Cody

Angsty Obi Wan death with blood? Yes, yes this be good. Clone wars death.

Posted on av swmoddy

The dying battle dim does not matter.

The painful press of emotions in his chest doesn’t matter.

The troopers running around making sure to keep the perimeter clear
and safe do not matter.

What matters is that Anakin keeps his hands firmly pressed on
Obi-Wan’s ribs, keeping the blood stained tabard right there. “You
need to talk to me Obi-Wan. Kix is on his way you know but I need you
to talk to me so I know it will be okay.” He offered, glancing up
at the redhead’s pale face and then back down at where his glove
covered hands are stained with Obi-Wan’s blood.

“Its okay Anakin… its going to be okay.” The older Jedi groans
a bit before he smiles, there’s blood on his teeth but he’s
smiling. “You’re going to be okay Ani.”

The blond jerked too a bit at the nickname, desperately wishing he
could have a hand free to call for Kix, to hear where the squad was.

Blood and dirt coated blood tips touched his cheek and Anakin looked
up again, eyes wide as he caught Obi-Wan’s soft smile again. “Proud
of you Ani, so proud of you… know I was distant, know I was…
terrible… but I am so proud of you.”

“You’re suppose to tell me those things when you’re high on
painkillers Obi-Wan, not before.” Anakin gave a shaky laugh, eyes
widening up as the redhead wheezed out a tiny laugh too.

“May not… have that option.” He got out, closing his eyes for a
few moments before opening them again, fingers brushing against
something wet on Anakin’s face. “Tell…Soka… proud of her…
too.” Obi-Wan offered slowly as blood pounded through the Jedi
knight, harsh and loud.

Cody is there suddenly, he’s saying something but the ringing in
Anakin’s ears wont stop and he can’t hear it. Obi-Wan does
however and he tilts his head to look at the commander, a soft smile
on his lips, eyes full of warmth as the trooper kneels down and
places his hands over Anakin’s, pinning the tabard down too.

Its a chance for Anakin to remove his hands, to reach up and cup the
others face, leaning down so their noses bumps together and their
foreheads rest together. “Come on, you can’t call me Ani and say
things like that. You can’t just…” There’s too much emotions
straining his chest for him to get it out, there’s just too much!

There was a little shaky hum, Obi-Wan’s fingers again brushing his
cheeks, leaving behind blood and dirt once again. “You’re to
pretty to cry Ani…” He whispered.

‘Oh, that’s the wetness.’ It was a numb realization even as
Obi-Wan’s hand dropped back to the ground.

“Don’t do this. Obi-Wan, you can’t do this.” He whispered,
fingers digging lightly into the bearded cheeks, bumping their noses
together as Obi-Wan fought to keep his eyes open. “We’re the
Team. There’s no Skywalker without Kenobi.”

Cody was saying something to someone, yelling, his gloved hands
turning red from Obi-Wan’s blood.

Obi-Wan lips moved but no sound escaped.

“Obi-Wan?” His touch must be hurting, his nails digging into the
skin beneath the beard.

A puff of air and then Obi-Wan went limp, the light of his eyes going
out.

“Obi-Wan!”

Angsty Obi Wan death with blood? Yes, yes this be good. Clone wars death.

Posted on av swmoddy

The dying battle dim does not matter.

The painful press of emotions in his chest doesn’t matter.

The troopers running around making sure to keep the perimeter clear
and safe do not matter.

What matters is that Anakin keeps his hands firmly pressed on
Obi-Wan’s ribs, keeping the blood stained tabard right there. “You
need to talk to me Obi-Wan. Kix is on his way you know but I need you
to talk to me so I know it will be okay.” He offered, glancing up
at the redhead’s pale face and then back down at where his glove
covered hands are stained with Obi-Wan’s blood.

“Its okay Anakin… its going to be okay.” The older Jedi groans
a bit before he smiles, there’s blood on his teeth but he’s
smiling. “You’re going to be okay Ani.”

The blond jerked too a bit at the nickname, desperately wishing he
could have a hand free to call for Kix, to hear where the squad was.

Blood and dirt coated blood tips touched his cheek and Anakin looked
up again, eyes wide as he caught Obi-Wan’s soft smile again. “Proud
of you Ani, so proud of you… know I was distant, know I was…
terrible… but I am so proud of you.”

