#Cody with obi wans lightsaber makes me weak so.

[artbowls]

Who’s got the high ground now, Obi-Wan?

#my art #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #tcw obi wan #tcw cody #tcw #Cody with obi wans lightsaber makes me weak so. #im so gay #sometimes you just need a little sun motif perspective drawing to make everything better

[frostbitebakery]

Surrender AU WIP Sunday

I’m just throwing this out so I can continue with it. Once it’s done, all of Surrender will go on AO3.

Are you still there?

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He wants to howl with rage and grief. Pieces of armor crush under his fingers, his knees sink into the ground.

The world is too blurry. Made up of blobs and a singing blue light razing through what’s left of the battlefield.

“Commander?”

90,000 thousand clones and the bile stacks up at the back of his throat.

“Commander!”

.

Are you still there?

.

He wants to swallow. He shakes his head instead. “If we break open left flank—“

“Negative. Intel relays there’s reinforcements on the way. The troops would be trapped.”

“Like Doom’s aren’t?” he barks and straightens when the captain shrinks back.

“If we drop from above?” Obi-Wan suggests, rotating the holo of the topography, and Cody wants to shake him by the back of his neck.

“There’s no room,” Boil says, “we’d be squished together with no maneuverability.”

There’s no approach, no fault line to be exploited, no weakness. The CIS presence is overwhelming the troops, the planet, and the trade route that serves billions of sentients.

There’s a rushing in his hands, a tingling in his ears. He wants to be blind. Deaf. Mute. Blind, deaf, mute,

“Cody,” Doom speaks up on the comm and Cody watches him slowly take off his bucket. The sweat on his brow, the resignation in his eyes. There’s a spot of blood under his nose which Cody can’t look away from. “With everything you got.”

He watches their fleet’s arsenal bomb the continent. Feels the rust build up over his heart as his siblings die by friendly fire.

.

Are you still safe?

.

“I can’t!”

“Please.”

“I— I— Cody, I can’t. There’s… a blockade. Within me. I can’t.”

“Please,” he cries, desperation shaking him and throwing him down and he can taste ashes. “Please.”

“All— …all right.”

.

Are you still there?

.

“I’m sorry,” he says, cradles beige tunics and copper hair and blue, hollow eyes close. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Obi-Wan, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“You did,” Obi-Wan says faintly against his collarbone. “You did mean it.”

The howling and rushing comes back with new tears running into the hiccups. “And it worked,” he doesn’t say, just clutches Obi-Wan closer to himself. Maybe if he can make them one person…

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Are you still safe?

.

“As of 3 AM, standard, the whole of the 104th battalion has received critical hits.”

There’s something brewing underneath his skin, in the sacrifices his muscles bear.

“Master Koon?” Obi-Wan asks next to him, stone-faced and tense.

“I’m afraid the whole battalion was wiped out.”

.

Are you still there?

.

The lightsaber leaves a dent in the wall.

“Bloody useless,” Obi-Wan murmurs, paces like a caged animal, scarred hands flexing weakly, “stupid things.”

#my wips #surrender au #codywan #evil!codywan #and the start of their journey to get there

[blackkatmagic]

It's just turned monday here and I know I'll forget about it in the morning so... For some reasons (insert furious handwaving) Maul was married off to Jaster to cement an alliance with the Mandalorians. Maul is pissed off but can't afford to be sent back so he's just. Silent and glowering. This is torture for Jaster, who has SO MANY QUESTIONS about the force and can't get a word out of Maul. Jaster learns to echolocate facts about the force by confidently saying things and measuring how wrong they are by how much Maul grinds his teeth. (Maybe he'll hit upon the thing that will make his new husband finally open his mouth and correct him)

Maul is going to make himself a widower in short order.

Murderous, faintly sleep-deprived, entirely fed up with absolutely everything, Maul slouches in his chair, one foot braced on the seat, and glares across the table at his new husband, contemplating whether he can refine his technique enough to actually murder someone with his eyes. Even if he can't, the excess of gold he’s wearing has to be good for something. Jaster won't be able to spout his stupid theories if he’s choking on five kilograms of jewelry.

“Don’t be silly, Arla,” Jaster says, in that particular confident tone that truly drives Maul to the edge of homicide. “Force-users have a long history of translocating themselves across vast distances.” There's a pause, and Maul ignores the dark eyes on him, watchful and amused, and instead contemplates how hard he’d have to throw the delicate curls of gold currently wound around his horns for them to kill a man.

Then, with the conviction of a man who’s never been mauled by a Zabrak for his sheer idiocy, Jaster says, “And besides, everyone knows of their ability to change their shape on a molecular level.”

A vein in Maul's temple probably throbs. He definitelygrinds his teeth, trying desperately to remember that Savage and Feral are both currently under Mother Talzin’s thumb, both sold into their own marriages to bring her power as she plays all sides. Serving the Sith Lord before his untimely demise wasn’t precisely better, but—

At least the safety of his brothers didn’t rest on Maul's ability to tolerate sheer stupidity.

Jaster doesn’t show any signs of recognizing that his lack of intelligence is causing Maul physical pain. He simply sinks back in his chair, swirling his wine in his glass, and smiles at Maul like he’s won something. “No shapeshifting, then?” he asks, amused.

Maul narrows his eyes, tips his head back to look down his nose at Jaster. Thinks, determinedly and a little bit mulishly, of Feral married to the clone army’s Marshal Commander, of Savage wed to a Jedi and forced to play husband to the new Master of the Order. Kit Fisto isn't Obi-Wan Kenobi, but Maul has no faith in a Jedi’s willingness to guard his younger brothers from Talzin. Clearly it falls to Maul to uphold this bargain, at least well enough to establish a safe place for Savage and Feral to flee to when they’re inevitably betrayed.

“Still no words for me, husband?” Jaster asks, still smiling. Maul might think him attractive if he weren’t so frustrating. “You were willing to exchange words at the wedding, but I've rarely been blessed with your opinions since.”

“Jaster,” Arla says, rolling her eyes from further down the table. Deliberately, like she’s making a point, she reaches out, tips more wine out of the pitcher and into her cup, and then downs it. “Please. Some of us are trying to eat here.”

“I'm hardly stopping you,” Jaster protests, entirely innocent. Maul twists one of the rings on his fingers and contemplates how much force he’d need to embed it in the wall above Jaster's head, as a warning. “I was just saying, Maul can finally confirm what I've known for years, which is that as the Force is the manifestation of a vast creature of entropy—”

Maul is going to break a tooth, he’s grinding them so hard. He digs his fingers into the arm of his chair, the black cloth of his formal wear, and fixes the image of Feral in that last moment before parting in his mind. Feral, thin and weak from punishment at the Nightsisters’ hands, being tradedto Commander Cody, passed into the ranks of the vast army made with stolen DNA and set against the Republic. Feral will suffer if Maul breaks this alliance. Talzin made that very clear, and Maul has little enough family as it is. He isn't about to lose his brothers. Not for this.

Jango, slumped down on Arla's other side and looking as though he greatly regrets agreeing to this dinner, groans and buries his face in his hands. “Old man, if you can't even flirt normally—”

“It’s not flirting, it’s science,” Jaster says. “I have a theory. Maul, would you care to help me prove it right?”

Since Maul would much rather attempt to drown Jaster in his soup, he bites his tongue and glares.

Jaster beams. “The Force,” he says, and Maul braces for impact, “is the expression of a vast hive mind beyond the known galaxy—”

It’s worse than Maul thought. He’s going to physically implode if he has to listen to this for one second longer—

“The Force,” Jaster says again, still watching Maul, “is an energy field created by living things.”

Not quite correct, but certainly more so than hive minds, and Maul only rolls his eyes a little. “If you're quite done,” he says darkly, because he knows what Jaster is doing, but that doesn’t exactly make it easier to bear.

Jaster chuckles, leaning across the table to pour Maul more wine. “For now,” he promises. “Though if you're open to a debate on the origins of the Jedi as a cohesive order—ow!”

One of the small, bright red fruits pegs Jaster squarely in the side of the head and bounces off. Not, surprisingly, thrown by Maul, and he blinks, casting a look sideways down the table, to where Jaster's majordomo is veryinterested in the last few spoonfuls of liquid remaining in his bowl. There is, notably, a bowl of the fruits right in front of him.

“Treachery,” Jaster complains, straightening with an offended expression. “Jango—”

“If it had been me, I would have thrown my whole plate at you,” Jango says, raising his hands. “Blame Arla.”

“If it had been me, it would have been a knife,” Arla says, clearly already a little tipsy, and single-mindedly trying to get herself right to drunk.

Well. Maul can appreciate the assistance of an ally, when the circumstances are right. He opens his mouth to take credit—

“Did you know,” Jaster says, perfectly certain, “that each lightsaber’s color represents the phase of the moon under which it was mined, and the resonance of them—”

Maul is going to murder him, delicate political alliances be damned. Feral will understand. With a low growl, he shoves himself up, lunges across the table, and grabs Jaster by the collar of his shirt, hauling them in until they're eye to eye.

“You,” he bites out, “are the most imbecilic manI have ever had the vast misfortune to meet. That is not how lightsabers work.”

“Oh?” Jaster asks with interest, leaning in even as Maul's eyes narrow. He smirks, his hand curling over Maul's, lacing their fingers, and then he deliberately, like a dare, raises Maul's hand to his lips. “Tell me more?”

Maul picks up his soup bowl and coolly upends it over his head. Truly, such a request deserves no other possible response.

[On AO3]

#my writing #PBP I HATE THAT YOU MADE ME SHIP THIS SO HARD #jastermaul #jaster mereel #darth maul

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

For your writing prompt post...

Tech X reader where one of them risks their life for the other and ends up captured by the enemy. The other needs to rescue them before it's too late!

Thank you in advance :3

Bro I had SO MUCH FUN writing this one ngl. Thank you for the request!! And please! Any more ideas? Feel free to send them in!!

Clones and Lightsabers

"What do you mean Y/n's been captured?" Tech asked, "y/n doesn't get captured-"

"Well she did." Jesse spoke.

"I'll say it again- Y/n doesnt get captured." Tech defended.

"We recieved this message not long ago." Cody spoke, the hologram appearing.

Y/n sat on the floor, Savage and Maul besides her.

"Bring me what I want-"

"I can help both of you! Just let me-" y/n tried to tell.

"BRING ME WHAT I WANT! NOW!" Maul defended, "AND WHAT I WANT IS KENOBI AND SKYWALKER!"

Savage grabbed her by her arm lifting her weak body up as she struggled against his grip, kicking her feet.

"And if you don't!" Maul's lightsaber ignited, as he moved to face her.

"Maul! We were friends once! Don't do this-"

She cut off herself with her own screaming as her arm was cut off.

"If you don't bring me Skywalker and Kenobi! It will be her head!" Maul argued.

The group had seen there share of carniage, but someone close to them getting tourtured.

Tech was engraged, she hadn't done anything.

"What's are course of action?" Tech asked.

"We don't have one not-"

"You have none?!" Tech shouted.

"Tech." Hunter spoke.

"No!" Tech argued, "you have no course of action! No plan!?"

"Get your men in line!" Jesse argued.

"Tech!" Hunter argued.

Tech glared at Hunter and the regs infront of him.

"We don't have a course of action as of yet." Cody spoke, "The Jedi council hasn't agreed to the mission.

"I believe if we talk to General Skywalker and Kenobi we'll be able to do this under the Jedi Council." Rex spoke.

Speaking of the devil, Anakin, Obi-wan and Ashoka walked in the room.

"Well?" Crosshair asked.

"Its no go." Anakin said reluctantly.

"But that doesn't mean where not doing it." Ashoka spoke.

"And I only agree. Y/n though came out of no where. Is important. And will be saved." Obi-wan spoke, "and if Maul wants both me and Anakin. We shall give him what he wants."

"Could you survive that long?" Tech questioned.

"Tech!" Hunter snapped.

"Its not an option." Skywalker spoke crossing his arms.

"If we wish to get Y/n back we'll have to be a good enough distraction." Obi-Wan told.

"Very well." Hunter spoke, "So. Whats the plan?"

The rescue team stood in the Havoc Marauder, Tech working on the map and coordinates timing everything.

He sighed as he lifted up his goggles rubbing his eyes.

"You need rest."

He turned his head seeing Anakin, "I am more busy than you presume."

Anakin walked over taking a seat next to him in the empty cargo bay, a single light hanging over him.

"You worry for Y/n."

Tech stayed silent and contuied to work.

"But you regret what happened to her."

Tech stopped working, "she wouldn't blame you."

Tech stayed silent how was he ment to respond? It was true, Tech blamed himself for it all. Why you were captured in the first place? That was his fault.

The group had encountered Darth Maul and his brother. Y/n had said it was a peace mission, and even took the liberty of leaving her saber onboard. It was one of the only times the bad had got there asses handed to them. Y/n had taken a saber dropped on the ground, Maul walking up to Tech.

"The weak will die first."

Before the red saber was brought down it was blcoked.

"You are the weak one my friend."

Y/n held the dark saber with two hands, pushing against Maul as he growled.

"You."

Maul jumped back as the saber battle beginning, giving the clone force enough time to escape,

"Get in here now!" Hunter demanded.

"Go without me! Now!"

"Y/n!-"

"Now! I'll make it back!"

Tech sighed, looking down at his work, "She may not blame me. But I blame myself. The sith said the weak die first, I am lucky enough to have a head on my shoulders."

It was silent as Anakin pulled something from his robes as he stood up, placing a wrapped item infront of Tech.

"Give these to her. When you see her." Anakin spoke walking towards the door, stopping in the door way, "Oh and while your at it. Add something to them."

He left the cargo bay as Tech sat in silence, wipping away his work he put the wrapped item infront of him, opening them he seen the two lightsaber hilts, completely plain- nothing but a button on each one and a extension on each end, there being a third button at the end of one.

Picking up the two they were a singular unit,until Tech pulled on them slightly the two disconnecting and him dropping one causing him to curse a word of Mando, picking up the saber he placed the other on the crate, looking at the engravings, sure the actual desgin of the sabers were simple but they were littered with names, most he recognized.

