ok, for rare obi-wan pairing prompt, 2: rebel obi-wan with fenn rau? i don't think i have ever seen them paired
Under the cut, a little Obi-Wan Kenobi/Fenn Rau!
Obi-Wan Kenobi is a little shit.
Nothing, really nothing could have ever prepared Fenn Rau for this possibilities.
The only Jedi he had ever meet personally, General Depa Billaba, talked with him about battles, Grievous, and relief for the population, certainly not her fellow Jedi. Her Padawan mostly asked questions, so, so many questions. So the only intel Fenn had was outdated holos from the Clone Wars, which talked about Kenobi’s prowess in battles, and the gossip in the Rebel Alliance, which presented General Kenobi as a secret weapon, stashed somewhere only Senator Organa knew where, and to be used only in time of dire need.
He could have talked about him with the few clones in the Alliance, but he was uncomfortable about the men he had trained for slaughter and for brain-washing, even if younger him wouldn’t have taken the Kamino contract if he had knew the truth.
Also, Wolffe had broken his arm in two places and Fenn was brave, not stupid.
So, Kenobi.
Kenobi is a whisper in the Alliance, building himself to a legend, someone with terrible wisdom, someone almost inhuman, who breathes and lives democracy, can recite laws treaties in his sleep and would never do something uncouth.
He sounds terribly boring to Fenn, even if he settled down himself quite a lot since his days in Skull Squadron.
The time come. This is a time of dire need and Obi-Wan Kenobi is there, kicking Inquisitors’s asses with gusto and spreading cut hands, legs and heads all around the base the Alliance is evacuating.
He’s older than in the Clone Wars holos, almost totally grey and with a lot more lines on his face. He’s also sarcastic, violently in love with causing explosions, slightly unhinged, with enough PTSD to threaten even more explosions to come and so ready to throw his own life away than even the Death Watch would put him on suicide watch. He fights with a feral grace Fenn only ever saw in star ships before, like gravity is a thing which happen to other people and he only vaguely heard about.
Fenn is half in love even before the last fires are put out. Every Mandalorian would be, and a lot of them had been in their times, if some rumours he heard before are true.
And, as the Rebel Alliance regroups and builds itself back, Kenobi is there. Sarcastic, efficient, verbally eviscerating idiots in the Council in a way people only understand after. And he flirts like it’s a default settings, even when fire is raining around them. Especially when fire is raining around them.
Fenn takes his chance.
Kenobi is surprised, and a little rusty, wherever he was stashed it’s not a harem or a brothel, and very enthusiastic.
Also, now Captain Rex wants to kill Fenn in the name of Kenobi’s virtue, acting in proxy of a Cody, who Fenn has no idea who that is, was, or will be.
I ship it for the sake of narrative or thematic symmetry
I ship the idea of them, but their actually getting together in canon would ruin it for me
I don’t ship it myself, but one of the other characters clearly does, and I’m a fan of them shipping it
I headcanon that they were an item in the past and it ended in disaster, thereby explaining their present dynamic
I ship it mostly because them being together would annoy a third character so much
I ship it because nobody else does
I’m not emotionally invested in it, but the intellectual puzzle of figuring out what bizarre sequence of events would be needed to make it happen is fascinating
I ship it exclusively as part of a self-indulgent matchmaking fantasy where I’m the one who gets them together
The very idea of them together disgusts and repulses me, and I’m struggling with how to phrase “hey, your fic really pissed me off” as a compliment
I ship the AU versions of them that exist in my head, but not their canon counterparts
I ship it only and specifically if it’s unrequited
there’s so much annoying shipping discourse that could be avoided if people had a basic grasp that shipping can encompass more than just “I think those two would make a cute and functional match and I want them to have a happily ever after endgame followed by a lifetime of domestic bliss”
‘Capital,’ said Lord Vetinari. ‘It seems to me that we have a challenge. University against university. City, as it were, against city. Warfare, as it were, without the tedious necessity of picking up all those heads and limbs afterwards.’
Une p’tite fanfic Spirou, qui se situe juste après l’album Machine qui rêve. Franchement, si vous ne l’avez pas lu, vous devriez!
