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deserthusbands · 2 months

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cody: i never thought i'd enjoy farming this much.

obi-wan, choosing his words carefully: well, considering how well you handle a hoe, i'd say you've found your true calling, my love.

#commander cody #desert husbands #obi wan kenobi #codywan #obi wan x cody #incorrect quotes #codywan incorrect quotes #my my could that be an innuendo..

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clover-hoe · 1 month

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Obi-Wan: your need space-therapy!!

Cody: YOU NEED IT MORE.

Obi-Wan: you shot me off a cliff anf thought i was dead because of you!

Cody: YOUR BROTHER TRIED TO KILL YOU

Obi: Yeah, but-

Cody: and all your jedi friends died

Obi: yes, well-

Cody: you have no room to talk.

#star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #post order 66 #desert husbands #my daily contribution to society #codywan #cody x obi wan

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varpusvaras · 1 month

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Beru found out about their new neighbour on a one pretty unremarkable day.

Owen was out that afternoon, gone to recycle some of the old machinery parts they had left after one of their perimeter sensors had finally been worn down by the increased storms. The desert was calm that day, thankfully, as Luke had started to become very restless from not getting to go outside in days.

Perhaps Beru should've realised that such restlessness was going to make Luke forget their usual rules, in his haste to get out of the house, as all of a sudden she noticed that the immediate area around the house was uncharacteristically quiet, and not full of noises made by little boy playing space battles.

She didn't, however, get too far in her searches, when there was a tall shadow casted onto the sand right next to hers.

"Excuse me-" The man didn't even get to finish what he was saying, when Beru had already reacher for the prybar in the toolbox and turned around, gripping it tightly and ready to strike.

The Suns were partially behind the man, obscuring his features momentarily from her. She was tall and broad-shouldered, standing straight with his head held high even in the heat of the day. On his arms he held Luke, who had his arms around the man's neck in a relaxed, loose grip.

That made her loosen up her grip from the prybar just a little. Luke had the gift of knowing when to trust people, even if sometimes that trust overextended itself a little. The man's hold of Luke was, however, also relaxed, which made him a bit more trustworthy to Beru.

The man bend down and placed Luke onto the ground, and by doing so, he gave his face enough shadow for Beru to see him better.

He looked young, if a bit weathered, with some lines already forming on his face, though Beru could tell that they were in places that usually got creased up when someone was constantly concerned about something. There was a long scar running down the side of his face, showing up starkly as the skin around it had tanned more recently. It was the thing that told Beru that the man had not spent too much time on the desert yet, despite his clothes having already been weathered as well, and his footing being even enough on the sand. His dark, curly hair looked like it had only now started to grow out of a very well-maintained shorter cut. Another sign of him being a newcomer.

Still, there was something familiar in him, something Beru couldn't quite place, and she wasn't quite sure if that should've made her relax more or be more suspicious of him.

The man looked at her. His dark eyes were just as weathered as the rest of him, but still kind.

Beru made her decision. She lowered the prybar, and let go of it with her other hand, grabbing at Luke instead.

The man's shoulders lowered a bit as well.

"Excuse me", he said. "I saw your nephew had gotten a bit far away from the house."

Beru looked down at Luke. He looked up at her, and gave her a bit of a sheepish smile.

"Yes", Beru said, and looked back up at the man. "Thank you."

The man nodded.

"No problem at all", he said to her, and then turned to speak to Luke. "Stay where you're supposed to. The desert is a dangerous place."

"But you were there by yourself as well", Luke piped up, not able to resist the urge to talk back just a little.

The man smiled at him. Beru though he had a rather nice smile, even if it was worn down as well. She wondered what kind of hardships he had gone through, out there in the Galaxy, to seem like he had been sanded down by a multiple of storms already.

"I've seen a lot of places that are worse than this, kid", the man said. "I'll be just fine."

He then nodded his head again at Beru, lifted the back of the dark blue cape he had draped over his shoulders over his head, turned around and walked into the desert without another word.

Beru watched him go, ever so slightly confused about the whole interaction. She only moved his eyes away when Luke tugged at her hand.

"Did you know him?" He asked. "I've never seen him before. Not here or in town."

Beru shook her head.

"No", she said. "Did he say anything to you?"

