#nonbinary commander cody

[kbirbpods]

Original Fic: a poet's weapon by @flowerparrish on ao3

Relationship: CC-224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Pre-CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, very very pre-slash, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Neopronouns, Mando'a Language (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Trans Male Character, Trans Obi-Wan Kenobi, Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary CC-2224 | Cody, Gender Identity, Clone Trooper Culture (Star Wars), Kaminoans Being Assholes (Star Wars), Pro-Jedi

Audio Length: 14 minutes, 37 seconds

Summary: "No group is a monolith," he points out. "It seems short-sighted that we assumed you would all use the same pronouns as your… template, I believe you call him?"

[clownery-and-fuckery]

It's pride month so.... have my gay Bad Batch thoughts I suppose (based on vibes and vibes alone.)

Hunter:

Popular opinion that I agree with? Dude is FTM trans, and has the worst time with it bcus all his T-Shots were externally bought so the Empire cut his ass OFF. also. hes a little gay. A mini bisexual, if you would. prefers women by a long shot. (He/him all the way- he wont correct, but Wrecker will.)

Crosshair:

gay. gay. dude is a MAN kisser. hes scared of women. never seen a boob in his life and he intends to stay that way. he's The Homo of the group. yes, they do make fun of him for being a boy kisser. yes, they also make fun of him for pulling NO BITCHES EVER. (He/him too and he CARES. he will correct you meanly.)

Wrecker:

pansexual icon who will love anyone. He's also pulled more than Hunter, so, take THAT. He's a hopeless romantic who falls in love with at least ONE natborn per mission. He confesses this each and every time and has maybe kissed two people. He's always encouraged. (He/him mostly but he won't mind he/they, he'll just gently correct sometimes)

Tech:

oh. He's a true bisexual. A real man and woman kisser. Perchance at once if he's drunk enough. Phee and him look at hot people and go "Oh, wow, woa". He's the bi-wife. However, his acknowledgement of attraction only works for him. He'll acknowledge you're attractive, but good look with convincing him YOU find him attractive. As far as he knows, no one looks twice at him. (Also, his gender isn't real. Sometimes he's a man, sometimes she's a woman. Sometimes they're neither. It's easier to just say that Tech is Tech. Because how come Tech gets boobs AND a dick? Unfair. They/he/her)

Echo:

originally it was assumed that he was the token straight. Until they discovered actually there's no romantic attraction there at all so, Echo's our resident aro. He's dabbled in 18+ acts of course, but the attraction never went beyond that, so he vibes. He's down for platonic and brotherly affections, but don't you dare make a romantic gesture, gross. (He/him but... he did enjoy when people thought he a she when he was undercover once, so she?)

Bonus!!!!

Rex:

We found our token straight, lads. He's never seen a boob either, though. He'll get there, eventually. Very dense, very silly. He's too tired and busy for such things. (He/him only because he doesn't know of any other option)

Cody:

Now. I know what you're gonna think. Gay. But might I throw out a suggestion? Dude is just a mean bisexual. Heavy preference for men, but he CAN pick up a woman or two. (He/him, regs are borning/j)

Wolffe:

This guy. This guy gets uncomfortable when anyone who isn't his brothers holds his hand. THIS MAN is the true aroace of the GAR. he watches his brothers and he shudders. (though he Wonders. sometimes) he'll huff and puff his way through a romcom for the Wolfpack on movie night, I guess. (He/they only because he likes being an extension of the Wolfpack)

Gregor:

Pan-romantic asexual. Dude is down to date anyone, but the armour Stays On. He finds himself much more fulfilled with simple park dates and cooking at 2am, you know?? (ALSO they/he as per his identity crisis. He's a CLONE??? HUH???? wild)

Bly:

Another "token straight" but he'll never escape the bisexual allegations 😔 (because its true and him and his wife have so had a third party member before) but he's also rather curious. So. Bi-curious. (He/him)

Fox:

Oh lord. This man. Gay. He's gay but no one knows because he passes well. Also, ace. He's done his fair share of people, he doesn't understand the appeal. Down to make out messy in a closet though, he understands THAT. but nothing more. (He/him called "it" by the Senate and he doesn't care. But his brothers do.)

