#codywan fic

[literallyjustanerd]

so a few days ago I saw this post, and the accompanying tags from @brrmian :

the idea of Cody being simultaneously so cool on the surface and constantly overanalysing every interaction stuck with me so much that I ended up spitting all my thoughts into existence

so

enjoy a brief look into Commander Cody's mind:

[kraftykelpie]

More Cody on Tatooine courtesy of the Codywan fic series of all time <3 (codywan on tatooine by Serie11)

[onlykenobimatters]

Are there any fic where obi-wan discovers palpatine is Darth sidious and he tells the council but they don’t believe him? Like maybe it was through a vision or something and they know obi-wan doesn’t really like the chancellor. Obi-wan is flabbergasted that his fellow councilors do not believe him. They don’t even let him really explain!

He eventually runs into Anakin and in a desperate attempt to have someone believe him he tells his former padawan. And Anakin, who always jumps to the chancellor’s defense, is quick to anger. Shouting at obi-wan for saying something so insidious about his friend.

Obi-wan is distraught. He knows he’s right. The force is insistent and yet no one hears it screaming. He’s despondent and when his commander asks him what’s wrong obi-wan bitterly says “you wouldn’t believe me.”

Cody, ever loyal and secretly in love with his Jedi general, says “try me.”

(And if in the end obi-wan has to abscond with his commander and a few choice troopers in order to form a team to handle the Sith Lord themselves, well, he was only following the force.)

[phoneycam]

(((((The brainrot 4))

"Whenever your soulmate says your name, you sneeze."

I think this could be really wholesome.

Like, The first months of war go by in The Negociator without much else happening beside, you know, the war, and some really needed plot bonding moments between General Kenobi and his men, getting them to slowly soften their hearts to this brilliant, altruistic, posh little jedi.

Commander Cody, in a jump of good fate, decides to be the first to entrust his general his most valuable possession, his name. The General, too moved by it, isn't capable of doing anything else than smile sincerely and thank him with all his heart for it. If Cody's heart skips a couple of beats because of it, it's no one's business.

And life goes on like that, between battles and small moments, with the only difference being that from time to time, the commmander would have random sneezes that he had never suffered before. They would be spaced long enough one from the other to not be an urgent thing to think about, so he never mentions it, plus he finds them rather embarrassing.

Then one day they are all rounded in front of a hologram, planning and strategising when Obi-Wan, unconsciuslly and for the first time, calls his commander name and not his title.

And Cody Sneezes.

And you know what? The thing is that, clones aren't really accustomed to sneezing since their superior genetics make colds a really rare thing. So when Cody sneezes, it's impossible to ignore. One, because despite the unconscious need to silence it, it still makes a sound, small and breathy and two, is due to the fact that Cody sneezes with his whole body. His head ducks, his shoulders rise impossibly high and he needs to shake his head afterwards, like if he's trying to restart his system.

Instant silence all around. Everyone to startled to speak and the general looking at him in awe while Cody just wants to be ejected into space and get hitted by a starfighter. Obi-Wan's interior little shit comes to light and he decides that he needs to prove inmediatelly his mental theory, and with some badly hidden excitment for a claimed negociator, he repeats Cody's name.

And Cody sneezes again. And chaos bursts all around.

Obi-Wan being the bastard that he is repeating his commanders name non-stop with delight, The troopers shouting in excitment and "collecting evidence" for later and Cody just looking like those cats sneezing videos.

[justhere2procrastinate]

Somehow I will find a way to insert a chapter where Cody gets arrested by the Coruscant Guard and instead of going quietly he is like “bitch not only am I not a citizen but I’m not a sentient and therefore I don’t have to obey the law” and he gets out on a pure technicality

[meebles]

A snippet from my Codywan Bodyswap!AU that I’m working on:

Obi-Wan grunts, blinking as he comes to. His vision swims before it snaps to a sudden clarity. All at once, he realizes three things that are very, very wrong.

First, and most worryingly, he cannot feel the Force as he normally does. He’s not completely cut off, but only just.

Second, he’s certain he was in his quarters when he dozed off. Now he finds himself in a rarely-used storage room deep in the Negotiator’s sublevels, where the men keep their homebrew that Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t know about. He’s slumped against a wall, with the majority of Ghost Company peering down at him in various states of confusion.

Third, is that he’s certain his men just called him Cody.

“What… ?” he starts, staring down at his cuisse-clad thighs. Frowning, he moves to trace a finger across the stripe of gold paint running across the right, only to blink down at a hand that isn’t his own.

Ah, Sith hells.

“I think you should come to medical,” he hears Scabs say, and Obi-Wan agrees, but first they’ll have to go find—

“Oh, Force, Cody— ”

He ignores the odd looks the troopers give him, the reality of the situation suddenly gripping him like a vice. Cody, thrust into his body, but his mind untrained and unused to sensing the living Force that surrounds them—

“Scabs, I need you to get a sedative and meet me at— at the General’s room,” he states as he fully gathers himself upright, adjusting for his new center of gravity.

His CMO blinks at him. “What— the General? What are you— ?”

“I’ll meet you there and explain, just, please. A sedative,” he manages, already opening the doors. He looks back for a split-second to see Scabs nod in affirmative, before rushing out of the storage room.

Unfortunately, his own quarters are entirely on the other side of the venator. He runs past a few troopers, who startle at his haste, but he just calls back an all clear and doesn’t stop running, he needs to get to Cody—

After what feels like a tenday on a blessedly empty turbo-lift, Obi-Wan finally makes it to his quarters. He punches in the override and the door slides open, revealing the exact sight he feared— his own body, hunched over on the floor, clutching his head as he shakes—

“Cody,” Obi-Wan says, kneeling beside him, and Cody jolts, staring up at him with trembling eyes.

“Vod?” he asks in Obi-Wan’s voice, before his eyes widen impossibly further when they land on the scar at his temple, his own scar. “What is— augh!”

Obi-Wan curses under his breath, catching Cody as his eyes roll back, body slacking. He pulls him into his lap, resting his head as gently as he can against his armored thighs.

“Cody, my dear, it’s me, it’s Obi-Wan,” he says, holding Cody’s quavering form as still as he can. “Just focus on me, focus on my voice, just my voice, right here, with you.”

“Can’t— ” Cody spits out, head shaking. “It’s too much, I can’t— ”

“Shh, I know, I know. I’m so sorry, just try for me, please? Just try, it’s just me and you here together, no one else, just us… ”

Obi-Wan keeps muttering what’s probably nonsense, but he needs to give Cody some sort of anchor, something to focus on instead of the thousands of living souls he can suddenly sense aboard the ship, something present and definite in the entirety of the Force that he’s now privy to.

Cody groans, pressing himself further into Obi-Wan’s lap. “Please, make it stop, make it stop— ”

“Cody— what happened to the General?!”

Obi-Wan looks up and sees Scabs in the doorway, and bites back a sigh of relief. He’s about to explain when his medic is suddenly kneeling by his side, shaking his head.

“Fuck— that machine, it worked, didn’t it?” he says, opening his supply bag.

“Yes, it did.” Why the effects were so delayed, Obi-Wan has no idea, but right now it doesn’t matter. “And Cody— he’s not used to how my body senses the Force, it’s too much for him all at once.”

“I understand,” Scabs states, prepping the sedative. “Hold him steady, please. Bare his neck.”

Obi-Wan does as he’s told, chest clenching as he stares at Cody’s unseeing eyes. It’s a terrible solace when Scabs injects the needle and seconds later, they fall shut.

[leapingbadger]

The Close Call

Summary: Cody is injured during a LAAT crash (TCW S7E1). While Rex and the Bad Batch continue the mission, Obi Wan races to his Commander's side.

Just tooth-rottingly sweet fluff I'm afraid.

Obi Wan strode down the hallway with purpose, ignoring the waves and salutes of those heading in the opposite direction. He could feel his pulse throbbing at his temple. He’s only been off planet a few days and disaster had already struck.