People such as the Generals, most noticeably Skywalker, and Tano's name. Even clones names engraved such as Fordo and 99's names. He found his own closest brothers, but his own name no where to be found. She had attempted to convince him but he called the act childish and Y/n accepted it.

How stupid was he, a blank spot besides the ignition button calling his name as he rubbed the blank spot. Sighing he looked over the second one, Savage and Maul's name being there but along with the name Feral under it. All had horns protruding from there names and silly- semi-decent engravings of peoples faces done all cartoony were spotted around the two of them.

Traveling down to the bottom of the saber he spotted two extentions both looking as if they snapped into place, he did as hypothesis and with sucess snapped them into together, the saber accidently turning on causing him to jolt, one side yellow the other orange.

He remember watching her shadow train, her movements smooth and fluid, she had made it look so effortless. With her high jumps, kicks, flips, she had it all. He'd watch her, every time, even having Crosshair join the session and shoot at her as she dodged each bullet, the two constantly bickering with one another as they trained.

Tech had questioned the tech before, analyzing everything she had explained and even opening them up for him. He knew how they worked, he understood weight, and center of gravity, momentum. She had taught him- Y/n had taught him everything about the saber, she had entrusted that enough to him.

So.

Why couldn't he fight with them to get her back.

No he was just a clone.

Right he was a clone.

Just a clone- just a clone in love with an unreachable higher being.

But he loved her.

He loves Y/n, and no one else in such a way. Seperating the sabers he held them in both hands looking down at them.

He had time, not much but he had time.

Igniting the sabers he took postion.

How would of Y/n done it.

Bracing her feet? Her center of weight leaned a bit forward? He didnt know much, but he would have to.

The ship landed after time, Tech tolding onto her sabers hidden away in his bag. The generals going over the plan with everyone again.

The plan never did goes as planned, both Anakin and Obi wan with there captains being stopped by Grevious and Savage rather than the brother duo.

"She should be in here." Tech spoke, quickly hacking the door pannel as it opened, the room large and circular in size. Y/n chained to the middle of the room by her ankles, one hand that was left and her neck.

"Y/n!" Tech shouted as he ran over.

"T-tech?" She asked watching him run over and drop to his knees, immediately examining her.

"You're arm- they cut more-"

"I'm okay tech..." she spoke, "Im okay now that you're here."

"Ashoka! Watch out!"

Tech turned his head, Ashoka braced in defense against Maul.

"Tech! Hurry up with those restraints!" Hunter demanded, the group of clones firing at Maul.

Ashoka had been tossed into the men, a large chunk of them being decommissioned along with herself, Tech reaked of anxiety, working as fast as he could.

"Thats it!" Wrecker shouted rushing at Maul as the man was just tossed aside on the count of the force, taking the rest of the men with him.

"There!" Tech spoke popping the last restriction.

"Tech!"

Tech turned around just to also be thrown across the room, his backpack falling off as he laid flat on the ground.

"You will persih! By my hand!" Maul shouted, Y/n's weak form being lifted up into the air as she grasped at her neck with the one hand she had left.

"M-Maul! N-No!"

"You will Die! And they all will watch!" Maul shouted in anger.

Tech groaned looking up as his ears rang. The contents of his backpack infront of him.

"You will die! And you will fall!"

Looking just infront of him Y/n's sabers laid infront of him as he reached for them.

Y/n forced onto her knees as she looked up at Maul, just to look down in defeat.

"Now Kenobi will lanquish in the pain I did!" Maul shouted dark saber in hand as he raised it up ready to strike.

Bringing it down in one heavy swing it clashed with two sabers, the sound of them clashing filling the room and echoing off the walls.

Y/n looked up, and so did the awakening clones.

"Is. Is that Tech?!" Echo asked shocked as the others as Tech struggled yet held his ground blocking Maul from Y/n, her sabers in hand as he pushed Maul back.

"The clone?!" Maul snarled, the two slowly pacing in a wide circle.

The pacing stopped.

"You think you can defeat me." Maul argued.

"No." Tech spoke, "but just because I can't defeat you doesn't mean I'll let you kill her."

"The girl?!" Maul laughed, "A clone in love with a Jedi!?"

Tech took stance, he copied her, both feet brace, leaning forward slightly, bent slightly over, one saber up for attacks one lower for defense.

Maul took his usual stance, Tech adjusting his as he clicked the sabers together his arm now back holding the weapon, his back a bit more straight.

"Now I wonder who taught you." Maul smirked in both anger and well know the victory would be his.

Maul rushed at him within the next second taking the defense as he and Maul pushed against on another for higher ground.

"Don't just sit there!" Hunter demanded, "Help our brother!"

The clones now in a rage of passion got up, Ashoka following the party as Maul fought against the group,in the midest of defending he detatched on saber from the other, hoping to surpise the Sith as he attempted to slice at the mans legs, but to no avail as he was shoved back.

Tech only rushing back in with both sabers, even if he was only for defense he needed to save her.

He needed her.

Slicing hard Maul was hit in the shoulder causing him to fall backwards, "this isnt the end!" He shouted pulling out a remote as the panel he fell on opened up and he fell through.

"Take care of Y/n! I'm going after Maul!" Ashoka demanded, "Jesse!"

"Yes General!"

The two jumped down the hole, Tech still in the center of the room, Holding the ignited sabers with a heavy pant.

Turning back to Y/n he remembered his objective, letting the sabers drop from his hands he rushed over to her.

"Crosshair! The med kit!"

"Uh-Yeah..."

Y/n was still in shock herself, "It seems they atleast patched you up decently, but you're sleep deprived and starving-"

"Tech."

Tech contuied to ramble, "Tech!"

He finally stopped looking up at her, "Im okay...I promise."

Unlike anyone else Hunter knew how to read a room, forcing his men out the room without a word.

"I still need to fix your arm up." Tech told her, going thorough the kit,alredy starting to repatch her arm up, cutting the old bandages.

"Tech."

"Yes..."

"You copied all my moves. You've watched me?" Y/n asked.

"I-" Tech responded, "I know they are not mine to use-"

"Fuck being a jedi." Y/n told him.

"Excuse me?-" he questioned, just to be pulled into a heavy kiss, his hands not knowing what to do he sat tense.

Y/n pulled away only for a second taking in a peice of air, just to smash her lips on his again.

Soon melting into the kiss he dropped the siccors his hand running through her hair as he kissed back, pushing back into the kiss as Y/n pulled away for air.

"I love you." She told him.

"You. I-" Tech spoke shocked, he had just been made out with and told I love you withing the same mintue, "i- I love you too."

Y/n smiled at him as he smiled back.

She had been brought to an infirmary and was given full medical treatment, after being given a solid arm and told to rest that same night Tech came in, top half armour removed and in his blacks, Y/n sat there using blocks and twirling things around with her new arm and hand.

"Cyare." He spoke holding her still flesh hand.

She smiled softly, "These um. Are for you."

Y/n saw both sabers in Tech's hands, and with her metal hand she grabbed both of them.

"General Skywalker said you like new things. I pressumed you out every new person you meet on there." Tech spoke, "I remember rejecting the idea from you when we first met."

Y/n looked at where the empty spot use to be, his name now engraved on the spot.

She smiled softly rubbing a metal finger over the fresh engraving.

"Its perfect Tech." She spoke looking up at him, leaning towards the side he sat on as he leaned forward the two kissing softly.

Y/n chuckled softly, Resting her head against his.

"Im glad your alright." Tech spoke.

"And Im glad it was you who saved me."

#star wars headcanons #star wars #star wars tech #tech x reader #bad batch tech #the bad batch tech #star wars: the bad batch #tech the bad batch #clone wars tech #tcw tech #star wars tbb #tech x you #writing asks

[alderaani]

still i find you there

summary: after Rako Hardeen, there are several things that need fixing.

written for @codywanweek and the day 1 prompt fix-it. I fully intended to have more days completed for this, but given that it’s *checks notes* day 5, it’s probably not going to happen. this is very angsty and perhaps a bit melodramatic, but the heart wants what it wants. also catch me forgetting obi-wan was wearing his vambraces when he ‘died’ and having to stretch to make it work for me. warnings for grief, percieved death and all that good stuff.

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He’s alive.

It seems impossible. It feels entirely predictable. And yet...Cody can’t make himself believe it. He saw Obi-Wan die, the grainy security-holo footage of slick Coruscant rooftops showing little more than a bolt of red and a lone figure reeling, falling. No sound, no clear faces, and yet...He knew that red hair. He knew that posture, how it could startle like that if timed very, very well.

It had been the only thing that made it real.

It had been a terrible idea to look at the footage, just like Rex (and Fox, and Wolffe, and Boil) had told him, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d needed something to help him break out of the stupor, the long silences, the staring at the door like Obi-Wan was going to walk right through it. The war didn’t stop just because someone had died, and the GAR hadn’t cared about the cataclysmic shockwave it had sent through Cody’s life.

They’d sent the 212th packing to Mimban within a day of the assassination, and Cody had nearly gotten his head blown off after leaving his left flank wide open, expecting the snap-hiss of a lightsaber to cover him. Instead Wooley had been his salvation, yanking him back at the last second and roaring that he needed to get it together. It had been like walking in a dream.

Watching the holo had worked. It had convinced some deep, desperate part of himself that Obi-Wan really wasn’t coming back. That somehow he was going to have to carry on alone, or worse, with another Jedi, whose differences would grate at him like a knife paring into bone.

And in the end, it had all been a lie.

Cody takes a deep breath and leans his forehead against one of the blaster racks in the armoury, the durasteel sharp and cool on his skin. His knees shake and he grips the shelf edges until his fingers hurt, just standing there, just breathing. 

His heart feels big and swollen in his chest, gluttoned with relief and anger, paired with a sharp, aching grief that now, more than ever, has nowhere to go. There’s no reason to harbour it; he should know better. 

He just can’t help it. 

He’d stood through the shuttle landing, through the torturous debrief, through strange, hairless Obi-Wan meeting his eyes and explaining earnestly that ‘if it hadn’t been classified of course he’d have said something…’ without so much as a twitch, but a great yawning chasm in his belly had opened and only kept getting wider the longer they kept making small talk about provisions, and reopening Obi-Wan’s quarters and a million other things that had happened since he’d - gone away. In the end he’d excused himself, planning to retrieve the personal effects he’d personally cleared out of Obi-Wan’s quarters because he’d needed to feel close to him, after, and there hadn’t been any other practical reason to go in there.

Except now he’s standing here, the relevant box at his feet, and he just can’t move. 

Eventually the trembling in his legs slows, and he lifts his head from the shelf, turning instead to slide down it, using it for balance until he hits the floor. His knee thunks against the crate as he collapses, the scant things inside clinking against each other. 

That had been one of the worst things; Obi-Wan always filled a room. His presence was a gentle, quiet, pervasive thing. Cody had held his small collection of two plants, a meditation mat, a few trinkets from planets visited and a lightsaber maintenance kit and felt nothing. 

He swipes ruthlessly at his face with one hand, thumbing under his eyes to scrub away the moisture. 

He needs to get moving. They’ll be looking for him soon. 

Instead, his knee has dislodged the thin fabric covering the crate, and his eyes catch on the vambrace stacked on top, the straps frayed and snapped. Cody had helped paint this one and its pair, had shown Obi-Wan how to get the colours to take properly to the unwieldy plastoid. 

He’d been the one to break it, too. Obi-Wan had just come out of the field medstation, bruised to shit but still smiling, and Cody had crowded him against a powered down holostation in the empty command tent and yanked at his clothes, just needing to feel his pulse under his skin, to feel the warmth of him safe and alive. It had been too much for the worn out armour to bear. 

Two cycles later Obi-Wan had been on his way to Coruscant again, and there had been no time to fix them. It’s stupid, but Cody had taken one look at them on the little desk, in the space that had once been Obi-Wan’s room, and all he’d been able to think was that he hadn’t been properly protected. Cody had broken his armour. Cody had left him vulnerable.

Obi-Wan’d taken his spare set, of course, but he’s always complained that they chafe, and if there’s one thing Cody knows, it’s that if your armour isn’t right you aren’t fighting at your best.

He reaches for the broken piece now, thumbing the frayed synthleather and the chipped paint, yellow and red and faint scuffed up grey. 

He knows now that it wouldn’t have made a difference to what happened, but he still heaves himself up to his feet after a moment and goes to the supply closet, pulls out a new strap, and sits back down again, committing to unpicking the stitching of the old before he can attach it.

He should’ve done this sooner. 

He should’ve been more careful. 

He should’ve been there.

He should’ve - 

He could have - 

He’s crying.

He’s crying, and he doesn’t realise it until the salt is heavy on his cheeks, until his neckline is wet, until his vision blurs so hard he can’t see. Cody makes a low, animal sound and curls over the vambrace, his fingers stilling against the threads. 

His throat aches, his face is swollen, his body hot. He feels sick, and disoriented, overwhelmed in a way he can’t name.

“Cody?” 

He flinches like he’s wounded, turning his face away from the door, like it will hide the evidence of his weakness. He knows he’s failed when Obi-Wan’s breath sucks in, so loud in the quiet. 

“Cody?” His voice comes again, much closer this time. “Will you...will you look at me?” 

Through the haze, Cody catches something that does make him turn. Obi-Wan sounds...hesitant, so uncharacteristically tentative that it cuts through the rest. 

He wipes quickly at his face, smearing the mess, and gets his eyes just clear enough to find Obi-Wan’s face, so foreign and smooth but so dear for all that. His eyes are still the same, glacier-heart blue, and worried, right now, focused on his face. 

“Oh,” Obi-Wan whispers at whatever he finds there, then reaches out, stutters halfway through, and drops his hand. His wrist is bare, and his robe sleeves flop backwards.

“I was trying to fix it,” Cody croaks, shifting to unveil the half-mended vambrace. “Before I brought it back. I broke it, and then you left without it and then you -”

It’s Obi-Wan’s turn to flinch back this time, while Cody greedily drinks him in, taking in the changes to his face, the way the lack of a beard makes his jaw look sharper, his features look younger. The stubbly fuzz of his hair is odd, true enough, but it’s still him.

