#jealous cody

[leapingbadger]

The Misunderstanding (A CodyWan Story)

Summary: Cody and Obi Wan are still trying to figure out the intricacies in the early days of their relationship. When a miscommunication threatens to derail everything, they must both be vulnerable enough to talk it out.

Cody quietly rolled out of bed. It was still the middle of the night cycle, but he needed to leave before his presence in the temple became an issue. The bright lights of Coruscant shone through the large, arched window to the right of the bed, illuminating the far wall.

He pulled on his blacks and worked to pick up the pieces of his armor that were scattered on the floor. Obi Wan huffed in his sleep, rolling over so his sandy hair fell over his eyes. Cody smiled, the great Jedi master, Obi Wan Kenobi, curled up like a little loth cat, tangled in bedsheets.

“Something amusing, Commander?” Obi Wan asked sleepily.

Cody chuckled, “Of course not. Sorry I woke you,” he said, walking softly over and sitting on the edge of the bed, “I have to go.”

Obi Wan propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand brushing the hair out of his face, a wry smile on his lips. “And why do you have to do that?”

Cody rolled his eyes, “You know as well as I do if I’m found wandering around the temple in the morning, the rumor mill will start.”

“I would theorize that you wandering around in the middle of the night cycle would have much the same effect,” Obi Wan said, cocking his head to the side, eyebrow raised, “come back to bed.”

“I can’t. There are some reports I need to finish, and we need to protect…”

“Don’t say my blushes, Cody, I assure you it is entirely unnecessary.” Obi Wan said with a grin.

“Fine, but what about mine?” Cody replied.

“You wouldn’t be the first to have a dalliance with your general. Look at your friend Bly. He and Aayla are practically married.”

Cody paused, his eyes on his hands, “Is that what this is? A dalliance?”

Obi Wan huffed and sat up, “Of course not,” he said gently, his hand reaching up and tracing the scar on the left side of Cody’s face. “You know that’s not the case. I didn’t mean it that way.”

Cody nodded, suddenly feeling out of his depth. What had started as a stollen kiss in a hidden alley had become an all-consuming and incredibly complicated relationship. They were together almost every day in an official capacity as General and Commander. He knew that Obi Wan cared for him, cared for all the clones, often putting himself in incredibly dangerous situations so he might save them.

And for his part Cody was more than willing to die for the Republic, and for Obi Wan specifically. He would trade his life for him every time, even before their relationship had changed. But could he even call it that? Somedays it was all business, war, fighting, exhaustion, and others they were meeting each other in low lit spaces in camps across the galaxy, acting like lovesick natborns.

“You are conflicted,” Obi Wan said, his thumb gently drawing circles on Cody’s cheek.

“And you’re tired. Get some rest. I’ll see you later.” Cody said, leaning in to kiss the Jedi’s soft lips, his well-groomed beard tickling his chin. Obi Wan’s hand tightened around Cody’s jaw as he started to pull away, kissing him deeper.

When they finally parted, Cody smiled, brushing the hair out of Obi Wan’s eyes. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” he said.

“Uh,” Obi Wan said as he collapsed back into the bed, pulling the covers around himself, “that seems entirely too long, but if you insist, Commander.”

Cody pressed the door release and walked out into the dimly lit hall of the jedi temple. He only had to walk through a few corridors before getting to the more public sections. Once there, he wouldn’t look quite so out of place.

He turned to head down the corridor and collided with a tall figure in long, black robes.

“Commander?” Anikin Skywalker said, a confused expression on his face.

“General Skywalker, Sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s no problem. Is everything alright?” Anakin asked, his eyes flicking to Obi Wan’s chamber doors.

“Ah, yes sir. General Kenobi and I were working on some…battle plans.” Cody lied, knowing very well a jedi would be able to sense deception easily. He wished the floor would swallow him or Obi Wan would wake up and come up with a better excuse.

Anakin simply rolled his eyes, “Eh, it’s the middle of the night and we’re not on an active battlefield. He works you too hard. Do you want me to have a word with him?”

“Oh, ah no sir. It’s okay. War doesn’t sleep, you know.”

Anakin stoked his chin thoughtfully, “I suppose not. Still, I’ll tell him to go easy on you. You need your sleep too, Cody.”

“That’s very kind of you, Sir.” He replied. Sleep was currently the furthest thing from Cody’s mind.

“It’s fine, I had to talk to him about keeping Fox out late a couple of weeks ago. Some business with the criminal underground. Honestly, does the man not sleep?” Anakin said, knocking on the door with his gloved right hand.

