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Perpetually Confused

[combatbootsanddreams]

Boot's 1st rec list

That post about the way to combat AI & commercialization/community death in fandom being rec lists has been going around and I though 'what a nice idea someone should do that' before realizing that by not doing it I am part of the problem & that I don't have to wait for other rec lists to reblog, I have pretty good taste on my own! Plus the 2 times I've been recc'd it makes my whole ass week & if I can give that feeling to other writers for their badass fics I want to do that! So without further ado, my 1st rec list. + i tried to pick fics that I don't always see on these lists despite being fantastic

Their Promises They'd Kept by The_Peridot_Shade

Obi-Wan's never felt human, not really. When all of time and space is at your fingertips, when there are rules you must obey absolutely and others you can break as easily as breathing—well, it's no surprise to discover that you aren't what you thought you were. Or, Obi-Wan is a changeling and this changes everything. (The long-awaited Sidhe!Obi-Wan fic. Based on @lurkingcrow's post on tumblr, with permission)

Obi-Wan is the child of a fae queen au. It's a fix-it fic and the writing style is really fun. What does it mean to be the Negotiator when you can't lie?

truth inhale, tooth and nail by afearsomecritter (jsaer) @eldritchjackalope

In which Obi-Wan Kenobi is a sithspawn. Not that he knew that. One day, Obi-Wan thinks as pain slams across his back as he hits a wall, the Council is going to send someone else to investigate Sith Temples.

Look I adore sithspawn Obi-Wan and this one is beautiful. The lore is fascinating & the characterization is excellent.

poisoned chalice by qigiined @deniigi

“Hello, padawan Kenobi,” Master Dooku says, kneeling down and offering Obi-Wan a hand to shake. Obi-Wan’s eyes follow him. He says nothing even as he lowers his head and takes Master Dooku’s hand. Master doesn’t let on, but Qui feels a little blip of intrigue at Obi-Wan’s size, or rather, his lack thereof. “My name is Yan Dooku,” Master explains, “I am the master of your master. I sent your master an invitation for you and him to join the rest of our lineage for a meal. How does that sound to you?” “No,” Obi-Wan says. (Dooku organizes a dinner party for his lineage. Qui-Gon struggles with the the fallout of putting his youngest apprentice's welfare before his master's demands.)

This is I shook Yoda's lineage and generational trauma fell out the fic. It's so good. Qigiined writes one of my favorite Obi-Wan's ever: traumatized, terrorized, and a terror.

Waltzing by decaying_orbit

Obi-Wan Kenobi has spent most of his life being what other people need him to be. Doing things the way other people need him to do them. It's rare he has a chance to just be himself. Though it makes sense he would find that moment here, on the battlefield. Or; Obi-Wan Kenobi was trained to be like his Master, passed to Anakin what had been given to him, to be rooted in The Living Force. Sometimes he has the chance to remember that he is of the Unifying Force and how deeply it loves him.

The writing is so poetic and gorgeous. Badass Obi-Wan, weird force stuff, whats not to like?

Liminal Beings by ChubbstheFish @chubbs-the-fish

Liminal (adj): Occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold. Cody Fett lived in the lighthouse at the edge of the sea by the beachside town of Kamino, and no matter what his brothers said he was fine with his life and routine. He didn't intend to get wrapped up with one of the town's newest residents, one Obi-Wan Kenobi, but the more he fell for the man the more he wanted to know about him and his strange family

Urban fantasy codywan fic. Great mystery and misunderstandings abound.

starting from zero, got nothing to lose by greatunironic @greatunironic

In which Mace Windu owns an autobody + café, Anakin Skywalker is an illegal street racer, + Obi-Wan Kenobi may or may not have once been part of a teenage fight club. Or: the Fast + Furious au no one asked for

Chaotic bodyshop and car racing au. Anakin makes bad life decisions. Obi-Wan was maybe in a teenage fight club? Lots of fun.

Interstitial by galateaGalvanized @galateagalvanized

“Alright, how do we fight it?” Cody asks, squaring his shoulders and adding steel to his spine. “You know as well as I do that the Vigilance’s armory is unmatched by any modern warship. If there’s anything that can carve through this, then we’ve probably got two.” In the scattered light reflecting off a thousand broken hulls, Obi-Wan’s eyes are as clear and inscrutable as well water. “Cody,” he says, “this isn’t something you try to fight. This is something you try to survive.

