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frostbitebakery · 7 months

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WILL YOU PLEASE RING IN YOUR DESTRUCTION

surrender au

“Genera—“

Obi-Wan is already on his feet and running before a sickening crack cuts off the trooper’s warning.

Cody is hot on his heels, does not let the red lightning rumbling down from the sky freeze his movements even if his thoughts blank for the slice of a second.

He skids to a halt, blaster already drawn, ozone burning through his senses. He registers Obi-Wan lowering his hand—

“Cody, I want every man to back away fifty feet. Close the perimeter but don’t interfere unless I say so.”

That’s not Obi-Wan. Washed out and grey, veins prominent and red and broken. But it’s the same face, underneath it all. The not Obi-Wan sighs in disappointment at— fuck- fuck, that’s Wooley’s paint, Wooley’s body lying on its stomach, visor staring up at the sky.

“Are you alright?” There’s a soldier, back towards them, heavily armed, and voice too, too familiar for comfort.

The facsimile smiles ruefully. “I’m fine,” he reassures as if he hasn’t just killed— “He was so loud.”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan, his one, says and he remembers his orders.

The soldier sighs, gently takes one of the not Obi-Wan’s - precisely scarred, what happened - hand in his own gloved one and squeezes.

Activating the battalion frequency is second nature by now. “Perimeter 50 feet from hostiles. Do not engage. Wait on the General’s orders. I repeat, do not engage until further notice.”

“You’re starting negotiations somewhat abruptly,” the soldier scolds with a smile in his voice.

His Obi-Wan takes a step forward, hands vanishing in his robes.

“He’s trying to find the difference,” the— the wrong— yellow eyes flick over the soldier’s shoulder at his General, a bright smile blooming on dry lips - the utterly wrong Obi-Wan— “Oh…”

The soldier turns around like an afterthought, like there aren’t dozens of blasters and a Jedi Master focused on him. A cybernetic eye whirrs, scar tissue tight and just as familiar as the voice’s cadence. An unimpressed look washes over Cody and he can feel his hackles rise despite himself, swallowing up the fear of what-ifs turning all too real.

With a twist and turn the wrong Obi-Wan, the Sith, is around Cody’s doppelgänger, the cane sharply digging into the ground.

“General, behind me,” the soldier orders, is promptly ignored in favor mad yellow eyes digging into Obi-Wan.

“You’re so Light,” the Sith whispers to himself, taking another step forward to Cody’s General.

The soldier - Cody will deal with the implications of it all, but later - snags an arm around the Sith’s waist and pushes him behind the bulk of his body, careful and practiced. He musters Obi-Wan noncommittally. “Is he what you’re looking for?”

“Cody, they’re all so Light.”

The soldier nods, hand drifting towards - Obi-Wan’s, what the hells - the lightsaber clipped to his chestplate.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan, Cody’s, says with a polite incline of his head, “we do try not to succumb to the Dark Side around here. It’s splendid for my youthful looks, evidently.”

The Sith smiles in cracked stretches, takes a step forward like a moth to a flame until he bumps into the soldier’s outstretched arm. “Would you like to discuss your surrender, General Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan folds his hands behind his back, his own smile going tight, and Cody sees the hand signals. “Over a cup of tea, perhaps?”

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #sith!obi wan #dark!cody #star wars #star wars au #tcw #my art #frostbitebakery art #surrender au

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ithebookhoarder · 7 months

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Hi love! Could I request an Anakin X reader where he comforts reader after a panic attack?

Reacting to Reader having a panic attack: (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

A/N: Of course you can! Here you go. You can thank Ahsoka for breaking me and getting me back into my feels for this disaster of a human being 😅

Masterlist:

Anakin is much more a man of action rather than a man of words and will actively look for a practical solution for any problem, including panic attacks.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t fully understand them, or that there isn’t necessarily a physical threat that he can fight on your behalf, he will do whatever he can to best help you.

That would include using his trademark sass and boyish jokes to distract you whenever he senses you’re feeling low (something you both love and hate in equal measure).

“Hey, Y/N. I was thinking, how does a moon cut his hair?"

“Anakin… I swear to the maker-"

“-Eclipse it."

It’s easy to see why Obi-Wan started to turn grey the day he took Anakin on as a Padawan.

Then again, as much as you may protest against it, it’s hard to do anything other than laugh at his desperate attempts to cheer you up.

Anakin also creates private rituals for you both to follow whenever you feel an attack creeping up on you.

These include things like going to exercise together, as you find sparring or racing around a local park is a great way to burn off any pent up anxiety (and often leads to you both rolling around on the floor, sweaty and too busy being wrapped up in one another to feel anything other than pleasure).

It also sometimes involves him taking you aside and helping you to ground yourself to him and your surroundings.

It even sometimes involves him crawling into bed and holding you whilst you sleep, knowing his warmth and his presence helps to keep your worries at bay.

On that note, we know he has no problem bending the rules when it comes to those he cares about and you’d be no exception.

Nothing else in the universe matters more to him and your well-being comes before anything else, including the Jedi code.

It doesn’t matter if the council will reprimand him later, if you need him he’ll be there. He’d find a ship and get to you the minute you called, or the minute he sensed your panic through the force.

A smaller thing Anakin would do, is he starts carrying around sour candies for you, knowing how you like them and how they help distract your brain when it starts to feel overwhelmed.

You almost couldn’t believe it the first time he handed one to you without so much as a word. Instead he simply unwrapped one for himself and winked.

You also can’t tell me he wouldn’t be keeping a special eye on you, reaching out at the first sign of trouble, just as he sensed his mother’s distress before. It doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night, he’ll call you if he isn’t with you, just to make sure you’re alright.

Even if it isn’t too bad an attack, he would still pull you from any duties you may have for the rest of your day, insisting you rest for a while even if he has to make you.

He also strikes me as the kind of friend who tries to act like they’re less stressed out about your issues than you, but inside is panicking like crazy. So much so, he has to instruct Rex and Ahsoka to keep an eye out for you if he can’t, else he’ll be too worried to ever leave your side in case you need him.

