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kyberconfessions · 3 years

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No Matter Where You Go, I Will Find You. part 3

Hi everyone! We have made it to Part 3! Thank you for coming on this wonderful journey with me. I have at least 6 chapters already written and the story will be longer than that. I appreciate all of your love and reblogs and everything you say about it. Seriously, I love you all. Also, I am toying with the idea of a Bad Batch x reader story AU. Let me know if there is any want for that. Thanks!!!

As always:

This will eventually be a 18+ older fic and will deal with anxiety, death, sex, PTSD, murder, loss, found family, Order 66, and coming to terms. This is not just a fluff fic. It will very much be dealing with very dark and hard themes, so please, if that is something that can be too hard for you, don’t read.

Pairings: Rex x Reader x Cody (polyamory) I should say this is NOT a Rex x Cody fic. There will be ZERO Clonecest on this blog or story. Reader is a consensual relationship with Rex and with Cody. Yes they share, yes they will eventually have sex together, but Cody and Rex are NOT in a relationship nor will they be intimate.

Rating: 18+

TW: Death, Murder, infanticide, death of the Jedi, PTSD, Loss, Anxiety, eating disorders, sleep disorders, Order 66. I will add other things as I think about them

Part 3: Again

It had taken you longer to get to Hondo than you would have liked. But, of course he had to be by some out of the way planet, forgotten by most. You pride yourself on your extensive knowledge of the planetary systems, knowing obscure things that even had Master Yoda chuckling with delight. But this place? You had no idea where it was. It never showed up on any star chart and quite frankly you were fairly certain he gave you incorrect coordinates. But, still, you went there to meet him. You had to laugh to yourself when you saw his ship waiting for you, floating in the dead of space. Hondo was telling the truth.

"Kriffing pirates," you mumbled to no one, chuckling as you started preparing your ship to dock with his. No matter how many star charts you studied, how many space lanes you memorized, he would always know more obscure things than you.

As you finished the docking sequence and began to enter his ship, you mulled over what he would want to show you. Something he was either desperate to have or knew you would want immediately. Something he wouldn’t risk saying over a commed link, even if it was secure. Honestly if this was another wild goose chase he put you on for something he could find at any market stall on any of the core planets...well you wouldn’t do anything except grumble while you went and got it. You should hate the power Hondo had over you, but you didn’t. He never did anything to you out of ill will or because he could. Hondo was just eccentric.

‘But…,’you couldn’t help think. But what if? What if? What if he finally found something you truly needed?

Could it finally be Cody’s helm? Or could it be a piece of Rex? You knew in your heart it wasn’t either of those, it never was, but still you hoped. Still you held on and asked the Force to give you just this one win. Just this once, let you have something of Rex. Anything would do. A pauldron, his Kama, a piece off of his belt, something, anything. You just wanted some piece of him to hold onto. You missed him so much. You missed them both, but where Cody could be hard and demanding and strict, Rex was soft and loving. He would hold your fingers in secret where Cody would just stand. Rex would let his hand linger on your shoulder a few seconds longer than need be, while Cody would just grunt in acknowledgement. Rex would praise you after training; Cody would demand perfection, pushing you harder than Obi-Wan ever would. But when he would show you his love, Cody would love with the brilliance of a burning sun.

Hondo waved at you from the otherside of his door, giving you a flourished bow before opening the airlock. But as you walked in, your mind wandered, thinking to your lovers.

You missed them both so much and you could use a few of their pep-talks, especially now.

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Obi-Wan and Anakin stood on the Training Observation Deck of the Negotiator, watching their Padawans work through a strenuous series of obstacles and training droids.

Cody and Rex stood on the sides of their respective Generals, watching as well.

Ashoka did well, flipping, moving, and swinging her saber with ease. Each of her targets went down with raw power, showing how strong she was getting. You, on the other hand, were tired and sore and not moving as quickly as you usually do. But, that was because Ashoka just came back off a week's leave from Coruscant and you had recently gotten shipside from a long and drawn out campaign with Foxtrot Group. You were exhausted when she was refreshed. But that didn't mean you could slack off in your training. You had to be stronger, you had to be better. You were Jedi, you would not fail.

Ashoka finished the trial a few seconds before you did, landing at the finish line on one foot. Just as you were about to execute your final flip, the training block shifted underneath you, causing your foot to slip. Before you could right yourself, a stun bolt hit you square in the back, knocking you down. You landed on the ground with a hard and loud thud, ending the exercise.

Obi-Wan watched as Ashoka went to help you up, feeling guilty for having you train. He knew you were tired and drained, but you had insisted on working with the other Padawan. He should have put his foot down and told you to get some sleep. But he didn't and here you all were.

Anakin walked forward to the console and stopped the exercise, reseting it.

"Good job Snips, finally getting that barrel flip down.” He called over the comm. “Thank you, Master.”

You were standing behind Ashoka as she spoke to her Master, dusting off your robes and massaging your neck, disappointed in yourself. You should have sensed that bolt coming, you should have been able to right yourself and finish the test. You stood there, mentally berating yourself so much that you didn't realize Obi-Wan had started to address you.

"It's alright Young One, you did excellent, but I fear your exhaustion has hindered your training for today. Why don't you go and eat and get some much needed rest and we can revisit this at a later time."

Obi-Wan, ever the loving caretaker, cursed himself for even allowing you to work in your state. You could have gotten seriously injured and where would that have put you? He knew in all honesty you should be in the medbay getting checked out and possibly doing a little time in a bacta tank.

But, Marshal Commander Cody thought differently. Ever the perfectionist, he would not accept this as the end of your session. With his bucket under his left arm, he walked up to the console and pressed the comm, calling you.

"No Jed'ika. Start over."