Deeply frightening. Cody and Obi-Wan face down The Horrors with an admirable competence. Space eldritch terror abound.

Field Work by thosenearandfarwars @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

Cody Fett is a Ph.D. student studying climate change, indigenous fire management, and grasslands habitat. Obi-Wan Kenobi is a large animal veterinarian. The annual buffalo roundup brings them together. A meet-weird meet-cute Western AU fill for Order 63, a wlw-Codywan celebration

My lesbian ass could read this a million times. Rule 63 Codywan! I love that it was just normal(ish) lesbians doing normal stuff, but it still felt like codywan, and it was so well researched. Please read this fic!

Emsleyan Mimicry by calboniferous

Paging Gen. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the 212th Attack Battalion will be reinforced by the 337th Battalion. ETA eight standard weeks Coruscant time. A death sentence and benediction both—folded, creased and sealed with good republic coding. They were heard. They were condemned. Or: The 212th are stranded, pushed to their limits and exhaustion can cause even the best of men to make mistakes

This story is so interesting and fun. The lore is so crunchy and mysterious. The vibes and descriptions are excellent.

As the Rising Dawn by kj_feybarn

Obi-Wan has forgotten what it means to be safe—his whole world as dark and as cold as night. But as night turns to dawn, so does Obi-Wan's world. There is nothing so broken that it can't heal

A post-melida-daan hurt/comfort fic. Lots of Quinlan-Obi-Wan friendship. You just want to wrap Obi-Wan in a big hug.

Keep the Lanterns Burning Bright by jynx @bluemaskedkarma

Samhain is coming up and Obi-Wan breaks clan secrecy to tell Cody about the fete of the dead

Obi-Wan was born into a witchy-force culture before being picked up the Jedi and still participates in some of their traditions. Codywan! This fic actually gave me the push to get into tarot cards. It's really fun.

I encourage people who don't make rec lists to just try it. Make a small one even if your unsure. Take some time to go through your bookmarks and see what's there. Also if I missed any tumblr accounts feel free to tag them.

[coco2224]

the quality got a little messed up, sorry about that

[coco2224]

i meant to put these under the line but forgot about it and only remembered now

[frostbitebakery]

all my life

all my days

always

[shukruut]

park ranger obi wan

wildlife photographer cody

[boybandjediorder]

y'know, as much as I love competent commander cody, i think that he should be allowed to be a little stupid sometimes. those times include his scheduled 3am wine and bathrobe time when he thought that he might give baking a chance.

long story short, cody is no longer allowed to bake and obi-wan does not like being woken up at three in the morning to come rushing to cody's aid with a fire extinguisher

[chiliger]

Oh my god, it’s Cody with a chair!

Woo! Fan comic of @frostbitebakery ‘s Zombi-Wan fanfic: “Who Ordered the Resurrection Special” 💫💫💫 It’s a fun read, highly recommend.

[frostbitebakery]

Anything from Who Ordered The Resurrection Special please?

DO I! :D

“The war is over. What now?”

Ryloth’s mountains rise on the horizon with the setting sun.

Obi-Wan rubs at the corner of his eye, leans back on his other hand. The grass is tickling against his skin. Kashyyk’s vegetation has always been so soft and lush; it’s a balm that almost, almost makes him smile. “I’m afraid we’re not out of tasks to do yet, my friend.” Perhaps his tone is too sarcastic, too downtrodden. But the exhaustion is clamoring up his every nerve and muscle and strand of thought.

“You’re right,” his Commander agrees softly, small chuckle rounding the vowels, echoes of it flowing back from the cliffs. Geonosis is not a good resting place. “Even death can’t keep you away from work.”

It sounds too serious for a joke. “What do you mean?” he asks and turns his head towards—

Goda shakes him by the singed shawl, breath burning and fire. “The one who should have been didn’t care and now everyone is paying the price.” The hole in his gut sizzles, melts, and Obi-Wan frantically pulls at the bandages. “Stop them before—“

“Goda, please, hold on, yes?” They’re alone but they shouldn’t be. It had been carnage the last time. Goda pushing Obi-Wan into a fighter with his last breath, voice cold and droid-like when it wasn’t drenched in despair.

