#a couple of these have rex or cody

[thepatchycat]

*GUNDAMs your clones*

[inkybyl]

Everybody Gangsta till they gotta take their lil sister to nursery

I’m super ill so I finished some old sketches of a Modern/Gang Family type AU I still wanna flesh out 🫶

Lowkey wanna waffle about the ideas real quick in case I don’t draw them

Below is big brother Wrecker and lil brother Tech I love them.

Basically I had this idea that Hunter (as the eldest) has been looking after Wrecker and his younger twin brothers Tech & Crosshair. Still trying to figure out a way to make this work, but one day their dad, Jango Fett turns up at their door with another pair of toddler twins in his arms, Boba & Omega, and asks Hunter if he can take his new little sister in.

I have a concept dialogue so I’ll just throw it in here 🤣

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“And you’ve come all this way just to tell me you’ve got more kids?” Hunter gruffed, leaning on the doorframe with a displeased look on his face while crossing his arms. Jango sighed, running a hand through his curly locks, “I know this isn’t ideal. But- I don’t know where she’d be safest.”

Hunter tilted his head as he stared down at his blonde toddler sister, “Us? You’re just going to dump her on us?” He questioned, feeling his heart rate increase in a flurry of different emotions.

Jango stared down at his daughter with a solemn look, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, gently squeezing Boba’s hand, “Hunter- there’s no time to explain-“, “No time to explain. Right. Plenty of time to make us and move on like we’re just not here until it’s convenient, apparently.”

Jango stared down at his son, his skull tattoo on full display as Hunter refused to break eye contact. He didn’t have the energy to fight. “… Please…”

Hunter’s head recoiled in shock at the gentle tone in his voice, staring back down at his little sister who kept fiddling with her long-sleeved shirt. “Her name is Omega. She’s a curious one so keep an eye out for that. Where I’m going… it’s no place for her… she needs a family that will look out for her.” He muttered, swallowing in an attempt to moisten his throat. Hunter looked up at his father, his eyes flicking to the floor, “… Why not Rex… or Cody? She’ll be safer with them.” Hunter whispered, turning his head away. Jango shook his subtly, running his hand over Omega’s soft hair, “Just look after her, yeah?” He grumbled, his tough personality returning bit by bit as he realised the tears forming in his eyes.

~

So yeah!

In terms of Wrecker - he was only a couple years younger than Hunter so he could help out with looking after the twins, Crosshair and Tech. I have a headcanon that Wrecker was incredibly skilled/knowledgable with technology, weapons and electronics, and while Tech was growing up he had a natural talent for those things, but still needed teaching.

Wrecker would teach Tech different skills like building things from scratch, how to disarm or arm a weapon/explosive, etc etc. In terms of this AU, I’m thinking that Tech desperately wanted to impress his older brother by showing him how much he’s learnt from him, but he got a bit ahead of himself.

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“Wrecker! You’re back! Come, look at what I’ve built!” Tech joyously exclaimed, pulling his taller brother’s arm through to their garden. Wrecker, back from a work out, was finishing the rest of his drink as he chuckled softly at his little brother’s excitement. “Alright, alright - I’m right behind you.” He playfully shook his head as he ducked out of the way of the doorframe, walking down the steps as Tech sprinted to the other end of their common.

“Stay there, Wrecker! Take a seat on the steps!” Tech ordered with a massive smile, “I know you’re going to love this!”

Wrecker smiled and took a seat on the wooden steps with an audible ‘creak’. “Ooh, am I going to see some fireworks?” Wrecker called over to Tech, squinting to try and see what he was bringing out. Tech pulled out his newest contraption, modelled to look like something Wrecker had tinkered with previously. Wrecker couldn’t inspect the handiwork in detail from where he was sitting, something he would usually like to do before Tech would test his newest experiments.

Tech smiled at his device, it appeared to be a form of firework launcher, possibly to assist the velocity the devices could travel at and reach higher altitudes. He knew how much his older brother loved explosions of different varieties, watching the beautiful combustion of chemicals mix in a stunning array of colours, sound and temperatures.

He ran back and forth to assemble all the remaining parts, grabbing some fireworks along the way, lining them up in his contraption. “I have created a far greater firework launcher, if this works we can create our own larger versions, and if they get launched with enough altitude, the massive blasts will not affect our sight or hearing! We will be able to appreciate the massive blasts by creating a safe distance!” He rambled with a giddy smile, showing Wrecker one of the fireworks from where he was standing.

Wrecker smiled genuinely, but dropped slightly as his gut twisted in discomfort. Something was wrong. “That sounds awesome, Tech. Let me take a look at it before you start pointing that around,” he chuckled, hoping to sound as casual as possible, placing his hand on his knee as he slowly stood up. Tech waved his hands, “No, no, no! I’ve got this!” He cheered, lining up a larger-than-normal firework into his device, he probably custom made it, too.

Wrecker’s stomach began to churn, his voice slipping to the big brother tone, “Tech, let me see it,” he said, beginning to walk over to his younger brother. Tech’s face dropped in disappointment, brows furrowing as he looked down at the creation, before flicking his eyes back to Wrecker. “Wait, Wrecker! I can show you- i-it works! I promise! Look!” Without thinking, Tech activated the device, the fuse being lit instantly as he stepped back to watch it fizzle and crack. Wrecker’s ears could pick up on the irregular sounds of the firework’s fuse burning away, not liking the way Tech’s device groaned and whined in an eerie way.

Wrecker’s pace increased, “Tech, get behind me will ya?” His voice was raised, outstretching his arm towards him with his palm open, “Now.” He could see Tech’s brain start to take everything in all at once, the upset expression on his face, and his hands desperately trying to shake out the tension that’s hit him instantly. The sounds of his experiment started to grow louder and more unstable, the modified firework on the verge of blasting off. “Wrecker- I promise! This one will work! I’ll be able to show you! I’ll—“

Wrecker’s body moved all by itself - barrelling himself towards Tech in one strong push of his heartbeat. The contraption reacted with the firework, the combination of the chemicals and elements combining in a dangerous combustion. Wrecker managed to move Tech before any shrapnel could reach him, shielding him from the blast by his hip, holding him with a bruising-tight grip. Wrecker’s adrenaline was kicked into overdrive, only feeling the pressure and heat from the explosion on the left side of his face and shoulder.

Tech was frozen underneath his brother’s hold, covering his ears while trying to control his breathing before a panic attack could ensue, his brain rattling with multiple thoughts and words whizzing through his head - almost screaming at himself. Time must have gone by because he could hear Wrecker’s laboured breaths, shakily turning his head to stare up at his elder brother. His eyes widened at the blood drops that splattered on his cheeks and goggles, unable to take a breath in at Wrecker’s marred flesh. “W-Wrecker..?”

Wrecker’s eyes were dark and lifeless, not even able to blink as his eyes would twitch up into his eyelids instead. The blast had charred and burned all of the left side of his head, the smell of his skin made bile rise up to Tech’s throat as he could see how the metal shrapnel must have sliced across his nose, eye brow and lips. Wrecker began rocking slightly, his laboured breaths slowing down as he stared down at his little brother. “What.. what’s with you…?” He grunted out, completely unaware to the extent of his injuries, only being able to focus on Tech’s horrified expression before his vision went completely black.

~

Had these written out and thought I’d share! Very early concept stages ofc, but I love playing with these ideas. After the blast, Wrecker’s ability with his previous interests had dropped significantly apart from his knowledge about weapons and demolitions - and I think after an explosion to the side of your head would alter your physical mental being, possibly keeping him at his juvenile state of mind as he grows up.

But yeah! 💫 if you read all of this, thank you so much! 🫶✨

[padawansuggest]

Tbh I think the ships should have been Anakin/Rex and Padme/ALL the Handmaidens and I think that could have fixed them. Padme and her handmaidens could have adopted kids. Rex and Anakin could have adopted a couple thousand shinies. It’s how it SHOULD have been. Obi-Wan is the one who gets pregnant and it’s found out when he throws up on Count Dooku who panics and comes back to the light side wondering who poisoned his grandson. Palpatine is hitting his head on the wall. Cody and Vos are fighting over who knocked him up (it was Bail Organa) and Anakin is oblivious to everything.

[panravenc]

i need fluff in my life bc lately it's been getting fucking depressing so here's dating codywan headcanons:

they flirt. constantly. obi-wan, mostly, but cody knows how to keep up with him after a while of getting flustered and now they're both menaces

cody likes the challenge of making obi-wan blush, but obi-wan just adores the sight of cody blushing because of his compliments and words, so he is relentless in making use of his silver tongue

most of their dates happen in private, quiet settings. they like taking walks through gardens, or staying home to have a cup of tea and a snack and, like, solve puzzles together and watch old movies; basically, very cozy and private dates

when they have outdoor dates, it's usually to a cultural scene, like a museum, a festival or a concert, or to have a meal together - no matter if the restaurant is fancy or if it's a market stall. cody mostly enjoys trying new things and obi-wan delights in watching him do so

no pda, but in their home? so many hugs and kisses. so many! cuddles, too, of course. they like to be as close as possible when they can, and gravitate towards the other when they sit together or just exist in the same space

however, whenever they are out on a date, they do indulge in holding hands or linking their arms together. it's just that outside of that context, the most they show is a quick kiss hello/goodbye

they also tend to wrap their arms around one another's waist if they're standing close. if it's on a professional setting, cody will lay his hand on obi-wan's lower back lightly

cody is very protective of obi-wan, and cody prefers to accompany obi-wan on his missions alongside some of the 212th troopers, but he understands if their schedules don't align

obi-wan, although similarly protective when the situation calls for it, and no less worried about cody if his boyfriend is on a mission without him, is much more laid-back about it

on the other hand, neither of them are prone to jealousy or possessiveness once they start dating - cody did get jealous before that, but he trusts in obi-wan and since confessing their mutual love, even obi-wan's brand of battle-flirting won't bother him, lol

they express their love in all kinds of manners. spending time together is the main one, and the most comfortable for them, but they are, as i've said before, also constantly flirting

and! they give each other gifts. lots of small gifts. trinkets they see in markets that reminds them of the other, usually that have functionality and could be useful in some way;

and handmade gifts, too! things they make from their long-life hobbies or their newly-found ones, be them paintings or wood carvings or scarves or whatever they craft

one day cody gives obi-wan a lightsaber leather holster and laughs at the face he makes. and obi-wan spends months giving cody and all his siblings in range crocheted blankets

they are really good at communication. misunderstandings happen in the beginning of their relationship sometimes, but honestly - they get real good at talking them out and just. being very honest with each other

they also bicker a lot more than people think, though they did that well before they started dating. it's just that now it also tends to deviate into flirting

and they notice every little thing about the other. cody can identify fifty-six different "i'm tired" smiles from obi-wan and obi-wan feels it the moment cody twitches. they are very well-versed in each other's body language. very.

on that note, they're the couple who know exactly how to make each other's drinks. obi-wan, who hates caf because it gives him terrible stomach aches, suddenly knows how to make it to cody's taste. and viceversa, cody learns everything there is to know about tea

their siblings tease them the ever-loving shit out of them for it. anakin is a bit oblivious at first and wonders why does obi-wan have a caf machine in his rooms now that he moved out, because he hates that stuff; meanwhile rex and the rest are basically telling cody to start a tea house

when they fight, they do it behind close doors. it's very rare for them to go beyond annoyed with each other, but it happens, and when it does, they make sure to express their displeasure only once they're in their home

now, when they make-up, they have a thorough conversation about it (it can't be helped, that's how obi-wan was raised) and then cuddle for the longest time and kiss each other a lot. like a lot a lot

talking about kisses, cody and obi-wan kiss. so much. not only on the mouth but also. if obi-wan is standing making tea, and cody passes him by, he drops a kiss on his shoulder. if cody is reading reports, obi-wan might get behind him and kiss the crown of his head. very casual cheek kisses, and tender temple kisses, and playful kisses on the nose. every kiss ever

conclusion cody and obi-wan date like two old men in love and will keep doing so for fifty more years, thank you for coming to my ted talk

that is all folks! i hope you enjoyed this. i've been thinking of opening codywan headcanons requests. should i? would you guys like that? i feel like i've got lots of thoughts about them and no such energy to put them all into fics. anyway say something if yes? i guess? lol.

love y'all,

―pau.

