#obi-wan's going in bois

[is-there-an-echo-in-here]

I Would Give You the Sky

Read part one here, or read both parts on my Ao3

. . .

His Kiss (Part 2/3)

Cody was not a pilot.

Cody was a commander first, a foot soldier who got in the mud and the grime with his men, who got his hands dirty, who took fire, leading from the front. Cody took his leadership role very seriously. As such, leading from the front sometimes meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

“Commander,” said Obi-Wan, flitting a quick look over Cody’s pilot uniform. “Is this the best strategy?”

Cody hummed, tucked his helmet under his arm. “I believe so, sir. This separatist base is unlike others we have encountered; to infiltrate from the ground would result in the loss of over half the battalion. This is safer, and wiser. The pilots are skilled. They will take the base, sir, I guarantee it.”

He was right, of course. The base was situated on a pillar, miles of unsheltered ground surrounding it. It would be impossible to mount an attack from the ground without being seen, and the separatists were well positioned with higher ground. Cody’s plan, to use the low cloud layer that came in at nightfall as cover for their fleet of pilots, was the superior option. The men were decidedly skilled in the air, Obi-Wan knew that.

Cody was no different, highly competent on foot and in every vehicle in the republic army. The clones had been trained in every situation imaginable and Cody had excelled in all, from the earliest age.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Obi-Wan uttered regardless. “Are you certain you wish for us to split up?”

Those expressive eyes flitted over to him, amber reflecting the lights of the hangar. “Do you doubt me, sir?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, a twitch to the corner of his mouth. “Never,” he said with absolute certainty.

“Are you concerned about mounting a ground attack?”

Obi-Wan blinked hard at him. “No, of course not,” he said, not wishing for his commander to believe him cowardly or untrusting of his plan.

Cody held his gaze, searching out his face, and Obi-Wan had to remind himself not to hold his breath.

Things had been different between them recently. It had been a month or so since the supernova, since Cody had used his first name for the first time. They had become closer for it; Cody seemed more at ease around him and, in fact, in general. He had even started taking the occasional break from endless reports and schematics, and, when they were alone, he never called him General Kenobi.

It was doing something to him, perhaps. Obi-Wan found himself increasingly reluctant to greenlight high-risk missions, knowing that his commander, to whom he had become so close, would be at the forefront of the danger.

“Sir,” Cody said, since they were around the men, within earshot of the others who would be taking to the skies, “there’s no need to worry. I know there will be casualties, but we both know a clean mission is near impossible.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I know, commander. I do not doubt you or your men.”

Regardless, he could not fall to attachment. Whatever happens, will happen. Obi-Wan could only do his best to protect the men within his control to protect, and Cody was not one of those men. All he could do for Cody was hope that his commander would be safe.

Hope carried him through watching the pilots take their jets; Cody saw himself off with a two-fingered salute in his general’s direction from the cockpit of his fighter. Hope carried him through watching the sun sink below the horizon from their temporary base beyond the northern ridge of the wide, rock flats. Hope carried him over and down the hill into the open space, leading his men with his lightsaber drawn, meeting the separatist foot soldiers that were deployed in place of the now destroyed cannons.

Ships battled overhead, precise shots exploding the turrets mounted on every angle of the tower. Obi-Wan led his men into the fight when the separatists were down to their fighters and foot soldiers, storming the tower with the battalion at his back, and fighting his way through the army of droids that were released from the lowest doors of the tower, meeting them head on. The separatist fighters tried to bomb them from above. Their own pilots protected the men on the ground as best they could.

“Commander,” Obi-Wan called into his comm unit, rocky debris showering over him from a narrowly avoided missile, “we need more cover down here!”

“You heard the general, boys,” Cody’s voice crackled through the comms and, above, Obi-Wan saw ships diving.

“General!” a voice called, and Obi-Wan snapped his gaze back to see Lieutenant Orbit gesturing to his platoon, pointing beyond the general. “Sir, the droids!”

Obi-Wan whipped around, eyes widening as he saw a new stream of separatist soldiers moving to outflank them. “Lieutenant, on me!”

He trusted the men to follow, and sprinted across the rock, slashing apart droids as he went, protecting his men from the blaster fire of the fresh wave of droids when they broke free of the current carnage, lightsaber slashing out to deflect their blaster fire back at them.

