#Codywan gives me peace of mind

[lzlilo]

Is there anything better than drawing Cody? Could be... 🧡

Tell me commander, what is he wearing?

I hope to finish it at some point. when I find decent leaves maybe

#cc 2224 #coday #cody day 2224 #commander cody #my art #star wars #sw tcw #tcw #the clone wars #clone troopers #codywan #cody is tired #and he will cut his hair when he finishes this very long campaign #subtly entering the world of codywan #that's a lie codywan is a fundamental part of my life #Codywan gives me peace of mind #Let's let Cody enjoy the robe he found

[jedi-enthusiast]

My [completed] CodyWan Fic Masterlist

This is going to be a very long list of all my favorite CodyWan fics that are completed. Later on today or tomorrow I'll make another list for all of the CodyWan fics I enjoy that are currently ongoing/incomplete (because we, in fandom, need to start supporting authors during the writing process instead of only after, but that's a whole other post).

The fics are gonna be separated by Modern AU, Canon-Divergent/Canon-ish, Crack, and Canon But a Little to the Left. Full Disclaimer: this is going to be a very long list, so the triggers and descriptions will be brief--make sure you read the tags and warnings before reading!

I don't know who these authors are on tumblr, so I can't tag them, but I recommend that you guys tag them if you recognize them--because they deserve all the love <3 and I think, especially now, we need to let fic authors know that we appreciate them.

Modern AU

212th Street Coffee by thosewhowanderwithfire 

Cody runs a coffee shop, Obi-Wan comes in frequently with a different members of his friends/family and Cody learns a lot about his crazy life by eavesdropping.

bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child by stormwarnings 

Obi-Wan's family life is messy, to say the least. Cody and his family work as firefighters/EMTs/etc. and Obi-Wan kinda just gets adopted into the family by constantly needing to call the firefighters/EMTs/etc.

Coruscant Story by TyeDyeBoogers

A mafia AU thing where Obi-Wan and Cody are both in different mafia families, but then they date each other pretending to be regular normal people (bc neither of them know they're in the mafia, much less different families), and then a bunch of stuff happens and drama ensues.

TW: Murder, Violence

cradle my name on your tongue by jynx 

Running from an abusive ex, Obi-Wan and Anakin move to a small town where they set up their tattoo and piercing shop. Obi-Wan quickly falls for Cody, the florist across the street, but bad things happen when Obi-Wan's ex just won't give up.

TW: Violence, Abusive Relationship, Drugging, Attempted SA (this doesn't go into detail, but it's still there)

Foreign Affairs by ro_moray 

Obi-Wan and Anakin come to America as foreign ambassadors, Cody is one of their bodyguards. Both Obi-Wan and Cody fall head over heels quickly, and there's some political drama via Maul.

TW: Violence (I think?)

Hey Bartender by Wxlves 

Obi-Wan and Cody both work as bartenders at Dex's, they become FWB, and feelings ensue.

I've Served My Time In Hell by TheSleepingOne (SleepingNebula) 

There's a zombie apocalypse going on and Obi-Wan is repeatedly fucked over by the universe in the form of being forced to spend time around his ex, Cody, and Cody's very protective family.

TW: Violence, Gore

Liminal Beings by ChubbstheFish 

Cody is the lighthouse keeper in a small town with his family. Obi-Wan and his family move into said small town and become close with Cody's family, but it quickly becomes clear that Obi-Wan and his family aren't exactly what they seem--aka human.

Not Denial by spqr 

Obi-Wan is a PI and Cody is the sorry moron who falls head over heels for him after meeting him exactly once.

TW: Violence

Seeker Prospector by brigitttt

Cody is a bounty hunter looking for his father, Obi-Wan is just trying to study dinosaur bones. The two meet, fuck, and then catch feelings.

