The difference in my head for codywan and Alphaobi is like
Codywan in battle: dance partners, itâs a to and fro, calm, harmonious
Alphaobi: locked the fuck in at all times itâs hazardous for everyone else
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The difference in my head for codywan and Alphaobi is like
Codywan in battle: dance partners, itâs a to and fro, calm, harmonious
Alphaobi: locked the fuck in at all times itâs hazardous for everyone else

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Obi-wan and Alpha-17 as that one scene from Rio 2(?)âŚI just love thinking about the clones learning that their General is âfriendsâ with Alpha-17
MAMMA MIA (but not exactly) STAR WARS PREQUELS
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It all starts with Anakinâs second wedding
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Second wedding??
And you might think, Koshmareq you idiot, Anakin would never divorce or remarry after Padme. And you would be right. But itâs still wedding with Padme, just this time heâs having a party for his whole family, and theyâre adding Rex to the relationship. Rexanidala if you will.
And here begins the issue; who is supposed to walk Anakin down the isle? The answers might be obvious, Obi-wan, but thatâs where it starts getting complicated.
Because his boyfriend Alpha 17 says that Skywalker is his kid too. And Obi-wan said in the past that he sees Anakin more like a little brother. He put him in a headlock and sparred with him when the jediâika was frustrated; for clones itâs more than enough to earn the title of a buir.
At the time Anakin is unavailable to join the discussion, picking his own very pretty wedding dress with Ahsoka and Shmi (sheâs alive and well thank you), so the male parental figures are discussing it between themselves.
And then Cliegg Lars comes back from a walk and says that in the eyes of law he is Anakinâs father by the fact that he married his mum.
Unfortunately only a few sentences in and a draw in arm wrestling later Qui Gon pops up from beyond the grave and argues that he was supposed to be Anakinâs master and he has the right to the title too in some capacity.
The Mamma Mia is not whoâs the father, but whoâs the most deserving the title of dad to walk Anakin down the isle.
Now this argument debate starts picking up everywhere, among the Jedi, clones, Skywalkers and anyone involved in this whole mess.
No one knows who suggest conga line, but everyone suspects Yoda.
A big thing turn happens when Alpha 17 drops the request; Rex asked him for the honor of being his father figure during the ceremony and the big bad Alpha did not cry, donât listen to Fordo guys.
The only quick consensus was achieved when a letter addressed from Palpatine arrived from jail. He asked, as Anakinâs mentor for years, to be allowed to walk him down to the altar. The paper has been burned very quickly.
The grooms and bride are out picking their outfits (Cody agreed to help Rex get a beskar armor), while Padme is trying on the suit.
At some point someone suggests that the Force might want to âgive awayâ their son, but every Jedi present gets a massive migraine that feels like motherly scolding and no one argues what the cosmic entity sees themselves as in Anakinâs life.
The day of the rexanidala wedding arrives and no one has decided on who walks Anakin down the aisle.
Tbh he doesnât even know about that tradition and is planning to do it himself while Omega and Boba (flower girls) help him with his veil.
There is a fight about to break out, weapon or two raised, knives held and lightsabers clenched, before Shmi shuts everyone up and says she will do it. Absolutely no one argues further and all the other parental figures leave to sit and watch the wedding from them front seats.
The ceremony is about to start but the officiant is missing. Rex starts to panic a bit, and Obi-wan asks if anyone of the invited guests can officiate the ceremony.
A tall, white haired figure wearing expensive clothes stands up in one of the back rows. Count Dooku, allowed to leave his house arrest for his great grandpadawanâs wedding, as a leader of his planet has the power to do it.
Even with the GPS ankle monitor he looks distinguished while he perfectly recites the words of the ceremony, even his cold eyes warming up a little as he watches Anakin join his partners at the altar.
Padme has SabĂŠ, Riyo and Mon as her bridesmaids, Anakin picked Kitster, Owen and Ahsoka (he beat Rex in rock paper scissors for her) and Rex got Cody and Domino Twins (Fives is unhappy he didnât get to be the flower girl).
Many tears are shed, and laughs given as the three of them tie their souls forever.
