“Everything is going to change,” Obi-Wan mused, leaning into Cody.
They were tucked away in a shadowy nook of one of the less used
meditation gardens, beneath a tree heavy with pale blue flowers.
Obi-Wan’s newly acquired scars were still harsh and pink, but he was
moving more easily, had begun working out again with the Healers’
permission.
“A lot of the vod’ike who served under – indifferent –
Jedi are requesting their walking papers,” Cody said. He left unspoken
what they both knew – almost no one who served directly under Obi-Wan
had applied for a discharge.
“And you?” Obi-Wan asked. “What do
you want, now that the war’s over?” Obi-Wan asked, fingers dancing
nervously over Cody’s forearm.
“Not sure,” Cody admitted. “Never thought much about what would happen after. Seemed like a good way to jinx things.”
“I
never took you for superstitious,” Obi-Wan teased, and Cody snorted.
They sat silent for a long while, simply enjoying one another’s company.
“If – if I wish to remain with the Order?” Obi-Wan asked as the lights
cycled toward sleep mode.
“I don’t mind,” Cody said thoughtfully,
after turning the question over for a few quiet moments. “In truth, I
have trouble imagining you as anything but a Jedi. That’s part of who
you are, not just what you do.” He paused, making sure his next words
came out right. “I know there are a lot of vode in the Seventh Sky and
some of the other Corps who wish to continue to work with the Jedi.”
“Everything is going to change,” Obi-Wan mused, leaning into Cody.
They were tucked away in a shadowy nook of one of the less used
meditation gardens, beneath a tree heavy with pale blue flowers.
Obi-Wan’s newly acquired scars were still harsh and pink, but he was
moving more easily, had begun working out again with the Healers’
permission.
“A lot of the vod’ike who served under – indifferent –
Jedi are requesting their walking papers,” Cody said. He left unspoken
what they both knew – almost no one who served directly under Obi-Wan
had applied for a discharge.
“And you?” Obi-Wan asked. “What do
you want, now that the war’s over?” Obi-Wan asked, fingers dancing
nervously over Cody’s forearm.
“Not sure,” Cody admitted. “Never thought much about what would happen after. Seemed like a good way to jinx things.”
“I
never took you for superstitious,” Obi-Wan teased, and Cody snorted.
They sat silent for a long while, simply enjoying one another’s company.
“If – if I wish to remain with the Order?” Obi-Wan asked as the lights
cycled toward sleep mode.
“I don’t mind,” Cody said thoughtfully,
after turning the question over for a few quiet moments. “In truth, I
have trouble imagining you as anything but a Jedi. That’s part of who
you are, not just what you do.” He paused, making sure his next words
came out right. “I know there are a lot of vode in the Seventh Sky and
some of the other Corps who wish to continue to work with the Jedi.”
the siege is hitting the one-month mark in three days, and all obi-wan wants to do is get off this force-forsaken planet, where everything is damp and his head hurts from the sound of blaster bolts, grating and unrelenting.
if nothing else, nights have become easier. the vode have taken to sleeping in the gunships, in the tanks, anywhere there’s dry space, and after about a week or so of fighting, obi-wan had joined them. ( well. one of them, at least. ) if nothing else, nights now are dry and warm.
( things sometimes become hazy, underneath his cloak in the back chamber of the gunship, where he rests his head on his commander’s chest, cody’s chin tucked over his head and arms wrapped around him. for warmth, they’ll both claim, if asked. and it’s true, in a way, but it doesn’t explain the bubble of warmth rising in obi-wan’s chest when he wakes up one morning to see sunlight, for once, streaming through the slats of the gunship door, illuminating cody’s sharply-lined face, eyes still shut peacefully, the morning casting his scar into impressive contrast. )
as he always does, cody blinks awake a few moments after him, somehow always managing to sense that obi-wan is awake, no matter how still he tries to hold.
cody groans and stretches, sighing as he rests his head against his general again – there’s still quite some time before the two of them need to be up, and this is a comfortable place to be. he can hear obi-wan’s heartbeat, quiet but steady, and smell him – the mud of the planet, yes, but also tea and the faint sense of ozone all the jedi had to them. like starlight and raw power, and cody nosed briefly against obi-wan’s skin, looking for that smell now and laughing once after a moment.
obi-wan arches an auburn eyebrow at him, mouth curling wryly at one side in amusement. ‘ do feel free to share the joke, commander. ‘
cody strokes over obi-wan’s shoulder for a moment, voice still rough with disuse and the early time. ‘ i thought jedi weren’t meant to have possessions. ‘ something sad, unreadable, crosses his general’s face.