“You’re suppose to tell me those things when you’re high on
painkillers Obi-Wan, not before.” Anakin gave a shaky laugh, eyes
widening up as the redhead wheezed out a tiny laugh too.

“May not… have that option.” He got out, closing his eyes for a
few moments before opening them again, fingers brushing against
something wet on Anakin’s face. “Tell…Soka… proud of her…
too.” Obi-Wan offered slowly as blood pounded through the Jedi
knight, harsh and loud.

Cody is there suddenly, he’s saying something but the ringing in
Anakin’s ears wont stop and he can’t hear it. Obi-Wan does
however and he tilts his head to look at the commander, a soft smile
on his lips, eyes full of warmth as the trooper kneels down and
places his hands over Anakin’s, pinning the tabard down too.

Its a chance for Anakin to remove his hands, to reach up and cup the
others face, leaning down so their noses bumps together and their
foreheads rest together. “Come on, you can’t call me Ani and say
things like that. You can’t just…” There’s too much emotions
straining his chest for him to get it out, there’s just too much!

There was a little shaky hum, Obi-Wan’s fingers again brushing his
cheeks, leaving behind blood and dirt once again. “You’re to
pretty to cry Ani…” He whispered.

‘Oh, that’s the wetness.’ It was a numb realization even as
Obi-Wan’s hand dropped back to the ground.

“Don’t do this. Obi-Wan, you can’t do this.” He whispered,
fingers digging lightly into the bearded cheeks, bumping their noses
together as Obi-Wan fought to keep his eyes open. “We’re the
Team. There’s no Skywalker without Kenobi.”

Cody was saying something to someone, yelling, his gloved hands
turning red from Obi-Wan’s blood.

Obi-Wan lips moved but no sound escaped.

“Obi-Wan?” His touch must be hurting, his nails digging into the
skin beneath the beard.

A puff of air and then Obi-Wan went limp, the light of his eyes going
out.

“Obi-Wan!”

Obi wan doesn’t intend to grow his hair out, but with everything going on with the war and being so busy… his hair gets long. At some point he just starts tying it back… until one day one of the clones offers to braid it for him. It becomes a thing with the clones to braid their general’s hair, especially since it seems to calm both parties and well, the results speak for themselves.

Posted on av swmoddy

His hair is getting in his face.

Its getting in his face and its becoming a real annoyance which
blowing it out of his face is no longer helping because its gotten
much to long and with a low grumble, Obi-Wan pushed a few long
strands behind his ear before pushing himself straight from where he
had been leaning over the holo display of the surrounding area.

“General?” Cody tilted his helmet at him, most likely looking at
him curiously and Obi-Wan waved at him, marching over to a crate.

“Just give me a moment.” He squatted down and reached into it,
rummaging quickly. Come on, he knew he’d seen-aha!

Pulling out a wire, Obi-Wan pulled his hair back and tied it with the
wire. It would do until he could get his hair cut or something.

Giving his head a little shake and smiling when none of the hair fell
into his face, Obi-Wan returned to the map. “Alright Cody, lets
continue.”

But Cody was looking between the crate and Obi-Wan, incredulity
leaking off him into the Force as he did. “Did…General did you
just tie your hair back with an electric wire?”

Raising his brows at his commander, Obi-Wan gave a half nod. “Well
yes, its not like I carry hair ties and my hair was getting in my
face. I’ll get it cut soon enough so this is an emergency solution
one.” He offered in what he felt was a sensible tone.

Cody seems to stare at him a long moment before he finally turns back
to the map but Obi-Wan is getting the distinct feeling that the
commander does NOT believe him.

But hey, the electric wire holds.

And starts a trend because Obi-Wan just can’t get to the part where
he cuts his hair so he ends up with whatever make shift thing he
finds to keep his hair out of his eyes. Its apparently all the rage
on the holonet Ahsoka tells him with a wide toothy grin.

A game of ‘what is Kenobi wearing in his hair today.’

Great.

Apparently someone (and Obi-Wan strongly suspects Cody) has had
enough eventually because a bag of hair ties end up on his desk on
the Negotiator in his quarters one day about four weeks after the
first electric wire incident.

His fans are apparently sad they can’t play their game anymore.

And then comes the offer.

“You know sir, if you want, I can braid your hair for you.” Waxer
offered, peering at him. “I mean it would make it easier to keep
your hair out of the way, keep it cleaner for a little while if
things are blowing up around us.” He grinned.

