#codywan au week

[nhyhu]

@codywanweek day 2 with the prompt formal wear :3

#codywan week 2023 #codywan #codywan fanart #cody fanart #obi wan fanart #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #star wars fanart #modern au #my art #this is call lasagna kills me for transgressions <3 #literally posted this at the last minute because i spent my time dying over gomens edits :)

[dontbelasagnax]

Coruscant Ballet presents Romeo and Julien--a critically acclaimed, passionate retelling of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet with some twists--returning this season by high demand. Equally joyous and poignant in its queerness, Romeo and Julien tells the story of two young men from families that would rather think their sons dead than accept their love. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett have captured our hearts with their evocative performance full to the brim with yearning and a love so deep that you'll feel it from the balcony seats. Mace Windu takes Prokofiev's score and gives the haunting despair hope. Combined with Shaak Ti's inspirationally beautiful and tender choreography that simultaneously challenges and subverts the standards of masculine and feminine roles in ballet, this is a production you don't want to miss.

@codywanweek day 3: dancer au

[prints available!]

#codywan #star wars fanart #my art #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan week 2023 #went back to my ballet roots for this one!! #i have soooo many thoughts about this au #it's so juicy to me #this is supposed to be a promo post for the ballet btw #some poor social media manager is fielding homophobic comments while everyone else is vibing and excited #i want to watch this balcony pas de deux SO badly but i can't because the choreography only exists in my head aaargh

[wanderingjedihistorian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-1010 | Fox/Bail Organa/Breha Organa Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CC-1010 | Fox, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clone Trooper Wooley (Star Wars), Thistle (OC Clone Character), CT-7567 | Rex, Barrage (OC Clone Character) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emperor CC-2224 | Cody, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Politics, Cody is tired of the Senate's shit, Cody will strongarm the Senate into doing the rights things, Bail Organa Approves, Fox is amused, Teasing, Banter, brothers being brothers, Wooley is adorable and gets away with far too much, Cody thinks the only redeeming part of this is he gets to see Obi-Wan dressed up Series: Part 5 of Emperor Cody, Part 2 of 212th Appreciation Week 2023 Summary: Cody groaned, glaring at his staff. “What do you mean I have to go to the Senate and formally allow them to recess for their break?” He lamented. Wooley looked unrepentant. “Senate by-laws require it!” he declared cheerfully.

For @212thappreciation Week Day 1 Prompt: Canon Divergence

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #codywan #212th appreciation week #emperor cody au

[des8pudels8kern]

57 - 83, correspondence in a haunted house :3

Codywan, warning for Order 66 and all that implies. Apologies to @ilthit; I know these aren't your blorbos. And apologies to everybody whose blorbos they are for the angst.

---

The hut looks utilitarian from the outside, in the ugly way all buildings designed for hostile environments do - a squat, ugly thing, trying to protect life in the Tatooinian deserts that are so unforgiving to it. It reminds Cody of the war, of efficiently designed ships and makeshift shelters. Obi-Wan always hated the war, despite excelling at it.

"This isn't the kind of place I expected you to settle down in."

Cody's voice is hoarse. Who's to say from what. Lack of use. Too much of it.

"And yet, you found me." Obi-Wan's words flow the same way they always did, smooth like honey and crisp like fresh water, despite his having spent the last however kriffing many years as a hermit with no one to talk to but his personal demons.

Tatooine in general is nothing like the places Obi-Wan used to be most at ease, back when they worked together. He was at home in the lively cityscape of Coruscant, and enjoyed sojourns on planets teeming with green, living things.

"Cody, I-"

His voice is closer now. Cody didn't hear him move.

"Still not one for materialism, I see."

He slowly makes his way through the main room, stepping around sparse furnishings and careful to keep his eyes off the sleeping area.

"Well, a nexu can't change its stripes."

Obi-Wan is in front of him again, as if by magic, or some Force trick. There's a softness in his voice, and it sinks into Cody's gut like a vibroblade.

"I thought I changed." He stares at the ground because he can't look up at Obi-Wan, and he can't look back at the bed.

"Oh darling, that was never you."

"It still is me. I shouldn't have come. I should have stayed away."