He may or may not have written a very extensive list of things to do and not to do if you ever have one without him - something both privately tease him about...

#ithebookhoarder #masterlist #thesilentmage #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars prequels #star wars #ahsoka #captain rex #obi wan kenobi

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 8 months

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If I had the time I would go through video and debunk all of the jabs the OP unsubtly digs at the Jedi masters.

Legit the first minuet in and he calls Ki-Adi-Mundi a psychopath. Like bro. I don’t think you armchair psychologists actually understand the words that passes through your mouths.

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Looking at the comments I’m filled with rage ngl.

There is no tapping into the dark side for the good of others. The dark side isn’t some quaint power boost that people can use Willy nilly and come back without consequences. It corrupts absolutely. There’s no such thing as “oh lemme just tap into this side of the force that corrupts absolutely to save people uwu” when it would usually become “oh shit I tapped into the dark side cuz I wanted to save people but it twisted my desires and in the end I ended up not only not saving the people I wanted to save, but also wrecked destruction onto other innocents.”

Also congrats on grievously misunderstanding what Vaapad is OP. It’s a twist on Form VII the Ferocity form (aka forbidden Jedi kata since if the practitioner isn’t firmly in the light the passion channeled can and will corrupt absolutely). Mace Windu created this form as a way to channel his own personal darker emotions. It doesn’t control him as the original form VII does. Literally we have Sidious saying that Form VII is closer to a Sith Form than a Jedi Form since it can and will corrupt the practitioner. Mace Windu did not use the dark side when using Vaapad. There’s a reason that the other “co-creator” of Vaapad when he fell to the dark side and tried to use Vaapad to defeat Mace still failed. It’s because Vaapad is a firmly light side Form and using the dark side of the force when using the Form will mean you fundamentally fail At understanding the base of the form.

Why can’t Star Wars fans understand that there is no “balance” between the light side of the force and the dark side? The light side is balance. The dark side is an abbreviation on the natural state of being. And comparing Emerald Lightning that Plo Koon uses to Sith lightning, a technique that is STATED, to be a twisted abomination of five usage, is disingenuous and a bad faith reading of the comics.

I could screenshot every comment on this video and write essays on how they’re wrong but I actually value my time and I really do not want to engage in media that I disagree with. Blah blah echo chamber, what of it? If people can be blinded by their own beliefs that grey Jedi exist I can also refuse to engage in it. I clicked on the video thinking it would be a nice meta explaining the different colours we see in KOTOR and the new Ashoka show but instead I get a very thinly veiled Jedi bashing video.

#pro jedi #Jedi order friendly #Star Wars meta #star wars salt #anti Star Wars YouTuber #Star Wars #Youtube

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spiralingemptyness · 6 months

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clone wars (mainly guard) hc pt. 3

sinker and hound are batch mates

Thire is youngest command officer on coruscant guard

Yoda kinda adopted coruscant guard

Amidala and thorn are best buddies

Amidala dresses up the corrie guard that have to guard her at galas

Monnk has a monthly drowning (despite having scuba equitmnent and being the best swimmer in the whole gar)and Kit always teases him (after making sure he’s safe)

Depa and Grey have a platonic co-parenting to Caleb (Grey is aroace)

Fox cares for all his corrie guards and they make sure to return the favor by taking care of him, his work and just giving him the best hugs

Reasons palps has died

Fox

Corrie guard cmo

Plo koon

Windu

Other Jedi

Corrie guard CO’s

Zilo beast

Grizzer

Falling out a window

Heart attack

Snapping his neck

Plo koon gets the worst color choices for vod pile blankets but they’re the softest and the 104th love him so they don’t tell him

Despite being the most carefullest of the guard, Thire gets hurts the most (he can rival Fox in the number of injuries they’ve received)

Thire has been reconditioned the most

love how I end it on angst :)

I have a shit load of mk head cannons sooooo yah

#star wars #clone wars #hc #commander fox #commander monnk #commander thire #commander thorn #sergeant hound #sergeant sinker #plo koon #fuck palpatine #depa billaba #caleb dume #yoda #corrie guard #coruscant guard

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wolveria · 18 days

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👀👀👀 can I ask about the wing AU??

Yesss!! The Wing AU! Which is really just a long document with the various clones and Jedi/Sith what their wings would look like.

I'm going to post it as it is because the bullet point works, and this is the "baseline" part of the winged universe. I might have several stories stem from it, because... I just really love wings and I feel like I could go in several directions. So here it is!

There are only two beings in the galaxy with wings: those who are Force-sensitive, and the clones engineered by the Kaminoans

The wings of a child will be drab until they molt in maturity, bringing in their true colors

Touching another person’s wings without permission is disrespectful and invasive, while trusting someone enough to allow them to preen their wings is a sign of trust and closeness

The clones were engineered with wings to keep up with the Jedi during the war, though this has brought its own controversy with senators questioning if engineering wings is a step too far in cloning technology, as wings are supposed to be sacred (but the Chancellor claims this is a sign they are on the side of righteousness, though in reality he wants the clone troopers to have wings to keep up with the Jedi when he orders their execution)

Yoda has grey wings, Dooku has elegant black wings, and Darth Sidious has no wings at all (he removed them at an early age to hide his affinity for the Force, and he almost abhors the idea of them), Maul’s wings are black with red tips, and Ventress has wings of white with black tips

Anakin has beautiful golden-brown wings, Obi-Wan has soft sandstone-colored wings, and Ahsoka has white wings with blue stripes

Cad Bane has wings of blue variation, light blue at the base and darker at the tips, though they are so ragged from being unpreened and kept in bindings against his back that they can only glide, not fly, until they are restored with care and practice (which is unlikely since he always keeps them hidden and no one knows he even has them)

Clones Wings:

Hunter has dark grey wings, the same color as his eyes, and the feathers are broader and longer than a typical clones’ (his brothers used to joke that his missing height went into his wingspan)

Crosshair has silvery white wings that match his hair, and they’re especially soft around the shoulders of the wings, almost downy, but if anyone tries to touch them, they’ll get pummeled for it. Not with his hands—Crosshair has learned how to “punch” with his wings with uncanny accuracy, and other troopers learned long ago to steer clear of them