“I - I never thought,” Obi-Wan says haltingly, and now Cody frowns, because it’s so unlike him to lose his words. Obi-Wan’s eyes flicker away, then back, like he’s steeling himself. Almost like he’s afraid. 

“I never imagined you’d feel responsible - Cody - I’m so sorry -” 

He reaches out, his fingers loosely catching Cody’s wrist this time. Cody feels it, the warmth of his hand sharp and electric. Tears spring to his eyes all over again; it’s the first time they’ve touched since he walked Obi-Wan to the hangar and he kissed him goodbye behind a LAAT/i. He’s replayed it so many times since, thinking he’d never get another, but the memory does the reality no justice, failing to preserve the way heat floods under his skin. 

Obi-Wan moves to take his hand back, and Cody traps it there, anchoring his fingers and dipping his head, just breathing through it.

“If I could have told you,” Obi-Wan continues. “I would have, I swear it, I -”

“I know,” Cody says instantly, because he does, he’d never doubt it. “I know you couldn’t.”

Their fingers curl more securely together, calluses and knuckles finding a home against their pair. 

“I didn’t know if you’d be angry,” Obi-Wan says. Cody shakes his head before he even thinks about it.

“It was your duty. I just -,” he squeezes his eyes shut again, voice breaking. The deception had made him angry. He can admit that, but it was never directed between them. The war stops for no-one, after all. “I can’t believe you’re still here.” 

“I promise, I always intend to stay,” Obi-Wan murmurs.

Cody’s smiling when he kisses him, so full his cheeks ache with it. It tastes of salt and bitter-sweet and just a hint of desperation, their hands clasped with the vambrace cradled between them. 

Then Obi-Wan draws him in, tucking his head under his chin. Cody presses his wet skin to the hollow of neck, listens to his heartbeat, and weeps.

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For the CreativeWriting prompts: Codywan and 20, where Cody's the one injured?

They’re using slug throwers, Obi-Wan thinks blankly, diving back into cover and flattening himself against the broken duracrete slab of what had once been a retaining wall. Slug throwers.

“Orders, sir?” Cody asks from beside him, crouched with his Deece in front of him, and the ammo readout on the side blinks in worryingly low double digits. “The 212th can’t get a lock on our position in the building, and air support’s still thirty minutes out.”

Obi-Wan grits his teeth. This was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, just him and his commander getting the lay of the land near the wreckage of a mon calamari cruiser.

Now it’s just him, his commander, and nearly two hundred Trandoshan mercs.

“The exit’s on the other side of this chamber,” he says, and Cody nods sharply. There’s a breeze wafting through the pile of rubble twenty yards off, which is approximately eighteen yards too many when under fire. Obi-Wan doesn’t think they’re using snipers, but he also hadn’t thought anyone in this century still used ballistics, and he’s not willing to risk it.

He continues, “I can’t block their fire. A plasma blade through metal bolts just creates a spray of molten lead more dangerous than the shot. I can block a few with the Force alone, but it’ll be imprecise work.”

“Got it. So we’ll be using cover fire and prayer, sir,” Cody summarizes, and Obi-Wan can’t help but laugh.

He feels bolstered by his Commander’s easy confidence, his dry wit and solidity, all the way across the harrowing distance, through the hole in the rubble, and into the welcome shelter of a broken cruiser wing’s overhang. Obi-Wan collapses the exit they’d used with a flare of the Force, and they’re safe, finally, with twenty minutes until evac.

His grin falls away when he sees the thick line of red cross-cutting through the band of orange paint on Cody’s left thigh. His commander’s leg buckles beneath him, and he collapses to the ground almost gracefully, landing on his ass with more of a sigh than anything else.

Obi-Wan doesn’t really even process the time it takes him to kneel next to Cody, to slide his hands around the armor clasps and work the thigh guard free. Red, awfully red, a bright and vivid red that sends Obi-Wan’s heart straight into his throat, is pulsating out of the middle of Cody’s upper leg. The armor had kept a modicum of constriction around the wound while they ran, but they need—more—

He struggles to drive the haze of panic and fear from his mind. Ok, first, they need a tourniquet; he’s got his belt for a band, and, what? His lightsaber for a winding rod? No. Obi-Wan breathes sharply in through his nose, holds it, then breathes out. His hands reach for Cody’s belt, a belt with contents he knows just as well as his own, and he pulls out the GAR-regulation tourniquet every trooper carries.

This isn’t the time to get lost in old memories.

Cody watches him through half-lidded, pained eyes as Obi-Wan loops the band just below the crease of Cody’s pelvis, fastens it back, and starts twisting the windlass rod until the red river runs dry. Obi-Wan’s hands are white knuckled around the rod. He locks it into place with hands wet and sticky and arterial blood, and then he reaches desperately into the Force. Beneath his fingers, he focuses on Cody’s body, on the give and take of it, on the weak but now-steady loop of blood rushing through the limbs and to the heart and back.

“You’ve had to do this before, sir,” Cody says, his voice thin but certain.

“Once,” Obi-Wan agrees, and his own voice is steadier now. They have ten minutes until evac, and it’s fine. It’s fine. “Melidaan.”

One of Cody’s hands reaches down to cover Obi-Wan’s, and Obi-Wan can’t help but wonder how Cody isn’t going into shock. How he isn’t pale and shaking, or unconscious, or any number of the other things he’d seen amidst the Young.

They must make them strong on Kamino.

“I’ll be fine, sir,” Cody says softly, and what a poor general Obi-Wan makes, if his commander has to reassure him while weak with blood loss.

“I can’t lose you, Cody,” Obi-Wan says, and it’s a realization that happens the second the words leave his mouth. It’s not a very Jedi thought to have, honestly. A Jedi would be able to accept the loss. A Jedi would tell him to let go. A Jedi had told him to let go.

“You won’t,” Cody says instead. His commander, his stalwart commander, the steady backbone of the 212th and the man who was slowly becoming more than just the bedrock of Obi-Wan’s campaign. “Because of you. For you. I’ll be right here, beside you, always.”

Obi-Wan wants, desperately, suddenly, to run his hands over every inch of Cody, to check for injury, to find the seams of where the man fits together and how he works. To make sure he continues, exactly as he is, exactly where he is, for as long as possible. Obi-Wan breathes out, trying to steady the uneven drum of his heart, choking on memories and being horribly grateful that he doesn’t have to see his history repeat itself. “Always is a long time, Commander.”

“Then I guess I’ll find out just how long, sir.”

They trade smiles at that, weak and weary but relied, as the familiar chum-chum-chum of Republic LAAT/is resounds across the sands.

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that classic collapse into someone’s arms

“You gonna make it through this briefing?”

Through tired eyes, Obi-Wan shot Anakin a sideways glance. “Pardon?”

“You look like you’re about to fall asleep on your feet.”

Obi-Wan scoffed, bumping a light elbow against Anakin’s arm. “I’m fine. We’re all tired.”

“Yeah, but we all haven’t been through what you’ve been through the past few days. You’re pale—maybe I should get Kix—“

“Oh, please. Kix cleared me to leave medical this morning,” Obi-Wan insisted. As they turned the corner and the briefing room came into view, he kept himself a pace ahead of Anakin. “I’m all patched up.”

“But you’re still supposed to be taking it easy. You lost a lot of blood—“

“I wouldn’t call attending briefing meetings an extreme sport,” Obi-Wan said with a lilted brow. “And besides, I drank a lot of water, so the matter of my blood loss isn’t—“

“If you’re going to say it’s not my concern—“

“It’s not your concern.”

“It is when you look like you’re about to—“

“Generals?”

Anakin and Obi-Wan stopped as the briefing room door hissed open. Cody stood in the entryway, his eyebrows raised in a hint of surprise—or maybe amusement. Obi-Wan bit his tongue and nodded to the commander, who stepped aside for them to enter.

As he took his place by the holoprojector, though, Obi-Wan had to admit to himself that he did feel a bit off-color. Nothing to worry anyone over—especially with Anakin so foolishly worried already—but as the Council holos appeared, he briefly closed his eyes to stop the images from swimming.

“Master Kenobi. Skywalker.” Master Windu’s frame flickered above the projector, his voice crackling. “We’re relieved to hear of your success on Geonosis”

Obi-Wan nodded. “The first phase of the campaign is complete, yes. However we may have to alter our tactics for the siege. I recommend that we...”

Master Windu’s face seemed to waver, like a mirage above Tatooine sand. Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

“I recommend that we approach from the west.”

In this pause that followed, Obi-Wan tried to breathe deeply, to banish the dizziness before it got worse. He felt Cody’s eyes on him, and Anakin’s, and tried to keep from swaying on his feet. I must just be tired, he told himself. Kix did say the painkillers might cause drowsiness...

“The Council approves of this strategic change, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu said. “What were your losses at Point Rain? Are you in need of reinforcements?”

Too many. Too many men.

“Our losses were...significant.” The hologram was spinning now. So was the room. Blast. “Total casualties were...ah...”

He couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember? What a disgrace to the men. How incredibly—

A light hand on his back—Cody. Good man.

“Two hundred casualties, General Windu,” Cody answered.

Master Windu definitely said something in response. But the moment Cody took his hand off his back, Obi-Wan felt so unsteady he needed to close his eyes. Yet somehow, even though he couldn’t see it, he still felt like the world had tilted on its axis, like his body was made of lead, like he could fall—

Cody and Anakin seemed to have taken over for him, to both his annoyance and relief. But then suddenly Master Windu was nodding his farewells, and the holoprojector was shutting off.

Obi-Wan found he couldn’t remember a single thing that had been said.

—

Anakin didn’t like the pallor of Obi-Wan’s face.

His breathing seemed shallow—his shoulders hardly rising and falling at all until Cody had put a hand on his back, and he’d jumped. Now he was standing perfectly still, staring at the spot where Master Windu’s image had disappeared. As if he didn’t notice it was gone.

“General Kenobi?” On Obi-Wan’s other side. Cody moved closer. “What are your orders, sir?”

“Orders,” he repeated. “Yes. Well...”

Obi-Wan’s voice suddenly trailed off as he leaned forward slightly, gripping the edge of the holoprojector.

“I...may I sit down?”

“What’s wrong?”

He just shook his head. “Little lightheaded.” Anakin reached for his arm. “I think I just need to—I’m sorry—“

And then he was slumping against Anakin, his hands sliding down the holoprojector as they both sank to the floor.

Almost instantly Cody was there on his other side, helping lower Obi-Wan to the ground. Anakin fell back and caught himself with one hand, supporting Obi-Wan with the other.

“Is he—“ Cody said, kneeling beside them.

“Breathing normally,” Anakin confirmed. “I think he just passed out.”

Cody turned and spoke over his shoulder, asking the other clones to clear the room, and for one to send a medic.

“And a glass of water,” Anakin added. “Can you just bring him some water?”

The trooper nodded and disappeared from view, just as Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open.

“Anakin?”

“Right here. Hey, no—don’t sit up yet, okay?” He gently nudged Obi-Wan back down, to where his head was resting on Anakin’s legs. Obi-Wan’s own legs were bent, his knees pointed to the ceiling. “Let’s let some blood flow back to your head first.”

“What happened?” he murmured, rubbing his hands down his face.

“You fainted,” Cody answered. “It’s lucky General Skywalker was there to catch you.”

With closed eyes, Obi-Wan gave a weak laugh. “Mm. He does have a tendency to do that.”

The briefing room door slid open and the clone trooper returned, with a glass of liquid in his hand. He knelt beside them and offered the glass to Anakin, who took it.

“Orange juice,” he said, “instead of water. For the electrolytes.” Then, he looked at Obi-Wan. “Kix said you didn’t finish any of the fluids he gave you in medical this morning, sir, before you were discharged. Better drink all of this.”

Obi-Wan shrugged, almost apologetically.

Anakin glowered. “You told me your drank a lot of water.”

“I drank...some.”

“Some?”

“I was nauseous,” he said quietly. “Didn’t think I could stomach so much liquid sloshing around without—“

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin shot an exasperated glance at Cody. “No wonder you... Fine. Let’s just drink a little orange juice, alright? Here—“

He helped Obi-Wan sit up and lean his back against the holoprojector, Cody helping on the other side. The three of them sat there on the floor while Obi-Wan sipped from the glass, and no one missed the way his hands shook.

When he’d finished, he set the empty glass down on the floor and leaned his head back on the projector, eyes closed. But Anakin was pleased to see some of the color return to his face.

“Okay?” he said.

Obi-Wan nodded. “Sorry,” he said softly. “I should’ve—“

Anakin waved the apology away. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “But I think you’re taking the rest of the day off.”

At that his eyes opened, already filled with the fire of protest. But then he saw the equal insistence in Cody and Anakin’s faces, and must’ve known he’d already lost.

When he was steady enough, Cody and Anakin helped him stand. Though Obi-Wan insisted he’d be fine walking to his quarters alone, they didn’t leave him—stayed rooted to his either side, Cody’s hand on his shoulder and Anakin’s on his arm.

“We’re not going anywhere, sir,” Cody said.

“Yup. You’re stuck with us.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. But as they started down the corridor, bumping shoulders, he decided that between them wasn’t such a bad place to be.

It was dark in his quarters, and suddenly Obi-Wan felt his feet dragging. He shouldn’t have been this tired—he’d slept most of yesterday in medbay, even if it had been a restless sleep. Yet, as Cody and Anakin led him to his sleeping cot, he felt himself drawn to it like gravity.

“Take a nap, sir.”

“A real nap—not one of those meditation exercises you call ‘resting.’”

Obi-Wan glared, though playfully, and sank down onto the sheets.

“I suppose,” he said. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

He didn’t remember falling asleep. He didn’t really remember Cody and Anakin leaving, either, but they must have. Because when he opened his eyes again he was alone, and through the cracks in the blinds he saw the Geonosian sun beginning to set. Someone had pulled off his boots for him and tucked him into the blankets, and left his belt and lightsaber on the nightstand. There was a cup of tea waiting there, too.