"I've missed you."

Obi-Wan's feet shuffle into view, soft cloth coots and soft leg wrappings silent where Cody's beaten armour creaks with each breath he takes.

To be fair, they are rather heaving breaths.

"I've missed you too. Once I could again."

He's through the kitchen, now. There's a pantry to his left, and a bathroom to his right. That's the extend of the hut; there's nowhere else to go.

Obi-Wan stays in front of him, even as he turns around.

"I mourned you. I thought I killed you. When I heard rumours that you were still alive, I couldn't help myself."

There's a side door in the kitchen. He should go there instead of back to the living area. That's where the bed is.

"Cody, dear. You came all the way to see me. Won't you look at me? I promise, all that could happen already has."

He can hear the ventilation unit running to the side. Despite its reassuring hum, Cody can't breathe properly.

"I thought I was safe for you."

"Calm yourself, Cody. You are safe for me now."

They are standing close enough now that, underneath his armour, the hairs on Cody's arms stand on edge.

Cody gives up and looks up. He never could help himself, or he wouldn't have come in the first place.

Obi-Wan's eyes are blue, so blue, and the skin around them is lined with crow's feet and sorrow. Even now, the smile they crinkle with is sad.

"There you are, darling," he says. He's so close, and yet his breath doesn't cool the sweat on Cody's face.

Nothing more does happen as Cody looks at him and Cody, Cody finally gets to see him.

It already has, after all.

Through Obi-Wan, blue, blue, blue like the sky and just as untouchable, he can make out the shape of the corpse tangled in the sheets, a curl of steam still rising from the blaster hole C-2224 put between his eyes.

Good soldiers follow orders, the Jedi are traitors, and Cody sinks to the ground while the illusion of the man who paid for his mistake asks him to breathe.

#star wars #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #not!fic #me last weekend: okay it's decided i will write the fake sith obi wan au #it'll be slow going and take a long time but i'll just have to work at it steadily #me this week: actually let me write a ficlet for this other prompt i still have in my inbox

[welcometothesewers]

Day 2: Fantasy/Royalty/Medieval AU @codywanweek

This piece is probably my most complicated of the week, and tied for my favorite. Just in case you were wondering the unicorn’s name is kyber and the horse is named caf.

#codywan #codywanweek2022 #codywan week 2022 #cww2022 #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars #star wars clone wars #my art #the clone wars #tcw #tcw cody #tcw obi wan #swtcw #clone wars #fantasy au

[journen]

Another entry for the @mustachecody bingo. Here is Cody having a day, while teaching, lol. Maybe his regular clothes got soaked on the way to school so he had to wear an amalgamation of random clothing other teachers let him borrow, hence the outfit. 🤣 Or this is just what he decided to wear in the morning. 😏 Take your pick.

Bingo card under the cut! Did this for the prompt “mustache”.

#gay moody cody #commander cody #mustache cody #i drew this like a month ago lol was waiting to upload it #i kinda hate it but yeah #will have new art once my school is over after next week im kinda dying now but hanging in there lol #codywan #sw commander cody #star wars #fan art #gay #mustache cody bingo #mustache cody au #modern au #modern universe #star wars au #codywan au #art #my art #journen #artwork

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Quinlan Vos, CC-5576-39 | Gregor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Royal Navy Obi-Wan, Pirate Cody, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Manipulative Sheev Palpatine, Whump, Assumed Character Death, Said character is definitely not dead, swapping weapons, Light Angst, Fluff, Sarcastic Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Anakin Skywalker's Brother, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Break, Obi-Wan is very happy with the pretty pirate thank you, No he does not need or want rescuing, codywan week 2023, cww2023 Series: Part 5 of Codywan week 2023 Summary:

Obi-Wan is a Commodore in the Royal Navy, sailing with his own fleet until an unfortunate accident. He's rescued by Cody who's all too happy to have someone so valuable to ransom off. That is, until they develop feelings for each other. My fill for Codywan week's day 5 battle husbands.