That's all you get. Happy gay month. If I missed someone you can ask and I'll give you their Vibes. ✨️

[renegade-angel]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Star Wars: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Clone OFC Star, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-5052 | Bly, CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-1010 | Fox

Additional Tags: POV CC-2224 | Cody, Genderfluid CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug, Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Nonbinary Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Coming Out, Post-War, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, LGBTQ Themes, Transgender Community Support, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Gender Identity, Self-Doubt, Self-Acceptance

Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Winter Holiday Gifts 2022

Stats: Published: 2022-12-25, Words: 2718, Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

His hands shook as he pulled out the small box from where he’d hidden it in the back of his desk drawer. Just a tenday ago, Seventeen had come to Coruscant so he could be present when the Bill was signed, and he’d wordlessly pressed the box into Cody’s hand when they’d had a moment alone. He hadn’t opened it until today.

Sitting in the box were three pairs of earrings: one blue, one purple, and one pink. He looked at them, confirmed his current thought pattern, and took out the blue ones. He put them both in and could feel himself relax immediately. He thought about putting the others in his pocket just in case, but ultimately left them on his desk.

After so long as “he,” it would probably take a while until anything else felt safe.

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“Every day you're seeing our existence debated. Transgender people are so very real.” - Elliot Page, TIME Magazine (March 2021)

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For @flowerparrish

Happy holidays PJ!

[other-peoples-coats]

She hefts the clippers again, and then pauses, flicks them off for a moment, and makes sure she's got the guard fixed on firmly. She doesn't mind going down to a bare blade; Obi-wan will.

(Or; Cody, Obi-wan, and the queer domesticity of letting your girlfriend clean up your undercut.)

== A deeply, deeply self indulgent fic featuring non-binary Obi-wan, trans cody, and the care and keeping of undercuts, ft. Australian regionalisms.

[starwarscolors]

STARWARSCOLORS PRIDE EVENT STAR WARS + NONBINARY COLORS — by @commander-codys

[batshieroglyphics]

[FIC] To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) ~ Star Wars: Prequels ~ Fox/Obi-Wan ~ Mature ~ Ch 1/15

Title: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon survives, Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan, Jedi culture positive, Coruscant Guard deserve better, clone trooper dehumanisation, institutional abuse, discrimination, learning to trust, Jedi and clone trooper relationships, strangers to friends to lovers, idiots in love, trans/nonbinary/agender clone troopers, Summary: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.

Notes: This fic will be 15 chapters long, with the final chapter going up at some point on the 17th of May, for those who prefer to binge.

CHAPTER ONE

"Aayla gets on well with her troopers," Obi-Wan commented, having heard about her friendship with her commander from Quinlan, who seemed torn between being overprotective of her presumed virtue, and delighted that she'd been paired with a commander that she got on with. "Anakin, too."

"Anakin has never been particularly comfortable with authority figures," Qui-Gon commented drily. "His refusal to act like one was wholly expected."

"Yes, I wonder where he got that particular mindset from," Obi-Wan muttered loud enough for Qui-Gon to hear, and studiously ignored his former master's chuckle. "When are we dropping from hyperspace next?" He wasn't certain about comming Anakin for advice, but Aayla might have some actionable suggestions, and it had been far too long since he'd last spoken to her.

Qui-Gon hummed, then used the Force to call his comm to him, typed something on it, then set it down and went back to his trimming.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the complete lack of answer, then left the bed, which he'd been lying on, since the only chair was serving as a plant holder, to kneel in front of Qui-Gon's footlocker, delighted when it opened at his first guess for the code.

"What, exactly, are you doing?" Qui-Gon asked, tone dry, but presence in the Force warm and amused.

"Disregarding your presumed boundaries," Obi-Wan returned cheerfully, even as he pawed through his former master's belongings.

Qui-Gon huffed, then called, "Come in, Commander!" when the quiet doorbell chime sounded.

"You asked to see me, General?" Commander Cody asked, once they'd stepped into the room far enough for the door to close again behind them, curiosity curling through the Force around them.

"Yes," Qui-Gon agreed, setting down his sheers and turning to face the clone. "Obi-Wan was asking whether there was any way to make the troopers more comfortable with him mingling with them."

Obi-Wan groaned into the footlocker; he should have guessed that his former master's solution would be to simply ask one of the clones. "If the answer is there isn't one," he said, before the commander could open their mouth to respond, "please just tell me so; I'm perfectly capable suffering the next week dealing with Master Jinn."

Read the whole chapter at Archive of Our Own!

Please DO reblog this post; sharing is the best way to tell creators that you enjoyed their work.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Hey loves. Need a little art help, but not in the way you're probably thinking, seeing those words!

What word(s), phrases and/or quotes come to mind when describing Commander Cody's character?