Cody froze, his ears buzzing and stomach dropping, “You said with Fox, Sir?”

“Yeah. Such an insufferable clone.” He said absentmindedly as he banged in the door again, “Oh, excuse me, Commander, I meant no disrespect. He’s just…It’s funny you two obviously look so similar but are completely different.” Anakin said with a chuckle, “Come on Obi Wan, I need to talk to you.”

“Well, er…goodnight, General,” Cody said as he turned to leave. He was halfway down the hallway before he heard Obi Wan open the door.

“Oh, it’s you, Anakin. I thought you might be someone else. What troubles you at this late hour?”

Cody lingered long enough to see the door close and walked solemnly out of the temple, not running into any questioning Jedi the rest of the way.

***

Obi Wan woke with a groan and reached next to him, only to remember that Cody had left hours ago. It was strange how quickly he had gotten used to his commander’s presence in his home, and in his bed. He wasn’t a stranger to the occasional liaison, which he was freely able to enjoy per the Jedi code, but the situation with Cody was different somehow and while he was cautious not to get too attached, he found himself longing for his presence at every opportunity.  

Of course, he had been in relationships before. He had even considered quitting the order entirely for Satine, but he had never trusted anyone as implicitly as Cody, not only with his safety and his life, but with his heart and soul as well.

He groaned again as his alarm sounded. He was sure one of these nights he would revel in undisturbed sleep, but last night was not the night. He had finally managed to push a sulking Anakin out the door as Coruscant’s artificial sun started to rise. He would be late this morning but didn’t much care.

After a quick stop in the fresher and some clean robes, he stopped by the council room for new orders. He and the 212th would be heading out later that day with Anakin and his 501st in tow. As taxing as the war was, Obi Wan enjoyed getting away from the capital and seeing the galaxy, even if it wasn’t exactly on his terms.

It was also easier to catch slivers of time with Cody in a more relaxed setting when they weren’t under the watchful eye of the council or being shot at, of course.

Despite his bravado, Obi Wan was well aware of the trouble that would arise if his relationship with Cody were to be discovered. At the very least, their working partnership would be terminated, and he would be given a new commander.

His shuttle from the temple dropped him off in front of the battle memorial. His eyes traced over the endless clone numbers listed. He wondered if perhaps it would have been a better show to include their names, after all, no clone he had ever met had willingly gone by his number.

The venator had been undergoing some maintenance while they were stationed at the capital. Obi Wan was glad it hadn’t taken as long as expected. While the temple would always be his home, the proximity to the senate and politics always gave him a rather unpleasant headache.

He smiled as he made his way to the command center, nodding politely as clones saluted him as he passed.

“Ah Cody, there you are.” He said with a grin on his face. His mind flashed back to the previous night, and he had to fight to contain his blush. Thank the force there weren’t many people around.

The commander was at the helm, his helmet tucked under his arm, a data pad in his other hand.

“General,” he said curtly.

Obi Wan’s smile faltered slightly at his Commander’s tone. As far as he knew they had left things rather pleasantly in the middle of the night, however, Cody’s demeanor indicated otherwise.

“Are we ready?” Obi Wan asked, walking over to him and looking at the holographic battle plan casting blue light over the room.

“Affirmative, Sir. All men are on board. We are ready when you are.” Cody said, failing to make eye contact with him.

“Wonderful news,” Obi Wan said jovially, “you may depart when ready.”

“Sir,” Cody said before turning and leaving the room.

Obi Wan followed, his pace quickening to catch up with the commander in the bright white hallways. He brushed his hair out of his face hurriedly, “Commander, may I have a word?”

Cody had put his helmet on since leaving, making it impossible to detect his facial expressions, not that Obi Wan had to rely on that, he had the force. Cody hesitated as his General called him, however, indicating that he did not want to stop.

“Is everything okay, Commander?” he asked, stepping aside as a battalion made their way through the halls.

“Yes, Sir. We are on schedule.” Cody said robotically.

Obi Wan chuckled and moved closer as the final stragglers hurried out of the way, “that is not what I meant. Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice lower so as not to be overheard.

“Yes, Sir,” Cody said again, his feet shifting as though desperate to keep moving, but realizing he hadn’t been dismissed.

Obi Wan stroked his chin, a calming habit he’d picked up in his early days of training Anakin, “I see. Perhaps we can discuss this later,” he said pointedly.

“As you wish, Sir.” Cody replied before walking down the corridor alone.

Obi Wan fought the urge to follow him, the glow from last night fizzling in the sterile, white halls as he watched his Commander walk away from him.