Excerpt: “Hello there.” “You’re awake.” His voice wasn’t what Obi-Wan had expected, quieter and with an accent he’d never heard before. The pirate seemed to stare for a moment before he laid the damp cloth over his forehead, bringing the blanket back up to tuck the ginger in, the dark fingers ghosting over his bare skin before he moved away. “You’re still running a fever. You should rest.” “Where am I?” The Commodore asked as the pirate turned to leave, knowing that he was letting his manners slide but he had more pressing things than providing his name, rank and intention and asking the man who might be his saviour to do the same. “Where’s Anakin?”

#Codywan #Codywan week 2023 #CWW2023 #Day 5 Battle husbands #Pirate AU #Look my bunnies spat the idea out and now it's 16k long

[cmarani]

Clomdyworm day bingo card aka prompt 23 aka clomdyworm in cowboy au.

(Of course, cody can charm obi-wan in all aus.)

#cmarani #clomdyworm #codywan #clomdy day #clomdyworm bingo #codywan week discord server #prompt 23 #cowboy au

[padawansuggest]

I just need you guys to know that in the Animagus AU Cody can only communicate with Obi-Wan through their bond most of the time outside of battle because Obi-Wan has to sleep in cat form whenever he can cause he’s so used to it it’s hard to sleep as a human and they have to give him drugs not to transform if it’s sick, and so Cody. Is. Unhinged. And by that I mean he takes what would be his and Obi-Wan’s collective canon snark and sass levels, and adds them together, to turn himself into an absolute bitch who is good with kids and obsessed with cats.

But also. Obi-Wan grooms him like a cat would. And bonks heads with him. And lays on Cody’s belly for sleeps when Cody is sitting up (his bedtime spot is non-negotiable it is at Cody’s neck or a riot will start in the bedroom) and only Cody is allowed to rub the belly other than Qui-Gon and sometimes Yoda.

Anyways. All this to say. Cody does all of that back. He bonks Obi-Wan’s forehead with his, he licks back, he does that thing where you put your whole hand on their dumb little face and jiggle it a lil, he sometimes gets cute aggression and it lead to him putting Obi-Wan’s face in his mouth once and it was super funny, and sometimes he just grabs the cat and puts his head on Obi-Wan’s belly for a nap during downtime.

Obi-Wan accepts all of this except Cody licking him back. Weird. Wrong texture. Reminds him of Anakin trying to groom him and getting covered in slobber. Hilarious af tho.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #animagus au #also a small reminder here: they don’t actually get together till like a week after the clone wars #they just started sleeping together cause Obi was having bad dreams alone and in his margay form they don’t feel awkward about him there #Cody legit just thinks of it as taking a sad pet into your room at first #also Obi rarely if ever sleeps in human form it makes his nightmares worse

[marbled-polecat]

Oops, super late for Codywan week @codywanweek , but here is my piece for Day Five: Wings !!!

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #wings #wing au #codywanweek2022 #codywan week 2022 #star wars #my art #wow i made cody a lot beefier than i normally do #lol

[mj-irl]

And there was only one cloak 💛

Codywan week Medieval Fantasy prompt pt2

Find me on Instagram at mjfitzarrow

[image Id: digital drawing of Obi-Wan and Cody in medieval versions of their clothing. The are both under Obi-WAN’s cloak which he is holding up to block the rain.]

#Codywan #codywan week 2022 #Codywan AU #medieval fantasy #knight #commander Cody #cc 2224 #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fanart #codywan fanart #my art #star wars fanart #the clone wars au #the clone wars fanart

[catboydogma]

lay on, lay on, lay on

day 1 prompts: wings, pining

cross-posted to ao3 + codywan week22 masterlist ! 

wc: 1423

tags: cuddling, fluff

“Commander,” the General said. His voice was quiet with sleep but as distinct as if they were standing at a holotable strategizing. “If you do not move in the next two clicks, I shall shove my boot so far up your arse that Wolffe shall feel it.”

Cody blinked awake. A lurching sense of vertigo accompanied the pitch dark pressing in on all sides. He was warm and slightly sweaty and something smelled like dried grass and deciduous-sweet sap.

Ah.

He lifted an arm and turned onto his back once more. The General wiggled back with a groan. He threw out a hand to stop himself from toppling off the narrow cot and nearly tipped the entire thing over in the process.