You looked up into the window of the viewing deck and saw him staring at you, eyes hard. The others looked on in mild concern and irritation. Obi-Wan was about to chastise his second, when he noticed you move to the beginning and prepare for another assault. You knew he was right, he always was. You could do better, you should be doing better, but you let your exhaustion lie to you. You weren’t so tired that you couldn’t finish this level. You’ve done this countless times, late in the evening, with Cody at your side. There was absolutely no reason you couldn’t finish it now.

Cody looked back to his General for a split second, as if looking for permission, before restarting the training exercise. This time, as you went though the course, you only made it halfway before failing again. There was a trick shot the training droids took that you weren’t prepared for and you took another bolt to your upper thigh. You were going to have an ugly bruise in a few hours.

Gingerly you stood, favoring your leg for a few seconds before shaking it off. Just another color added to your already mottled and scarred skin.

As you went to stand, you saw the course reset once more and heard Cody’s voice over the comms, “Again.”

Rex didn’t like this, but he knew what Cody was doing. He knew if you were just pushed harder, if you were taken to your limit, you would not fail. He also knew that if you left the course without succeeding you would beat yourself up for days, feeling weak and useless. Rex didn’t like it, but he agreed. Obi-Wan watched on, focusing on your resilience and strength in the Force, humbled by his young Padawan. Anakin, on the other hand, didn’t like what was happening and felt that the Commander of the 212th was being too careless with your safety. This went on for some time, Cody would call for you to restart, you would fail, you would get up, and he would call again. Over and over and over.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Anakin had enough. “This is absurd! She’s clearly tired and needs rest. Hells, she needs time in the Medbay!” He walked up to the console and used his shoulder to push Cody out of the way, calling to you, “Padawan, you’re done now. Go straight to the Medbay. I want Kix to look you over.” He turned to Rex, “See she gets there, I don’t trust the Commander at the moment.”

Ashoka looked visibly uncomfortable from where she stood on the viewing deck and gazed up at Obi-Wan for any kind of reaction. He said nothing, just watching his Padawan try to get up off of the mat while pulling at the hairs in his beard. Before he could give the order for Cody to help take you to the medbay, Cody unceremoniously stomped over to the lift door and went down into the training room. They watched as he approached you and pulled you up, speaking harshly in a hushed tone to you.

You watched as Cody barreled towards you and crouched down at your eyelevel to look at you sternly. “Get up, Jed’ika. Get up. You don’t have time to wallow in your self pity. You don’t have time to lay here. You don’t have time to fail! Get up!” You listened to his words and tried to stand, but your knee where you had just taken a bolt gave out and you fell. Cody wrapped his hand around your bicep firmly and pulled you up.

“Each time you fail, another one of your men dies! You get up and you do it again! Each failure is another soldiers life gone! The men you swore to protect! Get up!” You nodded and stood on your own feet, albeit wearily. He was right. “You are a Jedi. You are not some clanker who falls over with the slightest push. You are better than this! You are better than your failure. You are Jedi. Do better. What is it that you’re always quoting from General Yoda? There is no try. You either do it, or you fail. And I do not accept failure! AGAIN.” Once he knew you were on stable legs, he stalked off to the sideline and prepared to yell at you more as you went through the program.

“Master, this is ridiculous! Cody has lost his mind! She’s too tired and needs medical attention.” Anakin was almost shaking; he was so upset. Who did Cody think he was? You were going to get seriously injured if you continued on. You needed rest and bacta, not constant berating and training. This wasn’t the way one taught a Padawan. This wasn’t the way Obi-Wan taught him.

Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow at Anakin and breathed loudly out his nose, removing his hand from his beard. “Yes, I do believe you are right, Anakin. It seems I have let this get out of hand.” He stood closer to the control panel, hand hovering over the comms, but instead of turning off the program, he restarted it and turned it to a higher level of intensity. Anakin balked.

“Master! She’s going to get killed!” Ashoka cried out, looked to her Master and back to Obi-Wan, a strange feeling of anxiety sitting in her throat. It seemed through all the arguing and annoyances the Jedi were currently engaged in, they forgot about the Captain standing there, bucket under his arm, watching his brother and his Jed’ika. In his mind he kept a chant of ‘Come on, come on, you can do this.’ Over and over he thought, urging you to finish it. He wanted nothing more than in that moment to run down there and do as Cody was doing. He wanted to push you further, to push you to where he knew you could go. But he couldn’t, he was made to stand at ease and watch everything from the viewing deck. But, everything in him was down there on the mat with you, his most beloved, urging you to be better. The only thing on his mind was watching you finish this training exercise, going to your quarters to help you bathe, wrap your wounds, and finally making sure you ate a good meal. If he knew his brother, which he did, Cody was thinking the same thing.

You stood at the beginning once more and took a deep breath, hearing the mechanical beep signaling the beginning of the exercise. ‘Do better,’ you thought, before starting. You moved quickly through, dodging each blast, flipping and jumping higher and higher onto different ledges, using your saber to volley away bolts you could not dodge on your own, until you got to the point where you kept failing. Through the course, you could hear Cody yelling at you to keep going, keep moving, to not stop. You could hear him demanding excellence from you, he wanted more than what you thought you could give. He wanted perfection. It pushed you to go further, to work harder, to be better. You wouldn't fail your men and you wouldn't fail Cody. You dug deep into yourself and thought back to the training your former Master gave you, to that harsh and dangerous form. You could do it, you just had to concentrate. If you could find your center, you could toe that line made of shadows while still holding onto the light. You breathed deep, ‘allow your emotions to guide your strikes...feel that bubbling of anger and frustration, grab onto it to push you further. But do not give in. Just use it to fuel your power.’ Your old Master’s voice rang in your head, their training at the forefront of your mind. Multiple bolts fired at once, but instead of one landing a hit, you switched into Form VII, into Juyo. The most difficult saber form, Juyo was dark and dangerous, only used by those skillful Masters equipped with the knowledge of what it means to touch the Darkside and still stand in the Light. Used by your old Master.. taught to you by them in the shadows of Malachor… You shook your muscles out before jumping up against a wall structure, running its length with ease as more bolts were blocked. As you reached its end, you bounced over to the other wall and repeated the pattern, running and blocking, before twisting up onto its ledge. You stood, saber drawn across your body, balancing on the balls of your left foot as your right sat crossed on your thigh. You waited, breathing in and feeling the pulse of the machines across the Force.

