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dontbelasagnax · 2 months

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little longer than a drabble tatooine husbands drabble 🫶

"You know what your problem is?" If anyone else said this to Cody, he'd break their arm. However it's Obi-Wan. And he happens to deliver it with adoration and hearts dancing in his eyes.

"What," Cody says in a drawl drier than the hottest day on this Force-forsaken scorched dustball of a planet.

"You worry entirely too much, my dear."

Cody looks at him. It's a long look. One that ferments the longer it goes. "Right."

"Mhm." He sounds so satisfied as he moseys into Cody's personal space that hasn't belonged to only himself in a considerable amount of time. "I believe I have the facilities to ease such a predicament."

Cody lets himself be nudged to lean against their kitchen counter. His hands find the soft woven tunic around Obi-Wan's unbelted waist. He'll allow himself to be distracted for this; if he's correct about where this is going. "You do?"

This close together, the wrinkles of Obi-Wan's face blur. "Yes," he says and warm lips meet Cody's.

Cody's eyes fall shut. His husband has a gift because, yeah, the soft, insistent press of his body wipes the thoughts from Cody's mind. Easy as anything he gets lost in kiss after kiss. A thumb rubs warm, tantalizing circles just under the hem of his hastily thrown-on top.

When Obi-Wan pulls away, Cody follows. Whiskers nuzzle his cheek instead. Words spoken are a quiet reassuring balm he would never ask for. "Rooh and the banthas are fine. They've likely wandered to graze." That in itself does not bode well but Obi-Wan continues, "No, the local Tusken tribe won't go back on their word and do anything untoward to the dears. They're more likely to return them to us. Our girls are just fine."

Cody exhales long and slow. He noses in closer as the tension releases from his body. A warm embrace.

"Okay?" asks Obi-Wan. Both his hands are under Cody's shirt now, rubbing up his back.

"Yeah."

He feels Obi-Wan smile against his cheek. "Now then," lips purse and lightly kiss him, "come back to bed. By the time I'm done with you the girls will have returned and the Lars will be expecting us for lunch."

Cody follows Obi-Wan back to their rumpled bed, fighting back a smile. When his back meets the mattress and he has a lapful of Obi-Wan he lets it melt away into the joy of life thrumming through his blood.

It's not always like this. They have their moods. The days when the past echoes too loud in the quiet of the desert. But he's here. He's alive. His joints ache and his hair is threaded with more grey than black these days. And, against all odds, Obi-Wan's here with his own hands worn with age that fit perfectly in Cody's.

The first sun starts to creep up over the horizon, filtering in through a slatted window, and Cody mind blurs to enjoy their lazy early morning lovemaking.

#needed them to kiss and none of my wips had the right vibes for it so i wrote this lil thing :3 #codywan #my writing #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #tatooine husbands

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enjxlrass · 9 months

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aliit

@codywanweek day 2: tatooine husbands

this one was so fun to draw bc I love the idea of tatooine husbands and also the idea of obi-wan and cody raising luke dehchbbuhdwchhb

luke is a sleeby boy

close ups under the cut :]

#codywan #codywan week 2023 #codywan week #cww2023 #tatooine husbands #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #luke skywalker #ej’s art

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yellowishart · 9 months

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Remember when I said I only did one prompt for @codywanweek? I just remembered I had the background for this done and decided to do some very simple foreground lol.

So yeah, a bit late but have some Day 3: Stars (and arguably day 2: Tatooine Husbands)

#cww2023 #codywanweek2023 #type: art #day 3 #art prompt: stars #yellowisharo #my art #codywan #codywan week #tatooine husbands #codywan art #stars #galaxy

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inkformyblood · 5 months

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miss you when i see the sun (CWFKB #3)

Fill for "Sticky Kiss" for @codywanfirstkissbingo! Tatooine Husbands

The vaporater groans through another automated maintenance cycle, a flash of lights along the side flickering orange and then, regrettably, red. Cody twists the wrench round in his palm, the crack in the wooden handle cutting into his skin before he adjusts it, and crouches back down on his haunches. Sweat prickles along the nape of his neck, soaking into the hood he’s drawn up over his head as the suns crept higher in the sky, and there’s a scratch in his throat that’s been demanding to be addressed for nearly as long. He swallows, a click echoing in the confines of his thoughts like a blaster hitting empty, fired again and again and again, and—

Vaporater. The vaporater is broken. He is fixing it. Obi-Wan is in town and will be back soon.