Goda’s glove smells like death as it brushes against Obi-Wan’s cheek. “We weren’t ever meant to be, were we?”

“Who—? Commander—“

“Your men.”

Obi-Wan wakes up.

Day 2

Wolffe hauls the backpack higher up on his shoulder, pulls the cap deeper into his face. “Sinker owes me. I’ll rig up the IV once I’m back.”

“I’m sure Nurse Rosa appreciates the nickname.”

Wolffe holds up his hands. “She’s the one who came up with it.” He slaps Cody’s shoulder before turning to the front door. “I’ll get something to eat, too,” he says, stepping through the door and into the faint morning light.

Cody leans against the door, closing it with his weight, and lets himself sigh deep and even.

Their plan is to put an IV into the zombie for electrolytes until his organs can handle digestion. Wolffe gets some supplies from the hospital since going there is still out of the question even though the zombie has drastically healed since the first moment he appeared. It’s not leathery skin stretched over bones and gnarled limbs anymore. He had almost looked fresh faced when Cody had helped him into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. Very fresh faced. It’s easy now to imagine what he’ll look like once he’s fully alive again.

Cody’s cheeks turn warm and that’s enough of that.

Maybe Cody’s family is in a unique position when it comes to… the stranger side of life, and as a firefighter he’s certainly seen enough shit one can’t explain that easily. But he’d rather not make tinfoil hats in a padded room while the zombie is whisked off to be sliced and diced.

“Hel…lo…”

Perfect timing. Cody looks up to his unalive guest standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom, looking lost in Cody’s borrowed clothes. “Oh, hey, you’re up!”

“…there.”

Cody blinks. “Where what?”

.

Cody has to think about that one for a minute. Which might give Obi-Wan the wrong impression about his family and Cody’s relationship to them but he’s not exactly thinking about them day and night anymore. Not now that they’re all adults with their own lives.

“My siblings mean everything to me,” Cody lands on, tipping a finger against the red MFD mug. “They didn’t have it easy growing up but they worked hard and,” he huffs out a laugh. He isn’t cynical usually but working hard to achieve dreams and success hasn’t been cutting it since before he was born. “Our father had some helpful connections so they could at least get a foot in the door.”

Cody refuses to publicly acknowledge the reality behind those connections for his siblings’ sake. He dug deep to uncover the truth behind Bly suddenly getting the scholarship of a lifetime, the top notch medical school of the country personally inviting Wolffe into their program.

Fox had fucked off to the Navy following his dream of reenacting the beach football scene in Top Gun. So it was up to Cody to ensure their father’s shady business wouldn’t bite them in the ass in the long run. Ponds had already paid the highest price for that. Boba—

“Boba is the oldest,” Cody starts, smile tugging at his mouth despite everything. He’s currently in jail for murdering my second oldest brother, Cody chooses not to say.

Obi-Wan tilts his head in interest but Cody moves right along.

“You met Wolffe,” he continues, grinning at Obi-Wan’s sigh. “Yeah, he has that effect on people.”

:

“I’m not here to hold people’s hands, Dr Koone,” Wolffe says reasonably.

The medical superintendent looks down at his hand being held by Wolffe and raises a bushy eyebrow around the breathing mask contraption covering most of his face.

“This means nothing.” Wolffe about had a heart attack when he got the news of the gas leak explosion rendering his mentor comatose. “It’s not my fault you like to live in a medical drama.”

Dr Koone pats his hand.

Wolffe sighs. “I’ll have Boost fluff your pillows. He’ll sneak in your ER novels.”

:

“I actually am not sure what Bly does,” Cody says slowly. “She got a bunch of doctorates hanging in her garage and her favorite hobby is making slime.”

:

Bly punches the end call button on the touchscreen with a growl. “No one lets me do anything around here!”

Cody blows on the spoonful of sauce before taking a careful sip. “They’re not going to fund you your own CERN, Bly.” A bit more oregano should do the trick.

