#Obi-Wan kenobi x commander Cody

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SubCody Week 2023 - Day One

That's right! Merlyn's back with another posting event. All fics this time, and one series.

Codywan. Prompts for aphrodisiacs and "He Was Not Meant For Soft Things".

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haunted │ obi-wan kenobi x cody

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cody

Warning(s): There’s some sads here - a little angst, some trauma, a dissociative episode - but there’s also some fluff. 

Summary: Even with Obi-Wan pressed against him in bed, nestled in the safety of his arms, Cody can’t help but be haunted by past events and how things could have been drastically different.

Word count: 2k

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Tags: @remadster​ come and get it, m’dude 💖💖

Parts written in italics are a flashback.

As Obi-Wan curled further into the warmth of Cody’s arms and tucked his auburn head under the other’s chin, Cody found the rasp of his beard against his bare chest oddly grounding and he reflected on how it used to be much harder to get the man currently nestled in his arms to relax. Between his duties as both General in the GAR and Jedi Council Member, Obi-Wan was prone to overworking and often stretched himself too thin. While the Commander did not approve of such behaviour, he had felt it was not his place to broach the topic with his General – until those actions put his life in danger while out on a scouting mission.

Obi-Wan had been exhausted – his connection to the Force hazy and difficult to focus on – and he’d been too slow in detecting the proximity mine, wandering into the blast radius before he could stop himself. Though Obi-Wan had been quick enough to shout a warning to his men and jump back slightly before the mine went off, the resulting explosion knocked the Jedi into a nearby rock face with enough force to kill a normal human and the sickening, crunching thud of Obi-Wan’s body hitting the solidity of the rock had haunted Cody’s dreams for weeks after. For a few long moments, as the squad hurried to where Obi-Wan lay while simultaneously sweeping the area for remaining threats, a lump of dread sat heavy in Cody’s gut; scared he would roll the General over and those once sparkling blue eyes would stare back at him, dull and lifeless.

The weight of panic lifted slightly when their medic confirmed he was alive – though in desperate need of serious medical attention. Cody turned back to his other men to find they had already set up a defensive perimetre under Waxer’s direction, who stood at attention as he awaited the Commander’s further orders.

“We get the General on a stretcher and two men will carry him out to the evac zone. You and Boil take point, keep an eye out for more mines. The rest take up formation around the General.”

The words were muffled in Cody’s ears – as though he was hearing it through water – but Waxer seemed to understand him fine, offering the Commander a quick nod before he stepped away. Cody raised his arm to speak into the comm on his vambrace when his surroundings blurred and cut to black. In the darkness, the sound of Obi-Wan’s laughter rang out; what was usually rich and full of a warmth that made Cody’s heart flutter now echoed hollowly back at him and his pulse thudded forcefully in his ears, threatening to drown out all else.

“-vived far worse, Cody. You heard the medics, few days in the tank and he’ll be right as Kaminoan rain.”

Waxer’s hand came down to pat him hard on the shoulder and Cody’s eyes snapped open. He was stood in front of a bacta-tank, watching as Obi-Wan floated peacefully in the blue liquid. The bacta gave off a slight tint that made Obi-Wan look even paler and, though he was far from it, Cody thought the Jedi looked frail and vulnerable. Hands shook as he clutched his helmet in front of him, grip so tight the leather of his gloves creaked in protest. On his other side, Boil gently bumped their elbows together with the thud of plastoid meeting plastoid – his cherished offering of support.

With more ribs broken than intact, Obi-Wan had suffered extensive internal bleeding that made the trip back to the Negotiator quite touch-and-go at times as the squads medic fought to control his dropping vital signs. Once aboard the ship and in the med bay, tensions eased marginally when the medical team were able to stop much of the hemorrhaging as they prepped the General for the bacta-tank. Cody could only watch and stare on dumbly, standing in the middle of the chaos like a lost Eopie.

There was a long, solemn pause as they stood in silence before, with a quiet clearing of his throat and a small nod of his head, the Commander dismissed his men and was left to stand alone at his self-imposed guard. The door slid shut behind them, blocking out the noise that came in from the medical facility and leaving just the mocking, monotonous sound of the machine scanning Obi-Wan’s vitals. The repetitive beeping faded into the background as the Commander watched his General, auburn hair floating in a halo around his head and features more relaxed than Cody had seen him, even during repose.  