Obi-Wan sat up, the warmth of the blankets falling away, and reached for the cup. It had gone cold by now, but still it filled him with another kind of warmth.

Obi-Wan smiled at no one and watched the sun go down.

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[from the whump prompts I reblogged two months ago and can’t find now to link lol]

#sorry this took me several decades to finish lollllll #but here it is! hope you like! #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commander cody #whump #whump prompts #my fic

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XVII

Part I - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Part XIV - - - - Part XV - - - - Part XVI

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Anakin scarcely had time to relax into the confirmation that Obi-Wan still loved him when his Master drew back.

“Anakin- you have no idea how much I simply want to stay like this, but we don’t have much time before I have to talk to the council, and there’s some matters I really feel we must discuss privately before that happens.”

“Ok.” Anakin wiped his face with the sleeve of his robe and sat at the foot of his Master’s bed, vibrating with intensity. 

“First of all.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “I know this sounds insane, but I need you to believe me- I’m from four years in the future. Or I had an incredibly detailed, four year long vision. Either way- I know things. I know where the war is leading us.”

“Alright.” Anakin nodded in relief. Looks like Bant was right. Thank fuck- I hated her theory the least. “So when you-” He vaguely mimed a stabbing motion “-You were trying to ‘wake up’ - from a memory? 

“Yes! Exactly!” Obi-Wan replied, relieved at the ease of the explanation. 

Anakin smiled reassuringly, then lunged to grab a pillow to whack his Master over the head. “You- fucking- kara- blast- idiot.” Anakin grit out, thwacking his master repeatedly with gentle rage. “Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How! Fucked! Up! That! WAS! FOR!-”

Obi-Wan snatched the pillow, “Yes! Yes! I didn’t intend to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry, and you are perfectly entitled to your anger, alright!”

“I- oh.” Anakin paused, sitting back on his heels, not really sure how to go respond.

“Anakin- I know the identity of the Sith Master. I know who’s behind everything.” Obi-Wan stared intently into Anakin’s eyes. 

“Obi-Wan- that’s great!” Anakin said excitedly. If Obi-Wan knew who was responsible for all their suffering then, “That could end the war, right?”

Obi-Wan continued to gaze searchingly at his dearest friend and brother’s face, gently opening himself up to their bond, trying to find any hint of duplicity.

Anakin faltered under the scrutiny. “Right?”

Obi-Wan took another deep breath. He didn’t know. This was Anakin, before Palpatine- did something to him. It wasn’t too late.

“Anakin...it’s...someone we trust. Someone you trust. He- Darth Sidious- he’s been running both sides of the war.”

Anakin paled, eyes darting to the door, voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper, “He’s on the Council? Fuck that’s bad. Obi-Wan, what do you need me to do? I don’t have my lightsaber right now, but-” 

“No!” Obi-Wan replied quickly. “No! I mean, yes, it’s bad. But he’s not on the council. It’s- Anakin. I’m so, so sorry. But I saw a security hologram of him giving the final order to- to wipe out the Jedi and the Separatist leadership.” Anakin watched in alarm as Obi-Wan shuddered viscerally.

“I saw his speeches declaring victory over us, over everything. He personally killed half the council when we finally, finally found him out, far too late. Yoda barely survived- we were- the two of us were all that was left. I spent the last few years listening to his decrees as ‘Emperor’ - declaring the scarce remaining Jedi traitors to be hunted down. Making non-humans second class citizens. Enslaving worlds.”

Obi-Wan grabbed the front of Anakin’s tunic. “Please Anakin. He- he’s evil. He doesn’t want peace, or freedom, or justice, or security. He’s just been manipulating us all for his own ends. All of us. This whole time.” 

“It’s going to be ok, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said earnestly, grasping his Master’s hands. “I believe you. If the force gave you this clear a warning- or this incredible a second chance, then obviously we have to listen! I won’t let it happen how you saw, I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop him.”

Obi-Wan felt like he was teetering over the edge of a precipice. He sucked in another breath- why was it so hard to breathe- 

“Anakin- It’s Palpatine. Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord.”

Anakin froze. “That’s- not funny.”

Obi-Wan barked out a single hysterical laugh. “No, no it is not. But it’s true. I told you- I saw it and- it makes a twisted sense, even only looking at the informational available at this point in time! How the Separatists  always stayed one step ahead despite our advantages. How the clones and the GAR came to exist in the first place. The constant increase in war time powers- Dooku karking told us the Senate was under the control of a Sith-” 

“We’re listening to Dooku now?” Anakin asked, getting angry for lack of a better response.

“Anakin...” 

“I mean of course that’s what the Sith would want you to believe! He’s the chancellor! Turning the Jedi against the leader of the republic is such a Sith move.”

“Anakin...”

“And- and- MIND CONTROL! What if it was it was mind control! You even said you thought that you thought Cody was mind-controlled, right?”

Obi-Wan drew back, alarmed and suspicious, “How do you know that?” he rasped hoarsely.

Anakin rolled his eyes. “You told Cody, remember? That first night? In the hovercar?”

“Ah. Right. Sorry. That first night is still a little fuzzy.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. “I still can’t believe I time-traveled while high on one end and drunk on the other. It’s so- undignified.” 

Anakin snorted. “You must have taken a lot of spice, huh?” he joked.

Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably.

“I- oh for Krong’s sake,” Anakin groaned, slapping himself in the forehead. “Obi-Wan- were you actually trying to kill yourself?”

“No!” Obi-Wan replied quickly to the loaded question. “I was just looking for a- temporary escape. I did mention that a Sith Empire ruled the galaxy and Yoda and I were all that was left of the Jedi order, right? He didn’t seem totally sane the last time I saw him, either! Not to mention, I spent most of the last three years alone in a desert.”

“Oh.” Anakin grew somber. “Master, that-”

“And that still doesn’t explain how you knew what I said to Cody.”

“Well, the day after I came back to our quarters to find you in the process of stabbing yourself in the heart you woke up, declared Master Che both dead and a Sith trick, then sunk into a self-induced coma.” Anakin snapped. “The healers, I think understandably, set aside privacy and called everyone in to try and figure out what the fuck was going on”

Obi-Wan cringed. “That...makes sense. Sorry again.” He cleared his throat. “Look, we’ve got seconds left before council interrupts- I just- didn’t want you to be blindsided by the Palpatine reveal.”

“But you admit there was mind control involved,” Anakin insisted. “Cody wouldn’t have turned on you without it, and neither would the Chancellor.”

“Anakin- I know we never liked to talk about it, but the Vod had a lot more opportunity to be compromised en mass. They were designed for a purpose we never fully understood and their entire childhood consisted of indoctrination; we already knew Dooku was involved with their ‘commissioning- we just ignored it.’”

Anakin bit the inside of his mouth, tasting blood as he restrained himself from screaming. He didn’t want to think about Kamino and he had to make Obi-Wan see past the nightmare he witnessed, before he convinced the council of an innocent man’s guilt.

“There wasn’t anyone else who might have been mind-controlled, who turned on you, or the Jedi? You said everyone died- there had to be someone besides some of the clones and one old man doing the killing,” he said desperately.

Obi-Wan’s sputtered, “That’s- that’s different- it was so obviously Palpatine’s influence.”

“But there was someone else you think might have been acting against his will.” Anakin pressed, sensing a weak point.

Obi-Wan looked gutted. “I don’t know- I want to believe you would never do such terrible things but you did and it all happened so fast...”

“So you admit-” Anakin stopped as his brain caught up with his mouth. “Wait- me?”

Obi-Wan’s face twisted in anguish but he didn’t break eye contact as he nodded.

Anakin swallowed hard. “Obi-Wan... what did I-” he cut himself off as the door opened.

Master Windu entered and squinted suspiciously at the two of them. 

"Mace!” Anakin said nervously. “We were just- crying. You know. Being attached and, and all that.”

Obi-Wan's jaw dropped open as he stared bug-eyed at his Padawan. “Mace?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

Mace Windu inhaled slowly through his nose. “Your friends had plenty of time to bond while we were trying to make sense of your more... disastrous traits.” He waved vaguely.

“You just gestured at all me,” Obi-Wan replied, offended. 

“Well, you’ll have the opportunity to help clear up our misconceptions. Master Aerdo is preparing a meeting room in the Halls so you can explain everything, just like you wanted.”

“Oh, fuck.” Anakin whispered softly. 

“It’s a different room, Anakin, I made sure of it.” Mace reassured him.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan parroted in delight.

“Well, I’m glad you know everyone’s names, at least.” Windu muttered. “Master Che will be by to check you over one more time, she should have some proper robes for you. Should we contact Commander Cody? He’s at a pre-departure briefing with Master Tiin not too far away.” 

“No.” Obi-Wan responded sadly. “We can’t alert anyone outside the halls about even the existence of this meeting. Maintaining secrecy right now is too important. We’re going to need to take a significant amount of extremely careful action on a lot of fronts if we want to unravel the Sith’s plots- and I hate to say it but stopping the actual war is unfortunately going to need to wait for last. We’ll still end things sooner than they would otherwise, but if we meddle too much right now... Whatever story you were using to explain my- absence the past few days, please simply double down on that.” 

The Master of the Jedi Order nodded slowly, holding off on questions with well-practiced restraint.

“Alright Windu, Skywalker, get out.” Che ordered, brusquely pushing her way in with a hovercart. 

“Yes, Master Che.” Anakin acknowledged, jumping up. He gave Obi-Wan a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before he departed. “We’re going to get through this.” he said valiantly, trying to project confidence.

Obi-Wan smiled weakly, “I’ll see you two soon.”

“That’s up to me, actually.” Master Che said cheerfully, snapping her gloves.

Part XVIII

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[the-last-kenobi]

Ooooh may i ask for 24 for the dialogue ask with hurt Cody (and Obi-Wan as the rescuer/comforter)? I love your writing!!

Of course!! Thank you! <3 Cody deserves so much more attention than he gets.

From this various prompts list.

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They had dragged Cody and his contingent of nine others off the battlefield, whoever “they” were.

Obi-Wan had been occupied several klicks away, fending off far greater numbers of droids than they had been anticipating. The last he had heard from Cody was the distinctly suspicious report that Cody and his men were encountering virtually no resistance.

And then their comms went down, and by the time the rest of the 212th had beaten back the Separatist forces, Cody and the others were gone, leaving only the signs of an ambush and shallow grooves in the earth indicating that they had been quite literally dragged away.

“Sir,” Longshot said quietly.

“I need you to stay here and organize the men,” Obi-Wan said. “Make contact with General Skywalker, tell him where I’ve gone.”

“General, please bring at least a few of us,” Waxer said, his voice crackling through the busted vocorder of his helmet.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. Something isn’t right about all this. If I get closer to the situation and there’s need for backup, I promise I will call for you. But for now— no, I will go alone.”

The posture of his men showed that they were distinctly unimpressed with this decision. Longshot, the only one not wearing his helmet, looked at his General with open concern. “Sir, General Skywalker and the 501st can’t be more than an hour out. Can’t you wait for them?”

“No,” said Obi-Wan firmly. “I cannot. Longshot, you have responsibilities to attend to. Waxer, Boil, I’ll keep in radio contact.”

The 212th waited, on edge, while their General went off alone in search of their missing brothers.

Obi-Wan had only been walking for five minutes when he found the first body. It was Nip, one of the men with Cody, barely out of the “shiny” stage. Obi-Wan ran forwards and knelt beside him, but he knew it was too late; the feeling of stillness in the Force and the neat blaster hole through Nip’s chest plate told him that before he touched the pale wrist.

Obi-Wan sighed and radioed it in, instructing a small group to come collect their fallen brother.

Not three minutes after, he found another body.

And then another.

And two more.

The path the abductors had taken was littered with corpses as they deliberately eliminated one clone after another, whittling down their burden.

The youngest and least experienced first.

Whether they were guessing, or had beaten the information out of one of the brothers — as unlikely as that was — or they had inside information was unclear, but even soldiers of the same rank were eliminated by order of age. Youngest to oldest.

Until at last, his body and heart aching, Obi-Wan crested a hill just in time to see a shuttle speeding towards the atmosphere, carrying, he knew, only the unknown enemy and one Marshal Commander.

They had taken Cody and slaughtered the others.

And Obi-Wan felt a surge of anger such as he had not experienced since he saw his Master fall.

When Anakin arrived at the place where The Negotiator was grounded, it was to disarray — a quiet, controlled disarray, because Obi-Wan’s men were not prone to panic and disorder.

Anakin, on the other hand, accidentally shattered a broken down starfighter when Longshot informed him that nine Clones had been murdered, Cody captured, and that General Kenobi had taken a fighter and flown off in pursuit without so much as alerting the Council.

It took Obi-Wan three days to track the shuttle to its destination.

It took him another two to realize that — firstly, these were indeed Separatists, and not merely mercenaries trying to get on the good side of the Confederacy — and secondly, that they had switched ships and continued onwards.

Every discovery he made painted a darker picture for Cody.

He had been specifically targeted.

The other nine had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But what could they want with Cody? The possibilities were disturbing, ranging from being taken for the position he held and the information he possessed to simply being a bargaining chip or a trap to lure in Obi-Wan himself.

Obi-Wan turned aside from his pursuit just long enough to uncover an undercover ally on this backwater planet, leaving behind an informant who could talk to Anakin, who was no doubt chasing him.

“General Kenobi,” the informant whispered hastily. “What will you do if you can’t find the Marshal Commander?”

The Jedi paused in the doorway, his hands raised as he drew his cowl over his head, concealing his face. He stood there for a moment, the wind rustling his cloak.

And then he left without a word.

After the chaos and din of battle in close quarters, filled with blaster fire, shouts, the sound of bodies slamming against walls, and the hum of a lightsaber, there was a silence.

It dragged on for a minute.

Then there was a soft click, and the door beeped and slid open.

Light spilled in for the first time in an eternity, illuminating grimy walls stained with human filth and misery, and falling unflatteringly on the man sitting in the corner.

Cody had cuffs around his ankles and wrists, both of which were chained to the walls. He sat ramrod straight against the dirty walls, his knees drawn up to his chest and his hands locked around his legs. His head was tilted back against the wall.