“The things I could do with it!”

The alarm is about to go off and Cody stops it before the first beep. “Drain the spaghetti, please.”

Bly takes the huge pot over to the sink, hitting the cold water. “They act like I’m one inevitable lab accident away from becoming Doofenschmirtz.”

“They aren’t wrong.”

Bly whirls around, hands over her heart. “That’s the nicest thing you ever said to me, Codes.”

“I love you no matter what doesn’t count at all, does it?”

His sister scoffs out a laugh and waves him away. “I already knew that, idiot.”

Cody shakes his head and announces to the station that lunch is ready.

:

“After Fox’s stint in the Navy and fulfilling that dream, he went on to the next one,” Cody explains and pauses.

:

“Please give a warm welcome to our special guest tonight,” the club host says into the mic. “His unapologetic attitude towards life and its wonders has firmly established his name in the poetry community worldwide.”

Cody is about to clap when he notices everyone around him snapping their fingers.

“I swear, all your lives are made purely out of 90s tropes,” he murmurs to Bly.

“You would know, old man.”

Fox slinks onto the stage in a tight fitting black turtleneck and board shorts, and grabs the mic. “Pain.” He stomps onto the floor once. “Spite.”

The crowd goes wild.

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Loud.

Part one two three four

“Yes.”

Cody crosses his arms, one of the cameras in his visor rotating as if in a huff. He’s standing casually but securely. Casual enough that he’s probably ready to sprint, dodge, roll, jump, dive at a microscopic moment’s notice.

“I apologize,” Obi-Wan signs, perhaps widening his eyes into an innocent expression very slightly. “I did not mean to offend.”

“You didn’t offend me,” Cody says, his lovely voice distorted with the vocoder. “You asked if all the antennas were truly necessary. I replied.”

Replied with a long, static silence followed by a single word.

Obi-Wan struggles not to smile. He inclines his head. “Very well.”

.

“Each of them serves a purpose.”

Obi-Wan nods sagely.

.

“Having one signal receptor isolated from the main system makes it possible my suit can scan for hostile or foreign frequencies without the threat of corruption a pointed hack through this antenna could provide.”

Possibly the longest sentence Cody has ever spoken in Obi-Wan’s presence.

Obi-Wan slowly swallows the nutrition gruel the mess has provided for him. The artificial trachea and esophagus need replacing soon, he can feel it.

“Also,” Cody continues, drinking his soup and eating the accompanying sandwich.

Obi-Wan attentively listens to explanations going in depth how Cody theorized a web of communication arrays and double-back-up frequencies, and the best slicers and techs across the clones made it a reality. “Better than I could have ever imagined,” he adds, pride making his eyes shine and soft. “The parameters they took into consideration…”

Cody’s voice washes over Obi-Wan like a gentle tide, carrying him to the shore, the ebb and flow.

.

“It’s crucial I remain in contact with my troops even in a planet-wide attack or defense operation.”

Obi-Wan nods to that, head pillowed on Cody’s chest.

“Sleep,” he taps but he’s asleep before he can make it to the last tap.

.

“The strongest short-range comm in the whole GAR. Every Commander has one of these now.”

It’s a little robust antenna, hidden in a pauldron compartment.

“It has saved our lives a tremendous amount of times,” Mace nods, letting the steam of the tea wash over his face in visible bliss.

Now that Mace is obviously in on reprimanding Obi-Wan and his innocent if amusement-fueled question, Obi-Wan possibly has to apologize again.

.

“It’s less about signals but a bundling of wireless energy to support the tech in a worst case scenario,” Cody explains.

Obi-Wan’s legs dangle in the air, Cody’s hands - secure gentle Force-loving inescapable - holding him up against the wall.

Obi-Wan nods with a weak smile behind the mask and swallows.

The helmet tips down. Up. “You like that.”

It’s Obi-Wan’s turn to be miffed. Cody sounds too disbelieving. “I like being held,” he signs with a shrug and raised brows.

He slings his legs around Cody’s waist and hauls him and, subsequently, the massive clone armor close. Kit and his rigorous pilates only deserve the highest of praise.

