uh yea I jst causally ship this u kno…. casually shjp this ship that has been tearing me apaert
Tag: codywan
have some codywan in celebration of reaching 50% completion on law of our being (yes i know obi-wan isn’t technically that much shorter, deal with it) [AO3]
❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ + codywan?
he’s still not going to get over the beard being gone.
it’s been a good few weeks since the rako hardeen thing, and general kenobi looks like… well, anyone but general kenobi, missing the swooping ginger hair and distinctive beard, hair currently short to his head and closer to a light brown.
it means he and cody ( or some of the other 212th ) ends up running recon or spy missions a lot of the time, taking advantage of general kenobi looking like a complete stranger. cody isn’t specially trained in undercover missions, and he doesn’t actually think he’s any good at them, but that’s not stopped his general from taking him on – this is the fourth, so far, where it’s just been the two of them.
they’re sitting on opposite sides of a table in an outdoor cafe, kenobi lounging in a way that made him appear almost feline in nature, all easy grace and eyes that wandered but with confidence and a sort of regality. which is also sort of feline – it’s a look like he is ruler of all he surveys, and he knows this, but at the moment, it’s too much of an inconvenience to act on it.
‘ you’re staring, cody. ‘
‘ hm? simply playing the part, ben. ‘
( it’s the name they’ve gone with for several of these, which has led to two separate occasions of a very tired cody calling kenobi ‘beneral’, which has sent commander tano into fits of glee both times. cody doesn’t get paid enough for this damn job. )
there’s a smile rolling across kenobi’s face in the same lazy way that storm clouds breach the horizon; at once a subtle progression and just suddenly there.
( and, like an oncoming storm, it usually meant some kind of trouble was coming with it, the pessimistic side of cody tacked on. a deeper part of cody, one he was currently vehemently trying to ignore, tacked on that also like an oncoming storm, cody found it beautiful. )
kenobi leans forwards, acting as if he were about to stroke his beard and then frowning, resting his chin on his hand and propping his elbow on the table. as always, he’s magnetizing to cody, who leans back in a little bit without even really noticing it.
‘ remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it . ‘
he’s saying it with that sophisticated accent; a little bit of a drawl and rounded-out vowels, and he’s saying it with an uplift to his mouth; he’s teasing. cody thinks it’s secondhand nature for the man to flirt; he does it without noticing he’s doing it, easy as talking.
for once, though, it’s his turn to surprise his general.
( he can tell it’s a surprise because he’s suddenly so very close to kenobi’s eyes, and sees every minute detail of them widening, the dark flecks that seemed to fade in and out with the light and the steel in them. )
( he can tell it’s a surprise because he feels the sharp intake of kenobi’s breath as their mouths press together, and for a moment he feels like laughing, because it seems almost like obi-wan is taking the air from his lungs. there’s irony in there, somewhere. )
it was a surprise; teasing and cody’s push back, their back-and-forth dynamic.
it should end with cody pulling back and the both of them laughing, resuming the conversation about the plans they’re here to find.
it should end with some propriety; he is a general and he is a commander and they are halves of a whole but not so like this; he is a jedi and he is a clone and they are different levels, he is not allowed attachments and he is not a person, and –
it should end there.
( it doesn’t. )
the law of our being (57/?)
There is enough room for both of us [AO3]
“I should go back to barracks,” Cody said, but didn’t rise from his sprawl on Obi-Wan’s sofa.
“Mmmm, no, comfy,” Obi-Wan argued sleepily from where he was curled
against Cody’s chest. His head rested just over Cody’s steadily beating
heart, and he didn’t want to move a micron.“Morning briefing,” Cody reminded, as there were certain habits they maintained even though the war was essentially over.
“I’ll wake you in time,” Obi-Wan promised, nuzzling against Cody,
then humming softly with satisfaction as strong, slender fingers found
their way into his hair and began to gently stroke.“The vod’ike will worry.”
“No they won’t, they know where you are.”
Cody huffed softly, but bent his head to kiss Obi-Wan’s soft hair. It wasn’t as if he really wanted to go.
“Should just move in permanently,” Obi-Wan groused. “There is enough room for both of us.” Especially since Anakin’s finally moved out, he didn’t say.
