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It’s easy if you’d do it right Part 2

Commander Cody x Jedi Reader

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Summary: After their meeting in the trainings hall the Jedi avoids the Commander…turns out he doesn’t likes it.

Word count: 1793

Warnings: feelings, fluff, mentions of war, use of Y/N, fmc, mentions of loss, intimate moment, lots of sexual tension, let’s just say no walls were harmed, angry Commander Cody, Obi-Wan being a wingman, angsty, swearing

A/N: Here is finally part 2 of “it’s easy if you’d do it right”. I hope you like the last part of this little one shot. Originally this had an other kinda outcome with more angsty Cody, but I guess this one’s better, but idk. Let me know if you want to read the other one as well.

“And that’s how we’ll do it. Anakin and the 501st will help us after.” Master Kenobi ended the briefing for us. We were heading to a mission in the outer rim and suspected Grievous there. There was a good chance that we could finally catch him and destroy his army of clankers and bring a bit more peace to the galaxy.

„Commander, Admiral you are dismissed“, Obi-Wan finished and gave me his full attention as they left us alone. I raised my eyebrows. When he looked at me with that look I felt like I’d done something wrong. Massively wrong.

„What is it Obi-Wan?“, I sighed rubbing my temples displeased.

His arms crossed while his face turned from full serious to an huge smile as he noticed that everyone else had left us behind.

“My dear, what did you do to our beloved Commander?”, he asked eyebrows raising slowly and smile widening. I never saw Obi-Wan like that before and I knew him a while now since he kinda adopted me to his -now our- battalion. Excited and fully invested in someone else’s drama if you’d call it that. This man was here for the tea. I always thought he was the calm and sticking to the rules type of guy and not like Skywalker. A man who gave a kriff about rules and just did his mission like he likes it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I mumbled under my breath turning slightly away from him, but he was a Jedi Master. Looking right through me and my flustered behaviour. And he also knew his Commander very well and noticed that Cody behaved different than normally. Not visible for someone who didn’t know him as well as we did, but still kinda obvious if you’re looking for a change in his mood.

“We both know that this is a lie. You’re both acting weird since a few days and you’re ignoring him completely. What happed to you and your friendship? Did Cody do something wrong?” Master Kenobi was worried. I could sense it, but behind his worry was something else as well. Hope. But hope for what?

“Master”, I began, but he disrupted me.

“He tried talking to you, but you’re avoiding him. I saw it the other day.”

I bit my lip. Regret waved like flames through me. I knew that he wanted to talk. I sensed it, but after all meetings I just raced away so we didn’t have to talk about it. After our meeting in the trainings hall I thought he just wanted to forget about it and keep moving on without lending it a second thought. Cody had seemed so unbothered like it was and meant nothing to him when my comm interrupted us, so I tried to calm my nerves and feels for him as I suggested that I didn’t have a chance if I tried talking to him. He seemed uninterested in me. Like he didn’t have the same feelings as I had for him.

“I’m sorry.” The apology was weak and Obi-Wan knew that as well. But at least it was honest.

“Don’t say that to me. Speak with Cody. He isn’t himself anymore and I worry about him as much as I do for you, my dear.” Fathers like he patted my shoulder before I left to go to my room. I had to clean my thoughts before I could finally speak with Cody ‘cause Obi-Wan was right. I had to talk to him. We worked together and things would not turn out well on the battle field if we didn’t clarify everything.

But for now I had to clear my thoughts. Otherwise I’d just mumble nonsense plus announce things he didn’t want to know about. Like my romantic feelings for him. My not-so-Jedi-like attachment to him.

Deep in thoughts, as I walked to my barracks, I didn’t notice the person following and quickly catching up on me before dragging me into an empty room and pressing me into the wall. The air in my lungs leaving them quickly as my eyes were going wide as I took the person, pressing me to the wall, in. Cody. Kriff no. He always had the baddest timings.

“What the hell is going on with you?”, he shouted. His eyes were blazing with fire as he pressed me further into the wall. A deep furrow between his eyebrows. He was angry. Fucking angry. I never saw him like that before. Sure, I’d seen him mad if Waxer or Boil had done something stupid again. But not like that. He was for real not himself. His three days beard wasn’t shaved and he looked like a mess and nothing like the Commander everyone respected and looked up to. Deep rings were under his eyes and his eyes itself were entirely sad and exhausted. They no longer had that shine which I adored. And I hadn’t noticed till now. Was too focused to keep myself together to see Cody’s struggle.

“What do you mean?” Was my slow respond. Not very clever, because I didn’t know how to start this conversation and what I should say or even where I should start.

Cody laughed bitter, “You’re avoiding me. You’re fucking acting like nothing had happened between us.”

I gasped for air. The room between us too small to breath clearly. All I could sense was Cody. The Commanders smell was hypnotising and the proximity was almost too much to handle. But even now I enjoyed his company. Even when he yelled at me. I wasn’t scared of him, he was just done with me and my acting. Obviously, I would feel the same way if he’d act like I did.

„Commander I-“

„No, don’t call me by my title. The moment in the trainings hall, I have to know, did it mean something to you? Or was it just a moment you got lost in, ‘cause you Jedi aren’t allowed to have something like that. Because for me it meant something more.“

My breath hitched. There were no thoughts left inside my brain. But there were also no needed, because the next second he pressed his lips into mine. His large hands were on me. My hips, my waist all over me while my own found it’s way around his neck to scrub his scalp with my nails making him moan slightly and parting his lips. He parted mine rough with his tongue and I happily obeyed. Cody was all over me as he kissed me with his teeth, mouth and tongue. But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss on my body and soul. With his hole body looming all over mine and tying me in. Cody was here and he meant this kiss with his hole entire being. I sensed it through the force as it waved like fire right through me. Cody not just wanted me. He wanted me to be his reason to life and fight. And I wanted him to be my reason. A reason that’s every fight and every war worth.

We only broke away from each other to catch a breath. As soon as he wasn’t all over me anymore I missed him and wanted to be this close to him again. I needed him. Needed to feel him as clearly as I had seconds ago.

Our chests were rising and falling heavily as we tried to steady ourselves. Foreheads touching each other while Cody held me close to him. His thumbs making gentle circles around my waist. Spreading goosebumps like he did the other day in the trainings hall. I didn’t look at him, but I felt his eyes on me. Worried that he did something wrong and crossed a line, but also hopeful that I felt the same way as he did.

“You mean more to me, then you should and it scares me so kriffing much. It scares me that I can’t be with you all time to protect you even though I know that you’re able to protect yourself. I can’t loose you and I need you.” His words were almost just a whisper. Full of angst and the fear of loss. Cody lost too many. His brothers and friends. Family. Sometimes it was harder to survive than to die.

As I looked up into his eyes, they were already lingering on me. Searching for a sign that this was okay and I also wanted it.

“Cody”, I breathed his name and sensed how he shifted uncomfortable as his hands on my waist tightens his grip slightly. Like he didn’t want to loose me. Cody was scared of my reaction and I’d feel the same if I had told him straight about my feelings like he just did.

“When I’m not with you I feel incomplete. Whenever I see you around my heart jumps so much and makes me want to forget about the Jedi codex. It scares me to see you on a battle field, ‘cause every time you’re standing there, could be the last time I sense and feel you. See you alive. And I’m pretty sure if I had to see you death on a battle field I’d lose myself.”

My answer was honest and clear. Told him straight how I felt and was absolute right. I never felt as good in my life before. A huge weight was took from my heart.

His forehead found its way against mine again. I felt my one heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Suddenly there was a warmth inside of me that just had to come from Cody and his body. He took a deep breath in, before he said his next words. “What do we now?”

I sighed, “Keeping us a secret till the end of the war. And then we run away together if they want to us to break up.”

Cody sighed heavily. “This will be difficult.”

“But we have to try. Or they kill us both.”

He knew that I was right. Everybody knew about the severe penalties for clones who did not follow the rules and orders.

There was a pause between us. Silence, before Cody broke it again.

“May I kiss you again?”

I smiled while he chuckled slightly, before our eyes met. The sadness was all washed from him. Cody looked relieved and felt relieved as I touched him through the force. A better future for us. That was it what we were fighting for. A new hope for some kind of peace. A future were we didn’t have to fight anymore to be free and could do and feel how we’d liked.

I leaned up a bit to meet him half way, “Yes, Commander.”

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a The Unlucky Ones snippet

“I’ve seen them all together,” Crop stated confidently. “The batch,” he emphasized with a knowing look.

Recoil looked up and snorted. “Right.” She turned back to the stubborn as fuck stain on her bucket. “Talk kark about something else. Everybody knows eerie shit happens when CCs are close together.” She had seen what went down when Marshal Commander Cody and Commander Doom had accidentally bumped into each other. Goosebumps broke out at the mere wisp of the memory and it hadn’t even been bad, or battle conditions. Or anything like what happened after Commander Faye—

“No, I swear,” Crop insisted and Recoil smothered the urge to rub her temples.

“You ain’t seen shit,” Forest chipped in, flopping down next to her and graciously helping himself to her blaster oil.

“You’re welcome,” she hissed and grinned nastily when he slowly put the oil down again.

“Anyway,” Forest continued, turning back to Crop, “as I was saying, you ain’t seen shit. Stop spreading this banthashit or you’ll catch crap.”

Crop tried hard to hide his embarrassment, Recoil would give him that.

“What are they teaching on Kamino these days,” Forest sighed. “We can’t have two CCs within five feet of each other or you’ll literally piss your blacks when the Curse goes batshit. So there’s no way you’ve seen the batch all together.”

Crop’s shoulders drooped. “Okay, maybe it was just a holocall with General Kenobi. But I swear Marshal Commanders Cody, Bly, Ponds, Wolffe, and Fox were there. The whole batch.”

Now that was interesting and disconcerting. Recoil grabbed the blaster oil Forest tried to inconspicuously snag. “What the hells’ brawl needs three systems armies and the homefront?” Campaign planning with two and more battalions already was a headache and a half because despite more soldiers in the dirt, life expectancy dropped ridiculously low.

Crop held up his hands. “No, dude—“

Recoil raised a brow.

“Sergeant,” he stuttered out, flushing red under her unimpressed stare. “It was about the Curse.”

“Did the commanders update containment protocols again when one of them goes berserk?”

“Something’s wrong with it.”

“Fucking hell,” Forest breathed.

“Something is wrong with it,” Recoil echoed. “Something is wrong with the Curse.”

Crop shrugged. “Seems like it. Marshal Commander Cody cleared the war room immediately.”

“Eyes only,” Recoil muttered to herself. “Shit is going to go down if they up the top secret.”

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The Deserter - A CodyWan One Shot

His feet were heavy as he waded through the deep sand. The twin suns beating down on him. His armor had started the chafe as his sweat itched under his blacks. The Bantha had tossed him a few kilometers back, leaving him the arduous task of continuing on foot before the desert sunset brought his inevitable death.

He was close now though, although he didn’t know how he knew. Could he sense it?

The first sun had started to disappear behind the horizon as Cody made his way to the top of a sand dune. Silhouetted against the scarlet sky was a dwelling, sand beaten and worn. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it was uninhabited, but he knew it wasn’t. Again, he was not sure how he knew.