“I can hold you for hours,” Cody says over his blush giving his cheeks a rosy hue. It’s too earnest to be a flirt, too drenched in a careful offering.

.

“I can hold you for hours,” Cody gasps, their sweat mingling. “But I know to let you go.”

.

“Let go,” Obi-Wan signs, struggles against the grip, struggles to catch his breath even with the mask. He circles his flat hand over his chest again. Countless times, not that it has made a difference. “Please.”

The fight has weakened him. Sparring with Cody has let him glimpse what lies behind the softened blows, the possibilities of destruction of Cody not holding back. It’s worse than he could have ever imagined.

“Please.”

“Good soldiers follow orders,” the vocoder grates out, the blank wide eye dripping blood staring at him from the destroyed visor claws a shiver down Obi-Wan’s back.

Cody rips off his mask.

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WIP Sunday

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WHO ORDERED THE RESURRECTION SPECIAL

Zombie-Wan meets modern!Cody

Day Night 1

Being one with the Force used to be not as eye-drying bright as it is now.

Obi-Wan hums to himself and is somewhat surprised there is a himself he can hum to.

Being one with the Force, as he has experienced—

A shocked yell and something large hits a wall or the floor.

Being one with the Force, as he has experienced, is light and lightness and warmth embracing him—

“What the fucking hell—“

Welcoming him like the old friend he is, like a dear friend.

“Christ, fuck, grab the—“

Obi-Wan may have died with pain in his heart but not without hope and so the Force gathered him up and he knew no more but peace.

“Holy shit, I think he moved! Cody—“

Well. It was nice while it lasted.

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I GOT THIS (jeez don’t look at me like that I really got this)

Day Night 1

“God, that’s disgusting,” Wolffe, as Obi-Wan has learned - not that anyone has introduced themselves yet -, says and flicks off sticky, charred Sithspawn flesh from his shirt. “I’m gonna use all your hot water, Codes.”

“Just come over here and help me.”

Cody, as Obi-Wan has learned about him in the last ten seconds, is a very considerate gentleman, carefully bracing Obi-Wan and checking him over not unlike his CMO back on the Negotiator.

Wolffe crouches down in front of him, shining a light into his eyes. “Hey, buddy,” he says, a bit distracted. “You don’t look so hot. And creepy,” he adds under his breath.

Obi-Wan’s forearm detaches itself from his elbow without his say so.

“Ugh,” Wolffe grimaces. “So disgusting.”

“I am sorry to inconvenience your sensibilities,” he manages to say. It takes everything out of him and he’d like to sleep for a couple of days but Cody’s chuckle is lifting his spirits either way.

Wolffe’s fingers are gentler than his demeanor as they poke him. “Don’t talk, Rob Zombie, your skin is peeling off.”

Hm, interesting. From a scientific perspective this is all highly entertaining.

“His pupils don’t dilate or expand at all,” Wolffe mutters. “How are you feeling?”

“Dead,” he croaks out.

“You look it, too,” Cody comments drily. Generally Obi-Wan appreciates honesty…

Wolffe prods some more at Obi-Wan’s apparently falling apart face. “Huh. The skin is fusing itself together again.”

“You can heal?”

I’m only newly not dead, he wants to say around his tongue that feels twice the size it should be. He shrugs and remembers his dislocated shoulder.

“I wonder,” Wolffe starts and rummages at Obi-Wan’s side.

It all strangely doesn’t hurt. His body is there, so is his awareness of it. Hurt, nerves, any kind of receptors to what should be incredible pain is absent.

“Ha, good as new. Don’t lose it again, buddy.”

Obi-Wan stares at his re-attached arm. He moves his fingers.

“Rude,” Wolffe says blandly to his experimental gesture while Cody fails to stifle his laughter. He sits back on his haunches, critical look taking in Obi-Wan before he turns to Cody. “I volunteer your apartment for a more thorough assessment.”

Cody heaves a sigh, shifts behind Obi-Wan. “Hospital is out of the picture, I guess.”

“You want to explain all that to the police?”

“No. No, you’re right.” Kind brown eyes fill Obi-Wan’s vision and perhaps, because he’s clearly out of practice, Obi-Wan forgets to breathe. “Hey, there, do you want to try to stand up?”