‘ i don’t own you, cody. ‘
yes you do, in every way that matters, some bitter part of him that is cc-2224 whispers. my life, my vode, we are numbers under your command. you helped the republic buy my existence; in what sense do you not own me?
yes you do, in every way that matters, a deeper part of him says, quietly – all cody. no programming or kamino-built loyalty is behind the way that he is obi-wan’s, just as obi-wan is his general. cody would follow him into hell without question.
but either answer would lack propriety, and shatter this moment, so cody just hums and lets his nose drift to obi-wan’s hair. battlefield dust, weariness, and ozone. his general.
Summary: In which Obi-Wan’s hot pants cause solve problems.
Notes: For jynx. @bluemaskedkarma and i were chatting the other day and uh, fic
happened? i blame them. (title from “Can’t Get Enough Of Myself” (feat.
B.C) by Santigold)
Summary: In which Obi-Wan’s hot pants cause solve problems.
Notes: For jynx. @bluemaskedkarma and i were chatting the other day and uh, fic
happened? i blame them. (title from “Can’t Get Enough Of Myself” (feat.
B.C) by Santigold)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) – All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Possible Hannibal Influence, Alternate Universe – Police, Mental bonds, Taylor Swift – Freeform, Obi-Wan cannot flirt, Cody is an Asshole, Characters who would not stop bantering, dead bodies Series: Part 4 of A Loving Heart is the Truest Wisdom Summary:
Someone’s got a song stuck in their head and it’s pissing their partner off.
Welp, I realized the other day it had been way too long since I had written any Obi-wan, so @thebisexualmandalorian gave me this idea. Codywan in the aftermath of babysitting Luke and Leia. Also available on ao3.
“Bye bavodu’e!” Leia waved from where she was walking next to Anakin, her other hand holding tightly onto his.
“Yeah! Bye!” Little Luke added, leaning too far an almost falling out of Padme’s arms.
“We will see you later younglings. Be good, now!” Obi-wan said, as him and Cody waved farewell.
“Thank’s again, Obi-wan! We really appreciated the weekend off!” Anakin yelled as they got to the speeder to take them back home.
“No problem at all. We enjoyed the time with the twins.” Obi-wan replied, but sagged a little against Cody as they drove away.
“Enjoyed each and every, extremely exhausting moment.” Cody added as he put an arm around Obi-wan’s waist.
Obi-wan smiled as he shut the door, slipped out of Cody’s arm, and walked back to their small living room. He sat down heavily on their couch, while Cody half attempted to pick up some of the toys still strewn around the room. The twins were generally pretty good about picking up after themselves, but Anakin and Padme had come back early.
Cody gave up quickly, leaned against the armrest of the couch, and flopped down on top of Obi-wan, who had given up on sitting and was sprawled out along it.
Obi-wan grunted as Cody landed, but instantly forgave him as he nuzzled into Obi-wan’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Cody mumbled, “Next time Anakin and Padme go away, we are so getting Rex, Wolffe, and Ahsoka to look after the twins.”
“Fair enough,” Obi-wan smiled fondly, and started running his hand through Cody’s hair. Cody hummed his appreciation, and held on a bit tighter.
Obi-wan loved it when Cody got extra cuddly like this. It was nice to make up for all the time they were unable to touch during the war.
They both took so long to get over their own hangups. So long before they finally realized how they felt about each other.
Obi-wan ran his thumb over the scar that ran down the side of Cody’s face, so glad that they both survived everything. They may not be perfect, but they were together.
And he wasn’t lying to Anakin earlier; they both love watching the twins. They were boisterous, and more than a little silly. But they were also terribly smart, and already showing signs of strong force sensitivity.
Cody started teaching them Mando’a a couple weeks ago, and Leia had taken to it immediately. It was wonderful watching Cody with them, not only teaching them about the Mando’ade, but also about clone culture in general. About what it meant to be vode. Luke loved all the art, he would spend hours looking at holos of clone art and armor from the war.
The reason those holos even existed were thanks to Echo and Jesse, who took the time after the war to document as many examples as they could find. Not only armor, but any examples of clone art that could be found. Jesse took all the holos while Echo recorded as much information about each item as he could. It had been a monumental task, but they loved every moment. Luke, among many others, loved learning, and knowing about their rich culture the clones had created for themselves.