***

“We’ve still got a few hours in hyperspace before we arrive. Why don’t you and your men get some rest, Obi Wan.” Anakin said on the bridge. “Rex and I will keep an eye on things.”

“A splendid idea, Anakin after my rather rude awakening this morning,” Obi Wan said with a smirk to Cody.

“If you’ll remember, I did apologize.” Anakin said pointedly.

“Yes, I do remember from the depth of my sleep deprived brain.”

Cody was glad he could hide his smile behind his helmet as Anakin rolled his eyes dramatically, “Go to bed, old man. I’ll call you when the fight starts.”

“You’re too kind.” Obi Wan said with a smile to his former padawan, “Come, Cody, we are dismissed.”

Cody nodded and followed Obi Wan out, instantly darting to the left and to the barracks where he could finally get some rest. Obi Wan followed, his feet in step with his own.

Despite his best efforts he hadn’t been able to avoid the General on the ship. His mind kept jumping back to his conversation with Anakin and the implication that Obi Wan could be sleeping his way through the GAR.

Cody tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter. The General was a flirt of the highest order, his silver tongue had even made Ventress pause on occasion. But he couldn’t help feeling hurt, like he was replaceable, just another clone in the sky-blue eyes of his commanding officer.

“Would you care for a nightcap?” Obi Wan asked, pausing at the door to his quarters. The hallway was empty, and the pull of the General’s silky tone and smirking lips made Cody’s resolve falter.

“I…I think I should probably get some rest, Sir.” He said. He couldn’t help his voice from sounding formal. His hurt was choking him, and he was lucky his voice was working at all.

“Cody,” Obi Wan said softly, his eyes darting left and right to make sure the corridor was clear. “Please, I don’t understand what’s wrong. I assume I have done something…”

Cody shuffled his feet and looked down, “This isn’t the place for this conversation, Sir” he said at last, the anxious feeling in his stomach eating away at him.

Obi Wan pressed his hand to the door release and walked inside, “Then, may I suggest an alternative location,” he said, perfectly framed in the middle of the door, a glass of amber liquid already in his hand.

He was smooth, Cody had to give him that. With a sigh of frustration, he followed his commander into the dark room.

The Jedi barracks on this venator were much more pleasant than those for Clones. It was to be expected, of course, but Obi Wan’s quarters wouldn’t have been out of place at the temple. Reed mats covered the floor. A small cushion on top for meditation. A bed, larger than the bunk Cody slept on, was pushed against the far wall.

Obi Wan handed him a drink as soon as he placed his helmet on one of the many bookcases in the room.

“Thank you.” He said, downing the whole drink in one.

Obi Wan raised his eyebrows, “I see. It’s going to be one of those conversations, is it?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, one leg over the other and held up his drink in salute before downing it in one gulp as well.

Cody put the glass down and stood awkwardly in front of the Jedi. At some point, one of them would have to start talking and as he was the one with the issue, it was likely going to be him.

“You still seem conflicted, my dear, Commander…”

Cody hesitated, not wanting to feel vulnerable or stung but knowing if he didn’t say something, it would be impossible to work with the General in the same capacity. That realization scared him more than he cared to admit.

Cody cleared his throat, hoping to rid himself of the stone that had been lodged in it all day.

“This…’dalliance’ of ours…” His use of the word made Obi Wan flinch, “I…um…how many others do you currently have?”

“Other…dalliances?” Obi Wan asked, leaning forward so his forearms were on his thighs. “My dear Cody, I only have eyes for you these days, I’m afraid.”

Cody pursed his lips skeptically.

“You don’t believe me?” Obi Wan asked, a smirk forming on his lips and having the opposite intended effect on his Commander.

“You are quite the flirt, Sir.” Cody said before his brain could stop him.

Obi Wan laughed outright now, “Don’t be ridiculous. I am not.”

Cody tried to stop himself but felt a smile cross his lips, “Obi Wan, you flirt with clones, Jedi, even Ventress,”

“It’s all in good fun. If I didn’t banter with her, she’d have killed me twice by now.”

“Fox,” Cody added, his chestnut eyes trained on the Jedi to see his reaction.

“Commander Fox?” The General asked, his eyebrows creased in confusion. “I rarely interact with…oh” he said finally, his eyes growing wide. “Did you, perchance, run into Anakin this morning?”

Cody felt heat climb into his cheeks, “Briefly, yes.”

He watched Obi Wan take a deep breath and shake his head, “I’m assuming he told you I worked late with Fox a week or so ago?”

“Yes, in the same way we work late, I’m assuming.” Cody asked, suddenly feeling bold.