Of course R2 is the ring bearer, rolling up to the altar, taser ready when the words âspeak now or forever hold your peaceâ are said. Rush Clovis has been stunned hours before the wedding.
The party goes without bigger problems if you donât count the one assassin.
Heâs quickly dealt with as Anakin chases him with lit on lightsaber screaming bloody murder for daring to mess up his special day. Ahsoka enthusiastically joins, happy that she has an excuse to âlooseâ her shoes.
Jango is there too, his Saturdays scheduled for the next 10-15 years because of his fucking kids clones. But he still has holopicks of Boba as the flowergirl saved. His ankle monitor looks much less distinguished than Dookuâs.
Flower bouquet toss is done, and Fox catches it with his face. Every time he demands a retoss, but after fourth time he has to finally accept it.
No one knows how Ventress got invited (Ahsoka is the biggest suspects) but she only has a few drinks, fistfights Wolfee and in the end reconciles with him and apologizes for the eye.
âMr Skywalker why are there multiple war criminals at your weddingâ ââMind your businessâ
Just as the wedding is about to end, everyone exhausted, a little drunk and ready to give the last toast to the thruple, they have the last announcement to make
Padme is pregnant with twins
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Thank you all very much for reading this crazy thing we came up with on the @astral-veil âs discord server, feel welcome to add your thought and ideas to this insanity
Would you ever wrrrrrite....... second chance romance :D :D :D (join me in my trash pile?)
never say never đ the trope could certainly be very very chewy with obi-wan/alpha-17 i think đđ mayhaps a post-war, no o66 reunion with a whole bunch of messy sticky feelings?? amongst the already messy and complicated process of rebuilding and resettling?? đđđ
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MOREEEE!
Obi Wan and 17 yâall. Listen I couldnât help myself, and I wonât apologize for making 17 a walking tank okay
Breakdown! Obi Wan and 17 are both Demiromantic - they only feel attracted to people who they have an emotional bond with
Obi Wan is trans (ftm) and other unseen flags are Omnisexual (can like any gender but will usually have a preference) and Androsexual -only attracted to masculinity/males/male presenting
17 is also Demisexual - he only feels sexually attracted only after forming a bond with someone
*Iâll be doing request all month for characters and ships (if you send one in, please specify any flags or identities you may want one to have)right now if you do request it will mainly be clone wars and bad batch but!!! As long as itâs Star Wars Iâm perfectly happy with anyone!

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alpha-17 (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Size Difference, Alpha has a big dick, That's not how Stewjoni work, Dualsex for Alien Reasons, Porn with Feelings, Clone Wars era, Mentions of Past Canon Torture, Intercrural Sex, Cunnilingus, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Only in Chapter Three Summary:
The Kaminoans had stretched their abilities and, perhaps, the definition of a clone when making the Alpha class. 17 and his batchmates stood nearly eight-foot-tall. They were built like solid walls, constant training leaving them muscled and prepared for battle.
âKenobi.â Alpha came to a stop a few steps away, looked him over, and added, âYou look like shit.â
OR, the one where Alpha has a problem that only Obi-Wan can help him handle.
Eternal - Star Wars (One Shot)
There's a Mandalorian in Anchorhead.
Ben Kenobi hears about it during a trip for supplies into Mos Eisley, slipping unnoticed through the crowds. Its when he passes two settlers that the whispers reach his ears as two women speak to each other in nervously quiet voices, talking about the Mandalorian in black and blue that lingers like a frightening phantom or a bomb primed to explode, asking around about 'the desert hermit', and Ben falters.
There's only one Mandalorian welcomed on Tatooine, employed by Jabba the Hutt and unwilling to share his coin pouch, and Ben knows that Boba would warn him if something changed about the Imperial bounty on his head. Boba was a good lad in need of guidance and advice - hardened by the world and tragedy far too early, and still so young in so many ways, despite his complaints that he wasnât a child anymore. It hadnât been easy to win the boyâs trust when he had come to his hut all those years ago, arrogant and angry and intent on collecting the massive bounty on his head himself, but Ben had worn him down - a part of him needing a young soul to guide and nurture to feel some sort of control in his life - and the child had been so desperate for a connection to his fatherâs culture that even Benâs poor substitute was enough. Boba would have warned him, had he known, because as angry as he was at the world, the young man held tight to the things he considered as his, and as much as he complained and claimed that he didnât like Ben, the youngster had yet to actually do anything to get his bounty. In fact, he actively kept other hunters away.