A shrill shriek hit his ears as he was slashing through the nearest droid, and Obi-Wan glanced up to see a missile screaming towards him. With less than a second to react, Obi-Wan flung a hand back to his men, knocking them away from the coming blast, using the force of his push to propel himself in the opposite direction, pushing himself to the other side of the droid flanks. The explosion threw him back mid-air.

Obi-Wan grunted as he tumbled back across the rock, scraping his hands up on the ground. He lifted his head with a soft groan when he came to a stop, finding himself a significant distance from his men.

“General,” a voice was saying over the comms, “general, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Obi-Wan muttered back, pushing himself up to his knees, rising to his feet as a squadron of droids approached, opening fire.

He slashed his saber out as he was forced back ever further from the battle.

Above him, no movement particularly out of the ordinary, but one that he felt drawn to in a way he could not yet understand, a droid fighter was barrelling towards the battlefield. Seeing no damage to the exterior, not even guns mounted, Obi-Wan realised with wide-eyed dread that it was a suicide bomber, a fighter laden with explosives that would do far greater damage than any missile.

“Take that ship down!” Cody’s voice yelled over the comms before he could do so himself.

Blaster fire redirected, from the air, from the ground, all desperately trying to damage the ship enough in the air for it to detonate with less harm. It was too fast, the shields too strong. One of their own fighter’s dived, making a beeline for the bomber.

A blaster bolt struck Obi-Wan’s shoulder. He slashed the offending droid in two. The ship flew headlong into the bomber.

The resulting explosion knocked men over on the ground, taking the back of their brave soldier’s ship clean off, eating away at the wings, leaving the cockpit and not much else, hurdling in a long trajectory towards the ground, nothing left to keep it in flight.

Obi-Wan watched with panic clutching his heart and widening his eyes as the ship barrelled down, screaming over his head in a ball of fire. He cast his hand out, gripping at the force, engulfing the ship. The descent slowed. The crash was more controlled, but it hit the ground all the same, screaming against the rock and spraying dust as it slammed and skidded to an eventual halt.

Obi-Wan whipped his saber back, ripping the remaining droids into pieces and kicking off in a sprint towards the downed vessel. He got on the comms in an instant.

“I have a ship down northeast of the base,” he called, as calmly as he could. “Likely to need a med-evac.”

“General, we’re pinned down here!” a voice crackled over the comms. “It’s going to be a minute!”

Obi-Wan bit back his frustration. “Understood. Quick as you can.”

He ran to the ship alone, his heart caught in a vice-like grip, because the closer he got, the clearer it became, the truth filling the force, latching onto Obi-Wan. He scaled the side of what remained of the fighter and slashed the shattered canopy open, dragging it back to reach the man inside, the pilot he realised he had known the identity of all along.

“Commander,” he said, practically a gasp, reaching in to grip Cody’s shoulder.

The commander’s helmet was drooping forward. He didn’t respond to Obi-Wan’s voice.

The jedi cast his lightsaber to the ground in favour of unclasping his commander and taking him under the arms, huffing as he hauled Cody from the cockpit. He had to carry the man over one shoulder to get him down to the ground. When he did, Obi-Wan laid him back slow and careful, hands coming to brace his neck, anxious to see the deep crack in his helmet, the dent that shadowed it. An absent hand lifted to his arm, gripping him in a weak hold.

“It’s alright, commander,” Obi-Wan said in a hurry, hands coming to the helmet. It was a relief to get a sign of life at least. “You’re alright. Let me get this off so I can take a look.”

He slid the helmet free, swallowing back a lump that rose to his throat as he set it to one side, because the damage that his helmet had taken had not protected Cody completely. Such a mess of blood matted his hair and leaked down his face that, for a moment, Obi-Wan struggled to identify the wound. He had to part Cody’s blood-slick hair to find the gash where his head had slammed forward.

Blood oozed in the light of his still ignited saber, dark against ashen skin, stuck in slick locks, clung to fluttering eyelashes. Obi-Wan cupped the side of his face to drag his thumb over Cody’s closed eye, wiping away the blinding mess as best he could.

“Commander, can you hear me?” Obi-Wan asked, taking the absent hum and the faint twitch of Cody’s fingers on his arm as a good sign. “Open your eyes.”

Cody did as he was told, as he always did, though his gaze was unfocused and didn’t settle on Obi-Wan’s face, drifting down and off to the side, languished blinks struggling to bring some direction. Obi-Wan pressed his thumb to the side of Cody’s jaw, guiding his head a fraction.

