#codywanweek

Based off that one interview about how Cody almost made into the Kenobi show

Hi all, mod Yellow here. I finally graduated back in November and spent the last two months resting (and now looking for a job), but I hope to get the 2025 masterlist up soon followed by getting the weekly spotlight up and running again!

For now, since the next year will probably be fairly hectic again for me, we've decided to do a slightly different event than usual for 2026, namely:

Finish/reimagine your past codywanweek WIPs!

p.s. Cody is Kote in pretty much everything i write, and the clones speak mando'a, just as a lil warning. it's canon, i fear.

Someone, Evermore (Sunshine, Evermore) - 80,478 words, 19 chapters. Cody-centric. Force sensitive Cody. A wartime falling in love story. Far too much water imagery. Cody changes the world and Obi-Wan loves him.

birds of a feather (we should stick together) - 5,410 words, oneshot. Obi-Wan-centric. Deleted scene from Someone, Evermore. Obi-Wan and Anakin are brothers.

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? - 8,386 words, oneshot. Cody-centric. Post-war. Order 66 didn't happen. Cody and Obi-Wan are married. Mistaken identity trope turned into a 5+1 fic. Kinda funny, I think.

Oh Glory (come and find me) - 16,119 words, oneshot. Dual POV. Post-Order 66. Angst and pining with lots of remembering and forgetting. Flashbacks. Inspired heavily by Part II by Paramore (and I suppose Let The Flames Begin by proxy).

stardust blowing in the wind - 8,247 words, oneshot. Outsider POV. Written for CodyWan Week '25, Day 3: Tatooine Husbands. Told from the POV of an OC woman who lives in Anchorhead. Post-Order 66. Soft. People growing old. Friendship and love.

Joy, After All - 3,771 words, oneshot. Satine-centric. Post-war. Satine lives. Order 66 didn't happen. Satine reflects on war, joy, choices and Obi-Wan. Bit of a character study. Satine is happy for Codywan. Satine and Obi-Wan deserve to be besties.

Happy @codywanweek everyone! So excited to share this with you!

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Summary: Set in the 1920s, Cody is an Archologist who has discovered an artifact that could change everything relating to the ancient Jedi people. His brother, Rex, sends him to find an expert of Jedi Linguistics, Obi Wan Kenobi. Unfortunately, Count Dooku and his henchman, Grievous, are on their tale and the only way to secure the information they need is to travel together to Egypt and find it first. Along the way they discover more about themselves and each other.

Excerpt:

Cody slowed, his chest heaving as he approached the University. He looked behind him, not seeing the figure in black trailing him. He wiped the sweat off his brow and straightened his flat cap, adjusted his tie, pulled at the bottom of the waist coat and kept a firm grip on the satchel on his shoulder. He didn’t need to bring any more attention to himself than he already did, his dark skin making him stick out like a sore thumb on the Newcastle streets.

He pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket and read the name for the hundredth time since he set out on his journey from Cairo.

Mister Obi Wan Kenobi

Master Linguist, The University of Newcastle

Tyne and Wear, England

He rolled his eyes and shoved the paper back in his pocket as he walked under red brick arches and made his way to the linguistic building that he had been directed to by a crotchy professor. The building was cool and dark. He looked at the index on the far wall at the entrance but couldn’t find the name at first. He huffed. If he’d come all this way for nothing he was going to kill his brother.

Upon second viewing the name was there, hidden at the bottom in a much smaller font.

Mister Kenobi – B

Cody looked at the dark unlit stairs and followed them down. As far as he could tell this was just a storage area of sorts. Desks lined the corridor; chairs stacked on top so high they looked like they may all fall over at any moment.

A faint orange glow emanated from a door at the end of the hall and Cody pressed on, feeling a prickle at the back of his neck. He thought he heard the door open above and quickened his steps while keeping them light and as silent as possible.

He tentatively pushed the door to the room open. Jazz music filtered from somewhere and the faint whistle of someone trying to keep time with the trumpet. The room was bathed in warm light, a large desk sat in the middle, piled with all manner of artifacts and books. Large, dusty tomes the size of a kitchen table lay open, strange writing traced on pieces of scrap paper scattered around.