I'm looking to incorporate a few adjectives or (preferably short!) quotes for some artwork I'm hoping to post on Cody Day (2/2/24); so any help from you, or the Cody Guys/Gals/Nonbinary Pals in your life, would be much appreciated. 🧡

Comment, reblog, tag a friend, DM me or send me a mouse droid if you have any ideas! Thank you!

[woobie-wan]

My headcanons of Star Wars characters orientations based purely on vibes

Padmé Amidala: Bisexual. Tragically attracted to stupid.

Cassian Andor: Bisexual. Attracted to competence. Uh, also tragically.

Maarva Andor: Straight, but she's an ally.

The Armorer: LESBIAN.

Ezra Bridger: Straight, but he's an ally.

Bix Caleen: I want her to be bisexual but I'm afraid that she is straight.

Lando Calrissian: Pansexual menace.

Chewbacca: Demisexual. Very romantic.

Commander CC-2224 "Cody" : Straight but would make an exception ... 👀

Salacious B. Crumb: Aroace king.

Poe Dameron: GAY.

Biggs Darklighter: Bisexual.

Din Djarin: Asexual and biromantic don't @ me.

Count Dooku: Extremely gay. Obnoxiously. Gives out unasked for fashion advice.

Kanan Jarrus: The only reason straights still have rights.

Tala Durith: Homoflexible.

Morgan Elsbeth: Too straight.

Galen Erso: Straight.

Jyn Erso: Straight. Would volunteer as security at the pride parade.

Moff Gideon: He wants to date one of his clones. I don't know what that's called.

The Grand Inquisitor: Gay.

Grievous: Nonbinary with a Kenobi obsession. I relate.

Shin Hati: Lesbian.

Jabba the Hutt: When not keeping beautiful women chained up, he likes to listen to Red Pill podcasts.

Qui-Gon Jinn: I used to have a different opinion but I just watched TPM for the first time in years and Gay.

Syril Karn: Straight. He and Jabba hangout in the same reddit sub.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Biromantic asexual.

Bo-Katan Kryze: Bisexual.

Satine Kryze: Heteromantic asexual.

Beru Whitesun Lars: Bisexual.

Cliegg Lars: Pansexual. You weren't expecting that one huh?

Owen Lars: Straight with one exception that he doesn't like to think about. 👀

Kino Loy: Straight.

Kleya Marki: Lesbian. (Luthen is basically the Let's Go Lesbians.gif)

Darth Maul: Aromantic and heterosexual.

Dedra Meero: Definitely not straight. Very utilitarian about whatever it happens to be.

Ruescott Melshi: Bisexual.

Mon Mothma: Lesbian.

Bail Organa: Bisexual.

Breha Organa: Bisexual.

Leia Organa: Straight but a fierce ally. Unleashes her Ewok battalion on homophobes.

Luthen Rael: Gay and judging you.

Rey: Aromantic asexual. Relationship anarchist.

Bodhi Rook: Straight.

Sabé : Lesbian.

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader: Anakin is a bad straight and a good gay. Darth is a bad gay and a good straight. Mysterious are the ways of the Force.

Luke Skywalker: Gay.

Han Solo: Bisexual.

Sabine Wren: Bisexual.

Ahsoka Tano: Demisexual. Biromantic.

[isabellehemlock]

Went from catholicnicky -> isabellehemlock

I had been wanting to change it for a few months, as I've been slowly branching out to other fandoms, but had been holding off until some other fandom events wrapped up, but I'll tag my paired writers as well, and can easily email it out to whoever needs an updated link.

I'm also updating my pinned post, but here's my current carrd for all sorts of other links until then. Please feel free to signal boost and pass along but I hopefully managed to tag (in the post and comments) most recently interacted with people 🥰

@ceraunos @amyvalhalla @beepbeepsan @chinchillinator @raedear @werebearbearbar @a-cumberbatch-of-cookies @selling-my-soul-for-tony-stark @spacewitchqueen @zairaalbereo @asunlovingde @asamandra @astrabear @notablogtobefollowedunless @nonbinary-nicolo @nicolos @nicolosfaith @trelane82 @the-heart-of-leo @theresatvjoe @mostlyimmortal @almostcanon @southpaw1128 @pinkninjapj @pierremichelofavignon @heda-of-endlesswonder @samshinechester @sindirimba @katt5673 @alllthequeenshorses @energievie @captainfrostedcherry @celiaelise @runbymachinesandclones @kat0nline @dianadaughterofhippolyta @ongreenergrasses @vikiblood @bewires @thirdspin @bulllla @theanity @commander-codys @icannotreadcursive @baladine @wrenaspun @boutiquetraveltravelboutique @sphinx81 @angels-and-aliens @82tweeder

[kbirbpods]

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Neopronouns, Gender Neutral Pronouns, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alcohol

Length: 1,658 words

Summary:

Anakin didn't know what to expect when he agreed to be paired with an RA for housing. This definitely wasn't it.