He stared into a dark corner and did not look at Obi-Wan once as the Jedi stepped softly into the room, his lightsaber extinguishing as he did.

Cody remained absolutely still.

Obi-Wan approached cautiously, sinking down to his knees and finishing his approach in a crawl, heedless of the filth. “Cody,” he whispered.

Cody still did not move.

“Cody?” Obi-Wan said again, and he slowly raised his hands and placed them softly, feather-light, over the manacles on Cody’s wrists.

The Commander gave a full-body flinch; his head jolted and there was a sickening thud as his skull slammed against the wall. Obi-Wan gasped and shifted one hand, wedging it between Cody’s head and the wall, cradling it gently. The Clone’s dark eyes roamed about wildly, sliding vacantly in every direction, and Obi-Wan realized with a sinking sensation that Cody could not see him. Could not see anything at all.

“Is someone there?” Cody demanded. His voice was hoarse from disuse — or overuse — and was pitched much too loudly. It echoed grossly off the walls, stiff and defiant and full of barely restrained fear. “Get your hands off me!”

Obi-Wan let go immediately, rocking back on his heels and staring at Cody, desperately waiting for the man’s eyes to focus on him.

“Cody?” he asked weakly.

But the Commander could not hear him either.

“I don’t know what it is you want from me,” the man said, voice wavering, too loud, too angry, too frightened. “I don’t know what you want from me. Tell me. Tell me, please. Please, give me back my hearing, please I want to hear, I need to see —” Cody broke off as his composure began to slip.

“Tell me what you want,” Cody whispered.

It appeared that even after thirty days of imprisonment, even Cody did not know why he had been taken.

Obi-Wan’s face twisted. These missing senses could be permanent, or it could be temporary. It could be drug-induced, or physical damage.

But right here and now, his Commander was blind and deaf and terrified, and Obi-Wan felt the weight of guilt and failure crushing him.

Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his hands again.

This time, he placed them on either side of Cody’s face, feeling new scars and too-prominent bones, and with a whisper of the Force he put all the warmth and gentleness he could summon into that touch.

Cody remained rigid. His expression stayed as professionally blank as it could, but the dark eyes flickered with doubt.

Obi-Wan prayed that this was the right thing to do.

He kept his hands on either side of Cody’s face, and with the Force he unlocked the cuffs and cut loose the chains.

Cody inhaled sharply through his teeth.

Obi-Wan let out a trembling breath and gently tilted Cody’s head forward, away from the wall, and then leaned forward and pressed his own forehead to Cody’s.

For a moment they remained that way, half-shrouded in darkness, one unable to see or hear, both of them trembling slightly, the smell of battle and sweat on the air.

And then Cody took a shuddering breath and collapsed, crumbling forwards, and was caught immediately by his Jedi. “General Kenobi,” Cody gasped, and there was no doubt at all in his voice.

“I’ve got you,” Obi-Wan said, even though he knew the Commander couldn’t hear him. He wrapped his arms around the other man and just held him for a moment, knowing Cody would hate to be carried but was not yet strong enough to walk.

Eventually, he would have to find a way to help Cody walk out of here, have to face whatever realities were behind his condition, deal with the motivations behind his capture. The Marshal Commander would despise this moment of weakness, would hate it if Anakin and the others no doubt on their trail witnessed this.

But for the moment, they could just take time to breathe, and let relief wash over them.

fin.

#obi wan and cody are soft #these are angst hours and hug hours #cody deserves so much better #dammit filoni #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #my writing #anakin skywalker #obi wan and cody #212th attack battalion

[calltomuster]

Ooo these look fun. 16 for hurt Obi-wan and caretaker of your choice? 👀

Of course, @coalmine301! Thanks so much for the prompt!

From these caretaker dialogue prompts: 16. "I've got you."

Ahsoka didn't recognize him at first. He was curled in the corner of the room, flinching away as the bright lights of the hallway flooded into the dark space. His limp hair curled long over his shadowed face. He kept his arms and legs drawn close to his emaciated body, like he could somehow shield himself from whatever was entering.

"Hey, buddy," Ahsoka said, extinguishing her lightsaber. She didn't need it anymore after having used it to cut into the cell, it wasn't as if this man was in any shape to attack her. "Don't hurt me, okay? Come with me if you want to get out of here."

Dumb thing to say. Of course he wanted to get out of here. She didn't know why Vader had kept him in a cell in his personal quarters, but it couldn't have been for anything good, and clearly the man was being severely mistreated.

He raised his head hesitantly. "...Ahsoka?"

Ahsoka drew back, startled. "You know me?" She'd been doing a pretty good job at keeping a very low profile since the Empire rose to power, doing her best work helping the flourishing rebellion from the shadows. Why would this man know her, instantly?

"Of course," the man croaked. "It would take a lot more than this to make me forget the sound of my grandpadawan's voice."

Ahsoka gaped, staring more closely at the man. "Master Obi-Wan?"

He chuckled weakly. "I don't know if I'm a Master of anything anymore, but yes."

She rushed closer, letting the light flood in behind her. It illuminated the room a bit more, allowing his face to be more visible. Now she could tell that -- yes, behind the grime and pale skin, it was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Master Kenobi!" she said, kneeling before him. "You're dead!"

He arched an eyebrow. "Oh? That would be news to me."

Even though he was clearly too weak to even stand on his own, Ahsoka had to push down a smile. This was the Master Obi-Wan she remembered. The one she -- and everyone else -- had thought died on Mustafar.

"C'mon, we have to get you out of here," she said, carefully drawing his arm over her shoulders and standing up. He tried to get his legs under him, but they just wouldn't support him. That was alright. Ahsoka just scooped him up, arm under knees. He felt like he barely weighed anything at all.

"No!" Obi-Wan suddenly cried, clutching to Ahsoka. "Vader! He's -- he's -- you have to --"

"It's alright!" Ahsoka soothed, jogging through the corridors of the ship and doing her best not to jostle the man in her arms too much. Who knew what sort of injuries he could be hiding? "We've got him distracted, we sent him on a wild bantha chase planetside."

"Vader..." Obi-Wan said again, grief staining his face briefly. "He's... It's Anakin."

"I know," Ahsoka replied, heart cracking in two before she shoved the feelings down. Of course she knew, it wasn't exactly as if there was anything hiding his face when he went out and slaughtered civilians who were uprising against the Empire, or Jedi who had managed to escape the initial purge. But Obi-Wan had presumably been kept away from the rest of the galaxy for all the time; maybe he didn't know how the stories of Vader had spread, how Palpatine used the legend of Anakin Skywalker to further his cause.

Or maybe Obi-Wan was just slightly delirious. He couldn't seem to keep his head up on his own, Ahsoka noticed.

"We just have to get you off this ship and then it'll be alright," she said, pausing in the middle of an intersection, trying to remember which way she had came. She chose left and continued making her way quickly through the ship.

"Who's 'we'?" Obi-Wan mumbled.

"Some members of the rebellion," Ahsoka replied. "No one you'd know, except..." She paused. "Rex. And Cody."

Obi-Wan startled at that, and it took Ahsoka a second to remember that the last memory her grandmaster probably had of Cody was of Order 66. And she knew for a fact that clones were among the troopers stationed on the ship, meaning there was a good chance they'd participated or at least been complicit in Obi-Wan's torture.

But that was for another day, another hour. Right now, they had to get Obi-Wan away.

"It'll be okay," she said, finally reaching the hanger and spotting her ship. "I've got you."

Thanks for reading! Requests are open! Requests are currently closed!

#in case it wasn't clear this is an AU in which Anakin won on Mustafar and took Obi-Wan prisoner #hence suitless Vader #and the rebellion and Yoda and everyone assumes Obi-Wan died there but really Anakin's just kept him for all these years #oh also Ahsoka and Rex rescued Cody pretty early on #this one is already begging me to be expanded upon on AO3 #someday... #thanks for the prompt I had a lot of fun!! #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #post-rots au #my writing #prompt fills

[meantforinfinitesadness]

“I have to try.”

Uh, okay. So. I’m posting this here as well as on ao3. This is another step in my many step process called “the notes don’t matter, just write for fun” thing. The first step was actually writing something. 

This is from a random sentence starter prompt list and when I find that list, I’ll link it here. The prompt is “I have to try.”

Warnings: Major Character Death (I’ll warn you now....it’s Obi-Wan.)

Tag List: @tjfinnigan @ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12 @yellowisharo

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Obi-Wan’s heart seemed to struggle with choosing between beating out of his chest and breaking. His eyes were cloudy with tears and his breathing was shaky. 

He could feel Cody’s hands holding tight to his shoulders. Padme was valiantly trying to keep her sobs silent. 

All around them, destruction was all they could see. Buildings had collapsed. People had been killed.

And the cause? The reason for Obi-Wan’s heart beating too fast and threatening to break? The reason Cody kept a tight hold on him? The reason Padme struggled to keep her sobs silent?

Anakin.

The boy Obi-Wan raised. The man who fought by his side. The husband of the sobbing Senator.

Anakin had...done something. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what. He did know that it caused Anakin to...well...stop being Anakin. The boy Obi-Wan raised was gone. Now, there only seemed to be a man bent on total destruction.

Some had tried to stop him. They were not successful. Obi-Wan knew there had to be some way to save him. But what?

Obi-Wan forced himself to stop and think. What needed to happen? What had gone so wrong before? What--

Oh. Everyone that tried to stop Anakin had been killed the second a weapon had been drawn. So, maybe…

Obi-Wan nodded to himself. He knew what needed to be done, but…

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He looked inwards at himself. He looked to the Force, seeking guidance. A warm feeling spread through him. He got his guidance, his confirmation.

I will do what I must. He thought. I have to.

Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan was not surprised to see more damage had been done.

This needed to stop, and Obi-Wan knew how to make that happen. 

“I’m going to save him,” Obi-Wan said. 

“Yeah?” Cody asked. “That went so well for everyone else.”

Obi-Wan blinked and turned away from the destruction to face Cody. “The boy I raised is still in there,” Obi-Wan said. “I know he is.”

“Obi-Wan,” Padme’s voice was soft but thick with tears. “It’s no use. There’s nothing we can do.”

Obi-Wan smiled. “I have to try. I refuse to give up on him.” Obi-Wan swallowed and, with a shaky hand, took his lightsaber, his life, off the clip on his belt. His lips twitched into a tremulous smile. He held it out to Cody. “I want you to have this.”

Cody’s breathing hitched. He shook his head, eyes wide and almost fearful. “No. No, I--”

“Please,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice breaking. “Please. I...there’s no one I trust more than you to keep it safe, my dear.” He said, honestly. “I love you.” Obi-Wan shoved the lightsaber into Cody’s hand and whirled around. 

He stalked forward with resignation and determination.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan called to the other. “Anakin, please. I know you can hear me.”

Anakin spun around. Rage burned in his eyes and his face twisted into a snarl.

“So you can hear me. Good.” Obi-Wan smiled briefly. It did nothing for Anakin. Obi-Wan licked his lips and raised his hands. “I’m unarmed,” he said. “Let’s talk. Please. We...we never were good at that, though.” Obi-Wan hummed. “Well, I suppose we were good at talking, just never good at saying what we should have.”

Anakin had yet to attack him. His lightsaber (still blue, thank the Force) hummed menacingly. He stood there and just looked at Obi-Wan.

“I’m sorry I brushed your dreams about your mother off. I’m sorry I told you they passed in time. That was my failing.” Obi-Wan’s mouth twitched. “Well, one of them, I suppose.” He took a few slow, careful steps nearer to Anakin. “Dear one, the years I spent teaching you were some of the best years of my life.” Obi-Wan frowned, lowering his eyes, he said, “I’m sorry I never told you that. I’m so, so sorry.” Still nothing. Obi-Wan sighs and takes two more steps.

He’s much closer to Anakin now. Maybe too close. It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter.

“Anakin, Padawan,” Obi-Wan smiled. “I’m proud of who you’ve become. I’m so happy I was your teacher. I should have said it more. I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath, calming his beating heart. He said, “Please, come back. I know you’re still there.” With a softer voice, he added, “I’m proud of you, and I love you.”

That sets something off in Anakin. It sets something off so quickly. Obi-Wan...isn’t able to stop what happens.

The blue lightsaber burns through Obi-Wan’s chest. The older Jedi’s eyes widen and his breathing falters. His mouth opens and closes in shock.

“--nakin?” He manages to push that part of Anakin’s name out.

It seems to have done something. That or...well, stabbing Obi-Wan must have done the trick.

Anakin’s eyes are wide and full of tears. He seems to understand what’s happened.

“No,” the younger Jedi whispers. He deactivated his lightsaber and catches Obi-Wan as his legs give out. A pained grunt is pressed to Anakin’s neck.

Anakin sobs as the actions done come back to him. He cradles Obi-Wan close. Tears spill from his eyes, landing on a pale, wounded, dying Obi-Wan.

“No,” Anakin cries again. “No, Master. Obi-Wan, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Please--”

“D-dear one,” Obi-Wan’s pained words are difficult to hear. “Hu-sh now. Dry your tears.” A small fragile smile graces Obi-Wan’s face. “S-so proud of you.” He swallows loudly. He raises a weak hand, trying to touch Anakin’s cheek. Anakin chuckles wetly and lowers his face for Obi-Wan, allowing his fingers to graze his cheek. “Kn-knew you were in th-there.” Obi-Wan’s breathing slows even more.

“Master, please don’t go. Don’t leave me,” Anakin whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

A barely-there touch has Anakin opening his eyes seconds later.

Obi-Wan’s lips twitch into a slightly bigger smile. “‘Ways with you,” he musters the words out of his mouth. “‘never leave you.” His voice starts to fade, his smile starts to slip. “Love you.”

The light fades from Obi-Wan’s eyes. His smile falls, his head lolls. His breathing stops, and Anakin…

Anakin’s sobs echo through the damaged area.

(Years later, a Force-sensitive happens upon that spot. Tears fall from their eyes as emotions long leftover in the Force overwhelm them.)