The door to the med bay opened with a whoosh. He walked quickly past the lines of identical men spread out on bunks in various stages of injury, his head whipping around but unable to find who he was looking for.

He noticed Kix sitting in the corner, his head low, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.

“General,” he said, hopping up and saluting.

“Where is he?” Obi Wan asked, trying to keep his voice steady and neutral despite the panic threatening to claw its way out of his throat.

“In a private room, Sir, his injuries were…are quite extensive.” Kix said with a shake of his head.

Obi Wan nodded solemnly as Kix led him through a door to a small ward. He had never been back here, didn’t even know it existed until now.

To the right was a small room, barren and cold, but Obi Wan only had eyes for the man resting on the hard looking bed. His eyes were closed, his scar on his forehead somehow more pronounced in the sterile light. His right leg was braced, bandages were wrapped around his torso, his chest rising and falling steadily.

“Thank you, Kix. I imagine you need to get your rest as well.”

“Yes, Sir.” He said, turning to leave.

“Any word from Captain Rex, yet?” Obi Wan asked.

“Er, no Sir. Not yet. But they’re behind enemy lines. It might be a while before we hear from them.”

“Understood. Get some sleep. I’m sure we’ll hear something soon.”

“Yes, Sir.” Kix said with a concerned look at Cody before turning and leaving Obi Wan alone.

Obi Wan looked around cautiously before pulling a privacy curtain around the bed.

“You can stop pretending to be asleep now, Commander.” Obi Wan said with a smirk.

A smile spread on Cody’s face. He moved his head towards the Jedi and opened his chestnut eyes, “Kix has been flapping since they brought me in.” he said with a chuckle, “the only time he left me alone was when I pretended to be asleep.”

Obi Wan laughed, his hand caressing the scar on his Commander’s forehead, “he’s just concerned about you. As am I.” he said.

Cody smiled and pressed his cheek into Obi Wan’s hand as he gently cupped the side of his face. “I’m going to be fine, Obi Wan. You didn’t have to come all this way.”

“I just happened to be in the area,” the Jedi said with a smirk. His panic was finally starting to abate. He had no memory of leaving the senate, of charging through the hanger and jumping into his starship to get to Anaxis. His time in hyperspace was overcome with holoreels in his head of his time with Cody, stollen kisses and secrets trysts and the terror that he would be too late. The fear that the gaping chasm in his chest would never heal. But Cody didn’t need to know that. All that mattered was that he was still here, still breathing.

 “Now, are you going to tell me what happened?” Obi Wan asked seriously.

Cody shrugged and winced with instant regret, “I lost a fight with a LAAT,” he said with a chuckle that turned into a cough. His hands went protectively to his abdomen, hesitating to touch his skin but wanting to somehow hold himself together.

“Your bravado is wholly unnecessary. I read the report. You were near death. If they hadn’t gotten you out when they did, I’m not sure what I would be doing right now.”

“Training a new Commander, I imagine, Sir.” The clone said with a sly smile.

Obi Wan stiffened at the joke, “You are not so easily replaced, Cody.” He said, leaning over and gently kissing the Commander’s lips. He felt a rush of warmth coursing through his body, chasing the chill that had enveloped him since he’d abruptly heard the news.

Obi Wan felt the Commander’s hand in his hair as he tried to pull away, insisting on a deeper, more intimate kiss than the Jedi had intended. He smiled as they finally parted, “well, you can’t be feeling that bad then,” he teased with a wry smile.

“Turns out all I needed to feel better was you,” Cody said with a blush.

Obi Wan knew Cody wasn’t an overtly sentimental man. To say such things out loud and not whispered into the pillow before he drifted off to sleep, just showed how scared he had been. How close to death.

Obi Wan fought the urge to kiss him again. This wasn’t the place. They were playing a game of chance as it was.

“You flatter me, Commander.” Obi Wan said.

Cody’s smile turned into a grimace as a pain contracted the muscles somewhere inside his twisted body.

“I should let you rest,” Obi Wan said, brushing the hair off his Commander’s forehead.

Cody’s arm shot out grabbing the Jedi’s hand, “no, please stay. Just a little longer…I…ugh…” he cringed again, almost doubling over in pain, “stay…”

Obi Wan felt his heart clench. He wished he could heal Cody with the force, do something to ease his pain. “Of course. Let me signal for more pain medication for you and I’ll stay until you fall asleep. Will that be alright?” he asked softly.

Cody smiled and nodded, letting out a sigh of relief, his eyebrows still knitted together in pain.

The Commander wasn’t conscious long after the medication was given. Obi Wan had pulled the privacy shield back and stood at a resolute distance as the unknown medic did his work. He waved as the clone left and crossed to the side of the bed, squatting down so his face was level with Cody’s.

“I may not be here when you wake but I’ll check on you as often as I can.”

Cody smiled sleepily, “don’t go falling in love with any other Commanders while I’m out of action,” he slurred as the medication took effect.

Obi Wan smiled, “You are the only Commander for me, Cody. In and out of uniform.” Obi Was said with a sly smile.

The Commander giggled, “Ha, you love me, General.” He slurred again, his words one long syllable.

“That I do, Cody.” Obi Wan said, softly kissing his hand and laying it on his stomach as he drifted back to sleep. “That I do.”

[fangirlforeversthings]

-Take me on a date first-

---Teaser about a little fanfiction i'm working on, on how it came to codywans first date----

*The rough plot and outline of my first ever fanfiction wip

Ahsoka: So master obi wan when are you and cody getting together. Like when are you gonna tell the other you love them?

Obi wan choking on his tea: I dont love cody?!

Anakin: when are you gonna marry?

Obi: I'M NOT GONNA MARRY CODY!

Anakin: but you agree that he is a handsome and kind man?

Obi pressed: well yeah obviously but i mea'

Ahoska yelling back over her shoulder to the boys: CODY OBI WAN SAID YOU ARE VERY HANDSOME AND KIND

Anakin: AND THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY YOU

Everyone: ahaaaa

Boil: I knew it!

Waxer: i hope we are getting an invitation

Rex: And drinks? on you of course *to cody leaning on his shoulder*

Fives: can i be the flower girl?🥺

Cody now joining: very first off all thank you sir and you are not that bad yourself. But i would much like to be taken on a date first. A nice restaurant with fine wine or a casual walk in the evening when it rains so we can share an umbrella

Obi wan fighting for his life to explain himself: I, listen to me guys.........wait. Would.....are you into such things?

Ahsoka: why are you asking him? did you plan something? did you hope he is?

Anakin: yeah did you?

Obi wan: i no it's..

Cody: so you don't want me?

Obi: no i mean yeah i mean'

Cody: Fine cause i'm taking you serious if you take me to a restaurant

Obi: *hrmph*oh yeah?

Cody: yeah

Obi: good

Cody: good

Obi: i'm serious. Like i'm gonna do it?.

Cody: yeah fine.

Obi: Fine. i'll pick you up later at eight then

Cody: fine

Obi: FINE.

Everyone watching excited, dead silent holding their breaths, constantly turning their heads switching looks between them as each one speaks.

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-Later this evening-

Hiding behind an aquarium each head poking out to the nose behind its corners sit echo, fives, boil and waxer, spying on cody and obi wan who acutally went on their date actually having fine wine.

Waxer: its going well 🤭

Echo smirking: yeah they are really sweetly stupidly smiling at each other the whole time

Boil: we are so gonna get an invitation to the wedding! I mean we are the ones that brought them together atlast

Fives adorned with flowers in his hair he stole from the bush left to him his hands folded infront of his chest: and i get to be the flower girl🙏🏻🌷

Echo *sigh*: yes fives, you can be the flower girl

Fives: yes! :3 *before he returns his attention back to codywan, laughing sensually together at the moment

Boil whispering to echo: what is up with that guy? *points at fives behind upheld hand*

Echo:.......like right now or in general?