THERE.

You flipped up, saber swinging around you in a figure eight, blocking each bolt back, volleying them towards the mechanical guns that sprang from the walls.

You landed once more in your previous spot before swan diving to the ground, landing with practiced grace and ease at the end, having finally completed the exercise. “Kark yeah!” Cody grunted, quickly walking to you. You had a tired smile on your face when he reached you. He reached out to grab your shoulder, squeezing it gently, before letting his hand fall away just as quickly. You looked up at him with adoration.

“I knew you could do it, Cyare,” he whispered, praising you, before taking a respectful stance, remembering that you were a superior and that you both were not alone. You nodded your thanks and tried to give him a look that said, "I love you". Hopefully he understood. He did.

Cody went to get you a towel to wipe your face as the others joined you on the mat. There were praises and excitement from the other Padawan, but both Obi-Wan and Anakin shared a look; they knew those moves. Knew that stance. A dangerous form like Juyo left unchecked could cause irreparable damage. It might be time for you to study a little under Master Windu if you are to continue in that form. Either way, Obi-Wan could feel the relief and happiness rolling off you, it could wait for another day. He also noticed a few feelings not very Jedi-like, aimed at the Marshall Commander and the Jaig-eyed Captain of the 501st. He quirked an eyebrow, but still he smiled his dazzling smile at you.

Obi-Wan was so proud of you, you felt giddy. It was all you ever wanted, and you knew you had it. He was proud of you.You proved to yourself and your Master that you weren’t some weak kid playing at being a Jedi. You truly were one and no matter how tired or weary you were, you could finish what you started.

Later that evening, after getting off duty, Rex made his way to your quarters, a tray of food in hand and a few bandages in the other. He hadn't even stopped at his bunk to change out of his armor. He went straight to the mess hall and then to you, wanting to check in.

When he approached your door, he knocked once before punching in your code, knowing he'd always be welcomed in. When the door slid open, he couldn't help but smile under his helmet at the sight.

You were sitting on the edge of your desk, freshly showered, robes put away, wearing loose, grey, linen pants and a black smallshirt. Cody was also freshly showered and in clean blacks, his armor stacked neatly by your bed. He sat in your chair, positioned between your legs, wrapping scrapes and cuts from the campaign and the training from earlier in fresh bandages, rubbing bacta on your bruises, and whispering words of praise and love to you.

Beside you both were 3 trays of untouched food, waiting to be consumed; one for you, one for Cody, and one for Rex.

Rex entered, letting the door slide closed behind him, a soft smile on his lips. He placed the extra tray of food next to the others, took off his bucket, and dropped a kiss to the top of your head before heading to your small refresher. When he exited, loose towel around his waist, Cody’s head was already buried between your naked thighs.

That night you all had the best sleep in ages, you sandwiched between the two men, tangled in sheets and their limbs, finally able to be together after so long apart. None of you would trade it for the world.

#cody x reader #cody x reader x rex #Marshall Commander Cody #rex x reader #captain rex #rebels!rex x reader #angst #Reader is an Ex!Jedi #reader is now a bounty hunter #Hondo Ohnaka #Hondo is your best friend #Dad!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader #Anakin Skywalker doesn't know how to NOT big brother #Asohka Tano #Anakin might hate Cody

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wtfamidoing-fam · 4 years

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Codywan prompt (4/6)

Hello there I’ve been wrestling with this for a while so I’m just gonna dump this out here. Let me know what you think! Written from a promt that SWmoddy released to find a good home!

I make no excuses for this shinanagians.

enjoy.

Cody woke up to three shit eating grin’s and a huge headache.

Cody woke up with the taste of something dead and dry in his mouth, some asshole was slamming the door to the sleeping area, repeatedly. With a tremendous amount of energy Cody pried one of his eyes open, Wolffe stood my the door the bastard smiled happily as he loudly placed a cup of caff down on the crate beside the rack.

“Kote! You said some very interesting things last night. Anything you want to share, with your dear old batchmate?” After a carful moment of deliberation Cody retreated silently to the warmth and darkness of his rack, ignoring Wolffe from the moment. Cody’s addled mind was not quite up to the task of reminding him exactly what exactly Wolffe was so pleased about but he hid anyway.

It did not work as well as he would have liked, as Wolffe made short work out of blanket haven reveling him to the pale light in the barracks. Cody squinted for a short moment before the feeling of an virboblade being shoved though his eye socket forced him to screw them shut and roll over mashing his face into his pillow.

“Soooo,” Wolffe sing songed over Cody mumbled protests. “are you going to tell me that te dajunar is or who I’m helping you get vengeance on? Or are you going to continue to hid in your pillow?” Cody rolled over as the memories of what exactly happened last night crashed into him. So much about forgetting his spiraling feeling for a night. Cody groaned.

“Well that was embarrassing.”

“Yep.”

“and you know now that it’s Kenobi?”

“anyone that speaks Mandalorian knows.”

Cody swore quietly.

“If it helps your not the only one? I mean I’m pretty sure Bly is head over heels for his General.” Wolffe said hesitantly.