TW: Violence, Mild Gore (I think)

We’ll Do This Together by MageOfCole 

Obi-Wan and Cody have a one night stand and Cody accidentally gets Obi-Wan pregnant (of the trans variety, not the a/b/o variety). Obi-Wan tries to hide this from Cody and his family, but Obi-Wan's family doesn't know how to mind their own business. Family hijinks ensue.

What…a sleep over? by Wixiany

Cody's family decides to host a party, but he needs to study, so he heads over to Anakin's brother's house to get some peace and quiet. He wasn't ready for how pretty Obi-Wan was.

You Gave Me the World that I Wanted by Legogirl22 

Cody has to take care of his family, so he swears up and down that he won't fall for the cute bookkeeper he keeps seeing. He fails. Miserably.

Canon Divergent/Canon-ish

A Ghost or a Man by smallandangry 

Obi-Wan makes a life for himself on Tatooine, eventually Cody finds him, and the locals get attached to both.

A New Life by cwiptids 

Rex and Echo hear about a clone on Tatooine...guess who they meet and take another guess as to who they're married to.

end of the road by adiduck (book_people)

Obi-Wan and Cody spar before Utapau and make unfulfilled promises.

Glimpse Of Us by fingerstripesofchaos 

Post-Order 66 angst fic, just like...loads of angst. This is not a happy fic at all, it made me cry.

TW: Suicide Mention/Reference

Haven’t Felt Like This My Dear by Bluebellstar

Cody gets a hangover and is a total baby about it, Obi-Wan is very amused.

little white truths by imperiousphasmid 

Obi-Wan gets injured and only family and spouse(s) are allowed to see him...I think you know where this is going.

Made by Walking by piotsa  

After Order 66, Quinlan finds Cody and then Cody finds Obi-Wan.

not dead yet by keylimemagpie (QuickSilverFox3)

✨ smut with emotions ✨

Our children our future (that we didn’t know of) by Feniksiara   

After Order-66 Cody finds out that the Kaminoans decided to use Obi-Wan and Cody's DNA to make Force-sensitive clones...then the Mandalorian dad genes kick in.

Standard Operating Procedures by galateaGalvanized

A mission goes wrong and suddenly almost the entire 212th is in love with Obi-Wan...except, it appears, Cody. Y'all know exactly where this is going.

all the world in my arms by biscuityskies 

Obi-Wan has nightmares after Kadavo, then shit goes to hell on a mission, and Cody worries--also Anakin and biscuityskies' OC Hex are little shits.

where the fields are painted gold by biscuityskies

The 212th end up crashing in the forest, so Obi-Wan and Cody get some "camping out in the forest" cuddles and also banter.

night spar by cabezadeperro (minigami) 

Obi-Wan and Cody spar at night, and there is a lot of tension. Not of the fun kind, though.

chain of command by cabezadeperro (minigami) 

Obi-Wan and Cody are undercover and eventually have to find some way to keep the people tracking them from finding them. If you've watched Marvel, you know where this is going.

In the Treetops by ebw_writes499 

After a mission on Kashyyyk everyone needs to go to bed, which they do...all the way up in the trees.

Caretaker by ebw_writes499 

On Tatooine, Cody gets sick and Obi-Wan has to take care of him. Obi-Wan is a worrier.

Love Despite the Distance by ebw_writes499 

After the war, Cody and Rex comm each other to catch up. Also Cody became a senator against his will.

Overworked by ebw_writes499 

Obi-Wan and Cody both had the same idea and that idea was "sneak off to take a nap."

Compartment Syndrome by elwenyere 

After a bad crash, Obi-Wan is knocked out and Cody is injured. Cody carries Obi-Wan through all the danger while reminiscing, certain that he'll be decommissioned after due to his injury.

TW: Mild Gore? (of the "description of injury" variety)

Good Soldiers by elwenyere 

A story about Obi-Wan and Cody throughout the War and after Order 66, with a happy ending.

Don’t Worry It's A Very High Threadcount by goldleaf1066 

Obi-Wan uses a blanket to warm up instead of Cody and Cody is very fussy about it. It gets a little angsty near the end, but things end good.