#tw: major character death #it's obi wan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #implied codywan #kali writes

[esamastation]

Codywan prompt: CC-2224 was among the command clones whose final exam took place off Kamino at the nearby smugglers haven of Rishi. While performing maneuvers in an abandoned mountainous settlement, three clones were lost to a sudden rockslide, but only two bodies were recoverable, the third having disappeared into the rapids below. Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi had been hoping a simple mission to investigate a smuggling ring would go smoothly, but it seems the force had a different plan.

Obi-Wan has a feeling that the whole mission is some kind of ploy by the Jedi Council to force him to take a holiday. It has Yoda's fingerprints all over it.

Rishi moon is desolate in the exact way he strangely enjoys. It's liveable but uninhabitable, with galactic standard atmosphere but no arable soil and no plant life, with only sandy canyons and dunes and dry mountains and rocky plateaus, rough oceans and wild rivers that went whichever they damn well pleased. The swell of the planet on the night sky overhead is magnificent and overpoweringly bright even in night time and there's something terribly beautiful about being on a planet where no one lives.

Obi-Wan has no doubt that it is actually being used by probably thousands of smugglers as convenient place to hide illicitly acquired goods, it's just the sort of place for that kind for thing… but really – the place is so close to one of his old poems given actual physical form that it has to be intentional.

He's not sure if he's mortified or gratified that someone still remembered the thing – or that the Council thought this would be the sort of thing to help him unwind after Anakin nearly got himself killed, again. They're right, in a way, but by force he's not going to admit it.

Tucking up his hood, Obi-Wan breathes in and out, tasting the un-tasted air of the desolate moon, and lets himself be, for a moment, completely alone in the universe.

And then he feels a stuttering song of a life form, not far from him, quivering and unsteady. Someone is on the planet with him – and they aren't doing too well.

Obi-Wan immediately heads for them, of course – he is there on a mission to supposedly investigate smugglers after all, and this person must be one. Who else would be in such a remote, desolate place? And in either case, they're in trouble and as the only living person in several light years, Obi-Wan is likely the only one who could help.

He expects to find a crashed ship, maybe, or one that had been attacked, something of the nature. He doesn't expect to find a single man splayed open a shoreline of a lifeless river, unconscious and half drowning inside his strange, vaguely mandalorian armour.

"Oh dear," Obi-Wan murmurs, and forgoes trying to get to the man and simply levitates him off the water, and to himself. The man hangs limb in his hold, raining water from under the white plates, and holding him up in the force Obi-Wan gently checks for his breathing, his pulse.

It's weak, stuttering, but as Obi-Wan enforces the man with Force, it grows stronger. It's obvious he's been knocked about, and he'd almost drowned – there's certainly water in the man's lungs – but he's breathing and he's going to live. Obi-Wan touches the helmet, considering it, but… who knows, he might be from the Watch. It sounds like the helmet is offering some oxygen to the man, as it is. Best leave it.

"Well then," Obi-Wan murmurs, manoeuvring the man around with force and then lets him drop into his own awaiting arms. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, shall we?"

The way to his ship is too long – and it's one-seater anyway – so Obi-Wan searches in the Force until he finds a sheltered place, warm and welcoming in the Force. Obi-Wan could swoon at the sight of the place, when he makes it there – it's a cave in front of a natural hot spring.

"The very universe is conspiring to please me today," Obi-Wan sighs. "Keep this up and I will start waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or perhaps fear my own upcoming doom!"

He lays his rescuee on the warm rocks, making the man as comfortable as he can without removing the armour, and sits down to wait – soaking his feet in the water and trying to restrain himself from stripping and plunging right in. The man he saved is likely not the most trustworthy sort – better not risk it… just yet anyway.

Hedonism, this whole mission is pure Obi-Wan specific hedonism. Stars, Obi-Wan almost fears for whatever unpleasantness the Council is pre-emptively trying to make amends for this time.

-

Obi-Wan is meditating and almost dozing off in a pleasant, warm haze, when the armoured fellow finally wakes up. He does it in a strange mixture of relief, trust and comfort – and then, clashing all of that, he spots Obi-Wan and aims his blaster at him. The cycling of emotions is so rapid and sharp, that Obi-Wan doesn't even have the chance to reach for his lightsaber.

"Hello there – please don't shoot," Obi-Wan says as pleasantly as he can. "Be a shame to stain this fine pool with blood. Especially since I have done you no harm."

The blaster doesn't waver. "Who are you?" the man demands.

Obi-Wan smiles – he'd given a good deal of thought for his cover story, and had decided to go with the desert hobo one. He doesn't have the ship to play the smuggler, and he isn't dressed for it either – and who else would have any reason to come to a place like this, anyway? The desert hobo is an act that feels truest to his actual personality, too – even if it's only a secret part of him that only tends to come out in secret and poetry.

But what can he say – Rishi moon is beautiful.

"My name is Ben – I found you by the shore over there," he points towards the river, "half drowned and knocked about, judging by the looks of you. I think you took a tumble into the rapids, there. I picked you up and brought you here so that you'd get to recover and hopefully not get a cold."

There's a moment of silence, and then the man says, bland, "Colds are caused by viral infectious diseases not present on Rishi moon. The moon is barren."

"… you are right about that, but you still would have gotten cold," Obi-Wan says, not sure if to be amused or amazed. "Frostbite is no fun either."

"The temperatures here don't get low enough."

"Well, you're a very reassuring sort of man, aren't you," Obi-Wan says, amused. "I suppose you're alright then. Do you mind not pointing that thing at me, though? It's the least comforting thing about you."

There's a moment of hesitation, and then the armoured man puts the gun away. "Ben," he says slowly. "Your name is Ben."

"Yes?" Obi-Wan agrees, a little guiltily. It wasn't exactly a lie – he was known as Ben on some planet. Well, one planet. And now one moon. "That's me – how about you?"

The man doesn't answer, sitting up slowly and shoving his blaster into the holster. Then, watching Obi-Wan carefully, he checks his gauntlet, tapping something into a keypad and then lowering his arm. "Why are you here, Ben?"

Obi-Wan hums and then smiles, looking away. Interesting, very interesting. "I love places like these," he says, motioning to the vista in front of them, the open canyons carved into the landscape by the wild rivers. "There's so little in the galaxy that's so untouched. This place is so little use to so few people, so it's been left be. The only thing that's made any difference here is the wind, the weather, and the pull of the planet, and nothing else. It's… glorious."

Even through the armour he can tell the man he'd fished from the river is giving him an incredulous look. "Glorious?" he repeats.

"Nature of wild things," Obi-Wan agrees and kicks his foot in the water, sending ripples racing over the surface. "Wild nature and desolation of the universe, utter loneliness. We two are likely the only living souls on this whole system, with nothing but the emptiness of the universe all around us. It's glorious."

The armoured man just stares at him for a long, long time. Obi-Wan smiles a little wider as the armoured man looks up to the sky, like he's searching for what Obi-Wan is seeing. He hopes the man does see it.

"Glorious," the armoured man repeats. "Hm."

Obi-Wan grins wider and looks up as well. This is going to be a great mission, he can already tell. Maybe it will even be worth whatever indignity the Council would throw at him next. Who knows. For now, Obi-Wan thinks he's going to enjoy the company in loneliness and see what came of it.

-

And then they have adventures in Rishi moon while Obi-Wan shamelessly waxes poetry about desolate places and canyons and stuff and eventually gets to take his dip in the hot spring and Cody gets smacked over the head with “oh no, he’s completely ridiculous, I must protect him with my life.”

Not exactly what you asked for, but for a moment I got to live in a world where Obi-Wan might actually enjoy living on Tatooine one day and that was nice. Maybe Cody will live there too, enduring Obi-Wan’s bad poetry about the desert into his old age. That’d be nice too.

#fanfiction #star wars #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody

[alrighty-anubis]

I would never be angry at you (Anakin & Obi-Wan)

2No Warnings Apply 

During a game of twenty questions Anakin finds out that his master isn't the perfect Jedi. This sparks his confession about the Tusken Raiders and his marriage to Padme.

(Mentioned Obi-Wan X Cody)

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Obi-Wan entered their shared quarters and flopped onto his bunk, all the grace of a Jedi Master replaced with exhaustion.

“Bad day?” Anakin asked, words mumbled by his mouth stuffed full with sweets.

“Yes.”

This was an under-exaggeration, Anakin thought, if the man hadn’t told him off for talking with food in his mouth.

Obi-Wan pulled his outer-robes and boots off before reaching under his bed.

“What is that?”

“Wine.”

“That does not look like wine, Master-”

“It's from Bail. Old, strong and illegal in 12 systems.”

“Master,” Anakin drawled out, knowing his tolerance was nothing compared to the other’s and if Obi-Wan admitted it was strong…

Obi-Wan sighed and reached behind the drawers, retrieving another (Anakin-friendly) bottle.

“How did you know that was there?”

“I’m your Master, you can’t hide things from me.”

“Why didn’t you confiscate it, then?” Anakin asked, confused by his rule-following Master allowing Anakin to stash alcohol - he’d been using that space since he was 15.

“You’re an adult now, Anakin. And quite frankly I was just glad you had friends.”

“Hey-” _________

Anakin and Obi-Wan were leaning against each other on his bunk.

“I know,” Anakin smirked, “How about we play a game.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin.

“Twenty questions.”

Obi-Wan let out a breath laugh of amusement. “Okay, then. When was the last time you tested Ahsoka on her cultural studies?”

Anakin scowled.

“Well, you’re lucky I’ve been taking over the theory instruction of our Padawan.”

“My Padawan.”

“When she’s misbehaving.”

“Hey! Anyway, I have a question. Would you rather kiss Windu or Plo Koon?”

“It's Master’s Windu and Koon” Obi-Wan corrected.

“So you don’t mind speculating about which one you’d kiss, but the lack of ‘Master’ is where you draw the line?”

“I would kiss Plo, he is a dear friend of mine and quite frankly not as scary.”

Anakin laughed, “You’re afraid of Windu?”

“Like you aren’t," Obi-Wan feigned thinking before planting a smirk on his face, "Okay, what is your Grievous tactic?”

“How do you know that?” Anakin burst out.

“I just have a second sense when it comes to your stupidity,”

“I swear if Rex told you-”

“Wrong trooper.”

“Wrong trooper! Which other ones have you been hanging out with? Wait. Are you stealing my men?”

Obi-Wan just smiled.

“Fine. Ahsoka sits on my shoulders and we wield four sabers like him.”

“By the force, Anakin -”

“We spin them manically and-”

“Wait. Where did you get the fourth lightsaber?” Obi-Wan interrupted

Anakin grew quiet, his voice reluctant, “Sometimes Cody doesn’t return it to you immediately, and we both know he’s weak to Ahsoka’s tooka eyes, like most of the men,” Anakin trailed off. Just as Obi-Wan was going to scald him he carried on, “What would you do if you weren’t a Jedi?”

Obi-Wan decided to let go of his line of questioning in hopes of avoiding going grey early. “I don’t know - I’d want to help people. I could say something rather Jedi-like, such as work the land. But I’m afraid I was put off that when I was sent to the Agricorps. Realistically, I’d probably still be a general as I am now - just without a lightsaber. As much as I hate war and the bloodshed that comes with it - I am rather good at it. As much as I try to be the perfect Jedi, my skills lay in an area which juxtaposes that. It is ironic, I suppose, that I was never meant to be a Jedi Knight, I become one anyway, and then my speciality recognised by the Council is the furthest thing from peace.”

“What?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed on his glass and his signature resonated with shame, “I had planned on never telling you that. But it just felt like you needed to know. I’m sorry if I’ve shattered your image of me.”

Anakin’s face lit up with relief, “You’re not perfect”, he breathed out.

“No,” Obi-Wan’s low chuckle was exasperated and self loathing, “No, Anakin, I’ve never been perfect.”

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

“Because I was ashamed of my past, still am. I was a run-of-the-mill youngling: too much anger and too much pride. No Masters wanted me and I was sent to the Agricorps.”

“What do you mean no Master wanted you? You and Qui-Gon were so close!”

Obi-Wan looked down and moved away from Anakin. “We weren’t as close as you think, these memories are from when you were young and naïve. We were too different, we fought and I always knew he didn’t want me. You saw how quickly he threw me away for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were the best thing to come from him,” Obi-Wan’s voice was steeped in a resentment that Anakin had never thought possible.

“You were angry. As a youngling”

“Very much so. Anger and attachment were always my biggest pitfalls. I’ve worked hard on them, but I’m afraid my issues with attachments have grown rather than disappeared.”

Anakin smiled at that, taking Obi-Wan’s hand, “You know, I never realised how much like me you were. Nearly as much as a disappointment to the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan laughed, body shaking as a smile replaced his reminiscent scowl, “Well, only one of us has left the order.”

“You’re joking”

“No, Melida/Daan. Qui-Gon wouldn’t stay to help the children in the war. I did.”

“Your experience being a General before this?”

“Yes.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, comfortable in each other's presence. But as Anakin stewed in the other’s words his anxiety leaked into the force.

“This could have really helped me when I was a Padawan.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It was selfish to want to maintain the way you saw me - the perfect Jedi.”

“I always compared myself to you, looked up to you, I resented you for a bit because of it.”

“I know. And I knew at the time. I was not the Master you needed.”

“You were the best Master you could be,”

Obi-Wan laughed self-deprecatingly.

“No, Master, I mean it. You weren’t the problem. I was,” Anakin paused and wringed his hands as he considered his next words, “My anger was-is a problem. I have done things I regret and that you would hate me for.”

Obi-Wan’s shock at that statement had him sitting straight and placing a hand on Anakin’s cheek, “No, Anakin, I could never hate you, never, you’re my Padawan. I love you.”

Anakin recoiled from the touch, not believing he deserved his Master’s love at this moment. A man so ashamed of leaving the Jedi to save children in a way zone as a Padawan. Anakin had much worse things to be ashamed of. Things he didn’t think Obi-Wan could ever even imagine himself doing. Tears gathered in his eyes as he looked down at his lap through his lashes.