“Really?” Cody had to think a moment before connecting Bly to General Vos’s padawan, a young blue twi'lek if Cody remembered. Much calmer then Skywalker if Cody was to judge. Good for Bly, he was always the more quite ones.

Wolffe took Cody’s contemplative silence as encouragement and continued on.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure half the shinnies these days come out with a pre-programed hero worship and crush on at least one Jedi.” Wolffe continued picking up steam in his clumsy efforts to make Cody feel better about his plight. “Some of them even have a crush on General Buir!” Wolffe added on, content to throw some shines under the into the airlock for the moment.

Cody tiredly swing his protesting body up before turn to squint blearily up at his brother. “I bet they can keep their mouth shut about it at least.” Before resigning himself to consciousness, and grabbing at the offered caff. He took a long pull from it before caff, which was predictably terrible, before carefully peering around the room which was suspiciously empty except for Wolffe.

Eventually he spoke. “Uh yeah, I don’t think they have your habit of just blurting out there feelings when they are unguarded, but at least Kenobi does not speak Mandalorian. Or at least I don’t think he does.” Wolffe said he was probably suffering under the pressure of keeping his face straight and supressing his more asshole like behaviour for Cody’s sake.

“He would have said something by now if that was the case. I just don’t know what to do Wolffe.” Cody whined. Leaning his head on Wolffe’s side. He was always a tactile person, but felt uncomfortable leaning on the brothers under his command like that. Wolffe was safe though.

Wolffe who was secretly just as tactile as Cody was leaned into it.

“Well Kenobi a good jedi and as choices go I think the Jedi are generally a good choice? I mean its not like your going crazy over some nat born with more evolution then sense?” Wolffe offered hesitantly.

“But he’s my Commanding officer, and he likes women. And every time I do something to distract myself or work my way out of this stupid crush something like this happens and all I think think about is how kind, and strong, and pretty he is. Or his sense of humor of how he makes everything in this war seem to slow down just a touch so its manageable, or how he carefully plans every encounter in this war to limit casualties, or how he takes part of remembrance and then I’m back to square one, staring at his sheebs while he talks to the other generals!.” Cody barfed out into the space between them.

Thankfully Wolffe did not tell Cody it was okay, it wasn’t. Even if Kenobi wanted a relationship with Cody, it would not work, kirff Cody could barely bring himself to call him Kenobi, let alone his name. And Cody was a lot of things, but he does not think that he could bring himself to try and court a superior officer. Or what would happen with the chain of command. Cody was also a better Jedi then to mess up the chain of command with a interpersonal relationship, unlike some other Jedi.

Cody never wanted to compromise the Gar, and was sure Kenobi felt the same, if he felt anything for Cody that was.

Underneath him Cody could feel Wolffe sigh.

“Lek, I can see that. Force knows we don’t need another romantic disaster duo like Amadala and Skywalker. But I don’t think he only like women?” Wolffe trailed off hesitantly “I mean I hear General Buir talk about Kenobi a lot, Apparently he’s considered as kind of orphan linage wise. And the older master like to keep an eye out for him. Apparently Kenobi used to have a thing with General Vos when they were younger? I mean there’s still hope there?” Wolffe trialed off, awkwardly stumbling though a conversation that Cody was reasonably sure he was not expecting.

“That does not actually make it better.” Cody grumbled while straightening himself.

“But now that you know I may need your help.” Cody said thinking of three particular troopers that seemed to be at the heart of everything at the moment.

“Oh?” Wolffe said relaxing into a much more familiar conversation.

“ You know the old stories that Fett used to tell us from Mandalore? The ones about the battling riduur?”

“The ones that fist started adoption? Or the warrior ones?”

“The combat ones, well I think the 212th are trying to encourage Kenobi and I into a relationship to emulate that.”

“Wolffe looked down with an assessing shine in his eye. “I can see it, you would make quite the pair.”

Cody studiously ignored him.

“Waxer found out about my feelings and pulled Boil into it, and the got the entire 212th in on it. And now they won’t stop trying to get us together. If it goes on any longer the generals going to start asking questions, and I you can’t lie to Jedi.”

“Hate to say it Vod’e but I don’t think we will quite be able to get them to stop.” Wolffe said.

“Oh I know that, if they were going to stop it would have happened after the third time I made them run laps in full kit. No I want help discouraging them from there more overt plans.”

“Hmmm, said Wolffe, a interested gleam in his eye.

“That I think we can manage, his face splitting into a grin that would have Waxer quacking in his meddling boots.

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The 212th was getting ready to disembark, Cody was calmly discussing the intake of supplies and munitions with the general, going over everything and making sure there was enough to last the first leg of the campaign before they met up with High General Plo Koon for resupply in above Ondo before starting an attack on Kerkoidia. As part of a push towards Enarc in order to better fortify Naboo.

The orders did not make much sense to Cody and if Cody did not miss his mark, or the worried fold of skin between Kenobi’s brows, he would guess that Kenobi did not quite understand the logic behind it either. But apparently the chancellor himself asked that the 212th and Obi-wan secure the area around Naboo, which was slowly being encroached on by Separatist[lp1] space. So off the 212th went, to what if history provide true would be a truly awful battle, the 212th always seemed to be in the middle of the worst of the fighting, no matter where they went. I was kind of like the separatists particularly wanted Kenobi dead and were some how tracking him. Not that any of them had succeeded in that effort. But Cody knew most of the seppies generals by sight, which is not something he could say for the High Generals he served under. It was kind of depressing honestly.

Cody was in a conversation with the General when it happened. Kenobi was the first one to notice it, as he trailed off in the middle of a sentence and looked around the storage area they were in eyes quizzically bouncing from trooper to trooper. When Obi-wan he folded his hands in front of him and did what the 212th called the Jedi sense beard stroke.