Notes: Based on this ship meme image I found on twitter

[depressed-sock]

Masterlist for Sock's Star Wars Rare Pairs

Here's the main list for all the things I created for the Star Wars Rare Pair Exchange!! I'll be doing separate more detailed posts for all of these as well!

Reaching Through the Stars to Find You Safe | M/M; Agen Kolar/Jaster Mereel; Fic

Shooting Stars and Crashed Starships | N/F; Original Nonbinary Character/Original Female Character; Fic

Walk me back to the Light | F/F; Asajj Ventress/Ahsoka Tano; Art and Fic

Hard, the land we call our home | F/M; Shmi Skywalker/Jango Fett; Art and Fic

I kneel at your feet and ask you to bring me back to life | F/F; Asajj Ventress/Ahsoka Tano; Fic

Broken Deals and Weathered Hearts | M/M; Commander Cody/Darth Maul; Fic

Late Night Research | M/M; Nico Diath/A'Sharad Hett; Art

Bleeding Heart | F/F; Original Female Character/Original Female Character; Fic

What goes up Must come down | F/M/M; Padme/Anakin/Fox; Fic

Open your hands and set me free | F/F; Asajj Ventress/ Padme Amidala; Fic

My Bad | F/F; Shmi Skywalker/ Original Jedi Character; Fic

Follow me to the Grave and Rest your heart upon the Altar | M/M; Commander Fox/Maul; Fic

Then I set fire to our bed | M/M; Darth Maul/Dracule Mihawk; Art

Snatch and Grab | F/M; Alpha-17/Ahsoka Tano; Fic and Art

By the Flickering Moon We Dance | F/M; Mace Windu/Shmi Skywalker; Fic

Moments Away from Being there With You | F/F; Arla Fett/Shmi Skywalker; Fic and Art

So Many Sleepless Nights | F/F; Leia Oragana/Samara; Art

Breaking News: Duchess of Mandalore Caught with the Senator of Naboo! | F/F; Padmé Amidala/Satine Kryze; Art

[mxartbotboy]

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[three-fold-symmetry]

This cannot stand.

I fixed it.

[generallynerdy]

Allowing the thought to stay the trigger, the heart to register its trembling (Grey/Depa Billaba ft. Caleb Dume)

Summary: “I’m not worth it,” Grey hisses through their teeth. “Please. Depa, please—” Their general, their Jedi, only shakes her head, her grip on their shoulders a death sentence. “I will not leave you,” she says. “Fight the voice, Grey. Fight it.” They sob and some part of their brain burns with the knowledge that little brown eyes are watching from the corner of the room. They scream, pulling against their bonds and the twisting darkness in their head. “I can’t. I can’t—” Something that isn’t Grey crawls under their skin and it speaks, twisted, Dark. “Traitors.”

Warnings: Mind Control, Violent Thoughts, Serious Injuries, Blood and Violence, Eye Trauma (not graphic but described briefly), Vomiting (in like one sentence, emetophobia gang rise up), Angst Word Count: 2,275

Prompt: Angstpril Day 3 - “I can’t.”

Author’s Note: more suffering! Yay! I like to think this ended happily but this is Angstpril so I’m not writing it lol. Also, I discovered that Kanan’s eyes aren’t actually brown, at least according to Wookieepedia but frankly that’s stupid as fuck so. Brown-eyed Kanan. And nonbinary Grey because I am apparently not the only one who loves that concept! (Also, sorry for late posting! I was unable to finish this last night :/ hopefully I can finish day 4 today as well and catch up)

Read on AO3

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Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

It's an endless loop in the back of their mind, an itch they can't quite scratch. At the Order, it breaks free and turns to a screech, a ringing thought that echoes in their head so loudly it hurts. They don't even feel themselves pulling the trigger, shouting for their squad to follow.

But when they finally come to, underneath the monster that's stolen their face, it's because they're standing over him.

Caleb. 

Commander Caleb Dume. Jedi Padawan. Traitor.

Ad'ika, their heart cries as they lift their blaster. Their shaking hands have it levelled at the boy's face, right between his big brown, tear-filled eyes.

