a good time for this, Obi-Wan,” he warned through gritted teeth.
“Okay,” Obi-Wan accepted with a flash of guilt.  “I’m sorry.”
Cody just sighed again, pressing a long kiss to Obi-Wan’s hair.  “I’m glad you’re here,” he said after a while.  
“So am I.”
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eomereadig · 1 month
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Snippet: Unguarded
Lil' Codywan fic from my AO3!
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody
Rating: T
Tags: Whump, Hurt!Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi needs a hug, Protective!Cody, Head injury, Angst with a happy ending
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Watching Obi-Wan fly backwards into the crate was like watching a puppet who’d had their strings cut, much to Cody’s horror. Something shifted in his gut before Obi-Wan had even made contact, his heart wrenched out of his chest right along with his Jedi. 
The world around him moved in slow motion. Cody could feel his feet begin to shuffle in Obi-Wan’s direction and heard the surprised gasps from those spectating even before Obi-Wan had landed. But when he did, with a sickening, disconcerting thunk , the world sped up tenfold. 
Cody’s mind was a mess, not a single thought being able to fight its way past the flood of ‘ no, please not him, let him be alright!’ He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s face, his pained expression and closed eyes, no matter how much it hurt to see him that way. 
The clone trooper’s knees hit the hard floor of the cargo hold with jarring force, but he paid it little mind. 
“Obi-Wan?” Surely the others wouldn’t notice Cody’s slip up, calling his love anything other than ‘Sir’ or ‘General’, given the circumstances. “Obi-Wan!” Cody repeated with more force. His hand shot out to grip the Jedi’s knee harder than he’d meant to and he shook it urgently. “Are you alright? Open your eyes!” 
Cody wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or not when Obi-Wan reacted only with a pained groan and aimless shifting. His eyes did open, however, but they were glazed and floated about, unable to focus on anything in his field of vision - even Cody himself. Another pained grunt and Obi-Wan was shifting his arm, making to reach up and likely touch the back of his head where it had hit the crate, but hissed hard in pain instead. 
Ah, a broken wrist. From what Cody could tell, anyway. 
“Shh, shh.” He took Obi-Wan by the elbow and guided him to lay his arm back down once again. “Don’t move that arm, General…” 
Obi-Wan flinched away when his wrist had been lowered enough to sit on his thigh. Cody had to imagine that even that slight contact was enough to cause him pain. He winced in sympathy and glanced away from the deformed joint quickly. Only, his eyes were drawn to the red smear of blood on the crate behind Obi-Wan, the Jedi’s hair turning darker with it before his eyes. 
“Feel sick…” Obi-Wan’s voice was hoarse and slurred in a way that made Cody’s stomach lurch. He’d die if he ever let this happen to Obi-Wan again. Still, hysterically, Cody tried to keep positive - just as Obi-Wan had taught him. 
His love was talking. That was a good sign. 
“Hang tight.” It would have been much easier for Cody to keep his voice level if he’d had his bucket. “We’ll get you some help…” Obi-Wan gave no indication that he’d heard him. Cody swallowed thickly and looked around. He supposed it was lucky that a crowd had formed to watch the fight - several medics present who were already shoving their way to the front. If anything could have reassured Cody at that point, it was that. 
He forced himself to shuffle several inches backwards when Kix came over to kneel at Obi-Wan’s other side. He wasn’t overly familiar with the other clone, one of Rex’s, but he trusted him nonetheless. 
“I’ve got you, General...” It didn’t seem as if Obi-Wan had heard him. Still, Cody hoped that the medic’s soothing tone came through. “Looks like a broken wrist… nasty head would too, Sir.” 
“‘M fine…”  Obi-Wan slurred because of course he did. Cody resisted the urge to sigh. Mercifully, though, Obi-Wan allowed Kix to look him over, the other clone’s no-nonsense attitude evidently cutting through Obi-Wan’s pain and confusion.  
Cody turned his gaze away from the fussing when he noticed movement on his left. 
Skywalker.
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Drunk Codywan (Blind Obi-Wan chapter 25)
“Sssoft,” Cody mumbled, staring at Obi-Wan’s beard as he stroked it, feeling the ginger hair beneath his fingers, his fingers touching the Jedi’s lips too, feeling the sweet kisses against it. “Is’soft.”
“Yes dear,” Obi-Wan slurred his words a little, but had a fond look on his face, bringing his hands to Cody’s face, clumsier than normal, fingers moving into the curls as he pressed a kiss to Cody’s lips, tasting the shots he’d done. “Soft.”
They’d found a secluded corner near the bar a few drinks ago, away from the karaoke machine and the other people who’d started cheering and clapping when someone kissed. Now, they were alone, the noise of the bar reduced to soft chatter as the Jedi on duty collected them and returned them to the places they called home.
“Oh, Force, there you are,” Cin just stared at the pair of them, Cody sat in Obi-Wan’s lap, somehow missing his left shoe and the Jedi’s entire belt and lightsaber had vanished too, his tunics haphazardly in place, as if pulled on in a hurry. “You need to come home.”
“Cin?” The ginger tried to look serious and composed but still had Cody’s hand stroking his beard and a drunken smile he couldn’t quite make disappear, his cheeks flushed a deep red. “We can get back our- our- Hmmm, what’s-the-word?”
“No, Obi-Wan, you and Cody are coming home with me. I’ve got Quinlan, Aayla and Anakin in the speeder too, come on.”
Cody pouted at Cin for a moment, his head turned away from his Jedi who was planting kisses on his cheek and down his neck, holding him close. “Precciousssss J’di. My J’di.”