She had not had the mind to even ask the man his name. She looked back out in the desert. He had already disappeared somewhere beyond the dunes.

Luke shook his head.

"He did know you are my aunt", he said. "And not my mom."

True, Beru realised. He had called Luke her nephew, without any introductions.

She decided not to be too alarmed about that. There weren't a lot of people who lived in the area. Chances were that the man had just heard about them already, and remembered who lived in the house.

Still. Not a lot people lived in the area, and even less had any business around there either. On top of that, even though she was more than sure that she had never seen the man before, Beru thought he had looked awfully familiar in some way.

"He seemed nice", Luke said. "He felt nice."

"If you say so, my little sun", Beru said. "Your feelings are often very precise."

She decided not to tell Owen about the man that evening. He would've just gotten unnecessarily worried about it.

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Beru saw a dark blue cape in the corner of her eye.

When she turned, it wasn't the man from the desert, even if she was sure it was the same cape, with the tattered edges and faded shoulders.

She did know the man wearing it, though. Ben seemed to feel her eyes on him, as he also turned to look at her, and very briefly nodded at her before he went back to dealing with a customer.

Beru thought about it as she went on her business, and she walked back by Ben's stall as she came back.

Ben was already packing up by then, and Beru saw that he had also made purchases, as he was tying some wares that Beru didn't believe he had brought all the way from his house to the town. At the top were a new bedroll, and a pair of boots that even from afar looked too big for Ben's feet.

Beru smiled, before turning away. It really seemed like Ben wasn't alone anymore. That was good.

#idk just wanted to write something about desert husbands #a hot new bombshell has just entered the desert #sw #tcw #my writing #snippets #beru whitesun #commander cody #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #codywan #desert husbands #post order 66 au

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itsgoldleaf · 8 months

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What if Cody

What if Cody thinks that loving Obi-Wan was the chip’s doing?

That it was never him, even though now, after, now that he is Cody again, he still feels it tugging at his bones and clenching around his heart and blurring his vision

He reasons, as his boots sink into sand and the suns singe his cheeks and the shape on the horizon refuses to resolve itself into a house no matter how hard he squints, that if he still feels that love, now, after, then the urge to destroy it may have followed him here too

Tugging at his bones, blurring his vision

One foot goes in front of the other

There’s only one way to find out

#hi I’m feeling sad and horrible tonight #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #star wars #star wars tcw #tatooine codywan #desert husbands #possibly

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klearilist · 10 months

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trying to act normal

#desert husbands #t. e. lawrence #sherif ali #lawrence of arabia

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swordbladeknight7 · 10 months

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Codywan fluff because Obi-wan should have ‘a secret buddy on Tatooine’

Man I can’t believe they made gay people from Star Wars a real thing, life is crazy

Shirtless Cody 99% because I wanted to do a study of the Star Wars Rebels clone body type (I respectfully eat the concept art for that show *crunch munch*)——Obi-wan is also here being a menace to proper knife safety while his husband tries to make breakfast

#codywan #desert husbands #star wars the clone wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #cody x obi wan #star wars #clone wars #star wars tcw #tcw #clone wars fanart #star wars fanart #tatooine codywan

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chicknstripz · 1 year

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Nothing More Beautiful

Pairings || Cody X Obi-Wan Kenobi Warnings || Angst / PTSD / Survivors Guilt Song Inspiration || Night Argent - Nothing more beautiful Synopsis || Cody tries to comfort his traumatised husband

The soft embrace of dreams pulled away from him, his eyes fluttering as the pale sunlight assaulted them.

It was still early, the heat of the day not yet oppressive enough to quieten the calls of far away bantha, and yet despite the hour the bed was empty, the spot usually occupied by his riduur cold beneath questing fingers. Kote knew where he would find Obi-Wan if he where to look, his tortured soul drawn to the wide open plains that dipped away from their mountain home. He would sit there for hours sometimes, lost in his memories of the past, blame and guilt heavy on his shoulders as he watched his oblivious charge become a boy.

He sighed as he pulled himself upright, his old bones and battered muscles complaining from a night spent on little more than a thin mattress, and yet he would suffer it - because it was where he would wrap his arms around his beloved. Each night he would whisper gratitude into his ear, telling him how lost he would be without him. Each night he would press a kiss to his glistening brow, listening to heart breaking wishes to be the man he’d fallen in love with all those years before, and nothing could reassure the Jetii that he was as he ever had been. A kind man whom Kote could be proud to call his cyare.

