âMebbe hyu ken explain some tings, like vhy Miz Agathaâs boy gots a vall goink op around an impenetrable barrier, und vhy dey iz mostly just kemped out in de fields und iz not takink op enny positions dot iz ectually useful except all de landing pads.â Dimo paused. âAlso vhy dey need so many landing pads, dis seems excessive, iz like dey tink if dey have enough, airships vill chust spring out ov de ground likeâŠlike vheat or someting, Hy dunno.â He considered. âDey kenât ecktually do dot, right? Dot vould be really annoying, seeding de valley vit airships like dot. Who do dey tink dey iz, ennyvay, dey didnât effen esk us if dey could have an airship farm in our valley.â
Dimo to Higgs (chp. 2)
The General by adiduck (book_people) (AO3)
Girl Genius â Teen
#Mentions of Gore and Amputation #Mentions of Suicide #Sheep Abuse #Gross Misuse of Live Sheep
It takes six months for Dimo to officially become acting general of the Jaegermonster army after Baron Klaus Wulfenbach locks Mechanicsburg, and himself and their Heterodyne with it. A lot can happen in six months.
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âAre you going to kill me right here, Mandâalor?â Obi-Wan manages.
Fett freezes, his hold loosening, and shoves away from him as if burned, getting to his feet. Obi-Wan coughs, looks up to where the man is watching him with some strange mix of emotion. His shields are exceptionally strong, for a null.
âThere is no Mandâalor,â Fett says finally, and walks right out of the room.
(Or: 15-year-old Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker crash-lands on Kamino on the one day a cycle when the seas are calm and the storms abate. At the time, he doesnât think much of it. Laterâmuch laterâhe will come to see it as an omen.)
ohhhhhh that was a score! Okay a painfully obvious attempt here for my third and final (for now): KISS :O
horse girl mav is always a score ;))
I was almost mean and went with a cheek kiss for this one, but there's this instance later so...I won't be THAT mean
Tom didnât have time to finish his confused query before Pete had leaned up and pressed his lips to Tomâs. He was sure his own lips were chapped due to his dehydration, but Tomâs were smooth, and they parted slightly under Peteâs. He wanted the kiss to last forever, but he could not afford that, so he pulled back just slightly, enough to talk unimpeded, but no further.Â
âDoes that answer your question, my liege?â he asked, hoarsely.
Hey there! I realize that you didn't leave your tumblr link on your recent icemav fic, but I do not have twitter, so I thought I'd just quickly drop in here and leave an additional comment instead. I'm REALLY intrigued by the start of The Care of the Flyer! It's so well-written, and the characters are so deeply recognizable even in this different context! I'm really looking forward to seeing where you take it <3 Okay that's all. Just wanted to reiterate that! Thanks for sharing!
oh hi! yes thank you so much i'm so happy you enjoyed it!!! the reason i didn't link tumblr is because i'm not super active here these days, so it's usually easier to catch me in the wild on twitter (or discord, if you can find me lol).
The Care of the Flyer is an extremely self-indulgent fic i've been noodling about for the past year, and i'm so pleased that people have been excited about it. i really did start writing it for an audience of me and two squirrels, so any extra joy it brings others is just the sprinkles on top.
i'm always happy to chat! this is a pretty specific fic in an area that isn't necessarily the wheelhouse of your average topgun fan, so if you ever have any questions about anything, don't be shy!
Hey! Looking for a specific Codywan fic. Iâm on the hunt but have had no luck yet. This summary will definitely contain spoilers.
Cody and a few other clones (might be like Waxer and Boil? Usual suspects) are on a mission and get captured by some smugglers who turn out to not be smuggling animals, but people. Meanwhile Obi-wan is ALSO on the ship undercover as a sith, and he helps them escape by kissing Cody to slip him the key.
This blog is a lovely idea! Thanks!
Hi, I think this is Smuggled in by GalateaGalvanized :)
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There's also a variation of the fic from Obi-Wan's POV called Running Contraband by adiduck!
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Another snippet request! I'd love to see how Obi-Wan meeting Cody's (exponentially larger) family went!