[shadowmaat]

Drink Caf and Know Things (or not)

Rex sat in the tiny caf shop, nursing a caf long gone cold. His head was too full for the rowdiness of 79's, and alcohol wouldn't mix well with his emotions anyway, even if Skywalker had given them all vouchers. Fives was dead, and they only had this last night to mourn him before they shipped out again in the morning.

The bell above the door jingled and Rex looked up. A familiar face slouched in, nodded at him, and headed for the register. His hands tightened around his mug. Naturally Fox would find him here. The bastard had eyes everywhere.

At least Fox was in his civvies; a ratty, oversized hoodie advertising Mercy's Garage, a pair of equally ratty jeans, and boots he'd probably confiscated from a natborn officer.

Steaming caf in hand, Fox made his way over to Rex's table and sat.

"Captain," he said, sipping his drink and sighing in appreciation.

"Commander," Rex replied, wary.

"Thanks for submitting that report," Fox said. "I know it isn't easy when it's one of your own that turns."

"Yeah." Rex grimaced, then grimaced again as he took a sip of his own stone-cold caf. "First Cody's man, Slick, and now this." He took another sip.

"I'll forward you my own report once I've got everything analyzed."

And that was Fox to a T: meticulous attention to detail, bordering on obsessive, at times. It had only gotten worse on Coruscant, where bureaucracy was the lifeblood of the upper echelons of power.

"Appreciate it." Rex abandoned his mug and rubbed his temples. "I just wish I could understand why. He was a good soldier until this. A little annoying at times, but who isn't?"

Fox snorted. "That way lies madness, Cap. Everyone has a cracking point, and with the way this war is dragging on..." He shrugged.

Anger washed through him, along with the pulsing mantra of Why Fives? that had been a constant in his head since this shitshow had begun.

"And that thing about us having chips in our head." He let out a huff of frustration, and glanced up to see Fox watching him with sharp-eyed attention that immediately disappeared under a veneer of indifference.

"Anything to that?" Fox took another swig of coffee.

Rex frowned at him, not allowing himself to be distracted by the faint whiff of vanilla coming from Fox's mug.

"No," he said, watching the Commander closely. "I had Kix look through all his records. Plenty of scans showing plenty of brain trauma, a couple cases of parasites I don't want to think about, and one trooper who got a piece of shrapnel embedded in his skull, but nothing that looked like a chip."

There was a brief flash of disappointment, there and gone so fast Rex wondered if he imagined it. Fox nodded.

"Right. Well, if you hear any more, my inbox is always open." He stood, gulping down the rest of his vanilla latte and setting the mug on the table. "I'll let you get back to your brooding."

Rex scowled up at him. "I'm not brooding!"

He wasn't. There was a difference between brooding and thinking deeply on something important.

"Whatever you say, Captain Broody."

Rex threw a sugar packet at him as he headed for the door, but the bastard actually caught it.

"Oh, and Rex?" Fox turned back to look at him, all hint of amusement gone. "I am sorry. It's never easy having to put down one of our own."

Rex shrugged, the grief heavy in his chest. "He tried to kill the Chancellor. You had your orders."

"Yeah, I did." The bell jingled as Fox opened the door. "Doesn't mean it was right."

He was gone before Rex could think of a response.

Taking both mugs back to the counter, Rex puzzled over Fox's behavior. Was the Commander acting weird or was he just imagining things? Like Fives had been imagining things. Ugh.

He got a fresh caf, a vanilla latte this time, and headed back to his table to broo- to think. Was this the end of it, or just the beginning?

[orangez3st]

Requested by @neverrrrrrrmind Hi Zest! I'm so glad you finally opened up fic requests because I have one I think you'll enjoy (cue L. Rex lol). Rex x reader (your pick. m/f/gn!) talking stage, third date, but it's karking awkward because Rex just isn't used to how forward the reader is. Thanks!

Had A Feeling That I Belonged

Captain Rex × GN!Reader 

✧ Summary: Your third date with Rex finally goes somewhere.

✧ Tags & Warnings: fluff, very soft, words of affirmation, first kiss, awkward(ish) third date per request (or more like on the way to said date), talking stage, L Rex, this turns sweet real quick, i mean it when i said this is soft, there's a surprise cameo in the beginning lol

✧ Word Count: 4.5k

✧ A/N: The ask was gone -_- but fortunately I screenshot it! And it's been a while since I wrote Rex 😮. Thank you for the request, vod—this was fun to write and I hope you like it! Listen mate I've never had talking stages because I've been dating my own friends, so apologies if this one's not coming out as one (and I never had awkward dates ever and I feel like this is kinda self-insert).

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𝑯𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆

— Fast Car - Tracy Chapman [X]

Rex looks around the platform. The area of the front gates to the GAR Headquarters compound are packed with fellow brothers on shore leave—some still either fully-kitted or half, some others adorning their sharp grey leave attire already. And tonight, he's one of the latter. His captain rank insignia and black boots polished, Rex clutches his hat close, the heat spots on his skin emitting Midnight Gauntlet that permeates the air around him and close.

The shuttle that carried him here along with other troopers from Force knows what battalion lets out a zuungg noise as it zips back its path, returning to its nation inside the establishment.

Coruscanti sun is merely inches away from kissing the unseen, skyscraper-covered horizon, and it's just like you've said in your messages before you tossed your entire bucket list in his face; Means more time for us!

“Rex?”

The 501st officer turns to the direction of the voice calling his name. His dark eyebrows rise nearly to his hairline as his attention focuses on another clone. Sick haircut that became the natborn GAR barber’s pride and glory and joy, teal markings on white plastoid and entirely on captain's single pauldron.

“Howzer,” Rex says, lips splitting into a wide smile. “Good to see you, ner vod.”

“And you,” Howzer grins, patting Rex in the back a couple of times as they trade a brief embrace in greeting. Before pulling away, Howzer sniffs. “Damn vod, you smell too good for a busy legion captain.”

Rex lets out a laugh. “What can I say? It's shore leave.”

“Yeah but I don't see your men anywhere near you.” Howzer rests his fists against his hips as he scans the vicinity. His warm amber eyes that mirror Rex's own return to him, scanning him up and down with curiosity. Then, it clicks. Broad grin, eyes sparking with mirth. “You sly son of a gundark. You going on a date?”

“Heh. You're probably the last one to know.”

“Am not. Unlike you, I read the group chat. Cody blasted about your first date gone awry. And I’m off-world. Some of us are stationed out there, y'know.”

Rex visibly grimaces at the mention of the first date with you. Something that involved him falling asleep on you in the movie theater because he didn't say the action genre bores him. Cody got agents (read: Boil and Waxer) to spy on him like the unbearable ori’vod he is. Hence why the group chat knows. It was a loud and repetitive talk across the week. Rex had to sleep under his own bed hoping to shut the life outside away. It was like his entire quarters could swallow him alive.

“Ah, uh, well…”

Howzer barks a laugh. “Udesii, vod. Absolutely no need to be embarrassed! You've never dated before—it’s fair! It's okay!”

Rex gives him a look. “Did you get that from Cody too?”

“Cody is a reliable source of intel. 100% true, never go wrong. And I like to keep up with the gossip.”

Rex sighs, glancing momentarily at the start of the pickup zone. Still no signs of you, yet. You said you'd pick him up. That's okay—he’ll wait. “So,” he begins, “What are you doing here? Quarterly report?”

“Yeah.” Howzer straightens up a little. “But I wish I could just do this monthly. Ryloth could be unbearable with the weather. I miss Coruscant.”

“Nobody ever said that. Except the patriotic enthusiasts.”

“Whatever, Rex.” Howzer nudges him. “It's the closest thing we could call home after Kamino—oh, would you look at that.”

A sleek sports speeder zips along the lane in the faraway distance, dark windshield catching the remaining sunlight just right and just beautiful. Engine throttling like a beast's vicious growl and music to your ears, you floor it, low to the surface, making all the taxi cabs pale in comparison to your ride and all the clones in the platform gawk at your nearing vehicle.

Rex bites his inner lip, his cheeks heating up. He didn't expect you'd be flashy like this. He knows you own this particular speeder, but he didn't expect you're taking it out for this date. And making a show too. You're blasting confidence—that’s what he exactly likes about you.

And that he's basically showing off he's got quite a partner. That's always a win for him.

The speeder parks just right in front of them, tinted windows staring back almost menacingly. Once it rolls down though, your favorite Huttese heavy metal band—the one with the guttural vocals—blasts through the sound systems with a satisfying amount of bass, your sunglasses-clad face smug and glowing in the dark interior of the car.

You nod in greeting. “Gentlemen.”

Howzer slaps Rex's shoulder while he's grinning at you. “Welcome to Grand Army Lost and Found. Looking for this particular guy right here?” He shakes the other captain who's already sporting a scowl on his face.

You laugh, already growing easy with another presence of clones. The unfamiliar clone is a captain too—you clock his single pauldron. Much like Rex, yet on the other side. “Yeah, he wandered off,” you indulge, taking your glasses and turning the music off altogether. Silence envelops your speeder except for the running engine. You smile up at Rex. “Hey, you. Hope I'm not too late?”

The blond captain shrugs one shoulder, seemingly annoyed that the other guy didn't get it at all. “No,” he tries to smile, “Don't worry about it.”

You grin. “Well hop on then, Captain.”

As Rex ducks in and makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat, Howzer leans down to the window's level, whistling as he scans the speeder interior. “Sweet ride.”

You subtly point at him. “Sweet haircut.”

Howzer flashes a grin, jabbing a thumb at Rex. “Unlike this loser right here.”

Rex lets out a laugh. A defeated one. The one that sounds like You're lucky I respect you as captain to captain, brother. If you'd been Cody, however…

A touch to his arm. He turns to look at your hand landing on his bicep, your thumb rubbing to ease some comfort in him—to ground him. You gimmick a huff. “Fortunately for me I like my men with buzz cuts just fine, Captain…?”

“Howzer,” the teal-marked captain says, “Have a good one, guys. Do I need to leave the you hurt him and we're all coming for you threat per tradition?”

You bark a laugh. “Do you want to? I've had enough of it from the entire command batch.”

Howzer waves you off, flashing one last smile. “Yeah, no need then.” Before leaning away from the window, he pats Rex once on the shoulder. “Take care, ner vod. See ya ���round.”

“You too.”

