#we lost my fellow codywans

[kenobster]

ALRIGHT YALL THE TIME HAS COME.

First, I would like to give all of the obikins a very large pat on the back. I mean, think of where we once were... barely hanging on..... almost shot out of the competition every single round..... even though we all KNOW that there are many Obikin shippers out there. Then we found out about it! And we fought to correct it! And look at the difference now!!!! :')

In short, we're fucking badasses yall.

ANYWAY, THIS IS MY CAMPAIGN SPEECH FOR WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE OBIKIN (EVEN IF YOU DON'T SHIP IT 😊)

Believe it or not, I myself do not ship Obikin in the slightest. :D I like Obi-Wan & Anakin as besties/bros only. But I support the fuck out of Obikin shippers because they are some of the nicest people in this entire fandom. ❤️

However, despite being such wonderful people, Obikins still receive a disproportionate amount of hatred. Even in this very poll, people have been name-calling, ship-shaming, and being general assholes toward the Obikins to an extent they have not been toward other ships (examples below — 😬 yikes!).

Why does this mean that Obikin should win while Codywan should lose? I'm so glad you asked! See, the thing is... you wanna know something about a huge proportion of the Obikin haters? Yeah, you guessed it! They're often Codywan shippers! (More yikes examples below 🙃). Obviously not all Codywan shippers are like this, but damn — the amount of antis within the Codywan community is deeply unsettling. 😬

In other words.... whether you ship Obikin or not... wouldn't it be super fucking funny if, after almost managing to get us voted out, these pro-censorship bitches had to swallow the fact that they fucking lost? 😂

Okay. So maybe you ship Codywan but you also don't like how your fellow peers have treated us. Well, my friend, please remember that this is a silly poll that doesn't mean anything. Voter bias continues to be rampant. 😅 So let's find some common ground over our shared love of Obi-Wan and make those dickheads up above pay. And after everything, I promise to literally bite anyone who tries to rub an Obikin victory in a kinder Codywan shipper's face. ❤️

APPEAL TO THE REYLOS:

Surprisingly, Codywanners are not the only passionate Obikin haters. Stormpilot/FinnPoe shippers absolutely share this hatred:

Why does this matter? Well, I would like to take this opportunity to seek out some third-party potential voters. In other words, REYLO SHIPPERS! I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN HOW THE STORMPILOT/FINNPOE SHIPPERS HAVE TREATED YOU IN THE PAST. Let these two similarly hated fandoms unite! Vote Obikin for us, and I PROMISE YOU — when it is Reylo's hour of need, I will personally ensure the Obikin fandom musters the Rohirrim and fights for you!!! ❤️

APPEAL TO ANAKIN STANS:

ANAKIN STANS, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE SEEING THIS. I know you follow me in droves, and I am so very grateful for that. 🥰 If you love Anakin but don't ship him with Obi-Wan (or maybe don't even like Obi-Wan very much), you can still support us! Why? BECAUSE THESE BITCHES BE HATING ON YOU YOU, TOO! LOOK! 😩(Note that the ask on the right was sent to the OP in between rounds of this poll).

While both side's opinions on Obi-Wan might differ from time to time, the Obikin fandom loves Anakin with the same enthusiasm that YOU love Anakin. Please support us in our time of need. 🙏 😍

APPEAL TO REBELCAPTAIN SHIPPERS:

Jyn/Cassian shippers, I've been secretly rooting for you since I first started voting Obikin. To be totally honest, I am absolutely FLABBERGASTED that we beat you last round! This whole time, I've known that, if Obikin lost, I would've voted Rebelcaptain to the end! Why? Because out of all of the different shippers participating in this contest, you were the only fandom who didn't ceaselessly shit on the Obikin. Y'all are super awesome and probably aren't okay with ppl being mean. Honestly, I know my appeal to you is a weak one, but I can't put the situation any better than this one user put in their tags (hahaha):

FINAL APPEAL TO ALL SHIPS

If you private message me or send me an ask with a screenshot showing proof of your vote for Obikin in this poll, I commit to (within the next 2-3 months) writing a 100-word drabble for whatever your Star Wars OTP is (inclusive of the Obikin and Codywan ships).