Well, this took a little longer than expected but it also turned out a bit longer. Thank you so much for the prompt, Adi! I hope you enjoy it!
They pulled into the car pool lot mid-afternoon. Cody stifled a groan when he saw a familiar sedan parked in Rexâ preferred parking spot, some of his brothers lingering around it and making their way over before Obi-Wan had turned off the engine.
Cody gave him an apologetic look, grimacing when he saw Fives downright bouncing toward them with a shit-eating grin on his face, âLooks like youâll get to have the dubious pleasure of meeting some of my brothers right now already. Whatever they say or do, I apologize for them in advance.â
Obi-Wan laughed softly, jotting down the last entry in the vanâs travel log, âWell, letâs not keep them waiting, babe.â
By the time they got their bags out of the back of the van his brothers were there, all three of them shooting obvious glances at Obi-Wan. âObi-Wan,â Cody said, before any of them could say anything, âmeet Rex, Fives, and Echo.â
âMy pleasure,â Obi-Wan said, smiling easily and shaking everyoneâs hands before softly touching the small of Codyâs back and saying in a low voice, âThereâs Agen. Iâll be right back.â Cody simply nodded, aware of Obi-Wan moving off to finish the handover while his brothers crowded closer.
âSo thatâs Obi-Wan, huh?â Rex said, staring over Codyâs shoulder, eyebrow raised. âI mean, heâs not bad looking butâ.â
âWe heard you have a massive crush on him,â Fives put in helpfully. âRexy said you couldnât even focus on simple convos because you were busy drooling over this guy. Wolffe and Fox are both pissed that they have to work and canât see the dude.âÂ
Cody shot Rex an unimpressed look. âFuck sake,â he muttered, shouldering his bag and heading for his car. His brothers followed.
Rex grinned, âWell? Howâs that crush coming along?â
âWeâre well past that,â Cody said drily, unlocking his truck and tossing the bag inside. That brought all three of his brothers up short.
âWhat do you mean, well past that?â Echo asked.
âExactly what I said,â Cody replied, smirking. âI hope you guys werenât planning to follow me home, I have plans.â
Rexâs eyebrows climbed higher, âPlans? Yeah, mom and dad are expecting you for dinner, you didnât forget about that, did you? Family cookout and all?â
Cody froze. He had forgotten. Fuck.
He shot a look over at Obi-Wan, now at his bike, stowing away his things in the saddlebags. He looked up and caught Codyâs gaze, mouth quirking to grin before sauntering back toward them, helmet tucked under his arm. âGive me a sec,â Cody said and set off to meet him, ignoring his brothersâ snickering.
#
Cody had hoped for Obi-Wan to follow Cody to his place and then spend a nice evening there. Maybe get some take-out, watch a movie and, ideally, get Obi-Wan spread out in his bed. He felt all prickly along his shoulders as he explained the situation, very aware of Rex, Fives, and Echo lingering by his car, watching.
âAre you really sure? We can put off our evening in until tomorrow, if you prefer,â Obi-Wan said, a small furrow between his brows, after Cody suggested he come along. âI donât want to impose.â
âYou wonât be,â Cody replied. âI want to spend the evening with you and, honestly, I think if I donât bring you along my siblings might murder me. Seems like Rex has been talking us up.â
Obi-Wan laughed softly. âWell,â he said, eyes glinting with humor, âI donât want to be responsible for fratricide and I am rather fond of you, so I guess Iâll come along.â
âFucker,â Cody grumbled goodnaturedly. âIâll pick you up at five? Or do you want to freshen up at mine?â
âWeâll be late if we do that,â Obi-Wan pointed out, grinning slightly, which was probably true. âFive sounds good,â he continued, brushing a kiss to his lipsâCody ignored the wolf whistles from behindâ, and then waved at the others before walking back to his bike, putting his helmet on on the way. Cody took another moment to watch him swing himself on the bike and drive off before going back to deal with his brothers.
#
They were, unsurprisingly, the last ones to pull up in front of the house. It wasnât large, really, considering how many of them there were; perhaps even smaller than the house Obi-Wan had grown up in. Nowadays it had a lot of empty rooms with only his parents and the youngest set of twins living there, except when Gregor was home on leave.
