#obi wan kenobu

[djemsoresu]

Scene from an obikin F1 AU I’m kind of writing? Obi-Wan tries to leave their team (albeit not willingly) and Anakin is evidently not having it:

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Anakin storms into his motorhome much like a tornado, the same way he stormed into his life a decade ago.

“I’m- I’m coming with you.” The blonde says, pacing around the space in front of his sofa. His hair, now almost to his shoulders, flaying around in a craze. Force, he loves this man.

“How could they do this! We’re supposed to be together we’re a team. The Team.” Obi-Wan now sees his Anakin for what he is, his youthful face highlighted by his red rimmed eyes.

“Anakin.” He speaks, calls softly, attempting to stop Anakin in his crazed muttering. “Anakin, dear one.”

The other man’s head lift from the floor, their eyes meeting each other. A single contact, a single glance, and Anakin’s fragility seams to shatter in a single instance.

“They can’t. You can’t. I’m leaving if you are.” and oh does Anakin’s tears leave a tear in his heart, the droplets flowing down unmarred skin.

“No.” he says, firmly.

Anakin stops. “No?”

“You can not come with me, Anakin.”

Obi-Wan sees right then, how Anakin’s shoulder tenses, his body bracing to pounce.

But then small, as if a wounded animal, “Do you… not want me with you? Is that it?”

and oh, Obi-Wan stands in an instant. He approaches Anakin, taking his face in his hands. He feels Anakin’s soft curls brushing along his skin and wipes away the flowing tears in his eyes.

“Never, dear one.” He says, taking the taller man’s head into the crook of his neck, softly brushing his hair. “Trust that I will always want to be with you.”

“Then why?” he murmurs into his shoulder, voice muffled by Obi-Wan’s now stained jumper.

“You’re… Anakin, look at you.” he lets go of the grip he has on Anakin, letting him let up his head so they could once again have their eyes trained on each other. “You are young still, my dear. You have… so much of your career ahead of you. I can not, in good conscience, allow you to make such a move.”

“Well fuck that. I don’t need your permission, I don’t need another championship, a fancy factory with a wind tunnel!”

Obi-Wan, after knowing Anakin for their entire lives, knows full well what a frantic Anakin Skywalker looks like. After spending a decade by Anakin’s side in their garage, after endless nights in bed on every continent of the planet. He knows what Anakin is, and what Anakin Skywalker needs most. Knows too, how though he doesn’t need, he wants.

“I just need you, I just want you, I just want to be with you.” and oh the tears stream even harder now, his long lashes dropping them down to his team shirt.

“I know.” he sighs, feeling his heart clench the hardest it ever had since a crash at Eau Rouge. “I know, Anakin.”

“But I will not let you do this to yourself, I will never forgive any possibility of ruin towards you due to my own doing.” if Obi-Wan were a weaker man, he would already be kneeling on his knees.

“I can’t, Anakin. Please don’t make me watch that, please don’t allow me to be complicit in it.” And oh he so reveres in the altar of Anakin Skywalker. Anakin, with his glistening blue eyes and soft golden hair. Anakin, with his glowing skin and tight muscles. Anakin, with his endless laugh and utter devotion.

His Anakin. The love of his life.

Obi-Wan would not stand for any threat towards Anakin’s dreams, of his wants to beat every record in the history of Formula 1.

No, instead he will kneel for the opposite.

And so he does, placing himself in front of his love, head directly above his knees.

He closes his eyes, “Please.”