Cody’s gaze drifted down to Obi-Wan’s chest, bare of clothing but mottled in hideous bruises, the dark shades of blues and violets a stark contrast against the pallor of the man’s skin. The sight made Cody’s chest ache as remorse and guilt wrapped themselves around his ribcage like vines, tight and strangling. Look at your failure, hissed a voice in his head and so Cody did, unable to look away as his entire world homed in on the Jedi and the rest faded away into a muffled hum. His breastplate suddenly felt too small as his lungs heaved with the effort to pull in each breath, air whistling through his gritted teeth. The helmet slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud as darkness swallowed the Commander once more.

 Obi-Wan felt when Cody slipped as the warm bliss in the Force surrounding them soured with the panic that had begun to curl itself deep in Cody’s chest. The hands that had previously been brushing along his back in tender strokes had stilled and begun to tremble, the touch feather-light against Obi-Wan’s bare skin. Cody’s arms fell limply against the mattress when Obi-Wan lifted himself and shifted to a kneeling position at his side.

The darker-skinned man’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths and when Obi-Wan laid his hand against it, he could feel Cody’s heart pounding out a hard, rapid rhythm. His other hand came to rest on Cody’s shoulder as he leaned over to meet his eyes – they were fixed blankly at the ceiling, glazed over in a distant, thousand-yard stare. The gentle push to his shoulder went unnoticed.

“Cody,” the Jedi said, loud enough that is should have caught his attention, but there was no acknowledgement from the man.

Obi-Wan was careful not to shock Cody, wanting him to come back to himself slowly. His jaw ached with phantom pain when he remembered the time Cody took a swing at him when he had been startled out of an episode, the fight in his fight-or-flight response coming out full force. Moving silently, Obi-Wan climbed off the bed and padded into the refresher where he wet a cloth with cool water before he returned to his place beside Cody. With a gentle touch, Obi-Wan wiped the cloth over his Commander’s bare chest, hoping both the change of temperature and the sensation would help pull him back.

 Cody had intended to keep things strictly professional, had not meant to let his emotions show when he was there as the Jedi woke, but something in him snapped when Obi-Wan smiled at him, soft and dopey from the painkillers still flowing through his system.

“Oh, there you are, darling,” Obi-Wan slurred his usual post-injury greeting once he saw Cody at his bedside. “so wonderful to see you.”

“Don’t,” Cody spat, as startled by his own tone as Obi-Wan looked. “not after that.”

“Cody, I- “

“We thought you were dead!” Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly when Cody’s voice cracked with emotion. “You hit that wall – the sound you made – and then you weren’t moving, and I thou- “

Cody stopped himself before he could say anything else that he would regret, the hand not holding his helmet clenched in a fist at his side. He turned away slightly, gaze focused out the viewport as he worked to steady his breathing and control the turmoil of emotion swirling in his gut.

Obi-Wan felt it all - of course he did, Cody was projecting it to him as loudly as the words he had just spoken - and it cleared the Jedi’s head immediately. Despite all the tension and flirting between them, many things had been left unsaid that were now laid bare on Cody’s part, hanging heavy in the silence between them. Before the silver-tongued ‘Negotiator’ himself could gather his thoughts into words, the Commander turned back to him with his face carefully arranged into a mask of neutrality.

“I apologize for my outburst, General. It was inappropriate and out of line, and it will not happen again.” Cody spoke in a flat, even tone and it felt cold compared to how Cody usually spoke to him. “I’ll leave you to rest.”

Cody made for the door but only got to the other side of the bed before Obi-Wan spoke and stopped him.

“Cody, wait please. Come here.”

When Cody looked back, Obi-Wan was holding out his hand with his palm up. He looked as he had in the bacta-tank, frail and small – vulnerable.

“Please, don’t go.”

He returned to him, he could never do anything else and they both knew as much, and set his helmet down on the foot of the bed. When he went to Obi-Wan’s side, he slid his gloved hand into the bare one presented to him. Obi-Wan’s other hand immediately came up to hold Cody’s one in both of his, cradling it as if it were something precious, his thumb rubbing in small circles against the leather on the back of his hand.

“It is I who should apologize, my dear Commander,” The Jedi said softly, and it made Cody’s heart flutter. “for making your task of protecting myself and your men harder with my negligence. I will take more care on our next mission and will make sure I’m rested before-hand.”

“That’s all I ask, General. It’s hard enough to keep you out of trouble with just the Seppies working against me.” A smile twitched at the corners of Cody’s mouth, fully forming when Obi-Wan matched it with his own grin.

After leaning forward, Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to the back of Cody’s hand, the leather warm and smooth against his lips. Cody was barely able to contain his splutter of embarrassment, adoration flowing through him at Obi-Wan’s blatant display of affection.