“Sir?” Cody asked looking around at his brothers who were moving much more stiffly then they were before, while they continued loading up the star destroyer. Every so often one of them would twitch with apparent frustration. Catching up to what may be happening, Cody wasted no time, in changing his in buy’ce comm off the locked command frequency and was immediately bombarded with a cheery jingly of

Bic ni skana’din tion'tuur te dajun at gotal'ur mhi a tom'adat. ibic cuyir a mirsh'nyn. Kaysh Ru'kel cuyir a Mandokarla riduur.

Followed by a loop of What’s new Tooka kit. Before it was interrupted by the same message. As Cody switched the com back to the command channels he was glad his helmet hid his spiteful grin. At the spike of emotion from him Kenobi turned to him with an eyebrow raised.

Cody always forgot the whole sensing emotions bit with the Jedi.

Cody did his best to project a calm and satisfied feeling, while smiling under his bucket.

Kenobi’s lip slanted into a slash of a smile before turning back to the reports.

“I trust that everything is under control Commander.” Kenobis eyes darted to the variety of annoyed and frustrated troopers.

“Of course sir.”

In the back ground on of the troops stopped what he was doing and took off his bucket, Cody quietly pressed the button on a small remote in his pocket. Over the ship wide intercom, What’s new Tooka Kit wailed.

Kenobi face was carefully composed as he looked down, face twitching a bit as What’s New Tooka Kit looped for the 7th time.

“I trust the speakers in our office are turned off?” Kenobi asked façade cracking just a little, as the skin around his eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Yes sir, the malfunction seems to be concentrated around the troopers barracks rec centers, but has seemed to spare our office and the war room.”

“So long as it is handled before we disembark tomorrow it should be just fine.”

“As you say sir, I’ll meet you in the office?”

Kenobi gave him a clap on the shoulder and then wandered towards there shared working space. Cody stayed behind reviling in his brothers annoyance.

Cody could have swore he say Kenobi’s ears turn pink when Bic ni skana’din tion'tuur te dajun at gotal'ur mhi a tom'adat. ibic cuyir a mirsh'nyn. Kaysh Ru'kel cuyir a Mandokarla riduur. Intrupted the loop.

It was probably the contained amusement Cody went back to watching his brothers turned betrayed faces towards him and gave them his best smile.

It was a good day.

Thanks for reading!

Here is the link to Part 3 : https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/wtfamidoing-fam/190823954394

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#haha I forgot to tag!#obi-wan #commander Cody #CC-2224 #waxer and boil #212th #sometimes siblings just be like that #Cody is never living this down #obi-wan is embarrassed and amused #discussion of the fact that dating a suprior officer is a BAD IDEA #acknowledging the fact that #while i love this ship some stuff should be kept until the clones have an actual choice.#true love can wait.#obi-wan and the 212th #codywan #obi-wan kenobi/commander cody #star wars #i will bend this into a fix it if it kills me.

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thought-42 · 4 years

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Clone Wars fic day two

Today on the random Clone Wars modern day au: Cody and Obi-Wan stand outside in the cold and talk about Obi-Wan's relationship with academia while Anakin and Kix actually learn things. Part One is Here

In March, Anakin texts Obi-Wan to inform him they're going to the open sciences conference at the university.

'Do I have a choice in this?' Obi-Wan responds.

'Absolutely not'. And then, 'Cody will be there. And there's a bunch of theoretical math talks.'

'I don't see how either of those things is meant to make this more appealing.'

Anakin calls him just so Obi-Wan can hear him laughing.

The following Thursday Obi-Wan meets Anakin and Kix on campus. He's a little hungover, and the clusters of students and professors in jeans and carrying coffees and laptops is making him painfully nostalgic for his own school days. He should have remained in academia, but having been absent three years he's not sure he could fit back in as comfortably as everyone around him seems to.

"Cody's just paying for parking," Kix says. He's got a printed out schedule of the conference sessions, red and blue underlining scattered across the paper.

"You should decide which talks you want to go to," Anakin tells Obi-Wan. He's only wearing a hoody, and Obi-Wan can see him shivering.

"The idea is for us to spend time together," Obi-Wan says. "I'm sure whatever you've picked out will be interesting."

"Stop making it weird!" Anakin says, frustrated.

"It's not making it weird," Obi-Wan snaps. "Honestly, Anakin, why even ask me to come if you're not interested in spending time together?"

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell Mace you did your required weekly hour of mentoring," Anakin snipes back.

"You know that's not what I mean."

"This seems... productive," Cody says, jogging up.

"This is how they communicate," Kix says. "As long as there's nobody else around. Eventually I assume the urge to smash their heads together fades."

"Fuck off," Anakin tells Kix, snatching the schedule out of his hand and waving it in Obi-Wan's face. "I told you, there's math shit in here. Pick something, seriously. You paid for the tickets, the least you should get is to learn about something your interested in."

"Have you considered there's a reason I don't work in my field of study?" Obi-Wan retorts.

"Umm, because real world jobs where a BSC in mathematics is useful don't actually exist? Do not try to make this into a tragic backstory, math did not kill your parents in a back alley."

Cody looks alarmed. Obi-Wan holds up a hand. "I never knew my parents. I sincerely doubt they were murdered, in a back alley or otherwise."

"...So we'll go to our respective talks and meet up for lunch?" Cody asks, clearly trying to move the conversation along.

"Thank you!" Anakin says. "At least somebody gets how this is supposed to work."

"I'm going in," Kix says. "Anakin, put your fucking gloves on before you get frostbite. Obi-Wan, drink some goddamn water. Hi, Cody."

"Hang on," says Anakin, and, handing the schedule to Cody, he follows after Kix.

"Well," Obi-Wan says, acerbically, "if this doesn't count as enriching the youth, I don't know what does."