Wrecker has reddish-brown wings that have golden highlights in the sun, though he had to have cybernetic feathers and muscles implanted into his left wing after the explosion that took his eye

Tech’s wings are golden-brown, and they are prone to being unkempt much like his living space, the clone too distracted with his work to care for them, and if it wasn’t for his brothers they would be nearly unusable (which would be a shame, because he flies like a mynock on fire)

Echo used to have grey speckled wings that complimented Fives’ grey and white wings, but once he was captured, the Separatists cut them off. After he was rescued, Rex and Cody made sure there were funds to build him advanced mechanical wings so he could fly again

Omega has golden-white wings, and the Batch had to teach her how to fly because the Kaminoans didn’t show her and probably never would have

Crosshair would be the one to preen Hunter’s wings after a battle, and Hunter would preen his (Crosshair would let Wrecker preen his wings but no matter how hard he tries, Crosshair’s too sensitive, and Hunter is the only one with a light enough touch to do it)

Tech doesn’t really care who preens his wings out of the Batch, just as long as they don’t screw up and pull out any feathers, and he’s more than happy to let Wrecker do it since the big clone loves preening his brother’s feathers

If a flyer goes through a traumatic event, their feathers will molt and grow back a different color: this is what happens to the clones after Order 66, they lose their individuality/feathers, and grow all white wings to match their bleached armor (Crosshair loses his silvery feathers and they grow back in a much darker shade, showing he’s not completely under their control and is suffering for it)

There are only a few Imperial clones that don’t grow plain white feathers, but instead, they grow in pure black. The ones with black wings are selected to be Death Troopers

Crosshair’s new wings are not technically black, they’re more of a dark grey, and coincidentally, the same shade as Hunter’s wings

For clones who start to fight their chips, or their chips start to fail, they gradually shed their feathers and start growing them back with color. Such as Howzer, who started to grow back his teal-tipped feathers, and he had to bleach his wings so his superiors wouldn’t find out

The new TK troopers are given mechanical wings, but they are far inferior to the natural wings that clones are engineered with, but mechanical wings are cheaper than biological ones, and the clone troopers that remain are taken to Tantiss for experimentation

#star wars #the bad batch #wings au #clones with wings #star wars wings au #i want to write things in this universe but i need ideas!!#please let me know if you have any #me swooping in with my force-sensitive cad bane agenda #but also him binding them and not taking care of them would be such a bane move

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padawansuggest · 3 months

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Ok, so I was supposed to draw one small fanart, but I got carried away and created an au ^^''

Jedi cats Au

(Disaster lineage edition)

Yoda: Small green cat with tufts of white fur on his tail tip and across his spine. He loves being cuddled by the younglings as he tells them stories(basically their therapy, grandfather cat) and going on occasional trips to Dagobah for meditation (at least, that's his excuse). What he really does there is hunting frogs(he claims they're good for his bones) and camping out in the swamp(the whole trip traumatizing Dooku in the process).

Dooku: Huge white cat with brittle yellow eyes and spiked-up fur. He doesn't change much in his cat form, but when he does, he spends most of his time sunning himself on the council chairs(you can't blame him, cats can't resist such a good sunning spot), skulks around the temple corridors looking elegant and graceful, and steals sith holocrons out of nowhere so he could 'study' them(they were later confiscated and thrown out of the temple when Qui found out). He never lets anybody pet him except for Sifo, Jocasta, Qui, and sometimes Yoda(his adoptive father figure), or Obi-wan(his grandson whom he's secretly proud of)

Qui-Gon: Greyish brown cat with long silky fur and leaf-green eyes. He mostly hangs out on the temple's huge tree or goes on trips to Lothal to have tea with Loth-cats and wolves. (The Loth-cats kind of worship him as their 'god', and the wolves invite him and his apprentice for night strolls and 'singing to the moon' meetings)

He also randomly adopts kittens(padawans; in this case, Obi-wan, Anakin, and recently Ahsoka)

Obi-wan: Small auburn cat with darker splotches and grey-blue eyes. He's smaller than his apprentice but twice the sassiness. Cody loves to cuddle him and stroke his soft fur for hours while talking about how his day went(Obi doesn't mind^^). As a kitten, he constantly kept Qui company while he studied at night(at least that's what he says when Qui complains about his student/son being annoyingly cute and knocking over his mug of tea on purpose every five minutes).

Anakin: Brown tabby emo with sky-blue eyes. He hates sand, is very chaotic in many ways, and has a talent for annoying Obi(he actually passes down his 'abilities' to Ahsoka, who becomes more like her master). He also holds a record of being the most troublesome padawan in existence.

Despite all this, Padme finds him adorable (he often sneaks out of the temple in his cat form to meet his gf), but Obi-wan and Ahsoka know better(sure, he's nice and charming, yet can also be pretty stupid and reckless).

Ahsoka: Sleek, lithe, orange cat with white tail and blue stripes. Her Lekku still exists in her cat form as well as her facial markings(the Lekku are used to communicate with other cats or Jedi, and also play an important part in balancing their bodies while they leap agily or pelt across obstacles at high speed).

Toruguti cats have very short, smooth fur on their bodies(the pelts are mostly an orangish hue, with blue stripes appearing on the back of their flanks as they get older), but their tails are often white, bushy and flecked with blue stripes.

She's one of the 501'th's favorites because she often hangs out with Rex and the clones(sharing stories, playing games... etc)(the clones especially love placing random things on her head until she moves). As her species are carnivores, she has an instinct for hunting small animals(sometimes leaving her half-dead prey on Anakin's desk like the cheeky adorable prankster she is).

I might upload some headcanons and designs btw

Have a nice day ^^

😭 NOT OBI CUB LOOKIN LIKE A LIL LIPN CUB PLZZZZZZ😭

Lil baby man who looks like an infant permanently no wonder he wants a beard so bad in human form.

Soka’s Lekku is so cute and I love how pissy Ani is. They’re all precious to me. Swamp kitty Yoda is so perfect.