I will only write one drabble per ship, but I will not be releasing the list of ships until after the poll's conclusion. Thus, the only way to know if your ship has been requested is to vote Obikin in the poll and send me that screenshot. :)

Since I am a super hardcore Star Wars fan and have consumed a LOT of legends and canon content, there are very few limitations to this offer. For example, I am familiar with ALL of the charcters within ships that have participated in all rounds of this poll. I am also familiar with characters beyond this poll, even ones only appearing in comics or books! If unsure, please feel free to ask if I'd be informed enough to write your ship (though, if you vote, I will give your OTP my best effort either way).

🥳 TLDR; VOTE OBIKIN! 🥳

P.S. I am sure I made typos in this post, especially in the image IDs beneath the read-more cut. This is unfortunately a one-woman show under an extremely time-sensitive thing lmao, so please show mercy. I promise I will show more attention to detali in my 100-word drabbles. :)

IMAGE IDS

First Image:

A series of three polls titled Best Star Wars Ship. In the first poll (titled Round Five concluded at 1,451 votes), Codywan finishes first place at 23.5%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Obikin, Scoundress, Rebelcaptain, Kanera, Dinluke, Kalluzeb) finish at percentages between 9.5% and 12.1% with Obikin at 11%. In the second poll (titled Round Six concluded at 1,995 votes), Codywan finishes first place at 20.9%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Obikin, Scoundress, Rebelcaptain, Kanera, Dinluke) finish at percentages between 10.5% and 16.3% with Obikin at 16.3%. In the third poll (titled Round Seven concluded at 2,927 votes), Codywan finishes first place at 17.8%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Obikin, Scoundress, Rebelcaptain, Kanera) finish at percentages between 16% and 17.3% with Obikin at 16.3%.

Second Image:

A series of three polls titled Best Star Wars Ship. In the first poll (titled Round Eight concluded at 3,005 votes), Obikin finishes first place at 22%. Other ships (Stormpilot, Rebelcaptain, Kanera) finished at percentages between 18.2% and 19.4%, and Codywan finished at 21.5%. In the second poll (titled Round Nine concluded at 3,164 votes), Obikin finishes first place at 26.7%. Stormpilot finished at 21.7%, Rebelcaptain finished at 25.9%, and Codywan finished at 25.7%. In the third poll (titled Round Ten concluded at 3,309 votes), Obikin finished first place at 39.6%, Codywan finished at 37.8%, and Rebelcaptain finished at 22.6%.

THIRD IMAGE (GENERAL OBIKIN HATE):

Screenshots of five users' reblog tags of and one user's comment on the miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user's tags: "#we cannot let obikin win." Second user's tags: "#can't believe ob*kin will not be defeated 💀." Third user's tags: "#this poll is giving me fucking hives i hate all of you people #polls #the obikin sweep on this makes me actively violent every time i see it good lord." Fourth user's tags: "#19% of YALL SHPI OBIKIN??!?!?! ELECTRIC CHAIR WITH A BUILTIN GUILLOTINE." Fifth user's tags: "#i don't care who wins i jus tneed obikin to lose #star wars #anti obikin." The one user's comment: "why ob*kin is even an option."

FOURTH IMAGE (CODYWAN'S OBIKIN HATE):

Screenshots of eight users' reblog tags of miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user's tags: "#i need everyone following me to vote either codywan or rebelcaptain. i don't care which i just need ob*kin to lose #please. #PLEASE." Second user's tags: "#yeah I voted codywan but now im saying VOTE REBELCAPTAIN #LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT" (15 hours ago - which is relevant because the only other option in the poll at that time was Obikin). Third user's tags: "#finnpoes let's combine forces with codywan #to defeat the obikins." Fourth user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#before i was voting to save contenders with less loyalty #now i just want codywan to win #sorry kanera 😭 #not a fan of obikin still being in the running." Fifth user's tags: "#YALL BETTER CHOOSE CODYWAN I STG MY CODYWAN FANART DIDNT HAVE A RESURGENCE TO HAVE IT LOOSE TO OBIKIN COME ON GUYS 💪💪💪💪." Sixth user's tags: "#I don't like whose winning #I love codywan but I gotta vote for finnpoe #for reference obik*n was winning when I reblogged this #love finnpoe." Seventh user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#codywan nation plz don't let obikin win #polls." Eighth user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#how did hanleia loose to fucking #lek* obikin *shudders*."