“No. Fox had a suspect who gave him my name. He came for assistance to interrogate him as I had met with him before. It was work, Cody, nothing more.”

 Cody felt his stomach flip. Was it relief or fear that he had already ruined something so new? He felt limp and silly and wasn’t sure what to do with his body.

Obi Wan set his glass down on the bed and crossed quickly to the Commander. “I am sorry if you were hurt by Anakin’s miscommunication. I meant what I said. Since that kiss in the alleyway and a long time before, I have only had eyes for you, dear Cody. You were right this morning, we do have to be careful to spare each other’s blushes, but I am willing to do so, if you are.”

Cody’s heart thumped in his chest, “I am.” Cody said.

Obi Wan smiled as Cody wrapped his fingers in the Jedi’s robes and pulled him into a kiss.

“I do have one final question…” Obi Wan said

“What’s that?” Cody asked, his forehead on Obi Wan’s, his eyes lingering on his lips.

“Would you like to take a nap with me?”

Cody laughed and nodded, “Absolutely.”

They both crawled into the soft bed, Obi Wan tucking his head under Cody’s chin as the clone wrapped his strong arms around him. Cody smiled as he heard the Jedi’s soft breathing before finally drifting off to sleep.

***

Cody woke with a start as the alarm sounded, signaling 15 minutes until they came out of hyperspace. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to look at his sleeping Jedi, curled up next to him.

“Stay a few more minutes,” Obi Wan grumbled, his eyes still closed.

“No time.” Cody said, leaning over and kissing him hastily.

Obi Wan’s eyes shot open, his hand pulling Cody closer so he couldn’t escape just yet.

“Obi Wan, I have to go.”

The General sighed, “I know. I’ll see you out there,” he said, with a smirk. “You should be clear.”

Cody nodded as he threw his bucket over his head and pressed the door release. He was a few steps out of the room when he saw Rex round the corner.

“Rex, any updates?” he asked.

The captain matched his pace, “We’re gunna be in for it when we drop out of hyperspace. Better get ready,”

“We’re always ready, aren’t we?" Cody said with a chuckle.

“I suppose so” the clone responded. He looked back at the door Cody had just come out of, “glad you made up,” he said with a wink.

Cody froze, “What?”

Rex stopped and made sure no one could overhear, “I knew something was off between you two. I’m assuming you’re back on track?”

“Rex, I…”

“Don’t worry, it’s our little secret. Just glad to see you happy, Vod.”

Cody smiled and he watched Rex walk away with a little lap to his nose. He was happy, he thought. He looked back and Obi Wan’s door and smiled.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Fellas, is it gay to meet your ex mortal enemy in a football field to discuss about taking down your current common enemies? While lookig intensively in each other's eyes?

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *helping plan Anakin and Padme’s anniversary vacation they’re all going on* Don’t worry, I got the brunch menus taken care of. I found five different types of sangria that I wanna try this weekend so I’m getting a fuckton of fruit and vodka. I don’t even think Fives will have any allergic reactions to any of these. Not like that time with the orange blossom honey that was apparently pollinated by an avocado tree.

Cody: I mean. I guess sangria doesn’t have as much alcohol as most, but considering it’s gonna be like nine in the morning, Imma tell you right now, whatever amount of vodka the recipe asks for, halve it.

Obi-Wan: It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make but I will also be bringing twice as much wine to make up for it.

Cody: Lovely. And the food menu?

Obi-Wan: …I knew I was forgetting something there…

Rex: *patting Cody on the shoulder* He’s a keeper.

Cody: Yeah, I keep him indoors for everyone’s safety. Mostly alcohol poisoning.

Rex: Solid plan.

[jedi-enthusiast]

Fallout: All of you are such fucking lap dogs for General Kenobi!

Sparks: Yeah?

Aim: And?

River: Your point?

Epi: What about it?

Fallout: *long sigh*

Fallout: ...yeah, me too.

[supercap2319]

"Listen, Y/N. Did I do something to piss your friend off?" Cody asked him in his ear. It was kind of hard to hear with all the noise of the dance club. Loud music and rowdy people. Though, Y/N could understand what Cody had asked him as he frowned and answered back. "No, why?"

"I don't know, it's just your friend Harlan seems to hate me. He keeps glaring at me from across the club." Y/N followed Cody's gaze and saw that indeed Harlan was leaning against a wall and had a frown on his handsome face. Next to him, Cyrus was trying to get his attention.

Y/N sighs. "He thinks you're a bad influence and that I should stay away from you."

"Why would he think that?"

"Because he's a jealous brat." Y/N said, knowing fully well that Harlan could hear him.