“Or he can carry you,” Wolffe suggests, sharp look narrowing in on him. “He’s extremely gullible when you invoke his hero complex.”

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes right back, feeling a smidgen of satisfaction as Wolffe jerks back. Instead of trying to speak, he twirls his fingers in an upward motion, and with their help he’s back on his feet.

He has no concept how long he’s been dead, where he is, why he is alive or here in this place.

“May,” he gets out after a few tries, slowly shuffling forwards between them, “I bother you for a cup of tea?”

[mformarsala]

BOIS(gn) I CAME UP WITH A FIX IT

codywan accidental pregnancy and it's all very angsty until Cody goes "Can we.. take it out and put it in a tube like we clones are grown?"

Obi-Wan: ...

Obi-Wan: you beautiful beautiful smart man

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*Obi-Wan proudly showing Anakin his future sibling*

Anankin: Wait that's an option????

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Anyway Anakin's fears around Padme's death in childbirth are circumvented, Palpatine does not have the leverage he thinks he has and when he confesses to Anakin he is supremely fucked, and everyone lives happily ever after.

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I GOT THIS (don’t look at me like that I really got this jeez)

Day 2:

“I,” the - Cody’s focus drifts to the ABC magnets on his fridge as he gazes upon his life choices - zombie— the zombie’s jaw hangs open after the single syllable and a surprisingly healed hand pushes it up again. “I appreciate your help.”

The zombie’s voice is a raspy, halting mess with long pauses in between words. Cody has enough experience with smoke inhalation to recognize the lasting signs. He wonders if the zombie had died in a fire. He had been clearly, so very very, human anatomy sucks, very dead before the magical light show Cody and Wolffe had stumbled into.

Cody nods in acceptance and gestures to the bowl that’s steadily worked through with a slightly shaking spoon. “How are the Fruit Loops?”

The zombie scoops up another bite and his answer takes about three minutes in total but eventually Cody gathers that the Fruit Loops are alright if even sweeter than jogan fruit.

Which is just another item in the list of things that mark the zombie from not around anywhere on Earth as Cody knows it.

“The white milk is a surprise as well.”

“Why?”

“It’s not blue, first of all.”

He could, feasibly - somewhat -, still be English or UK-based. Going from use of language and the accent, maybe the zombie is just a dedicated LARPer.

Something hits the floor under the table.

The zombie blushes.

“Did your leg fall off again?” Cody asks. Last night had been… interesting.

The zombie blushes harder. “My sincerest apologies,” he says and rummages under the table. “My manners must also still rest in my grave.” Maybe he is English. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Or not. Maybe.

“Cody,” Cody says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure of making your acquaintance is all mine.” Obi-Wan offers a small smile while holding his jaw in place. It’s very sweet and very handsome, even though the English theory isn’t completely crossed out yet.

Cody smiles back. “Do you rather want beans on toast?”

Obi-Wan looks intrigued. And sweet and handsome in Cody’s clothes while what was salvageable of Obi-Wan’s… tunics are in the wash.

Time to ponder his life choices again.

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INTRODUCING: Quinlan Vos, Professional Bestie

two IGMHC vignettes

“I— had a friend,” Ben says. “Growing up. At least for a little while.” - Obi-Wan, chapter 2, IGMHC

HUMAN SACRIFICES ARE ONLY PASSÉ WITH THE WRONG ATTITUDE

Fox ignores him. “Cody, I’m this close to a murderous rampage.”

Vos brightens. “Cody! The one who’s fucking a Si—“

“That’s Marshal Commander Cody,” Cody says icily and even Fox needs to suppress a shiver. “Who the fuck are you.”

“How do you even know ,” Fox starts and recoils from the wink Vos throws him.

“Shadow, remember? It’s my job to know more than is strictly healthy for me.” Vos nods his chin to the comm. “ Marshal Commander Cody, tell Obes his childhood bestie would like a hello sometime.”

“You know him?” Fox whispers harshly - yells, but whose narrative is this, thanks - while Cody mutters an incredulous “ Obes ?”.