“Please then, my strong Commander, so brave and heroic, accept my most humble and sincere apologies for- “

“Alright, enough of that.”

 It took some time for Cody to come back to himself but eventually his heartrate slowed and returned to normal, and the tremors in his hands stopped. Obi-Wan sat patiently beside him, alternating between passes of the cool, damp cloth and his bare hand across Cody’s chest and shoulders, hoping to help ground him with the touch. When Cody blinked a few times as he once again became aware of his surroundings, Obi-Wan reached over to rest his palm gently against the man’s cheek.

“Hello, dear one.” Obi-Wan smiled down at him, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone and over the scar around his eye. “Where did you go?”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody breathed softly as his hand came up to rest over the paler one against his cheek, turning his head to press a kiss to the Jedi’s palm. “nowhere, just unpleasant memories. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked and Cody nodded. “Do you need anything?”

When Obi-Wan leaned across him to set the cloth on the bedside table, Cody lifted his arms and wrapped them around his torso, pulling Obi-Wan flush against him, chest to chest. The Jedi made a brief noise of mock indignance but let himself be rolled over onto his back, the Commander’s weight pinning him to the bed. Cody immediately ducked his head and began nuzzling into that auburn hair as his lips ghosted at the sensitive spot under Obi-Wan’s ear.

“Just this,” Came the quiet reply, huskily whispered. “just you.”

Obi-Wan’s hands came to rest on Cody’s shoulders, squeezing firmly and massaging the broad expanse until tense muscles eased. When Cody sagged even further into Obi-Wan, one of those hands slid up to rest at the back of his neck, fingers threaded into his short, dark hair while the other stroked in gentle movements over his back; much like Cody had previously been doing to him, their roles and positions now reversed.

“I’m here, dear one, I’m with you.”

[feybarn]

...is your life

“I think you dropped something, Sir.”

Obi-Wan stared down at the weapon in Cody’s hand. “It would appear I have.” He took his lightsaber from Cody, a little bemused.

He slid the saber into his belt. “I’ll have you know that this is absolutely not my fault.”

“Oh.” Cody was quite remarkable at feigning belief. “Do tell how you dropping your lightsaber isn’t your fault.”

Obi-Wan gave Cody a smile. “Well, I couldn’t be holding my lightsaber while keeping that missile from hitting our men, now could I?”

Cody’s attempt to not roll his eyes was remarkable, but it seemed his exasperation with Obi-Wan antics was too much to resist. “I do believe that’s why you have a hook on your belt, sir.”

“There wasn’t time.” And it was true, Obi-Wan had barely had time to drop his lightsaber and get his hands up in time to catch the missile that had started the battle in the first place.

Cody did not look impressed.

Obi-Wan didn’t actually blame him, if Anakin had used an excuse like that Obi-Wan would have been very much judging him.

“Please don’t do that again, General.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I will do my best.” 

Cody rolled his eyes again and started heading away.

“Thank you, Commander!”

-_-

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a severe look, holding out Anakin’s lightsaber. “This weapon is your life, Anakin.”

Beside him Cody started choking, prompting a concerned Rex to start pounding him on the back when the coughing didn’t immediately cease.

Obi-Wan gave him an amused and technically chastising look, but Cody just sent back an unrepentant eye roll.

Ah, his Commander really did manage to convey a brilliant amount of snark without even speaking a word.

-_-

“I think you dropped something, sir.”

Cody’s voice was truly exasperated as Obi-Wan turned to see his lightsaber once again resting in his Commander’s hand. “Ah, yes.”

Cody was doing his very best not to scowl at Obi-Wan, but Obi-Wan could sense it anyways. “I don’t supposed this one isn’t your fault either?”

“Oh no, this was undoubtedly my fault. I’m afraid I let Grievous knock me around more than planned.”

Cody did not seem impressed. “Sir, you need to be more careful.”

“I will try.” He took his saber from Cody’s hand. “But thank you, Commander.”

-_-

“Ahsoka.” Obi-Wan kept his voice stern, holding both of the young padawan’s sabers in his palms. “I don’t suppose you’ve an explanation for this?”

The tip of Ahsoka’s lekkus darkened a little. “Uh… they fell?”

Obi-Wan sighed. “You must be careful, Ahsoka. These weapons are your life.”

Behind him he heard Cody choke on the rations that Kix had shoved into his hands, causing Rex to once again pound him on the back.

“Yes, Master Obi-Wan. I’ll be careful,” Ahsoka agreed, and she sounded sincere.