Howzer backs away, offering a lazy two-finger salute, his confident gait bringing him to another section of the platform that docked the shuttle to Command Center. Rex lets out a big sigh. While he doesn't mind the other brothers meeting you, he hates the way he puts his guard too much up, as if he doesn't trust either you and his brothers. Kriff. He needs to be better at that.

The tinted window rolls up, jostling him out of his thoughts. He doesn't even realize he's been zoning out, only to be startled when you lay your hand on his, your touch warm and your frown concerned.

“Hey,” you lean into his space, “You feeling okay today?”

The sunlight sparks in your eyes, Rex notices, making it glow with a certain glint of beauty that he hasn't been unable to stop staring into since day one. He tries to smile again. “M’fine. Thanks for asking.”

You take a good look at him, your little smile lopsided. “I don't know,” you say, “You don't seem fine. Was that guy a bit too much?”

“No, he's just like that. I respect him. You know, captain to captain.”

“You're saying he's much cooler.”

“...well, kind of.”

“Cooler than you.”

Rex watches you. But what is he even looking for? Is he jealous?

Your hand remains where it is. His hand remains where it is. Unmoving. He lets you. And he's feeling stupid for not turning it over so your palm meets his, so he can hold your hand. He hasn't found that kind of courage yet. Maybe soon.

“Look, Rex,” you begin, “Only because he's got that sick jaw scar and even sicker haircut doesn't mean I'm fawning all over him.”

The tense in his shoulders melts away. Yeah definitely jealous, he can almost hear Wolffe sneering at him. “I mean I understand if you adore him at first sight,” he says.

“Did you hear yourself?” you scoff, “Why am I even agreeing on a third date then? I could just toss you out and drag him in instead if I wanna take the other guy out. I want you.”

You freeze. Rex freezes.

Huh. Same braincell.

Rex mentally banishes away certainly inappropriate images of you and dropkicks them into the void before it could take form. “Uh, go again?”

You stammer. “Kriff, I mean…” Is it too late to shriek at your own stupidity? “I want this date. With you. You're great. I mean, you're okay. You're…”

“You're great,” Rex firmly declares, the smile on his lips now soft and genuine, “We’re… fit together. Last two dates were great, and I wanted more.” Fierfek, not again. “Dates. More dates. Definitely more dates.”

There's a pause before you both burst out laughing. “We haven't even gone through this one! And, well.” You settle back to your seat. “Do tell me if you want something more.”

It is at that moment that Rex knows he wants to crawl into the darkest hole he can find in your speeder and hide there till the next morning.

You giggle at his practically flaming cheeks. “Stars Rex, you're adorable.”

He chooses his usual out; a single, awkward, slightly dismissive laugh—a plain and light ha ha ha that somehow makes your smile grow even wider. You're enjoying this and he knows. “Would you stop?”

“I don't think so,” you smugly reply, bringing your speeder back up toward the nearest skylane and away from the military compound. “Hey. Seatbelts.”

“Oh shoot, right. Sorry.” Rex scrambles to get it on. “I don't mind music, anyway.”

You acknowledge with a hum, setting the volume low first so you can hear each other talking before turning your systems on again. After a banter on current mood on genre, you let Rex choose a relaxing acoustic album for the evening. Maybe you should set some ground rules for this. Odd number of dates is his decision, even number yours. Yeah, that'd work.

“So um,” Rex starts, staring out the window and watching other speeders zip by, “What's the plan for today?”

You smile. You're happy he's on board with your tendency to wing it—your bucket list is merely formality, a place to write stuff down so you can roulette it at a later date. And not like he knows exactly what activities should be done—he’s never gone out with anyone else before. You're his first, ever, and that's something. It makes you feel… honored.

Rex is a skilled front-line soldier. A clone. Clones intrigue you as opposed to make you feel disgusted. They're humans, so what? They're the same. They deserve to have fun and have relationships. And you're glad your position puts you able to provide Rex with whatever he wants—to make him happy, in a civilian way. Winning the war makes a fulfilled soldier, but fascinating niches in the society and hobbies and outings make a person happy.

“What's your mood today?” you ask instead, glancing at him once in a while, “A sit-and-talk dinner, or bulldozing through a crowd of people for street food?”

Rex raises his eyebrows at you. “We're gonna do dinner again?”

“If you want. And it was lunch, not dinner,” you chuckle, referring to your second date—Corellian buckwheat noodles. You hum, tapping your fingers against the wheel. “Or we can do a mall date, if you want? Grab a bite, get some pearl milk drink that you like, window shopping? I'm all in. I just want the quality time with you, Rex.”

Swear to Force, your straightforwardness always breaks through his tough guard. Maybe he's not as strong as he thought when he agreed to give you a chance. “Me too.” He can feel himself smiling, already thinking about spending time with you, uninterrupted, until curfew. “That actually sounds good.”

“Yeah?” you flash him a grin, “I can think of one perfect for that. I hope you don't mind walking a lot ‘cause it's gigantic. And it's half an hour drive away.”

“Whoa. Okay.”

You hum, setting your nav and swerving to another lane. Coruscant Prime has begun to set after all, a quarter top of it still peeking through the horizon before fully sinking in approximately one minute. The sky has drawn the darkest color of blue and night like blinds, fading inward to a set of pink and orange toward the sun. Realization settles in Rex that he's never really quite seen Coruscanti sunset before, yet sunsets in other planets are absolutely up to debate, no thanks to the skyscrapers.

“How’s work been this week?” Rex decides to ask.

“Oh well, nothing interesting. Meeting here, meeting there. Signing here. Cutting ribbons there. Smiling here, shaking hands there,” you tell him, “Same old stuff that a company heir would do.”

And… well, that's it. He hasn't figured out how in the galaxy you ended up interested in a guy like him. A clone. There's doubts, for sure, every time he stares at himself in the mirror every morning before reaching for his toothbrush. What do you find in him? And in every other moment, he just feels like… this may be good for his part. Beneficial. You've got connections, every single one of them wide, and are interplanetary.

Not that he'd use that, but who knows if the place where he came from needs that kind of intelligence? Only if you allow it, though. You may be open-minded to nearly everything he proposes since you've been welcoming to a new perspective toward life—a perspective from a war soldier himself—but asking for your favor, that kind of favor, must require second, third, tenth thoughts. And that makes him uncomfortable that you'd thought of him that way.

You look comfortable enough with this version of him; a laid back 12-hour-off-duty army captain that indulges you and would follow wherever you take him. Rex isn't sure you'd be comfortable with the other guy; a duty-centric army captain who feels much safer under blaster fire rather than in lavish social situations and lives on strategy and five-cream-two-sugars caf and whatever Skywalker's newest shit is every other day.

“Rex,” you call, not looking away from the traffic in front of you, “You're zoning out again.”

“S-sorry.” He mentally hits himself. “Just thinking.”

“Are you tired? We can hang out somewhere else closer so you can hit the bed early.”

Rex chuckles. “I always hit the bed early.”

“Yeah, that's bizarre of you. But good too. Circadian rhythm and all that.”

“Exactly.”

Silence.

“Um,” you hesitate, glancing over at him, one hand hovering over the nav, “So? Change course?”

“No! No, no need. I'm good,” Rex hurriedly says, gently putting your hand down, “Still up for that mall date. I'm sorry.”

You sigh. Either in relief or exasperation, Rex feels his heart sink anyway, and he hates that feeling. “Okay. Mall it is.”

“I'm really sorry,” Rex tries again, willing to see your smug smile again. He looks down at your hand, still underneath his, and dares himself to gently take it in his. “I’m just… not used to this.”

You let out a chuckle and intertwine your joined fingers together. “Rex, I understand. That's why these dates are for.” His stomach warms again at your reassurance. “You’re not used to all this. You're used to yelling commands and harsh battlefields. Briefing rooms, talking about your next campaign. And you know what? I get it. But you take your time getting used to it, okay?”

Then you bring his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand.

Rex’s breath stutters, warmth crawling up his arm and engulfing his entire body. “O-okay.”

You smile brightly at him, before returning to traffic. “But if something's up with you, you tell me.”

His smile is lopsided. “That I can do.”

“Good,” you grin. “And um, you know what, I'm driving to Uscru. We need some air now. Half an hour drive won't do, I think. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Rex shrugs, allowing you to let go of his hand so you'll focus driving instead. A cheeky smile slides into his lips. “But hey, I'm used to abrupt change of plans.”

You laugh, swerving to another lane in the intersection that'll take you to Uscru District. “That's one tendency in war, Captain. Not civvie social thing.”

“It's both, cyar’i—” Fierfek. Rex clears his throat. “It’s both.”

Your glance flicks his way, one eyebrow arching at the unfinished word. “What were you going to say?”

He shifts in the seat. “Nothing.”

“Hey, there was something.” You point your finger at him, your tone playful. “What was that?”

He often overhears Cody on the comm with his lover using the pet name. He can't help but maybe think about you too. How it feels on his tongue—is it right? Would you like a Mando'a pet name? Rex often murmurs the word under his breath, muting his helmet speakers and shutting his internal comm off while doing so. He had his own fight to say it enough in order not to adapt it as a second nature to him, to avoid himself from slipping in the future.

Yeah, well. He failed.

“Rex,” you singsong, “What was that? Please?”

Your hand is on his again, resting on his thigh. Rex nervously fiddles with his hat, and his resolve works against him. “It's a, uh, Mando'a word. Mandalorian tongue.”

“Mandalorian?” you prompt further, “You learned that somewhere else?”

“During training,” Rex goes to explain, sighing in relief that you don't ask for the meaning. “There were elective classes. Our trainers taught us informally, too. We were raised in bits and pieces of Mandalorian culture.”

You hum, taking the information in like a piece of treasure. One hand on the speeder and the other, clenched into a fist, propping your temple. Rex's insides flutter at the enchanting view. “Interesting,” you comment, sounding like a template response to whatever your business partner squawks about. “And what does it mean?”

Kriff. Jinxed it.

“It's uh,” Rex clears his throat again, already praying this moment to end as quick as it had made him slip, “It's a term of endearment.”

The moment it left his lips, your heart surges skyward, warmth filling every space in your chest that you don't know exists. “Really?” you awe, “What's that? ‘Love��?”

Rex slams his head into the headrest, hands covering his face. “No.”

You poke his thigh. He flinches. “‘Darling’?”

Cody you di'kut you better pay for this. “No.”

Your grin widens. The moment you found out that he squirms easily under your teasing game, you love doing just so to him since. “‘Baby’? ‘Cause you kinda are.”

Rex lets out a combination of a— sob? Groan? “Nooo. Stars, stopp…”

Laughing in satisfaction you tug on his sleeve. “Alright, alright. Hey, come on. But I'm not letting this go, you hear me?”

He releases a loud exasperated sigh, hands falling onto his thigh with a slap. “You're as bad as Hardcase. One of my heavy gunners. But you're much worse.”

“Aw, you love me.”

Okay, listen. The only mistake there is is using that phrase, which is said only among friends—completely platonic friends—to your date. A. Romantic. Date. The magic word hasn't been traded yet, but you believe you're building up to it. And both your slip-ups just ruined the entire varping thing. You hold the urge to groan. Or maybe not?

Anyway, you're silent. Your smile gone, but your eyes widen—terrified. And Rex notices that, his mouth has been gaping open since the sentence left your lips. The very lips he suddenly wants to touch with his own, pretty bad.