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TRUTH-INCINERATOR CAUGHT MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, MORE AT 11

The past worn like a mask because of how Obi-Wan was is useful to how he now is. And, if the faint rumors are true, spoken so hushed within the confines of the council chambers only, the relicts have turned into goals again. To make what once was true again.

Quin’s head spins from the spirals Obi-Wan has contorted himself into.

“Is that so,” Obi-Wan comments quietly, watching him back. “My heart warms from your efforts. A cup wouldn’t go amiss either.”

Quin inclines his head. “Sorry, we’re not at the best buds level where I trust you with anything that can be used as a weapon.” The preparations for this meeting had been endless and frustrating. No weapons on either their persons so Obi-Wan couldn’t use Quin’s lightsaber against him. A Force suppression collar around Obi-Wan’s neck which doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Thick gloves on Quin, no sliver of skin bare for taking advantage of his psychometry. Master Windu had thoroughly gone over Quin’s shields with him. The Council had left nothing unprepared.

“You don’t fidget as much as when we were younger,” he says. He gotta start somewhere, silence has never been his forte, and suddenly it’s vitally important to understand the line that had been drawn somewhere and cut his best friend out of Quin’s life. “You used to always do something with your hands.” Obi-Wan had needed the stimulation. To concentrate, to expense restlessness, to focus away from anything and everything overwhelming.

Yellow eyes continue to look at him. There’s pity in them now. “It’s been beaten out of me.”

Quin grins, quick, regretful and unsurprised. He can imagine, colorfully, and his heart breaks a little more. “Your words have always known where to cut deepest and quickest.”

“Thank you.”

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WILL YOU PLEASE RING IN YOUR DESTRUCTION

“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?”

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Sketchy Saturday

“General, behind me.”

“You’re so Light,” Obi-Wan whispers, taking another uncontrolled step forward to this universe’s Kenobi.

Cody can’t feel it but he can certainly see the Light in how so many familiar faces surround them. The hardships of war chafing but not destroying them yet. His eye focuses on Kenobi, whole and healthy. And for a moment he wants to break him from the inside out, crack him open to lay bare the beautiful, brutal thing Cody knows is slumbering in agony beneath.

Obi-Wan takes another step forward, scarred hand beginning to reach up, and Cody snags an arm around his waist and pushes him to safety.

“Cody, they’re so Light.”

Cody will kill them all for the tears gathering in yellow-mad beloved eyes.

“I want them.”

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“We compromised,” the Sith replied simply - yellow eyes far too fixated on Obi-Wan - and Cody held on tightly, stubbornly, at the familiarity of it all. “And compromised. And compromised.”

How many compromises were carved out of his Obi-Wan already. Out of Cody even with war dictating his entire life, his existence.

“Until the only lesser evil left was us,” the other Cody added quietly, twinges of cold, burnt out anger and nostalgia hiding in the blankness of his face. “Our peoples suffered. Everyone in the galaxy suffered.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “We sunk so low to save the few that were still alive. To keep them away from a fate worse than death.”

The Sith chuckled, gestured vaguely with a flip of his red veined wrist. “Coar Dae. The siege?”

The other - wrong, it was all wrong- Cody nodded in recognition, eyes crinkling up. “I tasted the ashes of my siblings for weeks on my tongue.”

“Force have mercy on us,” the Sith murmured on a sigh, prayed, and the real, his, light Obi-Wan next to him shivered.

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There are certain misconceptions when it comes to the… the them of them, Cody has to admit.

“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says instead of answering the same question the Commander has asked him twice now.

“Are you that codependent,” the replica of his mouth snarks back. Curious, usually he has more patience than this.

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

It has been a hot minute but!! Thank you so much for the tags @jedi-enthusiast @cacodaemonia and @oathkeeperoxas 💜

It’s time I got back to Gooey-Wan and his Happy End as promised to @deathdovesong. The last lines drawn were some shading around Cody’s lips and the bit of light on his bottom lip.

I feel like everyone is busy with the WIP Poll that has been reigning with an iron fist. So let’s see what you all got :D

No pressure tagging: @meebles @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @elwenyere @bitter-chocolate-stars @snowywinterevenings @adiduck @deathdovesong (:D) and everyone who wants to!