Cody isn’t at war, not anymore.

He tugs the panel open once more, revealing a heavy network of gears, some slowly rotating in place but the majority are still, shuddering in their casing. A thin stream of smoke pools forth from one of the lower sections, the scent thick despite appearances and Cody coughs, smacking his hand against the control panel to turn the vaporater off. On the back of his tongue, the scent lingers, purely mechanical in nature, and it is that thought that bothers Cody more than having to be out here, a speck in a desert that still remembers it used to be an ocean and has been cultivating a resentment for an eternity. It had been a lifetime since Cody had first gone into combat, but he remembers the way a droid twitched when it fell, a splutter of sparks like a final gasp falling from the hole Cody had just shot into it. It smelt the same.

Cody shoves the wrench against the sticking gear, rising up onto his knees to press his body weight against the thin lever, already a little broken, a little make-do and he should be more careful with it but his thoughts tangle up in the heavy footsteps of an enemy that’s been decommissioned for decades, and he pushes. The gear gives way, the crack in the handle widens, and Cody hits the control switch once more. The lights flicker orange then green.

“Cody!”

Cody turns, a twinge of pain in his back, an answering echo in his knee, and shades his eyes. Obi-Wan raises his hand in greeting, lopsided due to the heavy pack balanced on his hip. He’s thrown his cloak back and his hair catches the sunlight, turning the silver brushed through his temples a deep golden hue. His grin is wide, unrestrained and beautiful, Cody’s heart stuttering to an abrupt halt and restarting when Obi-Wan reaches him, leaning down to wrap his free arm around Cody’s shoulders in a tight embrace. His skin is flushed and his breath is strained but he hums as Cody reaches up to squeeze Obi-Wan’s hand with his own.

“Did you fix it?” Obi-Wan shifts his pack with a grunt, tipping his head to one side — closer to Cody, some strands of his hair falling free to brush against Cody’s forehead and he’s surrounded, comforted right down to his bones, worn thin as they are.

Cody nods, flicking the panel closed and dropping the wrench back into the toolbox. The crack in the handle gleams bright in the sunlight, a dark line bitten into his palm and he curls his hand into a fist. “I think so. Temporarily at least.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan stands uneasily, bracing himself against Cody’s shoulder as he halts part of the way. His lip curls, his eyes wide and focused on nothing except the pain lancing up and down his spine. The moment passes, it always does, and Obi-Wan relaxes into his stance. There’s a ghost of his saber at his hip and his hand lingers before he adjusts the pack once more. “Shall we go inside? I have something for you.”

“You didn’t need to,” Cody says reflexively, every reaction braided into his genes rewired to the life he has found himself in, the space he had carved out a section of his skull and defected from his purpose to find. There’s something warm in his chest despite his denial, a ember he has carried and nursed ever since he’d turned on his heel in the sterile stretch of a command deck and bumped into the man who would be his General, his Jedi, his Obi-Wan.

He’d never said anything, but, as Obi-Wan holds his hand out for Cody to take, perfectly in step with each other, even now, both older than they had ever thought possible, he doesn’t think he needs to. Obi-Wan knows, they both know. All that remains is the first step.

“I wanted to,” Obi-Wan says. His hand lingers in Cody’s, the pads of his fingers rough and the calluses across the stretch of his palm catching on the topography of Cody’s skin, and he pulls away as they step across the threshold into their home.