Fives: 😑

Boil comms anakin. Wearing leave brenches secured with a headband on their heads, spy glasses and Camouflage clothes, he and ahsoka are hiding inside the bushes and spy on codywan on obi wans side of the room:

Boil comm: Mission goes well sir.

Ahoska giving them a look from across the room and a thumbs up

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-Next morning-

Boil and waxer: Good morning general🎶

Obi wan: Good morning🎶

They chat and giggle about the situation a bit more before boil goes silent suddenly.

Waxer:.....he is right behind me isn't he?

Suddenly a hand grips waxers throat from behind not hard, but firm

Waxer: 😬 good morning sir

Cody: Good morning.

Boil: you saw us didn't you

Cody: i would be a bad commander if i hadn't right?.......and blind. And deaf.

Waxer: right.

Cody bowing down and whispering: you will feel the wrongs of spying on your commander.

He then leaves to greet obi wan

Cody *clears his throat* uhm good morning.

Obi wan turning to him smiling *blushing*: good morning

Cody: i uh it was nice yesterday i liked it.

Obi wan: me too.

Moment of awkward silence

Obi wan: we uhm should repeat it again at some point.

Cody *blushing* yeah yeah definetly.

Obi:

Cody:

Obi:

Cody:so uh i will go to my uhm i have matters to attend to you know commander stuff

Obi: of course

Cody leaves

Obi calling after him: have a nice day dear

(First time he called him that)

Cody nodding back and basically sprinting away to hide his corrie red, face neck and chest slapping his forehead while he walks: commander things?! Damnit cody. Just shut up next time. It was going so well ugh.

Obi wan smiling after him.

The others who were on spy mode again cheering and high five'ing each other as both had left.

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

post order 66 codywan on tatooine !! and they’re happy !! (there is the tiniest bit of angst. but mostly they’re happy. or getting somewhere close to it)

don’t ask me for the context of this because i do not know. i just wanted to write it <3

Obi-Wan’s voice floated past his shoulder, light as the sand but infinitely softer, “Oh, Cody.”

He wondered if he could have smiled, yet his face felt numb and somewhere beyond him, “Is it that bad?”

Obi-Wan’s answering laugh was wry, it sounded as if it hurt, and Cody’s already aching body cried out in sympathy. The feeling sat deep within his chest, the pain of his body for a moment fading in comparison to the mournful feeling that echoed in his heart. Obi-Wan was a different man now, in so many ways. Most of all, he was now perhaps more honest. He did not attempt to reshape himself, to hide behind a mask as blatantly as he had used to. Instead, Cody heard his pain now, knew that the cause of it was his own.  

“It’s bad, my dear.” He sighed, as if it pained him to admit as such, “I am sorry.”

Cody laughed, he hoped not cruelly, but rather in stark disbelief. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for.”

There was quiet for a moment as Obi-Wan began to wrap the wounds on his back in bandages, hands careful against the broken skin. Cody kept his body carefully still, did not allow himself to hiss in pain.

“I’m sorry I haven’t got any bacta.” Obi-Wan paused, perhaps hoping that Cody would accept the diversion. He was not, Cody supposed, a truly different man. When he remained silent, Obi-Wan continued, “I could have found you sooner, should have sensed you were alive.” In a way he had not before, he spoke with regret heavy upon his tongue.

“How?” It came out harsher than he’d intended, and at Obi-Wan’s quiet intake of breath his chest ached. “It’s just -- How could you have known? Force, I barely knew I was alive for five years.” Somewhere the emotion he’d felt fell away, leaving him with only a sense of cold numbness. Softly, he cursed, feeling sick deep in his stomach. “Force. Obi-Wan --”

“I know, darling.” Another moment of silence, “I’m sorry.”

Cody barely heard him, his mind made numb again by horror, “Five years.” If his voice had been louder, it might have wavered; yet as it was his words were barely audible, too quiet, even, to shake. He’d known logically, of course, just how long had been taken from him, but until this point it hadn’t truly hit him. Before this point, he had been running, fighting just to survive, but now at last he’d stopped. A choking sob fell from him, and he moved to cover his mouth, as if to stop the horror from escaping.

“Cody,” Then Obi-Wan was on his knees in front of him, a gentle hand fluttering past his face. “Darling, you’re here now. You escaped.”

He swallowed a gasping sob, leaning in desperately towards the touch. Obi-Wan caught his face in both hands, guiding their foreheads together.

“Breath, my darling.”

Another sob. It shattered as it left his body, a cracked noise as it escaped into the little space between them. On his third attempt, Cody managed a steady breath and Obi-Wan hummed contentedly.

“There you are.” He brought his hand a little lower to cradle Cody’s chin, smiling softly at him, then ran his thumb across Cody’s cheek. In response a little broken noise escaped his throat. He drew in another shuddering gasp. “You’re okay, darling.”

Cody nodded slowly, as if the action alone would give him time to believe Obi-Wan’s words. It wouldn’t be yet, he knew, but as he breathed in slowly, he wondered if eventually it might be.

He exhaled.

At some point he hadn’t noticed, his hands had found their way to Obi-Wan’s shoulders so that his fingers dug into the flesh in a way he was sure was painful. He swallowed the brief flutter of dread that again his body had moved without his mind. Then, remembering himself, he murmured a quiet apology and loosened his grip.

“You’ve nothing to apologise for.”

The hand not cradling his face shifted and in response Cody reached up and curled his own around it, entwining their fingers in a way that made him ache. Obi-Wan exhaled softly, and just for a moment Cody’s whole being seemed to freeze, to shudder, and then at last relax.

He curled his other hand around Obi-Wan’s neck, every movement gentle, slow. It was if he was watching two versions of himself split apart; the Cody of before who did not know his name, only cold plastoid beneath his hands, and the Cody now, who breathed in time with the pulse of another.

Obi-Wan looked up at him with a question in his eyes.

In answer Cody kissed him.

It was only a brief thing, a little, desperate touch. As if, after all this time, this was all they had ever dared to imagine they could have.

Now, though. Cody breathed in time with the rise and fall of Obi-Wan’s chest. He kissed him again.

It was soft and gentle and warm. It was the hum of a lamp set low for hours against a dark night, the steady warmth of the sun against the back of his neck, the slow curling of embers as they died and grew again. Somewhere between one breath and the next the Cody of after shifted more fully into focus.

Even when they moved apart, they remained close, sharing each shuddering breath. Stars, pulled into one another’s orbit.

For a moment there was only breath, gentle against his cheek.

Then, “I’ve missed you.” Cody swallowed; his throat ached with the motion. Then, he said what he had not been able to all those years ago, a familiar refrain at last given words. “I love you.”

“Oh, darling.” Obi-Wan moved as if to kiss him again, paused, their noses brushing. “I love you too.”

[alamogirl80]

Chapter 22 of "And I'll Follow the Light in You"

For any readers still out there, here is chapter 22!

They delve deeper into the abyss of the Underworld and things finally come to a head for Rex and Fox. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you let him come down here to begin with,” Rex moves past Obi-Wan, almost shoving Fox’s shoulder as he does so. If Rex and Fox need to have this out, maybe now is as good a time as any. Nothing is trying to kill them at the moment.

[aspentreewrites]

and when all the flowers are rotten and all the cannons shot

Chapter 5

Pairings: Codywan

Tags/Warnings: (for current arc) slow burn, general angst and pining, realising feelings, tending to wounds, AO3 rating is E for future chapters

Link to read on AO3 here!

Description:

The truth of the matter burrows deep into Cody’s skin, settling into the home it’s long-since made for itself there, nestled tightly amongst the other secrets he harbours that are too shameful to ever speak aloud.

He digs his fingers into his temples, breathing in heavy lungfuls of the steam-drenched air as if it might reverse the realisation that now weighs upon his heart like lead.