#Jedi are cats #star wars

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tenderjock · 5 days

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in the middle before I knew that I had begun; [not a happy codywan ficlet]

In the Jedi teaching, attachment is forbidden. Love is – a separate issue, obviously, as love can take many forms. When Cody and I were – what I mean is, I was –

You realized that you were in love with him and panicked.

: :

Obi-Wan is finishing the dregs of his second Daruvvian champagne cocktail when Breha inhales, sharp.

“Hmm?” he turns to her. His head is pleasantly fuzzy, but he’s far from nonfunctional. “My dear, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she’s quick to reassure him. There’s something strained around her eyes. He turns to see what she had been looking at, and she puts an insistent hand on his arm. “No, Obi-Wan –”

He doesn’t immediately see whatever caused Breha such stress; instead, Obi-Wan’s eyes go to Cody, sharply dressed in his greys across the ballroom. He’s talking to the Ghayyn’i ambassador, a handsome man with wide green eyes. The ambassador is tall enough that Cody has to look up to meet his gaze. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to comment, rather snarkily, on that fact, when the ambassador brushes gentle, sensual fingers across Cody’s chest.

Obi-Wan waits for Cody to move away. He doesn’t. Instead, he smiles, a little knowing quirk of the lips.

“Oh,” he says, feeling rather as though the wind has been knocked out of him. “Oh.” He quickly looks away. Cody is a very private person, and it feels wrong to have seen something so clearly intimate.

“Obi-Wan,” Breha says, and her face is sad. Obi-Wan doesn’t know why it’s sad. Nothing bad has happened. He clears his throat, thinking one of the sweet-pickle cherries in his drink must have caught there. Unbidden, his gaze is drawn back to Cody and the – the ambassador, who is now laughing at something Cody said.

It’s fine. It’s beyond fine – it’s wonderful, that people recognize Cody for the brilliant man that he is, Obi-Wan explains, three cocktails later, eyes closed with his head in Bail’s lap. Bail makes a noncommittal noise.

“People other than his command,” he clarifies. “And his fellow commanders. And, ah. Me.” His voice is very rough on the last word. These sugary drinks are really hell on the throat, he thinks.

“Of course, love,” Breha says soothingly. Her hand cards through his hair. It feels pleasant. Cody does the same, when they’re lying in Obi-Wan’s bunk together after a long day.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, letting them stare unfocused somewhere near the floor. Breha is really wearing the most ridiculous shoes, and he’s thinking he should tell her that when a pair of GAR-issued boots come to a crisp halt just in his line of sight.

“General,” Cody says. Obi-Wan nearly falls out of Bail’s lap in his effort to sit up quickly.

“Commander!” he says, helpless to how warm he sounds. Cody had looked good when they left the ship, all buttoned up in his uniform, but he looks better now. He’s holding his cap in his hand, letting Obi-Wan see his short curls, and the top clasp of his jacket is undone.

Obi-Wan squints. Is that a lovebite on his neck?

Before he can dwell on that, Cody says, “We should get you back to the Temple, sir.”

Obi-Wan considers that. He’s fine where he is, except that when he attempts to lay back down in Bail’s lap, both Bail and Breha push him back up.

“That’s a good idea,” Bail says, firm but kind. How he adores the man. “I can arrange for an air taxi – Commander, are you alright to see him back?” There’s something uncertain in Bail’s voice. Obi-Wan doesn’t know why; it’s Cody. Of course they’ll see each other back.

Cody just looks at him. In this light, his eyes are dark honey.

“I’ll get you home, boss,” he says after a beat. Obi-Wan blinks at him, lips parted. He suddenly feels the alcohol very much, everything loose and golden and a little bit sweaty. Cody’s lips twitch. “C’mon, then.”

Cody manhandles Obi-Wan to his feet. Obi-Wan tucks his face into Cody’s shoulder as best he can while also moving his limbs in the direction of the taxi Bail is calling them. Cody, wonderful steady dependable Cody, keeps him going, a hand at his waist and another under his armpit.

“The ambassador,” Obi-Wan manages after a few steps. Cody hums.

“He had to leave,” Cody says. “There was an afterparty. He asked –” he cuts himself off, then continues: “I’d rather stay here, honestly.”

Obi-Wan nuzzles the starched fabric of his shirt. Wonderful man, he thinks.

The taxi ride lurches unpleasantly. Obi-Wan is distracted by the task of not spewing the contents of his stomach all over his commander. They get to the Temple without incident, and make it to Obi-Wan’s rooms with no one other than Yoda – who cackles – seeing them.

Cody puts Obi-Wan down in his bed. Obi-Wan tugs him in after.

He catches himself above Obi-Wan, arms bracketing Obi-Wan’s head. Cody huffs a bit of laughter and dips down to brush a kiss over his forehead. Obi-Wan cranes up, chasing his lips.

“Not now, sir,” Cody says, chiding. He kneels at the side of the bed to take off Obi-Wan’s boots. When he’s done, he leans back up, brushing the hair out of Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan beams at him, feeling unbearably fond. His Cody. His darling. Always looking after him.

Cody’s face is very still, just a few inches above his. Obi-Wan reaches out, touches his scar.

“What are you thinking?” he wonders. Cody shakes his head.

“It’s nothing.” He kisses Obi-Wan’s forehead again. “Get some rest, General.”

Obi-Wan exhales, eyes fluttering closed. He tracks Cody’s movement, straightening his jacket, turning the lights off, slipping out the door. His familiar Force presence is warm sunlight and hot caf, thrilling and comfortable in equal measure.

As the door clicks closed, Obi-Wan murmurs sleepily to himself, “Love you, my darling.”

: :

When he wakes up, head pounding and mouth dry, Obi-Wan remembers what he said. He’s the only one that heard it; it would have been easier to forget.

This complicates things.

Somehow, they go a fortnight, ending their leave and starting a mission, without Obi-Wan saying anything. He’s just – waiting for the right moment, a moment when they aren’t dogged by war and flimsiwork, when he can talk to Cody calmly and reasonably.