So when he hears the rumours of a Mandalorian bounty hunter that wasnât Boba poking around looking for him, Ben adjusts the bags in his hands, carefully pulls his hood over his face, and calmly slips off the main market road and into the nearest alley. A simple mind trick has the youth gang gathered in the shadows splitting up and heading home to rethink their life choices, and Ben slides into their place, wedging himself between two dumpsters. Itâs hard now, to slip into meditation and expand his senses, knowing that heâll be met with the yawning Darkness in the Force and the lack of the Light of his fellow Jedi in the galaxy, itâs easy to find himself slipping endlessly without a tether until he doesnât know who he is anymore, but little Luke Skywalker is a calming beacon of light, a sun among dead stars, and his presence in the Force chases off the clinging Darkness and makes it easier for Ben, as broken as he is, to focus.
Mandalorians are surprisingly easy to find in the Force, if one knows what theyâre looking for - an indistinct mass shielded by the beskar they wore - but theyâre also as rare to stumble upon as a trained Force Sensitive, hunted and scattered almost as much as the Jedi are. Theyâre a threat, and the Empire made an example of them. A warning to any others of what would happen should they try to fight back against the Emperor. Anyone who could be outwardly identified as Mandoâade had at least a little beskar on their person, even Satine had weaved it into her headdresses, and it was a connection to their lost culture and home that they guarded jealously, even as the Empire collected any and all of the rare metal it came across, often through violent means.
Even the smallest amount of beskar worked to make a Force signature unidentifiable, and for people like Ben, who had worn and owned beskar, the imprints the alloy left on the galaxy around it is easy to locate.
He finds the headache-inducing Force signature in his hut. A fuzzy, staticy spot in the Force with only the faintest of traces of nostalgic emotions sparking among their mind, and the familiar signature of Benâs lightsaber reaches out to them, an excited greeting like an old love had finally come home.
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Alpha-17 comes out of the rise of the Empire with his sense of self intact through sheer dumb luck - apparently all those explosions Alpha had powered through came with some sort of perks, beyond the general sense of awe and fear his inability to die inspired among the brats. He stubbornly avoids the same fate his fellow Alpha-classers meet, staying too useful as a trainer for it to be worth putting down or in stasis as he bides his time and plans his escape.
Thereâs nothing he can do for the younger troopers, and heâs forced to come to terms with the fact quickly when he sees the blankness in the eyes of the men he had trained. Itâs a punch to the guts, one he canât show, when he passes Havoc and Blitz in the hall and they show no familiar recognition to him or each other - theyâre silent, blank, and unrecognizable from the cadets Alpha had thrown around during training. It feels like heâs drowning when Cody shows up and thereâs no personality, no burning fire, in his blank eyes as the tactical genius and determined field commander is assigned to a glorified desk job to give a natborn whelp the rank he had been so proud of. Thereâs none of Wolffeâs feral determination to protect, or Blyâs gentle kindness - and both of them disappear quickly, taken away quietly in the night for decommissioning when they break. So many empty faces and cold eyes, and sometimes it feels like Alpha is choking.
He had raised all of them, and it hurts to see them as walking corpses - it hurts more that he canât help them.
So Alpha bides his time until he sees an opportunity and takes it. Fox is killed on a mission with Lord Vader, and a new Purge Trooper is needed to replace him - who better than the trooper that had trained him? Alpha adds the clever little cadet and broken man he had known to his remembrances as he puts on his new armour - black-painted beskarâgam, because Vaderâs personal death squad were the best and thus needed the best - and marches to face his fate.