Pondering it for a few seconds long enough for Waxer’s smile to get
nervous and Cody to start making finger signals at the trooper,
Obi-Wan eventually gave a hum. “That does sound like a good idea.
If you don’t mind that is Waxer?”

“Not at all sir!” The clone looked delighted and pulled over a
chair, beaming at his General.

Obi-Wan took the cue with a little chuckle and sat down, letting
Waxer give his hair a quick brush out before the trooper started to
braid, tugging lightly on Obi-Wan’s hair so not to make the braid
too tight and give the General even more headaches.

It felt nice, soothing, it was enough to let tense muscle settle down
and it also started a trend.

It seemed like pretty much all his troopers knew how to braid though
Obi-Wan had a sneaking suspicion that some of them had only RECENTLY
learned it via some of their other vods.

But who was he to argue about the result.

The result that had his shoulders lowering as he melted beneath the
touch of careful hands braiding his hair away from his face and
lightly scratching his scalp.

Hell it was almost enough to fall asleep from.

‘Joy can come in small packages.’ He thought drowsily as Longshot
carefully tugged his hair.

Obi wan doesn’t intend to grow his hair out, but with everything going on with the war and being so busy… his hair gets long. At some point he just starts tying it back… until one day one of the clones offers to braid it for him. It becomes a thing with the clones to braid their general’s hair, especially since it seems to calm both parties and well, the results speak for themselves.

Posted on av swmoddy

His hair is getting in his face.

Its getting in his face and its becoming a real annoyance which
blowing it out of his face is no longer helping because its gotten
much to long and with a low grumble, Obi-Wan pushed a few long
strands behind his ear before pushing himself straight from where he
had been leaning over the holo display of the surrounding area.

“General?” Cody tilted his helmet at him, most likely looking at
him curiously and Obi-Wan waved at him, marching over to a crate.

“Just give me a moment.” He squatted down and reached into it,
rummaging quickly. Come on, he knew he’d seen-aha!

Pulling out a wire, Obi-Wan pulled his hair back and tied it with the
wire. It would do until he could get his hair cut or something.

Giving his head a little shake and smiling when none of the hair fell
into his face, Obi-Wan returned to the map. “Alright Cody, lets
continue.”

But Cody was looking between the crate and Obi-Wan, incredulity
leaking off him into the Force as he did. “Did…General did you
just tie your hair back with an electric wire?”

Raising his brows at his commander, Obi-Wan gave a half nod. “Well
yes, its not like I carry hair ties and my hair was getting in my
face. I’ll get it cut soon enough so this is an emergency solution
one.” He offered in what he felt was a sensible tone.

Cody seems to stare at him a long moment before he finally turns back
to the map but Obi-Wan is getting the distinct feeling that the
commander does NOT believe him.

But hey, the electric wire holds.

And starts a trend because Obi-Wan just can’t get to the part where
he cuts his hair so he ends up with whatever make shift thing he
finds to keep his hair out of his eyes. Its apparently all the rage
on the holonet Ahsoka tells him with a wide toothy grin.

A game of ‘what is Kenobi wearing in his hair today.’

Great.

Apparently someone (and Obi-Wan strongly suspects Cody) has had
enough eventually because a bag of hair ties end up on his desk on
the Negotiator in his quarters one day about four weeks after the
first electric wire incident.

His fans are apparently sad they can’t play their game anymore.

And then comes the offer.

“You know sir, if you want, I can braid your hair for you.” Waxer
offered, peering at him. “I mean it would make it easier to keep
your hair out of the way, keep it cleaner for a little while if
things are blowing up around us.” He grinned.

Pondering it for a few seconds long enough for Waxer’s smile to get
nervous and Cody to start making finger signals at the trooper,
Obi-Wan eventually gave a hum. “That does sound like a good idea.
If you don’t mind that is Waxer?”

“Not at all sir!” The clone looked delighted and pulled over a
chair, beaming at his General.

Obi-Wan took the cue with a little chuckle and sat down, letting
Waxer give his hair a quick brush out before the trooper started to
braid, tugging lightly on Obi-Wan’s hair so not to make the braid
too tight and give the General even more headaches.

It felt nice, soothing, it was enough to let tense muscle settle down
and it also started a trend.

It seemed like pretty much all his troopers knew how to braid though
Obi-Wan had a sneaking suspicion that some of them had only RECENTLY
learned it via some of their other vods.