And Our Faces Toward the Sun by goldleaf1066 

The War ends and Cody and Obi-Wan share a kiss.

I'll Bend Your Light Around Me (A Sunrise At My Back) by goldleaf1066   

A sweet little story about Obi-Wan and Cody throughout the war, with a happy ending!

Stepping In, Stepping Out by goldleaf1066   

Cody and Obi-Wan take turns covering for each other when they oversleep.

With Both Our Hands Around It by goldleaf1066

Obi-Wan and Cody discuss their relationship while also participating in some extracurricular activities.

Crack Fics

Compulsive Honesty by afoundling 

Cody, Obi-Wan, and some of the 212th get dosed with truth serum and just have to let it run its course.

Fools and Idiots by BehindBrokenWindows 

Somehow everyone gets it in their heads that Obi-Wan and Padme are fucking, and Anakin is not happy when he finds out. We all know who he's really fucking.

Operation “who’s kriffing the General” by Sweet_bubbs 

Everyone finds out that Obi-Wan is in a relationship with someone, but they don't know who--but boy do they want to find out.

Resignation in more than one sense by BitterChocolateStars   

Obi-Wan tries to resign, Mace is a little shit (affectionate) and says no, and hijinks ensue.

Time to Celebrate by Kurosaki224   

Kurosaki's OC just wants to talk to his superiors after the war and ends up seeing a lot more than he wants to.

Rex finds out by The_neurodivergent_nerd   

Exactly what it sounds like.

The Trickster by The_neurodivergent_nerd  

A long dead Sith lord has a great sense of humor.

Canon But a Little to the Left

closed together by numbika 

Obi-Wan is blind AU where Obi-Wan and Cody get stuck in an elevator together.

I Got My Head Checked by frostbitebakery   

Sith Obi-Wan AU where Cody falls in love with Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan changes the course of the War because Cody and his brothers make him realize he still has his heart.

TW: Violence, Self Harm (of the "making a sith" variety)

Marriage in Disguise by bjjones   

Oops! Looks like to make peace with Mandalore, the Jedi will just have to send Obi-Wan to get married to Cody, son of Manda'lor Jango Fett. They totally weren't dating before this.

We’ll Meet Again by little_dumpling

Obi-Wan doesn't become a Jedi Knight and instead works in the MediCorps and becomes a doctor, then he ends up meeting Cody on Geonosis.

TW: Medical Gore (I think?)

What came after by galateaGalvanized  http://archiveofourown.org/works/29595831 

Obi-Wan has gone full Sith and is on Mandalore, Cody and the 212th go to get their general.

#ao3 fanfic #star wars #codywan #fanfic #sw prequels #the clone wars #codywan fanfic #codywan fic recs #fic recs #holy shit this was longer than I anticipated #this took me like 2 hours to put together so y'all better be grateful #possibly triggering

[piecesofeden11]

3, 11 (Obikin) and 12 for the fandom asks.

Ah! Thank you so much! (More questions are over here <3) Let's see!

3. NoTP? - Okay, just for my own peace of mind, I want to clarify that ... just because I don't like a ship and will opt out if it comes up somewhere, I don't mind others shipping it and I don't unfollow mutuals just because they post it or anything. It's simply something I do not enjoy, read or otherwise engage with. PSA: Don't yuck peoples yums! Just scroll past (and that is obviously not directed at you, @ineffable-snowman your ask was just the carrier here :D) With that long as pre-face, I have to say: Codywan. I just ... nah. Not my jam. I love Obi-Wan, obvs, I like Cody and pretty much include him everywhere but as a ship. Nope. 11. What is your favorite piece of fanart for Obikin? - Oh gosh ... I can honestly only pick what has recently struck me because there is SO. MUCH. GOOD. FOOD out there! You know what, I'll give you two! First of this one as well as this because who can resist a good Sith!Obikin? :D 12. What is the funniest or craziest AU idea you have ever come up with? - Putting Obi-Wan on a horse and make him do dressage felt pretty out there :D Also, Dancing with the Stars, but mostly because of what happens outside of the dance competition which ... I know, I know major tease ... but I promise, it'll be worth the wait! :D Thank you for the ask, friend! <3

