[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
currently 8 chapters are out! I plan for it to be quite a long fic
Summary:
Falling in love with Evan Buckley was the easiest thing Eddie Diaz ever did. The hardest part was everything that came after. The secret relationship, the lie he told to save Shannon, the shotgun wedding, and the desperate decision to enlist when the money ran out.
Captured in an ambush and held through a blur of indistinguishable days, Eddie’s reality had fractured. He escaped into the desert with nothing but the clothes on his back, a bag of supplies he forgot acquiring, and the hallucinations of the people he loves. As Eddie struggles to walk back to his base, the mirage of the life he left behind begins to fade—and Evan is the first piece of it he starts to lose.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Amidst the vibrant chaos of the Los Angeles Pride Parade, an easy shift turns into a life-altering rescue that forces Eddie Diaz to confront the iron pillars of his past. Surrounded by a sea of colour and an unexpected reunion, Eddie finally faces the truths he’s spent a lifetime outrunning—leading to a realisation that will change everything.
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Aka it’s exactly what the title makes it sound like. Eddie grows conflicted and distracted on calls, thinking back to past events of his life, and finally gains the will to move past them and accept who he is.
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(note: this is a pre Buddie fic, they do not get together. Eddie simply accepts his sexuality and realises he is in love with Buck.)
While I love Obi-wan is secretly stronger than everyone including Anakin, and Chosen One™ Obi-wan au's
My absolute favorite thing, both canon and au is
Chosen One™ Minor Force Deity Anakin Skywalker gets absolutely annihilated by Normal Dude Just Dedicated to His Craft Obi-wan Kenobi.
Obi-wan is just a guy. Yeah a jedi, but still just some dude who has spent decades of his life committed to his training and trying to live up to what he thinks a Jedi should be.
What I love about Obi-wan is the fact that, while many others (jedi included) think he's "the perfect example" of a Jedi (They give him the call sign Guiding Light ffs), Obi-wan doesn't think that. Obi-wan sees himself as just some dude. To the point where he disagrees with people who try to tell him he's special in some way. Hells he didn't even think he was The Master of Soresu despite Mace Windu saying he was.
My point is. You take Obi-wan and throw him up against Anakin. Who knows he's the chosen one and let that go to his head (and let his ego be inflated by Sidious). Who thinks hes hot shit and the most powerful person in the galaxy.
And he gets his ass handed to him multiple times by Just a Sad Little Dude Obi-wan.
I need to show off some of the layers because i'm so pleased that i managed to make cody closer to the bulkiness i envision him having and to have figured out how to paint the wear and tear in clone armor.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
He wears a face of iron and a heart of lead,
Walking the paths where the ghosts are led.
He swears his vows to a throne of gold,
While his own soul shivers in the bitter cold.
He guards the gate, he holds the line,
But drinks of duty instead of wine.
He loves a ghost, he serves a part,
The knight who does not know his heart.
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In a kingdom where duty is a cage and history is written in blood, Mike and Will find themselves trapped by a crown they never asked for. Amidst the cold stone corridors of the Citadel and the haunting whispers of the Mirkwood, a secret truth threatens to dismantle a royal lineage.
It is a story of heavy armor and ink-stained fingers, of a princess who chooses to be a sister before a queen, and a sacrifice that echoes through the years. When the masks of tradition finally shatter, what remains is the terrifying courage it takes to be honest in a world built on lies.
(I posted this earlier this month on ao3 but completely forgot to post it here…better late than never 😭)
The ventilation shaft of the Separatist droid factory was never designed to hold a fully armored Clone Commander and a Jedi Knight with a flair for dramatic gestures. It was cramped, smelled of industrial lubricant, and was rapidly running out of air.
"I feel it’s important to note," Obi-Wan Kenobi gasped, his cheek pressed firmly against the cold durasteel floor, "that your tactical assessment of the 'unlocked' hatch was… optimistic."
Cody, pinned beneath Obi-Wan’s left shoulder with his DC-15S digging into his own ribs, gritted his teeth. "With all due respect, General, my assessment was based on the schematics. Your decision to ignite your lightsaber inside a gas-filled cooling vent is why the emergency shutters slammed shut."
"I was providing light!"
"You were providing an explosion!"
A chorus of metallic clanking echoed from the floor below them. A squad of B1 droids shuffled past the vent, their tinny voices debating whether the 'clunk' they’d heard was a structural failure or a very large space-rat.
Cody held his breath, praying the droids wouldn't look up. Beside him, Obi-Wan’s hair was a mess of copper strands and soot, and his tunic was snagged on a rogue bolt. They were supposed to be team mates, the shining example of Republic cooperation, yet here they were: stuck in a metal tube, smelling like burnt wiring.
"They're gone," Obi-Wan whispered after a minute, his voice vibrating through Cody’s chest plates. "Now, if you could just move your elbow, I might be able to reach my—"
"If I move my elbow, we both slide down into the intake fan, sir."
Obi-Wan sighed, a long, dramatic sound that ruffled the hair near Cody’s ear. "Well. This is certainly a mission for the history books. I don't suppose you have a thermal detonator in that utility belt?"
"In a pressurized shaft? No. I’d prefer to keep my skin attached to my body."