"Grey—Grey, what are you doing? What—?" His pleading words are nearly unintelligible between his panting breaths. When the cold metal touches his face, he sobs. “Don’t! Buir, don’t—don’t—please—”

Their cheeks are wet. Caleb sees it and only sobs harder, afraid to move for fear that they’ll pull the trigger. With their trembling hands, the likelihood of a misfire is high.

Inside their mind, Grey screams. They claw at the walls of their mental prison, leaving their fingertips bloodied and their throat hoarse from their agonizing howls. The cell won’t budge. The chip won’t give. They can’t get out. They can’t save their son.

But someone else can.

A robed figure flies out of nowhere, tackling Grey to the ground and sending their blasters into the air with a flick of their hand.

“Caleb, the blasters!”

Depa.

General Depa Billaba. Jedi High General. Traitor.

Depa. She hates it when I call her General.

She pins them to the ground and presses the calloused pads of her fingers against their temple. Something like grief crosses her face. “Sleep, Grey. Sleep.”

The chip fights, but they don’t. They like to think it helps bring the darkness faster.

*

“Master?”

Caleb’s voice trembles when he asks, taking a hesitant step forward. Depa is still on top of Grey, catching her breath and making sure they’re passed out. She shuts her eyes tightly, centering her conflicted presence. Her Padawan needs her and so does Grey. This is no time to grieve for the rest of their battalion.

(She tried to incapacitate rather than kill, but they’re still gone. The light that she used to associate with them has been snuffed out by a strangling darkness that burns.)

“It’s alright, Caleb, they’re unconscious,” she says, mustering what little strength she has left.

At her word, he rushes over, clinging to the sleeve of her robe.

Any other day, he’d be indignantly distant, trying to prove himself on the battlefield and make Depa proud. But right now he reeks of terror and uncertainty. And she feels the same.

Execute Order 66, the Chancellor had said.

And then everything had gone to hell. The clones had disappeared, replaced by darkness, and the Master-Padawan pair had barely made it out with their lives. Depa hasn’t even been able to process the wave of lights being snuffed out in the Force and she knows her Padawan hasn’t either; his connection with the Force feels brittle and broken. The Jedi are dying at the hands of their closest companions, at the order of the Chancellor of the Republic, and the two of them stand in the center of it all.

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” she admits quietly. She climbs off Grey and binds them with their own set of binders, something tight in her chest as she does. Then, she turns back to Caleb. “Are you alright? No injuries?”

He shakes his head and wipes at his eyes with the edge of his sleeve. “Just scrapes.” He glances at Grey. “That—That wasn’t Buir, was it? It felt...wrong.”

“Very wrong,” she agrees. “I don’t know what it was, but the Chancellor triggered it. We need to get off the planet.”

“Are we...going back to the Temple?”

Depa visibly hesitates. His face falls and he knows in his heart that they aren’t. Even if they did, there would probably be nothing and no one left.

“It isn’t safe. We need to lay low for a while and figure out how to save Grey,” she tells him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Caleb, look at me.”

He does and she smiles a little.

Even now, in what must be the worst moment of his short life, he’s ready to listen. He’s ready to do what he needs to.

She kneels down to meet his height, holding his head in her capable hands. “You will survive this,” she says like it’s a promise. She can’t say the same of her or Grey or anyone else they know, but she can promise that Caleb will live. Because she will die to see it through. “You will. Do you understand?”

Despite the fear in his eyes, he nods.

“Good.”

Depa allows herself a moment to breathe, but no longer.

“Now, we need a way out of here.”

*

Grey wakes to the buzzing of a ship and panics. The last they remember, they were on the surface of the planet, with Depa and Caleb and- oh, Force. Oh, fuck.

Did they attack them? Did they hold a gun to Caleb's head?

Their own is throbbing, something clearly wrong. Chills go down their spine as they sit up, finding their wrists held together by their own binders. They're on the floor of a cargo bay, in an unfamiliar ship, but familiar voices echo from down the hall.

"Master, they're awake!" calls Caleb after poking his head in.

He may not be showing it, or trying not to, but Grey can see the fear in his furrowed eyebrows.

He's afraid of them.

They feel nauseous at the realisation.

"Caleb—" they try to say. Their voice is hoarse.

Depa appears from the hall, a glass of water in her hand. She crosses to Grey, motioning for her Padawan to stay by the door, which he does without question. Kneeling before her commander, her lover, she examines their face. They can feel her prodding at them gently in the Force. She's trying to decide whether they're friend or foe right now.

“Are you with us, Grey?”

They hesitate, but eventually nod. “I think so.”

With a small smile, Depa helps them drink the water, but pulls it away quickly when it’s finished. She’s cautious and rightfully so, Grey thinks when they feel something in their head tug.

