Obi-Wan has a lot of self restraint. It comes naturally to him after having spend years learning how to manage his emotions. After years of carrying a power and using it for the good of the galaxy.

He hasn’t been a love struck Padawan for years. He has learned how to handle his attraction to others, to appreciate the emotion but to ultimately let it pass. Even if the Jedi Order had allowed relationships, there wouldn’t be any person in the galaxy that could keep up with the irregular and, frankly, frantic life of a Jedi. It required someone to be okay with picking up and moving on, of dangerous missions and discipline.

Then there had been the clones. Who, in their own words, were made for the Jedi. They had spend all their lives training for being by their side, for picking up and moving on, for danger and discipline.

Then there had been Cody. His fearless Commander, his caring Commander. Who had spend his entire life being told him and his brothers mattered less, but who still cared deeply and fiercely. A man who understood sacrifice.

A man that could follow the life of a Jedi.

And Obi-Wan hadn’t been a love struck padawan for years, but he came dangerously close then. He had too much self restraint to truly give in to the turmoil of feelings inside him, but Obi-Wan could watch.

Because watching his Commander wasn’t breaking control. It wasn’t letting go, it wasn’t attachment. It was just… watching.

Tracking his Commander’s movement came naturally to Obi-Wan. The other man demanded attention, after all. He demanded respect.

It was easy for Obi-Wan’s eyes to wander during war meetings. To find deep brown eyes already staring back at him.

It was easy for Obi-Wan to find his Commander fighting on the battle field. An action that should not at all be graceful, and it wasn’t not really, but Cody moved in a way that drew Obi-Wan’s eyes to him anyway.

Obi-Wan had studied his Commander’s face relentlessly. Had studied him in the mess hall, during night watches, his Commander’s face scrunched up in pain on the battlefield, the flush to his face when he had been drinking, the look of deep concentration during flimsiwork, the way he slept restlessly in the medbay, the way he would fall asleep after long nights of flimsiwork.

While they were at war there was no way that Obi-Wan could ever truly let go of his control. There was a galaxy that needed saving, there was the matter of their ranks separating them.

But Obi-Wan could watch. It was one of the few luxuries he could afford and indulge in.

This year’s extremely goofy doodle for May the Fourth! <3 May the Forth (and the Force!) be with you all!

last line challenge

tagged by @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, thank you sm for the tag <33

this is from my wip Trillium! (it has another title but it's a working title so i'm going to keep it to myself a moment more lmao)

Some things can fly and counteract the effects of gravity, and while not immune, can somewhat bend gravity to their will– at least superficially. Neither Kenobi nor Cody are any of those things.  “Well this is interesting,” Kenobi shouts to be heard over the wind rushing past them.  Cody has no idea how the general can even talk; Cody’s own lungs have compressed against the back of his ribs even as he’s finding the position most suited to slow his fall, trying to take measured breaths to maintain consciousness as the distant greenery of the ground below becomes - worryingly - decreasingly distant.  He’s never been one for heights. Not really. He’s been good at covering his dislike of them, and he’s always been able to push through to the other side of anything that might require a brush with vertigo, but he’s never once been fond of it. He doesn’t enjoy the swoop in his stomach, he doesn’t enjoy picturing himself as a splat on the ground, he doesn’t enjoy having nothing to hold on to as he hurtles through nothingness.  Fingers lace with his own. “Cody, darling,” Kenobi says.  Cody looks up sharply at the sound of his name being whipped away on the wind. “I’ve got us.”

a bit more than a line but i've never been good at only sharing small portions lol

thank you again letters for the tag! i don't know who has or hasn't been tagged this round, so i'm leaving the tags open - if you want to do this even the slightest bit then consider yourself tagged!

Another instalment of the Codywan Surfer AU!!

Episode ?? (maybe 7 or idk 13 i'm not working chronologically): Moonlit Mwah

(This does belong to a bigger comic but that comic is gonna take a while and this was already finished)

Please note Cody's shirt; I spent a lot of time on it. Everything else you can ignore

every day I wake up and fear for him,

my emotional support commander.

it's WIP Wednesday! since I've seen a few people interested/amused by my "cody is That Bitch" aus description, how bout a sneak peek? >:)

this is also called the "what if Cody was..." fic and you'll see why!

“Hello, there." Comes an unexpected voice. "Are you Commander Cody of the Coruscant Guard?”

“Marshal Commander,” Cody replies blithely without looking up from the report he’s reviewing. Correcting, really. Stone has some serious rewriting to do and Cody is not above threatening him with demotion. Honestly, a Commander should know better than to put this shit on his desk. 

“Ah yes, apologies, Marshal Commander,” comes the suave lilt of a Coruscanti accent. A politician? Every once in a while, one of them manages to find their way to his office despite it being (very deliberately) one of the most difficult rooms for Natborns to find.

Cody looks up and—ah. Jedi. He’s not sure if that’s better or worse, actually. Quinlan Vos is helpful, aside from the headache of covering up broken procedures, and Cody quite likes the way Master Windu looks at the Chancellor (like he’s one good push away from giving up his Jedi code and strangling him). But Jedi always come with problems. Quests. They want something from him and Cody respects them more than the politicians he can steer away into an abyss of red tape. 

