#codywan angst

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Searching

I was terrified to post this because I thought that it could somehow get better sitting in my photos, but looking back, I actually really like how this turned out!!!

[leapingbadger]

Nightfall on Utapau

Summary: Commander Cody is searching for Obi Wan Kenobi's body when he receives a strange message from the man himself. Despite being under the influence of the inhibitor chip, He is unable to get the Jedi's words out of his mind.

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Cody sighed under the bright lights beaming down into the cavernous hole. The surface rippled below as divers waded through the water. They had been at it so long that the dry heat of the day had long since faded. In its absence a chill had taken hold, and he tried best not to shiver under the gleaming stars.

Noise enveloped the area as troopers bustled about, but Cody only had eyes for this particular spot and planned to stay rooted until they found the body.

“Sergeant, any news?” he barked into his comm.

“No sign yet, Sir. Do we need to report…”

“Just keep looking. He has to be there somewhere. It was a direct hit.” Cody growled in frustration.

“Yes, Sir.” The voice said on the other end of the comm.

Cody sighed again and removed his helmet, wiping his face.

A trilling noise sounded in one of his pouches and he pulled out the holocomm. Perhaps it was another message from Lord Sidious. Perhaps he wanted to check on his progress.

Cody stepped away from the other troopers, finding a narrow gap in the rock that would give him some cover and privacy. If he was in for disciplinary action, he didn’t need the rest of the battalion to hear it.

He pressed the button, and a figure sprang to life, but it wasn’t the Chancellor.

Obi Wan Kenobi’s form hovered in front of Cody and his eyes flashed. He started to turn back to his men when he realized that this wasn’t a live feed, but a recording.

The Jedi was in his robes, hood over his head.

“My dearest friend,” the Jedi said, pausing a moment and looking down at his hands. “It is with great sorrow that I send you this message, not because of your actions against me but because I know that you would never commit such an act and therefore, are compromised in some way.”

Cody balked and shut off the recording. He scowled as he watched his men moving around unbothered and again went to leave his hiding spot when he turned on the recording again.

“My dearest friend,” the Jedi started again, and Cody was struck by the sound of his voice. He had always found Kenobi’s voice soothing, calming and warm. He still did; despite knowing he was a traitor, and that he had to die.

“…As such, I fear we may never see each other again. Not with the same eyes. I will mourn that loss perhaps more than the others I have suffered of late. It is foolhardy for me to send this. And in your current state it is possible that you will not listen to it anyway. But selfishly, this comm is as much for me as it is for you.”

Cody’s eyebrows knitted together. He should report this. But he remained still.

“You see, my dear Commander, I have loved you since the moment we first met, all those years ago on the bridge of a shiny new venator. I fell deeper with every grazed hand, smirk, stern look and insufferable sigh. Every time you charged into battle in my defense, carried my injured body to the medbay, or returned my lightsaber with an eyeroll. I found myself dropping it on purpose, just for the chance our fingers would touch once more.

I tell you all this with no hope of reciprocity and no faith that we shall meet again. Obi Wan Kenobi will soon die, and another born in his place. But before that happens, before this light goes out, I wanted you to know that it shone for you.”

Cody huffed and shuffled his feet but was unable to look away. The Jedi had lowered his head, his stunning blue eyes seemingly glowing through the light of the holo.

“And one day, if the fog clears and you see with your own eyes once more, I invite you to find me, my love.”

Cody stood horror struck as the holo fizzled out in the palm of his hand.

“Maybe we can trace it” was the Commander’s first thought. But as he started to move towards the command center, he felt a heavy lump in his throat and a single tear track down his cheek.

He had no idea why he was crying. He wasn’t sure he’d ever cried in his life. Not even after losing brother after brother on the battlefield. He brushed the tear away angrily and threw the comm to the ground.

He could just stamp it out like it never happened. No one would ever know. But he would. He sighed and stooped down to pick it up, dusting it off and accidentally turning it on again.

“My dearest friend,” the Jedi said once more. Cody turned it off and shoved it in the pouch on his belt. He would figure out what to do with it later.

***

Cody woke with a start and raised his blaster. He blinked, realizing there was nothing there and collapsed back into his bunk. The snores from his brothers emanated around him.

“My dearest friend.” A warm voice said in his head.

Cody huffed and got up. Kriffin Jedi. He tried to think back to his time with Kenobi. Their mission, their downtime, their talks, but he couldn’t recall anything clearly. It was as though his memory was blurry, everything tinged with a crimson veil that refused to lift.

He grabbed his blaster and helmet and left the tent. Perhaps the cool air would help clear his mind and he could eventually get some sleep.

His feet took him to the water filled chasm. The lights remained on, and patrols lingered, just in case the Jedi managed to pull himself out of the depths.

Only Cody was aware that he already had.

He still hadn’t reported the message. His hand went to the holocomm stowed in the pouch on his belt. His fingers itched to open it, to watch it again. What was he looking for? Why did he care? Did he want to study it in a vain attempt to pinpoint the Jedi’s location? To find some clue to his whereabouts? Or was it something…else.

Cody nodded to the roving patrols and kept walking, past the command center to the thin slice between rocks he had stowed away before. He sat down on the cool ground reached in his pouch and pulled out the disk.

Something so unremarkable. Something he had used more times that he could count over the years had suddenly taken on a new light.

He took off his helmet, placing it on the ground next to him and switched it on. There was something so personal about Kenobi’s words, about his goodbye, that looking upon him with anything other than his own eyes seemed wrong.

“My dearest friend…” The Jedi was, of course, unchanged in the hours since Cody had last watched the transmission, still in the Jedi robes, the cloak over his head. Cody noticed his sad blue eyes., rimmed with tears and without knowing why, his chest tightened.