“Obi-Wan? Master Kenobi?” Cin crouched down to his height, tapping the ginger’s shoulder until he moved his head towards him, eyes open, one of them pointed down towards the floor. “Time to go home. Where’s your cane?”
“Belt…”
Cin looked around the bar, trying to spot the belt in the chaos formed of sleeping or drunk clones, glasses on the floor and tables and a passed-out padawan that Depa was carrying outside to her speeder. Mace had already collected several people and Plo was sobering up some clones and other padawans. Obi-Wan was the last one on his list, and whilst Cody wasn’t on his list, he couldn’t separate them and he doubted Plo would mind him taking one of his.
“Stay here.”
“M’kay,” Obi-Wan mumbled as Cody’s lips found his own in a heavy kiss, his nose would hurt later from that, but nothing else mattered except Cody. “ ‘nother drink!”
“Absolutely not,” Cin shook his head at the bartender, carrying Obi-Wan’s belt and obi in his hands, the cane still attached, folded up as it usually was. “Do not give them another drink.”
Cody made a noise of disappointment, muffled by the drunken kisses he was giving his beloved, his hands in the ginger hair, messing it up.
“Come on, Commander. That’s it, just stand up for me,” Cin coaxed him off his partner’s lap, holding onto him with one hand as he tapped the cane against Obi-Wan’s hand and waited for him to take it. “That’s right, Obi-Wan, there’s a speeder waiting for you. Cody’s with us. Let’s get you home.”
“Are they usually this affectionate?” Cin asked Mace as he steadied Obi-Wan getting out of the speeder as the ginger nearly fell over his own feet, Cody taking his hand immediately, wrapping the other arm around him in a tight hug.
“Master Che says so. I’ve yet to witness them this unencumbered by social niceties.”
“You haven’t seen them drunk?”
“I haven’t seen them drunk,” Mace confirmed as he wrapped his cloak around a Knight, getting ready to walk them to their rooms. “Don’t put them to bed. Jinn always said Obi-Wan was a shy but cuddly drunk. The number of times he’d had Obi-Wan clinging to him like an affectionate tooka...”
“Noted. As for the Commander?”
“I’ve no idea, but do you think you can separate them?” Mace asked, motioning to the fact they were cuddling, Obi-Wan stroking a finger down Cody’s nose with a confused expression. “Set them both down on the sofa if you can.”
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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years
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Anakin skywalker, Darth Vader, Obi wan Kenobi, Cody.
Overall Headcanons
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Back on my Star Wars bullshit, so heres some overall hcs about some of the characters I love, enjoy. Ft some x reader elements. Can yall tell which character ive been most obsessed with lately?
 Let me know if you guys are interested in more like this, as it’s a good way to get the writing juices flowing.
 Mild nsfw stuff under the cut, but it’s nothing wild.
Anakin Skywalker
-          Anger issues, but would never yell at you as it reminds him of his time as a slave
-          Gets nightmares about his time as a slave and his fears.
-          Wears black because it sets him away from the other jedi. They made him feel as if he didn’t belong, so he was gonna go his own way.
-          When he first joined the jedi he had a really hard time drinking or just using water in general since it was so sparce on Tatooine. Nowadays he enjoys to take long showers and baths.
-          Cant eat too strong tasting foods.
-          Has a real hard time talking about his emotions. Because of this, if he falls in love hed rather go around nursing a crush than actually confess.
-          He falls in love super easily, and gets kinda blinded by it.
-          Touch starved as hell, literally melts into your hands if you cradle his face in your palms.
-          Loves kissing, could spend hours with his lips on yours or just kissing you all over.
-          Oral fixation. Goes hand in hand with him loving to kiss so much. Watch out for your fingers.
-          Has a strong gag reflex, but doesn’t let it stop him.
-          This man is verse leaning towards submissive and you can’t convince me otherwise. Those anger issues make me think he just wants someone to love him and take care of him.
-          Loves you wearing his clothes or wearing your clothes.
Darth Vader (I know he’s also Anakin but whateves)
-          Still has real bad anger issues, but in a more subdued and controlled manner if that makes sense. Still won’t yell at you.
-          Very self-conscious about his body, and is scared of touching anything he cares about because he doesn’t want to accidentally destroy it.
-          Still has horrible nightmares but these are mainly about the purging of the jedi.
-          He secretly listens to recordings from before the fall of the jedi and the republic when he is feeling extra down.
-          Mourns how he can’t kiss anymore. Tries to breathe as quietly as possible when you cuddle because he thinks the noise disturbs you.
-          Secretly still sensitive so it would help you if affirm that you love him.
-          More touch starved than ever, wants you to touch what little accessed skin he has, all the time.
-          Doesn’t talk much anymore. This scares other people as he’s just a large silent scary shadow.
-          I don’t think he has much of a sex drive after becoming Darth Vader, mainly because I think his own body is too damaged, though he would be able to use his hands.
-          Though I think he would like to sit on his knees in front of you with his head in your lap, having you caress him.
Obi wan Kenobi
-          Insomniac to the fullest. He uses the force to keep going.
-          Loves tea more than anything, has a collection of teas from different planets he’s been too in his time as a jedi.
-          Touch starved, as I think all jedi are at this point.
-          Has nightmares and lasting trauma from the many things he went through even before he became a jedi knight like melida/daan and bandomeer.
-          Quite protective of those he cares about, though he doesn’t express it much with words.
-          Doesn’t cry much, so when he does, he just needs someone to hold him as he gets it out.
-          He sneaks out of the temple to eat at Dex´s diner all the time. He brings along Anakin, Ashoka and later multiple clones.
-          Isn’t as uptight as people think. He will bend or break rules regularly, he just isn’t caught.
-          I think he both tops or bottoms, whatever the mood is that day, though I see him as the type of person to refer to it as “lovemaking”.