#ask game #asked and answered #eden rambles

[space-catsun]

ITS 2 AM IN THE FUDGING MORNING

MY MIND IS RACING OVER CODY GOING AWOL, NOVA MARCHING AWAY, REX BYEBYE AND CLONE FORCE 99 GOING WACKY

GIVE ME SOME PEACE CMON PLEASE

Reason why I can't dmn sleep...

*opens Ao3 Codywan fanfic*

I just need sleep bro

#commander cody #star wars #codywan #sw #the clone wars #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 2

[generalobi]

Hi, idk if your still taking prompts but... I just love the thought of the Jedi treating the Clones like their part of the Order and giving them full access to all (non-private) parts of the Temple. And just the clones reaction to being told this.

(Codywan mayhap??)

“You would like the garden on level 300,” General Kenobi says, looking at Match thoughtfully, “It’s got a lot of cacti but it isn’t too dry. Or too busy. You should check it out when we’re next on Coruscant.”

Match blinks at their General. He’s only been a member of the 212th for two months, and when the General found him and his cactus hiding in an abandoned corridor he’d been sure he’d be sent away for decommissioning. The plant was a gift from a civilian on his first ever mission. Spark, his batchmate, had tried to convince him to just throw it away but Match was known for his stubbornness. He liked the little plant, damnit.

General Kenobi doesn’t seem to be sending him away for decommissioning though.

“Are-” he hesitates, “Am I allowed in the Temple, sir?”

“Of course,” the man looks bemused, “Our home is your home. Our gardens are your gardens. Our food is your food. You get the idea. I thought I told Cody to put that in the welcome package.”

“There’s a welcome package?”

“Yes, I spent a lot of hours on it,” he frowns, “I should go talk to Cody, make sure there haven’t been any issues with it.”

General Kenobi wanders off, muttering to himself about fonts and pictures. Match watches him go, bewildered. 

¬

It only takes weeks for the message to spread through the whole GAR. The clones are welcome in the Jedi Temple.

The Jedi, of course, assumed that this was obvious. Why wouldn’t they be welcome? The Temple is a place of safety, of warmth and light and family. The clones are now a part of that. You can’t fight with someone, die with them, and not form a bond.

¬

“Hey, Fives,” Ahsoka flops onto a crate next to him, “Want to eat dinner with me?”

He narrows his eyes, “In the Temple? Are you inviting me to eat with you, in the Jedi Temple?”

“Uh,” she tilts her head, “That’s what I said.”

“Awesome, can I bring Echo?”

“Sure. The refractory food is awful, it’s really not that big a deal.”

“Uh huh. Echo! We’re gonna eat in the Temple!”

¬

“You know,” Cody says, “When you invited me to your quarters, I didn’t think we’d spend the whole time talking.”

His boyfriend rolls his eyes, flicking him with a dish towel as he passes, “I’m making you dinner, dear one, so maybe you should be quiet.”

Cody smiles to himself, as he watches Obi-Wan move around his kitchen. He didn’t think he’d ever see the inside of this Temple, nevermind Obi-Wan’s home. The place he was raised and in turn raised General Skywalker.

Everything Obi-Wan is coats the soft blue walls, the ratty couch, the overstuffed shelves. Cody feels privileged to witness it.

¬

Bly watches the Jedi younglings sprint across the grass. The Room of A Thousand Fountains, (according to Aayla, it’s actually a thousand and ten), is full of Jedi and plants and life. He sits next to a steadily gurgling stream that feeds into a small pond. Aayla left him an hour ago, promising she wouldn’t be longer than ten minutes, but he doesn’t mind.