[kenobihater]

rating the most common ways i misspell obi-wan's name on my phone

Obi-Wam Kenobi

6.5/10 - reminds me of the iconic 1980's pop duo wham

Oni-Wan Kenobi

8/10 - he is indeed a demonic creature to me <3

Obi-Wan Keobi

2/10 - this is the second most common mistake i make thanks to my clumsy thumbs, i rarely catch it, and it's not even funny. my autocorrect now accepts it as a valid word and i've removed it from my learned words once already

Obo-Wan Kenobi

7/10 - big win for the woodwind community

Obi-Wan Kenobo

8.5/10 - this is funnier than the previous typo in my opinion. it's at the end of his name, so the woodwind jumpscare feels more like a punchline

Obi-Wan Kenobu

9/10 - i've heard it's a great restaurant from my aunt, i'd genuinely like to eat there

Obi-Wan Kebobi

4/10 - could be funnier

Ovi-Wan Kenobi

0/10 - my most common typo. utterly cursed, but anything i say criticizing this one could be held against me. i hereby state that i remain ignorant of the connotations of this spelling, and assert that it gets a poor score based on vibes alone. i have deleted it from my autocorrect's learned words multiple times, but i make this mistake so often that it continues to haunt me

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS OF SURVIVING A SNOWSTORM IN AN ABANDONED CABIN - CODYWAN

After a snowstorm strands Obi-Wan and Cody on Hoth, the pair are forced to spend their days waiting for rescue in a small cabin.

Chapter 2/3

Read on Ao3 as well

Everything was warm, Cody could feel his skin burning under a thick blanket of heat. For a moment he considered that he might be on Tatooine, it was certainly a possibility with the amount of heat that seemed to enclose his body. Cody often found that the constant changes in his surroundings resulted in many confusing mornings. This particular morning was no different.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment as his mind played back to him the events from the previous day. Right, the heavy weight situated in his arms was none other than General Kenobi. Cody chanced a glance at the Jedi from where his head was nestled in his neck. The man’s auburn hair was a mess and he was still fast asleep. Cody could hear the little puffs of air escape past Obi-Wan’s lips. Cody’s heart beat quickly against his chest; this was certainly a predicament. He had noticed Kenobi’s… looks nearly immediately after he had been assigned as Cody’s General, but he had never been close enough to admire the gentle softness of his beard and the little freckles lining his cheeks. He had never been close enough to observe the toned shoulders of his General or the little scars trailing across the back of his neck. Cody should have kicked himself for letting his eyes linger for so long. 

Cody tried to ignore the warmth of their tangled legs. Kriff. It was a nightmare. While Obi-Wan freezing to death certainly was not an option, curling up in a tiny bed pressed flush against his own General’s back wasn’t a great option either. Regardless, he had done his job; the General was alive, warm, and hopefully well-rested given the circumstances. 

Cody allowed himself to shamelessly bask in the gentle heat of their embrace; had the other man been awake, he would have taken no such risk. After several minutes, Cody figured he was wasting time lying around when he could be assessing their remaining supplies. Being stranded on an ice planet during a storm was not ideal, especially when there was little other than a small stack of wood and few cans of food preventing them from succumbing to the elements. 

Cody shivered as he pulled away from Obi-Wan’s back and placed his socked feet on the frigid floor. With Obi-Wan still asleep in the pants of his blacks, he couldn’t exactly put his armour back on to conserve his warmth. With a gentle curse under his breath, Cody took a few steps toward the dying fire. While there were still orange coals, barely any heat seemed to flow from the fireplace. With a groan of frustration, Cody stirred at them with a metal stick before loading with a couple of logs. Only ten left. Cody wasn’t sure they would be able to maintain a fire for more than a couple of days longer. 

Once an orange blaze appeared, Cody reached for the cans on the floor by the fireplace. They were vegetables, much to his annoyance. Protein would have been better, but green beans and corn would have to suffice. Moving to search through the pack Obi-Wan had managed to salvage from the fire, he found two ration bars and a canteen filled with water. Perhaps that added another day or two to their survival, if the cold didn’t get to them first.

Another shiver wracking his form, Cody went to feel Obi-Wan’s clothes where they hung on the chairs by the fire. The dull heat of the fire had not been enough to dry them, they were still damp enough that Cody wouldn’t allow the General to put them back on. 