“Cyare,” Cody mumbled from where his head was tucked into Obi-wan’s chest.
“Yes, love?”
“You’re thinking too much again.”
Obi-wan smiled, “Yes, it seems that I was.” He lets his thumb that was over his scar drift closer to Cody’s mouth, who caught it in a kiss. “You have any ideas on how to fix that?”
He could feel Cody’s smile against his hand, “I think I might.”
“Then why don’t you get up here and show me.” Obi-wan didn’t think he would ever get tired of teasing his husband.
Cody rumbled deep in his chest and pulled himself up so they were better aligned, and leaned down for a deep kiss.
“How’s that for starters?” Cody whispered, lips still hovering just above Obi-wan’s.
Sizing
up the restaurant, Cody glanced to his side. Senator Organa just
grinned. It was probably the nicest place Cody had ever voluntarily
stepped foot into. Still. He wanted to do this right.
“This is a really good restaurant,” the Senator promised, and they
were greeted with reserved warmth a moment later not by the host droid,
but by a stout older woman who addressed the Senator by his given name
and pressed airy kisses against his cheeks. “Senora Milon,” Organa
greeted, “please allow me to introduce my friend, Cody.”
“Ma’am,” Cody offered in greeting, shaking hands and tensing in case
she got too friendly, still a bit bowled over to be thought of as
‘friend’ by a powerful Senator. Thankfully she didn’t greet him with any
fancy kisses.
“I am honoured to make your acquaintance young man,” Senora Milon
said, dark eyes twinkling knowingly. “May I presume to offer you the
tasting menu today?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Cody said, feeling his cheeks heat. “I’d also like to
reserve a table for two, when you have one available.” Behind him, Bail
silently motioned that the proprietress should ensure that their meal
was billed to him, and also that Cody’s reservation was as soon as
possible.
“Of course, I’ll check the calendar as soon as I seat you,” Senora
Milon promised, and soon they were three plates deep in some of the best
food Cody had ever had the good fortune to put in his mouth.
“Alright, I can see why Obi-Wan says Alderaanian food is his
favourite,” Cody admitted, leaning back and sipping at the finger of
smokey Toniray with which Bail had insisted they close the meal. Bail
grinned.
“So what else do you have planned?” Bail asked, intensely curious and positively thrilled about this development.
“Afternoon walk at the Quarren embassy’s water garden, dinner, dance
concert in Little Keldabe,” Cody ticked off on his fingers. Bail nodded
along.
“Sounds romantic,” Bail said with a smile. “You’re making me miss
Breha even more than usual.” Cody smiled a bit wider than usual at that,
feeling his cheeks heat a bit. He had hoped his plans would pass
muster. It wasn’t everyday after all, that your idiotic self-sacrificing
Jedi lover got himself back off the injury list after helping take down
the last of the Sith Lords, and it certainly demanded a bit of
celebration.
On the day of, Obi-Wan traipsed happily at Cody’s side, leaning into
him. Such open affection had long been their norm among the vode, and
even when among the Jedi, but somehow Cody hadn’t quite expected it
among civilians. He couldn’t help but swell up a bit with pride to have
Obi-Wan openly on his arm, and it made him think again about all the
quiet dreams they’d shared in the dark beneath Obi-Wan’s covers, hopes
for a future they hadn’t been sure they’d see.
“The Sanctuary of Stars?” Obi-Wan asked as Cody led him towards the restaurant. “Cody this -”
“You deserve nice things,” Cody all but growled. “Don’t worry, I made reservations.” Obi-Wan flushed, leaning into Cody’s side.
“You’ve been conspiring with Bail,” Obi-Wan accused as they were
whisked swiftly to their table by the proprietress, who Cody had greeted
with a debonair kiss of the hand. Cody grinned, and didn’t deny the
accusation.
“He’s a good friend,” Cody admitted. Obi-Wan smiled broadly, tickled
that his lover would admit to friendship with someone of whom Obi-Wan
was also so very fond.
hi! i’ve been chatting with some of
y’all in the comments on ao3 about consequences, specifically for anakin in the
aftermath of sidious’ last stand. that is something i’m still thinking
about, and due to the way i’m writing this fic, it may not come up for
some time. that doesn’t mean i’ve forgotten or am ignoring that actions
have consequences, just that i haven’t been able to work those ideas
into the fic yet! thanks for all the conversation, it helps me figure
out what i want to do!