But who was he to argue about the result.

The result that had his shoulders lowering as he melted beneath the
touch of careful hands braiding his hair away from his face and
lightly scratching his scalp.

Hell it was almost enough to fall asleep from.

‘Joy can come in small packages.’ He thought drowsily as Longshot
carefully tugged his hair.

Obi and Anakin are in a battle. Obi Wan orders to fall back bc he saw it was a trap but Anakin thinks they still have a chance so he goes and is overpowered. Obi saves him but he ends up badly injured and Anakin feels so guilty. I really love all your angsty fics.

Posted on av swmoddy

Tinkering with mechanics are easy.

Tinkering doesn’t require emotions or thinking or battle plans.

Tinkering means he doesn’t have to think about the way Obi-Wan had
coughed up blood, white teeth stained with blood as blood ran in
rivulets into his beard and darkened the copper and golden strands as
he held onto his injured ribs.

…Karking Force he was thinking of it again and let out a frustrated
breath through his nose that caused Ahsoka to look up from the pad
she was reading on, a sympathetic look on her face. “You could just
go see him. You know he wouldn’t blame you, Master Obi-Wan never
blames you.”

‘No but Cody certainly does.’ He didn’t say that as he stared
at this young padawan. “I should have listened to him. If I’d
listened to him all this wouldn’t have happened.” He sighed.

“Yeah, but hey, there is a bright spot in all of this.” She
grinned, showing her sharp canines.

Raising an annoyed eyebrow, Anakin set his tools aside. “And that
is?”

“I got a valuable lesson in who the best tactician is. Jumping is
important but sometimes you need to consider the situation.” She
chirped, seemingly quite happy since they knew Obi-Wan would be fine.

For her it was alright, it wasn’t her fault Obi-Wan got hurt.

For Anakin the situation was different, the guilt eating him up from
the inside. “I guess when you put it like that…” He sighed.
“Still.”

“Well go say sorry to Master Obi-Wan then.” She waved a hand at
him, smiling more gently.

Glancing down at his oil stained hands, Anakin gave a slow nod then
got up, taking an antibacterial cloth to clean off his hands before
he headed towards the set up medical tent where he knew Obi-Wan still
was.

He passed the commander on the way but despite the unhappiness the
clone was giving into the Force, he made no move to stop Anakin or
distract him.

Which was a relief.

It meant that one, Obi-Wan was well enough for company and two, Cody
was not going to let this affect his performance as a capable
commander.

Its a relief to see Obi-Wan sitting up in the medical bed with the
sheets around his waist, the crisp white bandages stark against the
pale skin.

The man instantly perks up when he sees Anakin and waves him over.
“There you are, I could feel you sulking across the camp.” He
chuckled faintly, leaned into the pillows behind his back.

“I was not sulking.” Anakin huffed quietly even as he came over
and sat down at the others bedside. “I was working.”

“You were doing your guilty sulk.” Obi-Wan smirked faintly. “Did
Ahsoka talk you out of it? Tru usually had to do it when you were a
padawan.”

Anakin gave a little grumbly mutter then sighed and nodded. “Alright,
fine, I was doing a guilty sulk. I just…I should have listened to
you.” He sighed, reaching out and taking Obi-Wan’s closest hand
in his, giving it a little squeeze.

Squeezing gently in return, Obi-Wan hummed. “Sometimes your gambles
work out, other times they don’t. That’s just how it is Anakin.”
He offered gently.

“Yeah but usually you don’t pay for my mistakes.” The blond
spat out sharply before sighing and rubbing his mech hand over his
face. “…Sorry. I just… I don’t like seeing you hurt and this
is my fault that you did get hurt.”

Quietly, Obi-Wan watched him before snorting and shaking his head
slowly. “Did you tell me to jump between you and the mud
slide?”
“Well n-no bu-”

“Did you control me into place then or tell me to go there at all?”

“No but I was the one who pushed our luck and the dam broke because
of that and flooded everything which caused the mud slide that also
loosened the boulders that smashed your ribs. Obi-Wan your ribs
pierced your lung!” Anakin waved his hand at the other and sighed
again. “Just honestly Obi-Wan.”

“I’d give you a shake but I’ll settle for this.” Obi-Wan
squeezed the others hand again. “Anakin, you don’t control my
actions. What I do is on my own shoulders and this.” He gave his
bacta bandage covered ribs a gentle touch. “Is my own fault. Now, I
do want some help.”