The front door opened and Codyâs mother stepped onto the porch, pressing a kiss to his forehead and enveloping him in a hug the moment he reached the top of the steps. âIâm glad youâre home safe again,â she said, ignoring his protests that there was nothing to worry about, and turned her attention to Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan, Cody noted, had his most charming smile on his face as he stretched out a hand in greeting, the salad heâd quickly thrown together while waiting for Cody to pick him up tucked under his other arm. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, maâam. Iâm Obi-Wan.â
She shot an amused glance at Cody, taking the proffered hand and pulling Obi-Wan into a light embrace before ushering them through the door. âHello, Obi-Wan. Please, just Lori is fine. Come in, both of you. Everybody else is in the backyard already.â
âOf course, Lori. I hope this is okay?â Obi-Wan asked, holding out the covered salad bowl. âItâs just a simple Greek salad.â
Her eyebrows climbed a little higher and she turned to Cody, âYou guysâve been in town for just under two hours after being gone for two months and he took the time to go to the store and make something to bring along? Whereâs yours?â
Cody pointed at Obi-Wan. âI brought him.â
Obi-Wan blushed, âAnd I live right over a greengrocerâs, it was no trouble, really.â
#
There were some whistles and whooping from his brothersâCody had expected that muchâbut after the first moment of embarrassment Obi-Wan justâŠfit right in, answering the barrage of questions about his family and how he got into storm chasing and whatever else they could think of with natural ease.
âHey Obi-Wan,â Fives said eventually, pushing back his empty plate, and a prickle of premonition sliding down Codyâs back at his tone. âWeâve heard you have a pretty wicked tattoo. Can we see it?â
âI have several, actually, but I can only show one without risking indecent exposure,â Obi-Wan replied, winking at Cody as he stood up, reaching for the back of his shirt and pulling it off without hesitation. And, Cody thought, eyes lingering on the line of his shoulders and fighting down the urge to press kisses along itâhe could do that laterâ, he really shouldnât have been surprised by that.
They ended up at the park, eventually, as was quite usual. Cody knew they wouldnât stay in the yard long, they never did on evenings like this. it was simply too small. Once most of the food had been eaten they always tended to make their way across the street to the park with a bag full of equipment and a cooler with drinks, arguing what to play, which turned out to be volleyball this time, per Omegaâs request. She was also very quick at securing Obi-Wan on her team and seeming rather smug about it, which Cody found slightly puzzling up until the moment when Obi-Wan served an ace, movements precise and sure.
âDid you used to play?â Cody called across the field after a few more well-placed kills because he was on the opposing team for this set and Obi-Wanâs motions were far too practiced for casual play.
âI might have,â Obi-Wan answered, grinning, causing a delighted whoop from Boba, Gregor, and Echo, whom Omega had also grabbed for her team.
âYou can have him again later!â she yelled, bouncing up and down on her heels, and fuck, he planned to. âWeâll trade next set.â
#
They spilled back into the house after a few more games, night falling around them. Obi-Wan slung his arm across Codyâs shoulders as they walked back, trailing a few steps beyond the rest, eyes bright and breath going faster from the exertion. He took a deep swallow from the water bottle Fox had handed him and said, stifling a yawn, âThis was a fun evening. Your family is very kind.â
Cody nodded. âMostly, yeah.â He slowed to a stop, casting a glance at the house, and tugged Obi-Wan close for a kiss. âI donât know about you, babe, but Iâm ready to get out of here soon, though, fun or not. I even have a working shower at my place.â
âOh?â Obi-Wan went, amusement tinging his voice, âWell, if you have a working shower we should probably make use of it.â
âWe should,â Cody confirmed, enjoying the feel of firm muscle under Obi-Wanâs shirt. âTogether.â
âAbsolutely.â
With that they went inside, taking their goodbye not much later and left under the teasing of Codyâs siblings. SomebodyâWolffe, if Cody wasnât mistakenâcalled âDonât break the bed!â after them as the door closed but Cody really couldnât care less. âDrive safely,â his mother said, pulling him into a quick hug on the porch and then saying goodbye to Obi-Wan.
