#pre codywan

[ilcuoreardendo-fic]

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Cody. Obi-Wan. A moment alone, waiting for rescue.

(Pre Codywan)

An old fic for the @codywancomfort flash event. Take a breath. Take a pause. Get your mind off things.

[glimmerglanger]

not me staring at all the wips i already have (especially the swbb, which I need to hit harder) and thinking, again, about Obi-Wan repeatedly dropping his robe and leaving it behind because he has Issues With the Texture but is very used to just dealing with irritations like that, and losing a robe in a battlefield means he won't have to live with the discomfort for at least a few months while the quartermasters try to get him a new one

it's a better solution than his previous efforts to Avoid Letting the Robe Touch His Skin, which have involved, largely, seeking higher and higher necklines.

and, of course, if he'd send a message back to the Temple saying he'd prefer a different fabric or, even, not to wear the robe at all, they'd make that happen, but, well.

he's always assumed that the fabric makes everyone want to claw their skin off and that it's just something everyone deals with just fine, including Anakin, who can be so fussy about the smallest things, so, obviously, this annoyance is relatively minor and he just needs a collar that's a bit higher.

and this continues until Cody manages to grab a robe before it's utterly destroyed by droids one day, bringing it back slung over his shoulder because why not? it'll give him an excuse to swing by Obi-Wan's quarters, anyway, which he's found himself looking for more and more often, these days.

except that, upon giving it back, Obi-Wan winces, there and gone, before thanking him kindly, of course....

and i'm not entirely sure how that leads to Cody just keeping a cloak in his possession, next time it happens - after all, he finds the fabric very soft and warm - and making sure the messages to the quartermaster get lost along the way, but....

[doodledraw]

Cody saluted as the man came near. "Sir! Captain CC-2224 at your service, sir!" The man winced a little, but smiled. "Ah, yes, Captain. Pleasure to meet you. I am General Obi-Wan Kenobi."

so I forgot cody week ( @commandercodyweek ) was happening until last night oop. I do intend to attempt and keep up the rest of the week though!! Here’s my piece for Origins! I absolutely had to draw Mullet!Obi-Wan as soon as I saw this option for the prompt so :) here it is! (Even though we all know their first “meeting” was when they made eye-contact on Kamino, here’s their official first meeting!)

I’ve written a fic as well! It will be here under the cut or you can find it on AO3 here!

Cody waited with bated breath. The General had assured them there was no need to stand on ceremony for his arrival, so Cody was the only one standing in the vacant hangar, waiting.

The General saying such a thing meant he had previous experience, and that was already a far cry from the 212th's first general, but Cody was still nervous, not to mention protective, of the men under his command.

Finally, a single seat-Jedi fighter dropped into the hangar. The windows were tinted so Cody couldn't make anything out of the one who was his General. 

An auburn-haired man hopped gracefully out of the fighter and made his way over to Cody. He wasn't wearing a heavy robe like the previous general had preferred, instead, he was dressed in simple jetti-tunics and a small amount of plastoid armor. Good. At least he was sensible.

Cody saluted as the man came near. "Sir! Captain CC-2224 at your service, sir!" The man winced a little, but smiled. "Ah, yes, Captain. Pleasure to meet you. I am General Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Pleased to meet you too, sir! Your quarters have been prepared, shall I take you there or would you like to head to the bridge first?"

General Kenobi folded his arms in thought. "Let us head for the bridge first, Commander. I would like to get an idea of the whole ship and meet some more of your brothers."

"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" Cody said, saluting again.

"Please, no need for much formality. At ease."

"Of course, sir. This way."