“Cody?” There was a small rustling of blankets and Cody whipped his head to the side to see Obi-Wan sitting up in his bed, eyes blinking slowly as he rubbed at them with closed fists. He looked bleary, almost unfocused as his eyes glanced around the room slowly. Cody felt a pang of concern settle deep in his stomach and silently hoped that he hadn’t made the General ill. Cody did not know much about the Jedi, much less the Force, but the General had not seemed well after healing his knee.

“Good morning Sir.” he said after a moment, nodding once and fiddling with the can of beans in his hands, “Do you care for some breakfast?” Obi-Wan was silent for a moment before he sheepishly glanced down at himself. Cody was confused for a moment before he noticed that Obi-Wan had tucked the blanket farther up his chest as a blush appeared on his cheeks. 

“I am not quite sure I am hungry.” Obi-Wan answered grimly as he rubbed at his temple with his hand idly. 

“Are you sure? I know you haven’t eaten since at least thirty hours ago.” Cody had noticed that the General had skipped breakfast the prior morning. Before this whole mess Cody had himself convinced he would make Waxer deliver a ration bar directly to the General once they had boarded the transport upon completing their mission. That, of course, had not been an option. Somehow, he found himself caring. It was unreasonable, he knew that; the General was his coworker, his superior, even. There was no place for feelings between two men who were just trying to do their jobs. That was that. 

“Cody I am sure I know whether I am hungry or not.” Obi-Wan said quietly with his usual lilt of sarcasm and a coy upturn of his lips. Cody liked the way Obi-Wan would smile with their gentle banter. It had started since the day they met; Cody could still remember Obi-Wan’s sardonic comments about his first nervous salute. 

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” Cody said, standing with arms crossed and stepping up to the side of the bed so he was looking down at Obi-Wan’s shivering body.

“Pardon?” Obi-Wan’s remarkable blue eyes widened with a little tip of his head. 

“It doesn’t matter. I am your Commander, and you are my General. It’s my job to return you alive.” Cody let his own sass curl over his tone. Obi-Wan stifled a chuckle and smiled with those perfect, red lips. Cody almost had to force himself to look away before he memorized the perfect curve of Obi-Wan’s smile.

“I’ll eat… soon.” Obi-Wan added after a moment. It was hard to ignore the stark whiteness of his face and the way he still let shiver wrack his body even underneath the layers of the blanket. Given that the temperature had certainly increased due to the fire, Cody was not sure what more he could do. Was it an unexpected illness, or just the Force-exhaustion? Cody doubted the General would tell him, but he clung to the hope that it was just a lack of energy.

“Alright.” Cody agreed, letting his eyes sway back towards the roaring flames of the orange fire. “You’re shivering. At least come sit by the fire.” He mentioned off-handedly as he poured half of the can of beans into a small pot. It barely looked like a serving enough for a single soldier, much less two fully-grown men. Cody was hungry and it would have to be enough.

“Are my tunics dry?” Obi-Wan asked through a violent shudder.

“Not dry enough to wear yet, Sir.” Cody answered and placed the pot onto the little metal stand in the fireplace that was meant for cooking. “Come on.” Obi-Wan hesitated, stared at Cody with this unreadable, yet, defiant look. It was that distinct look, maybe stubbornness, that Cody could appreciate. No one was able to tell this Jedi, this wise and knowing Jedi, what to do. Maybe it reminded him a little bit of himself over the years. 

Obi-Wan slowly, with shaking hands, pulled the covers from his body and stood in the light of the fire. In their short time knowing each other, Cody had never once seen the General bare of his usual Jedi attire. Now, he stood vulnerable in front of him with only Cody’s blacks pressed over the skin of his legs. His chest was bare, and strangely littered with scars of all different sizes. He turned his face as he staggered to the fire and crossed his arms tightly over his chest like he was hiding something away from Cody’s view. His attempt to ignore Obi-Wan’s muscular and lean form failed miserably as his eyes traced the defined muscles of his abdomen. Schooling his face, Cody hoped that his awe had not been outwardly visible.

