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Three years ago, Cody ran away from his feelings instead of confronting them. When a Spec Ops mission teams him with Ben Kenobi again, it's finally time to have a chat. During a heated firefight. As one does. smh

Written for the @codywanreversebang - Art by @journen

HOLD FAST

To believe I walk alone

Is a lie that I've been told

So let your heart hold fast

For this soon shall pass

Like the high tide takes the sand

(Fort Atlantic)

Lleshan, Albania

The man sat behind the low wall. Every few seconds, he would readjust his hold on his weapon, check the chamber, his ammo, peer through the sight. His movements betrayed the calm on his face.

“Cygnus,” he said suddenly and quietly.

“What’s that?” a soft voice in his ear asked.

“It’s a constellation.”

There was an exasperated sigh. “I know it’s a constellation. What about it?”

“It’s the one I look for whenever I can. My favourite constellation.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh I dunno. Sad story that stuck with me, I suppose.”

“Do you see it now?”

The man peered up at the dark sky, knowing that the person attached to the voice was doing the same. The moon shone bright in the perfect clear sky. Terrible for the op. A little cloud cover would’ve been preferable for all of the stealth they were attempting.

Link to full fic under the cut on my A03 (JoyCommander).

Wandering around in the sands of Tatooine was exhausting by day, due to the sun, but traveling at night, was just as bad—if not worse—due to how dark it got outside the cities.

With no lights nearby, one could clearly see the stars in the sky. Just how many, no one knew.

Obi-Wan tore his eyes off the star-filled sky, and turned his attention to his small companion.

As he looked down at this little babe, all wrapped up in a white colored blanket—the same blanket in which he had been placed after his birth—looking as pure as the child it held, he couldn't help his thoughts from going to the fond memories of another desert boy he had taken care of many years ago.

"Oh, Anakin..." he mumbled, softly. "He looks so much like you, that it's definitely not hard to believe he's your son." A soft chuckle escaped the bearded man's mouth, shortly followed by a sigh.

A fond smile appeared on his face as he gently ran his hand along the blonde peach fuzz atop the little one's head.

"How can something so small, so pure, so innocent... be the offspring of a man who's now hunting down every torch of happiness, and snuffing it out?"

Sighing, Obi-Wan turned his head towards the campfire that was the pairs' source of light. He couldn't help but feel his heart clenching as he stared into the fire, memories of what he left behind on Mustafar starting to come to forefront of his mind...

...until he felt something very small, wrap around his finger.

Looking down, he caught sight of what it was. A small, slightly chubby hand, was wrapped around his pinkie finger.

Obi-Wan's eyes drifted from the hand up to the face of the sleeping babe. "Luke..." he whispered breathlessly.

His eyes then trailed back towards the small hand, still wrapped around his finger. He could see his vision beginning to blur as tears welled up in his eyes.

As Obi-Wan's damp eyes flicked back up to child's sleeping face, a hint of a smile graced the features of the former Jedi Knight. "Thank you, Luke... You've given me hope that there is still some good memories of him..."

me??? doing another art trade with the literal best @journen?? it’s more likely that you may think!!