His parents gave them a final wave before going back inside and Obi-Wan turned to him with a grin after fastening his seat belt, âI believe you promised me a shower with you.â
And Cody put the car in drive and replied, âI sure did.â
I was tempted by so many of those prompts, but I'm going to have to go with codywan, 20.â€ïž
Thank you so much for the prompt, my dear! (Let me know when you first started to suspect the premise, will you ;) ? )
#20. When we have nothing left to give; Codywan
They've been under general quarters for more than an hour, but the flashing red lights and shrill alarms arenât getting any easier to ignore.
âWeâve lost deck three and half of four,â Boil reports with grim focus, his fingers flying across his screen as he tries to keep the other half of deck four from joining their list of casualties.
âHull integrity?â
âHolding at 30%, Captain.â
âLetâs keep it above zero, at least,â Obi-Wan says, trying not to clench his fingers on the armrests of his seat. âLieutenant Waxer, howâs our comms system holding up?â
âSubspace relays are still online, sir, but not for long. Our transmitterâs over the aft shuttle bay, andââ
âAnd weâve already redirected power from aft shields to life support, yes. Very well. I need you to send High Command a data packet with our location and the warp signatures of every ship here, now.â
Waxerâs fingers hesitate over the keyboard. âSir, if High Command comes in to assist, it might mean full-scale war. Weâre in neutral space.â
Obi-Wanâs only concession to being questioned is a slight tightening of the lines at the corners of his mouth.
âItâs not to request assistance, Lieutenant,â he says. âDo as I ask.â
Waxer nods and starts compiling the data without another word. Obi-Wan watches the transmission send, and he lets out a breath of relief when their relay holds just long enough for the data to transmit. The viewport is filled with the red bursts of phaser cannon fire and the weakening blue bursts of whatâs left of their shields. His crewmembers are holding their panic in as tightly as they can, pressing shaking fingers to their readouts and touchscreens, and Obi-Wan tries to focus on ten things at once. As he looks back towards the bridge, movement flickers out of the corner of his eye.
âYouâre trying to prevent anyone from turning this event into a disinformation campaign,â Cody says, having moved to stand in perfect parade rest by the crook of Obi-Wanâs elbow. He adds, too softly for the rest of the bridge to hear, âYou donât think weâll make it out.â
Obi-Wan doesnât dare look away from his readout for more than a second, but he spares that second to give Cody a grin.
âAs astute as ever, Commander. Even if I canât save this ship, I might be able to save our good names, hmm?â
A wry smile, so small that Obi-Wan has to glance back a second time just to confirm its presence, lifts the corner of Codyâs mouth.
âIndeed.â
âAft phase array offline!â someone shouts, and itâs echoed by more reports of failing systems: port photon torpedo launchers, the port warp nacelle, the RCS thruster quad.
On their viewport, the degraded husk of the ship they had come to save begins to break apart in the cold grip of space and the hot sear of phaser cannons. Bits and pieces of her drift towards the faint pull of distant stars just as the Negotiator jerks with an impact her shields couldnât stop.
Obi-Wan grits his teeth and stares through their viewport as three warbirds spiral around for another pass at his ship. Ahead of them, the massive Oâderidex flagship stays perfectly mockingly still. âI take it warp is gone?â
âCompletely offline,â Boil says. âWeâve lost both nacelles and the energy field grips.â
The ship shudders with a staccato series of photon torpedo impacts, thud-thud-thud, and the white lights in the bridge click off. The flash of red emergency strobes flickers across every frantic, worried face for the long second it takes the emergency lights to come on: dim and sickly white. Obi-Wan stands from his chair, his brow furrowed. He wants to stroke his beard, but every person on this bridge knows itâs one of his tells.
Another explosion rocks the ship. He almost stumbles, but then Cody is there, an implacable wall of strength, keeping him steady with a hand in the small of his back.
Obi-Wan takes a deep, grateful breath. Right. âOk, what do we have? Weapons systems, impulse power, anything, just. What can you give me?â
Around him, the bridge is in disarray. Emergency lighting reflects in screens sending error message after error message; steam and smoke is beginning to fill the bridge as the flush vents fail; and sparks spit from the comms relays snaking their way to their manual control stations.