It’s beautiful here. Every part of the Temple is beautiful, but this is especially wonderful. Unlike Kamino, the barracks and the Star Destroyers, The Room of A Thousand Fountains was not built for efficiency and utility. It was made to be beautiful. To house the Jedi, from the smallest child to the oldest master. And now, it welcomes him and his vod’e too. So, no, he doesn’t mind that Aayla Secura has been drawn away by friends and dancing younglings. 

Here, he doesn’t feel like something made for war. He feels at peace.

#welcome #star wars #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #cody #codywan #fives #echo #fives and echo #ahsoka #bly #bly x aayla #aayla secura #cody x obi wan #the jedi temple #jedi temple #star wars prequels #room of a thousand fountains #want to see more? #prompt me! #prompt #answer #i HOPE THIS WAS wHAT YOU WANTED

[inkformyblood]

i have not yet learned to hold you

Cody and Obi-Wan flee from the newly formed Empire and the shadows that wear Cody’s face. They travel as refugees, war-torn and clinging to each other.

Day 04 Undercover/Undercover as a Couple

Pairing: Codywan TW: violence/intrusive thoughts

@codywanweek

It would be so easy to break his General’s neck. 

Obi-Wan was slack against Cody’s shoulder, his breathing ragged as if he was trapped in a nightmare. His head lolled with every rumble of the transport, swaying with every jerk and shudder that passed through the decrepit ship, but he didn’t wake, wouldn’t wake.

He had fallen asleep barely moments after they had sat down, tucked into a corner where the air clung to the thick scent of engine oil and the metal burned as frost unfurled across it. But he had slumped against Cody, uncaring of the danger that it put him in, trusting him after everything he had tried to do—

Obi-Wan was in danger, and it only grew every second that Cody remained by his side. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

It had been simple enough to slip onto the transport — merely two exhausted figures amongst many — but even that small use of the Force seemed to have drained Obi-Wan. He had sagged the moment the man with the datapad stepped away, content with the deception Obi-Wan had planted in his mind. Cody had reached for him without thinking, old instincts overriding the newer urge to slip his concealed blaster from his holster, press it to Obi-Wan’s temple and shoot. 

The ship shuddered, wordless cries of discomfort echoing through the darkness before they were silenced, tinged with exhaustion, and Obi-Wan groaned, the sound becoming trapped in his throat before he settled once more. 

He looked tired. 

The war had left its mark on them both as the years unfurled with no sign of slowing, but this ran deeper. The way Obi-Wan moved was slower, more deliberate, and he had curled himself around Cody as they had walked. Landing at the spaceport had been a risk even though the ship they had managed to steal from Grievous' supply had barely had enough fuel to break through the atmosphere. Death and destruction was everywhere, from the weary faces of the children watching them as they had passed, and watching them even now — their eyes too old for their faces — to the scorch marks from blasters littering the buildings Cody could identify with barely a glance.

The sound of footsteps, careful but deliberate, drew Cody out of his dark thoughts, his head tipping to one side as he listened. They weren’t the heavy methodical movements of a soldier, instead stumbling, pausing whenever the ship trembled around them, but they were drawing closer. 

As carefully as he could, Cody reached over, tucking Obi-Wan’s head further into the hollow of his shoulder, the other man’s breath damp against his skin. The urge burned through him again, a passing thought that raked its claws across his mind that he could cut Obi-Wan’s throat and sit like this as his General bled out against him, but he pushed it down, curling his free hand into a fist and cutting half-moons into his palm. He smoothed the edge of one of his scarves down, tucking it beneath Obi-Wan’s chin before drawing a section over his mouth — so easy just to press and feel him gasp and choke — to hide his face.

Obi-Wan, for all of his notoriety, wasn’t as easily identified. Cody, however, had one of the most well-known faces in the galaxy, and the twist of laughter in his chest was a surprise. He had thought he had forgotten how to laugh in the face of the events of the previous days. 