"Sorry, I should go. I don't want to cause any problems." Cody said.

"Nonsense. I need a dance partner and you happen to be my type." Y/N winked. He grabbed Cody's hand and led him to the dance floor and looked in Harlan's direction as he smiled.

[codychristiantreasures]

Goddamn this man bulges everywhere

Isn’t it fantastic 😍

[maurmondz38]

More silly jocks 😋

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 17: How To Babysit Aboard a Warship (Part Two) Is Out!

art by @littletroggo

PHEW! Due to a lot going on this week, I wrote 4k+ of this 5k word chapter TODAY. (Thank goodness for a lunch break and a writing app on my phone for lulls at work!) There might be some typos due to the rush but I'm so excited I got it posted on time...enjoy!

Summary:

(Cont'd) Time moves differently in the Negotiator's current time zone, so the 501st and the 212th are still trying to a) keep the cadets as much a secret as possible and b) manage to keep them safe aboard a warship. After fighting alongside them as adults and adjusting to their crazy, Rex hopes that settling the baby batchers down for dinner and bedtime will go smoothly. It does not.

SNEAK PEEK: ⬇️

The worries over sugar-hyped cadets had been mostly in vain. After eating, all four boys began experiencing the results of the dangerous combination of full bellies and exhaustion from a full day of fun, time travel, and exploring – pure, unavoidable sleepiness.

It started with Wrecker. Echo had told Rex about the biggest 99’s reaction to sugar, but he was pretty sure the captain hadn’t believed him. Then he saw Wrecker slide off the bench as soon as the dinner trays were cleared, look around with slow-blinking eyes, and yawn. 

The captain stared in surprise as the biggest cadet bypassed Helix’s offer of more sugary treats to join Hunter and Hardcase, who were flicking through pictures on a datapad on a nearby bunk. Hunter was curled up beneath his soft blanket and hardly seemed to notice when his bigger, younger brother climbed up beside him, but Hardcase grinned and beamed at Rex and Echo.

“That was fast,” Rex remarked. 

“Super fast,” Ace agreed. The 212th pilot was standing with the captain and the cybernetic ARC, his thumbs hooked casually into his belt and smirking at a scowling Boil as the other man huffed his way back out of the barracks. From what Echo could gather, the other gold-toned trooper had lost the rock-paper-scissors that decided who was going to take the trays back to the mess hall.

Echo chuckled and shook his head as Tech blinked sleepily at the chessboard. The cadet was trying so hard to stay awake that he didn’t even notice how hard Waxer, his current opponent, was trying not to laugh. “I told you so. Sugar only works on them when it’s paired with caffeine.” The cyborg shot a censoring look at Ace. “Which I don’t think anyone was dumb enough to try giving them a second time.”

Ace held up his hands. “All I did was ask!”

“Ask what?” Rex raised an eyebrow. 

“If they could have caf,” Echo answered flatly. “Full-bore, 212th-strength caf.”

Rex’s wide eyes were genuine. “I thought we were trying to keep them quiet, not give them all heart attacks.”

(Cont'd on Ao3)

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[sio-lokistiel]

I am in need of this jacket!

Tbh, I just want Cody’s entire wardrobe.

[gamecrash716]

Magical Rescue

An au where Cody, Frankie, and Priscilla become magical girls/boy

You heard me

Cody can transform into the more magical-like versions of his family's jobs

Frankie is a magical girl scientist

Priscilla gets a more classic and pink magical girl outfit

I will probably go into more depth about it with some hcs

[leapingbadger]

The Loss (A CodyWan Story)

Summary: As Obi Wan travels to Mandalore to help an old flame (TCW S5E16 - The Lawless) Cody struggles with his unrequited feelings for his General and jealousy. Upon Obi Wan's return, Cody has to find a way to help him through one of his greatest hurts.

Cody groaned at the sound of his comm over the rhythmic snores of his brothers. The barracks on Coruscant were tight and the rows of beds too close together to risk answering the call without the threat of waking his grumpy squad.

The glow from his comm device illuminated the ceiling as he swung his legs out of bed with a grunt and padded to the door. He was surprised to almost collide with Obi Wan, standing just outside the door in full Jedi robes, his lightsaber swinging on his belt as he swayed nervously.

“Sorry to get you up, Commander,” he said with a smile, moving to the left of the door and indicating for Cody to follow him. The door closed with a whoosh behind him.

“It’s fine, Sir. What can I do for you?” he asked formerly, standing to attention but very aware he was only in his blacks. Obi Wan seemed to have noticed as well, a wry smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

“I have to go away for a few days. To Mandalore. I wanted to make you aware in case I’m…delayed.”