The battle is all but lost.
From the navigation port, Boil turns, and Obi-Wan sees the same conclusion etched into the worry lines of Boilâs face.
âWeâve got nothing left to give,â Boil says. Frustration wars with pain and loss in his voice. âSir, Iâm sorryâsir. We canât run, and thereâs nothing left to hit them with.â
Obi-Wan presses his lips together, nods, and then says, âNot quite nothing.â
âSir?â
âCommander, what would it take to bring impulse power back online?â
âWeâd have to sacrifice life support for it,â Cody says, but it isnât a protest. Obi-Wan wonders if Cody has guessed his plan already. He wouldnât be surprised if so.
Theyâve been through worse hells than this together.
âDo it,â Obi-Wan says.
Waxer doesnât question him before complying, this time; instead, he questions while complying. âSir, we wonât be able to go far, not on our current power reserves.â
âThatâs fine,â Obi-Wan says, inputting their target coordinates into the navigation console himself. âWe donât have far to go.â
The whole bridge crew watches, becoming more conscious and careful of the extent of their breathing, as the Negotiator start lurching, broken and limping, towards the massive flagship just beyond the wreck they failed to save. Every crew member joins Obi-Wan in standing before the viewport, teeth and hands clenched, as they gain speed..
As if in sudden realization, the nacelles on the enemyâs ship light up in preparation for warp, and Obi-Wanâs lip curls in grim satisfaction. Itâs too late. There are perhaps five seconds between now and when the Negotiator will crash into the other shipâs bridge, and that isnât enough time to activate warp drives.
He wonât blink, but he does look away. He watches starlight intermingle with the shipâs warning red glare on the familiar, dear planes of Codyâs face, and he sees the line of Codyâs throat move as he swallows.
âCaptainâŠâ Cody says, and then he extends a careful two fingers into the space between them. âObi-Wan.â
Obi-Wan touches his own two fingers to Codyâs, and even the flashing red of the shipâs alarms canât erase the faint tinge of green spreading across Codyâs cheeks and the pointed tips of his ears. Obi-Wan smiles back, eyes creased, and he opens his mouth to reply just as the bow of their ship slams, shudderingly, shiveringly, devastatingly, into the Oâderidexâs main hull.
The impact is immediate. An earthquake ruptures the bridge, and the crew collapses to the floor. Oxygen vents into space. Fires erupt and are quenched by the lack of atmosphere.
The light is gone in the world.
And then, the lights come back on.
The crew stagger painfully to their feet. Most of them cast apologetic glances at Obi-Wan as they do, and the rest only stare, lips pressed together in frustration, at their blank screens. Obi-Wan shakes his head; itâs no oneâs fault but his.
Obi-Wan accepts Codyâs offer of a hand up with a wink that is more grateful than flirtatious, and he dusts the soot off his uniform as he stands. Cody pulls his hand back quickly as Admiral Windu steps into the simulation center and gives the room an assessing stare before beginning, slowly, to clap.
âNot quite a performance worthy of applause, Mace,â Obi-Wan says, trying not to let his frustration slip through even as he turns to face his old friend.
âOn the contrary, Obi-Wan, you did well.â
Mace steps up to the captainâs deck as two medical interns filter in behind him, looking for anything more severe than bruised skin and bruised pride. Heâs traded the standard admiralty uniform for something closer to purple than maroon, and, any other time, Obi-Wan would joke about Mace starting a new fashion trend than admit defeat.
But with Cody at his back, with the lingering warmth of Codyâs palm on his, itâs easier to be honest.
âHardly,â he says. The words are bitter on his tongue. âWe lost both the Kobayashi Maru and the Negotiator. Frankly, Iâm not sure how it could have gone worse.â
Maceâs answering smile is enigmatic and, unless Obi-Wan misses his guess, more than a little proud. Smoke stops filtering from the vents, and the screens reset to battle-ready. Obi-Wanâs crew move to stand at his back, curious.