“I…”

Your eyes meet his. Even for only two seconds, there's intensity that Rex would be glad to drown himself in.

“Sorry,” you grimace, “Too soon?”

Rex is still frozen.

Blinking, you finally remember that your speeder has the goddamn autopilot feature. So at a speed of light you reset your course and switch it on, and fully return your attention to Rex, your speeder gliding on course.

Your hand moves forward to close his jaw. Once it snaps close, you take a deep breath, and let your hand fall to his lap, against his clothed forearm.

Rex breathes in the sight of you—he hasn't had the chance moments ago. 

You make sure to wear his favorite color. Oh, of course you know his favorite color. First meeting; you ask the most basic question in the world of get-to-know-your-soon-to-be-partner. His answer is blue. Maybe it's obvious, but maybe because he can't bring himself to think about any other color. White, perhaps, but he said blue. His markings. You took it to heart, wrote a little mental note and slapped it into the forefront of your brain so you'll always remember, and you do now. You make sure to impress him at first glance, to make him think that you think about him too. Because really, you do.

You're wearing blue today. His favorite color. His color, in fact. The exact shade of 501st.

“I don't wanna rush anything.” You're looking down at your hand in his lap, your voice drawing Rex out of his thoughts.

“It’s fine,” he says, not knowing why he said that.

“Yeah?” You meet his gaze with a teasing smile. “What's fine with you? More dates?”

Hypnotized by the deep pools of your eyes and the way your lips glow in the remaining light, Rex finds himself nodding. “More dates. Definitely. More dates.”

Your chuckle is a pleasant melody in Rex's ears, and brings him to the existence plane entirely. “More dates? We need to label whatever this is with something, eventually.”

“Can't agree more.” He bites back sir. Damn di'kutla habit. “I think… Are we okay? If we want to make this official or something?”

Then you do something unexpected. Or maybe he did expect that. Your smile’s been so wide it eventually blooms into a full laughter that you have to cover your mouth with your fist. Rex's own laugh comes out as a little hesitant—awkward—and his judgement unsure by your reaction. “I don't know how this should've worked,” he says, half-chuckling. Cody better kill me tonight. “Help me? Uh, a little?”

You nod, the remains of your sweet laughter lingering in the air. “Yes Rex, I think we're okay. Are you?”

“Uh huh,” he says, blinking at the way you lean forward and eating the distance between both of you. “I just… wanna see how this goes. Maybe there's something new to explore.”

You grin. “There'll be a lot of something new, Rex.”

First time that evening Rex releases a laugh. Not an awkward, hesitating laugh. Easy, unburdened, takes all the tightness out of his chest. It always feels like that with you (fine he's only been out for a date with you exactly three times BUT there's just something about you that makes him feel safe and constantly aware you're having his back because y'know it's always nice to have someone who actually cares about you).

“Rex.”

And the way his name rolls off your tongue that matches your playful demeanor and sweetness altogether… It's addictive.

“Rex, that was actually the cue if you want to kiss me.”

He blinks. “I—what?”

You nod. “Yeah. I mean, um, if you want. We've never… done. It. Kissing. We've never done it, you know.”

“Wait. Really? I remember we have.”

“Absolutely not. Who's the lucky dude you've been kissing all this time? A Clawdite?”

“Absolutely not,” Rex groans, completely horrified. “Maybe I've been imagining. Um. Things.”

You keep your chuckle low and your smile sweet. “Well, the invitation stands.”

Slowly, with determination burning in his chest, he takes your hand in his, keeping them rest in his lap. He rubs the rough pad of his thumb across your smoother knuckles, still building himself up for the moment, his thoughts running amok. You'd wait. He knows. You're that kind. In the end, his warm brown eyes meet yours, sparkling with newfound joy, for guidance.

“Tell me if I do something wrong?”

Silly worried man. “You won't do anything wrong for your first kiss.” Your smile fades comically as you pause. “Wait. Is it?”

He can't help the spot in the back of his neck that needs scratching somehow. “Um, yeah.”

You lean closer, your smile ever luminous. “Oh I suppose lucky me.”

There's only a little distance between you and Rex already, your breath fanning across his skin, before your lips softly press against one another. Yours are soft, like flower petals, and his tongue catches something sweet. Definitely lip gloss, Rex thinks. It's perfect. It's brief, but there's nothing better when the fire in you finally combusts into something so colorful. All your needs are finally fulfilled and all the greens and flowers in Naboo blossom into their peak beauty during the spring season.

Rex's breath catches—his mind goes through an electroshock and blanks when your lips move against his, nipping at his bottom lip and leaving him wanting for more. You pull away though, and Rex instinctively chases after you, pulling you closer by the hands and mashes his lips against yours once again. This time it lands just slightly off, onto the corner of your lips that it emits chuckles out of you.

Sloppy. But your sweet laughter is worth it. As is the moment you lift your hand away from his grasp to anchor him by the jaw and place a deeper kiss onto his awaiting lips. The touch once again awakes him, turning him fully aware to the moment, chasing after you again when you pull away—and right there, Rex decides he doesn't want to stop chasing you.

“There.” Your voice husky from the kiss, the effect is already stirring something wild and possibly untamed inside him. “You like?”

“Like.” Di'kut that's not the proper answer. “Very much,” he corrects, clearing his throat. “Did I… do it wrong?”

“Not at all. Just need a little adjusting, but it's perfect.” You lean closer teasingly. “Feels like you just need a little more practice.”

“...we still have that date.”

“Right! After the date, then!”

“Oh. Oh. Um, okay.”

Taglist: @yoursrosie @msmeredithrose @hellfiresky @filamentlights @heidnspeak @lucyysthings

[varpusvaras]

"So, like", Bly starts. He is definitely drunk at this point. So is Fox, to be honest, but he is still judging.

"So like what?" Fox asks.

"So, like, what is it?" Bly asks. "The thing."

"Maybe we should have this talk when your brain is not made of 80 percent of alcohol", Fox says.

"No no, we are having this now", Bly says. "Like, the thing. With the Queen and the Senator. Like, you know, I like Aayla because-"

"He's asking you what it is about them that makes you like them that much", Wolffe explains, promptly interrupting Bly, before he can start rambling about General Secura.

Fox knows he shouldn't say anything.

But then he looks at everybody else around the table. They are all grinning.

Yes, his brothers have been teasing him about his choices. Oh, Fox has gotten fancy while on the Triple-Zero. He does not care for the same things as us common folk. No, Fox likes the finer things now, like all the rich people around him.

Fox knows that his brothers are not really taking Bail and Breha seriously. They all respect them, like they should. Bail is not constantly putting himself in the middle of battles to help them and the people out, nor is Breha constantly pushing more credits and aid and trying to handle diplomatics to get better things for the army, for them all to disrespect them.

But Fox knows that they don't take Bail and Breha seriously. They are still rich people, royalty, nobility, people who have gotten used to nice things and nice things only. People who are nice and aspire to do good, but are still soft and delicate in their eyes.

So Fox opens his mouth.

"They are nice", he starts, because that is the starting point.

"Yeah, yeah, we all know that", Rex says. Fox glares at Cody, who in turn, smacks Rex on the arm.

"They treat me well", Fox continues. "And they are fun to be around."

"I'm starting to think that we have a very different understanding of fun these days", Bly grins. "What do you even do for fun? Sit on fancy couches and talk poetry? Do they kiss your hand as a good-bye when you leave?"

"Sometimes", Fox says. Wolffe gags. Fox glares at Cody again, who, in turn, smacks Wolffe on the back of his head.

"Hey, you all have to admit, it's very romantic", Ponds says. "It's very nice."

"Yeah, if sappy romance is all you want", Bly says.

Fox should really keep his mouth shut.

But no. No, he has been listening to this enough. It's time to shut them all up for good.

"You know that they have been married for well over ten years now?" He asks.

"Yeah?" Bly says.

"Do you know how much sex people have on average in long-term relationships?" Fox asks. "According to several databases, at least once a week. That's sex on average every four days. Now, count in your little alcoholic head, how much that is in over ten years."

Bly squints his eyes. Ponds leans his head on his hand.

"It's a lot", Fox says. "And how does it go, Rex? In your book, experience outranks everything?"

Rex pulls a face for being included all of a sudden. Too bad, he opened his mouth first.

"Yeah, but", he says. "Isn't Senator Organa on Coruscant a lot, and not at home on Alderaan?"

"Yes?" Fox tilts his head.

"So like, the calculation is off, then", Rex tries.

Fox grins.

"It is not", he says. "I'm here, too."

Rex looks disgusted. Wolffe gags again.

Cody smacks Fox. Fox smacks him back.

---

"Is everything alright with your brothers?" Bail asks.

"Yes?" Fox asks back. "Why?"

"I met up with a few of the Masters at the Temple earlier today", Bail says. "Some of your brothers were there, too. They seemed a bit...strange, all of a sudden."

"They are all idiots", Fox says. "Don't mind them."

Bail shakes his head.

"If you say so", he says. "Oh, by the way, Breha is coming to Coruscant, to attend a couple of galas and session for educational aid budgeting. She'll be staying a little over a week."

"Oh, that's nice", Fox smiles. "Sorry, I need to send a quick message."

CC >>>>>>>>

Fox: Hey I have to cancel our next two nights out, Breha's coming over

Cody: Okay, say hi to her

Wolffe: Why next two

Fox: She'll be staying for over a week

Wolffe: And?

Fox: Remember, on average, once a week. gotta get that second week's average as well

Fox has been temporarily banned from CC >>>>>>>>

[darthmalewife]

Clone Wars era trip to a planet where men dawning lavish dresses is the norm so to follow cultural tradition Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex and Cody all have to get dressed up and go to this big event

Cody looks fucking fabulous and he knows it, there is a slit in the dress showing off those toned legs and Obi-Wan is struggling to remember the point of the mission

Rex is having great fun, if he spins the fabric flows about and it amuses him greatly, also a Prince just told him he has a sweet ass?!

Obi-Wan looks like some kind of God, the fabric shimmers in the light, noone can keep their eyes off him [this is also how they find out he has 3 tattoos] and the dress is backless so several photos of that man's shoulders as he reaches to grab something are now online also Rex has to keep smacking Cody because he's been staring at his general's arms for quite some fucking time now

Anakin keeps getting mistaken for a Princess and he's not amused, not at the dress or the royalty comparisons he just fucking hates the colour "Obi-Wan, why do I have to wear lavender? It doesn't work with my pales tones everyone knows I look better in black!" "Anakin there are currently 3 women eyeing you up, stop complaining"

On an unrelated note Rex has just been offered a small city for someone's hand in marriage, Obi-Wan and Cody have been given one room to share because everyone thinks they're a couple [they will be if Cody keeps looking like that for much longer] and some politician has already sent Padme pictures of Anakin

There' a poll on the Holonet after pictures are released publicly:

[coline7373]

hi, so I kinda fell out of the codywan fandom for a while but I really like your taste based on your fic rec lists I've found. Is there any chance you'd share a couple of fics you liked from last year? Maybe ones that aren't so obvious (like the ones with thousands of kudos are pretty easy to find). If not sorry for bothering you it's not a must of course!

Missile Toes and White Banthas by Ace Raven of Clan Chaos (Music_is_life_2788) (1K)

Lifeday comes once a year, but the trauma of family gatherings is eternal.