Theyâre hunting surviving Mandalorian commandos when Alpha sees his chance to shed the helmet of a clone and strip out of the ugly red pauldron of a purge trooper, to take up a buyâce and a new identity. To the Empire, Alpha-17 dies on Concordia, one victim of many to fall in the mines, body buried by tonnes of rocks that would be his tomb. But Alpha lives, he survives, and he finally does the one thing he had always dreamed of doing, but never did because he had vodâe to protect and refused to be like Spar and leave them all behind.
He deserts.
His brothers and sisters are as good as dead now - in fact, death would probably be preferable to what had become of them - and Alpha lets himself disappear. He becomes nameless, faceless, but this time itâs a choice - he becomes â Mando â, a ruthless bounty hunter with a hatred for Imperials. Any stormtrooper he comes across is put down with a quick, efficient, shot through the head because Alpha doesnât know anymore which are vodâe and which are the poorly trained natborns that replace them. The Empire only makes half-hearted attempts to kill him, at best, because heâs good at what he does and the Guild doesnât want to lose him.
He uses his new contacts to listen for any possible Jedi sightings, because he knows that his jetii is still alive. The massive bounty on the Generalâs head isnât just for show, afterall, and Alpha knows that the smug sheb is too dramatic to just roll over and die when he could continue living just to piss people off.
Alphaâs already lost everything else - his brothers and sisters, his rank, his purpose - he doesnât want to lose the only man heâd ever loved too.
Their relationship hadnât been the steadiest - Kenobi had been his superior, a Jedi that he served because he had to, but then Rattatak and Ventress had happened, and a professional respect had turned into something more through their captivity and recovery. After that, Alpha had been promoted and reassigned to Kamino as a trainer, and he had been answering to a different Jedi General instead. They had taken any moment together that they could, because their duties had led them on different paths, and it hadnât been easy, because Alpha was a cold bastard at the best of times and Obi-Wanâs inability to properly express himself had come between them, but they had always tried to do better by each other - but it was all gone now.
And maybe Alpha wants more. He wants the stability and support Obi-Wan had always offered him after the loss of everything he had ever known, and he wants to offer it in turn - to have a purpose again. But Alpha is a realist, he knows that itâs not likely that heâll actually find his lover out there in the galaxy if he doesnât want to be found as much as Alpha wants to find him, so he keeps his goals a little more realistic. He passes his information anonymously onto the fledgling Rebellion, throwing them what he knows on the postings of vodâe , hoping that what little he can do will help, so he keeps his ear to the ground and continues to give the information onto the Rebellion.
Itâs the news about Boba working for Jabba the Hutt that has Alpha flying to Tatooine, intent on hunting his brother down. He hadnât seen Boba since before Geonosis, before everything had gone to shit and Aurra Sing had gotten her claws into the boy. Heâd be nineteen now, Alpha knows - an adult, but still young in the way the other clones arenât, despite being the first, and alone. He knows his little-big brother can take care of himself, that heâs talented and deadly, but heâs also one of the few free clones that exist, and Alpha wants to at least check in on him.
Itâs on Tatooine that Alpha first hears the name Ben Kenobi, and hears the legends of the crazy hermit living in the Dune Sea. The native Sand People of the planet call him a mournful god and they leave offerings so that misfortune isnât brought upon them. The settlers call him either a crazy old man or the wizard of the wastes. Thereâs only one thing everyone agrees on - donât anger the man who lives in the desert. More than one story about thugs trying to shake him down for money includes coming back not fully the same, and Alpha recognizes the description of a mind trick when he hears it.
Heâs one of the few people who knows Obi-Wanâs connection to the name Ben, the story behind it, and itâs in meeting young Luke Skywalker and his aunt that Alpha knows that he found him.
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The Force holds no warnings as Ben approaches his hut, just the opposite in fact, as it tugs on his robes like an excited child and urges him forwards, but Ben still palms his blaster as he pushes the door open and steps inside. Thereâs a man sitting at his table, helmetless, and he looks up when Ben closes the door behind him - in his hands, Benâs lightsaber sings in greeting for the first time in a long time, since it had gone quiet all those years ago, love and the feeling of home chasing away the silence of blood and tragedy.
His bag slips from numb fingers.