The chill of night still lingered in the cave as he made his way through it, flipping on the stove as he observed the straight-backed figure sat on the outcropping. The dusty blue of his blanket complimented the auburn of his hair, the first grays softening the edges of a man who’d seen too much and blamed himself for even more, as does the tan of the desert beyond, the lighter hues showing that his general was not yet as old as his soul suggested. He greets him with a soft hum once he finally dares to break his riduur’s contemplation of the world, two cups of freshly brewed caff in hand as he lowers himself to the unforgiving stone beside him. It’s still chilled from the night before, causing a slow shiver to traverse his aged spine as he presses a faded orange mug into Obi-Wan’s hands.

“You had that dream again didn’t you”

He hums, non-committal as he takes his cup into rough hands.

“I’ve not had a night free of it, not since ...”

Obi-Wan trails off, his emotions thickening his accented voice as he heaves a sigh. Kote has long suspected the dreams to be a manifestation of his grief, the weight of everything they’d been through stuttering his own heart as his memories ebb and flow within him. A panicked run to escape people who’d once been family, their armor glowing in the ghostly light of an Utapau sunset. Three months holed up in the dingiest hole the galaxy had to offer, too afraid of everyone and anything to move from it, and then his eventual reunion with a man who’d been his everything - his eyes watery as he asked if he was a ghost.

Kote had been by his side ever since, guiding him through the good days and the bad, finding comfort in the fact that the dark side of the force dared not touch his luminous soul. He reaches over to place a gentle touch to his riduur’s knee, one the jetii grips too as the dawn chorus of metal creaks and lizard croaks drifted into a hushed silence. Out in the distance he could still hear the bantha, their low bellows carrying for miles and miles, and he wondered if his old friend Ur’uurranuurr was out there, their tall frame swaying back and forth as they guided their tribe to their next camp. He breathes deep, full of content for his life as he lets his calm drift into Obi-Wan, the softness of his voice coaxing him back from the edge as he asks the question he always asks his riduur on days like this.

“Take a look inside your heart, what do you see?”

Kenobi exhales, holding tight to the mug in his hands. At first Kote thinks he won't respond, his posture rigid as he stares out into the desert, but then he breaks, his throat bobbing as his voice cracks around his tongue.

“It’s -- torn apart.”

A brief pause, the force crackling in complaint against his skin as he battles against his emotions - his whole soul ripe for the reaping as he turns tear stained eyes to Kote

“Why do you stay Kote? I’m nothing but a broken man with nothing to give.”

“Sweetheart, you know that’s not true”

“But it is, isn’t it? Look around you! There’s nothing but misery and despair here!”

Kote follows his extended hand as it indicated first to the featureless desert, then to the cave beyond. It was true that there was little joy to be found here, his whole existence narrowed down to four walls of wind smoothed sandstone, and yet he felt like he’d never been richer in his life. Kote could go where he wanted so long as he stayed away from the main settlements, and he could do what he wanted so long as it didn’t reveal he was a clone. Sure his job at the nearby vaporator farm was far from mentally stimulating, but it was far more freeing then his life as Marshall-Commander of the 212th had ever been!

“You know what I see? I see life.”

Obi-Wan balks but otherwise says nothing, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as he stares into the depths of his cup.

“It’s all around us, dancing and swaying in the force as it finds a way to survive. Sure it’s not the nicest place in the galaxy, but it has you, and that’s all I’ve ever needed - just you.”

Kote reaches over as Obi-Wan tries to look away from him, his fingers carding into his beard as he turns his face back to his soft amber meeting pale hazel. Today Obi-Wan’s eyes lean more toward brown, taking on the hues of the walls around him as he turns toward the one being who’d kept him sane - his Adam's apple bobbing as Kote continues to infuse his being with much needed light.

“Want to know what I see when I look at you? I see a beautiful soul, one that’s given so much of himself to help those in desperate need. Every time I look into your eyes I see the light of those stars - of the souls you've saved - and not one of them knows your worth! But if you look hard enough you will find one amongst them who cares, one who’d give anything to see you put the past behind you. Will it hurt? Yes, yes it will, but you can’t help Luke if you are sitting here letting the past consume you.”