“You all right there, vod?” Obi-Wan heard Rex ask concerned.

“Yes,” Cody’s voice was hoarse. “Just choking on idiocy.”

Rex snorted. “Looked like a ration bar, but sure.”

-_-

“Sir.” Cody sounded downright annoyed this time. “I think you dropped something.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “I know, Cody.”

He reached for his lightsaber, but his commander’s grip tightened around the hilt. A moment later his Commander loosened his grip, looking abashed. “Apologies.”

Obi-Wan hesitated, before moving his hand back. “I sense you have something you’d like to say?”

“No sir.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Cody, I would like to think that we’ve made it this far in the war because of our ability to be honest with each other.” He forced back a smile, because he didn’t think Cody would appreciate it. “Or rather, because you’ve always been willing and able to call me on my nonsense.”

Cody looked at least the slightest bit tempted to smile, which Obi-Wan counted as a minor victory. “Sir. Several times now, I’ve heard you tell General Skywalker and Commander Tano both that this weapon is your life. Yet you seem perfectly willing to discard yours.”

There were several unhelpful replies on the tip of Obi-Wan’s tongue, but he’d learned that sarcastic comments about how his own life was easily discarded were taken about as well by Cody as Cody’s comments about his life being replaceable were taken by Obi-Wan.

“It’s not that.” Obi-Wan sighed. “I won’t say I’m perfect at it, but I do try, very hard to always be making the best decision that I can at any time.” He grimaced a little. “Sometimes that includes letting go of my lightsaber.”

“The best decision should be the decision that protects you, sir.” 

Obi-Wan smiled a little. “I disagree, but you know that already. And as tempting as it is to let us engage in that particular debate, I do wish to thank you.”

“For picking up after you?” Cody asked a little wryly.

Obi-Wan hesitated. It sometimes felt like a mine-field talking to his men. He never wanted to imply an order or a demand, never wanted to cause any of his men to feel obligated to him more than the Kaminoans already had.

“I trust you with my life, Cody.” He gently reached out and finally took his lightsaber from Cody’s hand. “Thank you for always taking such care with it.”

Cody seemed frozen for a moment before he shook himself. “Of course, sir.” 

Obi-Wan smiled. “I will try to lose it a little less.”

His Commander rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you will sir, until the next time when you decide the best decision requires you drop your lightsaber.”

Obi-Wan shrugged, but he wouldn’t deny it. “Yes, until then.”

[catsnkooks]

Mandalorian Elegy (ch. 2)

Commander Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

summary: Obi-Wan heads to the Mandalorian countryside to aid the Fett family farm to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the city. He expects a few months of hard, simple labor, but his plans complicate when he finds himself falling for the simple hardworking farmer instead.

rating: G

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cody takes his shirt off so fair warning lmao

a/n: i’m really excited for this next one!!! i love making obi yearn.........

here it is on ao3!!

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Only a few days in the Mandalorian countryside and Obi-Wan was already falling in love. It was so very peaceful compared to the bustling life in Coruscant. Every morning he woke to a hearty breakfast waiting for him with good conversation from all of his hosts, and then it was time to do the daily chores.

He'd taken to collecting the eggs every morning—a simple task he knew he couldn’t mess up. Even Boga was on her best behavior around the coop. But what amused Cody greatly was how much the chickens seemed to like him.

This morning, they all followed behind him in single file, while he forced himself to contain his laughter so he didn’t spill their eggs currently resting in his shirt.

“I don’t know why they like me so much!” he exclaimed to Cody, who stood at the edge of the porch, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“It’s because you spoil them,” Cody said, following him into the kitchen so he could deposit the eggs into the fridge.

Obi-Wan scoffed. “I don’t treat them any differently than you do.”

Cody just eyed him as he took out an old piece of bread from the cabinet, following him back outside. He shook his head at him while Obi-Wan knelt down beside the chickens, holding up the piece of bread.

“You all have to share this, alright?” Obi-Wan said, pointing a finger at all of the chickens present. Then he set the piece of bread down and stepped back while they all attacked it. He shook his head and sighed, climbing into the truck with Cody and Boga. “How uncivilized.”

Today, Cody was going to show him Bly’s greenhouse and garden. It was closer to the town so he would get better business, but not too far away where it was a long commute. This time, he allowed Boga to stick her head out of the window and flap her tongue in the wind as they drove.

They pulled up to a gravel driveway with a greenhouse and large wood awning next to it that had “Farmer’s Market” written on a homemade sign. Behind the buildings, Obi-Wan could see a field filled with many different kinds of crops. Rex and Bly stood outside of the greenhouse and waved as they approached.