Boyed by the promise of his destination finally within his grasp after years of desperate yearning, Cody continued on. His steps steadier, stronger than they had been before.

He reached the final peak; it was all downhill from here. Cody took off his helmet to wipe his face, noticing a figure standing outside of the dwelling for the first time. He smiled to himself, of course he knew. He’d probably known he was on his way for a while.

Cody tucked his helmet under his arm and continued on, not taking his eyes off him. He felt an invisible electricity as the man’s bright blue eyes looked into his own, even from this far away.

They were ten meters apart before the cloaked figure raised a blaster. Cody froze.

“Are you here to finish the job, my dear Commander?” Obi Wan asked, a hint of humor in his voice but steely determination in his eyes.

“I…I…came to apologize, Sir,”

Obi Wan didn’t lower the blaster and closed his eyes.

“Don’t,” Cody said and watched as Obi Wan’s eyes shot open again, “I want…I need you to trust me. Without…without looking with the force. I…” his voice trailed off. Who was he to ask such things? To set such terms? Obi Wan had every right to be cautious. Who was Cody to ask so much of him? His beloved General.

Cody’s hand went to his blaster, his hand fast as he grabbed it and threw it away into the sand. Obi Wan didn’t flinch, didn’t even move as he did so. He knew. He had to know, Cody thought.

Obi Wan finally lowered his own blaster, a wry smile covering his lips, “I always hoped you would come,” he said, turning back into the small, round dwelling, beckoning for his Commander to follow.

“Here,” Obi Wan said, shoving a cup of water into Cody’s hand as he crossed the threshold.

The first sun had escaped the line of the horizon now, buried in the sand. The second sun’s amber glow illuminated Obi Wan’s house, the white walls transformed into a golden shrine. It might as well have been for Cody. It was where he had come to find absolution anyway.

Cody watched as Obi Wan busied himself, flitting from small room to small room, avoiding eye contact as he did so. It was so unlike him, Cody thought. His General was always so direct, so sure.

As he walked back into the same room as Cody, their eyes met. The blue pools of Obi Wan’s eyes hadn’t been dried up by the desert planet he now found himself on, but the rest of him was a shadow of his former self. His skin tan and worn, the hair once so cropped and neat hung long and shaggy. The grey streaks that had been visible at the end of the war had taken over the copper hue, each color battling for supremacy.

This was Cody’s doing. Cody and the empire.

“General,” Cody said, hoping to gain his attention. He had come such a long way. So many years of searching.

“I am no longer a General, Commander.” Obi Wan said pointedly.

“And I am no longer a Commander, Sir.”

They paused and gazed at each other. “Very well, Cody.” Obi Wan said. A warm smile erupted on his face.

How many years had Obi Wan wanted to call Cody by his name in public and in private and never be able to? Cody knew it was probably as often as he had longed to call him, his Jedi, Obi Wan.

“Obi Wan, I…” Cody stumbled over his words. He’d rehearsed this so many times for so many years over and over in his head. It was the silent thought that lit him from within. The one thing that kept him going on mission after mission. It was the one thought that made him leave the empire. It was Obi Wan, the ghost of him that had done that.

Obi Wan stood in the doorway on the other side of the room. His ragged robes discarded, now clothed more casually than Cody had ever seen him, but still every bit the Jedi. Even if he wasn’t allowed to be one anymore.

“I can’t explain it. What I did. I didn’t want to; I knew it was wrong, but I still did it…I am so sorry, General. And I’m so relieved you survived,” The last sentence spilled out in a guttural sob. Cody felt the knot in his chest loosen.

He didn’t know when it happened or how but Obi Wan had crossed the distance between them quickly, his arm resting his Cody’s shoulder. “I fear we were all pawns in a game we had no hope to win, Cody. I trusted you with my life…” he paused, head lowered but eyes raised to his former Commander, “…and my heart. I have no doubt I can do so again.”

Cody would have collapsed in relief had Obi Wan not caught him. Tangled on the floor of the hovel, Obi Wan held the commander as he wept. The years of anguish and self-hatred slowly seeping out.

“Thank you for finding me,” Obi Wan whispered, cupping Cody’s face in his hands and kissing him gently on the forehead.

Obi Wan’s strong arms encircled him, calmed him and with the fading light of Tatooine’s last sun, Cody could finally looked into his lover’s eyes once more and smile.

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Still Up

Marshal Commander Cody × GN!Reader 

Summary: After a long meeting at the headquarters, Cody isn't too pleased that he comes home to find you still up and studying. Rating: General Tags: established relationship, fluff, comfort, eepy together, a little sassy n bossy cody, academia reader, no mentions of y/n, gn reader Word Count: 1.5k A/N: Guess who woke up from sleep at 10 am to work on a oneshot impulse which lines were already written at 4 am? Had to eenie meenie minie moe the clones out of many, but I couldn't stop thinking about Cody lately. Enjoy some light reading below! Inspired by my own *clears throat* unhealthy sleeping habit. Also SOMEBODY STOP MY BRAIN FROM SPROUTING OUT ONESHOT IDEAS WHILE I HAVE LIKE 8 WIP MORE WELL ON THE WAY WITH A DEADLINE.

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“Cyar’ika?”

You blink away from your intense reading at the warm familiar voice. Turning around in your seat, you grin guiltily, yet warmed all the same to find your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your study. Buried so deep in statistical correlation and the discussion part of the journal article you've been reading for the past half hour, you didn't hear the front door unlocking and sliding close with him entering, returning home to you.

You stand up and saunter towards him. “Oh hey you.”

Cody sighs, his shoulders slumping and although gentle, his tone a little chiding. “What the hell are you still doing up?”

You wrap your arms around him, his daylong musk hitting your nostrils comfortingly. “Welcome home,” you sigh into his neck, snuggling your body to the nook and crannies of his armor, already used to the hard plastoid ridges for the past year you've been together. “Missed you,” you mumble, pressing a harmless kiss onto his skin, “so much.”

Feeling his lover's arms around him, Cody can't help but melt into your embrace, burying his face into your shoulder. He's been away from you and your dwelling for a week, and to you, his absence in your home feels like a day with no sun. 

He sets his chiding aside for a moment despite the growing concern within him. But you're alive and well if not tired, as indicated by the developing swollen purple bags under your eyes.

“Me too,” mutters Cody, kissing your temple and meeting your gaze almost sternly, finally letting the concern slide in again. “But I need you to answer my question.”

You shrug, pulling away and gesturing to your desk behind you, where laid an array of datapads and your holocomputer. Cyan from the screens illuminating the room combined with the warm amber ambient lighting itself, the atmosphere creates a sufficient space of comfort for your academic endeavors. “Just looking up for more references on my paper,” you say, “It's due the day after tomorrow.”

“You sure?” He raises a skeptical eyebrow, his scar constricting in the motion. “It's already tomorrow.”

You let out a small chuckle. “No I really mean it,” you reply, absentmindedly tracing his rank insignia with your finger as you stare into his warm amber eyes convincingly. “The day after tomorrow.”

Cody blinks, and draws a breath for yet another sigh. “Sweetheart,” he shakes his head, caressing your cheek, “S’not good for your health staying up this late. It’s almost morning.”

“Says the guy who just came home at 0330,” you playfully bite back.

Cody doesn't even shy away from rolling his eyes. “I'm a commander. Got held up by lots of things,” he reasons seriously, glancing over your shoulder to sweep over the mess on your desk. His eyes soften for a moment, as well as his voice, almost sad, as he questions you, “You been doing this for days?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “Got caf too so I wouldn't fall asleep.”

Again, your boyfriend doesn't even hide the sadness and concern glimmering in his eyes. Cody knows you stay awake all night for your research often when he's away from you and out on a campaign. He knows too that you only sleep early when he's home before midnight – and you still call it early. He loves you very much that he can't just get in your way of achieving your dreams, but he cares about you and your wellbeing just the same.

Cody wouldn't want to bear the pain of seeing you fall ill, especially when the war remains in the heat and he's taken away from you every now and then by duty. Add to that that he's the head of his corps, his amount of shore leaves are dwindling. Promises of coming home early and even spending a whole 24 hours with you is a rare moment, and he wouldn't want to spend every minute of his leave just to see you weakened and bedridden.

But tonight is his lucky night. With his most recent campaign over, he's granted shore leaves for the first time in a couple of months. The anticipation of coming home to you sizzles in the pit of his stomach, making him miss you, wanting to hear your honeyed voice and your cheeky laughter, yearning for your warm body pressed against him in bed while you both reconvene in the beautiful realm of dreams.

“Still,” Cody dismisses your claim, definitely caring about you not picking up an insomniac’s habit, unlike one of his brothers. He presses a kiss into your hair as he fumbles with his vambrace, taking it off. “M’gonna shower. When we're done, we go to bed, alright? I'm on leave, I can help you with your academic osik the whole day.”

Your eyes light up. The way the ambient illumination dances around in your eyes causes comfort to settle within Cody. “Really?”

He nods. “Once we both have enough rest,” he affirms, letting you unclip his helmet from his belt in an effort to help put his armor away. He smiles at you. “You'll be having me all for yourself, cyar'ika. I promise.”

The prospect of your marshal commander lover helping you with your research, scrolling and meticulously sifting through references in your datapads while sipping on his favorite tea with a plate of his favorite chocolate biscuits on the side, warms you that your love for him only grows.

“Promise?”

He yawns, covering his mouth with his fist. “Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” you grin, stopping midway in the effort only to yawn as well. You look at him accusingly. “Ugh, you. You're making me yawn on purpose! Now go shower, Kote.”

Cody smiles at the sound of his Mando'a name rolling off your tongue. Force, he'll never get bored hearing the name uttered with your sweet voice. He takes to the corridor, but not before pecking you on the lips, and you smile in the kiss that ends quicker than you would've liked since he just came home after a while. But rest takes precedence, and you're already feeling drowsy thanks to Cody's gentle chiding.

So you march out of your study, leaving your stuff as it is so it'll be ready to tinker with again when the sun's up. While the shower runs in the refresher, you pat down your shared bed and fluff the pillows so they may greet you both with promised comfort of a long delayed sleep.

Cody steps out of the shower, steam emitting out from the room as he's already dressed with his usual sleepwear – your oversized t-shirt and a pair of checkered pajama pants you'd gotten him at your first mensiversary.

Atop the bed and had already changed yourself to looser clothes, you smile at him as he approaches you. “Ready for bed?”

Cody tugs the covers away from you playfully, the amber in his eyes sparkling with longing despite the little bite in his tone as he chides, “Should've been the one asking you that.”

Laughing, you slip under the covers and scoot onto his side. “We're one and the same, Cody.”

Turning off the lights, the clone commander then tugs you close into his strong arms. The fabric of your – his – shirt is soft against your cheek, his muscles under rise and fall with his breathing. Having just coming out of the shower, Cody smells like how you've always remembered him – of home. And you sigh in delight as you relish in everything that he is – a gentle lover with so much care, all behind a battle-hardened exterior.

You send out your prayers every time he's out deployed, and you send out your gratitude to whatever divines there are in the cosmos once he comes home alive.

