Question for today
What is your favorite romantic relationship (canon or non-canon)?
My answer:
Actually, there aren't many canon ships that I really like... My absolute favorite is Kanan and Hera's relationship. I love them with all my heart. They are proof that attachment doesn't make a bad thing about being a Jedi - it can become his greatest strength.
My favorite romantic relationship that has never been confirmed as canon is Obi-Wan and Cody. I can honestly say that these are two of my favorite characters. I think they complement each other perfectly.
I'm curious about your favorites and of course thank you for all your answers!
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Winter fun with the 212th and adjacent headaches :3
Happy Holidays and New Years @wanderingjedihistorian I hope you'll like this❤️ (how does it feel to be the recipient of all my codywan-related drawings XD?) Jedi are horrible disasters when you put them on ice and I will not be convinced otherwise.
Thank you @starwarsfandomfests for organizing this exchange! ❤️
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Could I have detailed out any one of these on its own and be done with it? Most likely. Did I get overwelmed with all the cool reference pictures I had found once I decided what I will draw, and then couldn't pick? Absolutely. Will I still draw Cody and Obi-Wan the first time I'll have time for a personal project next year even though I don't want to see them ever again? You know me and can recognize patterns, of course that is what I will do XD
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something something loose lips sink ships
Whether it was a prod from the Force or simply the comlink’s incessant beeping, Obi-Wan was roused to half consciousness in the darkness of his quarters. While he would have preferred to remain asleep, snugly pinned in place by the arm his commander had wrapped around him, calls in the middle of the sleep cycle during a galactic war were unlikely to be ones he could willfully ignore.
To preserve the only benefit of his newfound wakefulness — being able to indulge in the steady breathing and radiating warmth at his back — Obi-Wan pulled the comlink to him so as not to disturb what were sure to be the last few moments of Cody’s sleep.
“This is Kenobi,” he said quietly.
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There was a longer pause than Obi-Wan would have expected given the urgency of a middle of the night call.
“Of course, sir,” Crys replied through the comm. “Only, I was trying to reach Commander Cody.”
Oh. Kriff. Surely he could come up with some explanation for answering the wrong comlink. But then Cody stirred behind him, sliding his hand farther down Obi-Wan’s torso and tucking his head into Obi-Wan’s nape. Momentarily overwhelmed by sensation, all he could muster was, “I see, very odd.”
“My apologies, sir, I must have entered the wrong code.”
Obi-Wan silently cursed himself for making Crys feel he was in the wrong when it had been Obi-Wan’s mistake to pick up the wrong comlink. “It’s not a problem—”
“What’s the message, Crys?” Cody grumbled, cutting off his apology and assuredly necessitating an even more elaborate explanation on Obi-Wan’s part.
“Uh,” Crys said, hopefully not too distracted by trying to piece together what was happening on their end. “That special ops unit is on approach from Kashyyyk with, um, they said a pet? But it really sounds more like a large bug, sir.”
Immediately, Obi-Wan’s interest outweighed any desire for decorum. “Like an insect?” he asked, perking up.
Not nearly as amused, Cody sighed, the warm burst of air tickling Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I’ll meet them in the hangar bay. Send a couple nightwatch teams, too. And Crys?”
“Yessir?”
“Good soldiers keep their mouths shut.”
“Yes, sir.”
With the comm delivered, duty called. Like most mornings, Obi-Wan maneuvered in practiced coordination with Cody as they extracted themselves from the small bed.
“Firm but fair,” Obi-Wan observed. Certainly a swifter approach to handling his misstep than whatever Obi-Wan was working towards have come up with.
“I’m glad you approve of my leadership methods,” Cody wryly replied, pulling on his blacks.
Obi-Wan snorted and, while picking up his own tunic, retrieved a hand guard that had ended up across the room. “Always, my dear,” he said, taking Cody’s palm in his and pressing the armor over the back of his gloved hand.
Cody’s free hand rose to softly cup Obi-Wan’s cheek, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention. In one of their moments of shared understanding and purpose, both were drawn together for a soft press of lips and a kiss of foreheads before parting.
“Now, would you like to go see this bug in our hangar?” Cody asked, flipping his helmet onto his head with a flourish.
“How do you always know exactly what to say to woo me, Cody?” Obi-Wan said, falling into step at Cody’s side as they began another day.
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Obi-Wan: when you tryina have a romantic moment in the rain but the kids followed you both out to ask what’s for dinner :/
Cody: It’s okay, if we ignore them Waxer and Boil will realize the kitchen is quiet and they forgot to lock the baby gate.
Wooley: *looking up at the sky with eyes squinted shut right behind them* I think I’m going blind it hurts to smell!
Cody: *panicking and turning to shove Wooley’s head down* Don’t breathe in the water, that’s how you die!
Obi-Wan: *deep sigh as he lets a set of cadets and Padawan Reva climb into his robes shivering like little idiots* It’s not an act of maliciousness, they just consider the rain comforting; it’s not an act of maliciousness, they just consider the rain comforting-
Cadet: Da, are you talking to yourself?
Obi-Wan: Yeah, baby, it’s time for my hourly prayers. Let’s go back inside.
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Track: ‘Glitter & Gold’ - Barns Courtney
Cody had always said Rex would be the death of him, but he never thought about it quite so literally until he was watching his younger brother running headlong towards The Kriffing Sith Lord with two lightsabers in his hands. The cry Cody let out didn’t even sound like a word, simply a guttural feeling of fear as Rex was launched thirty feet into the air without even a second of hesitation.
It felt wrong. It was all wrong. Rex should never be alone like that. Cody was his big brother, he should always be there for him. He would die if he was alone, they always did.
He isn’t alone.
Cody wasn’t sure how the thought had come to be, but with a sudden clarity it all made sense. The goal was clear and as Rex landed before Palpatine's sneering face Cody whipped around to Obi-Wan.
“General, I need to be up there!” he yelled.
Obi-Wan blinked at him. Obviously the thought of his commander, and more importantly love of his life, running towards what looked like certain death was not what he wanted to hear right now; especially when he already had his little brother potentially dying behind him. He even got so far as to scrunch up his nose and start to argue before Ahsoka cut in.
“Master Obi-Wan!” she yelled, still holding her ground by the cliff and using it as an advantage to launch droids off the edge. “Focus on the force. It is their fight!”
Cody didn’t really know what they were saying and he wasn’t sure he cared as he watched Palpatine's red saber slowly grow. “Obi-Wan,” he nearly whispered. “Please.”
Obi-Wan took a breath, smoke burning his throat and tears from more than just the sting of ash in his eyes. He held out his lightsaber, his very life, for Cody to take. “You are coming back to me.”
It was a statement; and Cody took it and the lightsaber with more reverence than he could ever convey. He let the blade come to life, flooding him in light as he met Obi-Wan's gaze. “Always.”
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to this day i wonder what in the galaxy possessed cody to respond with "that sounds.... entertaining" when obi-wan tells him about being chained to a pole. of all the adjectives he could've used, the ever professional, protocol following marshal commander cody chooses "entertaining", therefore implying that he likes the mental image of his high general, literally his commanding officer, being tied to a pole. and he says that to obi-wan's face.
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