“Look at me,” he urged. “Just look at me now. That’s it. I’ve called for a medic, but they’re being held up. I need you to stay awake with me for a while, alright?

Cody’s lips pressed together, a hum rumbling his throat. “Took… a bit of a hit… general.”

“I know, it’s alright,” Obi-Wan murmured, his thumb stroking mindlessly at Cody’s cheek.

Low-lidded eyes searched across his face, reflecting the green glow of their limited light source. “Guess you… were right…” a convulsive swallow took his throat, chest heaving to compensate, “about… having a bad… feeling…”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said warningly as his voice faded, pressing both hands to his face now, holding him hard when his eyes slipped and fluttered. “Cody, you have to stay with me now, do you hear me? I need you here with me.”

Cody hummed, lips parting with a soft tremble. “Obi-Wan…”

His lips kept moving, but the words didn’t come. His eyes were all but closed.

Obi-Wan slipped a hand around the back of his head, hauling him up to his lap, aware the damage was likely more substantial than his head, but needing to hold him. “I’m here, Cody. I’m here, I need you to stay awake.” He traced the pad of his thumb across Cody’s cheekbone, fighting for his attention. “Cody, look at me.”

Dark, unfocused eyes fluttered vaguely upwards. Obi-Wan glanced up to follow that aimless gaze, seeing above that the cloud layer had been disturbed enough by fighters to create swirls of clear sky, countless stars shining down upon them.

“Do you know them…?” Cody whispered and Obi-Wan looked back to see him staring in a daze at the sky. “The stars…”

Obi-Wan nodded, so grateful to hear his voice still. “Yes,” he said, matching Cody’s soft tone, readjusting his grip on his commander. “Will you stay awake with me so I can tell you them? Cody?”

Cody’s eyes fluttered up at the stars. “’s… no time…”

“There is time,” Obi-Wan vowed, desperate to just keep him here long enough for help to arrive. “We have so much time, Cody. I swear to you, I am going to tell you everything I know about the stars.”

A faint twitch took the corner of Cody��s mouth, his eyes on Obi-Wan now, low and lacking in focus, but gazing up at his jedi. “Sounds… nice…” He turned his head a fraction to Obi-Wan’s chest, eyelashes fluttering through a laboured breath. “Obi…”

“General!” a voice called and Obi-Wan glanced back, a shaky exhale of relief taking his chest.

“Lieutenant Orbit,” he uttered, barely able to get his voice over a breath as the man approached, a handful of men at his back, one of whom—most vitally—wore the red symbol of a medic. “He has a deep laceration to the head,” Obi-Wan explained as the young medic came to kneel with them. “I’ve been keeping him conscious as best I can, but…”

“You did well, sir,” Patch said when he trailed uncertainly, eyes and hands already on Cody. “I can get him stable for transport, but we need to get him back to base as soon as possible.”

Cody groaned softly as Patch coaxed his head to turn so he could better tend the head injury. His eyes didn’t focus on the medic, even when prompted by Patch and by Obi-wan. He stared aimlessly above, watching the stars.

 . . .

Cody woke to a fabric ceiling and a ringing in his ears, and he squeezed his fluttering eyes shut with a stifled groan.

There was chatter around him when the shrill sounds of his suddenly conscious mind faded out, soft, muted. Men were moaning in pain to be met with gentle assurances. Cody turned his head, squinting to his side to find a sheet reaching from floor to ceiling, a privacy curtain. It shifted a fraction at one end before settling again, and Cody turned his head towards the sound of footsteps.

“Oh, sir, you’re awake.”

Cody blinked up at Patch, tracking the young medic’s movements as he sunk down beside him. “’m I in a field hospital?” he croaked, swallowing hard on a dry throat.

“Recovery unit, sir, yes.” Patch helped him drink a small amount of water before continuing. “Do you remember what happened?”

Cody’s brow furrowed. “My ship… My ship crashed.”

“Yes, sir, that’s right.”

“Obi—” Cody began, blinking some sense into himself because that was not right. “The general, was… was he there?”

Patch nodded. His eyes were very soft. “He was… and I said I would inform him when you woke. I can bring him here to see you if you’re feeling well enough?”

“I need to get to the… the command tent,” Cody mumbled, sliding his hands up the bedroll he lay on, struggling to get enough strength in his arms to push himself up.