Cody had felt numb all afternoon. Stoic and steadfast, he wanted nothing more than to bring this man to justice, this traitor. But as he sat on the floor in his hideaway, he wondered why this Jedi had risked so much, just to speak to him, to tell him goodbye.

He wasn’t sure what love felt like, wasn’t sure he had ever felt it. But then, he couldn’t comprehend any emotion at the moment except perhaps rage. He knew he couldn’t have always been this way. He must have felt something at some point. He should have felt something for his brothers, his family at the very least, but when he wracked his brain, he was just…empty.

He examined every bit of Kenobi’s body language. The way his hands started clutched together and came apart as he explained his feelings. He touched the spot where his heart was before his hands reached outward as though trying to touch his Commander.

The recording ran out and Kenobi disappeared once more. Once more, a single tear fell on Cody’s cheek. This time he let it, tasting the salt on his tongue as he licked it off his lip. The blue light Kenobi had cast in the space disappeared and Cody was in the dark once more. He sighed and pressed the button again.

“My dearest friend…”

In the deepest recesses of Cody’s mind, in the parts he couldn’t reach, a lone thought peaked on the edge of his consciousness.

“You loved him too.” It whispered quietly, knowing it would go unheard. For now.

[tereox]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, どうぶつの森 | Animal Crossing Series, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: POV CC-2224 | Cody, Horror, Psychological Horror, Pre-Relationship, Pre-CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Video Game AU, Video Game Mechanics, Alternate Universe - Video Game World, they broke the game good for them, or not?, Hehehe, Temporary Character Death, technically, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Glitches Series: Part 2 of CodyWan Week 2024

Summary:

Cody finds himself on the way to his very own deserted island. A way to relax and get away from the troubles of modern life.

If there hadn't been a.. mistake. A seemingly insignificant detail. He isn't the only one on his deserted island. And things aren't working as they should.

Nothing is working as it should.

@codywanweek

[literallyjustanerd]

Are you as inconsolable as I am about never getting to see what happened to Cody after he went AWOL?

GOOD, YOU SHOULD BE. And also, here's a fic about what I'm choosing to believe happened next.

Relationships: Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody & Captain Rex

Summary: Marshal Commander Cody has gone AWOL. Alone and on the run, he has nothing to guide him but the memories he struggles to confront, and the family he hopes he can reclaim. But that is not the only path calling to Cody. Obi-Wan is dead, at least officially, and yet, he cannot help but to hope. Already living on borrowed time, taking both paths may not be an option.

Read chapter one here or follow it on AO3 - any and all feedback is greatly appreciated!

***

            Marshal Commander Cody of the esteemed 212th battalion of the GAR has pawned his armour for a few credits. Laid out the pieces before a seedy-looking merchant in the dim lower levels. Even haggled over the price like a common scrapper. Worst of all, he cannot even muster the dignity to feel ashamed for it.  Scarcely has half a rotation passed since he threw all his honour to the wind and went AWOL. But already he is learning that if he is to survive, there is little room for anything more in his mind than pragmatism and a healthy paranoia. Not that guilt and doubt don’t still try to muscle in on the edges. Once again, he is affronted with the conjured image of his holofile, the bold red stamps that would by now be plastered across every data signature: AWOL. Deserter. Enemy of The Empire.

            It isn’t as if he had woken up that day with the express intent of abandoning his post. Though admittedly it had been a long time since he’d woken up feeling anything like a loyal soldier. His final weeks as Marshal Commander he had felt more like a pawn in a particularly brutal game of dejarik than a respected military veteran. He could feel it in all his brothers. The lurking unease, like the prickling at the back of your neck when you sense a sniper’s barrel trained on your back. And yet, on top of it, a thick blanket of haze that made those feelings impossible to face, turned your thoughts away from them the moment you tried to approach. He would march through his day, carrying out the orders that were given, thankful for the brief glimpses of peace that obedience would afford. It became almost meditative at times. Though he knew it should alarm him to feel his sense of self shrink in favour of acting without thought or question, he couldn’t seem to rein himself in. But at night, in the quiet of the barracks, his mind would wander, seek out those places that made his skin crawl and set his teeth grinding. The inexorable human impulse to poke at an open wound, just to feel the pain thrill through your veins. To be brazen and treacherous enough to wonder silently in your own mind if The Empire is really acting in your best interest. That wound is one of the deepest, has never been allowed to heal over before Cody prods at it again. But there are plenty of other scabs to pick.

            The reports all say that he is dead. He. The general. His general. Cody has had to fight especially hard against the pains in his head to even think those words. His name is still out of reach. He knows it, knows it as well as he knows himself. It may as well be etched into his armour with every other dent and blaster strike, carved like his scars into his very skin, and yet not since the moment that Order 66 had taken effect has he been able to say it. Not to anyone, not even to himself. The night before he left for that last mission to Desix, he had lain with lips parted until he had lost track of the seconds on the chrono, trying to force his mouth around the words. No sound came, and yet his lungs had emptied as though he had cried it out loud. Even when he read the reports –which he did repeatedly, a solemn ritual under the cover of night– his eyes would slide off the name like oil. Nonetheless, he knew the facts. Or what The Empire had decided would be the facts. His general, his traitorous, treasonous Jedi general, was dead. Though no body had been recovered. And reports were inconsistent about who had witnessed the supposedly fatal fall. Cody had seen all the Jedi perform far more death-defying feats than surviving the battle on Utapau. Force, his general had even been declared dead once before and returned days later with barely a scratch. His stride unbroken and the same serene smile on his face that left Cody with a new knife in his chest every time he pictured it.

            Desix had been the final straw. The last fistful of dirt on the grave of his faith. Faith in peace, faith in The Empire, faith in anything he or his vode had done in the years since their creation. Ames had not been the least bit surprised when the order of her execution was given. She had expected it from the start.

Peace was never an option.