They must visibly flinch, because so does Caleb.

“Tell me what’s happening,” their general murmurs, putting a hand on their knee.

Shutting their eyes fiercely, they take a long moment to answer. “It’s—It’s hard to fight. It wants me to...to kill the trai-traitors,” they gasp out, finding the unknown force stronger when they speak that word. They open their eyes, horrified. “Shit.”

“You’re alright.” She takes their hand and starts tracing patterns. “Can you tell where it’s coming from?”

“No, but...kark, my head hurts. My head. I think.”

“Stay still,” she warns.

She runs a hand up their temple, her eyes shut in concentration. The Force prods gently at their mind and, when it finds the offending area, something burns. Grey cries out and Depa stops in an instant, pulling back with a fearful look.

“There’s—” Glancing back at her Padawan, she takes a steadying breath. “I believe there’s something in your head that doesn’t belong, Grey. Something physical, but it’s very dark in the Force.”

“Can we get it out?” Caleb asks, his voice smaller than he is, which is saying something.

She stands, frowning. “I don’t know. I’ll set a course for—”

Grey’s face twists as the thing inside their head roars to life. “Don’t—” they manage to growl out.

There’s a lot they can’t explain to Depa in that moment. For one thing, they’d like to tell her that if the Chancellor activated the thing in their brain, he might very well be able to track them or hear their conversations through it. For another, it’s quite possible that if Dark Grey—yes, they’re calling the evil thing in their head by that now—overtakes Light Grey—Cody would be rolling on the floor now. Is Cody alive? Is his general alive?—they might just straight up contact the enemy.

Even though they can’t explain all that, their beloved Depa Billaba stops instantly, her eyes shining with understanding.

“—somewhere we can lay low and find a doctor,” she finishes instead.

Dark Grey shoves, pushes for more information. It stabs at Grey, a physical pain that makes them hiss. Out of their control, they speak.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

It makes Depa frown. She examines their face, watching as it shifts into something so unlike them it’s sickening.

“Good soldiers follow orders,” they snap again, like a mantra.

Dark Grey does not appreciate their plan.

Grey finally gets a hold of themself, dragging themself into consciousness with a heavy breath. When they look up at Depa, their gaze is determined.

“You need to leave me.”

“No!” cries Caleb fiercely.

Depa holds up a hand. “Caleb,” she warns, a reminder to mind his emotions.

He falls silent, watching his Master and his buir with something akin to horrified bafflement. Force, Grey has never seen him so openly terrified. Ever since he joined their little family, he’s been nothing but brave.

“I’m a liability and a threat,” they say, turning their attention back to Depa. “It’ll be easier to go without me.”

“We won’t leave you behind.”

They frown at her, lowering their voice. “He can’t die because of me.”

She doesn’t dare glance at Caleb, doesn’t dare give their worries away to the boy, who already has the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. “It won’t come down to that.”

“And neither can you,” they add firmly. 

Depa’s expression tells them all they need to know. That’s one thing she can’t promise.

“He needs you.”

She huffs a rueful laugh. “So do you.”

If they could, they’d reach out to hold the back of her neck and keep her close.

Hold her neck and break it.

Grey flinches back. “No—”

“Tell me what it’s saying,” she encourages, reaching for them.

An agonizing pain rips through their skull, eliciting a scream. Despite the binders on their wrists, they claw at their scalp. The thought crosses Depa’s mind that she should stop them, but she doesn’t get the chance.

They drop their hands and gaze up at her with tearful eyes.

“I’m not worth it,” Grey hisses through their teeth. “Please. Depa, please—” 

Their general, their Jedi, only shakes her head, her grip on their shoulders a death sentence. “I will not leave you,” she says. “Fight the voice, Grey. Fight it.” 

They sob and some part of their brain burns with the knowledge that little brown eyes are watching from the corner of the room. They scream, pulling against their bonds and the twisting darkness in their head. “I can’t. I can’t—” 

Something that isn’t Grey crawls under their skin and it speaks, twisted, Dark. 

“Traitors.”

They lurch forward. Depa thinks they’re collapsing, but Dark Grey has other plans. They involve the vibroblade tucked into her boot, which is now in reach.

She never liked weapons that weren’t kyber-powered, lightsabers and lightsaber rifles in particular, but after a Separatist assassin nearly suffocated Grey right next to her, she became paranoid. Working through her fear was difficult, so her partner thought having a weapon under her pillow might put her at ease. For the most part, it worked. No one knew of its existence except Grey and she preferred it that way.