FIFTH IMAGE (REYLO APPEAL):

Screenshots of eight users' reblog tags of miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user's tags (who reblogged from codywanweek): "#we lost stormpilot RIP #WE CANNOT LET OBIKIN WIN #vote codywan #or rebelcaptain." Second user's tags: "#finnpoe #stormpilot #why the fuck is near incest winning." Third user's tags: "#finnpoe losing to obikin ?? ? this is wrong. guys." Fourth user's tags: "#finnpoe clowns its time to come together 🤡🤡🤡🤡 #together we can defeat ob*kin" Fifth user's and sixth user's tags are the same but are taken in the same screenshot showing that they are two different people. Those tags are "#FINNPOE CLOWNS I REFUSE TO LOSE TO OBIKIN."

SIXTH & SEVENTH IMAGES (ANAKIN STAN APPEAL):

Screenshot on Left (Sixth Image): Screenshots of eight users' reblog tags of miscellaneous rounds of the poll. First user reblogged from Tumblr user antianakin with these tags: "#BEAT OBIKIN! I DON'T CARE WHO WINS AS LONG AS OBIKIN LOSES!" Second user reblogged from Tumblr user antianakin with these tags: "#polls #I DONT CARE I NEED O**KIN TO LOOSE."

Screenshot on Right (Seventh Image): Screenshot of an anonymous ask stating "If you're still looking for controversial SW opinions. I know it's silly but I'm really tired of Anakin/Vader content. I'm interested somewhat in his character but I'm getting really bored. There's so many other characters that should be getting content but aren't! I just never really latched onto him and I'm tired of seeing him."

EIGHTH IMAGE (REBELCAPTAIN APPEAL):

Screenshot of a tumblr user's tags reblogged from jessequinnfirstofhername (OP of the poll). Tags state "#vote obikin y'all the codywan team is really mean for some reason 😔."

The Only Important Rule To Remember:

When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

Sadly, we must bid goodbye to Rebelcaptain. Allow me to salute all of the wonderful, dedicated Rebelcaptain fans who fought so valiantly for them. You got them into the final three! 🫡

…and then there were two.

This. Is. It.

It’s the battle of the Obi-Wan ships.

Will the winner be Obikin?

Or will it be Codywan?

Cast your votes for the last time to decide, once and for all... what is the best Star Wars ship of all time?

...oh, but remember, this is all just for fun! So don't take it too seriously ;)

Happy voting, and may the best ship win!

[esamastation]

Codywan prompt: CC-2224 was among the command clones whose final exam took place off Kamino at the nearby smugglers haven of Rishi. While performing maneuvers in an abandoned mountainous settlement, three clones were lost to a sudden rockslide, but only two bodies were recoverable, the third having disappeared into the rapids below. Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi had been hoping a simple mission to investigate a smuggling ring would go smoothly, but it seems the force had a different plan.

Obi-Wan has a feeling that the whole mission is some kind of ploy by the Jedi Council to force him to take a holiday. It has Yoda's fingerprints all over it.

Rishi moon is desolate in the exact way he strangely enjoys. It's liveable but uninhabitable, with galactic standard atmosphere but no arable soil and no plant life, with only sandy canyons and dunes and dry mountains and rocky plateaus, rough oceans and wild rivers that went whichever they damn well pleased. The swell of the planet on the night sky overhead is magnificent and overpoweringly bright even in night time and there's something terribly beautiful about being on a planet where no one lives.

Obi-Wan has no doubt that it is actually being used by probably thousands of smugglers as convenient place to hide illicitly acquired goods, it's just the sort of place for that kind for thing… but really – the place is so close to one of his old poems given actual physical form that it has to be intentional.