Cody felt his stomach clench. Mandalore. There was only one person Obi Wan would visit on Mandalore and the Commander struggled to keep the feelings of jealously at bay.

“I can have the men ready in five, Sir.” He said, trying to keep his voice even despite the contraction in his throat trying to choke him.

The General shook his head, “This is not a Republic sanctioned mission, Commander. It is…personal.” He said, and Cody couldn’t help but hear bitterness in his voice.

Cody again felt the jealousy rear inside him like a beast, but was undeterred, “Then I can travel with you, Sir. Your personal bodyguard, perhaps.”

Obi Wan’s lips spread into a soft smile, his sparkling blue eyes clearly touched by the gesture.

“If only you could, Cody. I would certainly feel safer. But you are…It would not be permitted.” he finished.

Cody understood what the General was trying to say. Cody was a clone, and as such, property of the Republic. He knew Obi Wan would never say it outright and didn’t believe it personally. He had always treated Cody and all the clones with dignity and respect. We would never claim ownership, but in matters of diplomacy, a clone coming to Mandalore, an independent system, could be seen as a threat, a declaration of war, even.

“I understand, Sir.” He said with a nod.

“I hope to return in a few days, force willing,” Obi Wan said, his smile faltered as he turned to walk away.  

Cody’s arm shot out, catching the Jedi around the wrist. Obi Wan looked down and then up at his Commander, mild surprise in his eyes.

“Be careful, General. We…we need you back safely.” Cody said, trying desperately to say with his face what he couldn’t say any other way.

Obi Wan took a step closer to Cody, his soft eyes flicking to the commander’s lips before searching his eyes, “I will do my best, Cody,” he said.

Cody let Obi Wan go as he finally pulled away and watched as his robes swished around him as he continued down the hallway and out of sight.

***

Cody slammed his cup of caf down harder than was strictly necessary as he read the report from the day before. The command center was quiet. It was the middle of the night cycle on Coruscant, the glowing lights from the sleepless city twinkling in the artificial darkness. There were times when Cody thought this place was beautiful at night, but not tonight.

He had been in a constant state of anxiety since Obi Wan had left, regularly checking his comm channel, despite knowing the Jedi was too far away to use it. He couldn’t quite decide what he was more afraid of, that his General was on a solo mission without backup, or that he was with Duchess Satine.

He had to deliberately stop his mind swirling. He had seen Obi Wan and the Duchess together. They fought often, disagreed almost always, but between those moments there were lingering looks and a tenderness Cody ached for. He felt the beast rear inside him again and took a deep sip of his caf, choking on the heat of it.

“Are you okay, Sir?” one of the analysts asked from his console.

“Fine,” Cody snapped.

“Did you hear the news, Sir,” the clone asked conversationally.

“I have been asleep for the last five hours, trooper. If it happened after that, I don’t know about it.”

“General Kenobi returned, Sir.” He said, “But…Mandalore fell. The Duchess is dead.”

Cody felt like he had been punched in the throat. All breath left his body. He grabbed his helmet without thinking and exited the command center, the analyst calls after him falling on unhearing ears.

Cody couldn’t see straight, he made his way out of the Republic Center for Military Operations, past the memorial and into a taxi. He could have taken a train or walked but he needed to get to Obi Wan as soon as possible.

The Temple was quiet, the bright external lights illuminating the dark sky. He crossed the threshold, following the familiar but not often trodden path through the common areas. Cody looked left and right cautiously before making his way down the corridor to the Jedi personal quarters. He’d only been to Obi Wan’s room a couple of times and always in a professional capacity. This was something else.

He hesitated as he raised his hand to knock on the door. Unsure what he would say if the Jedi answered. He went to turn away and leave. He shouldn’t be here. He rested his forehead on the door, took a  breath, and knocked.

“Obi Wan?” he said quietly through the door.

There was no movement, no sound. He knocked again. Silence was the only reply

Cody laid his palm on the door and took another breath, “I…” he sighed again and turned just as the door opened with a whoosh.

Obi Wan looked shrunken in the frame of the doorway. His sandy hair, usually neatly pushed to the side of his forehead, hung languidly over his eyes. His head was downcast, his sparkling eyes dulled. His robes were untucked and hanging off of him.

The Jedi wordlessly stepped aside to let Cody enter. He followed him through the room to a small table where a single cold cup of tea sat forgotten.

“I apologize for the hour, Sir,” Cody said, “I… I heard you had returned and…” his voice trailed off, unsure what he should say, could say at a time like this. “I’m sorry, Obi Wan.”