And yet, she had softened at Cody’s words, let Cody wax about war and survival and deliberation (where had he learned to negotiate like that?) and respected him enough not to shoot him when he laid down his blaster. She wholly expected The Empire to kill her without thought or mercy, and yet, the hope of a ceasefire, of safety for her people, had been enough of a lure to let her release Grotten. A hope Cody had given her, and a hope that earned her nothing more than a blaster bolt to the chest. Perhaps he was punishing himself for his foolishness on the transporter back to Coruscant. Or maybe he had finally been given the push he needed to muscle through the pain and face what he had known from the beginning. Huddled in the corner, aching joints lowered to the floor, he had trained his breaths deep and slow, and plunged headfirst into the roiling sea of his memory, fighting the swell to get down deep. At first he was fumbling in the dark, grasping for something, anything solid, and the screeching dissonance in his head almost made him abandon the task altogether. But then, a glint in the distance. Something to latch onto, anchored far enough below the surface that the waves no longer hit quite so hard.

***

            “How you do it, I do not know.”

Outside. Orange sky. Gentle breeze, slight chill. Quiet.

“I only do what needs done, sir. You’re the one the men look to for assurance.”

The laugh that follows is not right. Meek and cynical where it should be soft and melodic. Cody aches.

“Assurance, I’m afraid, that is more often an act than it is genuine, my dear.”

“Sir?” A hand atop his, a warm weight. Is it really there? Or had Cody merely wished so hard for it that his fantasies have leeched into memory?

“The war is nearing its end. I know everyone here can sense that.” A shaky intake of breath, a furtive glance stolen to the side. “I have felt something in The Force. I cannot be sure what it means, I only… I fear the end of the war may not bring the peace we hope for.”

Cody opens his mouth to speak. No words come. This is not right.  A shuffle beside him. A face no longer in profile. It is hard to look him in the eyes – like staring too long into hyperspace.

“All of this to say, when I find myself at ends like this, it’s you I look to. Whenever I’m in need of something safe, something steadfast. You’re… a rock in the storm. For me, for all the men. They need you.” A pause. In reality perhaps only a moment. In memory it is a lifetime.

“As I need you, Cody.”

Lilac sky. Quiet. The air is still. And as clear as crystal, it is there. The name laid out in memory, falling from lips that now refuse to find it.

“And you’ll have me, Obi-Wan. Always.”

***

            He had woken the next morning after scarcely little sleep, the sun still buried far beneath the horizon. Silently, methodically, he had risen, gathered his things, and walked for the last time from his barracks. He had not paused before his feet crossed the threshold. He had not looked over his shoulder at the towering buildings with their painted-over insignias and walled-up memories. His feet took him through the streets, moving like a ghost to the nearest bank of elevators, and he had watched level 5127 slide up and out of view. For the first few hours he had managed to convince himself that he might have intended on returning. Even as all of his meagre belongings clattered in his pack with every step. Listless, he’d spent some time first wandering the streets and alleys, aimlessly turning corners and weaving further into the shadowy arms of Coruscant’s underbelly. Then, as lights flickered on in what passed for dawn on the lower levels, he slipped through the doors of a tiny speakeasy, the kind he used to reprimand his men for visiting during shore leave. A booth at the back was dark and secluded enough to take the edge off his fear at least momentarily. He spent seventeen of his forty-two credits on spotchka before he allowed himself to regret it. Twenty-four before he was allowed to realise that they would soon send troops after him. And a full thirty before he could finally approach the truth: he was never going back, and this departure was long overdue. CC-2224 was a wanted man.

            All of which left him with one final, looming question. He knew of clone deserters. Many. Some of his closest vode had come up on the daily reports as having slipped away in the night or disappeared during routine operations. Where they went next, how they paid their way, who they became… Cody had no hope of knowing. He was a soldier to the core of his being: his mind didn’t flex the way some of his brothers’ did. He knew little of the streets, the real world outside his insular military mindset. He knew how to plan an operation to take down a smuggler ship, not how to talk his way onto one. But unless he could get off Coruscant, he was a dead man walking. An example to be made to the other remaining clones, like the few captured deserters he’d seen before. The ones he’d forced himself not to look away from. The storm in his mind still rages, the water rising, and his chest tightens against the fear of drowning. From the depths another name rises, another he has fought to keep in his mind.

Rex is out there, somewhere. Reports had come in of his activity. They did not name him, and yet Cody knew immediately beyond any shadow of doubt. He could recognise Rex’s strategies from a mile away – fiercely clever and confoundingly crazy in equal measure. The Empire kept it quiet, not wanting to let slip that his numbers were increasing and their activities growing bolder. Weapons shipments disappearing. Counterfeit chain codes distributed to fugitives. An entire Imperial Freighter hijacked, once. Though he knew he was supposed to feel only contempt for such treasonous actions, Cody hadn’t been able to conjure anything but pride in his vod’ika, even before deserting. Now that he is allowed to think like a traitor, Cody allows himself a smile, his first in weeks, at the thought of seeing his brother again. Knowing Rex, though, finding him would be no easy feat. He was more cunning than Cody in espionage, always had been. His comms were airtight, his trails nonexistent. Making contact would be tantamount to impossible. Although not quite as impossible as the other thought tugging at Cody’s mind, the other path he felt himself being swayed towards. Regardless, both were pipe dreams until he got some credits together and left this planet far behind.

            So it is here that Cody finds himself. It isn’t even an argument in the end. He had expected some trepidation as he tried out the thought of selling his armour. But propriety and nostalgia are weak arguments against self-preservation. It only made sense. He is instantly recognisable in his armour. It weighs him down, and it’s worth the most by far of anything he had to sell.