He's not sure if he's mortified or gratified that someone still remembered the thing – or that the Council thought this would be the sort of thing to help him unwind after Anakin nearly got himself killed, again. They're right, in a way, but by force he's not going to admit it.

Tucking up his hood, Obi-Wan breathes in and out, tasting the un-tasted air of the desolate moon, and lets himself be, for a moment, completely alone in the universe.

And then he feels a stuttering song of a life form, not far from him, quivering and unsteady. Someone is on the planet with him – and they aren't doing too well.

Obi-Wan immediately heads for them, of course – he is there on a mission to supposedly investigate smugglers after all, and this person must be one. Who else would be in such a remote, desolate place? And in either case, they're in trouble and as the only living person in several light years, Obi-Wan is likely the only one who could help.

He expects to find a crashed ship, maybe, or one that had been attacked, something of the nature. He doesn't expect to find a single man splayed open a shoreline of a lifeless river, unconscious and half drowning inside his strange, vaguely mandalorian armour.

"Oh dear," Obi-Wan murmurs, and forgoes trying to get to the man and simply levitates him off the water, and to himself. The man hangs limb in his hold, raining water from under the white plates, and holding him up in the force Obi-Wan gently checks for his breathing, his pulse.

It's weak, stuttering, but as Obi-Wan enforces the man with Force, it grows stronger. It's obvious he's been knocked about, and he'd almost drowned – there's certainly water in the man's lungs – but he's breathing and he's going to live. Obi-Wan touches the helmet, considering it, but… who knows, he might be from the Watch. It sounds like the helmet is offering some oxygen to the man, as it is. Best leave it.

"Well then," Obi-Wan murmurs, manoeuvring the man around with force and then lets him drop into his own awaiting arms. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, shall we?"

The way to his ship is too long – and it's one-seater anyway – so Obi-Wan searches in the Force until he finds a sheltered place, warm and welcoming in the Force. Obi-Wan could swoon at the sight of the place, when he makes it there – it's a cave in front of a natural hot spring.

"The very universe is conspiring to please me today," Obi-Wan sighs. "Keep this up and I will start waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or perhaps fear my own upcoming doom!"

He lays his rescuee on the warm rocks, making the man as comfortable as he can without removing the armour, and sits down to wait – soaking his feet in the water and trying to restrain himself from stripping and plunging right in. The man he saved is likely not the most trustworthy sort – better not risk it… just yet anyway.

Hedonism, this whole mission is pure Obi-Wan specific hedonism. Stars, Obi-Wan almost fears for whatever unpleasantness the Council is pre-emptively trying to make amends for this time.

-

Obi-Wan is meditating and almost dozing off in a pleasant, warm haze, when the armoured fellow finally wakes up. He does it in a strange mixture of relief, trust and comfort – and then, clashing all of that, he spots Obi-Wan and aims his blaster at him. The cycling of emotions is so rapid and sharp, that Obi-Wan doesn't even have the chance to reach for his lightsaber.

"Hello there – please don't shoot," Obi-Wan says as pleasantly as he can. "Be a shame to stain this fine pool with blood. Especially since I have done you no harm."

The blaster doesn't waver. "Who are you?" the man demands.

Obi-Wan smiles – he'd given a good deal of thought for his cover story, and had decided to go with the desert hobo one. He doesn't have the ship to play the smuggler, and he isn't dressed for it either – and who else would have any reason to come to a place like this, anyway? The desert hobo is an act that feels truest to his actual personality, too – even if it's only a secret part of him that only tends to come out in secret and poetry.

But what can he say – Rishi moon is beautiful.

"My name is Ben – I found you by the shore over there," he points towards the river, "half drowned and knocked about, judging by the looks of you. I think you took a tumble into the rapids, there. I picked you up and brought you here so that you'd get to recover and hopefully not get a cold."

There's a moment of silence, and then the man says, bland, "Colds are caused by viral infectious diseases not present on Rishi moon. The moon is barren."