Cody scans the schedule. "You think they would have gone to this on their own?" he says. "Setting aside the part where you paid, university campuses aren't exactly the most welcoming space."

"I think it's lovely here," Obi-Wan says. "I'm quite jealous, actually. Uni was fun."

"You studied maths?"

"The second time around, yes. I did creative writing at Newcastle because I believed it would be widely applicable, then Maths here because it seemed very practical and it upset Qui-Gon terribly."

"And now?" Cody asks.

"Now I do the overnight shifts at one of the transitional housing residences on the East Side and take whatever shifts Starbucks is willing to give me. Luckily Qui-Gon's step-father firmly believes that all one needs to get ahead in life is to be smarter and richer than your opponents, so I haven't got any student debt."

"But you want to go back to school," Cody says. It is, uncomfortably, not a question. "Why don't you? If I can ask."

Most people could not, in fact, ask, yet Obi-Wan finds himself shrugging, burrowing his face deeper into the collar of his coat. "I want... to do something useful. Academia is lovely and valuable, but I suppose at the end of the day Qui-Gon has had the strongest influence in my life. I could easily let myself vanish into an ivory tower, get lost in debates and publishing and drinking my way through conferences across the continent. Perhaps I'd even be doing something worthwhile. It seems a very cozy, though permanently precarious life. But it also seems very... removed. Very detached. I'm certain there are plenty of academics out there who can approach their area of study from a theoretical viewpoint while not losing touch with the more human, on-the-ground aspects of it, but I don't trust myself to be one of them. Besides, I don't even know what I would study. It's the idealized aesthetics of academia I want, not the reality. Besides, I have enough friends at the universities that I never want for journal access." "And making coffee and watching over a sleeping house is making a difference?" Cody asks. In unspoken accord they start walking towards the front doors of the engineering building.

"Two nights ago I was able to keep a young person alive long enough after an unintentional overdose that the paramedics were able to get them to hospital. Three weeks ago I convinced a different person not to kill themself this month. A week before that I helped one of our residents use the office computer to set up a video call so she could talk to her daughter who lives in California. She's Deaf, and can't afford a smartphone, so it was the first time they've been able to talk this year."

Cody's gaze has dropped, and Obi-Wan frowns. "I'm not... trying to come across as some sort of... white knight," he says, a little anxious. "Qui-Gon is an excellent guide for how not to act. But... yes, perhaps it's self-indulgent and arrogant of me, but I want to do some sort of concrete good and as of the moment I feel as if I am. The coffee... well, it helps my bills and my caffeine addiction."

Cody smiles a bit at this last, as Obi-wan hoped he would, and Obi-Wan releases a mental sigh of relief. Cody holds up the schedule.

"I admit," he says, "I have no idea what half of the words on this even mean. So unlike Anakin, you can feel free to drag me along to all the mathematics talks you want with no fear that you're keeping me from something more interesting."

"You wouldn't rather be with Kix in that case?"

"I'll join him this afternoon," Cody says. "Right now he's still well-caffeinated and just thrilled to be here. By this afternoon he'll be more comfortable and ready to pick fights. Though I'm wondering if the same can be said for you."

"I haven't any idea what you're talking about," Obi-Wan says.

"Anakin I bet is just happy to meet people like him and will want to be everybody's best friend. But Kix is here to learn, and if he thinks somebody else is getting in the way of that, or is teaching something incorrectly, he won't have much patience for it. And I bet as soon as you walk through these doors your dormant academic asshole will be fully awakened."

"Kix is going to be an incredible doctor one day," Obi-Wan says. "And I wouldn't blame him for his lack of patience. He'll need a scholarship, so the more he can learn the better. And... Cody. Sometimes people are just... wrong. And it's our duty, as the more informed party, to educate them."

"You've thrown a textbook at someone, haven't you?" Cody says, resignedly.

"Absolutely not," Obi-Wan says. "...it was a computer mouse. And I may have poured a drink on a professor's head, but it was entirely justified."

Cody rubs his temples. "Come on," he says. "I'll get you a bottle of water and a shitty coffee before we get started."

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Commander cody #Codywan #tumblrfic tag #Star Wars Why?#sorry if this is bad i had a pretty bad headache while I was writing #plus if I put actual thought into this universe I wouldn't ever post anything for it #so! fun casual writing! write self-indulgently 2019 #tomorrow: Obi-Wan breaks his ankle probably

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Chapters: 32/? Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, Star Wars, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Yoda, Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CC-2224 | Cody, Garen Muln, Padmé Amidala, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Mace is Obi-Wan’s Master, Yoda is always meddling, Angst with a Happy Ending, Qui-Gon is broken, mention of violence, Anakin is a sweet kiddo, quiobi ,Shmi is my ultimate Creche mom, With Love there is always hope, Sith Qui-Gon, Darth Acheros, Protective Cody, Jango makes a great dad, Minor Cody/Rex, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Panic Attacks, Mental Health Issues

Obi-Wan had never known that a human form could twist into that position as he exited the fresher and glimpsed over at Qui-Gon’s sleeping form. The towering body had contorted and wrapped in on itself as if it could shield him from the mysterious shadows. It had remained a sleepless night for Obi-Wan. His bondmate had spent half the evening on the edge of tears and the rest of it trying to battle the nightmares. Obi-Wan wanted to step into the council chambers and scream that he would never leave Qui’s side ever again, but it had remained a futile thought. Both gentlemen understood that they were Jedi first, no matter how their souls ached to be separated.