A painful ache spasmed his chest and he fell back with a ragged gasp, eyes squeezing shut tight, reaching a hand to his sternum. Patch’s hands were on him.

“Sir, you need to rest. You’re in no condition to go anywhere. Please.”

Cody breathed through his nose, struggling not to give into the pain. A hand rested lightly over his own.

“You need to listen to your medic, commander.”

Cody blinked hard through opening his eyes, fighting to keep his gaze focused when he watched the man kneel on his other side. “General,” he uttered, trying to lift his head again, only half consciously.

Obi-Wan placed a hand to his head. Cody felt his fingertips stroke through his hair, pushing loose curls back from his face, and realised he must look quite a mess without it styled.

“Try not to move,” Obi-Wan said, though there was no chiding in his voice and, the longer Cody stared, the more he was certain of the softness in the Jedi’s expression.

“I need to see to the others,” said Patch and it was such a reasonable excuse to leave that Cody almost didn’t catch the glance he flitted between his general and his commander, almost missed the tiny quirk at the corner of the medic’s mouth, something akin to relief.

He watched the medic stand and exit, slipping out of the curtained area. His silhouette moved down and to the side, crouching in the space directly adjacent to Cody’s own, tending to another casualty. Cody’s eyes fluttered against his will.

“Sir,” he mumbled, turned his head back to blinked up at his general, “the tower… did we take it?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed, a shot of sympathy passing over his irises. “Yes, the men captured it.”

Cody stared up at him and the angle was so familiar. The roof of the tent became stars between swirling fog.

“Why…” Cody began, swallowed hard on his throat when his voice came small. “Why didn’t you leave me…? Your priority has to be—”

“Please, Cody, do not tell me what my priority has to be,” Obi-Wan interrupted, and there was a spark to him then, a moment of frustration that he breathed down. “You almost died.”

The furrow that had begun to pinch Cody’s brow only deepened. “That’s my job, sir…”

“To die?”

“To do whatever it takes… To complete the mission, to protect my men…”

Obi-Wan exhaled, closed his eyes. Regret tugged Cody’s heart, and he reached up to tap a light touch to his general’s wrist, just wishing to get his attention.

“Hey,” he said, softer now, “I’m okay. I’m okay because of you. I know you saved me.”

“You remember that?” Obi-Wan asked.

Cody shifted his jaw. “I remember looking up at the stars… and I remember your voice.”

Obi-Wan stared. Cody watched his lips move, part as if to speak, tremble softly, and press shut again. The commander noticed all this only because he was staring too, because he knew his general and he could read his expressions as well as his own, as well as his brothers. There was a hint of something he rarely caught sight of, something that his general often hid with such ease.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he murmured, and his Jedi’s jaw ticked softly. “Thank you… for saving me. I owe you my life.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze softened into something so sincere, something Cody quite often saw when the Jedi looked to him but never had anything to call it. “You owe me nothing.”

He leaned in, faltering, and Cody lifted his head on instinct, on some desperate need to be closer, and Obi-Wan closed the gap between them. In the second, less than a second, before their lips met, Cody realised that the expression was love.

The soft chatter of men was the only sound amidst Cody’s heartbeat. A single sheet of fabric separated them from being discovered. Obi-Wan’s hand slipped around to cradle the back of his head, his fingers stroking into the curls on the back of Cody’s head. His lips were rougher than Cody imagined, a callousness and a greed there that the commander could not help but drink in. A hand lifted to clutch at his Jedi’s arm.

It seemed to break the spell, his touch pushing the Jedi back despite using it to try and pull him closer. Obi-Wan leaned away from him, hand slipping away from Cody’s head. His eyes were wider now, a hand lifting absently to his lips.

“I… I’m sorry. Commander—”

“Shut up,” Cody whispered, laying his head back against the pillow, unable to stop the words from slipping out from breathless lips. He grabbed the man’s arm again. “Don’t run.”

Obi-Wan stared at him, swallowed hard. “Commander,” he said again, and Cody squeezed hard on his arm, as hard as he could, though he knew it came weak.

“Cody,” he uttered, keeping his voice soft, still entirely aware that there were men just outside, “my name is Cody.”

A beat of silence fell between them.