A holiday gift exchange written for a holiday gift exchange - it's exchange inception XD

Light-hearted lifeday gift exchange. Rex is out of ideas. Codywan is around the corner and at the end. Sweet and fun!

You be my detonator by Saerus2665 (1K)

“I see they’re just letting anyone on rescue missions these days.” Ben says this as if he’s not currently lying crumpled on his side in a pool of blood in a cold, damp basement. Cody rolls his eyes and does one last quick scan of the room, before stepping around the two bodies on the floor. Or: Agent Ben Kenobi winds up in a sticky situation after a mission gone wrong. Luckily, Cody's there for the rescue.

Spies Modern AU Codywan!!! Not Mr & Mr SMith, they are working for the same side ;) Funny, witty and filled with action. The author makes the most of those 1K

Father War by prouvairablehulk (2K)

We’re damned, after all, through fortune and flame we fall - and if you can stay, then I’ll show you the way (In which 2224 is Cody is Kote is Kote, but more emphatically; or, the Cody-is-Mithras fic that came from being obsessed with my Masters Thesis and Clone Wars at the same time)

Funny. Lovely. And a companion in my mind of that fic in reverse, where it happens to Obi-Wan. But here, it is Kote who gets a little godhood. As a treat.

most things may never happen: this one will by jaigeye (2K)

Cody looks at the bombs bursting overhead. It's friendly fire, and he's beneath it. The heat spewing from it is swift and lacks remorse. It'll melt metal through your hands. Meat doesn't mean anything to light. It goes right through. 

This one isn’t codywan but, by God, if I’m recc-ing any fic, then I’m putting down this one as well. Cody-centric. Fantastic. And I do mean fantastic. About the clones and the droids in Star Wars, and the war and Cody and…

It made me crazy. Crazy.

Must . Read.

half-octopus stewjoni biology no-longer-WIP-now-published-HERE-on-AO3! by passeridae (4.9K)

"Say that again?" Cody pauses, halfway to armouring himself after his checkup, and looks over at Helix. Surely he'd misheard. Helix, eyes rolled towards the off-white ceiling of the medbay as if praying for patience, repeats, "I said, unless you've been having some exceptionally weird sex I don't know about, you've got a prostate tumour." "Weird sex," Cody parrots, his mind helpfully replaying the most debauched trysts he'd had with his General in the past few months. 

The fandom’s usual take for Stewjon is that it’s a hybrid of space!Scotland-Japan and its people are dualsex (even though it’s more often wrongly tagged intersex, which is not the same thing). Not here. Here, stewjoni are half-octopi. They aren’t(?) were-octopi, but half-octopi. Read to find out how. I promise it works. Don’t be frightened by the tags.

What I really liked (other than this little pearl of worldbuilding), is the change to the usual mpreg trope. It’s not Obi-Wan, it’s Cody who carries. It’s not a secret, the main parties involved know about it straight away. Cody is not having A Crisis, the idea makes him happy. Just very refreshing all around.

Medical practices done right. “Normal” pregnancy happening off-screen for a value of normal. “Normal” birth. Started as crack taken seriously then somehow veers sharply off course toward the last part as it becomes bittersweet and happy and joyful and philosophical. Reflection on attachment, the circle of life and all that. Future unknown but ends on a positive note. Loved it.

Dawn by Serie11 (7K)

Obi-Wan had thought of many possibilities, of what his and Cody's life after the war would look like. A child hadn't been among them.

Trans Obi-Wan. Unplanned Pregnancy. Tatooine AU. Heartbreaking. Good ending, though. You don’t stay heartbroken, even if you keep on crying.

Your Smile In Stone by ecarian (8k)

Wooley: can we arrest people for yelling this early? There were two figures standing at the foot of General Kenobi's statue with their backs to Wooley, an adult with a hood, and a child with light hair. The child was pointing at a puddle of Temple tookas who were curled up in General Kenobi’s lap, lounging in the stone folds of his robes, the bend of his knee. Wooley: belay that. Child nuisance.

Clones overthrow the Empire and then… Well.

New Republic and all that.  Sure. They are free, which is nothing to scoff at. But the Senate still voted for the end of the Republic and the jedi are still dead. Aren’t they?

The end… My heart, oh, my heart. Prepare handkerchiefs. By the buckload.

bell tower by smoosey (smooseys) (12K)

In gesture and word and deed, Obi-Wan had made it clear that he saw, in Cody, the same inpollutable, infinite thing that lit the stars. The same Force that had Obi-Wan supplicant his whole life long, luminous under daylight, luminous in the dark, luminous candle-lit, kneeling into the song of the Light. And Cody thinks a part of him has spent the long years since, too, on his knees – in grief, in penance, in duty, in love, and in his memory. But Obi-Wan is alive.

WIP, just once chapter, but what a chapter.

Between hallucinations and dreams, a real communication through the stars with the ghost of his former general or what the spirit of Cody, the purge soldier, concocted to protect himself, a poem, a delirium, a mea cupla screamed at the stars, a fantasy dreamed by a soldier eaten away by the horrors committed by his hands, the State he represents and the atrocities we undertake by ourselves, reality or imagination, metaphor of guilt and forgiveness or real and visceral torture.

PT-2224 made a mistake. Vader makes him pay. Cody is there and not there at the same time. An escape and a voluntary march of his executioner's body towards the final destination.

Incredible. Fantastic. A trip like no other.

Facile Felicity by br1ghtmouth (14K)

Primary functions are supposed to be useful: survive against all odds; shield one’s battalion; fight until the very last breath. Cody would prefer anything besides the bleeding heart he’s been dealt. Or: the General makes plans. Cody follows.

Very fun concept! Lovely characterisation! And, of course, my favorite No-O 66 AU!

True Plain Hearts do in the Faces Rest

by SpaceWall (21.9K)

“We won’t enforce whatever they put forward,” Adi said, “In fact, we won’t fight at all unless they guarantee the clones the right to pursue and refuse soulmate bonds as every citizen of the Republic may. (...)” “You could lose us the war.” “Or we could win it,” Obi-Wan pointed out, “and win it by deserving to, rather than by giving in to that which this order stands against.” Adi’s proposal to offer the senate a bald refusal passed unanimously.

I really liked this one and it’s partly because the codywan is not necessarily romantic. It’s not tagged as such and the connection only happens at the end so I think it’s up to the reader whether they imagine it happening later on or not. It wasn’t necessary for me. 

Cody and Obi-Wan connected on the level of their souls. Nothing, not even romance, can be more meaningful than that.

It was heart wrenching at times and it made me reflect a lot. Not everyone get their happy ending. It’s also a great new take on the soulmate trope and what The Sign is (colorblind vs colored vision, tattooed first/last words, dream/pain/sexual fantasy sharing, ect. And now, A True Smile!!! Because you smile with your eyes, which are the window to the soul. Get it?)

Turn it on to a new kind of bright by rolo_rulu, Saerus2665 (41K)

Someone rolls him over onto his back. “Hnnngh…” Ben blinks his eyes open. There’s a man looking down at him, haloed in the bright light of the sun. (...) “Are—are you an angel?” Ben finds himself saying. He doesn't know if it's the heat or his poor instinctive attempt at flirting that makes him say it. The man squints at him, brow furrowing, clearly caught off guard. “Uh—are you a banana?” OR: The one in which Cody is a hot surfer and Ben’s a biologist who just so happens to be filling in for his brother at his summer job at a perfectly normal, definitely not shady, beachside banana-stand.

Some levity in this recc list!!!! There is no great plot with the Fate of the Universe at stake. This is one of these delightful type of fic that are just… fanfic-y. I don’t know how else to describe it XD

The premise is crackish. The execution is hilarious. The author and artist who work on this (check their accounts out!) were obviously having a hell of a time on this LSD trip together. It also has its sweet moments, its aching moments, moments serious or sad.

Fox is there and amazing. Vos too, stealthily. Obi-Wan is A Nerd and so loveable for it. Cody is so freaking cool. The story keeps throwing you off and making you laugh. The art blows. Uncomplicated and yet rich and varied. Have a grand old time, without becoming anxious about the Meaning of Life Itself.

Just… a cute, funny love story. Happening in a Modern Setting. This is the king of stuff I’m on ao3 for. Gold stars.

Six Months In A Leaky Boat by passeridae (47K)

The year is 1998. Australia is fucked to hell and back, but its neighbour New Zealand is doing surprisingly alright. Well, if it wasn't for the supply shortages, persistent earthquakes, and the government's increasing heavy handed attempts at censorship. Cody, a presenter at Radio Hauraki, is particularly pissed about that last thing. And he knows just what to do about it, too — all they need is a boat. Radio Hauraki started life as pirate radio back in the sixties, what's stopping them from going back on the waves? Also, if his coworker, Obi-Wan, could stop making his life a living hell that'd be great, but Cody is pretty sure the world will end for real before that happens.

Modern Dystopia happening in a 90’s Alternative Universe. Activism. Civil disobedience. The author must be from NZ itself because how else would they have so much knowledge about the slang, the culture, the places? Historical accuracy used like a punch to punctuate the story’s point. Fail gay men. Gay love.

I love the idea of a couple uniting while they are constructing something. This story, though, is less about the boat itself, but the journey they take toward that point. It’s mostly from Cody’s POV while the world, society and democracy is slowly imploding around him. 

At first, he tries to obey the law because he doesn’t want to suffer from discrimination. But as the story goes on, he just can’t follow it anymore because to do so would be to let people die when he could have helped save them. And so he fights.

Various characters take this journey too, along-side him, in the background.

In an extremely vivid New-Zealand setting, with an original format (written, audio, pictures, links to songs…), a story all the more impactful by what we’re currently all living through, two men falling in love and many people rallying for Fairness and Justice.

Amazing.

|vidur viduvasario| by littlekaracan (76K)

There, peeking out from between the grasses, was the glittering and unmistakable head of a grass snake. Cody blinked. Twice. “I – “ he began, and realized he didn’t quite know what to say. “Forgive me, are you – the grass snake, there?” The grass snake’s head twitched – as if reacting to his voice. He saw a flash of its forked tongue, and – “That would be me, yes.”

Between fairytale, folks tale Shakespearean-flavored, and TCW medieval AU. Obi-Wan is not a were-snake or cursed or about to give Cody an apple. He’s just… a snake. And not. I cannot explain too much away without spoiling the story but it was great.

No big, galactic stakes. Just Cody living in a village with his many, many brothers and meeting a snake. That’s it.

Done so well I kept thinking about it for weeks afterwards. Lovely.

|slâfst du, friedel ziere| by littlekaracan (64K)

“Help me,” he whispered, desperate for something he could not understand, and could feel the dirt slowly trickling into the emptiness of his eyes.

A moment of silence, and the voice relented.

“Come to me,” it whispered, and he wanted nothing more. “Come to me, darling, and I will do my best.”

That author decided to slay their readers without mercy and I am here for it. Willing head on the chopping block. Chopchopchop.

2224 is starting to reach the end of his shelf life. Amidst a fevered dream (or a vision?), he embarks on a final mission. That he fails, of course, just like he failed at dying.

Past the reunion of two battered traumatized men, between a journey toward self-forgiveness and the acceptance of the horror of their past and present, a healing of the minds, while Cody’s body is hurling toward death.