-          Has had multiple partners in the past, a few being Quinlan, I believe they were casual and just did it to relieve stress and etc, Santine or even Siri Tachi.
-          He is quite confident with a partner, even if he isn’t sure what he’s doing.
-          Likes making his partner feel good, holds you close and maybe even clings on quite desperately at times.
-          A big cuddler, just wants to lay for hours and half sleep with you in his arms.
-          Would keep your relationship a secret for obvious reasons, but would be willing to leave the jedi for you If you got very serious and truly loved eachother.
Cody
-          Tries to keep serious at all times, but can be quite goofy and lovey-dovey behind closed doors.
-          Very protective over his fellow clones and the jedi he is assigned.
-          Used to follow orders as closely as possible, but after joining the 212th, has started to follow in Obi wans footsteps and bend rules to fit the situation.
-          Secretly struggles a lot with being a clone and not being seen as a living sentient being by most people.
-          Has issues with his self-esteem, please tell him he’s good enough.
-          Has very little knowledge about kids, the outside world of sex ed, as I don’t believe the kamonians thought it was something clones needed to know.
-          Sterile, as I believe most clones aren’t able to have children.
-          Likes to cuddle and be held close, hold him as tight as you can against your chest. Will listen to your heartbeat and fall asleep to it.
-          Likes it when his partner caresses his scar or holds his face in their palms. Please pepper kisses all over his voice.
-          I think he’s fine with whatever in the bedroom, but it will be kinda awkward or goofy the first couple of times as he figures out how it works.
-          Likes to go slow and take his time, take you in and really show you how much he loves you.
-          Doesn’t keep your relationship a huge secret, as in his squad and some jedi know but not the council or the republic as you could be forced to split up.
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Preview
This is kinda a preview. Well there is part of a story under the cut. It’s just a little quick thing I did. I hope to finish it tomorrow or something. It’s meant to be a one shot
Codywan. Bottom Obi-Wan. Dualsex Obi-Wan. ABO. Omega Obi-Wan. Alpha Cody.
Summary- Omega Obi-Wan is having his first Heat and he’s building a nest.
Featuring! Obi-Wan’s fabulous self esteem issues!
There is no sex in this preview. The preview is like G or PG. Basically this is what leads up to the sex.
They had said it would be instinct. Apparently, they were quite right. It had all been pure instinct. Somehow his body and mind knew what he needed to build a nest. 
Cody and he had even brought extra blankets and pillows to the apartment. Obi-Wan had pawed at them before pulling out several from the pile and bringing them to the bedroom. 
Cody was standing off to the side, lips curled up in amusement. 
Obi-Wan huffed as he passed his partner and soon to be mate. 
They had decided they wanted children together. So they went through the whole process: removing Obi-Wan’s implants, taking the injections that encouraged a Heat, and preparing the apartment. Now it was happening. Obi-Wan was in the start of his Heat. 
Obi-Wan tossed the blankets and towels on the bed. He didn’t have a particular image in mind for the nest as he shaped it. He layered everything, leaving the softest fabrics on top with cushiony materials underneath. He needed to keep the pillows outside of the nest. They were going to go in last. 
He blinked, staring at the familiar cloak in his hands. Entwined with it was a pair of Cody’s dirty under tunic. 
He had no memory of the past few minutes. 
He stared at the pile on the bed, heart pounding. 
This was his first Heat. He had been on suppressors ever since he had presented. He couldn’t afford to be an omega, not while he was actively going on missions. 
“Cyare?” Cody asked, squeezing his upper arm. 
“I’m sorry, my dear,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head. 
A haze had begun to build in his mind, making it hard to think.
He flexed his fingers, looking uncertainly at the mess on his bed. It was supposed to be a nest but it looked less like something a respectable omega made and more like he had been panicking and throwing things around. 
“I don’t think I’m doing this right,” he whispered, dejected at his pathetic attempt at a nest. 
He wasn’t a good omega. An Omega was supposed to know how to build a good nest and he had this half pile going on. One side of it was twice the height of the other. The hole in the middle was narrow, too small for two grown adults. 
“It’s fine, we can fix it,” Cody said, tugging at one of the pieces. 
Something inside Obi-Wan raged that another person was touching his nest. Especially someone that wasn’t his mate. 
“No,” Obi-Wan shouted, grabbing the cream tunic and putting it back. “That’s” — he fisted his hands and took a deep breath. He was letting his emotions get the best of him. He needed to stay in control. He was a Jedi Master. “I’m sorry, my dear. That’s just where it goes.”
“That’s fine,” Cody said, holding up his hands. 
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goddammitjim · 25 days
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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
Tagged by @merlyn-bane! Thank you for thinking of me <3 I did this one a long time ago but I think it'll look pretty different now!
prompt fills - The Truth That Once Was Spoken: Red carpets were always longer than they looked.
The Truth That Once Was Spoken: The casting news hit Obi-Wan hard, somewhere in the vicinity of his solar plexus.
to look upon you in daylight: It takes a while for them to finally make their way out of bed.
What Makes It Great: Cody has wanted to be a ballplayer since she knew how to hold a bat.
I would not think to touch the sky: The sun rises and sets sixteen times in what their bodies consider a day.
but my darling when I think off thee: Cody can’t think of many things more awkward than going to a wedding where you don’t know either of the people getting married.
having fun isn't hard (when you've got a library card): One of the first things Cody likes to do when she moves to a new city is visit the local library.
baby i'd spot you in a crowd: Cody knows his men think he doesn’t know how to have fun.
The Book of Life: It’s their first Rosh Hashonah since moving in together, and Cody wants dinner to be perfect.
"like this?": Cody’s toes curl against nothing as he gives a full body shiver.