Obi-Wan approached the sleeping man; his towel clung to his skin, scarcely above his hips. He was still exhausted, but he had a scheduled debriefing with Master Yoda in several hours, therefore slipping back into the sheets with Qui-Gon was pointless. Perhaps he should move outside onto the balcony for some meditation, but he didn’t stir. His eyes couldn’t sway from the tense figure, pressed against a body cushion, and he ached to make everything better. A pitiful whimper tore the Knight from his thoughts; shuffling swiftly to the sleep couch he spread his fingers tenderly over Qui-Gon’s sweating brow. “It’s ok my love,” Obi-Wan murmured, pushing a small force suggestion over their bond to ease nightmare to dream.

“Is he going to be okay?” The timid voice made Obi-Wan rise from the mattress. He had entirely forgotten the brand-new addition to their family. After Qui-Gon had fallen into a fitful slumber, he moved the young boy to the extra bedroom.

“Quint, I’m sorry, but you startled me. It was a difficult night, but he’s back to peaceful dreams.” Obi-Wan clung tightly to the towel and reluctantly turned away from Qui-Gon. “If you will give me a moment to change we can start some tea and breakfast for your Master.”

Glistening green eyes, fixed high within their sockets, were watching affectionately over the figure against the bed. Quint simply nodded to Obi-Wan in return. The child removed himself with haste and started the kettle for their morning tea. He had been so apprehensive about Knight Kenobi’s arrival that he hadn’t slept enough himself. When he awoke with the covers pulled tightly toward his chin he realized that Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon must have carried him to his bunk like a toddler. It wasn’t the first impression that he wanted to display to his master’s other half.

Obi-Wan waited for the door to close behind the boy and lamented at the Jedi Master still dead to the world. “You sure possess a way of making our lives interesting, Qui.” He was startled to find new tunics in his size, inside the closet. Qui-Gon must have transferred his things while he had been absent. This relationship was genuinely happening. It warmed Obi-Wan’s heart to know they would make this journey together. His thoughts drifted to the future but warmed his heart even more. Letting the towel fall from his sides, he dressed quickly and joined Quint in the kitchen.

“The water is almost ready, Sir. Do you,” The child paused for a moment looking back at the fully dressed Knight before continuing. “Do you have a favorite tea?”

“I’m honestly not picky as long as it has a bit of flavor. Whatever you are making for yourself will be fine, Padawan Hawks.” He pulled out a chair and relaxed, watching the young man move around as if he always belonged in these quarters with them.

“May I ask you a question, Knight Kenobi?” Quint pushed one of the cups to Obi-Wan and sat across the table.

“Only if you call me Obi-Wan or my friends sometimes call me, Ben.” Obi-Wan motioned for the youth to continue as he blew slightly on the warm liquid and took a sip. The shy boy moved his hand gently over the short stubby padawan braid that Master Qui-Gon had started for him. He still felt so unsure when it came to the man sitting before him. “It’s ok Quint; you are free to speak your mind with me.”

“I’m sorry Knight, I mean Obi-Wan, but I have to say that I was very nervous about meeting you.” Quint fiddled with the spoon still inside his cup. “Will you make me go back to the creche?”

The question shocked Obi-Wan; to the point, he almost spilled his tea all over the new tunics. “Oh, Quint, please would you come here?” The gentleman gestured to his lap and smiled when the boy nearly flew into his arms. “There is one thing that my master taught me a long time ago. Would you like to know what that is?” The child nodded, pushing away a bit to see the Knight’s face. “Master Windu taught me long ago to expect the unexpected and embrace new friends whenever you have the chance. I know right now you are unsure of your place in our household, but you are now a padawan to my bondmate. That means that you are as much a part of this family as Qui-Gon and me.”

“Is there tea for me?” They both shifted to see Qui-Gon’s blood-shot eyes staring at them. Quint squirmed from Obi-Wan’s lap and quickly made another cup and passed it to his master. “Thank you, my padawan.” The title fell quickly from his lips.

“You look dreadful, Qui. Did you sleep at all while I was gone?”

“You fret too much. I’m fine now that I have both of you here.” He ruffled Quint’s blond locks and leaned over to Obi-Wan to press a soft kiss to the lips that called to him.

Obi-Wan returned the loving kiss, knowing it was as much of a welcome back as a request to move on to other subjects. “I have a debriefing in about an hour with Master Yoda. The mission went about as well as we could expect when slavers are concerned. I swear, if I never see that planet again it will be too soon.” They continued for the next fifteen minutes, Obi-Wan telling them both the ins and outs of his mission. It felt pleasant to relax together and chat, without the weight of the galaxy on their shoulders. They were starting to feel like a life together was an actual possibility.

Obi-Wan pushed out the chair and placed his mug in the sink, leaning against it for a moment, looking at the table. This internal chatter would be their life now, morning tea and conversations replacing Sith plots and assassination attempts. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his dried lips. “I better get going, or Master Yoda will beat me with his gimmer stick. I will see you after your Healer’s appointment, okay?”

Qui-Gon started to admit he hadn’t been to see Healer Kachiu for a while but nodded his head instead. He watched Obi-Wan begin to leave the kitchen pulling him back into a tight embrace. “I’m glad you made it back safely. Meet us in the salles for practice later?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Obi-Wan let go of the embrace to reach up on his tiptoes and place a light peck upon his giant’s nose. “I love you,” the words were whispered to Qui-Gon before he exited their quarters.

The rest of the day had been filled with mundane tasks by Qui-Gon, Quint, and Obi-Wan. The master and padawan had to visit the master at arms to requisition new padawan tunics and gear. Every time Qui-Gon visited with the quartermaster it was an event, the older man always made the master regale him with stories of past missions. Quint’s stomach started to gurgle with noises after the third story, and it pried the master’s attention away from his enthralled audience.

“I thought we’d never get to eat!” The boy laughed as he ran into the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and heading straight into the shortest line.