With him by your side and you in his arms, truly; that is all you need.

“You're so warm,” you mumble into his shoulder, your eyes heavy. “Sleepy already. It's like you're sucking the caf out of me.”

His chest rumbles with a round of small chuckles – the sound a warm, humble symphony to your ears. “What can I say? It's talent,” he says, smiling against your hair as his fingers trail up and down your back, “Even I made General Kenobi fall asleep on me once. Spat the most gracious apology he had in arsenal and literally jumped away.”

You let out a surprised noise as you reel back to look at his face. “No way.”

“That's what he did,” Cody grins, the sight sending your heart aflutter. “The General knows I have a partner who loves me already, so he respects it.”

You blink. “Oh,” you blush fiercely, imagining the general probably is going to tease the good life out of you both, if you'd ever have the honor to meet the man one day. You’ve liked him since day one for treating Cody as an equally respectable and reputable man despite your beloved being a clone. You smile. “That's very sweet.”

“Mhm.” Closing his eyes and sighing deeply through his nose, Cody shifts in his place, turning to lightly pin you with his weight. “Now, you – seize talking. I wanna sleep too.”

You giggle as you snuggle even more into his warm body. “You were the one with the storytelling, Kote.”

He grunts dismissively, nose buried into your hair. “Night. Bye. Love you.”

You laugh, “You're such a kid!” Cody says nothing in reply, playing asleep, and you decide you'd better follow him before he gets a headstart into your realm of dreams. “Night, Cody, love. I love you too.”

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Armored Heart

As the war trudges on, the senate's interest in protecting the existing Clones wanes, forcing Obi-Wan to find a solution that Cody doesn't originally care for, leading to a discussion that doesn't end the way either of them thought.

Or, a quick and bittersweet one-shot that addresses my headcanon about why the Jedi wear less armor as the Clone Wars goes on.

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Two and a half years. Two and a half years the war had raged on and the loss with it. Two and a half years of Clones - Brothers, men - left to rot in battlefields, names painted on their armor if any from their squads knew them. Shinies rolled out in a matter of hours to take their place. And now, now Obi-Wan and his commander were staring at a holo projection of a committee member representing the Senate denying his request for more plasti-bond to fix his men’s armor. Two and a half years of sending men, his men, into battle, two and a half years of undoing conditioning to offer his troops some semblance of personhood, and the Senate couldn’t even spare them a few credits to repair their most valuable display of identity!

“Perhaps you could source some plastoid from the dead.”

Obi-Wan heard Cody’s low growl from across the holo-table. “I’m afraid that solution won’t work for the men,” the Jedi offered, tone curt as he tried to release his frustration into the Force. “Their armor is too culturally intwined. To be stripped of it in death would be to label the fallen as traitors. I cannot make such a request to ones who have been nothing but loyal to the Republic.”

The committee member did not appear swayed, annoyed expression on their visage, blue and distorted on the patchy hologram this far out in the Outer Rim. It didn’t help they spoke with a translator, words garbled with the weak signal and delayed with the translation. “General, the Senate cannot afford to fund every request.”

Obi-Wan raised a brow. “This is a cost saving measure in the end. By repairing armor instead of replacing it-

“I’m sorry, general, but this is what the Senate has decided on.”

“Without consult of the troops, I’m sure.”

“Consult with the Clones is not required for the Senate to make wartime decisions.”

Oh how that rubbed Obi-Wan the wrong way. He grit his teeth. “Yet they’re the ones you send into battle for you.”

The committee member simply checked their chrono and sighed. “General, we are at war. Everyone has to pitch in.”

Pitch in. Pitch in? Obi-Wan had sacrificed his very ideals as a Jedi to lead in this war. His men suffered and died every campaign for the Republic. Pitch in. How many hours had he and Cody logged in planning battles to prevent loss of life across the galaxy? How many Clones volunteered their very souls to bring safety to civilians in the middle of enemy fire?

Pitch in.

The committee member couldn’t even sacrifice the time to extend this discussion. How was that ‘pitching in?’

Well fine.

With practiced ease, Obi-Wan unfastened his chest, upper arm, and leg armor, dropping it on to the holo-table before the committee member. Cody stared at him wide-eyed from behind the projection.

“If you would please,” Obi-Wan began with strained politeness, “inform the committee we have found a source of plastoid to melt into plasti-bond.” He leaned in. “Oh and do feel free to explain to the press why one of the Republic’s high generals is without armor.”

The committee member scowled but ended the call, leaving only Cody’s tight jaw and tendon-showing neck.

They’d taken the call on the bridge and several officers, Clones and nat-borns alike, were suddenly reinvested in their work. Too interested, really, especially for the night shift.

Obi-Wan took a breath and pointed to the plastoid mound on the table. “Cody, please have that sent to Lipp. I believe he has a processing station in the quartermaster’s office.”

There was no yes sir, just a sharp nod, a clear sign that Cody was seething. Instead, his commander barked an order for Boil to take the armor to Lipp and Cody followed Obi-Wan off the bridge. They stayed near lock-step the whole journey to Obi-Wan’s quarters. Obi-Wan could feel Cody’s emotions through the Force, a tight, red-hot thing that sat unnamed in his gut.

“Tea, commander?” he offered, maybe as a distraction, maybe as a disguise, an excuse to prolong the inevitable words Cody would tear into him.

Again, Cody stayed silent and only followed Obi-Wan through the door. It barely closed before Obi-Wan put up a hand to stop whatever barrage was coming his way. “Not a word, Cody, please.” He crossed to the tiny hotplate and kettle, setting the temperature. “I know you’re upset. I know you think I’m being reckless. But I’ve fought for years without any armor. And if it means the men can repair theirs,” he threw his hands up, “without having to strip the dead, Forcesake, I still can’t believe that was an actual suggestion.” He watched the first of the bubbles appear in the kettle. A sigh, a huff of a thing that blew loose hair from his forehead. “So please, please just….” Another sigh. Heavier, harder. “I’d rather they have their armor. It’s theirs. And it keeps them safe and-“

A finger under his jaw had his gaze turning from the boiling water. The contact was burning, but not as smoldering as Cody’s amber gaze, pupils dark pools that ate up the brown with every blink.

“I love you.”

“Co-“ he was cut off by a press of lips. Rough, needy, wanting, and a bit sloppy in the way a first kiss tended to be. Obi-Wan leaned in closer - Cody still unpracticed but very quickly learning - angling his mouth, repositioning to allow the kiss to deepen, now soft. Warm. Barest moisture.

A moan escaped his throat and it had Cody’s hand curling around Obi-Wan’s waist and pulling him closer. Obi-Wan brought a hand to Cody’s cheek, thumb brushing the trailing end of his scar. His hips hit something. The counter. Cody had backed him up to the counter. The hand on his waist slid lower, and lower, and-

The kettle whistled, a blast of reality to pull them apart.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, still feeling Cody’s breath ghost his lips even as he pulled farther away. With a rough swallow, Obi-Wan attended to the kettle, motions rehearsed and automatic as his mind raced to catch up with what had just happened.

Cody had kissed him. Kriff! He’d confessed his love and-

The overfilled cup burned his hand with the hot water. Kriff, kriff, kriff.

“I should leave,” Cody murmured.

Kriff, kriff, kriff.

“Cody, no. Stay. I…” You what, Kenobi? "I'm sorry.” No, that wasn’t right.

Cody didn’t meet his eyes. “I should check on Boil.”

“Cody.” His hand found Cody’s of it’s own volition. “I… I want this.”

Cody’s gaze was so bright, so hopeful. It killed him to add the rest of it.

“But we can’t.”

Cody nodded, slowly, pain rippling through his sunrise Force presence. “I know.” He slid his hand out of Obi-Wan’s grip and rested it for a moment on his Jedi’s chest, right over his heart. “Should’ve kept your armor.”

“Cody.”

“It’s such a big target.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes again, regretting the moment Cody removed his hand and slipped out the door.

[legobenkenobi]

the thing about Cody following Tatooine that fucking kills me is the amount of dedication and love and real happiness they bring each other is so strong not even Literal mind control could stop it.

it took a Sith Lords most thought out, long drawn plan to even get them apart, and it didn’t fucking stick because Cody loved Obi-Wan SO much that he tracked him down to fucking Tatooine and spent the rest of his life protecting him. because that’s how much they love each other

there’s literally no toxicity corrupting their relationship. it’s so strong and steady and good that it just keeps on going no matter what. every outside force that tears them apart ends up failing because they have a real genuine trust and respect and it’s pure. it completely contrasts everything else in the galaxy.

[oceansssblue]

Sooo... the time for star wars RARE PAIRINGS ONESHOTS requests has come!

No matter how rare weird cringey or wtv the fuck it can be, give it to me! Make me write out of my comfort zone! Or who knows, perhaps that weird shit you're going for is precisely my comfort zone, so don't be shy!

Ever thought of "damn, for some reason I really like this pairing and there's none (or very few) oneshots about it, I wish there'd be more"? This is your chance!

Clone/clone

Clone/jedi

Clone/whoever???

Platonic, romanticly fluffy, sensual, full on smutt, horror, wtv? PLEASE SPECIFY THIS!

Try me! No rules, just send me a text/ask :)

Reblog so all weird people receive this!

Xx,

Blue.

[varpusvaras]

“There has been a development, recently”, Sheev continued, “and I fear that there might’ve been a breach in important military information, that continues even now. I don’t want to alert the suspects yet, so I need you to infiltrate their lives, and report back to me, once you’ve managed to gain their trust. I trust that you understand, how delicate this matter is?” Of course it wasn’t so, in reality, but the clone didn’t need to know anything about what was going on. The only thing it needed to do was to obey. “Yes, Sir”, the Commander said. Sheev kept himself from grinning. “Good”, he said. “Now, Commander. I want you to become friends with Senator Organa, and report back to me everything General Kenobi tells him.” - Or, Palpatine didn't learn from the first time it happened, and tries to get back at Obi-Wan, but this time using the Commander of the Coruscant Guard to do his bidding. It doesn't, perhaps unsurprisingly, go quite as he planned.

A second part/Alternate ending to You say jump, I ask how high (right into conclusions), this time with more death to Chancellor Palpatine!

[masterjedilenawrites]

Marshall Commander, Sir

Cody x fem!reader | 1.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], um... guys, this is the first time i've done any, like, actual smut and idk what tags to put 🙈 soft smut?, PIV, overstimulation, one (Star Wars) curse word, authority kink maybe??

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also, I low-key wanna call Cody Marshall Commander, Sir and see what happens >:3

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

Nights like these were so rare, few and far between. But that made them all the more special. Something to soak up, indulge in.

And oh was Cody indulging.

"That's it, honey," he murmured, "just like that. So good for me..."

His sinful words, low and thick against your ear, only barely distracted from the movement of his hand against your core. Every press, every caress, rolled your body like a wave, kept in time with the cadence of your breaths. Up and down you rocked with the waves, each crest bringing you ever higher toward the euphoria above, that blissful place only Cody could help you reach.

Marshall Commander Cody, that is.