A worn-out chime rasps through the pawn shop to signal his entry, and he somewhat awkwardly weaves his way to the counter at the back. His movements are still impeded, despite stripping his upper armour off to leave only his blacks. A surly twi’lek greets him with little more than a bare lift of an eyebrow. Could be that he isn’t the first clone deserter to find their way to her. Could be her profession demands she keep an unwavering demeanour. Or, it could be the death stick dangling at the corner of her mouth. It certainly explains the haze and smell permeating the cramped space.

“Selling or buying?”

Cody hefts the pack containing his helmet and upper armour to the bench.

“How much for the whole set?”

After a clumsy attempt at haggling, he relents on a price that seems at least halfway fair. Even throws in one of his larger blasters to sweeten the pot, only keeping the smaller, more easily-concealed pistols to himself. The twi’lek catches him off guard when she asks him for his name. She must sense his panic, the slightest twitch pulling at her mouth.

“Don’t worry. Doesn’t get shared with the seccers,” she said. “Don’t even have to be your real name. Just something you can give if you come back.” Cody can’t picture that ever happening. And yet, after a beat of silence, he speaks.

“Dar’ruus.” Nodding sluggishly, the twi’lek scrawls the name down on a stained sheet of flimsi. He spends the first part of his pay picking up a shirt, a pair of worn pants, and a jacket. Second-hand but sturdy, some type of synthetic animal hide. Dark colours, easy to blend in. He fastens the jacket up to the neck and pulls on the hood, but still, he feels bare. Raw and exposed, like a tauntaun with newly shed skin. The twi’lek regards him with the same steady disinterest as when he’d first entered, barely moving as he approaches the counter to pay for the clothes and a few basic supplies. His armour still sits next to the till, not yet put away. Gingerly, he runs his blaster-calloused fingers over the helmet’s top fin one last time, as if in apology, though he is unsure to what or to whom he is apologising most. When his fingers reach the end, tumbling from the once-golden crest, he takes a long, deliberate breath. He sets his jaw, straightens his back to raise his chin above the fog of guilt constricting his lungs, and does what he always has done: put one foot in front of the other, and trust that the plan, whatever it may be, will catch up with him.

[nothing-but-flowers88]

Cody trying to keep his crush on Obi Wan a secret until he finally breaks around Rex

Cody: what am I supposed to do?? He’s my general! My superior! But he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, how are they blue in the moonlight and green in the sunlight?? Why is he so gorgeous? I accidentally touched his hair once, it was so soft, and he always smells like strawberries. He single-handedly defeated a platoon of battle droids and his hair was still perfect and he still smelt like sweet strawberries

[des8pudels8kern]

Cody: Are my feelings for General Kenobi real or just a side-effect of having been made for the Jedi? Best to assume it's the latter and not do anything about it.

Cody, two minutes after meeting Anakin: Kriff, I'm definitely in love with my General.

[herenya-writes]

After Kadavo

Cody broke his knuckles on the head of a training dummy the same night Wolffe brought Obi-Wan--General Kenobi--back to the Venator. The dummy was spattered rust-red with his blood long before that point, but it took the sharp crack of his own bones snapping to jar him back to his body.

He snarled out a curse and spun a kick at the dummy's head. The heel of his boot connected with a grinding crunch, and the head went flying across the training salle. It impacted against the door then fell, useless, to the floor.

For a long moment, the only sounds were his panting breaths and the steady drip of his blood and sweat onto the mat. He tasted salt on his lips, and a distant part of him was grateful he had chosen one of the internal training rooms where there was no chance he'd catch a glimpse of his reflection in the window.

When the ship comm chimed 0200, he forced himself into the 'fresher. He kept the lights off as he washed away the blood and assessed the damage. He was lucky he had broken his non-dominant hand, but that didn't feel like much of a comfort in the cold darkness. A one-handed Commander was no good to his General.

His chest shuddered with a choked sob, and his head slumped against the mirror like a puppet with its strings cut. He was made for his General. The Kaminoans might have said his purpose was to fight for the GAR and the Republic, but it was the Jedi he had been built for. One Jedi in particular. Cody didn't know shit about the universe, but he knew that his place in it was at Obi-Wan Kenobi's side, protecting him. But when his Jedi was trapped on Kadavo, where had he been? Sitting on his thumbs, babysitting a planet systems away! He had been bored, and Obi-Wan--

He forced a breath in through his nose and held it until his lungs burned with the same fire as his knuckles. Then, he peeled his forehead off the mirror, scrubbed his less-injured hand across his eyes, and spun on his heel.

The war didn't stop. Not for Obi-Wan and certainly not for one clone's mental breakdown.

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Fan Events and Prompts, CodyWan Week 2024, codywanweek2024, Planet Tatooine (Star Wars), opposite sides, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Apologies Series: Part 4 of CodyWan Week 2024, Part 11 of CodyWan Summary:

CodyWan Week - Day 5 (Cody/Obi-Wan)

Day 5 prompts: Original Kenobi Series Script / Hurt/Comfort / Only one bed

Summary: It has been some time since the two saw each other last. From a flip of a switch, they were enemies, Cody trying to kill his General, his friend, his… well, that was all in the past now. Or was it?

Part of CodyWan Week 2024 / Cody/Wan series

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[leapingbadger]

The Kiss (An CodyWan Story)

Summary: Obi Wan's recklessness on the battlefield draws the ire of his Commander, with an unlikely outcome.

An explosion rang out above them, sending fire and shrapnel cascading down onto Cody and his fellow troops.

“Get down, Sir” he said, diving on top of Obi Wan as a large corner of the shell threatened to fall of the Jedi, his attention focused on the battle in front.

Obi Wan raised his hand lazily and redirected the shrapnel with ease, a smile on his face.

“Thank you, Commander. He said with a chuckle, “they’re giving us a run for our credits today, aren’t they?”

Cody huffed, feeling slightly embarrassed as he climbed off the general, offering his hand to pull him up.