This must be the place, he thought.

“Hello.” He called into the room.

He heard something fall and wandered further in. Tall bookshelves lined either side of the room, others running parallel. There was a rustle above and Cody’s hand went for his revolver.

He paused as a head popped up. “Hello there.” The man said cheerfully as he brushed his copper hair out of his bright blue eyes. Cody seemed to lose his voice for a moment as he watched the man roll over the top of the bookshelf and jump to the floor athletically.

His pants were beige and littered with ink stains Cody knew would never come out. They were held up by brown suspenders over a crumpled white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His tie hung loose around his neck, giving a much more nonchalant air than Cody had been expecting.

He had assumed Mister Kenobi would be old. He was supposedly the foremost expert on the ancient Jedi language and the only person who could translate the item in his care. He hadn’t expected someone so young and…good looking.

Cody realized he was taking too long to speak, too hypnotized by the man’s floppy hair, neat beard and small round glasses that hung from the neck of his shirt.

Cody cleared his throat. “Are you Mister Kenobi?” he asked.

The man smiled widely. “You’re a Kiwi.” He stated.

“I…uh…yes. Cody Fett.” He said, finally getting around to the formalities.

“It’s a pleasure.” The man said, taking Cody’s hand in his and shaking it firmly. Cody couldn’t help but notice how soft his hands were in comparison to his own. They felt nice. “Yes, I am Obi Wan Kenobi. May I help you with something?”

Cody let out a deep breath. He’d gotten pretty good at summing up the situation in the last few weeks. He hoped he could do it in record time before his shadows caught up with him.

“Yes. I am an archeologist. I was recently on a dig in Cairo and discovered something I believe may include some ancient Jedi text. I was told you might be able to help translate. I think it holds the key to the location of an ancient site.”

Cody reached in his bag and pulled out a gold disc, covered in an alphabet he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Obi Wan had moved closer, his hands reaching for Cody’s. “May I?” he asked without looking up.

“Of course.” Cody said, handing the artifact over and crossing to the door to close it. The faint music still played in the background and Cody noticed Obi Wan moved to it rhythmically while he ran his fingers delicately over the piece.

“Do you think you could help?” Cody asked, a feeling nervous anticipation taking over him.

Obi Wan stepped over to the large table, pushing books out of the way as he laid the gold disc down with reverence. He pulled his glasses off his shirt and put them on, leaning closer so his hair fell in his face.

Cody tried to suppress the lurch he felt and crossed to his side, watching him intently.

“I think I can.” Obi Wan said thoughtfully. “This is definitely Jedi text, although what it was doing in Egypt I have no idea. Usually most of their works are concentrated in South Africa. Although, there are theories that they bartered with the Egyptians as they were starting to die out…it is most intriguing.”

Obi Wan leaned closer to Cody, his arm brushing against his as he held the disk up. “You see here. This mentions something of the afterlife. The same phrase is littered through the ancient Jedi texts and refers to a “world between world”. Some assume it is a reference to purgatory or perhaps heaven. I, however, subscribe to a theory that it is a literal place. The Jedi were said to wield magic. Perhaps that is how the access this world between worlds.”

Cody looked down at linguist, his smile bright, eyes wide with wonder and awe and he continued to gaze at the artifact. Cody wondered what it would feel like to get caught in his gaze like that and quickly brushed the thought away. He didn’t have time for this.

“So, how long do you think it will take to analyze. I’m kind of in a rush.” He said.

Obi Wan stood straighter, clutching the piece closer to his body as though afraid Cody was going to snatch it away. “How soon do you need it?” he asked tentatively.

Cody looked at his watch, his eyes drifting and lingering briefly on the door. “Ten minutes?”

Obi Wan threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh that rang through the room and momentarily drowned out the music.

“My dear, Mr. Fett. Investigation of this kind can take weeks, months even. I’m sorry, I can’t help you in such a short time period. I have other work that takes precedent.”