And now, CC-10/994 turns that trust against her.

With a fierce yell, he barrels into the Jedi traitor, ripping the vibroblade from its hiding place as she goes flying.

“Master!”

Before the other traitor can react, CC-10/994 flips the first over his shoulder, slamming her into the wall. Then, he flies at the smaller target, vibroblade tightly grasped.

The Jedi yelps and ducks his flurry of blows.

“Grey, snap out of it!” he says desperately.

CC-10/994 doesn’t flinch and leaps forward again.

“Buir! Buir, it’s me, Caleb!”

A single slash of the vibroblade has the traitor shrieking, falling back with an arm over his face. Before CC-10/994 can attack again, the Jedi Padawan throws out a hand, sending him soaring across the room. He slams into the wall with a vicious crack, all the air pushed from his lungs in an instant. For a split second, Grey rises again, ready to fight themself off, but it’s unnecessary.

Depa is there, shoving them into the cargo bay’s cell, ripping the vibroblade away, and locking the door behind them.

Grey collapses inside, gasping for breath and trembling as they stare at their own hands in horror. Blood stains their gloves. The sight makes them nauseous, so they tug the gloves off and throw them to the other side of the cell, desperate to get away.

It’s Caleb’s howl that makes them look up.

Depa is at his side in an instant but not fast enough. He pulls his sleeve away from his face and—

Grey throws up that time, into the corner of the cell.

Their blow struck true, slashing Caleb’s face from his right temple to the bridge of his nose. It’s a deep cut, one that goes into his right eye and bleeds profusely. The other eye, untouched, is blinded by tears.

“I can’t see,” he sobs, reaching for his Master, who reaches back. “I can’t—Master, I can’t—”

CC-10/994 lifts his head and smiles.

“Death to the traitors,” he spits. “Glory to the Empire.”

*

(Dark Grey uses he/him because Dark Grey follows orders, including gender assignments.)

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[FIC] To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) ~ Star Wars: Prequels ~ Fox/Obi-Wan ~ Mature ~ Ch 2/15

Title: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Warnings: Alternate Universe, Qui-Gon survives, Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan, Jedi culture positive, Coruscant Guard deserve better, clone trooper dehumanisation, institutional abuse, discrimination, learning to trust, Jedi and clone trooper relationships, strangers to friends to lovers, idiots in love, trans/nonbinary/agender clone troopers, trans/nonbinary/agender Jedi, character deaths (Palpatine, some Corries, offscreen Jedi OCs; more detail in notes of relevant chapters) Summary: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.

CHAPTER TWO

He honestly hadn't expected to know whichever batchmate Cody had invited, so he was thoroughly surprised to recognise their Force-presence as they came in view of where the two clones were awkwardly standing in front of Dex's diner.

The clone in mostly white armour, with the Senate emblem on their chest armour in mahogany-red paint, visibly startled when they caught sight of Obi-Wan, shock blaring through their Force-presence, before they blurted, "You're a general?!"

Obi-Wan cleared his throat in a bid to bite back the retort about his status as a member of the GAR, and then ducked into a bow. "I am Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Cody let out a quiet scoff, amusement and a strange, inexplicable sort of victory bleeding into the Force around them. "Generals, this is my batchmate, Commander Fox, who leads the Coruscant Guard. Fox'ika, that's General Jinn, and you're apparently already familiar with General Kenobi."

The diminutive had Commander Fox shaking off their shock, and they jabbed an elbow into Cody's side hard enough to have bruised, if they hadn't both been in armour.

"It's a pleasure to see you looking well, Commander Fox," Obi-Wan offered politely.

"Shall we go in?" Qui-Gon interrupted, before Cody could enact whatever mischief Obi-Wan could sense brewing in their Force-presence.

Fox glanced towards the door to the diner, trepidation and a well-worn sort of loneliness bleeding out into the Force around them. "Are you sure we'll be welcome?" they asked quietly, and then flinched, like they hadn't meant to say that.

Obi-Wan found himself stepping forward and pressing a hand to the commander's pauldron, hard enough to be felt, but light enough to be shrugged off. "The owner is a very good friend of mine; he gave me his assurance that, if anyone inside gave any trouble for troopers coming in, they would be the ones leaving, not you or Cody."

The commander's helmet turned towards him, and Obi-Wan could almost feel the way they searched his face for any sign of a lie, and carefully kept his expression open and reassuring.

"Okay," Fox finally said, and motioned for one of them to lead the way in.