One of the scarves, identifiable by touch alone in the dim light, was woollen and striped a combination of 501st blue and 212th orange, and Cody pulled it up over most of his face, catching a linen scarf as it slipped and tucking it back into place. It wouldn’t pass a close inspection, but he could only hope it would do for now. Obi-Wan deserved whatever scraps of sleep he could get.

The woman who moved into view was unremarkable, a Wroonian woman with skin the same colour as sea-foam and her dark hair pinned up, but several curls had sprung free. Her smile was hesitant, but warm, revealing a dark gap of a missing tooth. “For the journey.”

She offered them a small flask, the liquid inside sloshing, and Cody could only stare. He could smell the sweet tartness of the berries, one final summer harvest, and his mouth watered, the words catching in his hollowed-out throat before he could speak. “We have nothing to give in return.”

“I ask for nothing, only offer kindness.”

She stretched out once more, the flask held by the edges of her fingers and Cody knew. 

How many people had she offered the same kindness to on this ship, and how many had accepted the final whisper of a home now gone? There was still liquid, so each took only a mouthful and moved along in gratitude. 

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he wordlessly reached for the flask. She stepped back, turning to look back down the ship, and Cody could have wept at the unexpected gentleness of this woman whose name he did not know, and who he would likely never see again. 

“My love?” Cody pressed the edge of his forefinger to Obi-Wan’s cheek, his hand curved to keep the flask steady. The endearment felt strange, lacking the familiarity of the Mando’a Cody repeated in his mind but had never given voice to. It had always been something for after the war, and yet here they were, and the war was over, and Cody couldn’t say it. Wouldn’t say it. Obi-Wan deserved someone whose every thought towards him was filled with love as sweet as honey instead of ideas of how to kill him twining through at the edges. 

Obi-Wan woke in fractions, a slow blink of his eyes — the brilliant blue now clouded and filled with a grief that was still raw and present — then a gentle sigh, pressing his face further into Cody’s neck. 

“What’s happening?” His voice was quiet, barely audible above the rumble of the engines, and Cody turned towards him, trying to shield him from everything, including himself. 

“A drink. If you want some.”

Cody watched the woman, waited for the gleam of her eyes to turn away before pulling down the scarf enough to take a mouthful. It burst on his tongue like the final days of summer on Kamino when the sea would rage, and he could slip away from training for a moment as the lights and cameras flickered and died to pluck fruit from the carefully regimented gardens. Only one drink, one memory, and Cody pushed it to the forefront of his mind, sweeping the thoughts of death beneath it. Obi-Wan’s thoughts brushed against his mind, the sensation akin to a kiss ghosting over his temple, and he hummed in quiet, exhausted joy. 

Their fingers brushed when Obi-Wan took the flask, and Cody’s cheeks burned in answer. They were pressed together from ankle to hip to shoulder, and Obi-Wan’s head still rested on Cody’s shoulder, but that single touch as Cody felt Obi-Wan draw comfort from his memory threatened to break him utterly. 

Obi-Wan pressed himself up, one hand firmly planted on Cody’s thigh, just enough to drink before passing the flask back. 

Cody waited until he was settled, their faces tucked back behind the flimsy fabric shields before extending the flask back. “Thank you.”

“Thank you. You’re lucky to have each other. May your peace find you on the road.”

“May your peace travel with you.” Obi-Wan’s voice had grown in strength, and the woman paused, her eyes widening in delight as a grin burst across her face at the traditional response. She bowed once before moving back up the ship, her steps lighter now. 

“Always full of surprises,” Cody murmured, pressing his cheek to the top of Obi-Wan’s skull, feeling the other man laugh more than hearing it. 

“I’d hate to ever bore you, my dear.” Obi-Wan drew his hand away from Cody’s thigh, and he missed the single spot of contact, his skin feeling like it was burning where Obi-Wan had touched him deliberately rather than convenience. “It’s a lovely memory you showed me.”