"… you are right about that, but you still would have gotten cold," Obi-Wan says, not sure if to be amused or amazed. "Frostbite is no fun either."

"The temperatures here don't get low enough."

"Well, you're a very reassuring sort of man, aren't you," Obi-Wan says, amused. "I suppose you're alright then. Do you mind not pointing that thing at me, though? It's the least comforting thing about you."

There's a moment of hesitation, and then the armoured man puts the gun away. "Ben," he says slowly. "Your name is Ben."

"Yes?" Obi-Wan agrees, a little guiltily. It wasn't exactly a lie – he was known as Ben on some planet. Well, one planet. And now one moon. "That's me – how about you?"

The man doesn't answer, sitting up slowly and shoving his blaster into the holster. Then, watching Obi-Wan carefully, he checks his gauntlet, tapping something into a keypad and then lowering his arm. "Why are you here, Ben?"

Obi-Wan hums and then smiles, looking away. Interesting, very interesting. "I love places like these," he says, motioning to the vista in front of them, the open canyons carved into the landscape by the wild rivers. "There's so little in the galaxy that's so untouched. This place is so little use to so few people, so it's been left be. The only thing that's made any difference here is the wind, the weather, and the pull of the planet, and nothing else. It's… glorious."

Even through the armour he can tell the man he'd fished from the river is giving him an incredulous look. "Glorious?" he repeats.

"Nature of wild things," Obi-Wan agrees and kicks his foot in the water, sending ripples racing over the surface. "Wild nature and desolation of the universe, utter loneliness. We two are likely the only living souls on this whole system, with nothing but the emptiness of the universe all around us. It's glorious."

The armoured man just stares at him for a long, long time. Obi-Wan smiles a little wider as the armoured man looks up to the sky, like he's searching for what Obi-Wan is seeing. He hopes the man does see it.

"Glorious," the armoured man repeats. "Hm."

Obi-Wan grins wider and looks up as well. This is going to be a great mission, he can already tell. Maybe it will even be worth whatever indignity the Council would throw at him next. Who knows. For now, Obi-Wan thinks he's going to enjoy the company in loneliness and see what came of it.

-

And then they have adventures in Rishi moon while Obi-Wan shamelessly waxes poetry about desolate places and canyons and stuff and eventually gets to take his dip in the hot spring and Cody gets smacked over the head with “oh no, he’s completely ridiculous, I must protect him with my life.”

Not exactly what you asked for, but for a moment I got to live in a world where Obi-Wan might actually enjoy living on Tatooine one day and that was nice. Maybe Cody will live there too, enduring Obi-Wan’s bad poetry about the desert into his old age. That’d be nice too.

[thechaoticfanartist]

A Happy Ending For Everyone (Except Palpatine)

Words: 1416

Ships: Codywan,Grimsoka,Anidala

Characters: Rex, Cody, Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi-Wan, Grim (OC)

Summary: An AU where Grim successfully defeats Sidious and everyone lives in peace

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Four days ago everything had changed. Four days ago Chancellor Palpatine was killed after it was revealed that he was the secret Sith Lord. Four days ago The Clone War had ended. Four days ago there was a happy ending. Despite all of this joy, despite the war having ended, Sidious being dead, and a happy ending for all, there was one person who wasn’t happy. She knew she should be, she had succeeded, everyone was going to live now, and yet Grim, that was her name, wasn’t happy, in fact she was completely lost.

Grim currently sat in the room of a thousand fountains, meditating. Grim thought about everything that had happened in the past four days. She had won so why did she feel so lost? Grim guessed it was because she no longer had a purpose, a reason to be around. After all, her whole goal was to defeat Sidious, which she had done with much success. Now what was next? Grim didn’t know. “What’s wrong Grim?” asked Obi-Wan. The younger Jedi opened her eyes, and smiled at her former master. That was another one of the changes that had happened, Grim was knighted after defeating a Sith Lord, though she doubted that she was ready for that change, perhaps Grim wasn’t ready for any of the changes.