“I’ll stay tonight, and we’ll have a proper conversation about the
rest come morning,” Cody compromised, and Obi-Wan mumbled and hugged his
waist. Cody shook his head, then carefully gathered up his Jedi and
carried him off to bed.
the law of our being (57/?)
There is enough room for both of us [AO3]
“I should go back to barracks,” Cody said, but didn’t rise from his sprawl on Obi-Wan’s sofa.
“Mmmm, no, comfy,” Obi-Wan argued sleepily from where he was curled
against Cody’s chest. His head rested just over Cody’s steadily beating
heart, and he didn’t want to move a micron.
“Morning briefing,” Cody reminded, as there were certain habits they maintained even though the war was essentially over.
“I’ll wake you in time,” Obi-Wan promised, nuzzling against Cody,
then humming softly with satisfaction as strong, slender fingers found
their way into his hair and began to gently stroke.
“The vod’ike will worry.”
“No they won’t, they know where you are.”
Cody huffed softly, but bent his head to kiss Obi-Wan’s soft hair. It wasn’t as if he really wanted to go.
“Should just move in permanently,” Obi-Wan groused. “There is enough room for both of us.” Especially since Anakin’s finally moved out, he didn’t say.
“I’ll stay tonight, and we’ll have a proper conversation about the
rest come morning,” Cody compromised, and Obi-Wan mumbled and hugged his
waist. Cody shook his head, then carefully gathered up his Jedi and
carried him off to bed.
The Sand Shovel Talk
I’ve been thinking about @transboba‘s earlier post about the Shovel Talk and how fans invariably have Jedi threatening clones over their involvement with their Generals (or a General) and how toxic and terrible it is. I decided to take a crack at it, myself… sort of.
The only “meaty” Codywan fic I have is Hot for Teacher, which is AU in various significant ways and also really more fluff than meat. It also involves a small horde of Jedi younglings who love their crechemaster AND all the clones he managed to bring home with him, so I present: The Sand Shovel Talk.
Obi-Wan stepped into the creche, tea in hand, and knew something was wrong. Gurrcat Clan were all present and accounted for… and sitting very quietly on the Sharing Rug. Staring at him.
“Ah… good morning, everyone,” he said, trying to remember if Master Thoor had mentioned any trouble during the overnight shift.
“Good morning, Master Obi,” the children said in unison.
He set his tea on a shelf and tried to will his skin to stop prickling.
“How is everyone feeling today?”
“Master Obi?” Rana stood, folding her arms over her chest. “We need to talk.”
The faint buzz of the Duros’s voice managed to sound ominous.
“Very well.” He walked over to the Sharing Rug and sat facing the younglings, allowing Rana the high ground. “What seems to be the problem?”
Rana glanced back at the group. Keeku raised a shaking hand.
“Um?”
“Yes, Keeku?” He smiled to reassure her. And maybe reassure himself, too. Ariela nudged her.
“Um, we know you, um, like Commander Cody? Um?” Her fingers rubbed at her snout.
Obi-Wan knew he was blushing and could do nothing to stop it. The younglings had them figured out before he and Cody had even sorted out their own feelings for each other, but he’d thought they approved.
“If you’re worried that my time with Cody will mean time away from you…”
Keeku was shaking her head back and forth.
“That isn’t it,” Rana said, shifting from foot to foot. She took a couple of steps back and sat down between Nolaa and Ilar, her arms still crossed.
Snowy’s voice rumbled from the back, her translator picking up for her.
“We like Cody,” she said.
“We like all the troopers,” Ariela added.
“We don’t want him to get hurt,” Snowy continued.
Obi-Wan blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“Remember how Azi and Mur were best friends forever?” Jenec picked up the thread of whatever the younglings were trying to tell him. “Only then Azi decided he liked Tomla better so he stopped hanging out with Mur?”
Mur sniffled, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her robe. “He never said what I did wrong!”
Azi and Tomla were from Clawmouse Clan. Mur had been inconsolable for days after Azi stopped talking to her.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Obi-Wan pulled a tissue from his pocket and floated it over to her. “Sometimes people just grow apart. It doesn’t have to be because of anything.”
“Exactly!” Jenec wrapped an arm around Mur’s shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“Obi-Wan put the pieces together quickly. “You’re afraid that Cody and I might grow apart.”
