For the touch ask prompts: Codywan and "shielding the other one with their body", please!
codywan, 780 words, post-war no order 66 AU
“Oh Force, Cody, save me.”
Cody doesn’t hesitate. Between one breath and the next he sweeps Obi-Wan into his arms, holding him close against his chest, and turns so his back is facing the centre of the room. Obi-Wan curls up against his chest, tucking his head in close. They’re of a similar enough height that Cody can’t completely hide his partner, but they’re close enough that Obi-Wan can claim plausible deniability that he didn’t see anyone who was looking for him.
“Who is it?” Cody mutters into his ear, feeling his hair tickle against his lips. He’s still not used to this – not to holding Obi-Wan so openly in public, nor the strange fit of the formal wear across his shoulders, or the tang of the exotic food in his mouth. But he’s putting on a straight face, because he’s the most highly ranked clone here – the highly formerly ranked. With the GAR dissolved at the end of the war, he has no military titles any more. That doesn’t stop Senators and governmental leaders and random people on the street from recognising him. The holo that had gone viral of him and Obi-Wan kissing at the announcement of the war’s end, and Cody had only cursed his distinctive facial scar ever since. For once, he’d be more than happy to blend in among the anonymity of his brothers.
“The Senator from Rhydills,” Obi-Wan replies, barely loud enough that Cody can hear him. “He’s coming over – to the dance floor, quickly.”
Cody swings Obi-Wan out among the couples that are twirling around each other, and his mouth twitches in a smile as he hears an annoyed sigh. Obi-Wan takes the lead easily, and Cody focuses on remembering the steps that he had insisted that Obi-Wan teach him the day before. He hadn’t expected to dance, but he likes to account for all possibilities, and it’s paying off now.
“What did he want to talk about?” Cody asks, wondering if Obi-Wan is trying to put the conversation off for a minute or for forever.
“His planet has recently undergone a civil war between the two main religions that make up the majority of the population,” Obi-Wan answers.
“While our war was ongoing?” Cody asks, a little startled.
“Of course,” Obi-Wan snorts. “It never rains, my dear – it pours. But anyhow, he’s intent on resettling as many troopers as possible on his planet. The male population was near destroyed in the fighting, and they’re likely to have a population crisis in the next twenty years if he doesn’t make up for it somehow.”
“With clones?” Cody asks. “But won’t that just give him a new population crisis in fifty years, when everyone’s children are related to each other?”
“A point that I have tried to convey to him three times in the last week,” Obi-Wan sighs. “I think he is very fixated on the current moment. A regiment has resettled on Rhydills, but I think he was hoping for one of the armies instead.”
Cody takes a moment to digest that. In the months since the war ended, there have been many offers from different planets to settle Cody’s brothers. Their contribution to the galaxy notwithstanding, Cody knows that the speed at which they learn, their adaptability, endurance, and tenaciousness of the clones in all areas, not only war, has made them attractive immigrants. Few had been willing to stay on Coruscant once the breadth of the galaxy was made available to them, though they are in the process of setting up a robust online presence to stay connected even as they scatter physically. One tenth of all of his brothers, on one planet? There’s no possibility of that happening.
“So instead of telling him no for a fourth time, you’d prefer to dance with me?” Cody asks. He would love to kiss him, but even if their relationship is public now, he still shies away from any displays that draw attention to it.
“If I were to list the activities I would prefer to avoid and instead dance with you, we would be here next week, my dear,” Obi-Wan says, eyes crinkling as he smiles.
Cody holds his silence as they turn around the floor, though he can feel the heat in his cheeks as they move. “I would be here until next month,” he finally says, and Obi-Wan laughs.
“Well, I shall not attempt to argue with that. If we’re both so invested in our time here, perhaps we should make good use of it?”
“Yes,” Cody agrees, and pays no attention to Senators or politics or the rest of the galaxy – not when he has everything he needs right here, in his arms.
Another attack done one @cryptiddotjpeg My dnd brain activated and I had to give your character a scene lol. Hope you like it!
I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.
A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress.
But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.
So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.
BUT THEN
They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.
The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine.
(Right?)
(…Wrong.)
