RNG for the Tropes Mashup has suggested Teacher AU and Married to the Job.
Let’s have an AU where instead of being sent to the Agricorp, Obi-Wan was sent to the EduCorp and found he actually liked it. Maybe Plo pulled him aside beforehand and expressed confidence in him, pointing out that being entrusted with the raising and education of an entire generation (or more) of Jedi was very high praise indeed.
So yes, off Obi goes and learns all kinds of things. His curiosity is fully indulged and no limits are set (or very few and mostly sensible). He learns a LOT, including how to pass on what he’s learned to others. He becomes a creche master and the younglings absolutely adore him. He makes learning FUN. And he takes them on amazing FIELD TRIPS.
He insists on continuing the field trips even after the war starts and while his truculence is indulged the Council does insist that he have a squad of clones with him. It’s ridiculous because it isn’t as if they’re going to a battlefield, they’re going to museums! But fine, he will tolerate the presence of these soldiers from the 212th and use it as yet another learning experience. Creche Master Kenobi’s opinions on the Jedi owning a slave army are… not very polite. He uses historical examples to help the kids understand why it’s bad and spends a lot of time driving home the fact that these are people. Individuals. He politely requests that Commander Cody remove his helmet and talk to the younglings about his experiences, which is very educational indeed, if not exactly something the Council would approve of if they knew. At some point Obi-Wan earns the joking title “General” and it sticks.
Hijinks, of course, ensue and Cody and the rest of Ghost Company prove that the Council was right to send them along. He and Kenobi really hit it off, but all of Cody’s careful attempts to feel out the situation seem to sail right over the ginger-haired idiot’s head. Which is fine; Cody does love a challenge. And he’ll have another challenge in trying to pry Waxer and Boil away from the younglings, but that’s another story.
Obi-Wan is indeed very intrigued with Cody, but while he’s developed some very private and controversial opinions on the Jedi’s approach to “attachments” it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize how that applies to him. Luckily Cody is a patient man. And the reward will be so much better than a gold star.
Cody smiled to himself as he brushed his teeth, listening to Obi-Wan
hum softly under the sonics. The ‘fresher attached to the General’s
quarters was private, but still small and basic. The logistics of
getting ready in the mornings when Cody had racked up with Obi-Wan was
both a treat of soft, sleep warm skin and an exercise in intimate space
sharing.
Theoretically, whoever as out of the bed first got the shower first,
the other taking the sink in the interim. Practically, Obi-Wan always
showered first, Cody clinging to sleep as long as possible before deftly
hurrying through his morning routine. Brush teeth, wash face, smooth
depilatory over his cheeks if he had developed appreciable stubble, run a
comb through his regulation high-and-tight. By the time he finished,
Obi-Wan was usually stepping out of the shower and so they swapped
places.
Stepping under the showerhead, Cody began washing up, listening as
Obi-Wan splashed in the sink. The quiet humming trailed off, and Obi-Wan
made a soft sound of dismay. Cody finished quickly, stepping out to
curiously look Obi-Wan over. His Jedi was frowning at his reflection in
the mirror, fussing with fingers and comb with his hair. It took a
moment more for Cody to realize the problem, then he smiled bemusedly.
“I’m not that old,” Obi-Wan fussed, frowning at Cody’s smile.
“You’re not,” Cody agreed, moving to hug Obi-Wan from behind, fingers
lightly ruffling through the white hairs that had begun to thread
through the copper art Obi-Wan’s temple. “It looks very distinguished,
and you could shave now without looking like a shiny.”
“I don’t want to look distinguished,” Obi-Wan pouted. Cody leaned in, kissing the paler hair, then the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear.
“I think you’re beautiful,” Cody assured, and Obi-Wan predictably flushed.
“You’re biased,” Obi-Wan accused, and Cody shrugged, nuzzling gently
against Obi-Wan’s silky hair. Obi-Wan huffed, but leaned into Cody for a
little longer before they parted to dress and do their duty.
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