can you write a force sensitive cody fic or something with a codywan force bond?
(this wasn’t something i’d thought about before and now i’m ALL for it. thank you for the prompt, dear, i hope this is what you were hoping for! started channeling 2003 clone wars obi on accident)
‘’Would be nice if the rain let up,’ Obi-Wan murmurs in his mind, and Cody snorts from the other side of the camp table where Waxer is debriefing them on the seppie camp four klicks into the nearby mountains. Waxer smirks knowingly, but doesn’t call attention to it, because this is the runner-up for the worst kept secret of GAR, second only to General Skywalker’s Very Obvious Marriage to Senator Amidala.
‘We both come from rainy planets,’ Cody responds, leaning over the map to point out a ravine that would provide good cover in their attack. ‘You’re fooling absolutely nobody.’
Obi-Wan scoffs out loud, but luckily drops his internal complaining to focus on the task at hand.
“Stop that,” Anakin snaps, glaring at Obi-Wan from over his desk, leaning both hands on the surface to loom over his former master.
Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow and sips his tea innocently. “Stop what, dear Anakin?”
“Shit talking me with your commander.”
His brow raises further, and he resolutely does not glance across the command bridge to where Cody is speaking with several of the pilots. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Obi-Wan says, turning back to his datapad like he doesn’t know it will only enrage Anakin further.
‘Stop teasing him, sir,’ Cody admonishes without looking up, and Obi-Wan smirks over his mug.
“You’re doing it right now!” Anakin waves a hand furiously.
“There’s no reason to be jealous, Anakin,” Obi-Wan tells him blandly and tries to ignore Cody laughing silently. “My bond with Cody does not weaken our own.”
“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it,” he grumbles and drops into the chair across from Obi-Wan, huffing like the drama queen he is. “Anyone with even Force awareness can sense when you’re gossiping.”
Obi-Wan hmms and catches Cody smirking at him from the corner of his eye. ‘Can Rex sense when we’re communicating?’ he wonders.
‘Of course he can,’ Cody responds immediately. ‘He’s the only Force-sensitive vod I know of.’
‘Or does he just know you well enough to guess?’
‘Rex isn’t the one with a magic hold on my brain, sir.’
‘You’re not fooling anybody, Cody.’
“Come on, sir, not now,” Cody gasps, pressing his Jedi’s stupid robe around the piece of shrapnel in Obi-Wan’s shoulder, bleeding heavily despite missing any arteries, still too close to his throat, too close too close—
Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter against the rain soaking the both of them, pupils blown and distant, and Cody knows they have a womp-rat’s ass chance in hell of being rescued before he bleeds out. His lips move, but no sound comes out aside from a grating wheeze that makes Cody feel like someone is stuffing his lungs with wool.
The raindrops get bigger, splashing mud over their armour and up the sides of Obi-Wan’s face. And Cody can’t reach him, their stupid Force-willed bond a mess of confusion and pain and panic, nothing at all like the serene calm Cody is used to feeling from him.
Cody’s breath stutters in horror as their bond starts to fray at the ends, a twine coming unwound and splaying between their minds, and Cody won’t kriffing let it. Not like this.
He sucks in a breath that tastes of blaster fire and droid oil, blood and mud and Jedi Jedi Jedi Jedi, and presses his forehead firmly against Obi-Wan’s brow.
‘You aren’t allowed,’ he says firmly, grappling with the frayed ends of Obi-Wan and forcefully weaving them back together. ‘Not like this, not yet.’
Rex doesn’t stop laughing for an entire five minutes after he hears, Cody watching him tiredly with his chin in his hand. He's already exhausted from the battle and the recovery and the debrief with the Jedi Council, and he's too kriffing tired to tell his vod to shut up.
“Welcome to the ranks, vod,” Rex barely gets out between gasping laughs, clapping him on the shoulder over the table. “Have you told Skywalker yet?”
Groaning, Cody puts the rest of his face into his hand. “Kriffing hell, I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
“He was already jealous before, he’ll probably see your Force sensitivity as another way you’re going to steal the general from him.” Rex gets another good laugh out of that, and Cody feels Obi-Wan’s own amusement all the way from the medbay.
‘Don’t pout, dear,’ Obi-Wan says, like the strength of their bond hasn’t increased tenfold and can stretch even further than his bond with Anakin. ‘You’re fooling absolutely nobody.’
Mando’a:
vod — sibling/brother/comrade, specifically the clones, pl. vode