“And then Cody will be sad,” Rana said. Her red eyes narrowed at him. “We don’t want Cody to be sad.”
“We don’t want any of them to be sad,” Ariela murmured.
“And we don’t want him to go away forever because of it!” Helt tried to copy Rana’s pose but had to settle for simply holding his upper smaller hand. The lower set crossed just fine and he did his best to glare.
Obi-Wan bit down on a smile. Their protectiveness of Cody was charming, if somewhat misplaced.
“If you hurt him we’ll never talk to you again!” Wesk threatened, wrinkling his snout.
“Yeah!” The others chorused.
“And we won’t do our chores!” Ilar said.
This was met with even more enthusiasm. Obi-Wan covered his mouth and tried to think of a way to reassure them.
“And Archix Clan, too!” Keeku piped up, her voice a little muffled by the fingers covering her mouth.
Obi-Wan took a deep, centering breath before he spoke.
“You’re right to be concerned,” he said. “As Mur knows, sometimes friendships don’t always last, no matter how much one or both- or several- people might wish it otherwise.” He rested his hands on his knees in a meditation pose. Several of the younglings automatically shifted to copy him.
“But I can assure you that I would never willingly hurt Cody or his feelings. Or any of the other troopers,” he added, smiling at Ariela. “If things between us don’t wind up working out-” His chest clenched at the thought. “-we’ll make sure to talk things through first. And I promise that Cody and his men won’t be going anywhere. They’re here to stay.”
Cheers and a few relieved sighs greeted this pronouncement and then Obi-Wan found himself buried in an onslaught of younglings. It was a laughing, happy snuggle pile, though he still caught Mur’s muttered warning.
“If you ever do hurt him, though, I’m gonna bite you!”
He felt a mouth briefly close over his wrist before releasing him. Cody would be honored (and perhaps a little embarrassed) to have such stalwart defenders and Obi-Wan hoped he never did anything to earn their wrath.
the law of our being (56/?)
It brings out your eyes [ao3]
Cody shifted, waiting despite knowing that Obi-Wan was unlikely to
make the first move. But his Jedi also liked to keep him off balance, so
since Obi-Wan knew that Cody knew that Soresu was a defensive form –
well, sparring with Obi-Wan was always as much a mental battle as a
physical one, which was part of what made it so enjoyable for Cody.A smile twitched at the corner of Cody’s mouth as they circled, the
training ‘saber humming in his hands with an almost familiar vibration.
In the months since the end of hostilities, Cody had rarely left his
Jedi’s side, and Obi-Wan was more in demand for negotiating ceasefires
at the moment than for strategizing attacks. Cody knew it was a state
that immensely pleased Obi-Wan. To that end, Cody too was pleased. He
was still contemplating what he wanted to do himself, but acting as
Obi-Wan’s mission partner and head of his security detail was a good
stop gap until Cody figured things out. He was quite sure, after all,
that he wanted to remain at Obi-Wan’s side.Obi-Wan shifted across the mats, and Cody felt his muscles
instinctively tighten in anticipation. The circling continued, until
Cody’s mind almost wandered again. Then – then Obi-Wan streaked forward.
Cody raised his ‘saber, their blades clashing together in a flare of
retina searing light. Cody pushed back, and the grin broke free on his
face. He had a good feeling.A corresponding smile flashed across Obi-Wan’s face, toothy and
eager, and then they were parting, only to meet again. Practice and
before that familiarity with one another’s fighting styles and
personalities made their sparring as much a dance as anything; a
challenge and collaboration at once, they whirled around the room until
Cody managed to pin Obi-Wan down. It wasn’t often he gained the
advantage in their matches, and he savoured the feeling of having
obi-Wan wrong-footed.“You have me at a disadvantage,” Obi-Wan noted mildly, and Cody felt his grin widen further.
“For the moment,” Cody said, knowing that words were just another
weapon in his Jedi’s arsenal, and one which he was not so skilled at
countering.“And the cost of my freedom?” Obi-Wan inquired, shifting slightly to
see if he could free himself. Cody hummed thoughtfully, one eyebrow
flicking up but his eyes not shifting from Obi-Wan’s, knowing that there
alone would he be able to see and anticipate the Jedi’s intentions.