“I hadn’t thought about that in years,” Cody laughed despite himself. His grief was still too raw to examine, the wave of sorrow in his chest barely tampered behind his focus. He could grieve later, allow himself to sink to the floor and scream for his fallen vode but only when they were safe. “It’s strange how your memories work, isn’t it?”

Obi-Wan hummed in quiet, exhausted agreement, curling in closer to Cody’s side and, as delicately as he could, Cody raised his arm to wrap it around Obi-Wan’s shoulders. 

“If you—“ Obi-Wan paused, and Cody watched him think out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t sense the Force, but all of the clones had spent enough time around the Jedi to pick up a base knowledge. Cody had only watched his brothers turn and walk away from him, wiped clean as neatly as any droid would be, and die in a thousand different ways since the war started and even before.

Obi-Wan had felt every agonising second of it.

“Your pain isn’t any less than mine.” Obi-Wan’s voice was hushed, barely louder than a whisper, and Cody turned, catching a glimpse of eyes as blue as the ocean out of the corner of his eye. “We’re both grieving our losses.

“But I wanted to ask, would you let me share a memory with you?”

Obi-Wan had shared fragments with him before after Cody had agreed he could, never before. It was a strange sensation to be in the middle of battle to glance out over the smoke-covered fields and know where Obi-Wan was, feel the wind rush past his face, letting Cody hold out his hand to catch his saber once again.

But that had been purely tactical, and Cody couldn’t let himself dwell on the fact Obi-Wan never asked anyone else, only him.

“I’d like that.”

It stole over him like the slow slip of the sun beneath the horizon, flickering into place between one blink and the next. He could feel the warmth press against his skin, sweat prickling against the hollow of his throat as it dried and the sticky sweetness as juice ran down his chin. The fruit caved in at the slightest press of his teeth, and for a moment, decorum was abandoned, cool, wet pulp smearing against his cheeks as he ate. The man next to him laughed, leaning back so that their shoulders bumped together and his cheeks were stained the same vibrant purple that covered his hands. Cody didn’t know this man, and yet, he did. Qui-Gon reached out and smoothed a hand over Cody’s shoulders, drawing him close in a hug, warm, and he hoped it would never end. 

Cody blinked, the sunlight falling away and the harsh metal walls of the ship closing around him as he was forced back into the present. 

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan cupped Cody’s face, his thumb smoothing over his cheekbone, pressing their foreheads together in a kovyn. Their breath fogged as Cody gasped, tears burning at his eyes. 

The desire burned through his chest to draw his head back and slam it forward, yearning to hear the snap and crunch of bone and the burst of blood, warm and tacky, against his forehead, but he pushed it down. He pressed into the embrace instead, closing his eyes and feeling Obi-Wan’s heart settle in time with his own. 

They couldn’t stay like this for long. Already the groan of the ship’s engines had begun to change in pitch — a clear signal that they were coming into land. 

“Don’t—” Cody caught Obi-Wan as he started to straighten, unable to bear the separation. “Can we stay like this, just a few moments longer?”

It was dangerous, like trying to catch lightning with his hands, but he wanted a moment longer of peace and love, a selfish and ruined want that coursed through him like a heartbeat.

Cody couldn’t meet Obi-Wan’s gaze, but he caught the edge of his smile, so full of a love that neither of them had admitted to, and knew that whatever happened, they would be together. 

#codywan #codywanweek2021 #codywan week 2021 #star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #my writing

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Arranged Marriage Fic Rec List

I’ve done it! I’ve completed the lists of fics that contain my favorite tropes!!!!!

Well, there aren’t enough in my bookmarks. So. That’s great. Guess I have to keep looking, but I have about seven (7), I think, for you! And yes, since there weren’t very many, I included my fic. There are also some spicy fics at the end of this list.