“I can sleep on the ground,” Cody said for the twelfth time in the last eight hours. He could sleep outside, even. He could go take a few watch shifts. He could even muscle his way into the nearest tent, which happened to contain five-odd Lieutenants. He could sleep anywhere that wasn’t here.

“It’s too cold out.” The General sighed and there was a feathery flump. “If you open the flap now, you’ll freeze to death. The same goes for the ground, unfortunately.”

Cody could see indistinct shapes now: his vision was sharper than a baseline Human’s and there were two moons out tonight. The General had one massive wing awkwardly pinned beneath him and the other spilling off the edge of the GAR-issue fold-up cot. It was the only such cot that was used in the 212th Battalion, as far as Cody knew, because the General was the only such person in the 212th that happened to come with an extra pair of appendages that made sleeping on the ground or in a bedroll near impossible.

The problem with this situation was twofold. First: a sudden and intense cold snap had necessitated consolidation and redistributing of supplies, ie the sharing of tents to prevent freezing one’s balls off. Second: Cody’s bedroll had, earlier this rotation, suffered in a tragic freak accident that rendered it unusable. He had thought nothing of it when the swarm of omnivorous, sharp-beaked birds had attempted to swarm them before the General had warned them off with a truly terrifying rattle-shriek that was even still bouncing around in the back of his head. Cody was no stranger to roughing it and he’d slept on more grounds of more planets than he’d had hot meals.

Unfortunately for at least two people involved, this meant that the ground was somehow both freezing and soaking wet. Even with the waterproofing that the tent ostensibly provided. Fortunately, the General was provided a tent of his own by dint of rank and aforementioned species-specific physiology.

This would not have been a problem if Cody did not, as Wolffe so tenderly put it, have a massive boner for Jedi High General Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Sorry.” Cody lay on his back with one hand on his chest and the other firmly tucked under a thigh. It had started to drizzle. Light patters of sound fuzzed in the background like static feedback. Someone in a tent to the East was snoring loud enough to resurrect Prime.

He could stand. Cody was good at standing. He could stand for hours, in fact, in full kit and maybe that was just what he needed to do—

The General sighed quietly and turned onto his stomach so he could fold one wing to his back and stretch the other out. Cody turned his head to look at him and found that the General was already looking. The whites of his eyes gleamed faintly.

“Don’t be,” the General said, wings shuffling with a quiet susurrus. The flash of his teeth as he spoke matched the flash of the creamy white bars at the tips of his primaries and secondaries. His General’s wings were similar to that of an owl’s and were meant for gliding and swooping. They were a tawny auburn a shade cooler than his General’s hair and were almost twice Cody’s own arm span and taller than a clone trooper when folded.

“I don’t mind if—”

“I don’t mean to—” Cody shut his mouth with a click. General Kenobi was still just looking at him, mouth half open and hair falling in a shadowy puddle on the cot below him. The General had ceded the blanket to him, citing that his wings and heightened metabolism would keep him warm. This close, Cody could see the fine tremble in his General’s primaries wasn’t his breathing but a barely-suppressed shiver. He drew the blanket up and settled it over the both of them. Cody’s own warmth was more than enough for the both of them.

“My wing fell asleep,” the General said. He had his head still pillowed on one arm but the other was curled against his side, fingers slightly splayed and nearly brushing Cody’s shoulder. “And you wouldn’t respond to bribery nor appeals to your better nature.”

“I don’t have a better nature,” Cody automatically said.

“I suspect that’s due to all of your nature being better than most,” Obi-W—the General said. His voice was warm and quiet. It was unbearably intimate and Cody realized, belatedly, that their faces were centimeters apart: that his General’s eyelashes brushed Cody’s brow when he blinked. “I’m sorry for waking you. I suspect you already know, but you’re a cuddler in your sleep, Cody. It’s endearing, really.”

What Cody wouldn’t give for the ability to spontaneously implode.

“I don’t mean to crowd you.” Cody found himself matching the General’s tone. It felt hard not to when he was sleepy and warm and his General was right there, wings falling and rising with each measured breath and—

“You never do,” Obi-Wan said. He shifted to nudge the side of his pinky against Cody’s shoulder, hand still splayed across the rough fabric of the cot. “You aren’t. I feel like I’m the one crowding you.”