Obi Wan finally looked up, his pale skin blotchy and red. He put his hand on Cody’s shoulder and nodded, “Thank you, Cody. I appreciate you coming but…” his voice caught, “I will be fine after some rest and…” he winced, “recouperation.”

“You’re injured, Sir.” Cody said, watching as Obi Wan’s hand wrapped around his chest.

“I assure you it’s nothing, Cody. I will be fine. You don’t need to worry.”

“I always worry about you, Sir.” Cody said without thinking. He put his helmet down on the table. “May I?” He looked up at his General, who nodded his consent.

Cody gently lifted Obi Wan’s untucked shirt to reveal black and purple bruises over most of his torso, chest and back. He hesitated before running his fingers delicately over the bruising to his ribs and heard the Jedi suck in air through his teeth.

He had enough battlefield triage experience to know a broken rib when he saw one.

“We need to get you to the med bay,” he said firmly.

“I’m fine, Commander.” The General said dismissively.

Cody huffed. Getting Obi Wan to take care of himself was a herculean task on the battlefield, why did he think it would be any easier in this situation?

“You have a broken rib, Sir. Likely more.”

“I can’t…I can’t leave like this,” Obi Wan said, His hands sweeping down his disheveled appearance and dirty robes. Tears glistened in the corner of his eyes, held at bay by sheer willpower, or perhaps the force.

Cody understood. Obi Wan was the Jedi’s perfect negotiator and warrior, but that was not who was standing in front of his Commander now. He was just a man, damaged, and broken hearted.

“Okay. Will you let me treat your wounds until you are ready to leave?”

The Jedi nodded but didn’t speak. Cody fetched the med kit from the fresher and pulled out a long line of bandages. He helped Obi Wan ease out of his shirt, the neckline pulling up the Jedi’s hair and fluffing it, so it fell over his eyes. Cody resisted the temptation to brush it away.

He felt a pang in his chest at the state of the General. If he had been there to help would his body be so broken? The bruises looked worse now that he was completely uncovered and as Obi Wan leaned down to steady himself on the table Cody noticed he carried a limp on his right leg as well.

Even in this moment it wasn’t lost on Cody that a secret desire of his was coming true. He had always been curious to know what Obi Wan was hiding underneath his heavy robes. He had to force himself to focus on the reason but couldn’t help to take a mental note of Obi Wan’s slim but firm physique. He wasn’t as broad as Cody or the other clones, but the muscles of his arms, chest and abs were perfectly defined. Cody desperately tried to keep to the task at hand, focusing on the grief etched on his general’s face as a way to bring him back to the grim reality.

“Why did you come here, Cody? I’m sure it wasn’t to patch me up,” Obi Wan said, his voice soft.

Cody wasn’t sure how to answer the question, he hadn’t made a deliberate decision, his feet had simply carried him where he knew he needed to be.

“I heard you were back. I…I heard about the Dutchess. I…I know you two were…close.”

Obi Wan sighed and caught the side of his chest with his right arm, “That we were.” He responded.

“You loved her, Sir.” Cody said boldly as he started to trace the fabric around the Jedi’s chest. He made sure to keep his eyes on the bandaging, despite feeling Obi Wan’s gaze looking down on him. The Jedi grunted after the first pass, and his Commander uttered whispered apologies. Unfortunately, the dressing needed to be tight.

“I did. And still do...” He said contemplatively. Cody felt like he had taken a vibroknife to the heart but tried his best to mask his face. None of this was news. Obi Wan’s relationship with Satine was an open secret.

“…but as a Jedi, feelings are complicated. They always were with Satine, as they are with…others.” Obi Wan continued. Cody looked up long enough to see Obi Wan’s eyes linger on him. The look on his face was inscrutable.

“What happened to you?” Cody asked quietly, finishing the third and final pass and securing the bandages.

Obi Wan grunted again, “I met an old enemy and Satine...” the name got caught in his throat, “…Satine paid the price for my…our…relationship.”

Cody stood up and helped gently ease Obi Wan into the chair next to the table.

“I’m sorry,” Cody said again, not sure what else he could say.

He crossed to the small kettle, filling it with water and turning it on. The Jedi watched silently as he worked. Cody removed the cold cup of tea in front of the General, replacing it was a steaming one. He sat down with his own cup, holding it between his hands for warmth.

The room was quiet and dark. Obi Wan’s quarters were minimalist at best. A small cupboard in the corner held his robes. His meditation space with cozy with warm reed mats and comfy looking cushions on the floor. The bedroom to the right of the door was disheveled and Cody wondered if it reflected its owner’s current mindset.