“I killed the Tusken Raiders. They hurt my mother - she’s dead - and I killed them all,” the tears began streaming down his cheeks.

“Oh, oh, Anakin, dearest” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin couldn’t stand that tone. He stood up and began passing. Eyes puffy and hands shaking, he began to shout, “I cut them down and felt nothing. The children - they screamed for their mothers - like I had - and I cut them down like animals. I hated them. And the dark, the dark it curled around me - it was like someone was choking me and cutting me off from my body and my emotions like I was a puppet killing them all.”

He grabbed his hair tightly in his hands and pulled, sinking down to the ground, “I killed them, I killed them,” it was as if the fog had cleared and Anakin was realising this for the first time.

“Hey,” Obi-Wan stepped forward and gently grasped his Padawan’s wrists, trying to untangle his hair from his unyielding grip, “Anakin, stop. You’re hurting yourself.”

“I hurt them.”

“Yes, you did. And you can’t change that,” Obi-Wan took a calming breath and repressed his shock and upset, his Padawan looked so small and this darkness wasn’t all his own.

“Anakin, what you did was wrong and entrenched in darkness. But you are light. This action hasn’t changed that. And I do not think it happened without influence. But Anakin, so many Jedi struggle with the dark. We have the power to enact our own judgement and no one can stop us. That is why we need to stop ourselves. And this time you didn’t. You can’t bring back the Tuskens, but you can let go of your anger and make sure this won't happen again.”

“I don’t know how to let it go.”

“Oh, Anakin-”

“It is so deep inside me, tangled with all the light,” Anakin let Obi-Wan take his hands away from his hair, staring far into his eyes, “Master, help.”

“I wish I had seen this sooner. Anakin, tomorrow morning we will start. We will meditate together and I can guide you.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“I know, dear one,” Obi-Wan collected Anakin into his arms.

“Will you tell the council?”

“No, at least not for now.”

“They will kick me out and then I’ll have to leave you and Ahsoka and Rex and-”

“Anakin, if they expelled you we would all follow.”

“Oh. Why won’t you tell them?”

“I don’t trust them to judge the situation fairly, there is something not quite right in the council. They’re stuck in ways from times which have long passed. And Quinlan and I may be doing some under the radar investigating that which is influencing and amplifying your darkness may help.”

“You’re both taking a mission they’ve denied.”

“They can’t deny that they don’t know about.”

Anakin smiled for a moment in the comfortable silence before sombering again. “I thought you’d be angry at me,” Anakin whispered.

“No,” sadness filled Obi-Wan as he gently took Anakin’s face into his hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, “No, my Padawan, I could never be angry at you.”

He pulled a blanket to him with the force and wrapped them in it, “I wish you had told me, but I wasn’t the most approachable Master. I put walls between us unintentionally, to protect myself I guess, and you. I didn’t want you to grow attached. I knew I was and wanted to spare you the judgement and the pain. I wasn’t a good role model so part of me felt better when you despised me in your late teens. I’m truly sorry I wasn’t a better Master, Anakin. But know now, you can tell me anything and I will always love you. I raised you, all parts of you.”

“I’m sorry.” Anakin’s eyes were dry, but red and puffy, he had run out of tears and exhaustion hit him. “I’m also married to Padme.”

“I know,”

“I broke the code again.”

“Yes, but that is the order’s code - not the Jedi's.”

Anakin looked at him in confusion.

“You know, I am in a relationship of sorts with Cody.”

Anakin burst out of the blanket in shock, suddenly very awake, “Cody!”

“I thought it was obvious, even the council knows, unofficially of course. Another reason they make life harder for our lineage.”

“I didn’t know.”

“-Because you were trying so hard to conceal your own relationship. I mean, you mentioned only earlier that he carried my lightsaber.”

“I didn’t think it meant anything.”

“Aren’t I always telling you that your lightsaber is your life?”

Over the shock of the new information, desperately trying not to think about Cody and his Master, Anakin asked: “How did you know about Padme and me?”

“Everyone knows, you’re not very subtle.”

Anakin huffed in annoyance.

“It's okay, Anakin. I forgive you for everything. I only ask that you forgive me for not making sure you understood the rule of attachment and for not teaching you my own interpretation.”

“What I have to forgive you for is nothing compared to what I did.”

“And yet I forgive you. I always will so long as you realise that you were wrong and want to do better. I think we forget that the Jedi code is not what we should or can be, but an ideal we should strive for, to be as close to as we can.”

“What do you think about not allowing love?”

“I think you mean not allowing attachment. Love and attachment are different. Love is selfless, attachment selfish - something that would lead you to do anything to keep those that are yours. Attachment is possessive, love is not.”

Anakin looked as if the origins of the universe had been revealed.

“Some Jedi believe we should not love, for love leads to attachment. But to be a Jedi is to live enveloped by the force, to welcome all aspects of it. Not to command it, like the dark, but to embrace it. The force is life, and loving is such a fundamental aspect of life that to ban it is to sensor a huge chunk of the force. Jedi are taught to be compassionate, and I believe it is only by loving truly, selflessly and in a way open to all life forms that we can truly be so to all.”

“How do you stop love becoming attachment?”

“I don’t know - it's never been my strong suit. If you were taken I would tear cities apart to find you, just as you would for Ahsoka - and I would too.”

“I would for you as well.”

“I’m not sure if I should say thank you or not. I know that I would not react in a very Jedi way. I have these attachments and they won't go, and I’m not willing to work on letting them go. But if you were ever to be killed, which I pray to the force doesn’t happen, I would have to accept it. It would kill me to do so, but I would - eventually. And I have in the past. I think, the law of attachment, is recognising that you are attached but building boundaries that you won't cross. I may be angry, but I would try my hardest not to let go and act on it. I would think about how you wouldn’t want me to fall. Although this is all easier said than done.”

“I can love Padme, you, Ahsoka, Rex, my men and my droids and do everything in my power to not let them get hurt so long as I don’t hurt others in the process.”

“Yes. We are not judges. Nor do we have any right to execute our will because of our emotions. But we do have a right to feel those emotions. For example, I would travel anywhere to save you, but not if it put the lives of all my men at risk. I am responsible for them, and my attachments aren’t theirs.”

Anakin nodded and tears welled in his eyes, “I want to be like that. Good. Like you. But I wasn’t. How do I know that I will be next time?”

“You know that you can talk to me, or at least I hope you do,” Obi-Wan stood up.

“Yes,” Anakin took the other’s hand and was pulled upright, they headed towards Anakin’s bunk where Obi-Wan unceremoniously plonked him, “When did you get so wise, Master?”

“I always have been,” Obi-Wan chuckled, “You’ve just never listened before.”

Obi-Wan returned to his own bunk and laid down, closing his eyes. Just as he began to drift off Anakin woke him, “Wait, all those nighttime council meetings that were too secret for me to attend, were you fucking Cody?”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan scalded before a blush sprayed across his cheeks, “Yes, but unlike you and Padme I enjoy the illusion of discreteness.”

“Ugh, Master, I didn’t need to know that.”

“You asked,” Obi-Wan sounded all too amused at his Padawan’s disgust. “Now rest. I’m sure tomorrow will be exhausting.”

“And yet you always tell me meditating is restful.”

“Not when you’re complaining the whole way through.”

“I won’t, I promise. Not for this. Good night, Master.”

“Good night, Anakin.”

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[m4st4rd]

a near-fatal mistake

a/n: hey guys i’m back from the void! i finally finished this little Anakin & Obi-Wan request. i’ve never written pre existing characters as tiny before, so this was a fun challenge! thank you @special-agent-sea-turtle for requesting this!

i was originally gonna write Anakin as the tiny, but i can only think of tiny Vader for so long before losing it so :)! tiny Obi-Wan it is. and one more thing! i name-dropped a couple things from my upcoming oc story! stay tuned for that!

reblogs appreciated!

warning: blood mention, injury

   IT’S QUIET FOR only a moment as Obi-Wan catches his breath, a breath that invites dust and dirt and blood into his lungs. After that, the world crashes back into him. 

   The battle on Shakua still rages around him, but his fall seems to have gone unnoticed in the fray. Many voices shout, but none of them shout his name: to his left is Cody, leading the 212th; to his right, General Berand, ushering their men forward. His mistake is nothing compared to the true fight. 

   He wonders how much time has passed.

   His hands go to his side, where an angry red burn twists up his ribcage. He had sensed it coming, yet he was not fast enough: one B1 who was a little smarter than the rest. One little blip in the programming nearly cost him his life. And aside from the wound, his eyes are heavy, his head is pounding, his limbs feel weak—

   He tries to stand and shout, but fails. There’s too many footsteps shaking the ground around him. He stumbles, plants his face in the dirt, clutching his wounded side. Well, there goes my dignity. Luckily, no one had seemed to notice. If he could find his lightsaber, he could get back up, get back into the battle… 

   He’s fine. Obi-Wan is fine.

   “Master Obi-Wan!”

   His ears ring. The world goes silent again, save for muffled, pounding footsteps. He turns himself onto his back, and tries to look up, but his vision is blurry. He sees nothing through the dust in his eyes… until a huge, panicked face breaks through. 

   He has no time to protest as a hand scoops him up, although a little roughly, and he’s cupped against a chest. Whoever has him is running, swinging his saber around, deflecting blaster bolts with ease. And whoever has him is scared: Obi-Wan can tell from the emotion radiating off of them, and the racing heart that fills his senses.  

   He takes the time to clear his eyes, instinctively gripping the robe of his rescuer for balance. But it’s not long before he’s pulled away, looking up, up, up, into the worried face of his Padawan.

   Anakin hides in the brush, not too far from the battle. If Obi-Wan peers over his curled fingers, he can see the fight just a ways away. Everything starts to click: he had pulled him from the ground, weaving through the blaster bolts and the brawling soldiers to get to a safe spot. A considerate move, certainly, but one that could’ve gotten his Padawan seriously injured… 

   “Anakin!” he exclaims, his voice hoarse from disuse. For a second, he forgets the pain that riddles his body: he’s annoyed. “You should’ve left me! I’m perfectly fine, you must focus on the battle—”

   But he gets no response. All of his awareness comes rushing back to him at once: the hands that hold him shake, and the face that stares from above is turning… angry. Angry eyes filled with angry tears that track through the dirt on Anakin’s face. More than anything, Obi-Wan is surprised, but he can feel fear creeping back into his heart. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced around him— not in many years.

   “Anakin…”

   “Are you out of your mind?” the boy whispers, oblivious to the battle that crashes over their heads. “Pulling a stunt like that, it— it could’ve killed you!”

   Obi-Wan leans against his fingers for support, wincing through his aches, and puts on the bravest, sternest face he can manage. “Anakin, need I remind you that I am a Jedi Knight?” he retorts, coughing as he takes in another lungful of dust. “I’m more tha—”

   But he’s cut off with another scowl. “You’re a Jedi Knight the size of my fingers.” His voice is agitated, yet harsh. “What if I hadn’t spotted you? What if Cody, or one of General Berand’s men— what if they stepped on you? And look at you— you’re seriously hurt, master!”

   “It’s—”

   “It’s irresponsible, that’s what it is! You were being irresponsible.”

   As if Anakin could talk about being irresponsible. “It’s nothing,” he mutters. “I’ve suffered worse wounds. You have more important things to worry about. Where is General Berand? Have they breached the blockade?”

   “Does it matter?” Anakin snaps. “Listen to me! You could’ve died! For once, stop fighting so hard. It’s gonna be the death of you.” The hands beneath him tremble as Anakin grows desperate; desperate for what, he’s not quite sure. “I know you’re trying to be brave, but you don’t need to be.”

   Obi-Wan sighs, taking in another fluttering breath. No matter how hard he tries to hide his pain, it’s ever apparent to the boy holding him. “Anakin,” he says, “you mustn’t be afraid to lose me. I know it’s overwhelming, but you must let go of attachments like these.”

   “I don’t want to let go!” he cries out, and Obi-Wan is stunned, pushing away from the face that moves closer. “It’s so stupid, how they expect us to be prepared for something like that. Something like this. How can they command Master and Padawan to stay together, to become family, and expect us not to grieve if we lose each other?”

   He finally catches his breath. It’s a shaky one, filled with emotion.

   Anger and worry fight for control within the boy’s mind. Obi-Wan ponders about his Padawan’s outburst, trying to ignore the growing pang in his heart. Above all else, Anakin is concerned. He only made such a decision to get him out of danger. His hands are the safest place he could be at the moment. 

   When he speaks again, his voice is barely a whisper, but it’s cracked with anguish. “I’m not ready to lose you. Not yet, master.” 

   Funny. Such an emotional move should be frowned upon by both Obi-Wan and his Jedi way, but when he says that, he feels warm.

   “I’m… sorry, Anakin,” he says softly. So soft that his voice is almost unheard over the mess. But he hears him. His fingers curl over him protectively. “I’m not going anywhere, not now. You were very brave for rescuing me. And I thank you for that.”

   Anakin wipes his tears with the back of his free hand. “Well,” he mutters, “I couldn’t just leave you there.”

   Obi-Wan laughs, despite his aching body. “And I’m glad you didn’t.” He can feel himself growing weaker. Imagine where you’d be without him.

   Before he finishes, though, he rests his hand on the thumb beside him. “But please don’t make a decision like that again, however concerned you may be,” he says, smiling up at the huge face in front of him. “I don’t need you getting hurt, too.”

   He’s only half joking, but it’s true: he doesn’t want Anakin hurt. He’s not sure if he could recover from a wound like that.

   A new emotion pierces through the veil of anger and despair surrounding him: pride. “I’m gonna bring you to the medical tent,” he says, turning away to hide the flush of his cheeks. But Kenobi senses it nonetheless. “General Berand can handle it for now. I’ve gotta get you some help.” And as he stands, Obi-Wan feels a rush of determination. A rush of hope. “I’m not leaving you, Obi-Wan.”

   “I appreciate that,” he murmurs in reply. He lets the tension in his limbs go. His eyes grow heavy as he leans back against his Padawan’s fingers. He’s brought back to the chest as Anakin starts to run, focusing on that familiar heartbeat. It’s the last thing he hears before he slips back into unconsciousness, wounds forgotten for the moment.