“He doesn’t need me either ...”

“Yes he does. Who else is going to give him lovingly repaired spaceship models? Owen? Pah, I don’t think so! He’d have the kid fixing vaporators all day long, and we both know the kid isn’t into that kind of osik -- he’s too much like this father.”

“That’s what I’m worried about. What if I fail him like I failed ...”

“You didn’t fail him sweetheart. You tried your best to be a good master to him, taught him everything you knew about the living force, but there isn’t much you can do when a teen has decided they’ve learned everything they need to know about life. Will Luke go through that phase? Most likely, but you are better prepared to help him deal with that should he ever come looking for such guidance. You know to meet resistance with gentle patience, know to listen with an open heart if he has something he needs to say, and most importantly you know better then to meet a student’s ego with your own.”

“I don’t have a ...”

“Yes you do Mr. Negotiator.”

Obi-Wan chuckles, giving into the wise observation of his lover. He’d taunted and teased, pushed and pulled, constantly meeting Anakin’s boyish energy with his own, and he wondered how Anakin might have turned out if he’d been a little older - a little more rounded - before he took him on as an apprentice? The warmth of the desert air lingers in his throat as he takes a breath, the taste of baked soil threatening to drag him back to Mustafar, but as always Kote’s hand on his knee holds him steady.

“I suppose you're right.”

“Of course I am! Remember what Rex always used to say?”

“Your marshal-commander is always right, even when he’s wrong.”

A hesitant smile crosses Kenobi’s lips, the ambient light of the sun bleaching his eyes blue.

“I -- I wish I did more for him, for them all.”

The silence stretches into the horizon line, thick with the loss of ages as Obi-Wan exhales a shaky breath - letting free at least some of the guilt that had haunted him for so long as he breathed his desires to the binary suns.

“You did what you could cyare, which was far more than any other being in this galaxy”

“It wasn’t enough ... still isn’t ...”

Kote follows his riduur’s gaze as his pain buffets around him, his head bowed as he cards his fingers into his graying curls.

“You were forced into a situation beyond your control, just as I was. Do you know how many of my men I had to kill just to escape Utapau? Dozens. But I know they would have preferred to die by my hand then suffer the alternative ...”

The 212th had been full of honorable men. They wouldn’t have wanted to be part of the empire, wouldn’t have wanted to cause pain to a people they had once defended with pride. No, they would rather die than that. Did it hurt? Without a doubt. But what more could he have done for them? He’d been on the run, couldn’t have taken even one vod for fear of being spotted, let alone get said soldier off planet. Not only that but he hadn’t known why his vode turned on the jetii, had lived in fear that any vod he tried to save might turn on him for disobeying orders. He trails his eyes down to his hands, trying not to see the blood that stained his soul - wishing - and hoping that his vode had finally found the rest they deserved in the Manda

“We’re both broken, have both done things we’d rather have not done. Yet those broken halves, they make a whole, a unique and beautiful whole.”

Obi-Wan shifts closer, leaning into the soft warmth of his riduurs side with a slow sigh, one that only grows deeper as he loops a cautious arm around his waist.

“Thank you Kote -- for everything”

“You don’t have to thank me cyar’ika.”

“I know, but I want to thank you regardless. There are not many men who’d stick with their riduur through something like this.”

Kote wants to scoff, wants to shout to the blazing suns that people like that had no right to the title, but he holds it in. Not everyone is as tenacious as he is. Some would balk at the idea of living in the desert for the rest of their lives, others would find the lack of true friends alienating and depressing, whilst others still would turn their nose at the idea of living with a wanted criminal. Kote hated that word. Criminal. It was the furthest thing from the truth when it came to Kenobi, and yet he saw it everywhere - emblazoned on wanted posters as if it would gain some kind of truth if enough people saw it.

“I’m not a man sir, at least not as far as the empire is concerned”

It was a bad joke. He knew it, Obi-Wan knew it, and yet it made them laugh - the cave echoing with it as they eased back into old familiarity.