Obi-Wan hadn’t seen Bly as much as the other brothers. They were too often busy at opposite ends of the farm to truly have time to meet properly. His hair was cut shorter than Cody’s and Rex’s but if it wasn’t for the yellow tattoos on his cheeks, Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart.

“Hello, it’s finally nice to meet another plant person,” Bly said, shaking his hand and grinning.

Obi-Wan returned it with a smile of his own. He mentioned to Cody that he had studied plant science a little while in college, and Cody must have passed that onto his gardener brother. “Indeed. It does get dull talking animals all the time.” He saw Rex roll his eyes in his periphery.

“Come on in and I’ll give you a tour.”

Bly explained that while he did sell some flowers in the main greenhouse, he really specialized in produce sales, which explained the large garden behind them. The flowers he did have were beautiful classics; begonias, geraniums, marigolds, vinca, and petunias. There was a small section of just blue flowers along one wall and Rex made as if to touch them.

“Hey! Don’t touch those!” Bly yelled at him. “Those are Aayla’s!”

Obi-Wan turned to Cody. “Who’s Aayla?”

“That’s his girlfriend,” Rex said in singsong, grinning at Bly whose ears flushed darker.

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

Cody shared a look with Obi-Wan and he hid his grin behind his hand. “They’re very pretty.”

“Her favorite color is blue but that’s a really hard color to get in flowers,” Bly explained, shooing Rex away from them. “Lobelia is really the only flower that’s truly blue but I found some blue Columbine that I think she’ll like.”

Rex made a lovesick expression behind his brother’s back, making Cody snort, and Bly turned around to glare at them. Obi-Wan stifled a chuckle.

“Tell me more about your produce operation here.”

With one last glare at his brothers, Bly led Obi-Wan out of the greenhouse and down to the gardens.

It was really quite impressive, considering Bly did most of the work himself. He made a considerable amount of money selling produce during the harvest seasons, bringing the derelict garden and greenhouse that just sat on the side of the road into a successful business. Obi-Wan could hear the pride in his voice and he couldn’t help but smile when he boasted about his accomplishments.

They left Bly later in the morning, Rex hitching a ride in the back of the truck with Boga. He helped Cody make a light lunch and then they were to clean out the barn. Cody and Rex volunteered to shovel to save Obi-Wan from the smell, so he was relegated to spreading the shavings and hay once they were done. And to prevent Boga from eating the poop.

While he was waiting for them to finish clearing another stall, Obi-Wan found himself being watched as he stood at the edge of a large pen. A beautiful brown horse watched him from the opposite side of the pen, flicking her ears in the wind. Obi-Wan held out a hand, encouraging it to come closer.

“It’s alright, come here,” he murmured. He held out a handful of hay and it cautiously walked toward him. “There you go. Do you want a snack?”

It took a bite out of the hay and chewed it, keeping its eyes on him. He slowly reached out and touched the back of his hand to her cheek, running it down to her nose, letting it sniff his hand.

“You’re very pretty,” he told it. It was. A beautiful deep brown, a dark mane and tail, with a white spot in the center of its forehead. “What’s your name?”

Just then, Boga shifted beside Obi-Wan and reached between the bars of the fence to sniff at the horse, startling it, and making it run to the other side of the pen. Boga looked up at him, her ears drooping.

“I'm sorry, girl, the horse must not like dogs,” he told her. He grabbed another handful of hay and climbed over the fence, intent on making friends. He cautiously walked toward it, holding the hay out in front of him. “It’s alright; we didn’t mean to spook you.”

The horse pawed at the ground but didn’t make a move toward him. He heard someone yell at him behind him, spooking the horse even more and making it toss its head and prance around in a circle.

“Obi-Wan, get out of there!” He heard Cody yell from the edge of the pen.

Obi-Wan turned around to see him frantically waving him back. “Why?”

“That’s the wild horse!”

Oh. Obi-Wan turned back around for just a moment to see the horse paw at the ground once more and start running at him, before he was running in the opposite direction. He climbed over the fence just in time, falling into a breathless heap on the ground. The horse kicked and pranced at the edge of the fence before retreating farther away in the pen.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Obi-Wan gave Cody an impish smile, stroking Boga who was excited by all the movement. “I just wanted to make friends.”

Cody groaned and put his face in his hands while Rex laughed.

---

The next day, Cody was determined to lead the wild horse around the pen. Obi-Wan sat on the top fence rung with Boga safely watching on the other side while Cody approached the horse, a treat in one hand with the lead hidden behind his back.