“You don’t have to stay. I don’t imagine I’m the best company right now.” Obi Wan said in the silence.

Cody put down his drink, “Do you want me to leave?”

Obi Wan went to talk but no sound came out. “I don’t know,” he said finally.

Obi Wan’s piercing blue eyes fixed on him and Cody couldn’t tell whether he was trying to reach out with the force, to find out the mysteries of his mind, or if he was too tired to have this conversation. Either way, he was sure he had overstayed his welcome.

Cody drained the last of his tea and stood up. “Would you like me to help you to bed before I go?”

The General hesitated before nodding. Obi Wan’s eyes were searching as his Commander gingerly pulled his right arm around his neck and heaved him to standing. Cody felt the Jedi’s weight on his left side. He was dragging his leg and Cody had to resist the urge to scoop him into his arms to save him from some discomfort.

Cody gently laid Obi Wan on the bed, propping him up as best he could so his back and chest were supported. It still didn’t stop him from wincing as he settled into place.

“If it’s okay with you, Sir. I’ll check on you in the morning,” Cody said. He turned to leave and felt soft fingertips close around his wrist. He turned back to see those intense blue eyes gazing back at him.

“Stay,” he said softly.

“Obi Wan I…”

“I see her die every time I close my eyes. Please, can you stay? just a moment longer?”

Cody’s heart broke for his Jedi. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him, hold him, do anything to take the hurt away. He wordlessly climbed onto the bed, letting Obi Wan gingerly rest against his left side.

“I feel I am asking too much of you,” Obi Wan said quietly.

“I’m here for whatever you need, Obi Wan.” Cody replied. He rested his head on the headboard and closed his eyes. “Would you like to talk about her?”

The Jedi didn’t need any more of an invitation. He spoke lyrically of the first time he met the future Duchess of Mandalore. How they had saved each other time and again and forged a bond that made him question his dedication to the Order he’d pledged his life to.  He laughed as he discussed their arguments, their sparring, and different outlooks on the galaxy. He recounted how she had died at the hands of the Sith, her final words, and the place she would always have in his heart.

Cody slowly stroked Obi Wan’s hair as he listened, tentatively at first, but upon receiving no indication that he was overstepping, he continued. He never interrupted, letting his General share his grief just once before he had to return to his life as a Jedi Master.

Through his words, Cody fell in love with Satine as well. In love with who she had been to Obi Wan, the place she had held for him. He hoped to one day hold a similar place in the Jedi’s heart but was content enough to be his support for now.

After a while Cody realized the General’s voice had faltered, replaced by soft, deep breathing. He was trapped under the weight of Obi Wan, but he didn’t mind. The lights from the sleepless city shone through the large arched window in the room. The city really was beautiful at night and there was currently no other place he would rather be.

[oplishin]

are we meant to find seth leaning into the bootlicker allegations sympathetic. because i really don't

[beastsovrevelation]

Yeah, I guess it's sad Ms. Mead lost her girlfriend

But she did get her baby back

[vampygomez]

Randy definitely looked jealous lol love this so much 💕🥰

[bamfharlancyrus]

Dangerous Desires

Harlan’s bored and slightly annoyed. He’s annoyed with himself because he can’t stop thinking about Cyrus. He’s annoyed with Cyrus because fuck, he’s never worked this hard for a man before. They've been doing this whole flirting thing for a while now but they haven’t made it official, they still haven’t gone on that date. So when Cody invites him to a party along with Luna, Blake and Everett, he jumps at the opportunity to distract himself.

As soon as they step through the gate to the backyard of whosoever house they were at, Luna heads towards Austin, and Blake and Everett head towards the bar that has been set up. Harlan scans the party to look for a familiar face.

He’s surprised to see Cyrus already there, lounging on a couch with an attractive guy sitting in front of him. Harlan watches them for a few minutes, noting the way the guy flirts with him and how he keeps leaning in to touch his thigh as he laughs.

He clenches his jaw and tries to keep his distance because he never was the clingy type and he’s not about to start now. He’s never the chaser. He’s always the one that is pursued and he likes it that way. He’s the predator, he knows that, but he loves the thrill of feeling like the prey. He especially loves it when Cyrus looks at him with those hungry eyes, except… except this time he’s got those hungry eyes locked on someone else. No, he’s not having it. Those eyes should be on him. Cyrus’ attention should be on him . He should be focused on trying to get Harlan, not whoever that nameless man is.

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[samixayn]

trying not to become cody pilled from this freakshow match