“I don’t know what’s next,” Grim replied. “For three years I’ve been fighting to save people, and now that I saved them I have no clue what to do. It’s like I’ve lost my purpose….does that make sense?” she asked.

“I believe it does, you’ve always talked about preventing the future, but you never did talk about what you wanted to do once you had succeeded,” Obi-Wan replied, he sat down beside his former padawan and gave her a gentle smile.

“That’s because I never thought about it,” Grim admitted. “Maybe I could be an archivist? I love learning, oh I could perhaps teach? I love teaching the little ones.”

“Do what makes you happy, Grim. You deserve your own happiness, there is nothing to stop you from doing what you would like.”

It had been ten years since then, and now Grim was a Jedi Master with a padawan of her own. Her padawan was one of the many Jedi she had saved by destroying Sidious, and he loved to boast about it. “My master destroyed a Sith Lord and saved me! What about your master?” he would say to the other padawans. Grim would merely laugh and shake her head.

“Sors, my young padawan, you cannot just go and boast around like that,” Grim would reply. Though a smile on her face would show she was amused.

Sors would look down and apologize, “sorry Master,” he would say, though a grin on his face revealed he wasn’t that sorry.

Today Grim was going to show Sors a nice mediation spot and teach him some meditation when she saw an old friend, “Master Skywalker!” Grim called a grin on her face. “How are you?”

“I am doing well Grim,” replied her fellow Master, several younglings were flocking him like ducklings and Grim couldn’t help but chuckle. Anakin noticed and rolled his eyes, “how have you been?”

“I’ve been well, I was just about to teach Sors some more meditation,” replied Grim. “Have you seen Master Kenobi or Master Tano?”

“Snips is busy, and our old master is doing council stuff,” Anakin replied. “Though I’ll let you know if I see them.”

“Thanks, Skywalker,” said Grim a grin on her face.

After night had fallen Grim tucked her young padawan in for bed and left to meet with her old friends. Tonight was the tenth anniversary of Sidious’s defeat and they had planned to go out to 79’s. “Hey Ash! Obi-Wan! Anakin!” Grim called upon seeing all of them waiting on her.

“Hey Grim,” they called back.

“What took you so long, babe?” Ahsoka asked, kissing her wife on the cheek.

“Had to wait until Sors was asleep,” Grim replied. “Padawans am I right?”

Obi-Wan laughed, “you finally got a taste of your own medicine?” he asked with a chuckle.

Grim rolled her eyes, “oh shut it, master,” she replied with a grin and a chuckle. “Where’s Codes and Rexter? I thought they were gonna meet us here.”

“They’re already inside,” Anakin replied.

“Then let’s go inside as well,” Grim said, and the four Jedi Masters headed inside.

“‘Nani! Dally!” cried Grim upon seeing her old friends. “How’s Tann?” she asked.

“Y’know her, she’s a handful but she’s been good,” Lennani replied.

“That’s good to hear, how have y’all been?”

“We’ve been good, busy but good, how about you, Master Grim,” Lennani asked, playfully empensizing Grim’s title of Master.

Grim rolled her eyes, “I’ve been good, I’ve had my own handful to deal with,” she replied.

“Sors isn’t nearly as bad as you were,” remarked Obi-Wan.

“I take it that’s good luck for me then,” Grim retorted, knowing that her former Master didn’t believe in luck. He rolled his eyes and Grim chuckled.

“Hey guys,” called the familiar voice of a clone, the four Jedi turned to spot Rex and Cody in the crowd. Cody ordered some drinks for the six of them and the two clones sat down with the four Jedi.

“Hey Codes and Rexter, how’ve things been?” Grim asked.

“Things have been good, the shop is doing well,” Cody replied.

“Speaking of, I’ve been meaning to drop by,” Obi-Wan told Cody.

“How about after the drinks we go by?” suggested Grim, already planning a date for the two men.

Anakin grinned, already seeing what Grim was planning. “Yeah why not?”

Cody and Obi-Wan blushed, “oh very well, I don’t see why not,” Kenobi said.

Rex smirked at his brother, he saw where this was heading and was in full support.