Deciding that arguing was not worth it, Anakin sat up. “Sure.”

“Can you please get me some water?” Obi-Wan smiled. “Because
I’m really thirsty.”

The two stared at each other then Anakin let out a sharp snort and a
nod. “Yeah, alright old man.” He grinned. “Okay.”

Obi and Anakin are in a battle. Obi Wan orders to fall back bc he saw it was a trap but Anakin thinks they still have a chance so he goes and is overpowered. Obi saves him but he ends up badly injured and Anakin feels so guilty. I really love all your angsty fics.

Posted on av swmoddy

Tinkering with mechanics are easy.

Tinkering doesn’t require emotions or thinking or battle plans.

Tinkering means he doesn’t have to think about the way Obi-Wan had
coughed up blood, white teeth stained with blood as blood ran in
rivulets into his beard and darkened the copper and golden strands as
he held onto his injured ribs.

…Karking Force he was thinking of it again and let out a frustrated
breath through his nose that caused Ahsoka to look up from the pad
she was reading on, a sympathetic look on her face. “You could just
go see him. You know he wouldn’t blame you, Master Obi-Wan never
blames you.”

‘No but Cody certainly does.’ He didn’t say that as he stared
at this young padawan. “I should have listened to him. If I’d
listened to him all this wouldn’t have happened.” He sighed.

“Yeah, but hey, there is a bright spot in all of this.” She
grinned, showing her sharp canines.

Raising an annoyed eyebrow, Anakin set his tools aside. “And that
is?”

“I got a valuable lesson in who the best tactician is. Jumping is
important but sometimes you need to consider the situation.” She
chirped, seemingly quite happy since they knew Obi-Wan would be fine.

For her it was alright, it wasn’t her fault Obi-Wan got hurt.

For Anakin the situation was different, the guilt eating him up from
the inside. “I guess when you put it like that…” He sighed.
“Still.”

“Well go say sorry to Master Obi-Wan then.” She waved a hand at
him, smiling more gently.

Glancing down at his oil stained hands, Anakin gave a slow nod then
got up, taking an antibacterial cloth to clean off his hands before
he headed towards the set up medical tent where he knew Obi-Wan still
was.

He passed the commander on the way but despite the unhappiness the
clone was giving into the Force, he made no move to stop Anakin or
distract him.

Which was a relief.

It meant that one, Obi-Wan was well enough for company and two, Cody
was not going to let this affect his performance as a capable
commander.

Its a relief to see Obi-Wan sitting up in the medical bed with the
sheets around his waist, the crisp white bandages stark against the
pale skin.

The man instantly perks up when he sees Anakin and waves him over.
“There you are, I could feel you sulking across the camp.” He
chuckled faintly, leaned into the pillows behind his back.

“I was not sulking.” Anakin huffed quietly even as he came over
and sat down at the others bedside. “I was working.”

“You were doing your guilty sulk.” Obi-Wan smirked faintly. “Did
Ahsoka talk you out of it? Tru usually had to do it when you were a
padawan.”

Anakin gave a little grumbly mutter then sighed and nodded. “Alright,
fine, I was doing a guilty sulk. I just…I should have listened to
you.” He sighed, reaching out and taking Obi-Wan’s closest hand
in his, giving it a little squeeze.

Squeezing gently in return, Obi-Wan hummed. “Sometimes your gambles
work out, other times they don’t. That’s just how it is Anakin.”
He offered gently.

“Yeah but usually you don’t pay for my mistakes.” The blond
spat out sharply before sighing and rubbing his mech hand over his
face. “…Sorry. I just… I don’t like seeing you hurt and this
is my fault that you did get hurt.”

Quietly, Obi-Wan watched him before snorting and shaking his head
slowly. “Did you tell me to jump between you and the mud
slide?”
“Well n-no bu-”

“Did you control me into place then or tell me to go there at all?”

“No but I was the one who pushed our luck and the dam broke because
of that and flooded everything which caused the mud slide that also
loosened the boulders that smashed your ribs. Obi-Wan your ribs
pierced your lung!” Anakin waved his hand at the other and sighed
again. “Just honestly Obi-Wan.”

“I’d give you a shake but I’ll settle for this.” Obi-Wan
squeezed the others hand again. “Anakin, you don’t control my
actions. What I do is on my own shoulders and this.” He gave his
bacta bandage covered ribs a gentle touch. “Is my own fault. Now, I
do want some help.”