Cody sighs, peeling the sodden fabric from his head and scrubbing a hand over his head to try and knock some of the sand free as he lingers in the entryway. The hut is cool, dappled in shadow as Obi-Wan draws the slats back on the small window overlooking the huddled kitchen and shoulders his pack onto the table. The wood groans beneath the weight and Cody moves over, snapping the fastenings open.

“There.” Obi-Wan points to the package resting on top of everything else. It’s small and lovingly wrapped in a cloth patterned with geometric lines crossing over each other. “I hope it isn’t squashed, I tried so hard to make sure it was safe.”

Cody nods, his mouth dry, his mind empty except for a distant ringing as he picks up the package. There’s a heft to it despite the small size and his fingers slip as he begins to pick at the knot, drawing the fabric free. Beyond him, Obi-Wan begins to unpack the bag, the gentle rustling of packages filling the quiet sanctuary of their home. The fabric falls free and Cody blinks up at Obi-Wan.

“Fruit?”

Obi-Wan nods, rocking back onto his heels, his hands clasped in front of him. His thumb worries over the knuckle of his opposite hand and he chews on the inside of his cheek before he answers. “Do you like it?”

Cody blinks past a haze of tears — he’s a soldier, he’s cut a chip out of his brain without anything in his chest except rage, and he’s mourned more losses than he could remember even with enhancements, but a fruit from Kamino in the middle of a desert is enough to break him completely — and nods, lowering his head. He raises the fruit to his mouth and bites down. Juice floods his mouth, escaping down his cheeks and onto the fabric and he chases after it, tasting a home he never thought he would know again.

Sniffing, he glances up at Obi-Wan, carefully turned away at the sink, busying himself with the already clean dishware. “Thank you.” He chews, swallows, and presses his thumb to the edge of the bitten section, watching the flesh dimple beneath his touch, a rush of dark liquid flooding his nails. “Have you ever had this before?”

“I haven’t.” Obi-Wan places the cup he had been holding back onto the counter.

“Come here. Try some.”

“Cody—”

“Please.” Cody holds out his hands, the fruit cupped between his palms and it is the same shade of blue as Obi-Wan’s eyes, just as beautiful as he was the first day Cody met him. Obi-Wan chews his way around a chuckle and walks over. He cups his hands beneath Cody’s and raises the fruit to his mouth, taking a small bite. It sounds wet and Obi-Wan raises his head, his mouth stained dark, and Cody leans forward to kiss him. Obi-Wan sighs, tipping his head to deepen the kiss, and it’s sticky with juice, tasting sweet and Cody should have done this so much sooner.

#codywan #star wars #cwfkb #cwfkb2023 #codywan first kiss bingo #codywan first kiss bingo 2023 #my writing #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #tatooine husbands #fanfic

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ihathbenobiwankenobied · 1 year

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Obi-Wan grows a mullet for Cody on tatooine and Cody grows a full beard and long hair

#mayday is what i think tatooine husbands cody vibe is #and cody cant stop thinking about the picture he saw of obi wans mullet #so obi wan gets one as a gift #tell me im wrong #obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander cody #fanfic #tatooine husbands

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felixeis003 · 11 months

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Wip

#star wars #commander cody #codywan #fanart #obi wan kenobi #cc 2224 #tatooine husbands #myart

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theratratatouille · 6 months

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the depression has hit once again so I'm back on my dumb writing let's kill a bunch of gay fictional men bc I'm not at all projecting on them

#yes I'm talking about #codywan #what about it #I love my sad #tatooine husbands #star wars

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random-letters-i-just-thought-of · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody Additional Tags: Mentioned Luke Skywalker, Mentioned Leia Organa, CC-2224 | Cody and Obi-Wan Kenobi on Tatooine, secret tatooine buddies, Planet Tatooine (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody on Tatooine, Obi-Wan Kenobi on Tatooine, Force Meditation (Star Wars), Tatooine Husbands, Early Mornings, Sunrises, First Kiss, Unnecessarily poetic but ok, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 5 of My works for Codywan First Kiss Bingo Summary:

At first glance, Tatooine may seem like a hostile, barren and uncharitable planet. A place of struggle, despair and death. A depressing setting. No place to live. And yet, when you learn where to look, when you learn to look past the endless desert and unscalable dunes, you can find the first glimpse of light at the horizon. The sun is starting to rise. If you persist long enough, the sunrise will come. And then, no place will be brighter than here on Tatooine. These are Twinsuns after all. (You know that one Codywan Comic panel? Where Obi Wan's waiting for the sunrise and Cody is there to comfort him? Yep, it's that but make it Tatooine)

I shamefully neglected Tatooine Husbands in my works for @codywanfirstkissbingo so far, so this is me trying to make up for that with my fill for the prompt "hopefull kiss". Enjoy! The title is from the song "Flares" by The Script. Go check it out, it's amazingly Star Wars coded!

Woohoo, first bingo! I actualy have wips for like at least two more rows, but we'll se how much i'll actually manage to write, haha.

Deep in his meditation, Obi Wan felt Cody approaching long before he heard his careful, well-trained, nearly silent footsteps on the sand. He smiled. Even though it hadn't even been two weeks since Cody showed up at his doorstep, his force presence was already as familiar to him as it could be. It was somehow different now than it was back in the Clone Wars. Duller. Where there had once been a burning, warm sun radiating light, there was now only a small flickering lantern, whose housing had been broken and dulled, had been crudely fixed, and was now barely being held together by some miracle and pure will alone. But it was still the same light. Still his wonderful, beautiful Cody.

And who was he to talk. He knew how broken he was inside. He was the one who sneaked out in the early morning hours to meditate in the soothing, cooling darkness, shaken from his sleep by the nightmares once again.

He hadn't wanted to wake Cody, even though he knew the other would probably notice him missing soon. They slept in the same bed, after all. For one thing, because Obi Wan only had one and desert nights were cold. He would not have Cody sleep on the ground. And for another, because they had done it so many times before anyway. Countless diplomatic or undercover missions. Battle campaigns with shrinked resources that left them with only one tent to share. It would feel ridiculous to start being sensitive about that stuff now. And somehow, it just felt so right. Having Cody next to him again. Like a part of himself that had been missing had returned.

So, of course, Cody had noticed, and of course he had come to look for him. Normally, Obi Wan would have worried if he would find him, after all, his little meditation spot was a good way from their little hut. But he had been pretty sure Cody knew the whole area well enough, judging from how long he had loitered there, before he finally brought up the courage to reveal himself. And it seemed he had been right.

He sensed Cody coming to a halt right behind him, waiting for something. For him. Obi Wan smiled. He remembered the first time Cody had walked in on him meditating in his quarters on the negotiator. It had been a scary experience for both of them. For Cody to see his Jedi motionlessly and unresponsively hoovering in the air, and for Obi Wan to be forcibly shaken out of his meditation by someone suddenly grabbing his shoulder. Well, now they both knew better. Like so many times before, Cody just waited for Obi Wan's senses, which were much more attuned to Cody know, to alert him of his presence and for Obi Wan to return from his meditation.

So that was what Obi Wan did now. Not because Cody bothered him. Quite the contrary, Cody's presence behind his shoulder was incredibly comforting. Obi Wan knew he would wait as long as he needed. But it had probably been a while already, anyway.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he had been right: The first dawn was already showing on the horizon.

For some time, they just sat in silence, Obi Wan on his slab of rock and Cody standing behind him, facing the approaching sunrise in front of them.

"What are you doing out here?", Cody broke their silence.

Obi Wan hummed something incomprehensible while shifting on his rock, so Cody could sit down next to him.

"Hm, oh, I'm just watching the sunrise, my dear."

"You're a bit early for that" Cody remarked dryly.

Obi Wan smiled wistfully. "That's the fun part. You can't be too early for that. No matter how long you have to wait, no matter how dark the night seems, sometime it'll always get brighter. The sun will always come. Light will always prevail." His voice faded out, and it was quiet for some time. Obi Wan didn't look at Cody. He didn't need to. He felt his presence by his side as if it were an extension of his own.

