#jk but actually ive been wanting to write cody forever

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Ok but in the mobfather series I would love to see something where obiwan puts himself in harms way for Cody. Because we know obi is totally unhinged and not a good person ™️ but Cody is his family forever and obiwan would do anything for Cody.

hi yes this came directly from my burning desire to write a anakin & cody story, so it's probably not exactly what you wanted but I actually like it a lot and I wrote it in a record 15 minutes damn

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Cody stares at the open door. “I thought you’d be in the hospital.”

“If it makes you feel better, you can put me in the hospital like you did Obi-Wan,” Anakin Skywalker bites out, stepping forward into his apartment, uninvited. Cody doesn’t even know how he found his apartment.

“I didn’t put that goddamn idiot into the hospital,” he snaps back, feeling safe enough to turn his back on Skywalker and return his attention to his own cut open arm.

He’ll need stitches for sure, but it’s much too suspicious for both Obi-Wan and Cody to go to the same hospital for the same sort of wound. Doctors are, usually and regrettably, smart enough to ask questions.

Skywalker stalks forward, still very much uninvited. Cody can’t tell if this arrogance is homegrown or instilled by Obi-Wan’s very obvious need to give him anything he wants.

“He got in the way of the bullet, I didn’t fucking push him,” Cody says sharply, even as Skywalker sits down across the table from him and surveys his own wounds.

It’d been a normal evening, mostly. Skywalker had been somewhere else, thank God, and Cody had stepped in to be not only the boss’ second, but his constant shadow as well.

“For old time’s sake,” Obi-Wan had joked, minutes before someone angry enough at the family had made a move against the person standing closest to the boss. It had been a shot meant for Cody. Obi-Wan had gotten in the way.

Someone must have called Anakin in the interim because when Skywalker pulls Cody’s arm closer to him, his knuckles are busted and bloody.

“Fight night?” Cody asks, even though he knows the answer.

Skywalker raises his eyes to glare at him and then drops them back down to the wound. The attacker had had a knife as well, one that had slashed deep into Cody’s forearm when the guy had gone for the downed mob boss, looking as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

“He’s dead.” Is all Obi-Wan’s pretty bird says, picking through the first aid kit. “Didn’t last long.”

Cody thinks privately to himself that the guy had no chance of surviving at all, not when Skywalker’s eyes look that dark. “Any information?” he asks instead of pointing this out.

Skywalker starts cleaning the wound. The dick doesn’t even warn him it’s going to hurt.

Sure, Cody knows it’s going to hurt, but he also thinks that Skywalker could stand to be more gentle and considerate.

“Thought you were me,” Skywalker finally mutters as he laces the needle and thread. It takes him a few tries. Cody, magnanimously, doesn’t say shit.

“Because we look so much alike,” Cody nods.

Skywalker glares at him. “Don’t make me laugh, I’m pissed as hell at you.”

To accentuate the statement, Skywalker stabs the needle into his skin. “Fucking hell,” he curses. “Warn a man.”

“Thought you were me because you were standing so close. Heard the boss was dating the bodyguard, thought you were me.”

Cody is not drunk enough to deal with the fucking jealousy that permeates the relationship between Obi-Wan and his pretty bird. “You fucking serious?” he asks, taking a swig from the bottle of alcohol Skywalker had cleaned the wound with.

“Deadly,” Skywalker smirks.

Cody watches for a few seconds as Skywalker continues to stitch his wound. “You seriously jealous right now? Enough to come here instead of wait at the hospital?”

“Surgery,” is all Skywalker says. “No good at waiting.”

He makes another two stitches. Cody thinks uncharitably he’s seen better.

“Not jealous,” Skywalker breaks the silence suddenly, hand hovering over the wound. “Glad.”

Cody blinks. Obi-Wan’s currently in the hospital, apparently undergoing surgery because he was stupid enough to take a bullet meant for Cody, and Skywalker is glad?

“That you were that close,” Skywalker elaborates, eyes darting down to his arm again, hand moving in a sudden blur. “That you cared that much. This was just a fluke, wasn’t it? A bullet comes for Obi-Wan, you’d intercept, that’s why you were that close. You just didn’t think one would come for you.”

Cody opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, shocked speechless.

“He’s got family,” Skywalker says, finishing the stitches with a flourish. “I got family too. But if I gotta die for you, Cody, I’m gonna kill you, you gotta know.”

Cody huffs a laugh as Skywalker cuts the thread. “But you would?”

Skywalker hums. “Obi-Wan’d be sad to see you go,” as if this was a hypothetical exit interview and not a funeral. “Don’t want him sad.”

He picks up the spool of bandages by Cody’s elbow. “Don’t want him injured either,” he says, wrapping the arm. “So this was just a fluke, wasn’t it?” When Skywalker looks up at him again, his eyes barely look human. There’s something dark--but emotionlessly so--about them. He ties the bandage and presses his thumb against the covered wound, hard.

Cody can’t stop his wince, but he does bite his tongue to silent the exclamation of pain.

“He got a family he’s gonna want to risk himself to protect, I understand, I got my own.” Skywalker murmurs. “But as his family, we gotta be stupider. We gotta risk ourselves first. Cause you’re not gonna like me if Obi-Wan Kenobi dies on your watch, Cody. And I think you already don’t like me much at all.”

“That a threat, boy?” Cody asks, ripping his arm away and cradling it to his chest. Skywalker stands and Cody follows him because he’s not about to let Skywalker have the high ground bere.

“It’s a promise, Commander,” Skywalker says quietly. Then he flashes his eyes down to Cody’s arm and back up. “Wash that with cold water twice a day, starting tomorrow. I’ll text you when Obi-Wan’s allowed visiting hours.”

And then he’s gone, as suddenly as he came in, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

Cody grabs the handle and slams it shut. A tiny flame of respect sparks in his chest, but he’s ferocious in beating it down. He promised himself many, many months ago, when Skywalker first demanded he make him macaroni and cheese but only the ones with the farm-themed noodle shapes, that he would never, ever respect his boss’s pretty bird.

This changes nothing.