Deciding that arguing was not worth it, Anakin sat up. “Sure.”

“Can you please get me some water?” Obi-Wan smiled. “Because
I’m really thirsty.”

The two stared at each other then Anakin let out a sharp snort and a
nod. “Yeah, alright old man.” He grinned. “Okay.”

Your Cat!Obi stories are so charming and I haven’t seen one for a while, so: the clones find a very young orphaned Servalo kitten in the middle of a fight/evacuation.

Posted on av swmoddy

“Where did you all even find her?”
Obi-Wan tucked himself around the little mewling kitten that couldn’t
be more then just a few days old, holding her close as he groomed her
ears.

“Among the rubble, I thought she was
a normal cat until I saw…well… the bodies of the adults. They
must have been caught in the blitz of it all.” Cody explained
carefully as he watched his General care for the still blind baby of
his own race. “I’m sorry but I didn’t find anything else.”

“That’s fine but she needs milk,
could you try to check for some? She must be hungry.” Obi-Wan
sighed a bit at the idea of more orphans in this damn war and then
nuzzled the mewling kitten who was making it clear that despite being
clean now, warm and tucked in, she was still unhappy.

The option left was that she was hungry
since Helix had looked the little one over for injuries.

‘Though then again, she may be over
stimulated.’ Obi-Wan mused even as Cody slipped out to find milk
for her.

Purring quietly at her to sooth,
Obi-Wan nosed her inky black fur gently and tried to sooth at her
with the Force as he used to do with younglings in the creche when he
was doing creche chores or was being punished with said creche care.

She mewled and turned into him, tucking
into his warm fur and the coarse fabric of his tunic, pink nose
gently rubbing against it then whimpering when she didn’t find the
smell she was looking for.

‘She’s looking for a parent.’
Obi-Wan thought sadly and then continued grooming the little thing as
carefully as he could.

To be frankly honest, he had never
taken care of one of his own before and for the most part the creche
children had treated him either like a common feline in clothes where
they could pet him (for the very youngest) or as another Jedi for the
older ones.

She had calmed down a little by the time Cody returned with a bottle
with a rubber glove tip fashioned into a teeth on the end. “Helix
suggested it, he took one of his medical gloves.” The commander
offered at the surprised but pleased look on their General’s face.

“Good, good, she’s not old enough to sip for sure.” He shifted
and sat up, tucking the kit into his arms and holding out his hand
for the bottle.

The moment the teat was set to her mouth she latched on and started
sucking, making Obi-Wan at least partially right in his assumption
that the little one was hungry.

Who knew how long she had lain beside her parents corpses all alone,
for all they knew she was closing in on her last strength when she
was found.

“Its going to be alright little one, we’ll find somewhere for
you.” Obi-Wan promised the kit as she suckled hungrily at the
makeshift teat.

War takes and it takes and it takes.

But perhaps if a small spark can survive a total devastation of a
bomb blitz, then there is hope for the future.

Your Cat!Obi stories are so charming and I haven’t seen one for a while, so: the clones find a very young orphaned Servalo kitten in the middle of a fight/evacuation.

Posted on av swmoddy

“Where did you all even find her?”
Obi-Wan tucked himself around the little mewling kitten that couldn’t
be more then just a few days old, holding her close as he groomed her
ears.

“Among the rubble, I thought she was
a normal cat until I saw…well… the bodies of the adults. They
must have been caught in the blitz of it all.” Cody explained
carefully as he watched his General care for the still blind baby of
his own race. “I’m sorry but I didn’t find anything else.”

“That’s fine but she needs milk,
could you try to check for some? She must be hungry.” Obi-Wan
sighed a bit at the idea of more orphans in this damn war and then
nuzzled the mewling kitten who was making it clear that despite being
clean now, warm and tucked in, she was still unhappy.

The option left was that she was hungry
since Helix had looked the little one over for injuries.

‘Though then again, she may be over
stimulated.’ Obi-Wan mused even as Cody slipped out to find milk
for her.

Purring quietly at her to sooth,
Obi-Wan nosed her inky black fur gently and tried to sooth at her
with the Force as he used to do with younglings in the creche when he
was doing creche chores or was being punished with said creche care.