Observations: I write Cody's POV a lot! 7 out of 10 are POV Cody, the other 3 are POV Obi-Wan (and all 10 are Codywan fic lmao). I also almost always write in present tense; the Les Mis AU was a departure from that, and it took a lot of reminding myself. Otherwise I don't think the first lines have a lot in common! But let me know if you notice any patterns I've missed...
No-pressure tags: @brigittttoo @adiduck @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @ferretrade and anyone else who wants to play!
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Since you tend to have such great rec lists, I'm assuming you've got some idea on this: do you have any favorites for Obi&Quinlan fic? (Shippy or not)
(Definitely not asking for a full rec list like you do, those are way too much effort for a random ask.)
Oh, that is an excellent idea!  I think can certainly get you started! :D  Most of my recs will probably have a lot of Luminara in there because I am in love with the Obi-Wan&Quinlan&Luminara trend in fandom, but I should get you a solid variety to begin. OBI-WAN & QUINLAN: ✦ Can’t Fall into the Light by feybarn, luminara & barriss & obi-wan & quinlan & cast, 3.3k    Republic prisons, if you asked Luminara, left a great deal to be desired. It was, unfortunately, not an unfamiliar thought given she visited this place every week. ✦ The Daylight in Mourning by nadiavandyne, obi-wan & luminara & quinlan & rael & nim, 1.5k    Quinlan bickers with his friends, accidentally looks into the past, and thinks up a plan. or, A Jedi is never truly gone. ✦ A Mess, but a Perfect One by kj_feybarn, obi-wan & luminara & quinlan & cast, 2.7k    There’s a message waiting for her when she picks up her data pad. ‘Aayla’s on her first solo mission. Quinlan’s being Quinlan. Drinks tonight?’ An easy moment between three friends. ✦ 熬夜 | To Stay Up All Night by virdant, obi-wan & bant & quinlan & cody, 1.7k    Nights are long, and Obi-Wan has visions, has dreams, has memories of darkness. But companionship and food: they make the nights easier to endure as he waits for dawn. ✦ Laugh in Color by kj_feybarn, obi-wan & luminara & quinlan & mace & depa & cast, 2.6k    The three padawans looked up at him, and Mace was only human, the looks of adoration and near hero-worship were very hard to resist when directed at him with such genuineness. ✦ 貼心 | consideration by virdant, obi-wan & quinlan & anakin & bant & luminara & aayla & garen & cast, 1.3k    Obi-Wan returns to the temple after Naboo, with no master, a new padawan, and no appetite. Quinlan shows up: with friends, to make dumplings, to cook, and to eat. ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Grief Carried by kj_feybarn, obi-wan & anakin & luminara & quinlan & bant & siri, 3.5k    “This is going to pass,” Luminara said quietly, as though sensing his thoughts. Then, she probably didn’t need to, she’d always known him so well. “But until then, you don’t have to be alone.” ✦ 喜碗 | joy, dishes by virdant, obi-wan & quinlan & cast, ~1k    Quinlan likes dishwashing duty. Likes to wash the dishes barehanded. He likes to touch them, feel the imprints of the Jedi who’ve just eaten. He whispers what he learns to Obi-Wan, who always stands, shoulder-to-shoulder with him, when Quinlan volunteers for dishwashing duty again and again. ✦ 平果 | peace, fruit by virdant, obi-wan & quinlan & jedi & cast, ~1k    On fruit and healing. ✦ Lean on Me by CallToMuster, obi-wan & quinland & tholme & qui-gon & cast, 5.2k    [Or: Quinlan takes care of Obi-Wan after a mission gone wrong. Cue holofilm nights, essay writing help, and not a few tears.] ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k    “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ still like a lake by virdant, obi-wan & ahsoka & quinlan & luminara, ~1k    Ahsoka finds Obi-Wan meditating in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. ✦ It Brings on Many Changes by AlexTirZeng, obi-wan & quinlan & luminara & cody & cast, ~1k    Friendships are forged despite of war, not because of it. On medical leave after Point Rain, Obi-Wan catches a moment of downtime with some old friends. ✦ Sticky Fingers by phoenixyfriend, obi-wan & quinlan & hondo, 8.2k    In which Hondo Ohnaka (accidentally) saves the galaxy far, far away. ✦ Dinner and an Essay by virdant, obi-wan & anakin & quinlan & aayla, 2.9k    Obi-Wan just wants to host a nice dinner with all of his friends. Anakin has an essay that he still hasn’t written. These two facts are connected more than one’d expect. OBI-WAN AND QUINLAN HAVE SIGNIFICANT INTERACTION:       These fics aren’t necessarily fully focused on Obi-Wan and Quinlan, but they will have a lot of good, solid scenes together: ✦ The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine, obi-wan & cast, time travel, 1,144.5k words    Four years after Order 66 and the fall of the Jedi Order, a grieving, struggling Ben Kenobi finds himself inexplicably taken back in time, crashing headlong into the foundations of fate. ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ it takes a village by svitzian, obi-wan & anakin & plo & bant & kit & quinlan & aayla & luminara, 11.6k    While Obi-Wan has business to attend to, Anakin is under the supervision of a string of Jedi babysitters. ✦ War Drums by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & quinlan & shmi & cast, time travel, 74.6k wip    In 32 BBY, ten-year-old Anakin Skywalker wakes up as Darth Vader, his mind overwritten by the consciousness of his future self. In one day, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi loses his Master, gains the confusing and concerning friendship of a 46-year-old (ex-)Sith Lord trapped in a child’s body, and is pulled along on his desperate mission to save the galaxy. ✦ Propagation Delay by Jessepinwheel, obi-wan & quinlan & bant & cast, 16.8k    Twenty-two years ago after a mission to Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan disappeared and never came back. This is the story of the people left behind. ✦ a hazy shade of winter by blackkat, obi-wan & quinlan & aayla, 1.1k    This shirt is a little breezier than Quinlan remembers. ✦ Not Alone. by hope_lumus, obi-wan & quinlan & aayla & luminara & cal & barriss & cast, 12.3k wip    Quinlan was alone. Then Obi-Wan arrived, and the Galaxy was once again filled with lights.