Happy ending, of course. I couldn’t stand it otherwise. But boy, there was a knot in my throat the whole while. And that passage where Obi-Wan [insert spolier]... I had to stop to straight up cry.

|keep the wolves away| by littlekaracan (59K, so far)

They saw her around Mos Eisley, sometimes, lingering by the repair shop where her father worked or sitting atop the crates strewn about the street. She had strange eyes - aged and watchful and inquisitive, even more so perhaps than the other children around her, although all of them had grown up too early all the same. (...) There was something important that Reva Sevander had learned throughout the last hours she spent in what once had been a safe haven, lying atop her murdered clanmates and trying not to make a sound as the stench of their deaths grew more and more oppressive - nothing, least of all tomorrow, was ensured.

I have recc-ed this author and I will recc them again! This one is a WIP and it is announced codywan, which is why I gave myself permission to cheat by putting it there since where it stopped, it hasn’t happened yet. But, if it ever becomes finished, I know it will be as brilliant as the rest. 

For someone who had many, many, many, many critics about the Kenobi Show, how they created the character of Reva (who, by all right, should have been awesome) and that hasn’t found a fic where I was able to enjoy her, I was absolutely bowled over by how much it made me root for her.

Yoda and Obi-Wan go to the Temple, before they decide to split to fight Sidious and Anakin respectively. They find Reva. They pick her up. And then, of course, someone has to take her with them when they decide to hide. Spoiler alert: it’s not Yoda.

It’s told from the POV of Reva and Obi-Wan broke my heart as well as made me want to shake him until his teeth rattle. I would be hard pressed to find a child in a fanfic described and characterized so authentically. Obi-Wan goes straight on the Depression Train, like in the show, but he can’t just lie down and let himself starve and stew in his nightmares, because there’s a child who depends on him. Two jedi in a post-jedi world. One who should be starting their journey, but didn’t, and one who should be passing the flame to the next generation, but can’t. Jfc.

The End!

That’s it folks.

When I received the ask for a codywan recc list, I was in a waning enthusiasm period for codywan fics (not the ship itself!).

Because I’m very picky and I have dozens upon dozens of criterias for codywan “fics I loved so much I bookmark them and recommend them to everyone”. I could read literally all week sometimes and not find one fic that meet all these (very subjective and personal, mind you!) criterias.

It’s not ungratefulness for people writing fics (are you kidding?), it’s a matter of taste. Without new canon being produced, fandom/ship tend to stagnate a bit in terms of narrative after a while. It happens to literally every fandom I have been a part of and is no critic of anyone or anything. That’s just the nature of things.

But, well. Then, the number of fics that scratch all my itches and that I haven’t read yet start to get smaller and smaller until, to find new gems, I have to plow through hundreds of fics first.

But I considered it a challenge to myself and my habits and accepted it gladly! To shake things up and find actual new stuff, I put the restriction on myself to look only for fics last updated between 2023 and 2024.

Because I already made a recc list in 2022 and I wanted to give what I hadn’t seen yet a chance.

As you can see, some truly amazing stuff came out of this! If with this list I manage to make you discover new fics, I will consider it worth it!

At the time I am writing this, there’s still plenty of fics downloaded and waiting to be read on my e-reader. But we’re reaching the end of the year so I’m stopping it there so that people can enjoy the fics over the holidays.

If I find new things, I will edit it ;) As always, suggestions are always welcome too!

Meanwhile, enjoy, leave kudos for the authors, and happy reading!!!!

[mock-arts]

In honor of me not having any more bangs on the schedule for the year, here's part 1/2 of my 2023 cover collection! This portion 100% star wars. The next bit will be up tomorrow. I've started a cover collection tag for the compilations like this, but you can always look through all my bang art in my big bang tag. Though, not all of these were for big bangs. Eh, whatever.

Links and summaries below the cut!

Cover collection 2023

So There's this Guy by @catbuirs-alt & @elsaanna007 (art) (with more art by @anstarwar)

The war is over!

Jesse, Kix, Echo and Fives live together in an apartment on Coruscant.

Echo finds himself in a new romance with a beautiful woman named Hehna. After finding himself lacking in experience, Fives offers to help him out with advice and practice.

Unfortunately for Fives, this awakens some feelings he thought were buried deep and he doesn’t know what to do about them. He decides to put them aside and be happy that Echo has found someone.

Fives’ advice does help Echo become more confident with his new girlfriend, but something is holding him back. His thoughts keep returning to his best friend and he’s not the only one who notices. Will Fives keep his role as the best friend, or will Echo realize that his attraction to Hehna pales in comparison to his feelings for Fives?

Keep by @tallnegotiations (art)

Vader is a technical genius, it is a well-known fact. So, following his defeat at the hands of his old Master on Mustafar and the rise of the Empire, Vader executes his greatest act of genius to prove his dominance: he creates an artificial intelligence modeled after Obi-Wan Kenobi.

After the rise of the Empire, nothing remains of Commander Cody except for CC-2224, just another rank-and-file stormtrooper among many. He goes where he is told to go, shoots where he is told to shoot, and doesn't question it because good soldiers follow orders.

A droid told to be human meets a human told to be a droid. They meet somewhere in the middle.

(Tooka) Cat-Scratch Fever by @pebblish (art)

Luke is lonely, and instead of joining space bumble decides to cure the problem with a tooka cat. When he visits a shelter, he stumbles upon the most unadoptable feline there- a scarred, jet black, mangy creature that tears apart the homes of any who dare to adopt him.

Darth Vader has been turned into a tooka cat by his former Master, Darth Sidious. And now, he's been adopted by some blonde brat who has no idea who he's dealing with.

The pair of them are in for some startling revelations, and each will have to learn that what you want isn't always what you need.

I Wear My Sunglasses at Night by Trillium Orchid (art)

Force Osik can make things difficult and decidedly strange. Sith versions of Cody, Fox, Thorn, Thire, and Stone get switched with the bodies of their alternate selves that are from a near-cannon timeline…

They decide to Help Things- and manage to kill the Chancellor. Meanwhile, the vod’e that they switch with is trying to get back home and hop a few universes before getting switched back… after the Sith versions kill the Chancellor.

Ripple in the Universe by @darthtarvera (art)

Jango Fett has done many things in service to Mandalore. Tricking a couple of Jedi so he can use them to get to the heart of a conspiracy seems simple enough to add to the list. Get the Jedi, get to Mandalore, and find the traitors. One more step to take on his path to fix the mistakes from the last time he did this.

Ripples on the water can have longer-lasting effects than you might think. Jango Fett and Obi-Wan Kenobi meet years before they were supposed to.

This changes things.

An Hourglass in Hand by @ecarian (art) (with more art by @blog-o-randomness)

“I thought daemons didn’t eat,” Rex noted once, during a celebration feast, as he and Cody watched Boga devour her meal with some fascination. Varactyl she may be, but she was a tiny one. There wasn't much interior space for the truly momentous amount of meat she was ripping into. Boga daintily rubbed her beak against a folded serviette that looked kind of like a bird, and said, prim, “I can do anything a human can do.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan said mildly, from where he’d been tapping at a datapad. “Shall I save you a portion of these reports then?”

No Trophies, Only Prisoners by @diviluscorner (art)

Jango’s life took a wrong turn somewhere around Geonosis and spat him out years later to haunt one of his clones.

Or perhaps Jango doesn't realize the Force has other plans for him.

Every Shadow by @kenobster (art)

The days on Kadavo were long, but the nights moved quickly. Hundreds of pairs of wide, sleepless eyes haunted the space of the holding cells. Droves of terror clogged the heavy, sweaty air, and every sound, however faint, was like a physical ripple across the crowd. Every sound. The jingling of keys, the clicking of locks, the thudding of boots, and that’s how the nights on Kadavo started—with a gradual increase in the degree of quiet.

OR—during the mass casualty event following Kadavo and Zygerria, Obi-Wan and Anakin seek ways to cope with trauma.

[fluffykittensox]

Something I think everyone forgets about the clones from time to time, as said in ‘Attack of the Clones’ by Lama Su “They are totally obedient, taking any order without question. We modified their genetic structure to make them less independent then the original host”

Couple that, with the chips, and the average Clone trooper like Cody (listen I know he’s not average but I’m making a point here), would stand no chance countering orders he knows makes no sense & is wrong.

We see how hard Rex had to physically and mentally fight just to not shoot at Ahsoka for a few seconds.

And that’s another reason why they are called “The Bad Batch” too, troopers who don’t file reports, troopers more in line with the attitude of “the original host” Jango Fett. Pretty sure they weren’t created to be “more docile” like the majority.

(Lama Su literally said that of Boba “pure genetic replication no tampering to make it more docile” implying the clones as a whole are…)

So yeah even I’ve joked about it but in all fairness, the clones who killed all those Jedi really didn’t have a chance to fight back.

[fellthemarvelous]

The Last Battle

I think about this episode a lot.

They are in the middle of the rebellion against the Empire and get pulled into a Clone Wars battle, and we watch as Rex momentarily forgets where he is and calls out for Cody in an attempt to orient himself.

But this isn't the Clone Wars and almost all of Rex's friends are dead. He lost Anakin (I have no idea what he knows about Vader at this point). He lost Obi-Wan. And he eventually lost Ahsoka too (not long before this episode took place).

There are a couple of moments in this episode where Rex snaps at Ezra. ("Battles leave scars. Some you can't see." Kanan used it as a teaching moment for Ezra.) Ezra never fought in the Clone Wars. He was born the day Palpatine executed Order 66. Kanan had limited experience because he was so young when the war ended. Younger than Ahsoka. And Rex remembers having to fight against his own brothers in the end because he knew that Order 66 was wrong.

The war was traumatizing, and Ezra's inexperience mirrored Ahsoka's own inexperience when he first met her on the battlefield, but he met Ahsoka before he experienced all of the horrors of the Clone Wars, and he's meeting Ezra after surviving a war he was meant to die in.

He was used to a Jedi with a blue lightsaber and a Jedi with a green lightsaber leading him into battle together during the war, and once Ezra switched his lightsaber color to green after Malachor, Rex is seeing the same thing with Kanan and Ezra as he's heading into this battle against Kalani (the same droid general that Ahsoka, Saw, Lux, Steela, and the other Onderon rebels fought against during the Clone War...ironically all of the rebels were trained by Anakin and Rex).

And this battle did end in victory, but it was a victory for both sides. Ezra was able to find common ground between both sides. The Republic and the Separatists were both set up to lose and finally understood they had all been nothing more than pawns in a war that didn't make any sense.

This ends up being closure Rex needed. The clones and the droids had been programmed to fight in war and were decommissioned once they served their purpose. They were able to put aside their differences and work together when it mattered the most though.

And Rex lived to fight another day.

[totallyunidentified]

Finally Home

Word count: 3433

After years of searching Cody finds Obi Wan…or does he?

This has taken me months to finish and I don’t even know if I fully like it but here we go. I love codywan and they are endgame and I miss them and that’s all.