“No,” Cody immediately said. “You don’t.” Obi-Wan’s wings were large enough that the man—already tall and lanky—took up more room than a trooper even in full gear but he was always circumspect about his surroundings, courteous and attentive and—

Obi-Wan exhaled, slow and quiet. Cody’s attention was arrested by the sudden fall of his hair across Obi-Wan’s forehead. They were both stripped to undersuit and undertunic, respectively, and Cody was starting to feel the warmth of Obi-Wan’s skin seeping through. They weren’t touching other than the pinky Obi-Wan had nudged up against Cody’s deltoid. He’d had more contact with his General—carrying or being carried, sheltering from blast radii, crashing together when a lartie got hit—but this felt different. Worse. Better. More. Cody felt like his entire body was a livewire attuned to the sound of Obi-Wan’s breathing and the graceful sweep of his wing curving to the line of his spine.

“We might have more room if we were to… consolidate,” Obi-Wan said after a moment. They could only keep up pretenses for so long. Cody was caught in Obi-Wan’s orbit, or maybe it was the other way around, and the drag of him felt like the sink of a gravity well.

“I’m not going to lay on top of you,” Cody immediately said. Obi-Wan could bear his weight just fine, but Cody thought he might pass directly into the Force (do not pass Coruscant, do not collect largely metaphorical backpay) if he popped a boner while laying on top of his—on top of the General.

“Alright,” Obi-Wan said agreeably, “and how do you feel about being laid upon, Cody?”

Cody made a speedy cost-benefits analysis of this strategy and let the little status indicating wheel in his brain spin wildly for half a moment. “That would work,” he said evenly.

“Jolly good,” Obi-Wan said. On the plus side, this meant that any potential boner Cody might have sported was no longer a problem. On the other hand, which was now buried in the warm ruff of feathery skin between Obi-Wan’s wings touching Obi-Wan’s bare back and—

“This works,” Cody said after a moment into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. He couldn’t think of him as just the General like this, not with Obi-Wan’s warm, feathery weight pressing down on him and Obi-Wan’s soft, slightly sweaty hair pressed to his cheek and jaw. Obi-Wan only made an agreeable noise and shuffled his wings in a contented manner, now spread out over both sides of the cot and spilling out from under the blanket.

#codywanweek2022 #fic recs #fanfiction #fic #codywan #sol's codywan week 22 #au - wings #cuddling #fluff #a heat rash in the shape of the show me state

[oathkeeperoxas]

I love it when I enter a new fandom and everyone there is so so so much smarter than me and has already written the fic I would write so I 1) can simply Enjoy it and 2) don't have the learn jack shit about how the us army works

#dont worry i dont think this is a forever fandom but i am enjoying my stay very much #how are fic writers so talented!!! who gave them permission!!! #also i am learning about the us army by osmosis whilw tearinh through all these fics and already have done 4 wikipedia dives rip #but its not for fic purposes but i still know more than last week #anyway. cant believe i fell for another general/commander ship #embarrassing. one time is chance but two times is a pattern #at three times its just like. THE trope i like in my pairings #surely i can get hot about the power dynamic in some other way where theyre not in the military augh #also if this ohase lasts any longer the temptation to write a codywan top gun au WILL spiral out of control and i dont need another #long fic on my hands so um. hopefully the winds change soon #that being said why is there no in depth military jargon codywan fic smh pls someone else wrote it before im forced to #personal

[wanderingjedihistorian]

WIP Wednesday

Adding to my Codywan Cupid/Psyche AU for @212thappreciation Week. Showing some other POVs and missing scenes from the original fic.

Have a snippet!

Wooley couldn't hold back a question and Waxer had to work hard to smother a grin. "She wanted this prince punished, but she's letting you marry him?" Wooley asked. "How is that a punishment?" Waxer did grin at the tone, Wooley clearly indignant on Cody's behalf. Cody smiled fondly at Wooley. "Conditions," Cody said. "He'll not be allowed to see any of us or correspond with his family. He can speak to all of us, and I won't put limits on interactions beyond that you must remain unseen until I say otherwise." Starting to nod, Waxer paused. "Wait. Any of us? Even you?" Slumping a little, Cody nodded. "Even I must be invisible to him."