“Thank you,” Obi Wan said, politely as he dusted himself off and watched as another shell burst apart overheard. They ducked behind a large bolder as the clanking sound of the AT-TEs behind continued as they marched forward. There was a sheer drop to the left, a chasm that the legs of the tanks were too close for Cody’s comfort.

The practice of keeping this Jedi safe was exhausting. Not because he couldn’t take care of himself, he was a Jedi, his mystical superpowers were enough to take on the droid army on his own. It was his inability to focus on his own safety. Everyone else always came first, fellow Jedi, the clones, Cody.

Obi Wan had long since stopped wearing the armor he was given at the beginning of the war. Cody had insisted initially, his men felt uncomfortable at seeing their general charging into battle with jedi robes and a single, glowing lightsaber. But after a while the pieces had seemed to disappear, first the pauldrons, then the plates around his upper arms, the covers on his lower legs, and finally the plate around his neck and chest. Cody wasn’t convinced he didn’t have them shoved at the bottom of his closet in the temple somewhere.  

Today, the only protection Obi Wan had was the gauntlets around his forearms, and Cody, when he decided to throw caution to the wind and shield him with his body.

Blaster fire ricochetting off the blue glowing lightsaber with a hiss and brought Cody back to reality with a crash. They were losing. A wave of battle droids and super battle droids approached, so large he couldn’t see the end of it. Tanks flanked the droids on either side, sending large armaments colliding with their AT-TEs.

“I hate to say it, Sir, but I think we may need to withdraw.” Cody said in a low voice. He looked behind him. His men, streaked in yellow and white were splayed out on the ground. The ones that were on their feet were dragging their brothers to safety. Cody sighed and lowered his head in sorrow at the ones who showed no moment and never would again.

“Oh, I don’t think they’ve bested us yet, Commander.” Obi Wan said, turning his head back to take the scene Cody was looking at. He sighed, his blue eyes large and suddenly sad. He didn’t like losing any men. “Hmm. I see. Pull your men back to the ridge, Commander. I will join you shortly.”

“Sir?” Cody said, peaking over the rock they hid behind at the colossal number of tanks and droids in front of them.

“Trust me. I’ll be right behind you.” He said with a wink, his lips in a firm line.

Cody felt his stomach flip. ‘Stop it’ he thought to himself, as he gave the general a nod. He was often glad his face was covered in a helmet most of the time. Obi Wan had a way of making Cody feel exposed, vulnerable. The general had a habit of flirting with everyone, no matter who they were, including a Sith assassin and the occasional diplomat. It was just the way he was. But sometimes Cody struggled to decipher Obi Wan’s behavior, and it was infuriating.

“Fall back,” Cody called to his men with a wave of his arm. He stooped to pick up his brother who was crawling, blood seeping from his right leg.

Cody looked back for Obi Wan and froze in horror as the General strode out from behind the bounder, lightsaber raised aloft, his left hand outstretched as he pushed a wave of battle droids off the edge of the cliff with ease. Their squeaky voices squealing all the way down.

Cody passed his injured brother off to another clone and ordered them to turn around before sprinting for Obi Wan, who was now cutting his way through the super battle droids with ease. He jumped out of the way of a blaster bolt before severing the droid at the neck and moving on to the next, his blue blade a blur with the ferocity of the fight.

Cody reached the line of droid carcasses as he tried to pick his way through to Obi Wan who was finishing the last super battle droid.

The two tanks on the side of the battlefield trained their canons on the Jedi. Dirt flew up in a cloud, obscuring Obi Wan from view as the shells hit the ground.

Cody’s chest was tight as he pushed himself, His blaster trained on any remining droids that were twitching and moving in the dirt. Sweat prickled on his forehead, threatening to drip in his eyes, he shook his head to dislodge it, feeling the drops hit his cheeks.

A squealing noise rang out behind him. He chanced a look back, seeing one of the AT-TEs sending a shell directly at the separatist tank. It exploded, the light illuminating the silhouette of Obi Wan, lightsaber held out to the side, as he tackled the final tank. Another shell exploded over it. The tanks hover feature failing. It was almost on top of Obi Wan now and Cody heard himself cry out over the din.

The tank shuddered a few more feet before sinking to the ground with a crash. He doubled over, his eyes searching for the General amongst the twisted wreckage. Cody couldn’t see through the pile of droids littering the ground. He was on his knees, trying to look under the tank for the Jedi. His Jedi.

The lid of the tank opened with a shriek of metal on metal as Obi Wan appeared, the dusty horizon illuminating him from behind, the sizzle of his lightsaber dulled by the sounds of destruction around him. He climbed out, brushing his hair out of his eyes with a smile.

Cody crossed to him quickly, his heart hammering so hard in his ears he could barely hear the general as he spoke.

“See, Commander. I told you they hadn’t bested us.” he said with a chuckle as he jumped down with a flip, landing gracefully on the ground and clipping his lightsaber to his belt.

A blaster bolt rang out, narrowing missing Obi Wan’s shoulder. Cody took one shot, dropping the final droid who was pinned beneath the tank.

Obi Wan looked mildly amused, “Thank you, Cody.” He said, brushing dust off of his robes.

Cody felt his blood boiling inside him. He gave Obi Wan a curt nod and moved back towards him men. He should have been pleased that they won, that the battle was over and more of his men were spared by Obi Wan’s actions, but all he could feel was rage.

Did Obi Wan really think he was so unimportant that his death would have been worth it? It wouldn’t have been to Cody. That’s what he was there for, to lay down his life for the General and his men, not the other way around.

The trip back to the makeshift base was uneventful. Obi Wan chatting happily with the men, making jokes, holding the hands of the injured and generally keeping everyone’s spirits up.

“It’s nice to see you back in one piece,” Master Windu said with a nod once they arrived back at camp.

“It wasn’t for want of trying,” Obi Wan said with a sly smile.

“So, I hear,” Windu said, his voice taciturn.