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Burn the Breeze {Obi-Wan Kenobi}
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Summary: Modern AU where Obi-Wan (Ben) and Anakin are sheriffs that come to your small town to take down the corrupt rancher Dooku. Ben is Sheriff and Anakin is a deputy, same sort of dynamic they have in AOTC
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader
Warnings: slow burn, flirting, over worked Anakin, touching
Word Count: 1.2K
A/N: starting to pick up the pace here! def a lot more flirting in this chapter but still a little slow. hope you enjoy! no proof reading oops. also poor anakin just needs a nap
As worried as you were, something about being around Ben made you relax. There was so much going on and you felt like you were tangled up in the middle of it. Ben had come into your life with the breeze, picked you up and carried you along with him into whatever madness this was. You found yourself tossing and turning again that night, so on edge. Within the span of three days you found out that Senator Amidala’s life was in danger, Dooku was a worse man than you thought he was and your neighbors property had been lit on fire. Your life had been so uneventful before those two sheriffs strolled into town. You’d wake up, work on the few acres you owned, go out and go to bed. You had been content to live oblivious to the corruption in your county but now you were neck deep in it.
The other thing that had you tossing and turning was Ben. You felt comforted by him but the more you were around him the more you craved him. You imagined him lying here in your bed with you, telling you everything was going to be okay, that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. You wanted him to touch you. How could you think such things about a man you hardly knew. But there was something about the determination in his eyes that lit you up from the inside. You didn’t even know if he was single or not. You decided to ask Anakin.
The following morning you had to go into town so you decided to drop by the sheriff’s office, hoping the boys would be there. Much to your pleasure they were along with your County’s Sheriff Cody. His deputies were away on a call. You’d kind of forgotten that your sheriff might be there. Too late now you thought as all three turned to face you when they heard the heavy wooden door open.
“Oh hello” you said meekly.
“Hi,” Ben replied.
“Can I help you with something?” Sheriff Cody asked, almost begrudgingly.
You panicked, you had not thought this through. “Oh um I was uh just wondering if you had uh found out anything about the fire?” That was pathetic but at least you had thought of something to say.
Cody crossed his arms, “It’s still under investigation.”
“Right. Sorry. Well thank you anyways.” You said hurriedly as you turned to leave.
Ben offered to walk you out and you couldn’t have been more glad. You were absolutely certain your face was flushed with embarrassment. It only got worse however as Ben put his hand on the small of your back to usher you forwards. Your breath caught in your throat.
He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “What's the real reason you’re here?” You could feel his breath.
You gulped, “What do you mean?”
“If you only had a question you could have called.”
“I was already in town.” That much was true. But Ben had a fair point. His hand still hadn’t moved from your body, now resting on your bicep as you stood on the sidewalk outside of the Sheriff’s office. Nervously you met his eyes. He was trying so hard to read you and you wanted so desperately to let him in.
“Cody’ll be gone in twenty minutes. If you’re still around Anakin and I wouldn’t mind some coffee.” His hand dropped from your arm to his back pocket pulling out cash.
“Don’t give me money! My treat!” You smiled.
Ben grabbed your hand, placed a twenty in your palm and looked at you so sincerely that you had to take it. “Please” was all he said. Please, one simple word had such a grasp on you. Hearing it come out of his mouth gave it a whole different meaning. He could add please to the end of any request and you would do it for him.
“Okay.” Neither of you moved, staring into each other's eyes and your hand still resting on his palm. You wanted him to kiss you. But then it became too much and you broke away. You could feel him staring as you walked in the opposite direction. You never felt so conscious, it felt almost like you were learning to walk again making sure to put one foot in front of the other, trying to look as natural as possible as if you weren’t shaking with anxiety.
When you got back Cody was gone, thankfully. You were not ready for another awkward encounter with him. Anakin was grateful for the coffee. He looked like he needed it too. The poor guy looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and hair all over the place. There were papers and coffee cups scattered across the desks.
“Did y’all stay here all night?” You asked
“Sadly.” Anakin responded as Ben pulled up a chair for you. You gave him a soft smile.
“Well I’m glad I stopped in. It looks like you two could use a break.” Ben nodded but Anakin seemed a little hesitant.
“Absolutely” Ben said pointedly at Anakin. Anakin was headstrong and you assumed it was just about impossible from stopping him doing anything he set his mind to.
You were nosey and wanted so badly to peek at the papers and ask them millions of questions but you thought better of it. You already knew the answer you were going to get after all it was an ongoing investigation. As if Ben could read your mind he said “I know you’re curious but there isn’t much I can tell you.”
“I know”
You sat and chatted with them for a while, sneaking glances at Ben every so often. He looked so handsome with his shirt tucked into his Wranglers, belt buckle not too big or flashy and worn out cowboy boots. He didn’t know what he was doing to you as he leaned against the desk, arms crossed, body turned towards you. The conversation was coming to an end and you could tell they had to get back to work.
“Is it okay if I come back sometime?” You asked.
“Yes,” Ben swallowed, “please do.” Was that desperation in his voice or just your imagination? Anakin seemed indifferent. Letting you know that if you did you should bring more coffee.