Your third orgasm of the night swelled within you, taking you up, up, higher, higher, until you finally crashed back down. Cody removed his fingers slowly, helping wash away the stinging remnants with a few lingering touches. You were spent. Sweat was at your hairline and your body grew lax in his hold. He smiled against your skin, between the many tender kisses he was placing along your cheeks. His hand came up to cup your face as he continued; his energy was no where close to being as depleted as yours.

Oh you'd really done it with that cheeky remark, hadn't you? You were used to your husband taking his time with you. Whatever nights home he could steal would be put to good use. But this time there was something different in him. Something... insistent. Eager. Not quite desperate or unrestrained; no, if anything he was more in control now than he had ever been. He wasn't just chasing something for himself, or trying to make up for lost time, or any of the other behaviors you'd seen from him in the bedroom. He was surrounding you, clinging to you, ardently pleasing you with tireless attention.

And all because you hadn't been able to help yourself at that gala.

The invitation had been a surprise, but one you'd snatched up immediately, needing to get in the good graces of several senators who sat on the fence about your newest proposal. And then Cody's R&R came early so that he was able to join you as a date. A few glasses of champaign and successfully swayed votes later, you found yourself playing with your husband's attention just a little too freely. It had not been hard to mistake the gazes that lingered on certain parts of your body, the ones conveniently not covered by your gown. And he himself had looked so handsome in his own suit and tie.

So when the night slowed and you found the opportunity to lean over the back of his chair and whisper a suggestive little comment, you had just the thing to say.

"Care to take this dress off me, Commander Marshall?"

You hadn't left his arms for the rest of the night. Not on the ride home. Not when his head went between your thighs, securing you to his face. Not when he had first entered you, and not when he had reached his own high. It was as if he was afraid to let go, to feel more of the air than your skin.

"One more for me," he whispered now. His grip around you relaxed as he shifted himself to be more fully over you. You met his blazing brown eyes with a hazy lust of your own. You were exhausted, but not finished. You would do anything to satisfy this man. Even if all you could do was lay there.

"I'm yours," you whispered back at him, incapable of saying anything more. You used what little strength you had left to bring your legs up in invitation.

Cody grunted and pushed in, unable to hold himself back any longer. His mouth pressed hotly against yours as he began to thrust. His arms still caging you in, holding you close. His chest rubbed against yours, slick from sweat.

He made what you thought was a hissing noise at first, but upon forcing your eyes open, saw he was trying to form words.

"S... say... say it again," he finally spat out. His own eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he rocked above you. He was a man on a mission.

You hummed in a questioning tone. You'd managed to lock your ankles around his back and had your hands grasping onto the muscles of his shoulders as you felt that familiar wave breach your shores.

"What you said... at the... party..." he rasped.

Your head turned to the side, toward the part of the room the two of you had stumbled from hours earlier, discarding clothes passionately, mindlessly.

Cody grunted again and you turned back to see him shaking his head. He hadn't meant the part about your dress.

His cheeks were flushed, and not from the effort of pounding into you. He never showed that in his face. You realized he was embarrassed. Your strong and noble man, blushing at a request to be called something in bed.

A surge of energy rushed back into you at the thought. You began to scrape your nails down his shoulder blades. Your mouth twitched into a smirk. "Yes, sir."

He groaned, long and low. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and you brought one of your hands to continue its scraping along the back of his head.

"Commander, sir."

Another groan, this time accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. He was losing control.

Which only helped you lose yours as well.

"Oh, Commander..."

You weren't trying to sound so erotic; the sound came from deep within, forced out by the constant drum of his cock inside your overstimulated walls.

"Please. Commander. Come with me."

"Kriff..."

His arms squeezed beneath you, holding you so impossibly close. It was the only thing you were aware of as wave after wave crashed between you. You may have blacked out, or you may have simply submerged yourself in the feeling deeper than you ever had. All that surrounded you was Cody and the pleasure you were creating together. Everything else was dark and soundless.

When the waves finally receded, when your wits more or less returned, you hummed against Cody's chest. He was slumped over you, panting heavily, his skin sticking to yours. But he didn't relax for long. He was too much a gentleman to leave his weight on you, even though he could have easily fallen asleep like that. He lifted himself off, pulled gingerly out of you, and used his arms to drag you along as he rolled onto his side.

You nuzzled yourself against him, sliding your fingers through his slicked chest hair. You knew once you drifted off to sleep, he would get up to clean you off and dress you properly for bed, just as he always did. Before you drifted, though, you felt compelled to acknowledge the new side of him you'd met tonight.

"I didn't realize those titles got you going like that."

"I... didn't either." His voice was quiet. You didn't want him to feel embarrassed by his desires, not when they were so harmless. And endearing.

"Well I thought it was hot," you said with a little laugh, worming yourself more into his side.

Thankfully he returned a chuckle of his own, though still a bit shaky and uncertain. "That's good, I guess. I don't know how I'm going to be able to hear anyone else call me that now, though."

You joined his laughter, picturing his face going red as some poor clone from his unit tries to give him a salute. Your bodies gently shook alongside each other. It was a quiet laughter, tired, more like hums. But it reassured you both that it had been a night well spent. In each other's company, learning together, enjoying each other. Just as you always had, just as you always would.

"Love you, dear one," he whispered with an extra squeeze around you.

"And I love you, Commander Marshall, sir," you whispered back just as you drifted away.

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Paint

Cw: angst. Mentions of Cody and Obi Wan. Cody thinks Obi Wan is dead. Grief. Admiral Rampart (yes, he needs a warning). Mentions of order 66.

Summary: After completing Order 66, Cody and his men get instructions to update their armor.

A/n: I originally wrote this a while ago—I think when Tbb s2 was coming out—but held off on posting it here just kinda out of nervousness I guess. this is 100% inspired by that one scene in Tbb s2 when Crosshair doesn’t recognize Cody until he takes the helmet off because there’s no more 212th yellow-

"Commander Cody. The time has come, execute order 66."

"Yes, my lord."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

As the gunship took off towards the great expanse of space, Cody stared into the inner wall of the ship. He still had his helmet on. His brothers around him were all standing still, unmoving, like statues. They had all gotten the order as well.

It didn't seem to bother them, however, knowing that they killed their own Jedi general. Truthfully, it was all Cody that did it. Cody told them to fire. Cody was the one who personally received the transmission. Cody killed General Kenobi.

Cody killed Obi Wan.

Cody's jaw clenched, I killed Obi Wan. He couldn't bare the thought. When he had first gotten the message he had felt the strong need to follow the order. He hadn't felt anything wrong with the order then, why did he feel so terrible now?

Once Cody and his squad reached the imperial base, he went straight to his quarters. Once inside, he removed his helmet, setting it on a table, and sat on his cot. He put his hands in his lap and let his head hang. Why did the order suddenly feel so wrong?

After a few hours Cody was called into Admiral Rampart's office. As Cody stepped inside, helmet on, Rampart eyed him with a strange look. "CC-2224, thank you for coming." Rampart greeted, Cody nodded and clenched his fists at the use of his CC number.

"Now, about what I called you in for today; as you are now part of the Imperial Army, it is only customary that you remove that hideous yellow from your armor. Same goes to any members of your battalion. I expect this to be done by two rotations from now." He explained.

Cody felt his heart drop. Remove the yellow? Why would they be forced into removing the very thing that made the 212th the 212th? Cody doubted his brothers would find this instruction okay.

But good soldiers follow orders.

Cody finally nodded his head, clearing his throat. "Yes, Admiral. I'll get right to it." He managed to get out. Rampart hummed and dismissed him, Cody swiftly left the room.

That night, Cody sat on his cot, paint scraper in hand and armor scattered around the floor. He held his vambrace in his free hand. He stared into the yellow paint. When he first joined the 212th he was honored to be fighting along side an amazing Jedi general such as Obi Wan. He had first felt intimidated by the man, but after getting to know him, Cody had found he was quite pleasing to be around. Obi Wan was kind, brave, loyal, and he cared about Cody and his brothers.

Cody began scraping off the paint of the vambrace. When order 66 was first given, he didn't even feel like himself. It was just the constant reminder 'good soldiers follow orders' and it felt like he was just there. He had no memory of actually wanting Obi Wan dead. Just before, he had handed him his lightsaber for the hundredth time. Obi Wan had lost the thing so much that Cody had put a special attachment on his belt to hang the laser sword.

Cody moved on the the other vambrace, beginning to scrape the paint off of that as well. He remembered when he first painted his armor. He was a shiny, obviously, and he had just joined the 212th. Him and a few of his brothers sat around their new barracks with buckets of yellow paint. They were all so proud and excited to be apart of the 212th. It was always the color that identified them.

Whenever Cody's armor would get scratched badly he would repaint it. Always the same design that he originally came up with. He didn't have any crazy designs like some of the members of the 501st, but he still took pride in his work.

Obi Wan had always encouraged the artwork, often sitting amongst the clones and even helping out when they would paint their armor.

After a bit, Cody picked up his helmet. He stared into the visor, this old bucket had been on many campaigns and had seen so much. It protected him from blaster shots, punches, knives sometimes.  The yellow on the helmet had helped people to identify him. Now that the paint was being removed, would they still look at him and think 'That's Commander Cody of the 212th'?

Cody reluctantly brought the scraper to the gold visor, pressing down on it and sliding it across, taking paint away  with it. He continued the same motion several times until there was no yellow left on the visor. That was the last of the yellow, the 212th yellow.

He rested his helmet next to him on the cot and put his head in his hands and sighed. It was done.

No more 212th yellow.

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

Hi Phie! Congratulations on 200 followers, you deserve all the love! 🥰 I’d like to request prompts 12 and 39 (if I can do two; if not, you can pick which one! No worries!) for Commander Cody (shocker lol) x fem!reader :)

Thank you so much, and congrats again!!

MOLLY!!! This took me so long, I'm so sorry!! (I have another request to complete that I haven't even started yet, but ANYWAY)

Um,,,, this is not a drabble lol. it's a lot longer. It's also more angsty than I intended but I had fun with it tbh 😅

SO!!

Love & War. Cody x f!reader

prompts: 12. "By the gods, you love her, don't you?" (altered to *Maker,...) & 39. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"

warnings: alcohol, slight angst, not beta'd

words: ~2k

summery: Cody gets a talking to from his brothers and has a realisation.

I'm gonna tag @softsunburstlove since I know Nova's currently keenly interested in anything Cody.

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Taking another sip from his drink, Cody sighed as he looked across the bar. His brothers were dancing, talking, drinking. Having a good time. Meanwhile, he stuck to his far corner, drinking in silence. It had been... a long week. With the relentless death of war and the mounts of paperwork and planning and strategy meetings...

But that wasn't the thing stealing Cody's sleep. His mind had been on you. It was always on you. Ever since the day the two of you met.

But he was the Marshall Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic and they were in the middle of a war. He couldn't allow himself any distractions. Thinking of the work he accomplished this week though, and the quality of it, he had to consider the fact that that ship might've sailed.

So he sighed, and he took another sip, and suddenly Wolffe, Gree, Fox and Rex were taking a seat across from him. So much for a quiet evening.

"Been looking for you, brother," Gree started, taking a sip from his own drink. "You been hiding from us?"