Spirou bis, voilà la façon dont il parlait de lui-même au tout début. Autant dire que Seccotine y a mis le holà très très vite.
Il a vaguement l’impression qu’il devrait être plus déprimé que cela.
Il est un clone !
Un clone avec tous les souvenirs d’une vie qu’il ne retrouvera jamais, puisqu’elle n’a jamais été la sienne. Ou puisqu’elle n’est plus la sienne ? Est-ce qu’il doit considérer qu’il est né dans ce labo, ou qu’il y a été séparé de Spirou ?
Honnêtement, tout ça lui donne la migraine comme seul un bon coup sur la tête de Zantafio ou du vilain du jour arrive à le faire d’habitude.
Spirou donne plus dans l’action que dans la philosophie.
Sauf qu’il n’est pas Spirou.
Plus Spirou.
Enfin, il se comprend.
Dans le cargo qui l’emmène, qui les emmène Seccotine et lui, il pense à tout ce qui va être différent. Il lui faut un nouveau nom, un nouveau prénom, un nouveau métier. Des papiers, faux bien sûr, et une histoire suffisamment solide pour subir une éventuelle investigation. Se construire une nouvelle vie.
Il en a déjà vécu cent, comme tous les aventuriers dans son genre, mais c’est la première fois qu’il part ainsi sur de nouvelles bases, des bases vierges. Parce qu’il ne peut plus utiliser les réseaux qu’il a bâtis au fil des années.
C’est la première fois aussi sans Fantasio.
Il y a la présence de Seccotine, qu’il connaît depuis des années, qui est une amie, même si pas aussi proche, depuis des années, mais elle n’a jamais été un élément fixe de sa vie, comme Fantasio. Il aime qu’elle insiste pour qu’il utilise son vrai prénom, Sophie, plutôt que ce vieux surnom de Seccotine.
Il a l’impression qu’elle aussi entame un nouveau chapitre. Quand ils tombent dans la même couchette au bout de deux nuits à bord du cargo, c’est comme deux inconnus qui se découvrent, avec la tendresse en plus de deux êtres qui savent comment blesser l’autre et font de leur mieux pour éviter les points sensibles.
C’est doux, et tendre, et tellement différent de ce qu’il avait parfois imaginé avec elle, dans une autre vie, avant.
Il y a des années qu’il n’a pas partagé de lit autre que celui de Fantasio et c’est presque un choc de se rendre compte qu’il pourrait aimer Seccotine.
Oui, il a vaguement l’impression qu’il devrait être déprimé. Il est secoué, oui, mais pour quelqu’un qui vient de découvrir qu’il est synthétique, il estime qu’il ne s’en tire pas si mal.
Peut-être que c’est l’appel de l’inconnu.
Tout va être à refaire.
Il a parcouru le monde dans tous les sens, avec tous les moyens de locomotion possibles, mais il va devoir apprendre la discrétion, le secret, d’une façon dont il…dont Spirou…Enfin, tout va être neuf. Et rien que l’argent ! Il va falloir qu’il gagne sa vie d’une façon qui ne risque pas de lui faire croiser son doub-Spirou et Fantasio. Pas de journalisme, donc. Ça ne l’inquiète pas, il apprend vite, et au fil des années, il a accumulé beaucoup de connaissances et d’expériences à partir desquelles bâtir.
Le monde ne lui a pas semblé aussi neuf, aussi plein de possible depuis des années. A la proue, Seccotine appuyée au bastingage à ses côtés, il prend sa main, quelque chose qu’il ne faisait jamais avec Fantasio.
Il se rend compte qu’il a hâte que le bateau arrive au port, pour explorer tous ces possibles.
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Comedy Post
Honestly, it’s a miracle that this even exists with all the things I could be doing to not write anything.
Or is it? Not writing is harder than you think! Sometimes it just sneaks up on you can you can‘t get out of the way. So, let’s get this done so I can go back to productively not writing a single word!
Butterfly Specimens
French street artist Mantra works with entomologists to transform walls into massive studies of local butterfly specimens. Recently Mantra has traveled to Belgium, Denmark, and Sweden, and France, to complete the pieces.
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