“Cody,” said Obi-Wan. “This… cannot happen. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I should never have…”

“You are the best Jedi I have ever encountered.” Cody spoke without any trace of doubt, meeting the man’s softly narrowed eyes. “This does not alter those thoughts in any way. Are you still aware that you could lose me on any mission?”

Obi-Wan hesitated a moment. “Yes.”

“Do you still want me to use your name when we’re alone?”

“… yes.”

Cody swallowed hard on the sudden lump in his throat, scarcely able to believe the words that were tumbled from his mouth. “Are you in love with me?”

The silence stretched out longer then. Cody forced himself not to pull his gaze away.

“I can give you time,” he uttered when it seemed the quiet would never end.

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You aren’t asking, I’m offering and I mean it. Take some time.” The corner of his mouth quirked softly, wondering if he could ever alleviate this foreign tension that seemed to have fallen between them. “If you don’t, then I’m afraid I’ll have to request you don’t kiss me again.”

Obi-Wan huffed softly and, for once, Cody could not read his emotions from it. He risked another gentle squeeze to the general’s arm.

“I will be your commander, whatever you decide.”

The Jedi exhaled, so soft that it was almost silent. “I am… I’m grateful to hear you say that. I will give you an answer, I promise… You should rest now.”

“Take your time,” Cody began to say, but his voice faded in speechless surprise as Obi-Wan slid his arm up to take his hand.

He ducked his head. His lips ghosted across Cody’s knuckles, pressing in at the tallest jut of bone. Cody stared, transfixed. He saw it in his mind’s eye even when the Jedi stood and made his silent exit, saw Obi-Wan’s lips part and pucker and press to his skin, felt the warmth across his lips and absent-mindedly pushed his tongue out to taste the echo of his general’s kiss.

When his gaze drifted back, allowing his eyes to slip shut again, he saw the swirling array of stars in the darkness of his closed eyes.

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[mercysong-tardis]

Deleted TCW scene. You KNOW Satine would visit Corosaunt during the summer for the view.

[milkcioccolato]

"A Night Out" page 3

He is just SO HAPPY!

My sweet little boy!

AND THE BEST HAS YET TO COME!!!!!

[penelopwgarcia]

comparing obi wan's to anakin's trajectory is a jackass move cause yeah, obi wan never had it easy and had plenty reasons to fall as well but he didn't have the pressure to be perfect as chosen one, he didn't have a fucking vulture preying on his relationships and overall life; he didn't have to take of a 14yo on the middle of a war when he was 19, yes he watched his mentor die but that's quite differently from dreaming about your mom being tortured to death for days and not been able to save her to then years later you have the same goddamn dream about your wife. the order you serve isn't the same anymore the republic you fought for isn't nearly as perfect and your mentor is asking you to spy on the only guy that seems reliable to you - but the same mentor lied to you before, you thought he had died, what more lies do the council are telling him now?

so yeah anakin lost many things and a lot of things happened to him but it's unfair to compare with obi wan life - who did lost many people - because they're way different. Anakin not only lost people and confidence and security he was also manipulated into slavery again and I'm so done with people treating him like a whiny baby that did stupid because he truly believed palpatine was going to help him - what evidence shows he wouldn't? palpatine preyed and groomed anakin since he was 9 and the jedi thought it was cool a child hanging out with a stranger but everyone going to point at the victim to choose what seemed the only way for him

[tragedy-for-sale]

Just thinking about how Umbara, Kadavo, the Rako Hardeen arc and Maul's returns are all back to back chronologically too not just in release.

[chiliger]

With the wing au, they're is a chance that Cody does a mating dance like the birds of paradise to seduce Obi-Wan

First of all, Tumblr ate this ask and I didn't know it existed until I logged on my desktop. Then I sat on this ask for like a week and half cuz each attempt to come up with a response just had me laughing at the mental image. And finally, last night, like the angels singing, I got a 3 a.m. spur of inspiration that allowed me to make:

This~

If mating dances were a thing, Cody would own it.

So, uh, thanks for the ask. Cuz without it, I would never have thought of making this great, silly drawing.