“I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the Jedi continues with a charming smile that Cody assumes gets him quite far in situations like this. He’s handsome, pretty features with a dashing beard and reddish hair just a touch too grown out. “My Marshal Commander sent me, actually. Said you were the man to talk to about anything happening on Coruscant.”

“Fox,” Cody names, unimpressed. There aren't enough Marshal Commanders that it's hard to keep track of who went where. “Of course he would.” 

Obi-Wan’s smile falters but comes back brighter. “Might you have some time to assist me?”

Cody looks him over and, mostly to see what he does, answers, “No. I don’t have time.”

Truthfully, Cody is intrigued. And there’s the whole, respect for Jedi thing, blah, blah, blah.

“I see.” Obi-Wan blinks. He strokes his beard. His smile is gone but his eyes are sparkling with something more genuine. “Well, and I hate to bring it up, but Fox did say you owe him a favor?”

A slow grin breaks on Cody’s face. Oh, well isn’t that interesting? He taps a finger on his desk. “And you’re here to claim it, Master Jedi?” He hums. “I suppose I can make time.”

raugh

kissy codywan (I'm a bit late but this is absolutely for @dontbelasagnax's codywan kissing agenda)

Yeah 😩🔫

Art Wip Game

@artisticallyill you asked about the Battle Cody & Obi so here it is

This one is definitely a bad name. While technically accurate, it's not the defining thing about this. Battle Cody & Obi is the name of my drawing that is my Codywan FMAB AU. Truly the title says nothing, and idk what i was thinking when i named the drawing but it's my fmab au

Here's it is so far:

In this au, the jedi are the state alchemists, Obi-Wan is a general and a state alchemist and a highly revered one but I don't know what his alchemy specialization is yet. Cody is his right hand who watches his back and has several big guns and people are scared of him.

I imagine this drawing to be them fighting Maul, who would absolutely just set a bunch of things on fire, not even with alchemy but with straight up matches cuz he's petty like that and Cody and Obi-Wan are trapped by the fire and waiting to see where he strikes next.

When I was ideating this, I realized that their dynamic is already pretty similar to Mustang and Hawkeye, especially with the "we can't date cuz you're my superior officer/subordinate" and the "i will flirt with others as a tactical move but it's fake and the real adoration only comes out with you"

obi-wan's been told that his commander has a cool demeanor and a good head for strategy. he's the best of his batch. he's the perfect second-in-command for the high general, and obi-wan is genuinely trying to find a way to describe him using the terminology he's been given without making him sound like the most boring man alive

then obi-wan MEETS his commander and this is his face when three minutes into their first engagement cody full body tackles a droid twice his size:

Can we see Good morning Obi-Wan? 🥺

Ahhh yes of course! 💜 It’s a direct continuation of Morning, Cody. Quiet domesticity of Obi-Wan starting the day, meditating, but he ends up just watching the outside come to life with a cup of caffeine in his hand. Cody eventually shuffles by, stretching and tapping Obi-Wan on his chest before turning back and dropping a kiss in his hair.

Cody holding baby Luke <3

Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

ohh another tag game, I got tagged a while ago already but I was on a trip but now I’m back, thank you so much for the tags @insertmeaningfulusername and @smoosey <3 <3 very exciting Last Song: An End Once and For All by Clint Mansell and Sam Hulick, from Mass Effect 3 Favorite Color: two long time favorites are teal and the exact orange-y yellow I use for the 212th battalion armor paint color hehe Currently Watching: just some old Achievement Hunter let’s plays, thinking of rewatching Arcane though Sweet / Savory / Spicy: sweeeet, I mean I love me some savory and spicy foods, but sweet all the way Relationship Status: unattached, hermit :D as in, single Current Obsession: besides Cody? planning what to plant on my terrace once spring and summer finally arrive (it snowed again yesterday, like pls give it a rest already) and embroidery Last Thing You Googled: ikea koiralamppu (ikea doglamp xD in case anyone’s curious, it’s this one ) no pressure tags @merlyn-bane, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, @dontbelasagnax, @meebles, @fox-trot, @babygirlbridger, @biscuityskies, and just anyone else who wants to do this, go for it! (honestly, I really love the tag games, but tagging other people gives me so much anxiety because I feel like I’m either bothering ppl by tagging them since maybe they’ve already been tagged a million times or something and I've just missed it, OR that I’m doing it wrong some other way, I don't dare to tag all the people I want and so on xD so pls, really, anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged or if you don’t wanna do it, untagged)

Ooooh for the WIP game, I'd love to see a snippet from "home (is where you build it)" 👀

Hello there @starwarjotta! Thanks for playing! :D you may absolutely have a snippet from home. It's gonna be a little short one, just because the tag/snippet games have been outpacing my actual writing just a little bit lately lmao.

Cody even offers to walk Obi-Wan to the door once he puts the car in park in the driveway, and he doesn’t push when Obi-Wan declines. Instead he passes him the keys—their fingers brushing for just a few seconds too long, sending tingles up the length of Obi-Wan’s arm—and turns to make his way across the street to the firehouse, but not before he makes Obi-Wan promise to call him if he needs anything and apologizes one more time.

You can find already completed chapters of this particular story here, and the ask game post here.

oh you see it’s me

I am home now