In all the years that he had been searching, Cody had never once thought that it would end like this. Under twin suns on a desert planet that he truly should have known to check first. After the Death Star had been destroyed it became a little easier to travel, the Empire losing so many men meant that their control relaxed more as you got further from the inner core worlds. The spaceport on Tatooine was a bustling hive of different species and creatures all just trying to get through the day. Cody looks for a place to rest for a moment, it was a long and tiring journey to get to Tatooine. He knew he could have stayed with Rex, Wolffe, and the rest of the rebels for a little longer but he knew that it was time to finish his search. He passes shop after shop before stopping at a little tea shop down an alley. It looked a little dusty, maybe even a little sketchy but appearances aren't everything. The tea shop is the first in a series of stops in what seems to be another wild goose chase. No one will give Cody an answer—without credits of course. Credits that Cody was in short supply of. He asks day after day until finally, someone tells him. There had been a Kenobi on Tatooine. “Had” being the key word. Cody had missed him by mere weeks.

“You must mean Old Ben, the human guy with a Coruscanti accent? Always wearing these heavy robes till the day he left with that Skywalker kid and two droids,” said one of the locals. Cody had not wanted to believe the next farmer he asked when the man had said that old Ben had never returned. If he was honest he had begun to lose hope anyway. After 17 years or so of searching one has to give up sometime right? Cody hadn’t, he had known he'd find Obi-Wan somewhere someday. Technically, he had, he was just too late.

The farmer he had spoken to was kind enough to drive him out to where “Ole Ben Kenobi” had lived for a small fee of course. The house is on an overhang looking out over the sands of Tatooine. An outpost with unobstructed views, the high ground. The farmer leaves him at the base looking up at the several flights of stairs. Cody groans knowing that this is not going to feel good tomorrow. Walking into the humble home that Obi-wan had kept for himself, Cody quickly gets a sense of how he had been living. There was a fine layer of dust over everything, it had been a while since the owner was home.

As he walks through the doorway, he notices a mirror behind the door and stops for a moment to study the man in the reflection. He realizes that even if he had found Obi-Wan, he might not have recognized the bearded and slightly longer-haired clone he had become, the wrinkles across his face didn’t suit someone who wasn’t even 34 yet. Cody notices a cloak haphazardly lying on the floor of a closet doorway. He can't help but chuckle as he is reminded of all the times he had picked up Obi-Wan’s cloaks before.

“General! It appears you lost something again!” Cody grins beneath his helmet as he watches his Jedi pause and whips his head around searching for his robe.“My dear I never lost it, you knew where it was the whole time did you not?” Obi-Wan flashes that smile that makes Cody’s heart skip a couple of beats. The smile that he is sure that if anyone fighting just looked at for more than a second, could end the war. “Really? Guess I can add robe collector to my official job description then.” “Oh no, nothing so menial as that you must not forget to add lightsaber collector to your resume also.” Obi-wan jests and despite the dirt covering his face, Cody swears that he has never seen someone so beautiful. “Maybe I could turn this into a part-time gig, the other Generals must lose their things all the time.” “I’m afraid not, dearest Cody. I fear I shall have to keep your particular skills to myself.” Obi-Wan takes the robe from Cody with a wink, their fingers brushing ever so slightly, and even through his gloves, Cody can feel the connection.

Cody smiles at the memory, groaning as he picks up the cloak. He carefully hangs the robe up in the closet, cleaning up after Obi-Wan once again. The Jedi had become a bit eccentric in his old age, the messy house a polar opposite to his former quarters at the Jedi Temple and on the cruiser where his room had been kept tidy. Just from where he stands at the front of the house he sees this is no longer the case. Obi-Wan had other things on his mind.

He moves further into the house, the clutter coming just short of disarray, He sees glimpses of the man he loves as he moves further in. Little details about the life that he should have been a part of. Tables stained with rings, little dents in the walls, scuff marks on the floors, proof that this house had been a home. The kitchen is difficult, there are scratches on the floor under the table and chairs. There are marks on the countertops and water stains near the sink. This kitchen had been lived in. Cody looks for some kind of food, something to help with at least some of the empty feelings. Looking through the cabinets he opens one and is overwhelmed by the scents that almost attack him. Throwing him back into yet another memory.

Obi-Wan had said it would be easy to find the droid. It should have been but the damn thing ran into a marketplace.

Undercover, Obi-Wan and Cody were in disguise, playing the couple who were simply at the market, searching for tea. While Obi-Wan was comfortable wearing a simple slightly worn-down robe, Cody was without his armor. The loose civilian shirt and pants have no weight nor the protection that his armor provided and he was only allowed a blaster on his hip. As they got ready Cody reminded Obi-Wan,

“Sir—I have the most recognizable face in the galaxy, how are we going to be inconspicuous?”

“You see my wonderful Cody. I did think of that. I grabbed this for you.”

Obi-wan brings his hand out of his robes holding—a hood? Cody can't exactly see what it is before Obi-Wan steps closer and puts the fabric around Cody’s head creating a hood.

“Genius as always sir—but this doesn't cover my face. It Isn't much of a disguise.”

Obi-wan takes the end of the fabric holding it up and across the bottom half of Cody’s face. Only his dark brown eyes can be seen.

“It is if you do this” Obi wan says grinning as he secures the fabric. They realize seemingly at the same time how close they are standing. Obi-Wan’s hand was still over Cody's shoulder and their faces were inches apart. He feels as if he is frozen in time as he stands close to Obi-Wan. For a moment he can imagine that this is real, that they truly were a couple simply out at the market for essentials. If they were, would they hold hands? Would they stand this close comfortably? Without care if they were allowed this one piece of sunshine in the darkness of a war?

Would Cody’s teasing about the endless tea that Obi-Wan collects end in a kiss on the cheek instead of a polite chuckle? These thoughts are all destined to be dreams, never reality. Cody clears his throat and looks out of the alley they had been hiding in. Now disguised as the couple–the pair continue down through the market. Eyes roaming the stands and crowds of people. Obi-Wan walks beside him, his arm hooked on Cody’s own.

“Wouldn't want to lose you”, Obi-Wan explains with a satisfied smile as Cody is glad that the redhead can't see the blush hidden by his mask. Surrounded by people and creatures from around the galaxy there are so many things to see, hear, and smell. Passing shop after shop the pair come upon a shop filled to the brim with different colored boxes and tins full of herbs and different teas. Cody looks over at Obi-Wan who is already grinning at him.

“Sir we don't have the time-” He tries to start but he is practically dragged into the tea shop by the Jedi general.

“Come now Cody, there is always time for tea. We haven't collected one for this mission have we?”

“No sir we haven’t,” Cody says, shaking his head but smiling. Obi-wan immediately begins to pursue the store, moving and investigating pile after pile of tea. Cody watches as Obi-Wan meticulously chooses a type of Deychin tea, one that is both of their favorites. They pay the attendant and Obi-Wan grabs Cody’s hand this time.

“Just to stay together,” Obi-wan reassures him. Cody wishes that he wasn't wearing gloves, cursing them the whole time they continue through the market. He wishes he had listened. That they had stayed together.

The cabinet Cody had opened contained one of every tea that Obi-Wan and Cody had collected over their years on different planets. Cody’s favorites remained untouched as if waiting for someone to appreciate them. He wonders if they are even good anymore. They had to be nearly two decades old by now. Yet, Obi-Wan had kept them. Simultaneously comforting and a little disquieting the scents come with the memories of times long gone, missions long finished. Obi-Wan had saved them, hoping that Cody would find him and that they'd be able to drink the tea together.

The stains on the counters, and dishes in the sink, just are further signs of the life that had occupied the house. Standing in the middle of the space, Cody can imagine himself finding Obi-Wan preparing tea and wrapping his arms around his waist to pull him in for an impromptu dance in the kitchen, their foreheads together no care in the galaxy but for the man in front of him. Again these would remain dreams wishes for a time that had passed without the chance to arrive in the first place.

From the kitchen Cody ventures into the bedroom, unlike the barren quarters he had held on The Negotiator, there are shelves of books and a small cot against the wall. Cody inspects the bookshelves, wanting more of an understanding of who the man he had loved became. Cody remembered how Obi-Wan had preferred using flimsi, claiming the datapads could hurt his eyes if used excessively. Upon closer inspection, one of the books on the shelf sits at an odd angle and Cody pushes it in; he hears a mechanical noise and takes his blaster out aiming it at the newly revealed shelf in the wall that holds several more books that Obi-Wan had not wanted found. Cody grabs one recognizing the little notebook Obi-Wan had carried around for most of the war.

It had been a harsh battle, scars would marr the landscape and soldiers alike for years to come. Cody finished talking to a group of shinies still shaken after their first fight before noticing a figure sitting under a tree alone. He nods to the troopers dismissing them with a hand to a shoulder, a handshake, and a salute as he tells them to get some rest. As he gets closer he realizes that Obi-Wan is asleep, a notebook just about to fall out of his hand.

Cody picks up the notebook, his heart sinking as he recognizes the names within. After every battle, Obi-Wan, his sweet kind hearted general, wrote every fallen vod’s name. No matter how long they had been with the 212th, every single man they lost was in one of the many journals Obi-Wan had filled out. Name after name filled the pages, even from the battles that Obi-Wan wasn't with them for. He flips back several pages looking for a specific name. Cody had entered it himself after they had left that hellhole of a planet. Umbara had taken up almost half a notebook.

Waxer had always helped Obi-Wan remember and gather the names of the journals. Now, the men all knew to bring the names straight to Obi-Wan or Cody, sometimes they even passed the journal around so the men could enter their brother's names themselves. Remembering their brothers who had marched on. Immortalizing those who marched forward. If you asked Cody, the ones who marched on weren't the ones who had fallen. It is the ones left living who have fallen behind. The ones left who wished that they could just march with their brothers again. The ones who stayed were cursed to hear their lost brother’s voice every day and yet they'd never hear them laugh again. Many had never had the chance to hold a photo of their brothers who marched on but would always see their faces. Cody looks past the journal smiling softly at his general asleep against the tree. He grabs the pen that Obi-Wan had been using and sits next to the sleeping Jedi. Setting his helmet beside him, He continues the list from where Obi-Wan had left off, two heavy pages later his own eyes start to droop as he yawns and settles back against the tree. He closes the notebook, sets it beside himself, and slowly lets himself relax enough to fall asleep next to Obi-wan. He startles awake when He feels Obi-Wan’s head rest on his shoulder. Looking at the clones who had also congregated around the pair leaning against their trees or their brothers he hoped none had noticed. His face burns with a blush as he looks down at Obi’s peaceful face he shrugs it's not like his brothers are oblivious, they often tease Cody about his affection for Obi-Wan anyway. Letting his head lean against Obi-Wan’s, Cody accepts his fate and falls back asleep.

Cody picks up the notebook sitting on top of the shelf, it’s the least used of the batch but it’s still about a third of the way full. He recognizes the names in this book as those of the Jedi, young and old. Names that Obi-Wan had grown up with, the names from the stories of Obi-Wan’s childhood. Stories told over fires and late nights over holo tables. He remembers the first name that Obi-Wan had put into the very first notebook, the name of his fallen master, now joined by his Jedi brethren.

The pages went on and on, as he flipped through the pages there were more spots where it seemed that a tear had fallen and landed on the page. He reaches the end and his heart stutters reading the names Ahsoka, Padme, Anakin, and Rex.

The last name is several blank pages later like Obi-Wan had wanted to give the name its own space. His name sits in the middle of the page, Cody. Alone, even in remembrance. His heart sinks seeing the stains surrounding the name.