The General sat heavily, head bowed, close to the fire. Cody took the first blanket from the top of the bed and gently wrapped it across the shuddering shoulders of his General. The man did not look up, but rather fixated his eyes on the roaring flames of the fire. 

“Are you alright?” Cody asked, voice low as he crouched by the General’s side.

“I’m fine, Cody.” Blue, watery eyes looked into his own just for a split second.

“I don’t believe you.” It was a bold statement coming from him; it was nearly an accusation.

“You know, Cody, even Anakin does not question me to quite this extent.” Obi-Wan said in a metered tone, voice barely raising above his whisper. 

“Sir, if I didn’t question you, I would not be doing my job.” It was intended as a joke, but he truly meant it to some degree. His job was to protect his General, to follow regulations, and to ensure everything would run smoothly; he took that job seriously. 

Obi-Wan sat still, staring into the flames of the fire for a minute or two before he looked at Cody once more. “Cody, if you insist on knowing, I have drained myself of energy. The Force… It's finicky. I am no experienced healer, and I am afraid I might have taken myself too far. All I need is rest, and some semblance of warmth, truthfully.” The words were spoken with a gruff voice and were completely raw. Cody’s heart sank to his stomach with the realization that it was his fault. Fuck. 

“Sir-” Cody started, almost breathlessly, but he was stopped short by an audible sigh from the Jedi.

“It’s not your fault Cody… a busted knee is not something I would wish upon you.” The statement was spoken with utter solemnity and with a hint of distant sadness. Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “I will eat now.”

Cody wanted to ask more questions, to clarify that distant look that pressed at Obi-Wan’s blue eyes so fiercely. Instead, he pulled the pot of beans away from its place in the fire. He placed it on the hearth and stood to search through the kitchen for some utensils. Finding two forks tucked away in one of the shoddy drawers, he returned and offered one to Obi-Wan. They ate in silence for several minutes.

“I once injured my own knee, not too long ago.” Obi-Wan spoke up once he had dropped his fork into the empty pot. “It has healed for the most part… but the recovery has not been kind to me.” Cody stared at him curiously. The General had never been anything but cordial with him; it was almost like they were strangers who shared their lives together without ever talking about it. Yet, at this moment, the General was vulnerable.

“How did it happen?” Cody asked quietly.

“It’s… it’s a long story, Commander.” Obi-Wan said with a layer of bitterness surfacing. His eyes narrowed.

“We have the time...” Cody said, eyes flickering over the fire.

“I was with a Senator on Zigoola… I wouldn’t expect you to understand this, but I was overcome with this darkness. It had such a firm grasp on me. I almost succumbed to it, but the Senator, Bail, kept me alive. The only thing that could fend off the darkness was pain.” Obi-Wan swallowed and glanced towards the floor.

Pain. The word spun around Cody’s mind endlessly. He hated, loathed, the idea of the General being in any sort of pain. 

“I’m sorry.” He sputtered out slowly after a moment. He did not know what to say. He could muster no response to such an outward display of vulnerability. “You’re cold Sir… please, let’s get back under the covers to conserve heat.” His cheeks filled with warmth once he had played the words back in his mind. Kriffing fuck.

Without looking at Obi-Wan, he shoved himself under the blankets and pushed himself to the far side of the bed. He watched, eyes wide as Obi-Wan stood. He was still beautiful, covered in scars and with goosebumps covering every single defined line of his toned abdomen. Cody silenced his thoughts and patted the open space on the bed next to him and curled further under the warmth of the covers. 

“Thank you, Cody. I would have had no idea where to lay down without your help. What would I do without my trusty Commander.” Obi-Wan smiled tightly as he sat down on the edge of the bed and swung his legs under the blankets. He turned under the sheets, only inches away from Cody’s face. From that angle, Cody could see the red split in his bottom lip and the little tired lines that formed on his forehead. He could see that Obi-Wan’s beard was growing just a hair too long and the way his eyes were red with tiredness. Cody could feel his own smile plastered across his face and the continuous burn in his cheeks.