This is no longer just some passing infatuation.

He’s in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(or: an account of the relationship between one Marshal Commander and his General from in the midst of a war.)

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A/N: I'm cooking up so much for the next few chapters, you aren't even ready :') thank you so much for all the kindness on chapter 4!!

Shout out to @whenyourfavouritedies (their AO3 here) for beta'ing as always!

Wordcount: 7.1k

Prev chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

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Returning to their men after a few days away is, predictably, chaos. 

The second they enter the atmosphere, their comms light up with every notice they’d missed: dozens of fires that have been put out, but not quite how Cody would have done it; hundreds of meeting requests, mostly for inane matters that could have simply been an email; thousands of reports that have accrued in their absence…

It’s good to be home. 

By the time their ship docks, the sun is setting the Coruscant skyline ablaze. The skyscrapers stretch into eternity ahead of them, usually so indifferent and imposing, but Cody always finds them strangely comforting after he’s been away.

Cody doesn’t necessarily think that Fox was wrong in his drunken assessment when he had once called the city-planet a ‘shithole’, but there’s a fondness that’s crept up within him over the years. It’s his shithole, and the shithole is home. Unwelcoming, uncaring, cold, familiar home.

He blinks against the harsh light of the sunset, trying to resist the urge to rub his eyes. He can look as tired as he feels when he’s in the privacy of the barracks, but for the moment, he’s still on duty. He has far too much pride to allow his shoulders to slump in public, especially when at his General’s side.

The sleep on their return trip hadn’t done much to restore his energy - not that Cody suspected it would. By Obi-Wan’s estimate, the healing had done much of the work, but a full night’s rest would still be in order to make sure that he can be at his best for tomorrow. Cody, for once, hadn’t been able to find the strength to argue.

“Well,” the Jedi says as he disembarks from the ship, squinting as he looks out to the horizon. The Temple stands proud amidst its surroundings, its brutalist silhouette dwarfing the spires that neighbour it. “I should deliver my report to the Council before it gets too late. They wish to see me in person, it seems.”

Cody nods, even as the quiet guilt of leaving his General to handle all of the post-mission work alone nags at the back of his mind. He’s all too aware of how much there will be to do - more than enough for an all-nighter, if attempted alone.

He starts slightly as Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to gently squeeze his shoulder. “Your concern is unnecessary, but noted,” the Jedi comments lightly. “I’ll have to make note of the fact that you’re much worse at stoicism when you’re recovering from a concussion.” The faintest smile tugs at his lips under his beard.

Cody belatedly realises that his worry must have made its way onto his face, rather than strictly staying internal as he'd intended. In fact, it seems like he's been frowning rather intently for the past minute or so. He’s quick to rectify his expression to something closer to neutrality.

“Please try and forget that you know that,” he says dryly, watching as a speeder docks nearby. It’s sleek and shiny, all glossy black paint with a white stripe along the side. It probably costs more than Cody makes in a whole year… he shakes his head, trying not to linger on that particular train of thought. He turns his eyes back to his General. “It wouldn’t be ideal if you were tempted to hit me over the head whenever you wanted to know how I was feeling.”

Obi-Wan grins. “You’re no fun, Commander.”

Cody snorts. “I never have been, sir.” 

Looking over at his Jedi in lighting like this is a lethal thing. His skin had been slightly kissed by the sun during their stay on the resort, giving him a gentle glow that feels all-around unfair to be forced to look upon. The orange hues of the light bring out the blue in his eyes just so, and Cody imagines that this whole war business would have been a lot easier had he been given a General that looked just slightly less like the protagonist of a romance holo.

Obi-Wan squeezes his shoulder one more time before stepping back and bidding his leave, the two parting ways for the moment. As he makes his way back to the barracks, Cody’s mind is awash with a soft sense of longing, battling with an undeniable relief to be home. 

No more pretending to be Obi-Wan’s husband, at least - that particularly cruel decision by the fates has come to an end. Despite it all, Cody thinks quietly that a small, entirely unprofessional part of him will miss the opportunity to be so close to the Jedi.

His musings are interrupted when he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the window of a nearby building. The strange war taking place in his head is decided - relief wins out in its entirety.

He’s finally allowed to shave again - thank the Stars.

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As the doors of the Council Chambers close behind him, Obi-Wan finally - finally - allows himself to relax a little. 

He sweeps through the hallways of home, the sense of peace that always pervades the Jedi Temple permeating through his very being, calming his mind from the storm that threatens to overtake it. 

The mission had, upon reflection, been a resounding success. They’d identified their target quickly, and had not only retrieved the package for study, but also started to uncover the identity of a traitor within the Senate as well. 

And yet he can’t quite shake the feeling of guilt that haunts his thoughts, settling over him like an old, familiar blanket around his shoulders. 

Cody.

Obi-Wan runs a hand through his hair, unconsciously mussing up the short strands. He’s sure he looks a mess, but he can’t find it in himself to care. A weary sigh escapes him.

It’s not even about the concussion, really, though he still feels sheepish about not sensing the rock when he had tackled him. The truth is, Obi-Wan has been feeling ashamed of himself ever since the… events of that second evening undercover. Just the memory alone is enough to make him grimace. What was he thinking? He should never, ever have–

His train of thought is swiftly interrupted by the emergence of Anakin from the chambers behind him, the young man setting a course straight in his direction. 

Obi-Wan takes a brief break from his self reproach, sending a gentle nudge through the Force to his former apprentice. Anakin returns it, though the glint of mischief in his eyes is absolutely not lost on Obi-Wan. He’s sure he should be worried - he feels his expression beginning to sour already. 

“Interesting choice for cover,” is the greeting his friend chooses, called rather loudly down the corridor as he jogs over to catch up. Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, is it?

Obi-Wan just walks faster.

“Good evening to you as well, Anakin,” he mutters, his words short and clipped. Anakin falls into step beside him, matching his hurried pace with ease. He gives Obi-Wan a smile that feels nauseatingly knowing.

“How’s Cody?” he asks, drawing out the syllables of the Commander’s name in a show of juvenile insinuation. A muscle in Obi-Wan’s jaw ticks - he’s taught him to be above this type of thing, surely, though it’s hardly a surprise at this point that his painstaking lessons in decorum over the years have been ignored.

“I don’t know what it is you’re implying, Anakin, but I’d advise you to stop, lest that objectionable smirk be seared on your face forever.”

His biting words do not, to Obi-Wan’s dismay, deter his former Padawan. If anything, they seem to spur him on.

“Touched a nerve, did I?” 

Obi-Wan casts the boy a sidelong glance, narrowing his eyes. Anakin’s appearance has changed subtly since Obi-Wan last saw him - before he and Cody went away, Anakin had been on a mission of his own for a number of weeks.

He needs a haircut.

“You need a haircut.”

Anakin snorts, pushing back the longer-than-usual locks from his face. “You’re deflecting,” he counters easily, all-too amused. 

Obi-Wan lets out an indignant huff, calling on the Force to bring him some calm. His own former apprentice, speaking to him like he’s the child here.

“I’m not dignifying such an accusation with a response,” he finds himself snapping before he has the time to temper his reaction. 

Obi-Wan is being petulant. He knows he’s being petulant, but Anakin just seems to draw the childish behaviour out of him like no one else can. 

Somehow not sensing that he’s treading on thin ice, or more likely, being entirely aware that he is and yet ploughing on anyway, Anakin continues. “Really, Obi-Wan, something has to be up. The last time I was able to wind you up like this was on The Coronet with Duchess–”

Obi-Wan takes a sharp right, ducking into his quarters in the vain hope that he can escape this conversation. He had been intending to make his way calmly down to the barracks to begin his work as soon as possible, but he’s willing to suffer in the indignity of temporarily hiding away like a youngling if it means shooing Anakin away.