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30+ Ship/Character Headcanons for Pride: Star Wars Edition

Halfway through the month already, but I’m gonna do something this year! I have consumed so much Star Wars content in 2020, canon and fanfic both, and now I have Opinions.

Codywan

Cody is gay and demisexual, Obi-Wan is bi.

They become friends quickly, and develop one of the closest Jedi-Commander relationships in the GAR. They fall in love later on but agree not to commit to anything until after the war.

Obi-Wan realizes his feelings slowly over seasons 2 and 3, reflecting on their teamwork and how much he values and cares about Cody. Cody realizes his feelings when Obi-Wan comes back from Kadavo and he realizes how important Obi-Wan is to his life.

During the war, they like to spend time together, especially in the mornings or decompressing after a battle. They do paperwork, trade book recommendations, and just sit close and talk.

In AUs where ROTS didn’t happen, Obi-Wan steps down from the Jedi Council and he and Cody work out the details of their relationship so Obi-Wan can still be faithful to the Jedi Code.

Basically they get engaged and stay that way forever. They get an apartment with many houseplants and a cat that likes Cody better.

Cody is a little Force-sensitive, and Obi-Wan teaches him to meditate and use the Force to process emotions. Once Cody is free of the chip (in canon-compliant timelines), he uses this to find peace about Obi-Wan’s “death” and joins the Rebellion.

Rex

Rex is demiromantic asexual.

In AUs where ROTS didn’t happen, he ends up in a queerplatonic relationship with Anakin (who leaves the Order) and Padmé. He is Luke and Leia’s third parent.

He’s really good with kids, and adopts several orphans after the Empire is defeated. Luke and Leia and Ezra and Sabine are his honorary kids too.

Ahsoka

Ahsoka is a lesbian. She’s jealous of Lux during the Onderon arc, not Steela.

Barriss is her first kiss, right after the brain worms incident. They’re never actually in a relationship though, because Barriss thinks that would make it too hard to follow the Jedi Code.

She reconnects with Kaeden Larte during her Fulcrum years and they get married after the Battle of Yavin. Between Fulcrum work and the mission to find Ezra, she’s away a lot, so she carries a special holocomm with a secure line to Kaeden to keep in touch.

Skybridger

Ezra and Luke are both gay. Ezra is also nonbinary and uses both he/him and they/them.

They bond over comparing notes on Jedi training, and also going through the embarrassing “mistook admiration for a crush on now-sister” phase.

They go on lots of adventures together to gather bits of Jedi culture and find Force-sensitive kids to train. It’s Luke’s idea to start a school and Ezra’s idea to search for the old Jedi temples like the one on Lothal.

Eventually they just also start being romantically affectionate on these adventures. No one is surprised. Ahsoka officiates their wedding on Lothal a couple years later, which is attended by the entire rebellion.

They fix up an old U-wing to live and travel in because they’re both used to living on ships. Luke flies, Ezra shoots as needed and also cooks. Ezra always brings back stray animals and Luke sometimes agrees to keep them.

Ketbine

Ketsu and Sabine are both lesbians.

They meet at the Imperial Academy and are dating when they run away together. The stress of running from the Empire and bounty hunting strains their relationship and they break up before parting ways.

They start dating again after the liberation of Lothal and get married after the Battle of Endor. Hera officiates. Sabine is smug about getting married before Zeb.

After the war, they split their time between Krownest, where Sabine eventually inherits the title of Duchess Wren, Concord Dawn, where they help rebuild the Protectors, and Mandalore.

Kalluzeb

Kallus is pan, Zeb is gay.

They build up a friendship before and during season 4, and start dating after the Battle of Yavin. They have a lot of personal issues to work through and getting stuck on the ice moon together was only the beginning, but they both put in the effort and it pays off.

They get married after the Battle of Endor. Hera officiates. Zeb is kinda salty that Sabine beat him to the punch, but they have a great honeymoon on Lira San so it all evens out.

After the war, they help build up the refugee community on Lira San and travel around to locate other Lasat refugees. Zeb even serves a term as Senator for Lira San in the New Republic Senate.

Miscellaneous

Chirrut and Baze are both gay. They’ve been married for 30 years.

Rey is biromantic asexual, Finn is bi, and Poe is gay. Rey and Poe both date Finn but not each other.

Kanan, Hera, Leia, Han, Padmé, Cassian, Bodhi, and Rose are all bi. So are a plurality of the clones.

Lando is pan and genderfluid and their pronouns vary. They’re living their best life.

Echo is genderfluid and uses he/him. Fives is agender and uses they/them. None of Domino squad are cis.