As you left you heard something you were sure you weren’t supposed to hear. Clear as day you heard Ben’s voice, “God she’s gorgeous.” Your heart leapt into your throat and a blush rose to your cheeks. He thought you were gorgeous. When you got back to your truck you had to sit there for a few minutes to calm down before you drove off. You had no idea where to go from here with Ben but at least now you knew your feelings weren’t one sided anymore.
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House Of Memories (56/?)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader
Warnings: angst at the end, a lil fluff in between, and some war scenes ig
Summary: It is a rather amazing thing, how Anakin’s battle plans can seemingly always fulfill the need for help, especially admidst a hopeless battle.
A/n: Oh boy okay there’s a fight… and not the kind u guys are thinking of either.
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Outer Rim is under siege, and Separatist forces have launched a major offensive, led by the evil droid General Grievous, Republic forces are pushed to the brink. In response to this overwhelming attack, the Jedi Council has dispatched its Generals, sending them far from the Core Worlds to bolster the beleaguered clones. On the distant planet of Yerbana, Commander Cody of the 212th is in desperate need of reinforcements.
Meanwhile, on another front, General Anakin Skywalker along with the 501st were putting the finishing touches on their battle, with of course, a little help from you.
You watched the smoke billow into a big gray cloud above the the grounds, and deactivated your saber, falling into stride next to Anakin, who had just completed a transmission call with Obi-Wan, who was requesting help at the front where Cody was struggling to fend off droids.
“Your plan worked,” you said as if acknowledging the impossible. He scoffed, shaking his head at you and smirking at your former disbelief.
“Did you ever doubt me?” He asked, his cocky tone filling the words, along with his confident swagger when he walked.
“Yes, the entire time, actually,” you swept off some dust from your shoulder, which you hadn’t noticed was gathered there from the battle.
“If you’re done making fun of me, Obi-Wan has requested help for the 212th.”
You raised a brow, intrigued by his words. Another front line to dispose of? In one day? Well, you’d certainly made yourself useful. Anankin, too.
“Are we going to use your plan again?”
“I don’t see why not, it worked well enough the first time,” he waved for Rex to come over, along with Jesse and Hawk. He brought up the holo-map and scanned over where the battalion was having issues with droids. You furrowed your brows and raked a hand over the lower half of your face when you started focussing in on the feed. It was a small habit you’d picked up after years of watching Obi-Wan do it when he became stressed.
“They’re stationed on the north side of the bridge, so if we can sneak up under them we’ll have a great advantage,” he pointed to the bottom of the large overpass. “Rex, take half our men and put them in the air, scope out the area then find a hiding place under the bridge and wait for my signal.”
“General, I’ll need some assistance,” he nodded to you, and you looked to Anakin, as if asking for permission. You’d wanted to fly over and not have to ride in a tank or speeder, so you were hoping he’d approve you going with with them.
“Alright,” he said begrudgingly, closing the holo-map and turning to face Jesse instead. “We’ll take the other half of our men and follow in through the backside of the bridge. Hopefully they won’t have fallen back too far and we can make a clean cut.”
You smiled, breaking the small huddle the four of your had formed in order to go off in different directions. You’d be taking the 322nd company, along with Rex, who was eager to fly with you again. He hadn’t gotten to work with you as much as he did when Ahsoka was around, but now that he did, he was enjoying the time with an old friend.
Once he relayed the orders to the rest of the men, he and the rest began slinging jetpacks on their backs, letting them cling to the armor. Rex had offered you one of your own, but you’d never really used one before and you figured now was not the time to learn. You insisted you fly with him instead, and well, he could hardly say no to that.
“Hold on tight, bite-size,” he made sure you were securely wrapped around him before taking off into the air, leading the others to the bridge where the 212th was in desperate need of help.
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“Look out! Look out!”
The front was being constantly bombarded with open fire from the separatist forces, and with the few numbers they had, the 212th was futile to stop it, or even try to escape. There was no retreating from the endless missiles they sent hurdling through the air, killing nearly ten clones at the time.
“Aim for their eyes!” Cody yelled out to his men, but they weren’t easily able to hear him over all the ruckus going on. They couldn’t even barely see through the clouds of smoke that was being heavily layered in their surroundings.
Cody was barely recovered from his injuries on Anaxes, and yet he fought bravely against these clankers who so brutally attacked his men with a great onslaught.
He was trying his best to get closer to avoid being bombed off the bridge, but it seemed there was no escaping the shell that was flying straight towards him and his closest men. It was about to drop onto their position, and they braced themselves for impact, but it never came. Instead, the ground shook, and when they looked back, a blaze of blue light cleared from the smoke, revealing Obi-Wan Kenobi in a striking stance.
“General!” He called out in disbelief. Of all the close calls he had made throughout the years of this war, this seemed to be the nearest one yet. Cody believed he was moments away from death, but alas, the General had never missed his mark.
“Cody, get down!”
Obi-Wan fell back withe the rest of them, trying to gage himself on what was happening in every corner of this battle. In his mind, it seemed no one else was coming to help, so he would have to draw up a plan in his mind as quickly as he could.
“Well, I can see things are going splendidly on this front,” he ran a hand through his hair, dirt with the ashes of surrounding explosions. His hand had the proof of it when he pulled it back to his side.
“It's no good. We can't locate the tactical droid,” Cody had been working on this front for hours now, gaining very little ground, but losing too many men to risk making a charge towards them. “He's staying out of sight.”
Obi-Wan ducked his head down trying to think, but then another blast came towards them, destroying the top half of their cover so they were made to sink lower to the ground.
“Anakin, where are you?”
“I'm right here,” the voice of the rescue stood not even three feet away. He was standing, straight up and down in the middle of an oncoming blitz. Was he insane? No, he was just Anakin, and Anakin didn’t fear anything. “What are you doing down there?”