Dally came back with the drinks and the group of six all thanked her, as she went off to serve the other customers. “How’ve things been with you and Padmé?” Grim asked Anakin, “and the twins too of course.”

“Never a dull day with them,” Anakin replied. “Padmé’s been busy with senatorial duties as per usual, and helping with Chancellor Organa, and the twins have decided that levitating each other is a fun way to get their father’s attention.”

Grim laughed, “I bet it is.”

“How’s things been with you and Snips?” Anakin asked.

Grim leaned her head on Ahsoka’s shoulder, “well things have been great,” she said, a grin on her mouth.

Anakin raised a brow, “oh? Something happened between you two?” he asked.

“We’re planning on adopting a kid,” Ahsoka told him. “Surprise, Skyguy you’re gonna be an uncle!”

“And you’re gonna be a granddad Obi-Wan!” revealed Grim.

“Oh I am not that old,” Obi-Wan said, placing down his drink, having finished it. “I will merely be an uncle to your child as well.”

Grim laughed and rolled her eyes, “whatever you say gramps.”

Once they had all finished their drinks the group went to Cody’s flower shop. “Whoa,” said Grim. “You grew all these Codes?”

“Yep,” Cody said proudly.

“These are beautiful,” Obi-Wan said, though his eyes met Cody’s when he said that. The two blushed and looked away. The others looked at each other sharing a grin.

Grim bumped Obi-Wan slightly causing the clone and Jedi to stand closer; they blushed even more deeply. Obi-Wan glared at Grim who shrugged her shoulders and went to check out some of the other beautiful blooms.

Rex and Ahsoka chatted in the distance sharing stories, Anakin shopped for flowers to give to his wife, leaving Grim to shop alone and reflect on everything. Ten years ago Grim had changed everything, ten years ago The Clone Wars ended, ten years ago Grim had defeated Darth Sidious, ten years ago Grim had become a Jedi Knight. Five years ago Grim had become a Jedi Master, five years ago Grim had married Ahsoka, five years ago Grim had gotten a padawan. Now every single one of them had gotten a happy ending, Grim glanced over to Obi-Wan and Cody who were holding hands and smiled, now all of them had found their new life.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, is always how the story began. The story never ended with an entirely happy ending, though now there was a fully happy ending. The only person that the ending wasn’t happy for was Sidious though he was long dead.

[aces-to-apples]

Written for Day 3: Role-Swap of Codywan Week 2020 @codywanweek

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Rating: Mature Category: M/M Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: no betas we die like man, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Jedi Cody, Clone Culture, Jedi Culture, With a twist!, Rex Is The Snotty Former-Apprentice

“i know that i’m a handful, baby”

“Have you considered wearing one of those little wrist straps made for holo-game remote controls?” Commander Kenobi asks as the door slides open, holding up Cody’s lightsaber with a smug little grin. “At the rate you lost your robes, General, I’m worried this poor fellow may be next.”

Strictly speaking, a Jedi High General should be too civilized to sigh at their nat-born commander’s antics.

That doesn’t actually stop Cody from sighing. “Are you planning to keep running your mouth like that for long?” he asks, eyeing his commander from head to toe. “Because I was prepared to lose a bit more than my robes with you before I opened the door, Commander.”

The way Kenobi flutters his eyelashes in a blatant attempt to look enticing should not work as well as it does.

He grabs the lightsaber with one hand and Kenobi’s waist with the other and tugs him over the threshold. A quick key-command to lock the door and then Cody has his commander right where he wants him: in his arms, pressed right up against the durasteel wall, with no paperwork or council meetings or snotty former-apprentices to keep him from kissing Obi-Wan as long and hard as he wants.

And, Force, does he want Obi-Wan.

The Jedi are expected, and frankly encouraged, to form relationships within the Order rather than seeking sex or romance elsewhere. It's traditionally considered an in-house matter. Not precisely a rule, but with unit cohesion considered paramount, it's definitely the norm.