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #codywan #cupid and psyche au #212th week preview #wip wednesday

[cillyscribbles]

a SNEAKY last @codywanweek post!! for day 6 (monsters/mermaids/mythology) i give you some wacky concepts i scribbled for my codywan fairytale au ... >:)

#codywan week #codywanweek2022 #codywan #commander cody #obiwan kenobi #snekwan au #my art stuff #wont tag the rest of the characters dont wanna flood tags lmao #god knows we need more shaak content as it is

[thejediandthemandalorian]

🐎 bobadin

Sorry these are taking longer, but I am struggling to get something else done. Anyways, this one got so out of control that you're actually getting just a small bit and you'll be able to find the rest on ao3! As you can tell I keep getting too excited while writing these.

"Don't you ever take that thing off?" Shand asked, tone bored as she poured herself a cup of the coffee Din had made. 

That comment got her an elbow in the side from Fett to which she simply rolled her eyes. 

"You don't have to answer that, mate." Boba Fett reassured as he removed his own hat and mascara. 

Din, on instinct, found himself averting his gaze, knowing the Fett's had been long time members of the Mandalorian community. It was through Fett, however, that he found out that not all sects of the Mandalorian community held to rules as strict as Din's own. 

They preferred to remain anonymous in their lives and their work, and keep to themselves. The hacienda del Fett had made themselves far more well known. 

Boba Fett was the youngest son, so Din had been told by him when they first met. He was the one in charge of the family rancho, and in fact through his own hard work owned a very large portion of the town of Mos Eisley. 

It would be no surprise to him if Fett had noticed his looking away but didn't comment, he seemed to be a man of few words himself. 

"Are you sure you two want to take this trip with us for no pay?" Din finally spoke, his voice a little scratchy from all the dust and lack of use. 

"Well now that you mention it--" Shand started but received another elbow to the ribs. 

"It's the least we could do. You've helped me out so much with my ranch, and we did try to steal some of your steers." Fett poured himself a cup of coffee. 

"It's the least you could do. I for one don't mind a good pay day." Shand grumbled and sipped from her coffee. 

Din smirked a little when her face immediately scrunched up and she set her cup on the ground. 

"That bad?" Din's eyes followed her as she stood up and turned away from him. 

"Not bad, just not what I want to be drinking right now. I'm going to find the cook and see if he's got a hidden stash of the good stuff." She waved in their direction as she walked away. "Don't wait up for me."

Fett snickered a little and Din turned to get a better look at him. 

Fett wore a dark green shirt that looked to be made out of a comfortable material that had gold accents and buttons. On his chest he wore his family's crest, the same symbol that was branded onto his horse's backside. 

His face was easy on the eyes and he had a smile that could charm the chaps right off of anyone. He kept his hair shaved close to his head, but it appeared to have been a moment as he had some dark curly stubble growing in on his head. 

"I'm surprised you have Kryze on your team." He commented, staring into his cup before taking a sip. 

Almost as quickly as Shand's, his face scrunched up and he stuck his tongue out a bit. Din didn't make good coffee, ever. Usually he kept a bottle of some good bourbon with him, though, and added that to make the taste a little more bearable. 

Tonight he was out of bourbon. 

"Fennec wasn't lying. This isn't….all bad." Fett spoke, appearing to try to rid the taste from his mouth. 

Din found himself watching with rapt attention as Fett smacked his lips. He was more surprised when he grabbed a flask from his side and poured some in. 

After a small test sip and assessment, he seemed to deem it drinkable and took a larger drink from it. 

"Kryze is a wild card, but she's experienced in this and I needed all the help I can get." Din shifted a bit, leaning back to try and relax against the tree he'd perched himself against.

Find the rest on ao3

#star wars #bobadin #boba fett #din djarin #cowboy au #writing prompts #ask game #I have got to stop getting so carried away with these #i still haven't finished my final prompt for codywan week oops #the struggle is real babes