Or does he even need to talk to Cody? He was drunk. Everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk. Teenage drunken Anakin once told Obi-Wan he wished he had been born a jellysquash, as they have no feelings and don’t know enough to care.

Cody is leading a squad on Im-Onh-Augulu’s surface when comms cut out. It’s a tense three-quarter hour before they reestablish communications.

“Arrow squad to Vigilance,” Corporal Hart is saying. “Vigilance, do you copy?”

“Copy,” Gregor says, shooting Obi-Wan a look. Cody should be the one contacting them and they both very well know it. “Arrow, sitrep, over.”

“Is General Kenobi there, Captain?” the corporal says. “Over.”

Obi-Wan’s heart is in his throat. “I’m listening, Hart, over,” he says. Under the sleeves of his robes, he’s clenching his wrists hard enough to bruise.

“They captured the commander, sir,” Hart says, desperately blunt. “When they recognized him, they took him and left the rest of us. Said they’re going to use him for negotiations. Over.”

Gregor looks at him. Appalment-sympathy-secondhand-embarrassment-stress is radiating off not just him, but also every clone trooper and officer on the bridge.

Use him for negotiations. Because Cody was a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. Because he was Obi-Wan’s right hand man. Because Obi-Wan loved him, dearly, and would do near about anything to get him back, a fact which was apparently obvious to everyone except for him.

“Understood,” Obi-Wan says, feeling like his mouth is very far away from his body. “Regroup at the drop point; we’ll be sending a secondary team to that location for extraction.” He’s quiet for a second, nails biting into skin. “May the Force be with you. Over.”

: :

Obi-Wan is the one leading the extraction team, and Obi-Wan is the one to find Cody. He’s in bad shape.

“Didn’t –” Cody slurs out. His eyes can’t seem to focus. “Didn’t tell – ah – them kriff, sir.”

Obi-Wan stares at him, heart pounding in his chest. At his commander – at Cody, telling him that he didn’t fucking talk, when he was being fucking tortured because of Obi-Wan –

“I know,” he says, finally, blinking. He touches the pads of his fingers to Cody’s left eye. “I know you didn’t.” Obi-Wan leaves off the my dear at the end of that sentence, because it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like he deserves it. He slings an arm around Cody and hauls him to his feet, instead. “Right this way, Commander.”

Not just his commander. The man he loves.

That thought beats around Obi-Wan’s head for almost a day before he can reconcile it with the heavy feeling in his gut. The man he loves. And he doesn’t – he can’t – it doesn’t mean –

His chest hurts.

Cody doesn’t –

It can’t be so kriffing serious that he can’t think the words. It’s not. It’s not –

Cody doesn’t love him. How could he? How could his beautiful, brave, resilient, kind Commander Cody, who isn’t really his at all – how could he love Obi-Wan? And if he did – if he had some incredible lapse in judgement that allowed him to – to – Cody would have said something, his brutally levelheaded Cody who wasn’t afraid of anything, let alone Obi-Wan and his feelings –

So, no. Cody didn’t love him. That shouldn’t make Obi-Wan feel like his ribcage was being split in two.

And if Cody doesn’t love him, then that means it isn’t wrong for Obi-Wan to – kiss him, soft and warm, and press his cold nose to the back of Cody’s neck, and hold him, and –

It can’t be wrong, can it? It can’t be wrong. It hurts no one. He knows possession is against the Jedi code, but this isn’t possession, because Cody isn’t his, and Cody doesn’t love him, and –

Obi-Wan feels ill.

Cody remains in bacta for three days. Obi-Wan finishes his flimsiwork, then finishes Cody’s flimsiwork, then works on some of Gregor’s flimsiwork. He arranges the battle plans for their next two attacks. He oversees the writing of some new training protocols, something about not letting shinies have access to oxygen tanks. He scrubs his quarters, stem to stern, twice.

Eventually, Cody wakes up. And like a flutterbug drawn to flame, Obi-Wan goes to him.

: :

“We need to stop,” Obi-Wan says. He’s not looking at Cody. It’s the day after the commander’s been released by the medics, and he came to Obi-Wan’s quarters to get the datapads Obi-Wan had borrowed when he was doing all the flimsiwork he could get his hands on.

“… Stop?” Cody asks. His brow is furrowed. Obi-Wan aches to smooth it out.

“This,” Obi-Wan starts, and stumbles. “Our – us. What we have. We need to stop.”

He expects Cody to argue. He expects Cody to demand an explanation. He doesn’t expect Cody to take a slow, deep breath and say, “Of course, sir. If you think it’s best.”

Obi-Wan feels like his chest has caved in. He can’t speak.

“Anything else, sir?” Cody asks. Obi-Wan shakes his head, blinking hard.

Cody stands there at parade rest for a long moment before Obi-Wan realizes he’s waiting for a dismissal. He clears his throat. “Ah, no, Commander. That’s all.”

Cody salutes crisply – salutes – and about-faces to the door. When it clicks shut behind him, Obi-Wan lets out a single hideous, strangled sob. He buries his face in his hands.

Well. At least it looks like they won’t have to dance around each other awkwardly for much longer, he thinks to himself. The war looks to be over soon. Obi-Wan sniffs, straightens himself up, and pulls up the plans for the invasion of Utapau.

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #the clone wars #this is technically kind of canon compliant! its also my personal headcanon for their relationship plotline #Friends With Benefits only theyre actually in love and one half realizes several years before the other.#and this story is told from the perspective of the half that didnt realize it until it was too late and then he panicked.#the working title for this was ''certified dumbass obi-wan'' but it could have just as easily have been ''useless bisexual obi-wan''#may the force be with you #myfic #also because obi-wan lowkey thinks he's the center of the galaxy he's gonna think that part of the fallout of o66 #was due to the fact that he broke up with his steady lay-slash-love of his life

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reconstructionlegacy · 1 year

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Jedi robe significations

[NB: all of this is headcanon, derived from what clothing items are named in-game, what various Jedi NPCs wear, and also things I just made up because I like them.]

White robes indicates a consular whose work is primarily in diplomatic or other physically “safe” arenas, as white is a hard colour to keep pristine in rough environments and in combat.