"And here I was, thinking they reminded you of me", Cody jokes.

Now, Obi Wan turned to him and looked him in the eyes. "They do."

Cody blushed and turned away. A wonderful sight that only made Obi Wan's smile grow.

For a while, they just sat in peaceful silence and waited. It was getting brighter now. Soon the first one of Tatooin's suns would scrape at the horizon. But Obi Wan felt that something was still troubling Cody. He had that look in his eyes when he had something on his mind, but wasn't sure if he should bring it up.

"What's wrong, Cody?"

Cody shot him a surprised look and already opened his mouth to brush it off as nothing. Then he closed it again and sighed. He looks down at the ground and takes some time to find his words.

"Where is our sun, Obi Wan?", he asked then.

Obi Wan turned his head to see, for the first time in days, the pure pain and despair that they both carried within them, openly on Cody's face.

"Where is our light? Cause to me, everything still seems pretty dark. Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad. You're right, we shouldn't give up hope and everything. I just..." Cody's voice broke. When he continued, it was barely a whisper. "It's so hard. I don't know how you did it. How you're still... sane. Still hoping."

Obi Wan closes his eyes and prepares himself for the by now familiar wave of pain. He let it wash over him, took the feelings in, and then let them go.

He turned to look back at the horizon, not quite ready to look Cody in the eyes, but it was time to tell him. He took a deep breath.

"You know the boy I'm watching over?"

"The Larsens' kid?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I've seen you talk to him."

"His name is Luke Skywalker. He's... he's Anakin's son."

Cody took his time to process the information. "Senator Amidala?", he asked then.

Obi Wan nodded. "She had twins. The girl, Leia, is with Senator Organa. You've met her, I believe."

"Oh yeah", Cody chuckled quietly. "That checks out." He paused again. Then he added, from the bottom of his heart: "Sweet girl."

Obi Wan smiled. "She is. They are both wonderful. You should see them, Cody." He turns to the other man now, desperate to let his answer be enough. To give him something to hold onto in his despair. "They shine so brightly in the force", he tries to explain. "Like a beacon. Like a sun. Twinsuns."

Cody can't feel them like he does, but something in Obi Wan's eyes seems to convince him. "They're the future", Obi Wan adds. "They're our new hope. I just know."

They're holding hands by now; Obi Wan doesn't know since when. But when Cody smiles, he can't help but cup his cheek in his hand. Cody's eyes glow, and his other hand comes up to clasp Obi Wan's.

"Well, then there might be a sunrise after all", he murmurs.

Obi Wan brings their foreheads together. "There will be." He whispers. "Trust me."

And then, when Cody kisses him, it feels like the real sunrise is not happening behind them, where the twinsuns are now painting the sky a spectacular red and orange, but here, right beside him, where a small flame in the force starts to grow again.

(Listen, I know the sunrise aligning perfectly with the plot is not realistic. But they deserve a poetic and chinematic first kiss and you can't stop me.)

Important lyrics:

Did you lose what won't return? Did you love but never learn? The fire's out but still it burns And no one cares, there's no one there

Did you find it hard to breathe? Did you cry so much that you could barely see? You're in the darkness all alone And no one cares, there's no one there

But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light? Did you feel the smoke in your eyes? Did you, did you? Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

- "Flares" by The Script

#codywan #cwfkb2023 #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #tatooine husbands #secret tatooine buddies #I know it's a little overly poetic #But my sister said it's actualy her favorite out of all my fills so far so my confidence is high enough to post it anyway haha

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elwenyere · 1 year

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Congratulations on the follower milestone, so well-deserved! 🎉

May I humbly suggest Codywan + love language as a prompt? 🧡

Grow Old (Codywan, 738w)

Rating: G

Tags: Established Relationship, Tatooine Husbands, Past Trauma, Recovery

Summary: A small Tatooine Husbands vignette.