She mewled and turned into him, tucking
into his warm fur and the coarse fabric of his tunic, pink nose
gently rubbing against it then whimpering when she didn’t find the
smell she was looking for.

‘She’s looking for a parent.’
Obi-Wan thought sadly and then continued grooming the little thing as
carefully as he could.

To be frankly honest, he had never
taken care of one of his own before and for the most part the creche
children had treated him either like a common feline in clothes where
they could pet him (for the very youngest) or as another Jedi for the
older ones.

She had calmed down a little by the time Cody returned with a bottle
with a rubber glove tip fashioned into a teeth on the end. “Helix
suggested it, he took one of his medical gloves.” The commander
offered at the surprised but pleased look on their General’s face.

“Good, good, she’s not old enough to sip for sure.” He shifted
and sat up, tucking the kit into his arms and holding out his hand
for the bottle.

The moment the teat was set to her mouth she latched on and started
sucking, making Obi-Wan at least partially right in his assumption
that the little one was hungry.

Who knew how long she had lain beside her parents corpses all alone,
for all they knew she was closing in on her last strength when she
was found.

“Its going to be alright little one, we’ll find somewhere for
you.” Obi-Wan promised the kit as she suckled hungrily at the
makeshift teat.

War takes and it takes and it takes.

But perhaps if a small spark can survive a total devastation of a
bomb blitz, then there is hope for the future.

Haven’t had a… Haven’t had an ask for twin suns in a while?!?! *gasps in horror* I wake every day and remind myself that you are a very popular author and I CANNOT flood your inbox with ask’s begging for more of the 1,001 glorious stories you have written and I am in love with. That’s Literally the only thing stopping me, Because I Would! If you have anymore Twin Suns thoughts please consider this an ask, because I will never not push for twin suns right up until the day it’s finished.

Posted on av swmoddy

“The General is resting currently,
long therapy session, but you’re welcome to go see him if you want
to.” Commander Snow said lightly, not looking at Cody.

Every
vod of the 212th
and the Relief effort knew
about the relationship between the two. So
the fact that Cody had come looking for Snow to hear about the
General’s condition was not surprising really.

“You’ve
seen him?” Cody questioned.

“Only
for half an hour. He wanted to ask about the relief effort and how we
are doing now but I told him we’ve been collecting supplies and
that appeased him. He looks… well he needs at least another week in
the temple before we’re going anywhere. As I understand, you and
your general is getting shipped out tomorrow so I’d suggest going
now.” Snow looked up at him then smiled, the white haired vod
looking a bit wry. “He looked like he was expecting someone to come
with me anyhow.”

Cody
snorted but nodded. “I need a reason though…”

“I
don’t think you do.” Snow shrugged at the others look. “I think
most will just let you visit him if I’m honest. You and him are
like Skywalker and Senator Amidala, worst secrets of Coruscant.”

“I
hate you.”

“I’m
sure you do vod.”

Well
fortune favors the bold they said and Cody was a brave vod, so he
headed out after giving a message to Waxer.

It
was a mind numbing ride, wondering about his Ben but once he was
there he ended up hesitating on the steps of the Jedi temple, staring
up at it. Was he really welcome in this place just to see Ben who
wasn’t even his Gener-

“Cody!”

He
jerked to then then relaxed
when he saw General Skywalker jog over to him. “General.”

“Commander.”
The blond twin greeted, smiling slightly. “Ben is in his room,
would you like me to escort you to him? Or are you here for Qui-Gon?”

“Ben.”
Cody got out before he could regret and turn hide and run with his
tail between his legs.

“Oh
good, he’s been hoping to see you.” Anakin hummed and grabbed the
other by the shoulder, pulling him along, Cody following as quick as
he could though he already knew the way to Ben’s room.

Half
way he noted several amused looking Jedi who discreetly glanced away
when they noticed him seeing them. ‘Worst kept secrets of
Coruscant. Oh kark.’ Cody was starting to feel embarrassed.

And
then he didn’t anymore when he was in Ben’s room, the redhead
smiling so brilliantly at him as Cody settled his helmet on the mans
coffee table as he sat down on the couch beside him.

“I’ll
leave things to you two.” Anakin offered brightly.

“Give
my regards to Padme.” Ben
shot back, smirking a bit when the door shut with a low curse then
turned back to Cody. “I’m so glad you’re he-oh.” Ben melted
when the trooper moved closer and wrapped his arms around the Jedi.