   He’s safe with him.

#star wars g/t #anakin #obi wan kenobi #this one's kinda clunky but it was fun to write #i believe in tiny jedi supremacy #mustard writes

[thewriterowl]

Ugh Owl. I read starbound anon’s dad vader fic cos you recced it and now i’m suffering waiting for an update, why’d you do this to me 😭 can I please get some fluffy doting dad vader head cannons to tide me over?? Pretty pretty please??? 👉👈

ISN'T IT AMAZING?? That fic is killing me.

Ok, let me think of something...I may be super influenced by the Rod is Mightier than the Lightsaber cause, well, how could I not?

Luke is Baby(tm) as we all know. he has Vader wrapped around his finger. Vader has to be careful because his first instinct is let Luke have whatever he wants. Luke is this heart of gold spot of sunshine who wants everyone to be taken care of and loved and forgiven and it just can't happen (this is Vader, not Anakin, after all) as he is to stay in his throne and rule the galaxy as he wants. Luke just needs to be the doted on prince as his father rules everything with an iron (but still nicer than sucky Palpatine) fist.

Look, Luke is a sub. I am going to die on this hill and you can never change my mind on this. Of course, there is nothing sexual between him and Vader, but even when he is rebellious, he has this instinct to follow orders when presented in a certain manner. He isn't aware what it is only when he is pushed just right he begins to do as told. Vader, of course, figures this out and is very...torn. He will not let this out to anyone but he will use it to his advantage. He only feels mildly upset about taking advantage over Luke's weakness but only mildly...especially when Luke get's stubborn and does something he shouldn't. Luke gets sulky but quiet and says "yes sir" and maybe "yes daddy" when he is really pushed. (Vader can understand this because when he was with Padme he was a switch and she was a Dom--this will never be different to me lol though I may read fics otherwise lol)

Now, Luke doesn't have to be this prince at all times. Vader wouldn't do that to Luke. Even he has a limit of royal imagery and such. Luke can drink and gamble, he can race (safely), he can do less-than-princely hobbies to keep himself entertained. Vader is also fine with him mingling with "peasants" that Vader approves of. Vader can see that most of them are better than senators and royals anyway.

Vader is bound and determined to have Luke follow in his mother's footsteps and have a crazy wardrobe of beautiful outfits. Luke is not interested. Too bad. He is too pretty to not be dressed up. He needs to be the envy of the entire galaxy. Vader doesn't want people lusting after Luke, but Vader is still Anakin...he has to show off and he is possessive, so he has to show off his prized possession of his baby son.

Luke just sulks.

Luke asks about Vader's time as Anakin and his mother often. Vader does his best to avoid some topics (his time on Tatooine, the loss of his mother, Obi-Wan) but he finds himself able to open up more and more with Luke pleading for more information.

It is probably through talking with Luke that Vader comes to the confirmation that no, Padme and Obi-Wan were not sleeping together.

Luke: (squinting at his father) Wait, you think they were together behind your back?

Vader: I do, my son.

Luke:...dad...from your stories...Obi-Wan sounds like a whore for Mandalorians.

Vader:....what?

Luke: I'm pretty sure he was sleeping with that commander clone. Not mom.

Vader: (ultimate dense idiot as everything clicks into place) HOLY SHIT HE WAS GAY FOR CODY.

Luke got his dense-ness from his dad but even he could tell Obi-Wan was head over heels for the clone, and anything in Mandalorian armor, even from the biased story-telling from his father.("HOW DID YOU THINK MOM WAS CHEATING ON YOU?!" "IT WAS OBI-WAN! I WAS ALMSOT PREPARED TO CHEAT ON HER FOR HIM! EVERYONE WANTED HIM!" "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST ASK FOR A THREESOME?!" ".....OH MY GODS WHY DIDN'T I JUST ASK FOR A THREESOME?!")

Luke tells Vader of what he has been through, being careful to not include information that could hurt the rebellion. Vader is impressed about Luke's ability to take down the monstrous beings known as Womp-Rats, how he survived a Wampa, the info that he was a speed demon (Takes after his papa in that)

They find they have a lot of similarities.

Vader is probably the first person who learns that Luke really only likes guys. It's not uncommon in the galaxy by any means (I refuse to allow homophobia in a SCI-FI/Fantasy...it makes no sense so there is no such thing here, the end). So, Vader knows to file that away in the future if, for any reason, he will allow Luke to get married and wants to help his son with romance. (prideful Anakin peeks through; he knows he was hot stuff and had the attention of many people...maybe not to Kenobi level, but he had his own fans! so there)

Luke is surprise to learn he is so much like his mother. So many compared him to Vader. But Vader assured him that he may have a lot of similarities in looks to Anakin and may have his need for speed but his sweet personality, need to protect, nurturing, and selfless nature is all from his mother.

Luke may get a little teary-eyed over this. He's not too upset about being compared to Anakin...but he just thought he had nothing of his mother, so to hear he did really means a lot.

Vader is obsessive. he looks after his son and ensures his health and safety constantly. He cannot ever be at risk or he may just lose his already crumbled sanity.

Vader has no desire to ever see his baby get in a relationship. He has no idea how he'll ever be ready if it somehow happens.

#owl inbox #luke skywalker #darth vader

[hellowkatey]

Febuwhump Day 8

Prompt: “hey, hey, this is no time for sleep”

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence and injury

Crash at Point Rain

The battle already rages below them as the 212th Attack Battalion descends toward Geonosis. Obi-Wan watches with great trepidation as the ground forces are already deep in the midst of a violent undertaking. The explosions kick up the dusty surface of the bug planet, creating a cloud that obscures his view from seeing anything besides the muted flashes of blaster and cannon fire. 

The Force reeks of death and destruction. If the turbulence of the gunship isn't enough to cause his stomach to turn, the feeling of darkness is. 

"Five klicks to the rendezvous, General!" the message is passed from the pilot. 

"Very good, stay sharp." 

Everything relies on things according to plan. So naturally, everything goes up in smoke. 

A massive explosion next to them causes the gunship to jolt, nearly throwing half the men out the other side of the open ship. Obi-Wan whirls around in time to watch one of their other ships, hit by cannons, violently explode and fall to the ground in a massive fireball. 

Oh, not good, he thinks, because as long as they are in the air, they are practically defenseless. The clunky ships only have so much maneuverability and the dust is too thick to get a proper visual to shoot down the anti-aircraft tech. 

"Take evasive action!" he yells, though his orders are implied. The blast doors are slammed shut, and darkness encompasses the hold. Obi-Wan white knuckles the hand-hold, his heart dropping as the reports begin to come flooding in through his commlink of other gunships having the same issues. 

He would have preferred to never step foot on this Force-forsaken planet again. One time on Geonosis is more than enough in Obi-Wan's opinion, but apparently, the bugs seem to have a significant role to play in all of this. He still remembers the carnage in that arena like it happened yesterday. It still haunts him that all of this could have been stopped had they managed to capture Dooku. 

Instead, Anakin lost his hand, The Jedi lost numerous, and the galaxy received a civil war. 

Cody's voice rings through on his commlink, sharp and frantic. "General Kenobi, don't land! The zone is hot!" 

"But there's nowhere else to go!"

Suddenly, the gunship jolts once more, but this time the horrible sound of durasteel being forced apart and the heat of explosion accompanies it. 

"We're hit, we're hit!" he yells over the alarms that now blare through the cabin. "We're going down!" 

Some troopers fall into the walls as the ship loses control. Obi-Wan can see out the front window from where he stands, and the red sands of Geonosis are very quickly approaching. We're coming in at too hard an angle!

Another shot comes hurdling through the very window, shattering the transperisteel and striking the pilot. There is only time for a gasp of surprise, and then the trooper slumps forward. 

"Brace yourselves!" Obi-Wan screams as the ship takes a nose dive. Gravity is pulling his body off the ground now, and despite his order, he finds himself suspended with only his grip on the strap as an anchor. The Jedi Master flails, trying unsuccessfully to plant his weight anywhere else and get some traction, but troopers are already being thrown at a terminal velocity within the durasteel coffin, pushing him out of any position of security he could manage. 

When the front of the gunship slams into Geonosis, Obi-Wan is torn from the handle. He unceremoniously crashes into the durasteel floor, his forehead bouncing off it with a sickening crack. Darkness clouds his vision, but he holds onto consciousness as the belly of the ship follows close behind in the violent crash. He is tossed into a huddle of other troopers, their armor cutting into the unprotected portions of his skin. Obi-Wan has no idea if up is up or down is up, or how long they have been skidding across the surface of the planet. The pile of helpless men is suddenly thrown in the other direction as the ship seems to slow, but tip onto its side. Obi-Wan, on top of the pile one moment, is hitting the wall again the next. This time, he doesn't have a moment to react before the other occupants of the hold are on top of him. 

The destroyed gunship itself has stopped, but everything still feels like it's spinning. He gasps through the thick black smoke that has funneled into the cabin, trying to move, but the four troopers that are slung across him have him pinned against the wall. His head throbs, his vision is blurred. He can't tell if it's from the smoke or he hit his head hard enough to give him a nasty concussion-- possibly both. 

Through his haze, he hears groans of agony around him. His troopers have not moved since they came to a stop. He can feel their Force presences-- they're dim. Few. Many have perished, and many more are on the way. 

Obi-Wan manages to get an arm free and pushes the clone that lies across his chest to the side. Blood covers the front of his armor where it looks like his blaster got jammed in his throat. He pushes down a wave of nausea and uses his newfound freedom to push another one of his fallen men off his leg. He's weak. Barely able to manage the weight, though he's never had issues before.

"General!" a faint voice calls from the other side of the ship. It takes him a moment to look up, searching lazily across the smokey cabin. A trooper slowly gets to his feet, stumbling over the bodies of his fallen brothers and landing on his knees at Obi-Wan's side. 

"Trapper," he recalls his name. "are you injured?" 

"Not as bad as others. And you, sir?" 

Obi-Wan grimaces as another wave of nausea burns like acid in this throat, and decides to ignore that question. "Help me get free if you can." 

Trapper is able to pull the other two troopers off him before practically collapsing. Obi-Wan pulls him to sit next to him with his back against the wall. "Well done, trooper. Rest now." 

The clone sighs in relief, reaching up and pulling his bucket off, and holding it in his lap. Now that they have settled and the smoke has thinned, Obi-Wan can finally take stock of the damage. 

The walls of the gunship look as though they were crushed between the hands of a giant. It's a wonder it held up the way it did judging by the force of their impact. Bodies of troopers are strewn about. Motionless. The smell of blood and burning flesh is already potent, which is just about pushing Obi-Wan over the edge. 

"Pardon me, Trapper," he says before leaning over away from his companion and emptying the contents of his stomach. He vomits until there is nothing left, and then his stomach still twists, as though even its natural acid must be ejected. Tears spring up in his eyes and his face feels hot and clammy. Obi-Wan has to clutch the wall to bring himself back to his original sitting position. His hands are shaking. He folds them together in an effort to calm them.

His head hurts. It's a dull, radiating pain that encompasses his head and runs down his neck, making his body simultaneously feel like it's crumbling and completely numb. 

He can feel Trapper watching him. "I'm okay," 

"Did you hit your head general?" 

"A better question may be what didn't my head hit." 

It's more honest than he usually is, but Obi-Wan is quickly losing the will to hide it any longer. He is holding back tears that he isn't sure why are trying to force themselves out. He's felt greater agonies, been through worse tribulations.

But the tears don't seem to be sadness. It's difficult to place, but he feels angry? Frustrated? With every passing moment, his emotion seems to change. 

It's exhausting. He's exhausted. Obi-Wan lets out a shaky breath and lets his heavy eyelids fall closed. Though the gunship was dark already, the total darkness is like immediate relief. 

"Hey, general, this is no time for sleep." 

"It sure feels like it," he groans. 

"If you have a concussion you must stay awake to monitor your symptoms, sir." 

"And if I decide to nap?" 

Silence hangs between them for a long moment. 

"I believe there is a chance you may not wake up. Sir." 

As enticing as that sounds in the moment, Obi-Wan forces his eyes open again, rolling his head slowly to the side to look at Trapper. 

"We can't have that, I suppose." 

Minutes or hours later-- Obi-Wan isn't sure-- voices echo from outside and rapid footsteps approach. Not the buzz of Geonosisans nor the clank of battle droids, which is comforting at least. He grips his lightsaber anyway, ready to use it if needed.

Obi-Wan isn't sure of how much help he could possibly be, though. After taking greater stock of his injuries, he is quite sure he won't be able to stand on his own for more than a few minutes, nevermind actually fighting. 

The door of the gunship is forced open and light streams in, causing a flare of pain behind his sensitive eyes. He squints through the daylight until his swimming vision finally focuses long enough to see familiar troopers. 

"Waxer, Boil. Am I glad to see you," he pauses as they run forward to meet them, their gaze obviously wandering to their dead brothers lying about. "Trapper and I are the only ones still alive." 

"Good to see you, sir," They hoist him to his feet, quicker than he probably should have been by the way everything goes black for a few long seconds, but Waxer keeps his arm securely around him as he blinks through it. "Commander Cody's established the square just beyond this position..." a ringing in Obi-Wan's ears drones out the clone's voice, and he winces, squeezing his eyes shut until it passes. "...trying to surround us as we speak, sir." 

Right. The battle. The war. Now out of the ship, he is rudely reminded of the brutality of the ongoing battle that is only made worse by his pounding head. Blaster shots sound as though they are being amplified directly in his ears, and explosions and cannons make his knees feel weak from the light sensitivity. 

Medical is going to have a field day with this, he sighs. 

Though he wants nothing more than to collapse in his bunk for the next week and a half, he reminds himself of the importance of their success. They must recapture Geonosis and take out their droid foundries. 

Obi-Wan pulls the Force around him, releasing his pain and using it to augment his strength. It's a short-term solution-- and something that will get him in deep trouble with the healers if they find out-- but it will do for now. 

There will be time to rest when the war is over. 

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