“We are taking cover. Now get down,” Obi-Wan tried to make him pursue the rational and obvious action, but of course, when did Anakin ever take orders from anyone but himself?
“You're not serious,” he crossed his arms, looking at them, then at the droid army, then back to them with a second look of disdain. “There's only a thousand droids down there, tops.”
“What are you up to? Where's my Padawan? Is she with Captain Rex?”
Anakin could tell by the tone in his voice he was nervous, but he need not be.
“We already finished our battle, so we decided to come help you with yours.”
“You're overdoing it. Again,” Kenobi had a long temper, and was not driven to it quickly, but there was always an exception for his former apprentice.
“Master, I mean no disrespect. If you want, I can hide here with you, and we can let the people in the city suffer longer.”
“Now, Anakin, you know I-“
“Or... we can do things my way and help them now,” Anakin finished. He wasn’t looking for negotiation, and though that was Obi-Wan’s most well known skill around the galaxy, he wasn’t going to pick a fight with him on the middle of his battlefield. All being said, he was intrigued to find out what the boy had in mind. It was probably something reckless, and stupid, but if it was effective, he wouldn’t be one to reprimand.
“Alright. I know better than to try and stop you,” Obi-Wan agreed, and stood to his feet after deeming the space as non threatening anymore. “What's your plan this time?”
“Stay here.”
Anakin started walking, not running mind you, but walking towards the enemy, his hands by his side, not even attempting to grab hold of his weapon. The guns of every droid, as well as all canons and missile projectors were turned to him. He was only one man, but they all knew who he was, and what he was capable of. They focused all forces on him and prepared to let loose havoc, but then he stopped, standing at a safe distance, with his hands raised in the air.
“Hold your fire! Hold your fire…” He repeated, catching the attentions of every droid in the army. They may not have had brains in their heads, but they knew what the words surrender meant, and though they couldn’t think about it too much, they weren’t sure if they were processing their intake correctly. “I have come to surrender.”
What is he doing? Obi-Wan thought to himself. This was ridiculous, and if this was the plan he used in defeating the army on his own front, along with you, he could not even predict what came next. You were no where to be seen, although obviously you were apart of Anakin’s shenanigans. You had always been right there along with him, ready to commit stupidity whenever his imagination deemed it necessary.
“Your forces fought valiantly, and I must admit that we are overmatched by your superior firepower. I congratulate you, for I have fought in many battles on many planets... always been victorious against the droid army,” Anakin was rambling. He barely said more than two words when it wasn’t required of him to say more, so Obi-Wan sensed that there was more to this plan than meets the eye. There was backup, somehow, someway, but it was here somewhere, and he could almost guarantee that you were leading them. You liked surprise attacks, it was like stepping on an ant hill and watching the insects scatter before they too got crushed.
“He’s stalling,” Obi-Wan muttered under his breath, but Cody heard him, watching on with as much curiosity as his General.
They had no idea that below the very ground they were standing on, the 322nd company was hanging onto the support bars beneath the bridge, waiting for Anakin’s signal. You’d regretted not at least trying your own Jetpack, because since you weren’t wearing one, and the height of the bridge was a fall hazard, you’d been passed around every few minutes from clone to clone to ensure your safety. You told them you would be fine until the signal was given, but they would rather not endure the wrath of General Kenobi’s lectures.
Currently you were hanging onto lieutenant vaughn, who was rather annoyed by the way you kept gripping his arm every time you looked down. You weren’t afraid of heights, but falling from them was a different story.
“Artoo, How much longer are we stuck down here?” Rex asked, climbing up to where the droid was suctioned to the wall of the bridge side.
The astral-mech beeped twice, with a subtle whir at the end, and Rex understood his meaning.
“Great. I'll tell the boys,” he swung his way back underneath the bridge, situating himself beside yourself and vaughn, ready to give the news. All right, men. Hang in there a little longer.”
They all were letting out sighs of exasperation. Waiting was not their strong suit. It was a shame that when they were engineered, the Kaminoans didn’t give them a good dose of patience.
“Sir, yes, sir.”
The sarcastic responses of the men did not pass your ears, and you knew they were all angsty to just get to work already. They were bred for war, and as crazy as it sounded, they crave it. They were only truly in their element when they were on the battlefield.
Meanwhile, above the bridge, Anakin was still stalling, going on and on about his battle to the end, and how he knew this was it, and he had lost.
“So, it is with these thoughts in mind that I gladly surrender myself to the mercy of the Separatist forces,” he was almost finished, and as soon as the tactical droid was in sight, he stopped, smirking and making sure the droid was in a suitable position before he gave word to his men, and you. “There he is.”
There was a split second pause, and in that pause, it seemed everyone on all sides new what was happening. Anakin, of course, the instigator, Obi-Wan and the 212th, the onlookers, and even the droids on the opposing side of the bridge, the enemy. They all knew in a second that it was a trap, a setup and that this was only going to end one way. As a victory for the republic.
“Now, Artoo!”
The droid ran down the wall yet again, while simultaneously, Anakin used the force to pull towards him the one chess piece that would topple the board. The tactical droid. He sliced through it with ease, and a moment later, the 332nd company was flying all about the air, laying waste to the clankers where they stood, leaving nothing left but burning metal.
You’d hitched a ride with Rex to the top, being dropped right on the line where the 212th were still standing by and watching the full on destruction. It was insanity, the way Anakin’s ideas, however crazy they may seem, worked perfectly nearly every time. That’s what Obi-Wan though at least. He turned around upon hearing that something or rather someone had landed next to him.