âYou kept control of your ship and your crew. You kept the political implications of the attack in mind even as you made tactical calls,â Mace says, speaking a little louder for the sake of Obi-Wanâs crew. Then, under his breath, he adds, âAnd I think you have the highest romulan casualty count of anyone whoâs taken the test thus far.â
Obi-Wan blinks at him. âWait, what?â
Behind him, Cody steps forward until their shoulders form a solid line. The crease between his eyebrows has deepened to a trench.
âThe test was designed to be unwinnable,â he concludes, an edge of accusation in his voice, and Mace nods even as Obi-Wan stares at each one in turn.
âYes. Or, rather, you donât win by defeating the romulans. You win by defeating the fear and panic in yourself.â
âHmm. Well. Thatâs a very⊠vulcan⊠way of looking at a problem,â Cody offers, And Obi-Wan has to bite back a laugh at the frustration he can hear hidden deep beneath the calm.
âIâm sure youâd know, Commander,â Mace replies. âNow, take a few days off, both of you. Donât think I didnât see how many simulator hours you both logged this past month.â
Cody and Obi-Wan makes no promises, but they do bow to Mace and give their sincere thanks to each member of their cohort that volunteered to help Obi-Wan through the test. They walk, side by side, out onto the fresh green lawn of Starfleet Academy. The omnipresent Bay Area fog spills over the long clean lines of the Golden Gate Bridge, and the multi-colored row houses of San Francisco glint in the butter-yellow afternoon sunlight filtering down.
Obi-Wan holds out two fingers again, and Cody lets his own rest against Obi-Wanâs as they make their way back to the Starfleet dorms. The spring air seeps into Obi-Wanâs skin, lightening his heart and clearing his mind. It was a long test, he thinks. Itâs been a long month. He glances over at Cody, and he can see the frustrated relief at passing an unwinnable test gathered in each tense knob of Codyâs spine.
He knocks their shoulders together.
âA few days off, hm?â Obi-Wan teases. âWhatever shall we do with ourselves?â
With insulting immediacy, Cody says, âSleep.â
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes in mock outrage, but he canât say sleep isnât also first on his list. Mace might know their logged simulator time, but Obi-Wan had hidden the counter after it passed 400.
Just as Obi-Wan is about to make a token protest, though, Cody looks over at him. The sunlight catches in his dark brown eyes, sparking through them with joyful warmth, and that near-hidden smile crooks his mouth again. âBut after that? Well, youâre creative. Iâm sure youâll think of something.â
Obi-Wanâs eyes twinkle as he smiles back, delighted. He twines their fingers together even as it deepens the green of Codyâs blushâeven as he feels Codyâs mind brush against hisâand stares up at the stars waiting for him just beyond the skyâs thin veneer of blue.
***
Three years later, Anakin cheats his way through the Kobayashi Maru, and a legal student at Starfleet Law named Padme Amidala levies accusations of cheating against him in an academy-wide disciplinary hearing.
Hope you enjoyed this! Thank you so much for the prompt! <3
CJ! Hello hello I feel like we haven't talked in ages <3 A fic title: a bowing even the trees are doing (From Dead Stars by Ada LimĂłn)
hmm i would definitely do something in my âdream clouds, ghost groundâ âverse, âcause obi has cansitor sato and i want to explore that more in how that works in the sw universe
like does it work like swamp-bending? is it more like mokuton? why is obi so proficient in it? how did he learn it in the first place?
i like to think jango runs into him while obi is on a mission on a swamp or jungle planet, and jango has a lil mando team with him (including myles of course). iâd lean heavily into the âjedi are eldritchâ sort of vibe, where the whole jungle seems to be reacting to and moving with obi, and iâd do more with the almost-soulmates thing i hinted at in the first story
obi would probably sense the mando team coming miles away and isnât at all surprised to see them, but mayyyyybe he didnât show up on jango or mylesâ lifesign reader, âcause obi reads as like. a plant. thatâd be funny.Â
anyway obi looks at them all glow-y eyed and otherworldly, and itâs like the whole jungle turns with him, and jango starts to think being mandâalor isnât all itâs cracked up to be