Author’s Note: This is the third ficlet for my follower celebration on Tumblr, in response to the wonderful Codywan prompts provided by @goldleaf-art and @oathkeeperoxas: “love languages” and “silent devotion,” respectively. Thank you so much to goldleaf and Serie for the incredible inspiration (in the prompts and in your gorgeous stories): for the two of you, I knew I had to do Tatooine husbands, so this is part gift, part tribute. <3<3<3

Ficlet below the cut - or you can read it on AO3

"Cody?”

It was Obi-Wan’s voice, drifting out from the hut and still stretching through the last cracks of his sleep. The call was curious but not concerned - Cody had left his vibroblade next to the bed as a sign that he’d felt safe when he left - so he waited a beat before responding, giving himself time to savor the experience of hearing his own name, the way its syllables sounded through the dry stillness of the desert morning and the filter of Obi-Wan’s weathering accent.

“Out here,” he called back, unbending from his crouch next to the garden beds with a few syncopated pops in his knees and a mostly smothered wince.

Obi-Wan must have sensed Cody's lack of urgency, because when he appeared at the doorway to their hut he had two mugs in hand: one for his own tea and a second for the caff that Cody liked a little on the milky side these days.

“You’re up early,” Obi-Wan observed - the words neutral but the tone probing - and it was true. Cody was usually the later riser.

It was also true, in this case, that he'd barely gone down at all. The two of them had gotten into a - well, Cody supposed most people would call it a fight, though Obi-Wan rarely let Cody engage him directly enough for it to feel like that’s what it was. Not like the fights Cody had gotten into with Rex or Fox or Alpha. And not like the arguments he turned on himself when he thought of his brothers either: a tissue-deep burn in his chest that could simulate fullness, at least for a little while.

He and Obi-Wan were more careful with each other’s anger now, and Cody knew the reasons why. He still started most days by picking his way around the half-obliterated nightmares and scraps of memory the reasons left littered around his mind. But there were times when he missed the blows he and his general had traded on the sparring mat - even the sharp words they’d sometimes yelled across the battlefield.

Or maybe he just missed the old lie: that when he was in a position to shatter the ground beneath their feet, he would know it.

“I fixed the irrigation issue,” he said, taking his caff as Obi-Wan joined him by the edge of their fledgling garden. “Since you were so put out last night about the black melon leaves wilting.”

Obi-Wan made a noise of protest, slightly muffled by the sip he’d just taken from his mug.

“I do not,” he said, sounding decidedly put out, “get put out.”

“My mistake,” Cody replied mildly. “Must have picked the wrong word. You know I have trouble remembering things these days.”

He made a show of tapping his finger to his temple, and Obi-Wan graced him with a theatrical roll of his eyes. But the lines on Obi-Wan’s face were a little looser by the time he turned to stare back down at the beds. He took his time observing the changes, his gaze moving over the new system of moisture spikes and buried clay pots that Cody had installed around the rows of seedlings.

“This is a very sensible arrangement,” he offered at last. Primly, some might say.

“I know it is,” Cody responded, letting the smallest hint of a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He bumped his shoulder against Obi-Wan’s. “It’s just a garden, you know. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than that.”

Obi-Wan grimaced before smoothing out his expression again.

“Am I that obvious?”

It was a question meant to sound tossed off, and Cody recognized the pattern of the delivery from memory: the sly lilts and tonal feints that had made Obi-Wan’s voice such a precision weapon for so long. But it came out sharper than it would have then - more raw, the patches of erosion showing through around the edges.

“You’re not as good at masking it anymore,” Cody replied, taking a long drag from his caff before adding: “I don’t mind that part, actually.”

Obi-Wan bumped his shoulder back against Cody’s and then stayed there, resting his weight on Cody’s arm as they contemplated the prospect before them: the crawl of flat heat across the sand, the spindly tendrils of green at their feet.

“It’s just a garden,” Obi-Wan repeated.

“Not a test,” Cody agreed. “An experiment. We’re just seeing what can grow.”

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #tatooine husbands #tumblr celebration #my fics #thank you goldleaf and serie!!!

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