“If that will be all Sir, I’d like to go check on my men.” Cody said suddenly, desperate to get out of the stifling tent and into some fresh air.

“Of course, Commander,” Windu said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

Cody took his helmet off as he left, walking through the sea of barracks, forming little alleyways on the dusty, dry ground. A LAAT zooming overhead wasn’t enough to dull the sound of footsteps falling behind him. He resolutely kept walking.

“Commander?” Obi Wan’s voice called.

Cody hesitated but continued moving, weaving through the spaces between the barracks. He knew he needed to respond to his commanding officer but right now all he wanted to do was throttle him.

“Yes, Sir.” Cody said formerly, continuing to walk but letting Obi Wan catch up.  

“Is everything okay, Commander?” Obi Wan asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Yes, sir.” Cody repeated, his voice tight in his throat as he continued to walk.

Obi Wan came to stand directly in front of him to stop him, extending his hand out to grasp his shoulder. Cody looked down at the hand, the skin beneath his armor tingling despite the lack of direct contact. He stepped back and away from Obi Wan, his back to the barracks, to try and gain some control. The alleyway was narrow and Obi Wan was closer to him than he was comfortable with.

“Cody, is there something wrong?”

“No, Sir.” he lied.

Obi Wan cocked his head to the side, the lack of advancement in the conversation clearing starting the grate.

“You have permission to speak freely, Cody. Please. What is it?”

Cody huffed and adjusted his helmet under his other arm, avoiding Obi Wan’s gaze.

“If you pull a stunt like that again, Sir. I’ll shoot you myself,” he growled.

Obi Wan looked taken aback at the Commander’s statement and firm delivery, before a smile crept over his lips.

“Are you angry with me, Commander?” Obi Wan said, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.

“My job is to protect you, Sir. I cannot do that if you don’t include me in the plan and willingly throw yourself into danger.”

“This is war, Cody, there will always be danger.” Obi Wan said airily.

“There is a difference in reacting to it and courting it, Sir.”

Obi Wan shuffled his feet, his left hand to his right elbow, his right hand absentmindedly twisting the hair of his beard.

“I suppose you’re right. But what would have had me do? Your men were dying, I needed to protect them… I needed to protect you. That is my job.” Obi Wan said, his voice serious, no hint of a smile on his lips this time.

Those lips.

Cody tried to pull his gaze away, looking instead into Obi Wan’s blue, speckled eyes. That was a mistake too. Even in low light they seemed to sparkle, the lines around the corners usually crinkled with amusement were somehow downturned.

“I am a clone, Sir. Your life is worth ten of mine. If there is a risk, I should be the one taking it. You know that.”

Obi Wan shook his head, “Your life is of equal or greater worth than mine, Cody. I would trade my life for yours every time.”

Cody felt like he had been punched in the heart. He didn’t know what possessed him to do it but before his brain could catch up with his body, his fist had wrapped around the front of Obi Wan’s robes and pulled his lips to his. Every ounce of Cody’s frustration went into the kiss. They stood frozen there, the war dropping away, the barracks, the droids, all gone.

Almost immediately Cody let go, his eyes wide, his cheeks burning. What had he done? His lips tingled; his heart was beating so loudly in his chest he would have been amazed if the Jedi didn’t hear it.

“I’m…I’m sorry, General,” he said before turning away, his hand over his mouth, desperately wanting to run but not daring to.

Something caught his shoulder, and he turned back. Obi Wan’s hand moved to the back of his neck as he pulled him back into a kiss, the Jedi’s arms wrapping around him so he wouldn’t’ be able to escape this time. The general’s beard tickled the commanders chin pleasantly.

Cody didn’t know how long they stood there in the quiet alley, a minute? an hour? a day? Eventually though, they broke apart, their chests heaving, gasping for breath.

Obi Wan kept his hand on Cody’s neck and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

“Well, I can say with absolute certainty, I wasn’t expecting that.” The Jedi said. “Perhaps you should be angry at me more often, Commander.”

Cody laughed despite himself and gently kissed the side of his general’s head, “whatever you say, General,” he said with a smile.

Obi Wan slowly stepped back from him, just in time for Cody to see a battalion walk across the entrance to the alleyway. Obi Wan was stroking his beard again, his eyes on the ground, deep in thought.

“What now?” Cody asked, picking up his helmet that had fallen to the floor at some point, not that he could remember it happening.

“I think we have a lot to discuss,” Obi Wan said formerly, and Cody felt his heart sink. “Perhaps you would join me later, my dear Commander.”

Cody smirked, “Of course, Sir.”

Obi Wan’s eyes twinkled as he nodded, a smile hidden behind his hand.

“Carry on, Cody,” he said as he turned to walk back the way he came.

“Try to stay out of trouble, Obi Wan,” he called after him.

Obi Wan paused and turned around, a grin spreading over his lips, “For you Commander, I will do my best.”

Cody put on his helmet immediately to hide his blushes and turned in the opposite direction. He bit his lip, unable to rid himself of the tingle he had felt during the kiss or the faint, tickling feeling from his Jedi’s beard.

Obi Wan was right, he defiantly wasn’t expecting that.

[tereox]

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, どうぶつの森 | Animal Crossing Series, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: POV CC-2224 | Cody, Horror, Psychological Horror, Pre-Relationship, Pre-CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Video Game AU, Video Game Mechanics, Alternate Universe - Video Game World, they broke the game good for them, or not?, Hehehe, Temporary Character Death, technically, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Glitches, horror/comfort, There Was Only One Bed Series: Part 2 of CodyWan Week 2024 Summary:

Cody finds himself on the way to his very own deserted island. A way to relax and get away from the troubles of modern life.

If there hadn't been a.. mistake. A seemingly insignificant detail. He isn't the only one on his deserted island. And things aren't working as they should.