“It’s only my job.” Cody answered, and to his delight, Obi-Wan nodded in that way he always did. 

“I’m sorry we have to do this Cody. Truly-- it would never be my intention to make you uncomfortable.” Obi-Wan stammered the words out through another shiver. He looked as though he wanted to move closer, to encapsulate in Cody’s heat, but something held him back. Cody tried to form his warmest smile, but it presented itself as more of a sympathetic frown.

“This is war, General I--”

“Obi-Wan. Call me Obi-Wan.” 

“Sir I mean no dis--”

“I insist.”

“Alright, Obi-Wan, this is war, and we should protect our own.” He hesitated, only for one second before he moved forward and wrapped arms around the General once more. “Just until the fire warms up again.” He said hoping to ease Obi-Wan’s tense frame. Eventually, after minutes of silence passed, Obi-Wan’s trembles slowed to a stop and his shaking breath evened out. His face settled into the crook of Cody’s neck once more and his skin began to feel warm under Cody’s touch again.

Suddenly, unknowingly tired and in the comfort of his General’s grasp, Cody allowed his eyes to drift shut.

……………………

Cody sat up straight, inhaling and gasping through his lips as his eyes frantically searched over the interior of the Cabin. He had woken, arms empty and chest cold. Obi-Wan was missing from where Cody felt like he had just been perched perfectly in his arms. Desperately feeling the empty spot in the bed, Cody found the sheets to be cold. Obi-Wan was gone, and had been gone for some time.

Blood rushing through his veins and ears ringing, Cody’s eyes flashed around the room again looking for some indication of where the General had gone. His instincts did not fail him as he noticed immediately that the robes that had been draped across the chairs by the fire were missing. Obi-Wan’s tall brown boots had disappeared from their place on the hearth next to Cody’s own. Kriff… kriff, kriff, kriff. 

Cody should have known that the General would take the opportunity to busy himself when left to his own devices. The Jedi never seemed to consider rest to be a viable excuse for inactivity. Always on the move. He was not unlike Anakin Skywalker, his slippery former Padawan. 

Cody scrambled from the bed to find that the trousers of his blacks had been folded neatly on the chair where Obi-Wan’s robes had hung. Tossing his eyes towards the door, Cody noted that it did not look like there had been any form of forced entry; Obi-Wan, he concluded, must have left on his own… intentionally. Cody wanted to feel angry, wanted to scream out at the ridiculousness of his General’s actions. There had not been one good reason to leave the comfortable warmth of their little haven other than to find more food. Right, food, protein, survival. The pieces fit together perfectly; Obi-Wan had decided to leave and find some sort of food, that was the only feasible explanation. 

Cody took the folded pants and shoved them over his legs while he simultaneously began to collect his armour. I have to go look for him, he thought as he pulled his armour onto his body.

He went to open the door, hand yanking at the creaky, rusty doorknob without mercy. He was met with a face-full of white powdery snow that clouded his vision. He squinted at the distance, eyes raking over the mounds of white snow that lurked far away. Cody would have ventured out into the deep layer of snow if he had not seen a brown figure moving steadily towards the cabin through the white haze. The raised hood of the figure looked suspiciously like Obi-Wan’s cloak-covered form. 

“General Kenobi!” He called out, voice gruff with a hint of frustration and worry. He squinted at the figure. Listening for a response, Cody noticed the figure raise its arm. Obi-Wan. It was him. 

Cody waited, patience running thin as he imagined the General’s soaked clothes and his chattering teeth.