Likewise, particularly trailing sleeves indicate the same.

One or two pieces of light leather armor (e.g. shoulder-pads and vambraces) indicate a Jedi regards putting themselves in physical danger in warzones and other combat to be part of their personal duties.

Heavier armour indicates that a Jedi is primarily involved - as in, their current mission is - in war. This is often a way to spot a Jedi who is more willing to fight than many of their peers are.

The Ansata are a sub-group of Jedi that believe they follow the Force’s will specifically by gathering and protecting knowledge. Ansata patterns and hair/head jewelry, such as those worn by Jocasta Nu and Atris, indicate a Jedi belongs to the Ansata group.

It’s rare to see a Kyber Jedi away from Ilum, but if you do, they can be distinguished by their kyber crystal being not carried as part of a lightsaber but carried in a clear case or on its own as jewelry. Their robes are embroidered or cut into fractal patterns, and often have transparent, glowing, or shimmering elements. Cold-weather gear is commonly worn by Kyber Jedi even in warm environments, and many will never appear publicly unhooded.

Dark grey robes indicate either work with the criminal underworld or status as a Shadow.

Jedi in green robes are, of course, usually Corellian Green Jedi.

While brown robes are extremely commonly worn by Jedi - indeed, a plain brown robe over cream or brown tunics is known galaxy-wide as what a Jedi is “supposed” to wear - and golden elements aren’t overly uncommon, wearing red robes is taboo, due to association with the Sith. For this reason, dark orange is also best avoided.

Visibly repaired (patched, ragged, re-stitched, etc) robes, when not worn out of necessity, indicate a Jedi who is primarily devoted to alleviating social inequality.

Jedi who wear animal fur, pelts or skins, and are not from a species or heritage that values the use of animal products (e.g., Togruta or Trandoshan Jedi), are animal specialists, training, befriending, and working alongside any animal from acklays to gundarks to zeldrake.

Many Jedi healers wear the medical emblem in an easy-to-see location on their upper sleeves.

Jedi stationed on Coruscant or Tython often incorporate gold-coloured elements into their robes.

“Mismatched” robes, with each clothing element being of a different material, in a different style, and with different motifs, indicates a Jedi whose focus is communication between differing cultures, whether as a diplomat, a translator, or simply someone whose circle of contacts is extremely diverse.

Want to know if a Jedi has just thrown on their current robes to fit what they’re doing today? Look at the boots. If the boots don’t match, they’ve either just switched assignments or this isn’t their usual work. Similarly, a Jedi’s robes should in some way match the style of their lightsaber(s), and if they don’t, they’re not in robes they wear often.

If a Jedi’s robes and lightsaber are black and spiky, that’s probably not a Jedi. Move along, now.

#swtor #jedi #worldbuilding #on the jedi #*#star wars #r

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rooksunday · 10 hours

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verse where alphas and nulls are like, comically hench. eight feet tall and three feet wide and have voices that make your bones shake. but they need way too many calories so the CCs are a mere seven feet tall. but, heck, kamino is running out of grey nutrient mush. fine. fine! so the CTs are positively dainty at six and a half feet of rugby player kind of shape.

(yes, trainers are all human standard, but the clones grow up in a system of abuse and have you ever seen a big dog cringe?)

(please imagine the bliss when fordo has a come-to-manda moment and simply crumples trainers like tin cans)

anyway. now obi-wan has met seventeen and gotten neck ache but has been reassured that seventeen’s teeny tiny baby commander will be more the general’s speed. they’re practically the same size. way more suited to those little jedi ships.

and then cody.

(somewhere palpafriend is finally looking at the specs for the army like. what the kark are these armour measurements? is this a misprint? get my spectacles!)

#i just like it when the insular community has sinply no concept of relative size #relative to anyone but then and the three people they know #clones clones clones #star wars #the clone wars

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kenjus-benjus-jedi-wayseeker · 1 year

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So like everybody else, I’m obsessed with the Jedi Survivor trailer, and there’s a lot to be dissected and analyzed, but the one thing that stands out most to me is:

Cere Junda.

While Cal mostly just looks like Cal but older, Cere’s manner of dress has completely changed. She shaved her head, she’s wearing these intricate grey robes, and she has body paint or tattoos that are totally new to her. But their styling is familiar.

Now this is a big leap for a Jedi character to be looking into Dathomiri magick, but we have to remember that Cere hasn’t been a Jedi for a LONG time. Though she reconnects with the force and uses a lightsaber when she infiltrates Fortress Inquisitorius, she’s still struggling with the dark side, and she’s fighting with bleeding crystals.

She even KNIGHTS CAL with a red lightsaber - an act that would mean literally nothing out of the ordinary in Legends, where the red color is simply the Sith’s preferred Aesthetic, but with current Kyber lore, a “Jedi” being able to effectively fight with a red blade is indicative of them not only feeling the Dark Side, but actively using it.

We’ve seen plenty of other characters step away from the Jedi Code for a number of reasons. Some became Sith, some follow the Force in their own way, and some cut themselves off from the Force. But we saw one character choose a very distinct path:

Taron Malicos embraced the Dark Side, but not through Sith teachings or simple dark side practice. He chose Magick and stole the knowledge of the Nightsisters as his own. I think, maybe fear, that Cere has chosen a similar path. Obviously she’s not appropriating the culture like Taron did - she’s most likely come to Merrin and asked to be taught in her peoples ways. I think Cere has given up fighting the Dark Side, and has chosen Magick as a means of trying to control it without letting it corrupt her as it would the Sith, and as it did her apprentice. Will this work? Probably not. I think this path will wedge a wall between her and Cal and lead to a lot of family drama. I have no idea how this will play out, but if this is the direction they’re taking the character, I’m extremely excited to see where it leads.

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literallyjustanerd · 5 months

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Snippet Sunday! (Codywan fluff)

Here's a flashback scene from Chapter 5 of Dear Fellow Traveler, a post-Order 66 Codywan fic I wrote because I refuse to let this man's story end off-screen. It also works as a short one-shot on its own, and I am extremely impatient, so you get to read it before the rest of the chapter is done!