“You’re drawing connections where there are none,” he retorts, his tone harsh, even to his own ears. He can only pray he doesn’t look as flustered as he feels, otherwise he knows he’ll never hear the end of it. “Now goodnight, Anakin. We will speak again in the morning, and I shall hear no more of this business from you.”

Anakin looks like the loth-cat that got the cream as he leans against the doorway, expression unerringly, irritatingly smug.

“Sure thing, Master,” he returns, not even bothering to try and conceal the lie through the Force. 

Obi-Wan, in a demonstration of his galaxy-renowned prowess at self control, slams his hand on the door controls not quite as hard as he could have done, shutting Anakin out for the moment. 

He hears the boy snort in amusement from the other side and can’t help but let out a soft curse from under his breath. That perplexing, arrogant, utterly irritating boy.

A faint sense of relief fills him as he senses Anakin’s Force signature grow gradually more and more distant, finally leaving him be.

In the darkness of his room, Obi-Wan takes a few deep breaths, the frustration melting away to something that sits considerably heavier on his heart.

Is he truly so obvious?

Obi-Wan, as a rule, prides himself on his stoicism, his ability to play his cards close to his chest. It’s even part of what earned him his reputation as the ‘Negotiator’, as much as the boastful title makes him cringe.

Only three people have ever been able to see through him at such a consistent rate that he would consider it unnerving. 

The first, Qui-Gon, was understandable. The Master had taken him on as a reckless youngling, and he had practically raised him for a decade. It stands to reason that he knew him as well as a father would a son.

And then Anakin, for better or worse, has always been able to read him like an open book, while still wilfully misinterpreting his intentions at every turn. It’s… infuriating, but the connection always made sense - the bond between a Master and Padawan is incredibly powerful, and despite their differences, he loves his former apprentice dearly.

Cody… Cody had come as much more of a surprise. 

It had started during meetings, once their partnership had given way to a closer kind of friendship: subtle expressions exchanged when they were otherwise unable to talk freely, minute acknowledgements of how a diplomatic council was progressing. A single look shared at the right moment quickly became an invaluable tool to aid them both in deciding how and when to proceed in a tense negotiation.

This, inevitably, had progressed into the development of inconspicuous hand signals, entirely unique to them. This was something already in use amongst the GAR, of course, but the two of them had found the existing signs woefully inadequate for their needs, and quickly set about to invent more.

And then, somehow, this non-verbal communication and reading of one another had settled into their everyday lives like it was always a part of them - cups of caf being pressed into Obi-Wan’s hand before he’d even realised he was tired, the two having an uncanny ability to finish each other’s thoughts and sentences during their more informal conversations late at night.

Nowhere has this become more prevalent to Obi-Wan than in the trust he has built that Cody can innately interpret his intentions and movements in the field as well as any Jedi can, somehow all without the use of the Force.

He had, briefly, pondered whether Cody was Force sensitive, but his midichlorian count had been within the normal range, though admittedly on the higher end, when he convinced the other man to let him take a little blood to perform a test. 

(It had amused him at the time to see that the Commander seemed rather relieved to find out this news. “It would have been another thing to have to worry about,” Cody had told him with a grin, “and I have quite a lot on my plate as it is.”)

The connection between them is all, to put a word to it that causes the Jedi to flush in shame, rather intimate.

Obi-Wan is certain that Cody doesn’t know how he feels about him - at least, he hopes.

He has invested far too much of himself in hiding his reactions as the months have passed - tempering the way his gaze and presence constantly gravitates towards Cody when he’s near, having to school his expressions every time he notices himself softening just a little too much - and as the war continues to wear him down, he knows his ability to keep up the charade is cracking.

… Enough so that Anakin has noticed, evidently.

He closes his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temples in a vain attempt to prevent a headache from forming. This would all be very well and fine if not for… he feels his jaw tighten -

That damn kiss.

Obi-Wan had other options at the time, surely - he must have done. So why couldn’t he think of any? Cody couldn’t have said no, not with the stakes as high as they were, and the thought that he might have taken advantage of his Commander’s trust crushes him.

And worse than that - much worse, to Obi-Wan’s mind - the thing that he’s lamenting the most here is that he can never un-know - can never erase the memory of what it felt like to have Cody’s lips move against his, can never forget the taste of the man he can never have in his arms again. 

He is, simply put, going to be haunted by the complete knowledge of what he must deny himself for the rest of his days.

His insides roil with shame. How selfish can he be that he’s been more preoccupied with that than the way he undermined Cody’s autonomy?

Sighing, Obi-Wan supposes that he’s spent more than enough time standing in a room with no lights on, behaving more like some angsty teenager with little better to do other than act like a lovesick puppy than a Jedi Master with several incredibly pressing matters to attend to.

His hand hovers near the door controls, not quite activating them yet as he gathers himself back together.

He can make it up to Cody. He will.

Obi-Wan draws on the Force, allowing it to settle his mind as much as he is able. Determination etches itself upon his features as he steps out once more into the hallways of the Temple.

Time to get back to work.

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Cody’s fingers curl around the small bottle of painkillers he’s been administered, murmuring a word of thanks over his shoulder as he exits the medbay. As soon as he’s out of sight, he stuffs it into his pocket. Helix means well, but he knows he’ll be fine without them.

He hates feeling compromised, less aware than he usually would be (unless it’s at 79’s after a successful or particularly harrowing campaign, but being drunk always feels different being on painkillers - more in his control, somehow).

Besides, he’s had worse than this - far worse in fact, especially after the healing earlier. All he has to do is push through the pain enough to fall into his bed, and then he can sleep it off. 

Easy.

The door to his quarters slides open smoothly ahead of him. Cody’s so tired at this point that he very nearly doesn’t notice the Jedi’s presence at all, until he’s already halfway across the room.

When he does, all he can eloquently muster to say is: “... Oh.”

Obi-Wan is sitting at Cody’s desk, a stack of datapads left on the surface behind him. A few pieces of Cody’s armour lay in his lap, and he’s currently occupied with rubbing a cloth in small, circular motions over the surface of his helmet with a firm yet precise hand. He glances up at Cody’s inelegant noise, offering a warm smile.

“I hope you don’t mind me commandeering your space like this,” he greets softly.

Cody’s eyes are glued to his armour. Being cared for. In Obi-Wan’s lap. The neurons in his brain are firing in an array of different directions, but not one of them seems to be interested in forming a single coherent thought.

“That’s… quite alright,” he somehow manages to respond, the words feeling a little strangled in his throat.

He had given Obi-Wan his express permission to handle it, before.

Early one morning during a campaign out in the field, he’d managed to misplace his bracers in their tent. The Jedi had instinctively picked them up bare handed to pass them over when he found them, and had recoiled in genuine horror when he realised the implications of what he’d just done. 

(“I am highly aware,” he had said, glancing guiltily at Cody a minute or so after, once the flush had finally disappeared from his face, “that touching a Mandalorian’s armour without their consent is a grave insult. I can’t apologise enough, Commander. I didn’t think.” 

Cody turned, pausing in the midst of fiddling with the straps of his chestpiece.

“We’re…” he had started, not wanting to make Obi-Wan feel awkward. He searched for the right thing to say that didn’t sound too dismissive. “... Not entirely Mandalorian,” was what he eventually settled on. An evasion, perhaps, but he didn’t really know what else to say. 

“No, but you and the Vode share aspects of their beliefs all the same. I should have checked.”

They had lapsed into silence after that, donning their armour in tandem as they had on so many mornings of the war before then. Cody had taken the moment of quiet to mull over the thought a little. 

It was correct to say that, similar to that of the Mandalorians, a clone’s armour was generally a… personal affair, only ever really handled by themselves and the brothers they were close to, or a partner if they were that lucky.

But the truth of the matter was, Cody hadn’t even thought twice about the Jedi handing the bracers over - it didn’t feel particularly like a faux-pas, and certainly not like a violation of any kind. At the time, he hadn't been entirely certain as to why that was.