She took the offered treat, letting Cody stroke her nose and grab onto the halter. He let her sniff the lead, and then clipped it onto the halter, letting it hang for a moment to let her get used to the weight. Then he wrapped it around one hand and lightly tugged on it, testing her. She didn’t move, which was good, he’d told Obi-Wan. At least she wasn’t immediately running away.

Obi-Wan watched as Cody tugged more on the lead and began walking. She took a few steps, and then slowly began following him. Obi-Wan contained his amazed laughter, not wanting to spook her, as he watched them slowly make their way around the pen. Just before they got to the halfway mark, she stopped and didn’t want to move no matter how hard Cody tugged at the lead.

And then Obi-Wan watched with wide eyes as she suddenly whipped her head back, pulling Cody face-first into the mud. Obi-Wan barked out a laugh, holding his sides as he watched her pull a yelling Cody a few feet through the mud before he let go of the lead. Cody got up, dusting the worst of the mud off him, and glared at Obi-Wan. The horse hadn’t moved and he unclipped the lead off her, petting her nose.

“Successful?” Obi-Wan teased.

Cody glared at him again as he climbed over the fence. “Yes, for your information. Very successful.”

Obi-Wan eyed his muddy state as they leaned against the fence, watching the horse prance around the pen. “Well, I’ve been successful over here. I’ve thought of her name: Dandelion, for the white spot on her head.”

“I’d call her Pain-in-the-Ass at this point,” Cody huffed.

Obi-Wan barked out another laugh as they walked back toward the house. Jango met them on the porch and told Cody to go out back and wash off so he wouldn’t track mud through the house. Obi-Wan smirked as Cody grumbled off, following Jango into the house.

He was in the middle of preparing their lunch. Obi-Wan helped him, pulling the needed ingredients out of the fridge and cabinets, pulling them safely away from grabbing fourteen-year-old hands, which huffed and sulked at the table.

“Oh, Obi-Wan, could you go ask Cody if he wants mayo on his sandwich?” Jango asked. “He’s real picky about that sometimes.”

“Of course, no problem.” Obi-Wan stepped out of the kitchen and onto the back porch, telling Boga to stay. He turned to yell at Cody but couldn’t find his voice when he saw him.

Cody was shirtless, which was understandable, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Rivulets of water ran down the defined muscles of his chest and stomach as he dumped a bucket of water over his head. Obi-Wan watched with wide eyes as he set down the bucket and wiped water away from his face, slicking back his hair and sending droplets of water everywhere. His tawny brown skin practically glowed in the sunlight reflecting off the water. His eyelashes were dewy when he looked at Obi-Wan.

“What’s up?” he asked, as if he wasn’t currently making Obi-Wan’s heart beat wildly in his chest.

“Uh, your father wanted to—uh—know if you wanted mayonnaise on your sandwich,” Obi-Wan stuttered, praying he couldn’t see the raging blush he knew was taking over his cheeks.

Cody snorted and bent to grab his shirt, pulling it over his head. Oh, dear, Obi-Wan thought. The wet material of his shirt clung to his skin, outlining his broad chest and strong biceps.

“I’ve never wanted mayo anywhere near me,” Cody said, seeming indifferent to Obi-Wan’s internal plight as he came up to the porch. “He should know that by now.”

Obi-Wan managed a weak laugh and followed him into the kitchen.

That was a scene he was never going to forget.

[catsnkooks]

Mandalorian Elegy

Commander Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

summary: Obi-Wan heads to the Mandalorian countryside to aid the Fett family farm to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the city. He expects a few months of hard, simple labor, but his plans complicate when he finds himself falling for the simple hardworking farmer instead.

rating: G

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none for right now!

a/n: i got sucked into this bc @new-anon makes too good art.....i love it

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Obi-Wan tugged his suitcase closer to his legs as he watched another car roll down the dusty road. It was only the third one he’d seen since he’d arrived and that was about, oh, thirty minutes ago. He didn’t mind the quiet; it was refreshing, actually, after so many years living in the city. Boga, his trusty service husky, sat beside him, watching the car disappear down the road. He stroked her head and she broke into a happy grin, her tail beating a rhythm into the concrete floor of the train station waiting area.

“What do you think, girl?” he asked her. “Quite different from the city, hm?”

Just then, a truck pulled to a stop in front of them, and a man jumped out of the driver’s side. He waved to Obi-Wan and he waved back.

“Are you Mr. Fett?” he asked, standing and shouldering his backpack.