Sizing
up the restaurant, Cody glanced to his side. Senator Organa just
grinned. It was probably the nicest place Cody had ever voluntarily
stepped foot into. Still. He wanted to do this right.
“This is a really good restaurant,” the Senator promised, and they
were greeted with reserved warmth a moment later not by the host droid,
but by a stout older woman who addressed the Senator by his given name
and pressed airy kisses against his cheeks. “Senora Milon,” Organa
greeted, “please allow me to introduce my friend, Cody.”
“Ma’am,” Cody offered in greeting, shaking hands and tensing in case
she got too friendly, still a bit bowled over to be thought of as
‘friend’ by a powerful Senator. Thankfully she didn’t greet him with any
fancy kisses.
“I am honoured to make your acquaintance young man,” Senora Milon
said, dark eyes twinkling knowingly. “May I presume to offer you the
tasting menu today?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Cody said, feeling his cheeks heat. “I’d also like to
reserve a table for two, when you have one available.” Behind him, Bail
silently motioned that the proprietress should ensure that their meal
was billed to him, and also that Cody’s reservation was as soon as
possible.
“Of course, I’ll check the calendar as soon as I seat you,” Senora
Milon promised, and soon they were three plates deep in some of the best
food Cody had ever had the good fortune to put in his mouth.
“Alright, I can see why Obi-Wan says Alderaanian food is his
favourite,” Cody admitted, leaning back and sipping at the finger of
smokey Toniray with which Bail had insisted they close the meal. Bail
grinned.
“So what else do you have planned?” Bail asked, intensely curious and positively thrilled about this development.
“Afternoon walk at the Quarren embassy’s water garden, dinner, dance
concert in Little Keldabe,” Cody ticked off on his fingers. Bail nodded
along.
“Sounds romantic,” Bail said with a smile. “You’re making me miss
Breha even more than usual.” Cody smiled a bit wider than usual at that,
feeling his cheeks heat a bit. He had hoped his plans would pass
muster. It wasn’t everyday after all, that your idiotic self-sacrificing
Jedi lover got himself back off the injury list after helping take down
the last of the Sith Lords, and it certainly demanded a bit of
celebration.
On the day of, Obi-Wan traipsed happily at Cody’s side, leaning into
him. Such open affection had long been their norm among the vode, and
even when among the Jedi, but somehow Cody hadn’t quite expected it
among civilians. He couldn’t help but swell up a bit with pride to have
Obi-Wan openly on his arm, and it made him think again about all the
quiet dreams they’d shared in the dark beneath Obi-Wan’s covers, hopes
for a future they hadn’t been sure they’d see.
“The Sanctuary of Stars?” Obi-Wan asked as Cody led him towards the restaurant. “Cody this -”
“You deserve nice things,” Cody all but growled. “Don’t worry, I made reservations.” Obi-Wan flushed, leaning into Cody’s side.
“You’ve been conspiring with Bail,” Obi-Wan accused as they were
whisked swiftly to their table by the proprietress, who Cody had greeted
with a debonair kiss of the hand. Cody grinned, and didn’t deny the
accusation.
“He’s a good friend,” Cody admitted. Obi-Wan smiled broadly, tickled
that his lover would admit to friendship with someone of whom Obi-Wan
was also so very fond.
hi! i’ve been chatting with some of
y’all in the comments on ao3 about consequences, specifically for anakin in the
aftermath of sidious’ last stand. that is something i’m still thinking
about, and due to the way i’m writing this fic, it may not come up for
some time. that doesn’t mean i’ve forgotten or am ignoring that actions
have consequences, just that i haven’t been able to work those ideas
into the fic yet! thanks for all the conversation, it helps me figure
out what i want to do!
concept: clone wars gladiator au. cody is the general / gladiator and obi-wan is the emperors’ sibling that wants to bone him. no clue who anyone else is lol.
it would be au, the bad emperor dies, cody does not
cody and obi-wan retire to the country to bone like minks and raise banthas at the end
qui-gon is marcus aurelius whose death starts the whole mess
anakin is lucius verus, obi-wan’s young son (lol)
as much as i loathe him, palps is probs the crazy bad emperor
padme is a senator with dangerous republic sympathies
wrennette 