“It… is true that it’s a matter of trust,” Cody had slowly begun, and Obi-Wan winced.

“Of course,” he hastily interrupted, his tone one of self-admonishment. “Which is why I’m incredibly sorry I–”

“But I trust you, General,” he added quickly, before the Jedi could apologise again. “I’m fine with you touching my armour, if you ever have the need.”

It was a simple statement, very easily made given all they’d gone through together, but it seemed to take Obi-Wan by surprise all the same. Another flush had coloured the Jedi’s cheeks then, though it looked to be a rather pleased one this time.

“Ah,” he had murmured, looking for all the world like he didn’t quite know what to say. Cody had found it strangely endearing - what a state to reduce the famous ‘negotiator’ to. “Well, I… am honoured, Cody. Thank you.”)

That being said, there is a marked difference between Obi-Wan holding his armour for just a few seconds at a time to hand over or to admire, and… polishing it.

Not that Cody minds. Not that he minds at all. He takes great care to try and shield the way his heart suddenly feels like a drum pounding against his ribs, and offers a shaky smile.

“I thought you would be drowning in reports by now.”

Obi-Wan continues to work on the helmet as Cody realises that he shouldn’t just stand there, gawping in the middle of his room like an idiot. He sits down on the edge of his bed, trying not to give into the temptation to overthink every action he takes in an attempt to look ‘normal’.

His palms feel slightly sweaty as he watches his Jedi expertly apply the polish to the plastoid surface - just as Cody himself would do it. He must have been taking notes.

He doesn’t know the significance, Cody tries to remember, mentally chastising himself for getting so carried away. He’s just being kind. He knows that I would usually do this first thing after a mission, and he doesn’t want me to neglect something so important, just because I’m ill.

“I wanted to check in on you first. What was Helix’s verdict?”

Cody, despite the unexpected distraction sending his system into overdrive, isn’t quite able to stifle a yawn. Stars, he’s tired.

“That I’ll be fine with a little rest,” he answers truthfully. He’s perhaps being deliberately vague about the exact amount of rest that had been prescribed for him, but that’s neither here nor there. “There was a small blip on the brain scans, but he couldn’t seem to figure out the origin. I passed all the cognitive tests, so he’s not particularly concerned.”

Obi-Wan frowns when he hears that, but nonetheless nods slowly. “As long as he’s keeping an eye on you.”

“Rapid healing,” Cody reminds him. “I’ll be fine.”

Obi-Wan hums, unconvinced. Neither of them can really talk when it comes to the other being too blasé about their health, though they always try.

They fall quiet for a moment as the Jedi’s attention returns once again to the work in his lap. Cody’s eyes track the hypnotic movement of his hands, caressing his armour like it means something to him.

Oh, those hands. Those clever hands that he’s watched be equally capable of both excruciating tenderness and exquisite violence. 

Stroking the hair of a frightened child or clenching into a fist to crush a battle droid from half a battlefield away; soothing a wild creature or wielding a lightsaber like an instrument of certain death.

Cody has seen those knuckles bloodied as many times from punches as from sewing up wounds… and now here they are, tending to the armour that, by some measures of Mandalorian belief, is tantamount to his soul.

He longs to press his lips to them.

“If it’s all the same to you…” Obi-Wan murmurs, startling Cody from his reverie. “I’d feel more at ease if I could work on the reports here while you rest. Just in case…” the Jedi trails off.

He worries far, far too much, Cody thinks, but he knows Obi-Wan feels guilty about being the one to ‘cause’ the injury in the first place. The Stars above know he’d be fretting just as much were their positions reversed.

He doesn’t really need a moment of consideration, but he pretends to take one anyway. He sleeps better than he ever does when Obi-Wan is on watch nearby, but to tell him so would be saying far too much.

“I don’t mind,” Cody says in an approximation of nonchalance, swinging his legs up onto his cot. Usually he wouldn’t sleep in his blacks unless he’s out in the field, but he’s not exactly about to strip off while Obi-Wan is in here. “I really am fine, but I know that saying that won’t change anything.”

Cody watches Obi-Wan try and suppress a grin as he settles down under the blanket, the Jedi neatly setting down the armour in a pile on the desk and starting on the stack of reports.

“My dear Commander,” Obi-Wan says, clearly attempting to sound woefully put out. “Are you accusing me of being stubborn?”

Cody matches his tone, rolling onto his side with a gasp of offence. “I would never.” 

He relishes in the quiet chuckle the joke earns him, tucking that smug sense of satisfaction away into the pocket of his heart that his Jedi has long since made a home in. He loves making him laugh.

Obi-Wan waves his hand in the direction of the entrance to the room, dimming the lights to something he can still work in but that will allow his compatriot to find sleep a little easier. Cody is, as ever, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

“Mm. Well, speaking of stubbornness, my staying here also has the benefit that I can keep an eye on you in the event that you try and wrestle these reports from me to complete yourself,” Obi-Wan returns lightly.

It was a hard won battle to get the Commander to agree to not work tonight, and truth be told, if Cody was feeling the slightest bit better he would be trying to cajole Obi-Wan into letting him help a little. The Jedi knows him well.

That said, Obi-Wan had made him promise. 

“When have I ever disobeyed orders?” Cody murmurs, allowing his eyes to slip closed. The darkness is a sweet relief, indeed.

He doesn’t need the Force to sense the incredulous way his General rolls his eyes. “Need I remind you of Halidren?” 

“Need I remind you that you have repeatedly stated that you admired my actions on Halidren?”

The Jedi is quiet for a few moments as he considers this, tapping away at the datapad in front of him.

“... That’s besides the point. The point was you suggesting that you’d never gone against orders,” he answers, a gentle mirth in his tone. 

Cody lets out a quiet huff of amusement. He’s far too tired for effectively trading words right now - he’s sure he’d have something substantial to counter with were he at full capacity. “Mm… I suppose you win,” he concedes, his voice a soft mumble as sleep begins to call to him. “Maybe you should keep an eye on me, then.”

“It shall be my sacred duty,” Obi-Wan vows, the smile in his voice evident. “Sleep now, Cody.”

It’s a fair request. Cody decides he should probably do as he’s asked. The quiet that falls over the room is punctuated only by the soft sounds of their breathing, the sound of typing, and the occasional unintelligible mutterings from the Jedi as he works. 

It’s not long before Cody succumbs to his exhaustion, the peace and safety he feels lulling him to his very needed slumber.

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Dreams of Halidren visit Cody that night, the lingering memories of that day flitting through his sleeping mind.

He’s on the dusty ground, and he doesn’t know how long he’s been running, only that his legs ache terribly underneath him as they pound against what remains of the pavement underfoot. 

This wasn’t an ordered course of action, he didn’t have permission to split off from the main group. Or perhaps ‘not ordered’ is a little generous. If anything, he’s going directly against command - ‘no detours’ had been the fairly explicit order he’d been given.

He only hopes General Kenobi can forgive him, or he’s in for hell during the debrief later - or perhaps decommissioning, if his new General was inclined to the idea. It doesn’t seem likely from what he’s seen over the past few weeks, but Gods help him, Cody’s willing to risk it. 

Regardless, it’s a little too late for regrets now.

He skids through the mud, pulling himself to a stop amongst the debris in front of him. A series of small, attached suburban homes - or at least it was earlier today. The clankers have done no small amount of destruction to the village in the past week, and despite the battalion making progress in pushing them out, the number of civilians that have perished thus far are devastatingly high.

Perhaps that’s the reason why he’s risking so much for this - or maybe it’s the lack of sleep he’s had since this campaign started. All Cody knows is that he doesn’t have much of a choice to back out of this sudden insanity, so he may as well commit.

“Come on, come on…” he mutters to himself, making his way through the ruins. He’d heard it earlier on the long range scanners, he knows he did - Waxer had, too. Maybe he’s too late. Maybe–

The plaintive wail of an infant nearby nearly makes his knees buckle with relief. He was fast enough. They’re still alive.