The moment the last trooper files out of the war room, Cody makes his move. In three short strides he bridges the distance between them, impatience turning his steps sharp, echoing off the durasteel walls. They had agreed before the briefing to stand back, to let Commander Tano take charge. That alone would have prolonged the affair, but, as usual, General Skywalker was less willing to restrain himself. Shocking. Their bickering had dragged them ten miserable minutes overtime, and eaten into the already minuscule gap they have between meetings. Still, the noise Obi-Wan makes when Cody presses him against the console makes all the waiting worth it. Obi-Wan turns within the cage of Cody’s arms, his hands falling easily into their usual places; one on Cody’s shoulder, the other cupping his cheek.

“Do you pretend to be surprised, just to humour me?” Cody asks, a smirk tugging his brow high. “I thought nothing could get past a Jedi’s intuition.” Obi-Wan laughs, a soft little hum like bees among spring blossoms. Cody wants to kiss him then and there, wants to swallow that perfect sound, but Obi-Wan speaks before he can move.

“I’m afraid this Jedi is suffering the effects of too little sleep and too much…” He trails off, nose crinkling as he looks for a fitting end to the sentence. Even exhausted, even alone with Cody, still determined to maintain his eloquence. Cody can’t help his grin.

“Too much General Skywalker?” he offers. Obi-Wan gives him a shrug and a resigned smile.

“I found another one this morning,” he says, like a petulant child, and it takes Cody a moment to realise what they’re talking about. Once he does, he feels a laugh bubble up from deep in his chest. Again, he leans in, but Obi-Wan swats playfully at his chest before their lips meet.

“It isn’t funny!” he protests. “There’s more of them by the day.”

Cody rather reluctantly lifts one hand from Obi-Wan’s hip to comb through his hair. Sure enough, he finds a few more strands of silver among the auburn. Up this close, Cody can follow the lines worn in Obi-Wan’s brow and around his eye, deeper with his frown. He’s let his beard grow out longer than it used to be. Not that anyone aside from Cody has noticed. It, too, now has one or two greys peppered through it.

“Old man,” he teases, just for the scandalised reaction it gets from his general.

He’s never been able to understand Obi-Wan’s aversion to his own ageing. As far as the clones were concerned, it was a point of pride and a privilege to live long enough to notice signs of age. Besides, as far as Cody is concerned, Obi-Wan only looks better like this. More experienced, more refined. The lines on his face are a tapestry, a testament to years of battle, years of life. He wants to tell Obi-Wan that. To let him know that each grey hair he finds is just proof of another day that Cody falls more in love with him, that every time he smiles all Cody can think about is kissing the creases that grow at the corners of his eyes. But he’s never been as eloquent as his general. And in the moment he hesitates to look for the right words, the chance is stolen from him by the chirp of his commlink.

“Sorry,” he says instead, letting go of the air he had wanted to use to sing Obi-Wan’s praises. His head falls forward, their foreheads pressed together. “Rex is expecting me. New batch of shinies need orientation, and–”

“I understand, my love. It’s alright. I really ought to be going, too. I’m already late for a council meeting.”

Silence falls. Reality is an ambush predator, jumping at its chance, stealing the room. Cody feels its claws sharp in his sides. Heavily, he lifts himself away from the console, forcing his posture straight as Obi-Wan adjusts his robes. They are not unused to this routine of stolen seconds and unfinished conversations, always cut short by their duties. It’s unavoidable, unchangeable, as rigid and unyielding as the armour on Cody’s chest. It’s how things are. It’s how they have to be. Cody can't expect Obi-Wan to shirk his duty to the Jedi, just as Obi-Wan would never dream of keeping Cody from his men. Their love can exist only in whatever gaps the war cares to leave them. A flower growing between jagged rock faces, sparse but stubborn, stealing the raindrops that slip between the cracks and straining to snatch glimpses of sun.

Silently they walk to the door. For a moment, both pause, unwilling to be the one to break the seal and invite the world back in. Obi-Wan finally moves, reaching for the control panel, but Cody grabs his hand instead, making the decision in a split second. He pulls Obi-Wan in by his waist, gripping tight the thin fabric of his tunic. Whatever question was poised to spill from Obi-Wan’s parted lips is stolen when Cody kisses him, deep and driven and sure. Determined that Obi-Wan should feel him there for the rest of the day. His general softens within his arms, melting into the embrace, though his grip on Cody’s forearm is vice-like. They're both breathless when Cody finally decides his job is done. Before he pulls away, though, he chances one final kiss, quick and fleeting, to the crow’s feet at Obi-Wan’s eye.

“You're gorgeous like this,” he says, lips ghosting across skin. “I love you like this.”

Up this close, he can feel the sharp, trembling breath Obi-Wan lets out, hot against his neck. Speechless at last. Cody grins, gives himself the indulgence of a few more seconds to bask in the sun. Then, he moves. Lifts his hand from Obi-Wan's waist. He puts a strategic foot of distance between himself and his general, clears his throat, rolls his shoulders, and opens the door to let the world pull them apart once more.

#codywan #codywan fic #codywan fanfic #codywan fluff #sw tcw #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #drabble #sw tcw fanfic

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 7 - Light Displays with Niner

Summary: You and Niner go to a Life Day light display where he surprises you.

A/N: I just have a lot of feelings about Niner, it's not even funny. (Unfortunately, there's like zero pictures of him since he's in the Rep Comm books lol) Still love him though. ANYWAY, sorry this is so fucking late. I'm so irritated with myself for getting so behind. But I am DETERMINED to get caught up.

Niner had comm’d you early in the day to ask you to meet him at Laseema’s later. He hadn’t said much, just that he had something planned for tonight. Which is new because Niner wasn’t much of a planner. He’s just always so tired, he usually lets you take the reins on planning stuff. Not that you get a lot of time to do stuff. But you’re excited.

When you arrive at Laseema’s, Niner is nowhere in sight nor do you sense him. But Laseema answers the door, excited nonetheless.

“Hi, Seema.” You greet her, breathless when she practically yanks you into the apartment that Kal Skirata had given her in return for her help from time to time.