“Please, call me Cody.” He said. “Can you at least translate what’s there?” his fingers feeling itchy for the artifact the longer it remained out of his grip.

Obi Wan looked him up and down, a sly smile lighting up his face. “Cody.” He repeated softly before returning his attention to the item in his hands and huffed out a breath. “Perhaps I could. If you would be willing to help me.”

Cody smiled back. “Of course.”

“There’s a book on the far side of the room, brown leather bound. It looks like a journal. I’ll need that.”

Cody looked where Obi Wan was pointing and dutifully went to fetch the book.

Obi Wan hummed as he worked, his fingers flying over the journal, flipping backwards and forward as he tried to locate the symbol he was looking for. He would then scribble it down on a fresh sheet of paper that sat between him and Cody.

“So, what brings you to these shores, other than this, of course?” Obi Wan asked conversationally.

Cody watched his steady fingers work, finding it difficult to tear his eyes off them. Off him, really. He had rarely been so taken with someone so quickly. He’d had every manner of liaison over the years. It was kind of to be expected in his line of work, but something about Obi Wan had enraptured him. He should have left by now, should have been on a train to London and then back through the continent. But time with Obi Wan seemed to slow pleasantly. He was enjoying being in his orbit, however briefly. Of course, he was also waiting for the work to be completed. But even if it wasn’t, he knew he’d look back at this moment as something special.

He felt like such a sap. He didn’t know this man at all but still couldn't stop thinking about caressing him, learning more about him, and maybe kissing him against one of these bookcases.

“Cody?” Obi Wan prompted.

Cody shook his head. “Oh, sorry. I um…just came for this, really.”

“You traveled from Egypt just for me to translate something in ten minutes and then be on your way?” Obi Wan asked. “How did you even find out about me?”

“My brother was a student of yours a few years ago. Rex. Rex Fett.”

Obi Wan stood up and Cody could tell he was wracking his brain. “Ah yes. I recognize the name. I thought you looked familiar. He has a similar build but blonde hair, correct?”

Cody smiled, “that’s him. He told me you were the best.”

Obi Wan chuckled, a faint pink hue climbing into his cheeks. “Ah, yes, I remember now. I always liked your brother.” He said with a smile. “I don’t remember him being as handsome as you, though.” He added as an afterthought, his attention back on the disc.

Cody blushed. Rex had failed to mention how handsome Obi Wan was when he sent him on his mission. Had failed to mention a lot of things. That was little brothers for you though, always leaving out the important stuff…not that Obi Wan being handsome was important…it was just…noteworthy. Cody rolled his eyes at himself for the absurd conversation happening in his head.

“Well, here you are Mr. Fett. Your translation.” Obi Wan handed over the piece of paper. “I am reluctant to let you leave with this. It has the potential to unlock so much about the Jedi that we simply don’t know.”

Cody looked down at the piece of paper Obi Wan had handed him.

The world Between Worlds. Where the Force collides in all that was, is, and will ever be.

“What does it mean?” Cody asked.

Obi Wan shrugged and took off his glasses. “It could mean a lot of things. A metaphorical statement of the power of the force, which is something the Jedi were supposedly able to connect to and use. It could be a literal description of heaven or purgatory, like I mentioned earlier. Of it could be an actual physical place where one can stand on the cusp of the past, present and future. Only further study would…”

Cody tensed as he heard footsteps striding down the hallway.

Shelf Improvement by TapeMonkey21

Cody Fett is the frazzled and overworked brother/adoptive parent of his six younger siblings, ever since he petitioned for custody following their father's abandonment eight years previously. When a trip to their local library goes awry, Cody will do whatever it takes to win back the favor of the handsome, copper-haired librarian—all while fighting to keep the chaotic, affectionate, safe household he has created for his siblings against the forces that threaten it.

Written for Day 6 of @codywanweek, Library AU! (I stole it from the art prompts, shh!) First two chapters are up now!

@codywanweek day 2: tatooine husbands

its about the domesticity and the sun motif and the cooking as a love language and

Alt ver. under the cut!