The man laughed, and Obi-Wan decided right then that he quite liked it. “Please, call me Cody. Mr. Fett is my dad. Are you Mr. Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan smiled and held out his hand. “Yes, however, I must now insist you call me Obi-Wan.”

As Cody came closer, Obi-Wan studied his host. He was just slightly taller than Obi-Wan, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off deep bronze tan skin. He had on a wide-brimmed hat, shielding his brown eyes from the sun. What Obi-Wan found most peculiar, however, was the thin scar that curled around his left eye.

Cody extended his hand and grasped Obi-Wan’s in a firm, warm grip. “Nice to meet you, Obi-Wan. I'm sorry I'm late. There was a little bit of an emergency. And who is this?” He knelt down beside Boga, who sniffed his upturned hand then smashed her face against it.

“That’s Boga.” Obi-Wan grinned at Cody’s laughter as Boga jumped into his lap to lick his face.

Cody stood again after giving a few more pats to Boga and motioned to Obi-Wan’s suitcase. “Is that everything?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Just the essentials.”

While Cody loaded Obi-Wan’s suitcase into the back of the truck (with just one arm, Obi-Wan noted, impressed), Obi-Wan took a seat in the passenger side, convincing Boga to sit in the middle. Cody climbed into the driver’s seat and, giving a reassuring pat to Boga, started the engine and drove them away from the train station.

Obi-Wan listened intently as Cody described the Fett family farm. They had a mix of almost everything: beef cattle, chickens, pigs, ducks, and a few horses. His younger brother, Bly, was dipping his toes into plant farming and had a sizeable garden and a greenhouse. It all sounded so homely to Obi-Wan.

In turn, Obi-Wan told him about his life in the city. He nodded along politely as Obi-Wan described his work with his organization, how he worked most of his life helping those displaced by war or other conflicts. He laughed when Obi-Wan described Boga’s favorite activity in the park; chasing the squirrels.

Soon, they arrived at a large farmhouse; wood paneling with a wrap-around porch, large windows, and a brick chimney at the back. A younger man with short-cropped blond hair stood in front of the front door. Obi-Wan assumed it was one of Cody’s brothers, based on their similar appearances.

Cody parked the truck and killed the engine, allowing Obi-Wan and Boga to step out. Boga hopped out of the truck and eagerly sniffed along the perimeter her leash allowed her. Cody grabbed Obi-Wan’s suitcase from the bed and motioned him forward.

“This is where I grew up,” Cody said. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” Obi-Wan knew he was trying to stay humble, but he could detect a little pride in his voice. He nodded toward the other man who was coming off the porch to greet them. “That’s my little brother, Rex.”

Rex scoffed and punched Cody in the arm. “Not so little anymore.” Indeed, they were about the same height and build. If Obi-Wan didn’t know any better, he would assume they were twins. Rex held out his hand to him. “Nice to meet you. I'm surprised you didn’t run screaming as soon as you met this idiot here.”

Obi-Wan laughed at their brotherly antics. “Oh, I'm quite enjoying myself so far.”

A boy popped his head out from the house. He had the same complexion and dark hair as Cody, though his fell in gentle curls down his face. He turned to yell into the house, “Dad! The city slicker is here!”

Cody sighed next to Obi-Wan while Rex went up to the boy and put him in a headlock. “That’s Boba,” Cody explained, looking exasperated. “You’ll have to excuse him, he has chronic teenager syndrome.”

Obi-Wan smiled and nodded sympathetically, remembering how Anakin was as a teenager. “Weren’t we all like that in our teenage years?”

Cody smiled ruefully. “I think I was a little more behaved.”

“No, you were worse.”

Obi-Wan looked up as another man stepped out of the house. He assumed this was their father, Jango Fett. He was perhaps a few years older than Obi-Wan, though a life of hard work and war had weathered his features to make him look much older. Obi-Wan could tell where the Fett brothers got their resemblance. He nodded to Obi-Wan and held out his hand.

“Jango Fett,” he said, succinct.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Obi-Wan said, clasping his hand. “Pleased to meet you, sir.”

He wrinkled his nose at Obi-Wan’s epithet. “Just Jango is fine, son. Now, come on in and get comfortable.” He turned and made to go in the house, but first pointed a finger at Boba, who Rex had released from a headlock. “Be nice.” Boba just huffed and rolled his eyes.

Obi-Wan walked into the house. It was just as homely on the inside as it was on the outside. Simple wooden furniture and decorations indicative of a rural, farming lifestyle dotted around the rooms and a large staircase dominated the area, leading up to the second floor. Obi-Wan was shown to his room (right beside Cody’s so if he ever needed anything, he was handy) with Cody insisting on carrying up his luggage for him, and was told to come down to the kitchen for lunch when he was done.