“…You’re
here…back in my arms… thank all the stars in the galaxy.” Cody
whispered, stroking his hand over the red hair. “Why does things
always happen to you?” He pressed a soft kiss to the others temple.

“Because
that’s how the galaxy spins…don’t worry, for better or for
worse, the end is coming soon.” Ben offered quietly.

“…I
don’t like the sound of that Ben.” The clone returned.

“I
know. But that’s how the galaxy also spins. Just…just be with me
in this moment my Cody.” Ben whispered.

Cody
shifted a bit back and started unsnapping his armor until he was left
in the underblacks before pulling Ben properly into him and holding
him tight.

“Be
in this moment.”

Haven’t had a… Haven’t had an ask for twin suns in a while?!?! *gasps in horror* I wake every day and remind myself that you are a very popular author and I CANNOT flood your inbox with ask’s begging for more of the 1,001 glorious stories you have written and I am in love with. That’s Literally the only thing stopping me, Because I Would! If you have anymore Twin Suns thoughts please consider this an ask, because I will never not push for twin suns right up until the day it’s finished.

Posted on av swmoddy

“The General is resting currently,
long therapy session, but you’re welcome to go see him if you want
to.” Commander Snow said lightly, not looking at Cody.

Every
vod of the 212th
and the Relief effort knew
about the relationship between the two. So
the fact that Cody had come looking for Snow to hear about the
General’s condition was not surprising really.

“You’ve
seen him?” Cody questioned.

“Only
for half an hour. He wanted to ask about the relief effort and how we
are doing now but I told him we’ve been collecting supplies and
that appeased him. He looks… well he needs at least another week in
the temple before we’re going anywhere. As I understand, you and
your general is getting shipped out tomorrow so I’d suggest going
now.” Snow looked up at him then smiled, the white haired vod
looking a bit wry. “He looked like he was expecting someone to come
with me anyhow.”

Cody
snorted but nodded. “I need a reason though…”

“I
don’t think you do.” Snow shrugged at the others look. “I think
most will just let you visit him if I’m honest. You and him are
like Skywalker and Senator Amidala, worst secrets of Coruscant.”

“I
hate you.”

“I’m
sure you do vod.”

Well
fortune favors the bold they said and Cody was a brave vod, so he
headed out after giving a message to Waxer.

It
was a mind numbing ride, wondering about his Ben but once he was
there he ended up hesitating on the steps of the Jedi temple, staring
up at it. Was he really welcome in this place just to see Ben who
wasn’t even his Gener-

“Cody!”

He
jerked to then then relaxed
when he saw General Skywalker jog over to him. “General.”

“Commander.”
The blond twin greeted, smiling slightly. “Ben is in his room,
would you like me to escort you to him? Or are you here for Qui-Gon?”

“Ben.”
Cody got out before he could regret and turn hide and run with his
tail between his legs.

“Oh
good, he’s been hoping to see you.” Anakin hummed and grabbed the
other by the shoulder, pulling him along, Cody following as quick as
he could though he already knew the way to Ben’s room.

Half
way he noted several amused looking Jedi who discreetly glanced away
when they noticed him seeing them. ‘Worst kept secrets of
Coruscant. Oh kark.’ Cody was starting to feel embarrassed.

And
then he didn’t anymore when he was in Ben’s room, the redhead
smiling so brilliantly at him as Cody settled his helmet on the mans
coffee table as he sat down on the couch beside him.

“I’ll
leave things to you two.” Anakin offered brightly.

“Give
my regards to Padme.” Ben
shot back, smirking a bit when the door shut with a low curse then
turned back to Cody. “I’m so glad you’re he-oh.” Ben melted
when the trooper moved closer and wrapped his arms around the Jedi.

“…You’re
here…back in my arms… thank all the stars in the galaxy.” Cody
whispered, stroking his hand over the red hair. “Why does things
always happen to you?” He pressed a soft kiss to the others temple.

“Because
that’s how the galaxy spins…don’t worry, for better or for
worse, the end is coming soon.” Ben offered quietly.

“…I
don’t like the sound of that Ben.” The clone returned.

“I
know. But that’s how the galaxy also spins. Just…just be with me
in this moment my Cody.” Ben whispered.

Cody
shifted a bit back and started unsnapping his armor until he was left
in the underblacks before pulling Ben properly into him and holding
him tight.

“Be
in this moment.”