Nothing is working as it should.

~~~

Chapter 4 is up! :D

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

can i interest anyone in some codywan kissing on this fine thursday evening?

“Please, darling.” Obi-Wan looked at him with a gaze that could have melted butter. Fortunately, Cody was made of stronger stuff that than. “I promise not to lose it again.”

“Really?” Cody raised an eyebrow, pulled himself up to his full height so he could look down at Obi-Wan, just a little. “You promise?”

“Oh yes,” Obi-Wan leaned forward, let his eyes fall to Cody’s lips. Let them rest there until he knew Cody noticed, the bastard. “I promise.”

Cody didn’t move. With his free hand, the hand not holding Obi-Wan’s lightsaber far above his head, he threaded his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand. “You see,” He kept his voice low in a way he knew drove Obi-Wan a little mad, “I don’t quite believe you.”

Obi-Wan batted his eyelashes in a way that said, who, me? Then smiled, his voice kept carefully level, “My darling, you wound me.”

“You’ll get yourself wounded, more like.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan leaned closer, close enough that Cody could feel his breath against his cheek, “Afterall, I have the Force to protect me.”

“You have me.” It was a promise spoken again and again, whispered into Obi-Wan’s neck in the darkness of his quarters, shouted silently each time they fought side by side. Spoken so often, it was as familiar as breathing, yet still they said it. I’m here. I’m here.

Obi-Wan’s answer was a quick kiss placed at the corner of his mouth. For a brief moment, Cody almost gasped, almost dropped the lightsaber there and then. Instead he pulled back, just a little.

Obi-Wan gasped into the empty space. Still close enough to feel his breath, Cody shivered.

“Promise me,” His voice was heavy, weighted with emotion he couldn’t quite give words to. “Please, Obi-Wan.”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan’s voice was the mirror of his own, heavy with emotion in a way Cody so rarely heard, “Force, Cody, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to worry you. I will try. I promise you that.”

“Alright. Alright. I know.” He finally let his hand that clutched the lightsaber drop. Stood there for a moment, the ‘saber resting in his steady hand between them. He leaned towards Obi-Wan, almost felt the tiny gasp that escaped his lips as Cody’s hand drifted to his belt. He clipped the lightsaber to Obi-Wan belt, let his hand hover for just a moment. Obi-Wan stood still beneath his hands, it was only his breathing that betrayed him.

“Thank you, darling.” The words were whispered into Cody’s ear, softly, they settled in his head.

“Just don’t lose it again.”

Obi-Wan hummed, and Cody watched as his hand curled its way around his neck. He leaned slightly into the touch, even like this the calluses and scars that decorated the hand were known to him, just as intimately as his own.

The hand twisted into his curls, gently pulling his head back, just a little. Despite himself he gasped, the little noise an almost desperate thing as it flew from his lips.

Obi-Wan grinned, there was something dangerous about it, just at the edges. “My dear, I never mean to disappoint you.”

He meant to respond, but found Obi-Wan’s lips against his own. He breathed into the kiss, instead, his mind filled only with Obi-Wan. The Jedi’s other hand curled around his jaw, his thumb pressed carefully into the skin beneath his ears, into the place that Obi-Wan knew made him gasp, desperate beneath his hands.

After what felt like a lifetime, a star born and collapsed again, Obi-Wan pulled back. His nose just brushing Cody’s, he breathed his name. It was promise, and prayer. Spoken with so much reverence that, if he was not seeing his own feelings reflected back at him, he would never have believed such a thing was possible.  

He let the word hang, just for a moment, before he tugged gently at Obi-Wan’s hair. Felt him shudder against his hand, pulled apart in that instant. Felt honoured that he was allowed to see this, trusted enough that Obi-Wan let himself shatter like this.

He pressed Obi-Wan’s name against his neck, felt the way his hands, still resting against Cody, twitched at the contact. He pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s neck, then another to his jaw. Eventually, he reached Obi-Wan’s mouth. Hovered there for a moment, allowing his breath to flutter against Obi-Wan’s lips.

Something that sounded like his name caught up in a desperate plea fell from Obi-Wan, and at that Cody kissed him.

Heat curled through him at the way Obi-Wan melted into the contact, letting himself fall endlessly into Cody’s hands. Trusting Cody to catch him.

In answer, Cody held him. Did not allow any part of him to slip between his fingers as they curled their way through his hair. His free hand had, at some point, come to rest upon Obi-Wan’s back and he relished in the way Obi-Wan leant into the touch.

It was this trust, as much as the contact, that sent a heady sense of affectionthrough Cody. Love, if he was brave enough to let himself think it.

Obi-Wan gasped, briefly. Again and again, Cody’s name fell from his lips.

“Here, darling. I’m here.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say the rest.

[snowywinterevenings]

Sunny Days

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Codywan

Summary: Obi-Wan notices one of his medics feels like sunlight in the Force and endeavors to learn more about him. As the war progresses, Sunny learns to trust again.

Second fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo with Hopeful Kiss as well as a gift for @brokenphoenix99!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63017932

Bingo cards below the cut:

[backpackingspace]

Hey can yall help me find a fic? Pretty please? It's one of my favorite and I swear I bookmarked it but I can't find it now.

Its a post order 66 stars wars fic. I think there's two in the series? But the premise is that padme gives birth on the way to mustfar so she and obi ean go on the run and meet up with Rex and ahsoka. Everybody is having a bad time in their grief and lashing out at obi wan who slowly stops talking. Eventually obi wan goes off on a solo mission and ends up rescuing Cody and a few other clones. They continued to go off on missions together and continue to save more clones. Eventually everybody starts to heal and make up.