"Not at all," Cody replied lamely. One look at Rex told him that he'd seen right through him. Truthfully, he didn't expect to be able to lie to Rex. The man himself couldn't lie his way out of a paperbag, but he was quite discerning when it came to his brothers. Though seeing as he ran the 501st, he likely had to be.

"Really? So you're just hanging out in the far corner of the bar, all by yourself, because you wanted us to find you?" Rex fired back.

"Rex," Cody said slowly, in a tone his brother knew all to well.

Rex relented right away, knowing better than to push him. He knew Cody was a smart man. But he also knew he tended to overthink things. That did mean he was always prepared for any possible outcome. It just... took him a while to get there. And Rex certainly understood the importance of thinking this through well enough.

Wolffe, however, was much more blunt than Rex. And much more curious. And he didn't necessarily care about pushing a bit too hard.

"Codes," he began, and was immediately interrupted.

"Don't call me Codes," Cody said, far too quickly. His statement was met with complete disregard.

"If you have a problem, I'd suggest you talk to your vode. Pushing us away and hiding in some corner isn't gonna get you anywhere, vod."

Cody tapped the side of his cup. Wolffe made an excellent point. Talking to his brothers was usually the way he solved the toughest problems. And when they couldn't be solved? His brothers would buy the rounds until they were. He could always count on them.

But thinking of you now? Of your deep eyes, and your beautiful smile and your loving hands touching his body, caressing away the horrors of the war?

Sharing that felt like giving a piece of it up. Telling anyone at all would feel like it wasn't his, and his alone anymore.

Cody realised it was childish, seeing as Rex had already put two and two together. Not exactly a difficult equation either, seeing as he disappeared for conspicuous amounts of time every few days. And that one time you were at 79's with your friends and you caught his eye across the room and he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. Rex had been right beside him to witness it all. He was grateful that his brother clearly hadn't spoken a word about it, but it did also mean that now that he was having doubts the choice of telling them was his alone too.

Cody sighed deeply, still studying the liquid inside the glass. "It's complicated..."

"Ah," Fox began, nodding knowingly, "it's a girl."

Cody scoffed, looking off to the side. His brothers knew him a tad bit too well.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, leaning over to smack Cody's arm. "And what girl wields enough power to have the Marshall Commander this out of sorts?"

He looked up from his glass briefly to address his brother. "We...," he cleared his throat. "We met shortly after the second Battle of Geonosis."

Wolffe scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Piece of advice, maybe don't try to make a living as a story-teller after the war."

After the war. He'd heard that phrase a lot lately. From you of course. How you'd buy them a house on some back water planet after the war. How you two would start a family after the war. How after the war all would be well. How he could rest after the war.

"Geonosis? That's almost a year ago now, isn't it?" Rex asked, realising that he didn't know as much of the full picture as he once thought.

"Yeah," Cody confirmed. He'd been counting the days since he met you. Wanting to savour every last one of them, knowing that every tally mark on the side of his bunk could be the last.

"So you've been with this girl for...?" Rex trailed off.

"Does it matter?" Cody shot back. Then he threw back the last of his drink and looked out into the crowd again. Gree had brought a bottle of whiskey with him. He quickly filled Cody's cup again, receiving a grateful nod, however, unaccompanied with his usually warm smile.

The others exchanged worried looks, silently communicating what they were all thinking; Cody wasn't himself right now. Something must've happened.

"So a girl," Fox began, always the political one, "A girl you've been with for a while. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, no," he cleard his throat again. "Yeah, it's great," he said, unconvincingly.

"Okay, how'd you screw it up?" Wolffe asked.

"I didn't!" Cody shot back. Too quickly to keep up his detachment. He deflated then, admitting to the fact that he'd lost. "I didn't screw anything up. Neither did she. Everything's been great for a long time."

"Then what's the problem?" Gree asked.

"It's... she takes it as a promise. Something I can keep. Like my surviving the war this long means that we have a future where I don't need to sneak around, lie to all my superiors and brothers and...," he trailed off, emotion swelling in his chest. Damn, how much had he had today? "I know I can't give her what she wants. I can barely keep it up now."

"If it's more trouble than its worth why not just break it off?" Wolffe offered, always the pragmatic one.

Rex shot him an angry look, but Cody understood their brother. He and Wolffe had always been a bit more... detached than the others. Rex didn't date a lot but when he met someone he liked he was head over heels before the first date was over. He couldn't help it, he just felt that deeply.

Cody certainly felt deeply for you but... something permanent? He'd never had that. War would never provide him with consistency. He had accepted that but he wasn't sure you understood that. How could you? You were a civilian. The sweetest, loveliest, most beautiful civilian he has ever met. But this part of him, you would never fully grasp. He accepted that too. At least he thought he did. But lately, more and more, it was like there was a war going on inside of him. His emotions going haywire all the time and he didn't even know why. And more and more, the center of his thoughts, his feelings, his plans... was you. But that wasn't realistic. That wasn't how this was going to end. Right?

When Cody still didn't speak, didn't even look at them Wolffe's eyes widened and he spoke the words Rex was silently begging him to swallow. "Maker, you love her, don't you?"

He might've choked on his drink. "I... what do you... I'm not... I can't," he sputtered in-between coughing.

When he managed to crack his eyes open again, the entire table was looking at him with identical grins. Even Rex, the little shit.

But damn, if it wasn't the truth. The truth he had been too stubborn to admit. The truth that, at it's core, might not have been as scary as it sounded in his mind. Still scary but... there were worse things, right? Right.

The one thing Cody did know for sure is that the rest of this conversation wasn't going to be conducted with his brothers. He quickly jumped up and mumbled "Excuse me."

****

It was late when he knocked on your door. Usually he comm.s first. Just as a curtesy. He's like that. A little uptight, but always with a warm and kind heart behind it.

So you're quite surprised when he shows up out of nowhere smelling of whiskey and smoke and 79's. But you've had worse surprises.

You smile, a bit of concern glimmering in your eyes.

"Cody? Hey, sweetie, is everything okay?"

You remember the last time he showed up like this. It was after a tough mission. The Citadel, you vaguely remember.

Next thing you know he's grabbing your hips and pressing his lips against yours. You're taken aback now, this is totally new. He'd never been that assertive. Always kind, gentle, caring, loving. This wasn't him. There was a new... hunger in him.

You pull away quickly, not because you don't want him to kiss you but because you're worried. When you search his eyes, you see tears in them.

"Hey, hey," you coo gently, cupping his face. "What happened? Who did we lose?"

"No one," he chokes out, shaking his head. He then pulls you close again, burying his face in your hair.

You're still standing in the door, for all your neighbours to see. You couldn't care less.

"Tell me what's going on, love," you whisper into his ear. "What happened?"

He takes a shaky breath to steady himself and walks the two of you inside more, shutting the door behind him.

"I never told you," he says, his voice still impossibly strained.

You grow nervous now. Was he keeping secrets from you? Was there...?

"What do you mean? Is there-?"

He cuts you off. "There's no one else. I just... I never told you... I love you."

A few moments of silence pass and suddenly you're taking a deep breath and a teary smile appears on your face. "That's okay. I always knew. You didn't have to tell me. I could see it. It's okay."

He frowns, his grip on you tightening as he shakes his head, tears threatening to spill. "No, it's not! It's not. I... I should have..."

You cut him off this time. "I have no idea what it's like to be a soldier. But I know that, saying it to you? Knowing that you might not come back next time? It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I didn't mind that you couldn't do it till now. I knew. I always knew."

He heaves a deep sigh, as if a weight fell off his shoulders and leans his forehead on yours, eyes fluttering close. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I'm sorry I wasn't even trying to search my feelings. I'm sorry I wasn't ready to commit."

You smile a little the softest of laughs escaping you, making him feel like his heart was about to burst. "What you couldn't see in yourself, I always knew was there. I never doubted you. You might not have said it, may not have known it was there. But I knew. That was enough for me."

He shakes his head, a few tears falling from his eyes as his nose brushes against yours. "Cyare. How are you so perfect? So patient with me?"

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Because I love you."

He spent the night then, whispering silent promises to you. About love, and the future, of all the two of you would do after the war. But the phrase he said most -- over and over again in fact -- was the one he never thought he'd say to anyone.

[phoenixyfriend]

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There are some strangers in Karakura, and they are giving off the weirdest vibes.

[laurabwrites]

New Fic: A Different Fixation

Darth Maul always suffers Force-given visions of the future for years and years after his defeat on Naboo. In this universe, he fixates on a different target. One a lot less steady as a Jedi. One a lot easier to give a little push into Darkness...

[orangez3st]

Sunshines & Birthdays

Marshal Commander Cody & GN!Jedi!Reader 

Summary: You just can't miss his supposed birthday. Rating: General Tags: fluff, birthday gifts, full blown wholesomeness, reader is kenobi's padawan and commander in the 212th, reader is besties with cody (who wouldn't wanna?) Word Count: 854 A/N: Ashamed to admit I nearly miss Cody Day!!! 2-2-24 wasn’t the time I've existed on this side of Tumblr yet, so please have this special anniversary drabble from me!

"Codyyyyy!" you giggle as you run into him in one of many corridors of the Negotiator, "Happy birthday!"

"Hnn," the 212th Marshal Commander drawls helplessly as you smoosh his cheeks together. You flash your teeth at him before letting go and watch his baffled expression with amusement. "But... I don't have birthdays, sir."

You snort. "Oh, don't be silly," you wave at him, and cheerfully continue, practically throwing your arms out, "You do! Second day of Kelona! Which is today!"

Cody blinks at you.

"Did you just take the first two of my serial numbers and make it up as my birth date and month?"

Being his commanding officer's padawan, watching your face fall into a mixture of sadness, disappointment, and embarrassment strikes fear in him – it's as if he's responsible for your reactions, too. You're beloved by the 212th. Was he being too hard on you, even if he meant it slightly as a joke?

"What, you don't do that?" You can feel your cheeks fluster. "Boil told me all of you do."

As if cued, the devil marches around the intersection with a cone-shaped pink party hat on top of his head, the elastic band pressing under his chin. "Sir," Boil nods in your direction with an impressive amount of seriousness, "Have a good one."

Raising a toast with what you imagine is some citrus juice, Waxer follows behind him with the identical hat, but in cyan. "Happy birthday, Commander."

You grin widely at their act, pleased with their instigation and just recent participation. Cody stares on until they disappear from view, dumbfounded, probably open-mouthed and frowning which you can't see from your angle.

Your mirthful giggle returns his attention back to you, his expression softens.

"Not me. But... Thank you," Cody says almost sheepishly. His hand flies to the back of his neck, and you know you had him. Still with his respectful yet casual tone, he meets your gaze with a small, appreciative smile. "I'm aware how precious birthdays are for natborns. Really appreciate your notion to treat me as such, Commander."

"Then you know how we natborns celebrate our birthdays – with presents!"

"Yeah," he nods absentmindedly, but snaps his attention back to you yet again in alarm, "Wait, don't tell me–"

"Ta-da!" You not so gently shove your wrapped gift bundle into his chest. "Open it! It's from me."