“Then it’s a good thing the empire isn’t here, isn’t it”

The laughter stutters, turns into a hesitant sound full of concern that speaking such things aloud might break the luck they had found. They were safe here, as safe as two wanted men could be on a backwater planet full of criminals, and the last thing Kote wanted was to shatter the fragile peace he had found here. He takes a breath, prays to the Manda for continued luck to smile upon them, then exhales - settling his head to Obi-Wan's shoulder.

“Yeah, it is, and long may it stay away”

The quiet hush that settles upon him soothes as much as it pains, the dawn chorus of animal sounds fading to nothingness as the heat of the day works its way into the cave. It’s going to be another hot day, he can feel it - the ache already settling into his bad knee. Young him would have scoffed if one of his vode told him spin kicking droids was a bad idea, whilst present him wishes he could go back and tell himself to stop being such a showoff - it simply wasn’t worth it. Another sigh, this one deeper as he extends his leg over the side of the outcropping, the muscles complaining every step of the way as he nudges into his companion.

“Want me to come into town with you today?”

At first Kote thinks Obi-Wan might say no, might say the two of them in one place was too big of a risk to take, but he doesn’t - his smile warming as he allows himself a rare indulgence.

“I’d like that Kot'ika”

It was the first of many indulgences, the first of many smiles, and Kote can’t help but bask in the knowledge that the worst was finally behind them

#codywan #post order 66 #Commander Cody #obi-wan kenobi #Angst #so much angst #they've been through a lot #desert husbands #oneshot #star wars fanart #star wars writing #repost

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deserthusbands · 2 months

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cody: i never thought i'd miss the comfort of the barracks until now.

obi-wan: oh, come now, cody. nothing says comfort like sleeping under the stars with sand in every crevice

#commander cody #desert husbands #obi wan kenobi #codywan #obi wan x cody #incorrect quotes #codywan incorrect quotes #sand #cody is not a fan of sand

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artistic-lightcycle · 2 years

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Snowfalling in the desert

Lawrence is wearing Ali's coat (the one he's wearing in the cave near Dera)

#LoA #fanart #lawrence of arabia #my art #t.e. lawrence #peter o'toole #ali ibn el kharisch #omar sharif #desert husbands #snow #look at my little gay beans in the snow #they still are in arabia #its just winter and really cold

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gicolette · 1 year

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Second chapter of Tatooine Husbands is here after a long, long time. I really like how it turned out. Still, heed the warnings for this deals with the usual canon references to violence and the aftermath of that. There is mention of wounds, wound care, amnesia and probably something akin to suicidal ideation. Please be safe.

Otherwise, enjoy your stay :)

#Codywan #Desert husbands #Tatooine Husbands #Tatooine Folklore #Commander Cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars #Order 66 #The Clone Wars #Post Order 66 #Gico tries to write

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itsgoldleaf · 1 year

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they’re together on tatooine. obi-wan’s old commander and cody’s old jedi.

they’re greyer, grumpier, middle aged on an outer rim rock together. the thread of their last argument is so easy to find and pick up from where it lay in the dust for so many lost years. they carry it between them and speak words into each other’s ears close and trembling and it’s too good to be true and the galaxy is kind at last because it lets it be true

(moonshine on the roof of the house, backs to the walled edge, the bruised sky purpling into night overhead)

waiting and not worrying on market days alone in the house. keeping occupied with sand that will not stay swept and the household minutiae, dishes, folding the same two shirts. not glancing at the window or the time. an approaching silhouette surrounded by dunes, and the way the stomach settles at the sight

(one day there’s two silhouettes. kote tells ben to stop bringing home strays and later ben catches kote tucking the tooka into its bed. it’s cold at night, ben. i’m not a monster any more)

the old patterns are easy and the old patterns are hard and they sit with rotgut (or tea, which in kote’s opinion is rotgut) that makes them wheeze while the pockmarked sky sings to them a story of a galaxy they once knew and maybe loved and definitely lost. arms slung around shoulders because it is cold, and they don’t need to say it because it’s been years now

they know what they mean to each other

they’ve been a long time coming

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #Star Wars #tcw #Star Wars tcw #tatooine codywan #desert husbands #hi I’m not normal about these two and their life o n tatooine which is 100% canon george lucas told me #just let these gay old men live on their worm farm goddamnit

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cherrifire · 9 months

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