“Commander, I apologize!” Obi-Wan now was visible, a few rogue snowflakes sticking to the bottom of his beard. His eyes were slightly brighter than they had been earlier in the day, but his body still shook in that uneasy way that Cody had slowly been growing accustomed to. He was smiling just enough for Cody to believe that he had been successful, that he had brought back some form of food to add to their minimal reserves. The Jedi came closer and seemed to watch Cody’s face with a furrowed brow. “I am truly sorry Commander, I did not--”

The Jedi had only just stepped into the doorway when Cody let his hands pull back the brown hood and cupped his hands over Obi-Wan’s cheeks. All of his relief flooded into his senses. His thumbs pressed at the cold pink flesh and his eyes wandered over Obi-Wan’s for just a moment. Perhaps it was a moment of weakness, or just one of unadulterated relief, but Cody let himself lean forward. He could feel Obi-Wan’s breath on his own cheeks. He moved closer, all sense of rationality left far behind, and gently pressed his lips to Obi-Wan’s beautiful thin one’s. 

Obi-Wan didn’t move for a moment, just stood stock still with Cody’s lips pressed against his own, but after a short moment, his arms wrapped around Cody’s waist and he deepened the kiss. Their lips moved effortlessly together and warm heat burned in Cody’s chest as he swiped his tongue across Obi-Wan’s lower lip and gently pulled away.

Fuck… The guilt, the horror of his own actions fell upon him so suddenly he almost needed to sit down to regain his bearings. He swallowed loudly, gulped even, and cast his eyes to the floor in some lame attempt at self-reprehension. 

“C-Cody…” Obi-Wan stammered, hands still resting on Cody’s lower back; his grip hadn’t loosened at all. 

“Please, come inside General.” He murmured and stepped aside to let the General enter the Cabin. Obi-Wan silently took the command and shucked his brown cloak immediately to reveal his newly put-together appearance. He had made some attempt to neaten his auburn hair and his tunics were organized nicely over his torso. Though, regardless of how good his clothes looked tucked elegantly around his form, his face was still pale behind the growing red blush plastered on his cheeks. 

The guilt turned into embarrassment as Cody stood still several feet away from his General with his arms tucked at his sides. He had kissed his General, his superior officer, the one who gave him orders. I will be decommissioned the minute we are rescued. All of my training on regulation and proper conduct was wasted in one moment of weakness. He would have kicked himself, but the painful pounding of his heart against his chest was enough of a punishment. 

“I--” He stammered out breathlessly, “I… Sir, I’m sorry. I don’t-- I have no idea what came over me. I was so worried when I couldn’t find you--”

“Cody…” My name. He said my name. “It was my fault… I left without telling you. I wanted you to rest; you had fallen asleep.” Obi-Wan’s face was not the hardened face of a Jedi, but was soft with understanding and maybe a twinge of embarrassment. “I let it happen.” Obi-Wan added after a pause. His blue eyes flickered to Cody’s with some unreadable look. 

“It was wrong.” Cody replied mechanically. It absolutely was wrong, but he had wanted it all along regardless. 

“I know… but I cannot lie and say I did not like it.” The words stunned Cody, almost stung his mind with how unbelievable it truly was. It couldn’t, it shouldn’t be true. On no planet, in no scenario, in no galaxy could it possibly be true. 

“What?” Cody bit out. “Sir, you have the full capability and understandable authority to refer me for decommissioning.” 

“I will not.” Obi-Wan took a bold step forward, and placed his fingers below Cody’s chin. He tilted Cody’s head upwards. “Cody… are you, uh, attracted to me?” Obi-Wan asked, searching Cody’s eyes for answers before he could conjure up the words.

“Do you want my honest answer or the answer I should have?” He asked and glanced off towards the side as he cleared his throat. He did not want to reveal the truth because it would haunt him, them, for the rest of their lives. They were two men with commitments that extended well beyond the need for physical and emotional affections. Obi-Wan, for kriffsake, was a General of the Grand Army of the Republic and Cody was the Commander meant to die for him. There was no place for attraction, albeit the admission of it. 

“The honest answer, if you would.” The General’s words were uncharacteristically soft, void of his usual metered tone. 

Cody inhaled sharply. If the General demanded honesty, who was he to relent?

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