Anticipation bubbles in your chest as you thoroughly watch his expression. His subtle glance at you that knows you're not taking it back, his gloved hands gingerly pulling the neat ribbon and peeling the flimsi wraps with swirly orange pattern, and his widened eyes in full blown wonder and shock as he lifts your gift to view.

You smile fondly. "I love that you have this sunburst design so I embroidered it there." You subtly point to the intricate design of your handmade craft; embroidered sunburst pattern on a plain white sweatshirt that matches the one on his armor involving a massive spread of orange tones. "I would've knitted the entire thing from scratch had I have more time, but I guess I'm used to improvisation."

"Well, uh, hope you love it, Cody," you decide nearly hesitantly, but you shrug it away, already moving to the other direction. "That's all for now. See you again in briefing!"

Cody is stunned, rubbing the pad of his thumb tenderly over the beautiful embroidery. You hope he would wear it outside demanding military duties – on a casual day out with his brothers or even to his sleep in his cot. His lack of response almost saddens you, but you know you need to give some time to someone who's never been gifted before.

You only make about five steps until he calls back at you, "Wait, sir!" You turn around, the same giddy smile on your face, and watch his eyebrows pull into a soft frown. "Do I, uh, wanna know what that means?"

"You think we'd go through your birthday without throwing a party?" You smugly place your hands on your hips. "And at Master Kenobi's behest! So that means a direct order from your superior officer!"

You skip away again, butterflies swarming your insides in fond warmth of friendship, but then you pause when you hear Cody's unmistakably hurried steps.

"Commander, wait!"

Cody skids into a halt in front of you, nearly running into you in the same manner you did to him. His gift from you still clutched in his hand, your breath huffed out of your lungs with a force as Cody pulls you into his chest and buries his face into your shoulder.

"Thank you." His quiet voice sounds suspiciously hoarse and wet in your ear. "I... I can't say it enough. This means a lot. To me."

Smiling tearfully yourself, you wind your arms fully around him and press both of your bodies closer for its warmth. "You're the very best Marshal Commander we could've asked for," you whisper to his ears only – in admiration of the qualities he stashes for himself as a man. You smile and bury your face into his shoulder. "Happy birthday, Cody."

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[coruscanti-arabi]

Commander Cody, winning a battle with one other clone lieutenant, during the Battle of Sarrish, expecting to regroup to a successful campaign.

Kenobi, who has all of his resources at his disposal, at a major loss that resulted in a devastating massacre.

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

heat and electric

Part eight of 212th Medic Skull Has Had Enough on ao3

Part one | Part two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part 6 | Part 7

Summary:

Eventually, Obi-Wan looked up, eyes bloodshot, and offered what Cody assumed to be a meager attempt at a smile. “I’m– I am alright.” His voice was weak, coated in a thick grumbling tone, unconvincing at best. Cody grimaced.

“It’s– you don’t have to be.” Cody reminded him, stoking a thumb over the small bruises along his jaw hating the way Obi-Wan flinched slightly under his touch. “You had a seizure, that must be–”

“It’s not the first time.”

(Or, the aftermath of Obi-Wan's seizure. Later, heat stroke.)

Word Count: 5,781

“Everyone out, besides Cody and Oxy. Get out.” 

Cody could barely hear Skull’s words. 

Seizure.  

The word stuck in his brain, but he could barely think. Whatever focus he had was far gone, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Obi-Wan. 

Seizure. 

He had heard of them, sure, but Cody didn’t know what they entailed, didn’t know that he would ever witness one. Yet, he had watched Obi-Wan, already bruised and covered in electric burns, fall victim to one. It still didn’t feel like reality.

Cody couldn’t move, frozen in place and time. 

The remaining medics and Quinlan shuffled out of the room leaving the stale silence of the room, save for Obi-Wan’s whistling breaths where he lay facing away from Cody. Skull had arranged him into a position on his side– he’d called it a recovery position. Cody just watched numbly, unspeaking. 

“Cody?” Someone– not Obi-Wan– asked eventually, and the Commander glanced upward, trying to stop the trembling in his fingers where they gripped at the sides of his chair. Skull had finally helped Obi-Wan into a sitting position, and was now staring in Cody’s direction expectantly. 

How long had it been? 

“Cody?” Skull asked again, worry evident on his face, “It’s been ten minutes, he’s going to be okay, just unwell for… awhile.” 

Cody blinked. Ten minutes? He swallowed, and grasped the edges of the chair. 

Without his express permission, Cody’s body moved, and he walked around the outside of the bed. 

Numb. His entire form felt numb.

Obi-Wan’s back was covered in blood stained bandages, which was already alarming, but when Cody caught a look at his front, he could barely stand the obvious discomfort written on Obi-Wan’s face.

He was pale, eyes shut tightly as he shivered in place. 

“Just a second, General. Just going to apply pressure to these…” Oxy worked quickly, pulling back the bandages trying to stop the reopened wounds from bleeding anymore than they already had. 

“Obi-Wan…” Cody said softly, tentatively sitting down on the medical bed by Obi-Wan’s side, ignoring the way that Skull hovered inches away, almost like he was waiting for him to keel over. 

Obi-Wan failed to respond, his trembling hands pulling towards his face to press over his eyes. He shuddered once, opening his mouth like he might say something, then shut it abruptly. 

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” Cody whispered, moving closer so he could gently press up against Obi-Wan’s arm. He wished he could hug him, pull him into an embrace like he wanted to, but the burns were everywhere, a distinct reminder of all the impending questions Cody needed to ask.

Not now. Obi-Wan didn’t need that now. 

“...I don’t–” Obi-Wan spoke softly, then gently shook his head once.

“Do you feel sick, General?” Skull asked, leaning down a little to take a proper look at Obi-Wan’s face. He seemed less concerned now, but it did little to ease Cody’s own nerves. 

“Mhm.” Was all Obi-Wan said, voice muffled by his hands. He paused for a few seconds, “I just– I want to go to my quarters.” He spoke the words unnaturally quickly, “Please.”

Cody glanced up to Skull, who looked somehow horrified and skeptical all at once. He pursed his lips, arms crossed over his chest. Cody already knew the medic wouldn’t want to allow it, not now, not with unexpected seizures and open wounds, and blood everywhere. Cody wished he could protest, demanding that he be allowed to take Obi-Wan home and tuck him in bed, safe from all the reminders of pain and suffering that the medbay seemed to elicit. 

Yet, Skull wasn’t stupid, and Cody wasn’t a doctor. 

He needed to find a compromise. 

“Skull,” Cody started, “Give me time alone with the General, only a few minutes.” Cody said, hoping his tone sounded as commanding as he meant it to. 

Skull looked no less skeptical, and reached for a datapad sitting on the table by the medical bed. “I have tests to run, Cody. There’s a poss–”

“Can it wait ten minutes?” Cody cut in, noticing the way that Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably by his side, sucking in a pained breath as Oxy pressed another bandage against his back. 

“Yes– fine. You will alert me if anything– anything at all – seems off.” Skull said, tone clipped but somehow still empathetic. He looked between Cody and Obi-Wan and sighed. “Almost done, Oxy?” He asked, impatient as ever. 

“All set, General.” Oxy said, and rounded the bed, “Try and stay still; don’t lay on your back.”

Cody nodded when Obi-Wan didn’t, then pulled the curtain around the bed when the two medics walked away, Skull heading for his storage closet, and Oxy toward the lab. 

When he returned to the bed, Obi-Wan had lowered his hands to his lap and the trembling had been reduced to a few odd shakes every few seconds. Cody pulled the chair in front of him, sitting down and leaning forward, pressing the palms of his hands on Obi-Wan’s jaw gently.

He wanted to ask about Kadavo, about the thousands of little wounds that littered Obi-Wan’s body. Who hurt you? Where do I find them? 

Cody resisted the urge, knowing it would do little to smooth out the already existent tension that filled the space between them 

Eventually, Obi-Wan looked up, eyes bloodshot, and offered what Cody assumed to be a meager attempt at a smile. “I’m– I am alright.” His voice was weak, coated in a thick grumbling tone,  unconvincing at best. Cody grimaced.

“It’s– you don’t have to be.” Cody reminded him, stoking a thumb over the small bruises along his jaw hating the way Obi-Wan flinched slightly under his touch. “You had a seizure, that must be–”

“It’s not the first time.” Obi-Wan cut him off, then suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth, skin seemingly becoming a shade lighter in the matter of seconds.

Cody reached for the bin left by the side of the bed and managed to push it into Obi-Wan’s arms just in time. Obi-Wan emptied his stomach of whatever liquid still remained and breathed heavily, lips red. I’m sorry, Cody wanted to say, but the words didn’t quite make it out.

Not the first time .

The prospect of it made Cody’s skin crawl. Had he missed something? “Not the first time?” He asked, placing the bin aside and wiping Obi-Wan’s lips with a tissue he’d found on the table by the bed. 

“When I was young– a padawan. Triggered by… electricity, among other things. It has been… a very long time.”

Cody didn’t want to ask why, as a padawan, he had any exposure to raw electricity on more than one occasion, but he kept his mouth shut. 

“I– they beat me, constantly, for days with electro-staffs on Kadavo.” Obi-Wan said after a momentary pause, then looked up, searching Cody’s eyes as if he wanted approval, like he wanted to know if the admission would offend the Commander.

Cody was left with nothing to say, nothing productive at least. I’ll kill them all. Fury spread through his veins, but he was level-headed enough to know that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want him to say that. Cody was too empathetic to even allow the thought to simmer for more than a few seconds before he wiped it away. 

“You need to tell, Skull.” He murmured after a few minutes. He had pressed his forehead against Obi-Wan’s.

Obi-Wan leaned back, eyebrows raised. “I need to?” He asked.

“Yes– he needs to know. What if this happens again? What if it happens again when you aren’t in the medbay? There has to be some sort of medication or–” Cody caught himself rambling, then shook his head, eyes trained on a tiny fleck of dirt left on the floor next to Obi-Wan’s soiled clothes. “I can’t lose you.”

Obi-Wan sighed, tipping his face into his hands again. “I– I don’t feel well.” He said quietly, and Cody caught him as he swayed. Fuck. They were going to have to talk about it, but Cody knew he had pushed too far. Obi-Wan looked exhausted, he was hurting, body barely keeping him upright. 

Suddenly, Skull’s head poked into the enclosed space, his eyebrows raised as he observed Cody’s position between Obi-Wan’s legs. “Oh– am I interrupting something?” He asked, in that tone that made Cody’s blood boil.

Sure, Skull knew things now, but Cody thought the admission would at least keep him quiet. No– that didn’t seem to be Skull’s style at all. It was almost as if Skull liked to push his buttons even more now. 

“No.” Cody answered bluntly. It certainly hadn’t been five minutes, much less ten.

“General, I brought you some new briefs– thought you might appreciate Cody’s help putting them on instead.” Fuck . Cody cursed internally, already imagining all the ways he could throw Skull up against the nearest wall, but Skull only threw the clean set of briefs at him and closed the curtains before leaving. 

Karking Skull . 

Cody eyed the wet patch on Obi-Wan’s groin, grimacing as he saw the red that had spread across Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry– that just happens.” Obi-Wan whispered the words.