General Kenobi opened his mouth as if to say something, but reconsidered, and waved Cody forwards, falling into step at an easy pace.

~~~

Later that night, Cody knocked gently on the door to the General's quarters. After a moment, it slid open with a whoosh. He took a breath.

"Ah! Captain, do come in. Pardon the mess. Have a seat anywhere," his General said, turning his head briefly to look over his shoulder and smile and then turning back to preparing some sort of beverage at the small kitchenette.

Casting a glance over the room, Cody discovered his seating options were on the General's bed or the chair at the overflowing desk on the other side of the room. Since sitting on the bed felt wrong to a degree, he opted for the chair. 

"Would you like some tea?"

"Um." Cody replied eloquently. "I suppose? If it's not an inconvenience? Sir!" He mentally berated himself for tacking on the "sir" as an afterthought. 

He needn't have worried because the other man chuckled. "Coming right up. How do you take it?"

Cody's brain stalled. "I wouldn't know sir. I've never had tea."

The General stilled, then whirled around with a mock-scandalized gasp. "What?! What did they serve you on that monsoon of a planet?"

"Um. Not tea. Or any kind of caffeine really, sir."

Kenobi shook his head with a small smile. "Whatever am I going to do with a Captain that has never had tea? No matter, there is a simple remedy. I prescribe one cup of tea today and we shall go from there, hmm?" His voice had a teasing lilt and his smile was infectious.

Cody grinned. "Sounds adequate to me, sir."

The General returned to preparing the tea and then came to sit across from his Captain at the small table. He cleared off some of the datapads and flimsy to place two teacups down. "Now. I suggest you start with some honey or sugar. But only after you've tried it alone first."

Cody picked up the cup, sniffing curiously and then blowing and taking a sip. It was strangely bitter, but as he held it in his mouth for a little longer, the taste started to change. He made a face and decided to add some sugar into it, causing the General to chuckle again.

They sat there for a minute in silence, sipping their respective teas before the General placed his back down and folded his hands on the table in front of them. "So, Captain, I'm sure you're wondering why I've called this meeting? As much as I enjoy drinking tea, that is not the only reason."

"Yes, sir. I was a little curious, sir."

The red-head sighed. "Please don't take this personally, but it's in regards to you and all the men. I'm not quite sure how to ask this but...do you have names?"

Cody's knee-jerk reaction was to say no, but he silenced himself and sat perfectly still, waiting to see where the jetti was taking this.

"It's completely fine if you don't or if you would prefer not to share them, I understand that names can be highly personal. I am willing to wait if you do not want to share them yet, or ever. Please don't feel hurried on my account, I simply wanted to clarify."

Cody sat and examined the man in front of him. Everything about his speech and body-language implied earnesty and curiosity. There was no ill-intent that he could detect. He had to make a decision, and one that would drastically change the life of himself and his brothers. Was he willing to give the other man access to parts of his personality that were so personal? It was so difficult to break from the lives of secrecy they had been leading. On the other hand, sharing this about himself could make their working relationship that much closer. It would benefit them all. And it wasn't like he could force the men to share their names. If they were unwilling to, he could make it clear they could wait.

"My name is Cody, sir."

There was nothing, and then there was the General's smile. Oh yes. Cody was truly kriffed. "Well then," the General extended his hand, and Cody clasped it at the wrist. "Pleased to meet you, Captain Cody. I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi. I look forward to working with you."

[glimmerglanger]

Hungry Work

Thought about this all day at work and decided, you know, I'm just feeling the posting vibe. SO. "Hungry Work" (part of sanguine) is up over on ao3!

Bones' turn for a seat in the main POV chair! Considerations of Obi-Wan's diet! Hanging out with Ahsoka and the 501st! Slow forward progress on the Codywan front!

Warnings for vampire-adjacent considerations, as well as hunting, cooking, and eating animals.

[glimmerglanger]

ooh are you doing prompts? *cracks open the book of angst* maybe 29 🥺👉👈? or if it is only happy season rn, fluff 27?

Angst is also good, but, uh, I could not resist the fluff prompt for this one. It’s... gen or pre-Codywan? Implied pre-Codywan, perhaps? ANYWAY, it was for:

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“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile,” General Kenobi said, quietly. Cody tensed anyway, suddenly very aware of the curve of his mouth. He hadn’t realized he’d been smiling, watching Waxer and Boil attempt to reenact Kenobi’s odd communion with giant animals for all the brothers who had missed it.

He glanced sideways, over at Kenobi, who was leaning against the doorframe. He definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago. This wouldn’t have been happening if he’d been there a moment ago. He had appeared without making a sound. Jedi didn’t, as a rule, Cody had noticed.

Not unless they wanted to.

Cody felt the back of his neck heating. Waxer and Boil were still fully lost in their roles. Boil was attempting the General’s Coruscanti accent, to varying degrees of success. It had seemed funny, a moment ago, even if - at the time - watching Kenobi decide that the best way to handle a rampaging beast was to go talk to it nicely had been horrifying.

“Sir,” he said, trying to smother a wince. The wince got deeper as Waxer and Boil continued on behind him, joined, from the sound of it, by Crys.

Who said, making his voice gruffer for no reason that Cody could discern, “General, you’re amazing. Here, I noticed you dropped your lightsaber. I valiantly retrieved it--”

Cody jerked back to look at them - just catching a widening of the General’s eyes and a curve at the corners of his mouth - and barked, more out of self-preservation than anything else, “General on the deck.” 

Watching Waxer almost swallow his own tongue while Boil tripped over nothing made the entire affair almost worth it.