“Forgetting to water and feed your padawan, I hope you are not?” Qui-Gon glanced down and smiled at Master Yoda. “Growth spurt, I expect there is.” They both chuckled at that and took a seat at an empty table away from the racket of the crechlings. “Well, your other half has done on his mission but worried he still is for you. Sleeping he says you haven’t.”

Checking to make sure his padawan was still filling his plate with food. Qui-Gon looked over at the master and sighed. “I’m fine, Master Yoda.”

“Fine, you are not!” Their voices rose, and everyone around them had stopped to stare. “Not sleeping we all can see. Obi-Wan spoke of nightmares…” The words trailed off as the Knight in question appeared next to them.

“Am I interrupting?” Obi-Wan tried to get everyone to mind their own business by shooting them an irritated glance. Qui-Gon stood up upon Obi-Wan’s arrival and glared at the man. “Qui?”

“If you could allow Quint to sit with you during mid-meal I would appreciate it. I’m going to meditate in the gardens if you even think me competent enough even to do that.” The fury that radiated off the man was making the smallest of toddlers in the room upset. “In fact, why don’t you take Quint for sparring practice, I’m sure you can do a better job.”

“Qui-Gon, what is wrong?” Obi-Wan tried to stand up and grab Qui-Gon’s arm only to have it snatched away from him.

The eyes that stared back at him weren’t rational. They weren’t the passionate crystal blue that Obi-Wan had come to adore. They were tinted with a pale yellow. “You are what’s wrong! You told me you had a meeting with Yoda, but you didn’t mention that it was to give him an update on my well-being. I’ll leave you all to continue with your gossiping behind my back.” Qui-Gon used his long legs to carry him away from those confused storm grey eyes.

Quint moved to the table, setting his meal down and starting to turn towards the shut door. “I know it’s hard, Quint, but we must leave him be for now. A growing boy needs his tubers, eat up.” Obi-Wan offered a wane smile that was so fake that even the boy didn’t believe him. “He’s in the temple, and he’ll be ok. Two steps forward and one step back is still progress.” They all sat in silence as the crowds around them moved on with their lives, unphased by their scene.

The gardens were his only solace at the moment, it was a place that he could go, and no one would speak about his past and worry about his future. The garden creatures and the living force didn’t care about his eating and sleeping habits. “Banyan, my old friend, I’m glad that you can’t talk. I understand they are all concerned about my well-being, but I feel like they are all waiting with baited breath for me to fail. It’s suffocating!” Qui-gon sank to his knees before the tree and felt its life-force wrap tenderly around him like he was a boy again. It didn’t judge his failures it only knew this moment and at this moment it felt safe with the tall man under its canopy.

“I figured I would find you here when I entered the mess hall to see a dejected Obi-Wan and a flustered padawan.” Qui-Gon didn’t even flinch at the familiar voice. "Oh, you pissed at me too?” Cody moved closer to the tree to lean on its still slightly charred trunk.

“I’m not in the mood, Vod.”

“Since when has that stopped me?” The man just smiled and continued as if nothing else mattered. “Qui-Gon Jinn, you are an ass. You’ve always been an ass when it comes to your well-being.”

“You can go back to Obi-Wan and tell him I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” He growled back.

Cody just laughed, “Now we both know you are a liar. I’m not going anywhere, friend. You need someone to tell you the truth, someone that isn’t as close to the situation as Obi-Wan and Quint. You do realize that after just a few days you have already abandoned him to others?”

“I didn’t…”

“The hell you didn’t. The boy looked dejected after you left. He knows that you are still healing, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still a young boy that needs to be reassured of his place in this world. Do you think it shows stability to throw him at Obi-Wan just as he comes back?”

Qui-Gon placed his head into his open palms and started to weep, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more prominent. “Cody, I don’t know what to do. I know you are right, I even know that Obi-Wan is right. I can’t sleep when he’s away; I can’t even function, what kind of Jedi does that make me? What’s worse is that I understand I have to be a master on top of it. I’m already failing that boy. What was I thinking?”

Cody relented and kneeled in front of his old friend, pulling the bearded chin up carefully to stare into his eyes. “You haven’t failed anyone, Qui, except maybe yourself. You’ve spent so much time telling yourself that you are fine, that you won’t consider anything else. You do realize you’ve missed your last three healer appointments?”

“I didn’t,” he paused. “I felt better for a while, but then Obi-Wan was gone.”

“I love you, Qui but when left to your own devices, you do stupid shit. One day, you will be able to cope with everything that has happened to you, but there will always be something that can trigger it again, it’s just the reality of the world we live. You need to get off your knees and go back to the mind healer. Tell them what’s happening, they are here to help you.” Cody jumped to his feet once more and rested his hand on Qui-Gon’s shoulder before exiting back the way he came.

“In or out, but make up your mind sometime today.” The gruff voice called out from within the office. Qui-Gon shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath before deciding to enter finally. “I was wondering if you even remembered that I was still here. Would you like to explain why you canceled your appointments?” Healer Kachiu sat back in the chair and stared at the man before him.

“I’m sorry. It was pointed out to me by a friend that it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Well you have a brilliant friend, perhaps you will continue to listen to them?” The healer motioned for the master to sit in the chair across from him and gave a weak smile. “Qui-Gon, I’ve already spoken to the council and Obi-Wan. However, I was waiting for you to come to me. It’s the only way that you will finally start the healing process. No one can force you; you have to be ready to participate. Tell me, are you truly ready?”

Qui-Gon swallowed his pride and bowed his head to stare at the bare floor. It was a question he had asked himself many times but was he closer to an answer now? He was about to open his mouth when he felt both reassurance and comfort from both of his bonds. He had lashed out in anger and fear, but they had responded with faith and love. He had much to continue learning that he was sure about. “I am ready, Kachiu. I am ready.”

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