“Oh, Ob’ika, it’s okay. Let me help.” 

Cody made quick work of slipping off Obi-Wan’s old briefs and getting the new ones on him, only cringing once when Obi-Wan winced in pain as the fabric brushed against his ankle. 

They sat quietly for a few more minutes, Cody hoping the momentary freedom from medical attention would be enough to keep Obi-Wan calm. Then Skull returned, Oxy behind him rolling a mobilized tank of bacta, the strong medicinal smell already causing Cody’s toes to curl.

“Alright, General, let’s get that leg fixed.” 

Skull had endured two days more of Obi-Wan in the medbay. 

And really, Cody as well. The Commander had only left once, just to return with a new set of tunics discreetly tucked away in his pack. 

Obi-Wan felt ill for a day, his post-seizure state keeping him pinned to the bed. In some ways, that was a good thing. Typically, Skull would have fought him to keep him laying down, but Kenobi had barely protested. 

Cody was truly to be blamed for the General’s strangely cooperative behavior. He was a beacon of consistency and reason and care. He slept in the uncomfortable chair by the medical bed without a question or complaint, even convincing the usually stubborn General to agree to a short stint in the bacta tank to get his electrical burns healed up faster. 

It was both fascinating, and horrifying watching them interact. 

Skull watched the General closely for both days, watching for the prolonged stares and signs of an aura. It almost worried him more when none of those symptoms presented. While a single seizure could have been an isolated event, Kenobi had seemed… relatively unphased. Sure, he was sick, suffering from a number of other injuries, but he hadn’t tried to deny the fact he had a seizure at all. 

Out of character. Stange. 

So Skull discharged him, albeit with some reluctance, but with a firm look sent in Cody’s direction, and his famed command to, “Keep the physical activity to a minimum, Sir, even if Cody insists.”

That earned him a glare from Cody, and a reminder that his face would look better not smashed into a wall. Cody loved to bluff, and Skull really liked to call him on it. 

Days later, Skull began his in depth research.

“I find it hard to believe that this was his first seizure.” Skull murmured, eyes scanning over the General’s documents, yet again. It seemed to have become a trend these days.

“He never explicitly said it was his first– but I think you’re right, he was… too calm.” Oxy had taken half of the stack of flimsies and had kicked his legs up onto his desk as he scanned over them. 

“There’s nothing– not since he was an adult, at least.” Skull shook his head, rubbing over his eyes before he arranged the last of the flimsi that pertained to Obi-Wan’s twentieth to twenty-fifth years. He reached for the next stack, “Onto fifteen-to-nineteen.” He said, mostly to himself. 

“Don’t you think he would have mentioned it?” Oxy said, forcing Skull to glare at him. How many times had he complained to Oxy about the General withholding information? Hundreds? Thousands of times?

Skull scoffed, “Of course not– he probably would try and explain it away with some Force-osik.” 

Skull scanned through another page, then another, then–

His eyes caught on something notable.

– triggers include excessive alcohol consumption, prolonged malnutrition, prolonged exposure to extreme heat, and/or dehydration, contact with electrical current–

Skull stopped reading– it was textbook, completely obvious to his trained eye as a medic, but apparently diagnosed as something called, “Trigger-Based Vision Events (TBVE).” 

Really, it was banthashit, some kriffing made-up Jedi idiocy for an easily diagnosable issue.

Epilepsy.

He ripped the page out of the file folder and held it up to Oxy. “No wonder I missed it– guess they’re blaming the Force. Typical.” 

Oxy took the flimsi into his hands and read it quickly, mouth drawn into a hard line. “Fucking Jedi. Doesn’t explain why there isn’t anything in his more recent files.” 

It was a good point; Skull struggled to believe that there hadn’t been a single event noted since the General was a teenager, but if the triggers listed were true to his condition, it was entirely a possibility that Kenobi had managed to avoid seizures for years. Skull was sure he wasn’t medicated either, it wasn’t something he would miss in all the time knowing the General.

Then, an idea came to mind– Quinlan. 

Quinlan was a Jedi, and from what Skull had collected, he and the General had grown up together, and had remained rather close. Of anyone, including Cody, he was probably the one with the most information. 

If he asked Kenobi, of course he would downplay things. Cody would be honest, but he had very little material to work with, given he had never reported a similar event to Skull.

A third party seemed like an obvious choice… and perhaps a good excuse to see Quinlan. 

Quinlan. 

Skull loathed himself and the stupid, endlessly irritating way his brain kept conjuring up his image whenever his thoughts were clear. Truthfully, Skull hadn’t been around many natborns, most of his time spent with Kenobi, Skywalker, and Ahsoka. Sure, he had seen others beyond the three Jedi he worked with, but none of them quite as distracting as Quinlan.

“I have an idea.” He said to Oxy, hoping he wouldn’t catch on, “What if I talk to Quin? Kenobi’s old Jedi friend. He probably knows something.” 

Oxy had stopped flipping through Kenobi’s file and snorted as he dropped his feet onto the floor. “Oh the tall pretty Jedi you had your eye on? Whatever you want, Cody.”

Fuck, Oxy was observant.

“Whatever Ox, you’re the one who called him pretty, not me.” 

Skull figured Quinlan would come alone, but much to Skull’s surprise, then immense dread, Cody followed not far behind.

Kriff. Cody, to his credit, at least looked on edge enough that he would hopefully miss any of Skull’s lingering signs of attraction. Hopefully. 

“Skull! Great to see you when Obes isn’t halfway dead.” Quinlan said, his whole face smiling as he held out his hand for Skull to shake. 

Unexpectedly, Skull was pulled in for some strange natborn pseudo-hug that started with a handshake and ended with a slap on the back. “Erm– hello Quin.” 

He tried, and failed to keep the warmth from creeping into his cheeks, but Quinlan’s smile, a thunderous laugh did little to help. “Cody.” Skull said after a moment, noticing the way that Cody stood off to the side, something like curiosity painted across his face. 

“Skull. You wanted to speak with Vos about the General, and I thought I should be present.” Of course, how could Skull forget that Cody was now the General’s partner; they were so kriffing domestic.

Skull led the pair of men over to his desk, motioning to the two seats across from him as he sat heavily in his chair. 

“Well, if you need a full rundown of all the shitty things Obes has let himself go through, I can name about one-hundred and thirty-seven events– just off the top of my head.” Quinlan leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable, and offered Skull another warm smile. 

Skull returned it, his cheeks still burning despite his best efforts. “Oh well– I had something a little more specific in mind.” 

“Kriff it– I’ve been itching to tell someone. You look like you enjoy a good story.” Quinlan said, earning him a glare from the Commander.

“C’mon Vos, we don’t have all day.” Cody said, eyes still on Skull, now just a hint, a horrifying hint, of a smirk on his face. 

Skull was going to have to do better at schooling his face.

He cleared his throat, looking down at his notes. “I’ll start with this: the General has epilepsy.”

Neither of the men blinked, or said anything. Cody, however, didn’t look particularly surprised. Skull made an educated guess that the General had told him since the seizure had happened. Knowing Cody, he would have had more to say if that wasn’t true. 

“The Jedi called it ‘Trigger-Based Vision Events,’ which frankly, is stupid.” Skull continued, earning a chuckle from Quinlan.

“Agreed.” Quin said. “Go on.”

“Quin, I specifically need to know what you can remember about these seizures? They started when he was a teenager– caused by triggers– but they didn’t seem to continue into his twenties.” Skull tried not to make the question sound too accusatory, not wanting to imply that the General wasn’t taking care of himself. Cody would have his head if he did make such an accusation. 

Quinlan thought for a moment, giving Skull a chance to observe the curve of his jawline, and the way his full lips curled downward as he thought. 

Cody’s eyebrows rose as Skull glanced in his direction, now a fully smug look spread across his features. Shit. Shit shit shit.

“I don’t remember it happening often, but sometimes on a mission, he would have these small… blanks. He would be gone for a few seconds– then back to his old boring self. He called those visions, but they weren’t. Haven’t seen one of those in five years.” 

Skull considered that for a moment. Of course they hadn’t been reported, it sounded like most of his seizures had been absence seizures, barely noticeable when compared to the tonic-clonic. “Any like the one you saw the other day?” He asked Quin.

“No– unless you want to count the time–”

“No, that doesn’t count.” Cody cut in, voice deep and gruff. Quin held back a laugh, clutching his stomach, bicep flexing as he did so. Skull ignored said flexing as best as he was able to. 

Skull glanced between them before turning to Cody, “And Cody? Seen anything?” 

“No– neither.” He answered, to the point like always, “I just found out about them myself. I asked him to tell you, but I figured you would figure it out anyway.” 

Idiots, the both of them, wasting his time like that. Nevertheless, Skull continued, getting to the point just like Cody liked to.

“Anything since the seizure the other day?” Skull asked, just to make sure, if anything; he hadn’t received much of an update since the General left the medbay. 

“Yes Cody, anything you noticed in your shared quarters?” Quinlan chimed in, echoing exactly what Skull thought he might say. Damnit, he was perfect. 

“...no.” Cody answered as evenly as possible.

There was more discussion, more questions, more banter, and Skull could feel his own fondness creeping into his tone, Cody still watching with wide, observant eyes. 

Quin stood, hands on his hips, some time later and grabbed his lightsaber from his side. “Well boys, duty calls, and I should have been out of here three hours ago.” Quinlan turned to face Skull, offering another warm smile, “Skull, might need to schedule a check-up with you next time I’m on the Negotiator, you’re much nicer than Vokara Che.” 

“Oh– of course… Quin. It was nice to see you.” Skull hated how the awkwardness layered his tone, and the way that he could feel Cody’s burning gaze on his face even as Quinlan walked toward the exit with a wave. 

“Oh this is unbelievable.” Cody’s voice cut into Skull’s consciousness.

“What?” Skull said, standing abruptly and rounding the desk, trying to lead Cody toward the door as quickly as possible.

“Oh, you know what.” Cody said and Skull could hear his stupid smile in his voice. “Wonder what he needs checked, Skull– bet I can guess.” Skull could have never predicted this, would never live it down. Fuck, he needed more blackmail material on Cody.

“You’re full of shit, Cody.” Skull shot back, “Now get out of my medbay, or I’m gonna give you a reason to be here.” 

For the first time ever, Skull saw Cody laugh.

One week and one day after Obi-Wan’s seizure, they were assigned a mission on Jakku, one of Obi-Wan’s least favorite planets, he’d told Cody. 

While bacta had closed the open wounds, their ache had continued long afterward. Not that Obi-Wan would admit that, it was mostly Cody’s observation.

But the thing was, there wasn’t time. There never was really time to heal, or rest, or even sit in silence for an hour or two; Cody understood, he was as much a member of the GAR as anyone else. Extra rest had a high cost, and no one soldier, especially the Jedi, wanted to be responsible for that.

But the General, Obi-Wan, hadn’t even allowed himself a minute of rest it seemed. Did he really ever, though?

His skin was pale under the Jakku sun, sweat reflecting the bright light and lips cracked and dry. Cody could see the sweat stains across Obi-Wan’s back that had been slowly curling around his sides in the past hour they had been stalking through the desert just outside of Reestkii. They had been waiting for an informant, now an overly late informant, who seemed to be unbothered by keeping them waiting in the blazing heat. 