Boga made herself comfortable on the bed while Obi-Wan unpacked their things. He put his clothes in the drawer and set his few knickknacks on it, arranging them to his liking. He pulled out his phone and plugged it into the outlet beside his nightstand, sighing at the lack of service. He would have to ask Cody later for the Wi-Fi password, but for right now, it was…freeing to be away from the hustle and bustle of the wider world. He set out Boga’s bed beside his own (though it would be fruitless because she always found herself on Obi-Wan’s bed eventually) and put on her harness, deciding to leave her leash unclipped and sitting on the dresser. She followed behind him as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Obi-Wan knew Mandalorian food smelled wonderful, based on his experience in Little Keldabe in Coruscant, but it was nothing compared to the smell of home-cooked food. His mouth watered and his eyes stung just a little from the scent of heavy spices in the room. Even Boga whined at the delicious smell coming from the stove.

“We thought we would start off easy with you,” Cody said, offering a plate to Obi-Wan as he sat down at the table. “Didn’t want to kill you on the first day.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I appreciate it.” He took a bite out of the dish and groaned. It had been too long since he’d had anything this good. The spice wasn’t overwhelming, probably very tame to Mandalorian standards, but it still warmed his face. He noticed Boba looking disappointed over his own plate, and laughed. “Oh, don’t worry; you’ll get me one of these days.”

Conversations flowed easily as they ate. Jango talked about the day-to-day duties around the farm while Cody explained the logistics. Obi-Wan told them about his organization, what they did, and how they could help while he was stationed here. Boba left halfway, complaining about boring adult talk, and said he was going to go find Din. When they finished, he helped Cody wash the dishes, listening closely as Cody told him about his newest project.

“I found her while I was looking for a lost calf,” he said. “She’s beautiful. Gorgeous color, nice build, and her mane is so soft. I don’t know if she belonged to anyone before, but she’s pretty wild. It was a miracle I could get her into the lot.” He motioned out the window with a soapy brush. “I want to get her saddle broke before the fair. She’s already taking the halter well and if she’s feeling good, I can lead her around. But she’s kicked me more than once if I try anything else.” He sighed and rinsed off a cup, looking forlorn.

Obi-Wan nodded. “I suppose things like this take time. But, if you're half as stubborn as she is, I think you’ll get it.”

Cody turned to Obi-Wan, surprised shortly before he gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan fought down the blush that he knew was invading his cheeks. He could not think about how adorable his host looked after Obi-Wan had complimented him. “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “Have you named her?”

Cody sighed again and shook his head. “No. Rex keeps telling me not to in case I can’t tame her. If you have any suggestions, I’ll take them.”

Obi-Wan hummed. “I'm sure I could come up with something.”

Suddenly, there was a crash from the other side of the kitchen. Both men whirled around and found Boga shamelessly cleaning off the leftovers. Obi-Wan shouted at her and pulled her out of the kitchen and outside while Cody laughed, clutching his stomach with a wet rag. Obi-Wan apologized but Cody waved him off.

“At least let me make it up to you?” he asked. “I may not have cooked many Mandalorian dishes, but I can follow a recipe well and I’ve been told I'm a good cook.”

Cody tilted his head, considering his offer, and then nodded. “Alright. But next time we put the leftovers up first.”

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Later that night as Obi-Wan laid in his bed, listening to the crickets and frogs chirp outside of his window, he considered the events of the day. It was definitely…different from what he expected. Sure, he had done his research before he had even considered coming, but nothing could compare to actually experiencing it in Obi-Wan’s book. Part of him considered he’d spent too much time around Satine and her cohort.

He wrinkled his nose at that, turning around in bed and wrapping an arm around Boga, ever faithfully by his side. He had called her once Cody gave him the Wi-Fi password, as he knew she worried about him. He’d told her about the train ride down and his initial glimpse of the farm, how her description of her homeland hadn’t really prepared him for what to expect. She’d laughed and only then confessed that she actually hadn’t spent that much time in the Mandalorian countryside.

“But Satine,” he’d said, frowning “in your book you said—.”

She’d waved him off. “You know everyone embellishes a little in their autobiographies.”

Yes, he supposed he’d spent far too much time in the city. It would do well for him to be out here, in the fresh air and the vast fields.

And with farmers with strong, tan arms and brilliant smiles and dark hair that curled softly at the edges and eyes so deep, you could get lost in them.