There was no surrender in those eyes.“You’ve assumed I’d willing to free you,” Cody pointed out.
“And that is an erroneous assumption?” Obi-Wan asked, buying time.
“Oh yes,” Cody said, still grinning. “Haven’t I made clear I’m never
letting you go?” He shifted his weight, pinning Obi-Wan to the mats more
securely and stealing a kiss. Obi-Wan smiled fondly at that and kissed
back. Which promptly preoccupied Cody and allowed Obi-Wan to free
himself. Cody shook his head, still smiling himself, and knowing he’d
let himself be distracted. “Gedin’la besom,” he said, and Obi-Wan
grinned, shifting back into his ready position. Cody shook his head
again, but raised his own weapon in readiness.“If I was predictable your life would be so boring though,” Obi-Wan
teased, and then sprang forward. Cody dodged the sweeping attack,
rolling beneath Obi-Wan’s blade and swiping at his Jedi’s side as they
passed one another. Obi-Wan hissed, letting Cody know he’d scored a
touch, and then they were whirling back into their dance, trading blows
at rapid pace. Cody knew he would tire first – even if endurance wasn’t
Obi-Wan’s specialty, the Force was a Jedi’s ally, and granted greater
stamina. It was also inaccessible to Cody as a Force-null. If he won, it
would be with a combination of skill, tactics, and sheer luck.Eventually, their previous positions on the mat were reversed, Cody
pinned beneath Obi-Wan, their ‘sabers crossed between them. For all he
wanted to win – he was as competitive as any of his vode – Cody couldn’t
quite bring himself to dislike being in that position. He met Obi-Wan’s
gaze, and couldn’t help but smile.“What?” Obi-Wan asked after a moment, a faint smile teasing at the corner of his mouth.
“Your lightsaber – it brings out your eyes,” Cody said, and Obi-Wan
barked out a laugh, then disengaged and pushed away Cody’s borrowed
‘saber so they could kiss again.
Mando’a:
Gedin’la: eccentric, cranky, in a mood – literally *almost insane*
Besom: ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person, someone with no manners (in Mandalorian terms)
the law of our being (56/?)
It brings out your eyes [ao3]
Cody shifted, waiting despite knowing that Obi-Wan was unlikely to
make the first move. But his Jedi also liked to keep him off balance, so
since Obi-Wan knew that Cody knew that Soresu was a defensive form –
well, sparring with Obi-Wan was always as much a mental battle as a
physical one, which was part of what made it so enjoyable for Cody.
A smile twitched at the corner of Cody’s mouth as they circled, the
training ‘saber humming in his hands with an almost familiar vibration.
In the months since the end of hostilities, Cody had rarely left his
Jedi’s side, and Obi-Wan was more in demand for negotiating ceasefires
at the moment than for strategizing attacks. Cody knew it was a state
that immensely pleased Obi-Wan. To that end, Cody too was pleased. He
was still contemplating what he wanted to do himself, but acting as
Obi-Wan’s mission partner and head of his security detail was a good
stop gap until Cody figured things out. He was quite sure, after all,
that he wanted to remain at Obi-Wan’s side.
Obi-Wan shifted across the mats, and Cody felt his muscles
instinctively tighten in anticipation. The circling continued, until
Cody’s mind almost wandered again. Then – then Obi-Wan streaked forward.
Cody raised his ‘saber, their blades clashing together in a flare of
retina searing light. Cody pushed back, and the grin broke free on his
face. He had a good feeling.
A corresponding smile flashed across Obi-Wan’s face, toothy and
eager, and then they were parting, only to meet again. Practice and
before that familiarity with one another’s fighting styles and
personalities made their sparring as much a dance as anything; a
challenge and collaboration at once, they whirled around the room until
Cody managed to pin Obi-Wan down. It wasn’t often he gained the
advantage in their matches, and he savoured the feeling of having
obi-Wan wrong-footed.
“You have me at a disadvantage,” Obi-Wan noted mildly, and Cody felt his grin widen further.
“For the moment,” Cody said, knowing that words were just another
weapon in his Jedi’s arsenal, and one which he was not so skilled at
countering.
“And the cost of my freedom?” Obi-Wan inquired, shifting slightly to
see if he could free himself. Cody hummed thoughtfully, one eyebrow
flicking up but his eyes not shifting from Obi-Wan’s, knowing that there
alone would he be able to see and anticipate the Jedi’s intentions.