There were few times Cody was thankful to wear full armor, but the cooling mechanism, though it barely made an effect on the blazing heat of Jakku, offered some mild relief.

Obi-Wan was not so lucky, his tunics made of thick material.

Cody had watched him switch from pacing, to standing arms crossed and brow furrowed, to head hanging and shoulders sagging where he stood.

Skull glanced at him from where he stood with a number of the vode, conversing about something unimportant. Their resolve to wait in formation had since gone to the wayside and Cody could hardly bring himself to care, not when Obi-Wan looked like he was finally letting the heat get to him.

General alright?

Skull signed to Cody quickly and discreetly, eyes glancing to where Obi-Wan had sunk to a crouch, one hand planted in the sand, the other held over his brow like he was searching the horizon for something.

Standby . 

Cody signed back to him, not bothering to wait for a response before approaching Obi-Wan. 

“Obi-Wan? Cyar’ika?” Cody spoke the words low as he approached, not wanting the surrounding troopers to hear his lack of formality. He crouched next to Obi-Wan, who startled, jumping lightly and looking at Cody with wide eyes. He licked his chapped lips and offered an unconvincing smile.

“Oh! Cody– hello.” Obi-Wan said back, voice unusually coarse. Cody eyed the waterbottle sitting in front of him in the sand, then reached out to shake it. 

Kriff. It was empty. He could have sworn he saw Obi-Wan pick it up and drink from it moments earlier. Cody wondered how long it had been since he had gotten water into his system. 

“You doing alright?” He asked, trying to keep the concern in his voice at bay. 

“Of course– just is… rather warm.” Obi-Wan said, breaths coming in quicker than Cody thought they should. He swayed on his feet, Cody catching his arm, then he stood, wiping off the front of his tunic like that might eliminate the sand that was stuck to the sweat stains that now seemed to trail around the majority of his upper body and behind his knees.

“Maybe it’s time we head back into town? The informant should have come by now.” Cody realized it was a longshot, and maybe too obvious of a ploy to get Obi-Wan out of the direct heat, but to Cody’s surprise, the General took the bait.

“You’re right, I suppose. No use waiting any longer.” Obi-Wan glanced around, squinting in the bright daylight, then blinking profusely, “Can you tell the men?” He asked politely, but Cody could see the weariness reflected in his stare.

“Of course.” Cody answered.

And so he did. The men were relieved, all except for Skull, who sidled up next to Cody, a short distance behind the General who led the group with a slow, unsteady trudge alongside Waxer.

“The heat is getting to him– did he have water?” Skull asked, then answered himself, “Bet you he doesn’t… di’kut.” 

“Hey–” Cody tried to come to Obi-Wan’s defense, which wasn’t exactly justified, but it was Obi-Wan; he would defend in any case.

“Oh come on, Cody, you know it’s true.” Skull said, scoffing and shaking his head. “The minute we get back into town, you are corralling him into bed and he is drinking at least three water bottles. It’s– that’s one of his triggers, dehydration.” Nevermind the heat, which Skull had also mentioned as a possible trigger. 

Cody sucked in a breath, remembering what Skull was referring to. Right, epilepsy . Even a week wasn’t enough time for Cody to fully process the information, the sudden reappearance of a forgotten health issue that Obi-Wan seemed to take less seriously than he should. 

“I will.” Cody said, nodding in affirmation. 

He and Skull watched Obi-Wan from behind, observing how his gait became more labored the closer they got to town. Then– he stopped. 

“Kriff.” Cody heard from beside himself as he rushed forward, watching Obi-Wan bend at the waist, knees buckling into the sand before Cody or Skull could reach him. 

Kriff was right. 

Skull hadn’t gotten to him fast enough, and Obi-Wan’s palms dug into the hot sand. “Help me get him sitting.” The medic said to someone, but probably Cody. Waxer stepped back from Obi-Wan and Cody took his place, kneeling heavily in the dirt, now noticing the droplets of sweat curling down from Obi-Wan’s forehead to his neck.

Together, he and Skull got Obi-Wan sitting down, but it didn’t make much of a difference in Obi-Wan’s appearance. 

“Obi-Wan?” Cody called softly, trying to use his fingers to wipe away the beads of sweat that were close to falling into his eyes. Obi-Wan ignored him, eyes trained on something in the distance.

There was movement, sounds of yelling right by his ear, then Cody turned to find that Skull had scanned Obi-Wan’s temperature. It was high– far to high. Skull offered him another water bottle, and Obi-Wan sipped at it greedily before setting it aside. 

“He’s overheating– we need to get into town, need to find shade. Now, Cody.” Skull looked at him, uncompromising, unwilling to wait for Cody to be ready. 

The Commander swallowed, thirsty and tired himself, but nodded, taking Obi-Wan’s arm and hoisting him to his feet. Obi-Wan swayed, feet barely holding him prone. 

“Sorry. Sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered, trying to regain his footing, but failing. Cody clung to his arm, Skull holding him up with the other. Skull eyed him, waiting for something.

Right, Cody needed to say something. “Obi– General,” He corrected himself, noticing the group of his men who had formed a circle around them, “We have to move. It’s just a short way.”

Skull nodded in affirmation, and they moved, slowly. 

They were hardly more than a klick away from the outskirts of the city, but the walk took twice the time it should have. Obi-Wan made attempts to walk, but that almost made the walk worse. Cody’s heart thumped heavily in his chest with each bead of sweat that dropped off of Obi-Wan’s face and landed on his armour.

Is he supposed to be sweating this much? Cody wished he could ask Skull, but they were approaching the edge of the city, and the medic was already barking out orders. “Waxer, go ahead and see if anyone has cold water– or ice. Priority on the ice.” Skull looked in the other direction, “Clip, find somewhere for us to take him, we need shade.” 

Both troopers saluted, then ran in the direction of the first groupings of tents and old metal buildings.

“The rest of you go ahead and see if you can clear the way for us.” Skull said to the remaining troopers, and Cody nodded when a few of them looked in his direction for approval. 

“I’m not–” Obi-Wan stopped between them, digging his heels into the ground. His eyes had gone wide, lips stuck half open. 

“What’s wrong? Do you need to sit? Water?” Cody asked as Skull held up the bottle once again. Obi-Wan pushed it aside, bending at the waist to throw up what little water he had consumed before. 

Kark it all.

“Shit, Cody– we need to move, just– pick him up.” Cody blinked at him, then nodded hesitantly like he was a shiny in training, unsure of his objective. 

Cody nearly ran, Obi-Wan whimpering in his arms, Skull just a hair in front of him.

Cody hoped, practically prayed to the fucking Force, that someone had found shade and water and ice. He couldn’t take it, the way Obi-Wan’s pained moans rang out, and the way his hair and clothes were too damp. 

When they reached the outer limits of the city, eyes of locals all trained toward the three of them, Waxer was standing underneath a tent. 

“We’ve found a location– follow me.” Thank the kriffing Force.

They followed closely behind Waxer, and Cody’s arms began to burn, Obi-Wan’s weight becoming heavier by the second.

“Heat stroke– that’s what it is.” Skull said abruptly from behind him as they weaved through a few alleyways. Cody noted that several of his men had been posted at the entrances of the alleys, keeping the path clear for them, “When we get there, we need to get his clothes off and get him cooled down. Got it?” 

“Yes.” Cody answered, holding back the tears that threatened to well in his eyes. 

It was all too much– the electric burns, the seizure, the epilepsy, and now, heat stroke. Cody needed Obi-Wan to be fine, to be himself, but the Jedi had only gotten a few days to breathe. Cody had only gotten a few days to breathe. They needed time, but there wasn’t any time to spare.

They reached the entrance of an old, metal building when Waxer stopped, motioning toward the open door where two troopers were posted. 

Cody nodded his thanks, and walked in, immediately overtaken by sight before him. While there was no bed, a large wooden table had been cleared in someone’s rickety old kitchen. Someone threw a blanket over the table and Cody gently lowered Obi-Wan onto the table. 

One look at him revealed just how bad the situation was. Obi-Wan’s neck had become red and swollen, a rash curling up the sides. His hair was completely soaked through, and clothes nearly in the same condition. 

“Everyone out who doesn’t need to be here. Water?” Skull’s voice was commanding, capturing the attention of the surrounding troopers. 

“Right there, Skull.” Someone said, then they were gone, all of them in a split second. Or maybe Cody had frozen again. 

Cody assumed the latter when he looked up to find Skull staring at him, “Cody– c’mon, this isn’t the time to space out– help me get these off.” Then Skull was pulling at Obi-Wan’s belt. Cody followed suit, pulling at Obi-Wan’s boots and then pants. 

“General, we’re going to cool you down, hold tight.” Skull said, offering a weak smile as he ripped the undershirt from Obi-Wan’s torso. 

“Don’t feel so… Cody?” Obi-Wan looked at him hazily, fever blazing in his half-lidded eyes.

“Right here, always right here.” Cody answered as he pressed a hand on Obi-Wan’s head for a moment. He wished he had something better to say, something that could fix everything. 

Skull brought over a soaked rag, and placed it on Obi-Wan’s neck over the heat rash which had steadily crept down his torso.

Obi-Wan exhaled with the cool contact on his blistering skin. Skull handed Cody a few soaked rags, “Put these under his armpits.” Cody followed instructions and noted the way Skull had pressed more rags around Obi-Wan’s head and shoulders. Skull handed him more, “And around…” He pointed down toward Obi-Wan’s groin. No wonder he’d put Cody in charge of that.

Cody did as instructed, and watched Obi-Wan begin to shiver. The water was barely cold, maybe even lukewarm.

“Alright– alright.” Skull said, stepping back and pulling his scanner from his utility belt, “We will give it five minutes, then I’ll check his temperature– it should go down by then.” 

Cody nodded, numbly, and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He crouched by Obi-Wan’s head as Skull rummaged through his medical kit for something, “Obi-Wan?” He asked– his eyes were shut as his shivering slowed.

Obi-Wan blinked open his eyes. He looked confused, disoriented almost, like he could barely remember the events of the last hours, “Hmm…?” It was phrased as a question. 

“Feeling better at all? Cooler?” The rash hadn’t disappeared, his flesh still red and irritated. Warmth still radiated from his skin, almost burning the tips of Cody’s fingers when he reached to stroke across the outside of Obi-Wan’s ribs. 

“...no.” Obi-Wan answered eventually. Hesitantly.

No. Something wasn’t right– Obi-Wan wouldn’t say no unless–

Cody looked up to find Skull staring at him. Dehydration, extreme heat, both were listed as triggers. 

“Sir– do you think you’re going to have a seizure?” Skull asked tentatively, crouching opposite of Cody, grimacing when Obi-Wan didn’t answer for several long moments. 

“I think–” 

There wasn’t time for Obi-Wan to think, much less warn them– 

It happened again, equally as shocking as it had been only a week earlier– 

“Fuck– fuck!”

Skull swore, and Cody could only watch helplessly as Obi-Wan’s body convulsed.