Cody beelines for the source of the sound, his gloved hands pulling desperately at the wreckage. Just under a collapsed awning, he catches a hint of movement, spying a shock of dust-smeared blue skin. 

With shaking hands, he reaches in to gently extract a tiny Pantoran baby from the debris of what would have once been its home. The small thing wriggles and fusses in his arms, clearly terrified. He removes his helmet to hopefully give the infant something to focus on, praying silently that they’ll be calmed by the sight of another person - the last thing he needs is their cries attracting droids to their location.

“Shh, now,” Cody murmurs as soothingly as he can, cradling them carefully to his chest as his heart pounds. They’re so heartbreakingly small, covered in dirt and dust. It’s a wonder they can breathe at all. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”  

Night has fallen by the time he returns to the camp, the little one finally having given into their exhaustion and now sleeping fitfully in his arms. 

It’s frankly a miracle that they made it back in one piece, given that Cody had had to stealth past an unexpected patrol of clankers while trying to keep his charge from wailing or fussing, but fortune had seen fit to smile upon them, it seems - a fact that Cody is immeasurably grateful for. Risking his life and position in the GAR by trying to save a single baby would be an action only made more idiotic by dying in the process.

The sight of the stoic Commander clutching the baby so protectively to his chest draws a few stares from his men as he moves through the camp, but he pays them no mind. He can answer all of their questions later, but for the moment, a sense of urgency fills him. 

He’s careful not to jostle the little one too much in his arms as he breaks into a light jog, heading over to the command tent. There’s not much point in delaying the matter - he knows he’s messed up fairly spectacularly, but he has enough pride to at least face his punishment head on.

Even at this time of night, Halidren is not particularly a dark planet. Their camp is lit up by a number of glowing insects, all fluttering around the soft lantern light that emanates from the tent at the centre. On previous nights, Cody might be moved to call such a sight ‘pretty’. Tonight, however, ‘ominous’ seems to fit the bill much more accurately.

Cody hesitates just briefly outside the entrance of the tent, overhearing voices within. 

“Be that as it may, Waxer,” the Jedi says, his voice as even and calm as ever, “I would rather like to hear the Commander’s explanation in his own words.”

“Sir, it really was my idea,” Waxer protests in turn. Cody sighs to himself. Of course the loyal fool is trying to take the fall for him. He squares his shoulders, pushing open the tent flap. “Cody didn’t–”

“I can speak for myself, thank you, Lieutenant,” Cody interrupts as he steps through. He meets his General’s gaze briefly, trying to discern just how much trouble he’s in from his expression alone. Kenobi remains as unreadably passive as ever. 

They’re… friendly, with one another, despite it still being early days. More than that, even - Cody had seen fit to give the General his name not long ago, after all - but he still can’t predict how he’s going to react to insubordination quite like this.

Waxer turns, visibly breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of his Commander and the infant currently resting against Cody’s chest, both unharmed. He never was very good at hiding his emotions. 

“You’re dismissed, Waxer,” Obi-Wan commands softly. The Lieutenant salutes and dips out of the tent, but not before giving Cody a small, supportive nod.

For a long, tense moment, the only sound that fills the tent is the soft breaths of the sleeping baby as they clutch at the edge of Cody’s chestplate.

“So,” the General starts, his eyes lingering on them as they wriggle in their sleep. “This is who I have to thank for my Commander running off on his own, then?”

Cody shifts the little one in his arms protectively, holding Obi-Wan’s gaze. Nervousness claws at his chest, but he doesn’t let it show. He doesn’t regret this decision, and there’s no point in pretending to be sheepish - he stands by his choice, unwaveringly. 

“I tried your comms, sir,” he says, steady yet quiet, so as not to wake the little one, “but they were inactive at the time. The droids were closing in on that quadrant. I had to make a call.”

“Absolutely you did, Commander,” the Jedi replies, folding his hands in front of him. “An incredibly reckless call at that. If you had died while out there, this entire campaign might have been compromised.”

He steps around the holotable in the centre of the tent, stopping just short of the Commander. Cody stands tall, despite the part of his mind that insists he shrink into himself.

“And,” Obi-Wan continues, “I’m sure you know that the GAR rulebook would command you to have stayed put. Orders from a CO should be absolute, regardless of how you feel about following them - unless you believe that to do so would be to commit treason.” 

He pauses briefly, before his expression breaks into a small, approving smile. “So let it be said, I am immensely grateful to have the head of my battalion know when to make his own calls.”

Cody blinks. 

No reprimand? Not even a slight slap on the wrist?

“... Sir?” he prompts, bewildered.

A soft whimpering sound comes from the Pantoran between them as they start to wake, and Obi-Wan closes his eyes, pressing his palm to the baby’s forehead. Cody watches as they near immediately fall back to sleep, soothed by whatever is being channeled to them through the Force. 

The small tent feels as if it’s become a factor more peaceful around the two of them, though whether that’s through an excess of soothing energies from Obi-Wan’s use of the Force filling the space or just the sheer relief he’s feeling, Cody isn’t sure.

“I cannot in good conscience fault you for a reckless decision that I myself would have made,” Obi-Wan murmurs softly, opening his eyes again. An amused smirk tugs at his lips. “Though let it be said that I may have had a few concerns, had you not properly informed your squad beforehand and delegated responsibility… but it seems that even in your rebellious moments, you remain one of the most organised people I know.”

Cody offers Obi-Wan a tentative smile, a sense of pride swelling up within him at the assessment. 

“I’m… glad you see it that way, sir,” he says, “I just… when we heard the crying over our scanners, I couldn’t…” he shakes his head as his gaze falls to the once again sleeping little one, carefully adjusting them in his arms. 

When Cody looks back up at Obi-Wan, he realises the Jedi has been watching him with an expression that borders on tender. He feels a flush prickle at his neck, noticing just how close they’re standing.

“Your empathy is a remarkable quality, Commander,” Obi-Wan murmurs sincerely, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And the fact that you were willing to risk court martial for the life of an innocent speaks volumes to your character. I’m incredibly grateful to have been paired with you and the 212th.”

If Cody wasn’t flushing before, he is now. 

“Thank you, General,” he manages to say without stammering, “To speak freely, I’m… incredibly glad we’re aligned in this matter.”

The Jedi smiles, a warm and sincere thing, before he turns back to face the holotable and clears his throat quietly.

“We’ll bring the child back to the rest of the rescued civilians,” Obi-Wan says, his voice once more his usual tone of calm and command. “Their parents may not be around any longer, but I’m certain some family or neighbours will be.”

He turns his head, giving the Commander a small nod. His eyes betray the pride he feels in Cody’s actions, and Cody tries very, very hard to not let it go to his head. A little bit of it does, regardless. “Thank you very much, Cody. That will be all.” 

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The lights are still out when Cody’s eyes flutter open, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Not quite morning, his internal clock tells him, but perhaps somewhat close to it.

He’s warmer than usual - likely the reason why he’s woken up at this hour, he suspects - and it slowly dawns on him that he’s still in his full under-armour gear. With a small groan, he pulls himself into a sitting position. He’s about to pull off his shirt when he hears a quiet sigh from a few paces away.

Startled, Cody’s head snaps around to the source of the noise, already reaching for the blaster under his pillow before he realises what - or, more accurately, who - is sharing his room tonight.

Obi-Wan is still at Cody’s desk, crumpled over with his cheek pressed to the surface. He must have fallen asleep some time ago. 

Cody exhales deeply, the panic of a potential threat fading slowly from his system. It’s definitely not the first time one of them has fallen asleep in the other’s room, he just hadn’t been expecting it this morning. 

It seems that Obi-Wan really had been serious about keeping an eye on him in case the concussion proved to be worse than they’d thought - Cody can’t help but smile a little at that. He might think it’s ridiculous and over-cautious, but it’s sweet that he cares.