"Fair point." Obi-Wan shifted slightly, trying to find a modicum of comfort. In the cramped darkness, his eyes met Cody’s through the T-visor. Despite the heat, the grime, and the looming threat of being turned into scrap metal, the Jedi’s eyes sparked with a sudden, misplaced amusement. "You’re very grumpy when you’re trapped, Commander. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Usually people are too busy following my orders to comment on my temperament," Cody retorted, though the bite was gone from his voice.
"I shall make it my mission to break that trend," Obi-Wan hummed. "I have a feeling we’ll get along interestingly. Provided we don't suffocate in the next ten minutes."
Cody looked at the Jedi—this chaotic, brilliant, ridiculous man—and felt a strange, terrifying shift in his gut. It wasn't just the lack of oxygen.
"Force help us," Cody muttered, though he didn't move away. “If you can reach the manual override lever near my left hip, I can kick the vent cover out. But you’ll have to brace yourself."
"Bracing is my speciality," Obi-Wan replied, his voice muffled by Cody’s shoulder. “Aside from beating Sith Lords, that is.” After several seconds of ungraceful fumbling—which involved a lot of 'sorry' and 'was that your rib?'—Obi-Wan’s fingers found the lever. "On three?"
"On three. One, two—"
Obi-Wan yanked the lever. Cody delivered a two-booted kick to the grate with every ounce of clone-engineered strength he possessed.
The grate flew off. But they hadn't accounted for the fact that this specific cooling vent was positioned directly beneath the factory's primary waste-reclamation vat.
As the hatch swung open, the pressure differential released a literal tidal wave of what could only be described as industrial sludge.
It was a thick, neon-green viscous liquid used to cool droid processors and lubricate heavy gears. It smelled like a mixture of rotten eggs and ionized ozone. With a wet, echoing squelch, the two of them were ejected from the vent and dumped unceremoniously into a massive collection bin five meters below.
Cody hit the sludge first, disappearing beneath the surface of the glowing goop. A second later, Obi-Wan landed on top of him with a heavy splat.
They scrambled to stand, slipping and sliding in the knee-deep slime. Cody wiped his visor with a gauntlet, only to realize he was just smearing the neon green film further across his vision. He groaned, the sound vibrating through his helmet.
Obi-Wan was in a worse state. His once-pristine Jedi robes were now heavy, dripping, and a shade of green that definitely wasn't on the Jedi Council's approved color palette. A long string of sludge was draped over his nose like a glowing mustache.
"Well," Obi-Wan said, wiping a glob of slime from his eye. "On the bright side, we are no longer in the vent."
Cody looked at his pristine white armor, now stained a permanent, sickly chartreuse. He looked at the Jedi Master, who looked like he’d been coughed up by a giant space slug.
"General," Cody said, his voice flat. "I’ve been a soldier since the day I was born. I’ve crawled through mud, ash, and blood." He gestured to the glowing, stinking mess dripping off his pauldrons. "This is officially the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me."
Obi-Wan reached out, patting Cody’s shoulder with a wet thwack, leaving a fresh handprint of slime. "Don't be so dramatic, Commander. It builds character."
"It builds a rash, sir."
"Perhaps." Obi-Wan grinned, the neon light making his teeth look unnervingly white. "But look at the positive: the droids won't be able to track our scent. We smell far worse than they do now."
Cody sighed, a long-suffering sound that would eventually become the soundtrack to their entire partnership. "Let's just finish the mission, sir. Before I decide to join the Separatists just for access to a sonic shower."
If anyone sees my corpse, they would see in my cold tightly gripped hands the headcanon that Obi-Wan's shinies think of him as a father figure or mentor figure because he sees them and sees 15-year old Anakin and Padawans that he taught in the Temple. And now, whenever a Vod from a different Battalion talk with a leer about Obi-Wan, there is always a shiny or twenty yelling how that's "OUR GENERAL" like children would go "THAT'S MY PARENT!"
Cody (quietly) encourage this behaviour in his General and Vode alike, to keep a very cohesive teamwork between all of them, thats all. (It's not, he views this both a safety net for his vode but also his General who needs 1 nice things after dealing with a rough campaign) (he's a paranoid bastard and worries about both if he ever dies early in a mission and knows everyone will be taken care of — for his piece of mind)
Fanart for @leapingbadger and her WONDERFUL Codywan Christmas fic, A Gift Worth Waiting For
I absolutely ADORED this DELIGHTFUL Christmas romcom fic! This scene was so good - I especially loved Cody walking Obi-Wan backwards until they bumped into Obi-Wan’s bedroom door - it was so much fun to draw.
On ao3
This is my piece for the @fanartfrenzy mini-challenge: Make any kind of art for (or leave a comment on) a fic related to winter, the holiday season, or New Year's Eve. Fanart Frenzy is an event created to combat the scammers who are currently flooding fanfiction comments with art commission scams and targeting our wonderful fanfic writers.
Pose reference by Gonzais on Pinterest
Tiny art Tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @earlgreyci @elismor @mereelskirata @whiskygoldwings @indira-korr
Thank you so much @brokenphoenix99 🥰🫶😱🥹 I am so flattered and could not love this more if I tried. I honestly think this is my favorite present I received for Christmas this year! I’m so glad you enjoyed the fix! Thank you! 🫶🫶🫶
Gonna move my favorite posts from tiktok/insta over here :)
Had this song on the playlist for one of my clone ocs and I was like… wait a minute, these lyrics work so well for the clones. Had to make it into something
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