Cody's wing design inspired by "Take Flight, Brothers All" fic

[tennessoui]

au where obi-wan gets prophetic dreams of anakin’s fall but they’re the kenobi show montage dreams where nothing useful can be gleaned about how to stop it; so obi-wan decides he just needs to leave the order. anakin is only 12, he can be trained by another master. obi-wan didn’t even have a master when he was 12. anakin will be fine. stars, he’ll probably be better.

of course he’s not and of course obi-wan abandoning him pushes him closer to palpatine and he falls much sooner, becoming a baby sith that palpatine mostly farms out to dooku for training because anakin at 16, 17, 18 is a lot

and when he falls, the jedi order is like hm. we’re gonna tell kenobi about this. cause now skywalker is a sith with a sith master, and a grudge the size of coruscant against the guy who left him, so. let’s just give him a heads up to maybe consider going into hiding

but of COURSE when obi-wan hears his precious padawan STILL FELL he goes right to count dooku and asks to be his apprentice, he’d make such a good apprentice, dooku always liked him when he was qui-gon’s padawan, remember? now he could be his apprentice

dooku knows that with skywalker, 19 and well-trained now in the picture, his usefulness to sidious is running out, so he doesn’t have a lot of reasons to say no to kenobi. and kenobi is right. he did always like him when he was qui-gon’s apprentice, so sure he’ll give him a sith name (solence) and a red lightsaber (sick)

but basically this leads to very awkward sith family dinners where darth vader--is trying to kill darth solence with his eyes and sometimes the nearest oyster fork, darth solence is throwing sad kicked puppy expressions across the table at darth vader and sighing into his dessert pudding all the while debating with darth tyranus about how good the dark side could really be, i mean, if one were to really think about it, especially in comparison to the life we all led at the Temple, remember anakin? you loved life at the Temple.

darth sidious stopped accepting the invites five dinners ago.

[letteredlettered]

Another post just reminded me of an important PSA

Sokka is a better Ron Weasley and Xander Harris than Ron Weasley and Xander Harris ever were

Katara is a better Hermione Granger and Willow Rosenberg than Hermione Granger and Willow Rosenberg ever were

Zuko is a better Draco Malfoy than Draco Malfoy ever was canonically, but Spike is pretty great, even though yes, okay, we know, Zuko's redemption arc will always be superior

fight me

[comebackali]

with everything else going on in master & apprentice i literally FORGOT about qui gon saying, word for word, "oh, obi wan you're so mature for your age i forget you're only seventeen." multiple times in this book but HOLY SHIT i cannot believe they canonized that. that man is one insane giant walking red flag.

[bayonettassecondgf]

Someone get him noise canceling headphones

[sukugo]

obi-wan swallowing bodily fluid and anakin looking down at him with his dark eyes all big and innocent and earnest and going "master... do i taste good?"

[weepylucifer]

AND ANOTHER THING about hot sith girl summer, i've managed to write myself into addressing a common issue in the codywan fandom, but in a weird way: that thing where fandom sometimes treats cody like he's only there to babysit obi-wan and his every single thought and action revolves around obi-wan

like, you know who'd also think of cody as existing only in relation to obi-wan, as a kind of appendage of obi-wan? vader. it's probably the only reason he keeps cody alive after cody challenges him between chapter one and two. as bait to draw obi-wan out of hiding, and just to fuck with someone obi-wan held dear, to cause him pain. and wouldn't it be interesting if cody noticed this and started chafing at it, even as he also feels (irrational) guilt over what he did during order 66. and even when he escapes vader and takes up with maul, he expects the exact same treatment: to be treated as a thing that obi-wan owned, and that can now be used as a tool to exact revenge on obi-wan (but he and maul are actually going to have a rapport, weird and fucked up as that's going to be in its own right. but at least it will be true, equal-level codependence). so he's just like "oh it's gonna be the same humiliating dehumanizing shit again but at least i'm no longer in the empire... so i'll take it 🙄" (but then it is actually different, eventually, as maul begins to see the merit of cody as simply cody)

[anakinobsessed]

got the brotherhood book i fear who i'm going to become

[akunose]

Commander Cody has always been a good man, has always been the big brother. He's not good because of Obi-wan, Obi-wan liked him because he's good and they share the same sense of duty.

How hard is that to understand? Cody has been around in canon longer than all of your faves and you think he had no personality? Why is there such a double standard in regards to Order 66 and the chip retcon when it comes to him?

[merlyn-bane]

you know how sometimes you draw/write/create something, and you just know that it would make neckbeards on the internet, just, so mad? and you know how sometimes you draw/write/create something and you just know that neckbeards on the internet are going to want your head on a pike?

yeah

anyway please enjoy some Foelu Obi in his fancy robe! if you look close i promise his freckles are there