That Cody's taken up with his own nat-born commander isn't quite frowned upon but he knows better than to flaunt it. Alpha-17 has always had a relatively soft spot for Cody but… if it comes to light that they're involved, his loyalty could be questioned. Even the Grandmaster of the Order won't object on his behalf.

Cody isn't compromised, though. He doesn't need reconditioning, and he doesn't need a new commander.

What he needs, at this particular moment, is to get Obi-Wan out of his useless rank robes and into Cody's bed. He needs to forget about how poorly negotiations are going, and how deeply stressed he is. He needs to be distracted and Obi-Wan Kenobi is a very lovely and willing distraction.

Obi-Wan mutters the same uncomplimentary things about Cody’s armor that Cody is thinking about Obi-Wan’s robes in their race to undress each other. Neither of them really cares for the trappings of the other’s original functions—Cody’s armor makes negotiations more fraught than they need to be and Obi-Wan’s robes don’t protect him from anything but prying eyes.

They have a grand time stripping them away, though, until they’re wearing nothing but their skin and scars.

Cody isn’t too proud to admit that his commander can drive him wild, in circumstances personal as well as professional. The easy way he lets Cody move him where he wants, the sneaky little tricks he uses to get Cody to move him where Obi-Wan wants, the soft hands and harsh kisses, the sweet nothings and sincere everythings that he whispers into Cody’s ear while they move together, is just a bit too much.

It all adds up to Cody panting I love you, I love you, I love you frantically into his commander’s ear when he comes, not minding that Obi-Wan chuckles and finishes himself off without responding. That wasn’t a new development, any of it.

Obi-Wan had been surprised, flattered, and a bit uncomfortable the first time they’d fallen into bed together. Nat-borns, Cody soon learned, tended not to speak about their love quite so frankly, nor so quickly. It didn’t make a lick of sense then—and still doesn’t, really—but Cody explained in turn that clones were trained to readily become Attached to their comrades and use those feelings to their advantage.

If a Jedi loved the people around them, they’d fight harder to protect them.

And that didn’t even touch on the Force.

Once the war began in earnest and the Jedi Generals were sent out into the field in droves, it became clear that the average being had no understanding of the Force, of its non-linear nature. They didn’t understand how a person in tune with the Force could forge such strong bonds to those they’d only just met, and found it off-putting. Cody fell three-quarters of the way in love with Obi-Wan the second they met, just because the Force showed him that he would be in love with him later.

The emotions of the future bleeding into the present, making everything more intense.

He walked surely and deliberately the rest of the way, choosing to love his snarky, former-pirate, rapscallion of a commander with his eyes open. And he didn’t shy away from that once Obi-Wan showed his own interest.

It isn’t the same for him, though, Cody knows.

Even with his aptitude the Force, which Alpha-17 had noted at the start of the war and passed onto Cody before they’d been assigned to each other, Obi-Wan has been burned. He needs time and acceptance and the kind of care that comes without expectation.

Cody is happy to provide.

He doesn’t want Obi-Wan to return the sentiment because he feels obligated, and told him so during that first awkward conversation. Clones fall hard and fast—that was just a fact, part of their culture and their nature—but reciprocation isn’t a necessary part of that.

It’s enough to feel their own love, everything else is just an added bonus.

Breathing heavily, Cody nuzzles his commander’s temple, pushing waves of desire and affection gently across Obi-Wan’s shields. Nothing demanding, or invasive, just… there. If he wants it.

Obi-Wan shifts and moves until they’re wrapped up together in Cody’s bed and then, hesitantly, lowers his shields. Not all of them, not completely, but just enough that Cody can get a sense of what he’s feeling without stomping all over his privacy.

Hardly daring to breathe, Cody pulls away just far enough to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze.

“Really?” he asks, curious.

Obi-Wan looks as cocksure as ever, but Cody can feel his uncertainty beneath the facade. “Yes,” he says, not swallowing even though his mouth has gone dry. “I’m sure. I… love you. Too.”

Carefully—so, so carefully—Cody slides a hand into his hair and pulls him in for a kiss. If he has anything to say about it, it won’t end for a long, long time. Any of it.