He stills for a moment, watching the way that little curl of hair the Jedi usually keeps pushed back from his forehead flops over his face, stirring with each exhale of breath. It would be endearing if the position he’s in didn’t look so uncomfortable.

Checking the chrono at his wrist, Cody takes a moment to stretch his upper body, relieving the kinks in his back with a muffled grunt before slowly rising from the bed. 

It’s 05:30, decidedly late enough that he may as well get a head start on training, prep the meeting room before they officially start for the day - he knows he won’t get more sleep tonight, so trying feels fairly useless.

He doesn’t want to risk waking Obi-Wan, so he resolves to shower and shave in the communal bathrooms - the boys won’t mind, he’s sure. It’s become a personal rule of thumb to never interrupt the General when he’s out like this, given how he seems to struggle to rest more often than not. He deserves every extra minute he can eke out, Cody thinks fondly.

As he turns to leave, he glances back at the Jedi, the slightest of frowns passing over his features. He… can’t just leave him in such an awkward position, can he? 

Cody sighs, knowing he has to do something about this, just not sure what. He glances between Obi-Wan and the bed - he can’t exactly carry him over there without disturbing him. A compromise will have to do, then.

After a moment of thought, Cody takes the topmost blanket from his bed and drapes it over the Jedi’s shoulders, stilling briefly at the contented sigh that this elicits from his sleeping companion.

He hunts through his room for something he can use as a flat enough pillow so that he doesn’t have to adjust Obi-Wan’s head too much, and settles on an old civvie jacket that’s considerably tattered, but good enough for this purpose, he thinks.

He folds it up, gently nudging it underneath the Jedi’s cheek. Even when unconscious, Obi-Wan seems to read his intentions well, as he soon shifts to nuzzle his face into the fabric, miraculously barely stirring at the interruption. 

Cody can’t help the smile that softens his features at the sight. He wars with himself internally, before his sense of longing wins out over his propriety.

Slowly, he dips his head, brushing the lightest of kisses to Obi-Wan’s temple.

Sleep well, cyare, he thinks, but doesn’t dare to voice aloud as he retreats back to the threshold of his room, leaving Obi-Wan to what he hopes will be a much more comfortable rest now.

They’ll be back to normal from today, he muses to himself - no undercover aliases to affect the way they look and act, no need for unnecessary physical closeness and touch.

The realisations he’s had about his feelings, while unexpected and unbalancing for a time, are things he can brush to the side: that he can acknowledge, but still lock away. 

They are, in the grand scheme of things, unimportant to his day to day life, at least for the moment. The war takes precedent, as it should. 

Obi-Wan never has to find out, he reasons, though a part of Cody aches tremendously at that idea. He soothes that small, protesting voice by imagining that perhaps one day, after the war is over, he can find a way to broach the topic with him. Not that he expects any kind of returned sentiment, of course - such a thing would be almost laughable - but just to get this tremendous weight off of his chest, so there can be no secrets between them once more. 

Cody nods decisively as he makes his way down to the training rooms. Yes, that sounds reasonable. He can work with that, he thinks.

He hopes.

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[onlykenobimatters]

Codywan crack fic where they’re getting freaky deaky except maybe the ship is attacked or something but they get jostled and Cody hits his head hard enough that he cracks his chip and it’s caught on a scan when they get around to getting to a medic. They start to visibly sweat when asked what they were doing when the chip was broken—

[phoneycam]

(brainrot 5(?))))

Soulmates experience the same nervous or involuntary tics at the same time.

It all starts as an innocent inside joke from the 212 troopers. How their high officer where the best and one of the key proves of it was how in tune they are with eachother. That thought slowly evolved with every interaction they were able to witness until it turned into a kind of game, trying to understand just how deep the synchrony went. Space bingo if you will.

1.

Ever since he decided to have a beard, he touches it. at first it was because of the new sensation, later to show it of as one should do, then to display knowledge in hopes to seem more wise and finally evolving in his "in deep thoughts" pose.

It was on the early battles when it first happened. The clones weren't comfortable enough yet to being openly without their buckets and so, the moment both officers moved to rest their chin on their hand, Cody hit his helmet causing him to make an aborted movement pretending that he was trying to adjust it when the general turns to look at him. There is a pregnant pause around the holotable before Obi-Wan turns back to the holotable and the commander has to survive the rest of the meeting with the constant snickers from his brothers inside his helmet.

2.

In times of high stress situations he tends to scratch the back of his head, particularly the place where his padawan braid was, an unconscious tick he picked first from his time in Melidaan. He got to overcome it over the years when he came back to the temple, only to pick it back up after Qui-Gon died and he became a knight.

The first time the troopers note it is in Christophsis. Anakin is being he's usual reckless self causing Obi-Wan the go grey early with his invisible ship against a hole separatist fleet, and he doesn't even realize he's hand moving up to pass it over the back of his head, nor that his commander repeated the exact same movement at the exact same time, too distracted with the fight in sight. The other troopers on the bridge however? they did notice.

3.

This one happened before they where about to land in a highly unknown planet with an astonishing lake of information. They were walking into a trap, not that they knew at the time that.. or well.. not until both General and Commander deepened their frowns and mumbled quietly "I have a bad feeling about this". This time they did notice it tho and turned to look at eachother with a surprised look while the soldiers around them are gapping with a collective thought of "Oh kark we are so doomed" and "lmao check another one for the team."

4.

A defect of using a helmet for so long, is that you start forgetting how to keep a straight face and our dear commander, starts slipping his controlled mask especially when faced with stupid decisions. This is one of the main reasons him and Anakin do not get allong well. Because one of the first times they were all reunited strategizing their next move, Anakin decided to offer his brilliant idea and almost cried when faced with the pure power of the combined disgust Obi and Cody were inadvertently showing.

Ahsoka and Rex thought it was hilarious, Obi-Wan had to apologies multiple times before his formed padawan stopped sulking and demanding Obi-Wan to spend less time with his commander and the rest of the troopers just checked another mark.

5.

Kamino has never and will never be an easy place to live in. The facility was a nightmare and no one knew this better than the clones themselfs, between the kaminioan, the trainers and the Alpha batch, life was a challenge and any little quirk can be a dead sentence if you're not careful enough. Cody knows this and learns to deal with it.

It's in the middle of a peace negotiation with the local authority when they noticed it.

It was a small group for this mission, just Cody, Obi-Wan, Boil and Waxer accompanying a Coruscant team of negotiators. The prime minister of the planet was being unpleasant during the whole meeting, with nasty comments, senseless demands and baseless accusations towards eveyone. All bark, no bite.

The jedi was leading the negotiations putting him in front of everyone with the commander by his side; Waxer and Boil standing just behind them notice a pattern pretty quickly. Everytime the minister said something bad about the jedi or the clones, both of their officers would each start drumbeating their fingers with their thumb. A small thing that no one else could notice because their hands were behind their backs, but remarkable enough for the troopers witnessing it as a checkable tic.

6.

Dex notice the next one.

Obi-Wan likes to take every clone he can to visit Dex's reastaurant at least once, but the most regular companion is always the cammander. Not that it bothers him, in fact, he is rather fond of the good commander, but he can't help but notice how everytime the principal door opens a little bit harder than needed, they both will tense up and inmediatelly look at eachother.

And yeah idk, i just think it's neat as an idea. I can imagine a lot more of little scenes like these. Maybe some time latter both realize, maybe they know, maybe they will purposely start doing some to just mess with the troops, maybe it would save the galaxy somehow... just saying..

[michaelaariadne]

I didn't let my writing block win! So I'm back with another fill for the @codywanfirstkissbingo, for the angry kiss prompt

As for warnings, Obi-Wan is presumed dead for like most of the fic, there are also non-graphic descriptions of injuries.

I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

After thinking his general is dead for a bit too long, Cody would do anything to just get him to the medical.

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