The paper is warped around his name, evidence of the sorrow Obi-Wan had felt writing it down. Turning to another page he almost drops the notebook when he sees a letter addressed to him. His hands shake as he holds the notebook and as he reads, tears already begin to fall leaving identical marks to the ones his partner had left.

Dearest Cody, I don't believe that you will ever read this but on the odd chance you do, I have probably moved on. Not a day has passed that I haven't thought of you. From the second the suns rise to the minute the moon sets my thoughts are of you. I haven't felt your presence since that day on Utapau, perhaps whatever it was that caused the clones to turn and take you from me also blocked your presence from the force. I hope that should you ever find this, that you understand I never blamed you. I only wish that we could have had more time. I often wonder why the force would have brought us together just to tear us apart. I often try to find solace in the fact that you wouldn’t be alone. While I lost my family, you would always have your brothers. While we have been separated I have found solace in the fact that I will always have you. The memories we shared could never be erased from my mind, nor could they grow foggy with time as I regularly revisit them to see your face. I treasure the time we had together and only wish that we could have had more. I do hope that someday you find my humble dwelling, not home–not yet, not without you. For you know what they say, dearest Cody, home is where your heart is, but my heart was never here. I never said it aloud but just know I thought it every day, I love you, Cody. I think from the very first time we met. I continue to live and shall end my days with the hope I shall see you again, be it in this life or next. All my love, Obi Wan Kenobi

Cody can't help but stare at the letter for several more minutes. Re-reading and analyzing every single word on the paper. Throughout reading the letter, many of the warped places on the page were joined by twin marks right beside them. Cody had been mourned. That should bring some comfort, shouldn't it?

It doesn't. He hadn't been there. This house wasn't his, the chair on the front porch sat empty beside its partner. If he closes his eyes he can imagine what could have been, mornings beginning with tea out on the porch waiting for the pitter-patter of little feet to shatter the quiet of a peaceful sunrise. Cody knows Obi-Wan was good with kids, he raised Anakin and practically raised Ahsoka, if everything had gone the way it should have, would that have even been in the picture? Cody had never allowed himself to wonder. They would have adopted, of course, found children who needed a home.

After finishing the letter and replacing it in the wall with the others, He doesn't spend long in the bedroom; the sight of the robes still in the closet and the single wilted sunflower on the bedside table promise nothing but more tears.

Stepping back into the main room, the house now fully explored, Cody stands alone. Not an uncommon occurrence, but now the feeling is greater than ever. He had missed his chance at life. The years he had been given were short and most had been spent searching for what could never be found. However as he looks around the house that still sits in slight disarray he realizes that whatever the next years will bring, Obi-Wan has made him a home. Albeit unknowingly he had prepared this space that felt lived in and loved and cared for and now Cody will live just as Obi-Wan did, alone but with the knowledge that his partner had left him a haven. Away from the galaxy and the fight, no need to search any longer, for Obi-Wan is not lost and neither is Cody.

Now done with his search and feeling more at peace than he had in well his entire life, Cody makes his way back to the front of the house with a cup of tea in each hand. He sets one down next to a pot holding a newly blooming sunflower, reflecting the rays of the suns finally setting. Still holding the other, He sits in the rocking chair on the left looking out upon the planes of desert sand. He puts his hand on the armrest of the other chair and for one fleeting moment, he feels another hand on top of his. As he closes his eyes and finally relaxes, he does not know about the blue figure beside him that tells him "Welcome home dearest."

[nebulous-frog]

Some of us make mistakes (can I go back to bed yet?)

Finally as promised, I've actually posted the original POV I wrote for "We just have happy accidents".

(and I made a couple tweaks since I put it on the codywan nation community back in June)

Find it here on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63783262

Summary:

Rex fields a middle-of-the-night crisis call from Cody. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this fresh hell.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone Wars headcanons that have been rotting in my google docs

I like to believe that Padme teaches Ahsoka how to make friendship bracelets and she treats it as something sacred and spends an unholy amount of time making some for the people she cares about 

Master Plo gets the first one, Obi-Wan gets the second, Rex Cody and a couple of their boys get some more, Padme of course gets one, and Anakin gets one last 

The reason he was the last to get one is something Ahsoka will never admit out loud but she honestly wanted to take her time with his

And because of that Anakin permanently has a work of art on his wrist like everyone’s is gorgeous but his is something else entirely  

He thanks her truly and honestly thanks her and promises to keep it forever 

When Ahsoka jokingly calls him for breaking the orders rules he comments back “When have we ever listened to those rules” 

He keeps his promise too that bracelet never leaves his person 

He’s lost clothes lightsabers and even a couple of prosthetics but he always makes sure to go back for that bracelet

He eventually repays the gift in kind with a bracelet of his own 

It’s not the best made or pretties thing but Ahsoka can feel the love that was put into it so she makes the same promise he did years ago and keeps it too 

When the twins are born Ahsoka makes them both friendship bracelets 

At first they are small enough for their tiny wrists but she adds onto them as they grow older 

Ahsoka tears up when she finds that they all kept the bracelets she never thought they’d toss them or anything but seeing them decades later does hit her hard because they’re all in perfect condition 

Padme loves to “kidnap” Ahsoka whenever they have the time 

She’ll just request her protection on a diplomatic mission 

Sometimes it is an actual mission but Padme will still make time to take them to her favorite restaurants or cafes so they can have a little bit of downtime

When the war ends the tradition continues even tho everyone knows Ahsoka’s not really there as a security escort 

I find the visual of Anakin and Padme telling Ahsoka, Obi-wan, and Rex they’re married fucking hilarious 

Both Obi-Wan and Rex would try to act like they’ve been fooled truly they do but it all kinda breaks when Ahsoka asks “Wait we weren’t supposed to know?” 

Anakin is just as confused when he asks “What do you mean Soka? How could you have known?” 

And that’s when Ahsoka just starts laughing hysterically and it doesn’t take long for Obi-Wan and Rex to join in when he asks again all Ahsoka says is “Really? Kriffing look at you two” and doesn’t add much else 

Both Luke and Leia try to replicate Ahsoka’s face markings with various levels of success 

They often ask their mom for help and she’s always happy to do so Ahsoka gets filled with unimaginable amounts of joy when she sees her niece and nephew trying to look just like her 

Anakin often jokes that of course he’s not the favorite even in his own home like she’s not the first name that comes up whenever babysitting is on the table 

It’s also not a surprise that both Ahsoka and Obi-Wan become the twin's space equivalent of godparents 

It seems like a necessary precaution all things considered 

Neither of them takes the role lightly but they also vow that it won’t be needed and they do everything in their power to make it so 

After most missions it is very rare for Anakin to let Ahsoka and Obi-Wan out of his sight 

Ahsoka never fights him on this and is perfectly happy to stay by his side and sleep in the living room like they often do 

Sometimes Obi-Wan is called away for a meeting with the council and can’t stay with the two but that doesn’t stop him from joining them later on in the night even if they’re asleep 

Anything beats sleeping in his cold desolate room after some of the more dangerous missions 

Sometimes they’ll go a step further and call Padme just to check in with her and have her on the line as they watch some stupid rom-com

After some of the rougher missions it wasn’t uncommon for Ahsoka to pass out due to the physical and mental strain 

It also wasn’t uncommon for Anakin to give her a piggyback ride back to the ship 

He finds that people shoot him less looks when he’s carrying his padawan instead of holding her in a death grip and not letting go until it’s time to leave 

A lot of people thought they’d grow out of this habit but no it’s a trend that stays throughout their lives 

It just so happens that Ahsoka grows tall enough to return the ongoing favor  

It also didn’t stop at the battlefield either 

Sometimes Anakin would find her passed out in the archives or he would get a message that she was asleep in a friend's room 

And he’d always go to get her because what’s he gonna do leave her there? 

Sometimes when Ahsokas babysitting the kids Anakin will find her in a position that Obi-Wan often told him about 

Sitting in front of the TV with the twins curled up at her side 

And while Padme deems it her job to carry the twins off to their room Anakin takes his long-time role of carrying Ahsoka to hers 

(Because if you think she wouldn’t have a room in their house you’re crazy) 

Anakin always knew Ahsoka would grow up that’s just a part of life and how the universe works 

But nothing can describe the feeling of her growing taller than him 

Envy isn’t what he feels no matter how much people suggest he does sadness isn’t either it’s something deeper than that 

Bittersweet is the closest word he could find because after all there’s nothing quite like watching your younger sibling grow up

[keldabekush]

do you have any favorite fic recs that are fox/coruscant guard centered? there are a couple i've found that are really good but a lot of the fox tag is him in a more minor role with the focus on like cody or rex or jedi etc

Yeah i have a few! Here are some that i keep rereading - I'm putting them under the cut!

Politicians In My Eyes by jaigeye

Fox looks down at his armor, awash with blood. There are no identifying marks on him anymore. He's as red as Coruscant

CHTHONIC by catboydogma

Not even two days later, Fox revised his opinion. This wasn’t a disaster. This was a Grade-A, first order, fresh off the hot plate fuckfest. Fox’s day had gone something like this: lay in bed. Get up. Knock back some of the sludge in the mess masquerading as caf. Go through forms. Fill out forms. Bust open a closet in which the Senators for Uyter and Kinyen had both managed to get “stuck” in. Go through more forms. Fill out more forms. Get called up to the Senate dome to tell a Senator that no, the Guard did not address noise complaints. Find that the stack of datapads on his desk had somehow tripled over the last two hours. Despair at the state of his inbox. Etcetera, etcetera. And then.

dead dog (bye-bye baby blue) by batchmates

The way it happens is simple: at some point during your service in the Guard, you’ll lose time. The thing wiping the Guards’ memories gets sloppy and Fox remembers the order not to let Fives leave the surface alive. It changes everything and nothing at all.

Life During Wartime by chermit

Commander Fox has a lot on his plate: managing his Corries, filling out piles of forms, dealing with obnoxious Senators, and not thinking about the way he keeps waking up covered in other people's blood. All that considered, he really doesn't have time to deal with being investigated by the Captain of the 501st and the Head of the Jedi Order for two separate murders he (probably) didn't (want to) commit. But Fox is a soldier, and good soldiers follow orders, so when does he ever get what he wants?

Commander Fox's Guide to Touring Coruscant by kakashikrazy256

The painkiller he had been giving just half an hour prior is still working fine, leaving him relatively...alright. Nothing hurts particularly bad, but there’s a fuzziness layered over everything, making it hard to think too hard on anything beyond the first thoughts running through his head. Go inside. Find the rest. Sit down. Drink. Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t get caught. And...and just be there to properly enjoy the company of his brothers. Don’t forget these memories. / Fox gets injured but decides to keep it secret for the sake of his batchmates. For the prompt 'is that a bloodstain?!'

their days are darker by always_a_slut_for_hc

After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done. He is very, very wrong.

The Last Reason by meerlicht

Cody has a scar now, and it’s the only thing that differentiates him from Fox appearance-wise. For one, they both have the same circles under their eyes. Fox assumes that’s what comes with being a Commander. Their hands are the same, too, damaged and bruised at all times. But the biggest difference Fox sees when he looks at Cody isn’t the scar. It’s the rage. Cody doesn’t wear that same rage. Fox’s hands ache with the need to punch something.   Or: Fox dealing with Senators, little brothers, the terrifying ordeal of asking for help and a menace called Quinlan Vos.