Bottomless brown eyes so dark theyâre closer to black meet his gaze. Theyâre fathomless and deep, drawing him in and drowning him in their depths, holding so many emotions that he feels like heâs choking even as he breathes. The handsome bronze face is older than Ben remembers, with more lines and scars than before, and tight black curls are splashed with gray - heâs a decade older than he was, but his face is still familiar and comforting - frightening too, because it brings back the memories of bodies young and old killed in their home by those they trusted, and makes the thousands of broken bonds in his soul ache with the weight of emptiness.
He stares, hand falling away from the blaster at his hip, and the man stands. The armour is different, but Ben recognizes the pattern painted on the black beskar, now accompanied by splashes of gold stating his desire for vengeance for everyone to see, pauldron missing and a shorter kama swinging around his knees.
âGeneral.â The man states, voice gruff and Concord Dawn accent strong, though itâs so much more hesitant than Ben ever has a memory of hearing. His lover was never hesitant, not even when they had first started their secret little rendezvous; he was always assured, confident, and strong - even when chained and brutalized. â Cyare. â
Ben shudders, blinking but unable to tear his gaze away from those dark eyes, and his voice breaks when he speaks. âI havenât heard that in a long time.â
He tries for humorous, and it falls short, but even then the other man smiles, a sad, quiet little thing that spoke of grief and heartbreak and exhaustion.
Heâs real.
Heâs here .
âHavenât said it either.â Alpha-17 flips the lightsaber in his hands, stepping closer and closer still until theyâre chest-to-chest and in each otherâs space for the first time in years, and Ben shivers. âThought you were always telling those brats of yours that their weapons were their lives.â The man says gruffly, and with a click the weight of his lightsaber is added to his belt, but even then Ben canât look away from Alphaâs gaze. The other man doesnât seem intent on looking away either, and large, warm hands linger on his hips, making heat travel from the touch and circulate through his body.
âHello Alpha.â Ben whispers, reaching between them to grip the edges of his armour, to press his fingers around them to seek out the warmth of another living being for the first time in a long time. He canât make his voice louder than a shaky sigh, throat tight and heart pounding in his chest.
Alpha continues to stare like a dying man who had seen the other side and wanted more, leaning into his touch until there was no space left between them. â Su cuyâgar .â He says, awed, like he couldnât fully believe it, and his fingers spasm, drawing the former Jedi even closer to him, as if he would vanish if he let go. The armour presses uncomfortably against him, but Ben canât bring himself to care as Alpha presses their foreheads together, noses touching, and every breath mingling. âYouâre here.â Alpha says, âI found you.â
âYes.â Against all the odds, he had.
â Ni karâtayl gar darasuum .â His voice is hushed, reverent, and Ben chuckles wetly for lack of what else to do.
âI havenât heard that for some time either.â He says, instead of what his head is telling him, that heâs undeserving of such sentiment, as he leans into the pressure on his brow and closes his eyes. He canât cry, not anymore - he has no tears left to shed.
âYouâll hear it for as long as I breathe.â Alpha vows, and Ben shudders again at the truth of that statement that rings in the Force like a bell. âAs long as youâll have me.â
âYouâve become awfully sentimental, my dear.â Ben chokes, and Alpha huffs, breath fanning against his lips.
âAfter everything - I think weâve both earned a little sentimentality.â The man murmurs, and Ben laughs wetly. â Ni karâtayl gar darasuum , cyare .â
Ben doesnât want to let go.
âStay?â Ben asks, clinging to his lover just as tightly as Alpha clings to him.
âOf course.â Alpha promises, hands sliding away from his hips to cradle his face instead, thumbs brushing oh so gently under his eyes - hands that could destroy droids without issue and kill without hesitation, but had only ever been soft when they touch him. âI said darasuum , didnât I, ner cyare ?â Benâs eyes flutter open, meeting Alphaâs deep gaze once more, seeing the love and truth in those dark pools, and -
Oh .
Wet, burning tears drip from his aching eyes, sliding down sunburnt cheeks and over Alphaâs strong fingers, a dark contrast against his pale skin, and his lover tilts his head, gently capturing his chapped lips in a silent promise.
Darasuum .
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