“Hello there,” you you said, catching him off guard and pulling your saber from your belt. You threw him you holo-pad, which you had neglected to leave in a safe place before coming here. “Watch this for me, will ya Master?”
“You and Anakin are made of pure madness, you know that?” He asked, watching as you prepared to run off in the direction of the fight.
“Of course, and we learned from the best.”
Obi-Wan shook his head, knowing that any madness that ensued surely did not arise from his sound teachings.
The battle ensued, and destruction was brought to the enemy, but that’s when a call came from the starship, beckoning you all back to see something important.
A transmission, that was what brought you back to the starship, but what kept you pacing upon it was who the transmission had been from. Ahsoka Tano, ex commander of the 501st legion, and Jedi Padawan. One of your best friends. She seemed so much older, so much wiser; you figured it was due to the last year she spent maturing on her own. You weren’t even sure it was her at first, she seemed so stoic and serious, almost like Obi-Wan when he was noramally in public settings. It didn’t suit her as much, because you’d known her to be so lively and mischievous like Anakin.
“She’s coming here,” you hadn’t stoped pacing the confines of yours and Obi-Wan’s quarters since you’d arrived to them. “It’s been so long.”
“Whatever happens, we must let the council decide what our course of action will be.”
“The council that voted to have her expelled?” You quirked a brow at him and he rolled his eyes. “Obi, I know you think their decisions are wise, but most often they lead to bad things happening to innocent parties concerned. Take me for example, until I went back for Master Windu in those caverns, I was just collateral damage to the council for years.”
“I know how you’ve felt about the council, that doesn’t change the fact that they give the orders and we follow them.”
His explanation was flawed, and you could sit and poke holes through it all day, but the only one you would use right now was this.
“Aren’t you a deciding member of the Grand Council?”
He sighed, dropping his head. He didn’t want to argue with you right now, or at all. He was sure that helping Ahsoka would lead to unforseen damages, but he didn’t want to express that to you. He wanted to take your side, and Anakin’s for this case, but he knew the risks were high.
“I am but one person, little one, and I am the youngest member,” he reminded you, and you breathed out, knowing that there was truth in what he said. He may be on the council, but he had not been there long enough to persuade others to a cause.
“But you’ll try and convince them, won’t you?”
The look on your face when you turned back to him, it was begging, pleading, and he couldn’t say no to a face like that.
“Of course.”
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He did not in-fact try and convince them, and once Ahsoka and Lady Bo-Katan were brought onto the ship, he did nothing to stand up for their cause. Darth Maul, the Zabrak who killed Duchess Satine had been pinpointed to an exact location, and with backup from the republic, he could be captured and defeated once and for all. Though he had earlier had you convinced that he was on your side, on Ahsoka’s side, he had been harboring his thoughts about the situation the whole time. When he refused to help them, you stormed out of the room after him.
“What is the matter with you? They have Maul pinpointed on a map, and you’re just going to let them fend for themselves?”
“It’s not a matter of the republic, there’s nothing that can be done,” he insisted, shaking his head and giving an expression that said he was stressed over this matter.
“Don’t you think that we owe it to Ahsoka to help her? After everything that’s happened?” You were not going to let this one go so easily. He was being an arse for not considering the big picture, but you weren’t going to let him decide without seeing it.
“She is a citizen, now, Any help we can give her would not be aided by our armed forces.”
“Listen to yourself, Obi. You don’t sound like a Jedi, you sound like a General, and you’re beginning to play politics like one, too,” you waved your hands around for emphasis. He was as stubborn as a bantha sometimes, and you couldn’t budge him.
“I am a General. One that defends the honor of the republic, and right now, this is not as important,” he thought that perhaps you would see things his way, but you couldn’t, not when your ideals were so different about this war you fought in. You fought against it, and Obi-Wan fought in it. There was a difference between the two, however small, and it drove you on your thoughts and opinions.
“What about Satine? She died, and because of that sacrifice my life was spared. You don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about that?” You hated the woman the entire time she had been alive. You’d always craved what she had, which was now yours, but you felt horrible over the way it ended. Her life was spilt for yours to be kept. Jedi don’t trade lives, that’s not how it works. The Jedi are selfless, and giving to a fault.
“I don’t regret what I did. What happened to her was horrible, but if it meant I could keep you, I would do it again, one hundred times over.”
You were both shocked and compelled by the words. You meant so much to him… so why wasn’t he listening to you.
“Then do it for me. Help them, Obi-Wan. You may be their only hope,” you were no longer heated, but now pleading with every single ounce of yourself, giving him a flash of that soft expression, the one that melted him every time. He didn’t want to oppose you, he hardly ever did, but as a General to the republic, he had a job, a purpose to serve, and going off on rogue missions while unapproved was Anakin’s thing, not his.
“My love, this isn’t something I can do. I’m sorry,” he was truly apologetic, but you were furious with him, now.
You hated that he was proving himself to be more of a General than a Jedi, that this part of him and completely overshadowed the man you once knew. You still loved him as he was, of course you did, but that didn’t stop your next words from flying out your mouth.
“No, you’re not. I’m going with Ahsoka, and you can’t stop me,” you turned and got ready to walk out the door, looking back only to add on, “Don’t speak to me until after I’ve returned, I won’t hear any of it.”
“Little one, wait,” he tried to pull you back to him gently, his hand only barely grazing your arm before you used the force to push him away from you, stumbling back on his feet to keep the separation. The door panels closed, and he was left alone, to figure out what to do with your word weighing heavily on his conscious… that was until the loud blaring sirens began echoing through every hall of the ship.
There were two alarm systems that echoed like that, one being when the ship was under attack, and the second being when the capital was. Since the ship was stable, he came to the conclusions that it was the latter… oh no.
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