- What is… help. Help!-
- ake up! You have t-
- been days. You need sleep, you-
- nother transfusion. We could-
- out of sedatives!-
A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.
‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’
idk another sw:tcw au
Everything is the same but jedi in addition to being force sensitive are mythical creatures (dragon!Anakin, selkie!Obi-Wan)
idea 1
212th gets a briefing before meeting Obi-Wan which explains why they should never touch his Coat. The thing is, the briefing forgot to include a picture. Obi-Wan's Coat is perfectly safe and hidden while Cody gets an aneurism posting armed guards next to every cloak Obi-Wan dramatically sheds in battle. Obi-Wan thinks that Cody makes him pick up the cloaks after himself as a disciplinary action.
-Cody, dear, would you please fetch me my cloak? -General, I'm flattered but I'm not ready for marriage.
idea 2
Dragons have an innate need to hoard. Generally gold but not necessarily. Anakin hoards people. If he could have his way, he would gather everyone in one place and perch somewhere up high so he could keep an eye on everyone. Anakin loves vode piles.
Stewjoni are ancient bioweapons. Designed to hunt darksiders Au
The first time the troops see Obi-wan drop his human facade is when he tears Pong Krells throat out with his teeth.
Obi-wan had been having an uneasy feeling about the other Jedi and had diverted to check in when he saw what the man was doing. Then felt the darkside dripping off the man.
He completely lost his composure. He didn't even try to use his saber. Just launched himself at Krell and tore into him.
In the end Obi-wan was standing there in a daze as he calmed down. Blood all over him.
The troopers that witnessed the scene are in shock. Too stunned to move.
Finally Waxer and Fives pull themselves together enough to approach.
"General Kenobi? Wha-" Waxer starts. Biting his tongue when the jedi snaps his head around to look at him.
His eyes are glowing. Not yellow. Waxer feels a blinding wave of relief at that. Not sith yellow. But blue, with a hint of green. Some of his freckles are glowing too. A strange bioluminesance that theyve never seen displayed before.
"Sir, you okay?" Fives gathers the courage to ask.
Obi-wan blinks. The dazed, almost feral, look in his eye fades. He swollows, then grimaces. Likely from the blood in his mouth. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to answer.
His teeth have changed. Now slightly longer and sharp.
"'M fine." The redhead rasps. Voice holding a hint of something guttural. "The men?"
Waxer glances back to the troops. They still havent moved, but they also seem to have relaxed a bit.
"Fine. Everyones fine. General, what happened just now?" Waxer asks.
The jedi makes an odd trilling noise. "Ah... I may have... Lost my control. I apologize for scaring you all."
Five snorts. "Scaring us? General that was the hottest kriffing thing ive ever seen!"
Waxer doesnt hesitate to punch the ARC trooper.
AU where whenever Anakin starts goin Dark Side, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Padme or Rex hand him a tablet with baby sensory videos on it and he calms right the fuck down. He even drooled that one time. His favorites are the meilooruns that bounce back and forth. It feels like his happy place. It feels like his brain is dying and that’s just fuckin fine with him. Sometimes Rex will hug him super tight instead and he gets all needy and cuddles into his neck cause that’s some good freaking pressure Omfg. Eventually the clones build him a sensory hammock in his quarters and now Ani misses the hugs. Someone’s gonna have to get on that. Cuddle him plz. Someone asked Obi-Wan how he kept Anakin sane through his teen years and he just shrugs and mentions they have a sensory gym at the Jedi temple. The clones then realize he’s got the autism and needs calm down times. Mood. Sometimes Fives joins him with the baby sensory videos. Lmao. Obi-Wan’s version of baby sensory videos is feeling interesting textures and Ghost company keeps bringing him home new cloth textures to feel. They made him a texture blankie and now he willingly sleeps wtf. Ahsoka is jealous and would like some of this fun shit. They give her fidget toys. She deserves to press buttons.
“Hey I love your story! Is it okay if I draw-“
"Kid's media deserves to be thoughtful and well-written because kids are smarter and can handle it, and bad writing shouldn't be written off as just 'it's for kids what do you expect'" and "If the target audience is kids, even older ones, you can't expect it to always be realistic and go in-depth about every issue they discuss" are ideas that can and should coexist.
Typical day for Cody and Rex
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