Not immune to Anakin

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WORKS - MULTI-CHAPTER

Love Is a Battlefield: (ch 1/8), codobikin (poly Cody/Anakin/Obi-Wan), Rebellion-era fix-it, raised as Sith!Anakin + Purge Trooper Cody + Jedi Knight Obi-Wan

Years after Order 66, Obi-Wan fights for the rebellion as one of the few surviving Jedi. Anakin Skywalker, raised with the dark side at his call, has defected from the Sith. Together, they set out to save the purge trooper Obi-Wan could never forget.

More Devils Than Shoulders: (ch 12/50), obikin, time travel/partial body swap fix-it

Obi-Wan dies on Mustafar and wakes up in 19 year old Anakin's body before the battle of Geonosis. He learns many of Anakin's secrets, not the least of which is how the galaxy looks from an Anakin's-eye-view.

WORKS - ONE-SHOTS & LOOSE SERIES

Peace In a Lifelong Fight: 2k words, obikin, chronic illness/disability, hurt/comfort, sick Anakin

AU where almost everything is the same, except Anakin has had chronic fatigue and pain from a young age. Set a couple of years into the Clone Wars. Written for Obikin Weekend 2022 Day 1: Canon 'Verse

Fire and Salt: 870 words, obikin, AU where Anakin is Lucifer and Obi-Wan is a god of mourning

Every seven years, the gods of all realms hold a cross-pantheon gathering unknown to mortal eyes. Every seven years, Obi-Wan wants to introduce himself to the fallen angel he admires from afar. This year, he finally does. Written for Obikin Weekend 2022 Day 2: Alternate Universes

Today, I dropped Penny off at the pet crematory. I have been grieving her for a while already and I know I will still be grieving her after her ashes come home. The owner was lovely and I know she's in good hands, but it still felt so strange to put her in someone else's care. With the exception of 2 nights last summer where I'd had my dad catsit her while I camped to see the stars with less light pollution, Penny hasn't left my side in years.

She will be cremated with two of her favourite catnip toys and a small snip of my hair, the latter of which is a kind of agnostic promise- IF there is any truth to the idea of an afterlife we meet again, but if there is not then, still, a part of me will always belong to her.

When she first died she looked so close to life that even though I could see she was completely still, no twitch of whiskers or rise of breath, I was afraid to immediately put her in the freezer in case it somehow resulted in her either freezing to death or waking up during burial/cremation. I opted to lay her body out on a pillow and a folded towel for exactly 24 hours to be sure.

Though it may seem strange to say it, when I moved her 24 hours later I was reassured to see a slow trickle of flux, a vaguely blood-coloured liquid that collects in the lungs of the dead, had run from her mouth and nose onto the towel, because I was finally certain she would not feel the freezer's cold.

When I'd first wrapped her in a plastic bag to freeze her, she'd seemed so heavy, but when I drew her out today it felt like I'd forgotten how small and light she was, and the shallow cardboard box and blanket in which I arranged her for the drive to the crematory both seemed larger than I'd thought.

The front room of the pet crematory was exactly how I had imagined it might be- beautiful and peaceful but just a little too sterile, just like so many human funeral homes. I was just relieved the owner didn't think giving her my hair was weird and that he informed me the tracking procedures used to keep track of individual pets are nearly identical to the ones human crematories use.

While Penny was alive any silence at home, even ones in which I didn't hear her move around or purr, was wholesome and sacred, and often preferable even to my favourite music/audiobooks/shows etc. When she died, silence initially became a kind of sensory poverty lacking the restorative qualities it had previously had. She spent about 6 weeks in my freezer. I had been slowly reintroducing myself to silence and had just gotten to the point where I was sure it would one day be something I intentionally seek out and savour again. Today, though Penny had made no sound from her temporary resting place in all this time, the quiet of my home seems somehow even emptier than it did when she first died.