[enterprisecatsblog]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-5052 | Bly & CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) & Obi-Wan Kenobi, 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) & CC-2224 | Cody Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-1010 | Fox, CC-5052 | Bly, Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Medic Helix (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wooley (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Gearshift (Star Wars), CC-5576-39 | Gregor, Clone Trooper Longshot (Star Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Clone Trooper Inhibitor Chips (Star Wars), That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Loves CC-2224 | Cody, The 212th Attack Battalion Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi, Protective CC-2224 | Cody, Rako Hardeen Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Temporary Character Death, Heavy Angst, Order 66 (Star Wars), Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Medical Trauma, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Timeline What Timeline, Mutual Pining, oh moment Summary:

The first time they see each other Obi-Wan asks for Cody’s name less than three minutes into the conversation. And Cody gives him the name less than a minute later, only an hour after he admonished his soldiers to not provide their names to nat-borns. Obi-Wan brightens visibly and repeats “Cody” as if tasting, his smooth accent curling around letters in an almost sensual way, while Cody thanks little gods for the bucket on his head.

There are stories about love. There are stories about death. There are stories about finding each other despite everything. And then, there are stories about all those things - this is one of them.

[tragedy-for-sale]

Favorite Liar pt. I

I have yet to see people talk about the physical pain Obi-Wan must have been in during the Hardeen arc. I mean, this man was constantly getting beat up and had dozens of untreated injuries. Not to mention, we saw how much pain he was in during the facial transformation, what about the pain turning back?

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Obi-Wan found it humerous Master Windu and Master Yoda had failed to mention how much this would hurt. But Obi-Wan knew if they kept adding on to the already long list of things that made Obi-Wan want to back out, that he would have. He was already lying far beyond he'd ever wanted to, he'd already hurt all those he loved and he didn't dare ask for forgiveness because had their places been shifted, Obi-Wan would have a hard time accepting an apology all the same. But this, this was just cruel. Returning to Obi-Wan Kenobi was a lot harder than becoming Rako Hardeen.

He would be lying if Obi-Wan had said he hadn't been avoiding Anakin and Ahsoka. He felt their betrayal all throughout the temple, from star systems away he could sense their pain. Pain that he caused. Obi-Wan couldn't stand that truth, he'd hurt them and there wasn't anything he could do to make it alright. His need to help others had only hurt the people he cared the most about. So there Obi-Wan sat, alone in the medical wing of the temple, hidden far from others, where he could hide and no one would see the shame on his face.

He looked out the window, that was all he could do. Upon his initial scan, the droid pointed out his several cracked ribs and the transformation back had left his face swollen and bruised, and the voice changer had left his throat feeling as if he'd swallowed blades. So Obi-Wan laid there, holding himself tightly as he fought the pain that came with each breath, as he prepared himself to swallow and whince at the pain. But he didn't have enough energy to whince, he didn't have enough energy for anything at all.

When hours passed, he woke up and shot up as he grabbed the container on the bedside table. He'd been terribly nauseous and he had yet to be able to keep anything down. Obi-Wan fell back onto the pillows, staring at the wall, he'd asked for privacy and he'd gotten it. Mace nor Yoda had come by since. Plo had left flowers, a rather odd gesture Obi-Wan thought, but appreciated it all the same.

Sitting up, he held his hand closely to his chest, moving slowly to ease his pain. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could make it to the chair, Obi-Wan knew he could, it wasn't as if he'd gone through a major trauma, he was fine. He was just in a lot of pain. Nothing to worry about. Swinging his legs over the bed, he braced himself and with another deep breath, Obi-Wan stood up. He was leaning against the bed but he felt he could do this. He could make it to the chair. His left arm was still pressed against his aching chest, but he could make it. Step after step, he could make it- he really almost did.

Obi-Wan took too confident of a step, he felt blades against his lungs and he fell. Obi-Wan whimpered as he opened his eyes. His entire body shaking. He felt a wave of frustration wash over him, he slammed his fist down. "Dammit-" He whinced, eyes flooding with tears as he let out a sob. Obi-Wan shook his head, he shouldn't have done this, he didn't want to be fighting with Anakin, he didn't want Ahsoka to be mad at him, he didn't want his friends avoiding him like the plague. He wanted to be chasing after Ahsoka, finding Anakin in hide-and-seek, he wanted his family close, not held at arms length. He wanted Cody. Most of all, he couldn't stand Cody hating him. He loved him too much.

He'd been so angry with him, and Obi-Wan just stood there, wanting to tell Cody that he loved him, but Obi-Wan would open his mouth to say it but nothing would come out. He had tried to grab Cody's hand and Obi-Wan was still haunted by Cody yanking his hand back. He wasn't strong enough for this. He tried so hard to be okay with losing everyone he loved, he tried so hard not to be swept away by the undercurrent of remorse, but he'd failed so miserably. He cried for Cody, for hours, Cody's anger echoed in his mind, Cody fighting him until his tears caused his anger to resign. Obi-Wan had done his duty as a Jedi, but he'd lost everything, now all he had was himself, and he wouldn't choose to spend the rest of his life with himself. He wasn't someone Obi-Wan liked.

Obi-Wan fell onto his back, gasping for air. He shouldn't have tried to be brave. He should have just stayed in the bed. He shouldn't have tried to be a Jedi, he should've been selfish and let another take upon this task. He couldn't handle all the people he loved being angry at him, he couldn't handle being alone. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, he could feel his entire body shake, he was so cold. But he couldn't get up, he couldn't move his hand, he couldn't even think to use the force. All he could do was lay there and think, think of all he'd done,

Think of all he'd ruined.

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Part two here

[cloudydoesstuff]

my favorite flavor of codywan whump: when Obi-Wan just hates himself so much that he works himself to the bone— more than fanon typical— and is just fueled by a cycle of “i’m not good enough” while Cody who’s never been taught anything about mental health puzzles over why his jedi that he loves so much does this to himself

specifically when Obi-Wan’s perspective is just heartbreaking in an amazing angst way and I’ve been craving it recently so if anyone has recs please share