There was no surrender in those eyes.
“You’ve assumed I’d willing to free you,” Cody pointed out.
“And that is an erroneous assumption?” Obi-Wan asked, buying time.
“Oh yes,” Cody said, still grinning. “Haven’t I made clear I’m never
letting you go?” He shifted his weight, pinning Obi-Wan to the mats more
securely and stealing a kiss. Obi-Wan smiled fondly at that and kissed
back. Which promptly preoccupied Cody and allowed Obi-Wan to free
himself. Cody shook his head, still smiling himself, and knowing he’d
let himself be distracted. “Gedin’la besom,” he said, and Obi-Wan
grinned, shifting back into his ready position. Cody shook his head
again, but raised his own weapon in readiness.
“If I was predictable your life would be so boring though,” Obi-Wan
teased, and then sprang forward. Cody dodged the sweeping attack,
rolling beneath Obi-Wan’s blade and swiping at his Jedi’s side as they
passed one another. Obi-Wan hissed, letting Cody know he’d scored a
touch, and then they were whirling back into their dance, trading blows
at rapid pace. Cody knew he would tire first – even if endurance wasn’t
Obi-Wan’s specialty, the Force was a Jedi’s ally, and granted greater
stamina. It was also inaccessible to Cody as a Force-null. If he won, it
would be with a combination of skill, tactics, and sheer luck.
Eventually, their previous positions on the mat were reversed, Cody
pinned beneath Obi-Wan, their ‘sabers crossed between them. For all he
wanted to win – he was as competitive as any of his vode – Cody couldn’t
quite bring himself to dislike being in that position. He met Obi-Wan’s
gaze, and couldn’t help but smile.
“What?” Obi-Wan asked after a moment, a faint smile teasing at the corner of his mouth.
“Your lightsaber – it brings out your eyes,” Cody said, and Obi-Wan
barked out a laugh, then disengaged and pushed away Cody’s borrowed
‘saber so they could kiss again.
Mando’a:
Gedin’la: eccentric, cranky, in a mood – literally *almost insane*
Besom: ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person, someone with no manners (in Mandalorian terms)
Wrestling with emotions
It was a rare bit of downtime for the 212th and Obi-Wan was happy to see the men relaxing. The intercom in the LAAT/i had been jerry-rigged into a sound system and was pumping raucous music into the clearing. Bottles of beer had been procured, although no one seemed to know where they’d come from. Obi-Wan shook his head, taking a swig from his own bottle. It wasn’t quality brew, but it did the trick.
Cody was laughing at something Waxer had said and Obi-Wan found himself smiling in response. This last mission had been a particularly bad one (as had the one before it and the one before that) and his commander’s dry sense of humor had been in short supply. Seeing him laughing, seeing that rare grin that lit up his face did something to ease a knot of tension in Obi-Wan’s chest. Cody was happy, his men were happy, and for the moment, Obi-Wan was happy, too. He took another drink from his bottle, eyes idly tracking Cody as the commander walked over to where a couple of the men- possibly Porg and Wooley- were sparring. In one swift move Cody had stripped off his top and stretched his arms.
Obi-Wan inhaled his beer.
As he coughed, his eyes remained riveted on Cody. Warm afternoon light painted his skin with gold. He laughed again, giving Wooley a good-natured shove shove as he prepared to take on Porg himself. He watched the two men grapple, Cody quickly pinning Porg to the ground and grinning down at him.
Heat pooled in Obi-Wan’s stomach as he imagined himself in Porg’s place. And then he realized what he was thinking.
Oh, no.
He drained the rest of his beer and went to grab another. Or two.
Robinsonade – Gabriel4Sam – Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Simple, yet beautiful, Thing
Author: @gabriel4sam
Fandom(s): Star Wars, The Clone Wars
Warnings: Non-graphic smut
Summary:
Stranded alone with his Jedi General, Cody learns the man behind the title, as they struggle to survive together on an uninhabited world. Will the Republic come for them?
Fic Review under the cut.
Look, look, somebody recced my fic ^________________^ I made a noise like a dying mouse when I saw that.
Robinsonade – Gabriel4Sam – Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
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