And by fate, she and Atin met and fell in love. They’re supposed to get married after the war, and you couldn’t be more happy for the pair.

“I have a surprise for you. And you can’t say no.” She points at you. “Okay?”

“O…kay?” You reply, suspiciously.

The sweet blue Twi’lek lets out an excited squeal and disappears to her bedroom, returning a moment later holding a grey garment bag, hanging it on the.

“What’s this?” You ask her, a warm smile on your face as you start to pull the zip down.

“A gift for Life Day and also something for you to wear tonight because no offense, you can’t wear your Jedi robes. You’ll stick out too much.” She tells you, honestly.

You nod in agreement. “You have a point. What’s Niner wearing?”

“Not his commando armor. That’s for sure.” She laughs.

You chuckle with her and then pull open the garment bag, a small sharp gasp coming from your lips when you’re met with a gorgeous silky green long sleeved dress. Looking up at Laseema with stars in your eyes, you find yourself choked up.

“Go. Put it on.” Laseema ushers you to the bathroom.

She stands in the doorway talking to you about something that Atin did for her for Life Day but once you put the dress on, she stops talking.

“You look radiant in green.” She hugs you, unable to help herself.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Niner’s voice is behind her in the living room and she moves out of the way so you can see each other better.

He’s wearing really nice slacks and a green collared shirt.

“Are we matching on purpose?” You ask, playfully suspicious.

He grins. “Maybe.”

“Hold on.” Laseema puts up a hand and then grabs her makeup kit so she can put a little bit of shadow on your eyelids, then some sort of eyelash enhancer, and then lastly puts a little bit of color on your lips.

You look in the mirror and you can’t help but smile softly. You feel pretty. As a Jedi, you’re taught to not give into such shallow thoughts or to care about appearances. But you can’t help it. You feel pretty.

“Look at you, cyar’ika.” Niner whistles.

You go warm in the face and grin at him as you walk to him, kissing him. He feels the green silk under his fingers and looks you up and down again.

“Wow.” He shakes his head, unable to believe that you’re all his.

“Stop.” You laugh. “Are you ready? Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” He offers his arm and you take it. “Thank you, Laseema.”

Laseema throws you a wink and you wave as you head back out the door and down to a speeder cab waiting for the two of you.

“No hints or anything, huh?” You tease. “Nope.” His large hand settles on your thigh, pushing the edge of your dress up a little bit, setting your skin on fire.

The whole ride, you seemingly can’t take your eyes off of his hand as he lightly massages your thigh. When the speeder comes to a stop, you’re broken out of a trance when Niner tells you that you’ve arrived at your destination. When you get out, you see that you’re at the entrance of some sort of Light Display in the park. You didn’t know this was here on Coruscant… It’s so beautiful…

“Wow…” You whisper as Niner takes your hand and starts leading you down the pathway.

“I know.” Niner grins.

The lights twinkle and flash as you start walking through the pathway. When you look to your left, you see lots of light displays in the shapes of cityscapes, which you assume is to show that it’s Coruscant. It’s perhaps even lovelier than the sight of Galactic City itself.

“Do you know what I thought of you the moment I met you?” Niner asks you, randomly.

“That I was annoying and you couldn’t wait to never see me again?” You grin.

You sense nervousness within him. It’s not a feeling you sense in him often. He’s usually very sure of his actions and decisions. So this… worries you only slightly.

He chuckles and teases back. “That’s one way of putting it.”

You laugh and lean against him even more. “What did you think of me, my love?”

“I thought, and still do of course, that you were the most beautiful, kind hearted person I’d ever met. It scared me, you know… How quick and hard I fell for you.” He admits. “The moment we left you, I wanted so badly to turn back around and go back for you… to ask you to join our squad permanently… or be with us more often. I think the boys knew that. They’d bring you up a lot so that I’d have a reason to talk about you.”

You smile to yourself as you look at the lights while walking, letting Niner tell you things he’s never really told you before.

“We were on some Maker-forsaken backwater planet and it genuinely randomly dawned on me that I was in love with you. I said it out loud and the guys all said something to the extent of ‘No osik’ or ‘Obviously’.” He chuckles.

You know it was Fi that probably said “No osik” and Darman who said “Obviously”.

“I love you, cyar’ika.” He stops you when you come to a fork in the path, both ways leading to extravagant and bright light displays so you feel like you’re glowing underneath all of these lights.

You look up into Niner’s warm brown eyes and see the sparkles of lights dancing in his eyes. “I love you too.”

“No… I…” He glances around before getting down on one knee, pulling a small black box out from his back pocket and opening it, revealing a small intricate green stone on a band. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of what short life I have, with you. I know it’s probably impossible with you and the Order… but I-”

“Yes.” You grin, cutting him off.

“Y-yes?” He looks up at you with wide, childlike wonder.

“Yes.” You nod, kneeling down to throw your arms around him and kiss him. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He kisses you back passionately, hungrily, like he couldn’t possibly get enough of you. You suppose he can’t, if he’s asking you to marry him. To spend the rest of his life with him.

Niner slips the ring on your finger and you both stand up, embracing for what seems like an hour. You can’t stop looking at the ring. It’s beyond beautiful. How he came by this, you’re not sure because clones don’t get paid…

As if he can read your mind, he speaks up. “It was a… gift… from Sergeant Vau… something about how it used to belong to his mother. He gave it to me to give to you.”

“It’s lovely.” You kiss him again. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for saying yes.” He grins.

There’s still a lot of kinks to work out in this marital plan, but you know that you and Niner can overcome anything. Plus, who knew he was such a romantic?

“Did she say yes?!” You hear a distant shout and look up to see the rest of Omega squad standing at the end of the pathway.

“She did!” Niner calls back, exasperated but proud. Fi, Darman, Etain, Atin, and Laseema cheer for the two of you. Of course they’d be here in support of their vod. You’d expect nothing less from this family. You’re just grateful to be a part of it.

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#25 Days of Life Day #25 Days of Life Day 2023 #Rep Comm #Republic Commandos #Niner Skirata #Niner Skirata x Reader #x Reader

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