The Vode by @reydjarinkenobi It didn't really take much to convince the Vode to rebel against the Kaminoans. And it was only a little more effort for them to organise themselves into a government that would be accepted by the Republic. Convincing the newly crowned King Cody to take a Jedi spouse was a different story. However, sometimes you needed to bit the blaster fire and invoke centuries old laws to ensure that the Senate won't stab you and the four million warriors you are responsible for in the back. Poor Obi-Wan Kenobi just so happens to be unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire.----Or A universe where Jango Fett actually takes responsibility for his people and acts like the Mandalorian he should. And just so happens to mess up all of Palpatine's plans in the process. (codywan)

do you love me by redacted_thescribbler, @revanchxst In a universe where Mandalore did not become pacifist, where Jango Fett took up the darksaber and the title of Mand'alor and reunited the clans after a last, devastating civil war, there are three Fett children: Cody, Rex, and Boba, with Cody taking up the title as Duke as the eldest. In this same universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi is more involved with his homeworld's politics and government, while still holding a position as a Jedi Knight. Their worlds could not be more different. When Stewjon reaches out to Mandalore for protection from pirates and other thieves, Mandalore agrees, with one condition: clan ties must be made. A member of Stewjon's government must marry Mandalore's Duke. They choose Obi-Wan Kenobi. (codywan)

Prince Cody of Kamino by @gabriel4sam  Cody was a clone, a soldier, a future officer. And, most importantly, he was a big brother. When he lets that fact take precedence over the others, he starts a reaction that will change the galaxy. (codywan)

Blood of My Blood by stanakin96  Prince of the High Realm, Anakin Skywalker and Lord of The Northern Kingdom Hoth, Obi-Wan, find themselves in an arranged marriage, despite the feuding of their houses. Little do they know, there is something much darker brewing in the Kingdoms. -“I should never be persuaded to marry you,” Obi-Wan said, hard, angry, trying desperately not to let it show - “your grace.” The sight of him, tall and muscular and so close made Obi-Wan take in a deep breath of air. But in the Coruscanti Royal Court, Obi-Wan couldn’t walk away. He had to stand there and let the prince stare. He could feel Anakin’s breath at his neck.“ And who’s to say I wish to marry you Kenobi?” Anakin started, his body now close enough for Obi-Wan to reach out and touch. “Take a step nearer to me and you’ll need your sword, Skywalker” Obi-Wan replied. (obikin)

So Will I by uh, me lol They’re in need of some help,” Mace says, but his voice gives off a forgiving tone. He exchanges looks with his King and other Councilors. “They’re reeling after the massive loss of life and resources. They’re in need of our help.” Silence for a few more minutes, then Mace speaks again. “And we’re in need of theirs.”Obi-Wan’s mind spins quickly as it tries to keep up with what Councilor Windu is saying. His mouth twists into a frown and his sightless eyes roam quickly around the room. “You’re getting married, Obi-Wan.”-------OR: The codywan arranged marriage au with lots of fluff/softness and blind obi-wan. So. a few of my favorite things. OR x2: Obi-Wan and Cody are both Prince's of their own kingdoms being pushed into an arranged marriage. (codywan)

(beware the spicy!)

Fine Print by orphan_account Jango is over ten years late for his wedding. If he’s being honest with himself - and he’s trying to be these days - he’d genuinely forgotten about the whole thing. He’s got excuses, and good ones, but it’s hardly a solid start to a relationship, arranged or otherwise. (jangobi)

A Dance with Dathomirians by 12snails  A Game of Thrones-esque AU: The Jedi make peace with Dathomir in exchange for one of their own. (obimaul)

#fic rec list #fic recs #arranged marriage list #kalis rec list #codywan #obikin #jangobi #obimaul

[gabriel4sam]

I just saw your post asking for prompts, so if you're interested: Obi-Wan/Cody, nr 15 Getting together at Palpatine's funeral. I have never seen that idea before, so I'm very curious! Stay safe and healthy, and thank you!

CodyWan getting together under the cut!

Obi-Wan’s teeth were gritting so hard it was a miracle they weren’t falling down under such pressure. The cowl of his Jedi’s cape hide enough of his face than most people would only see what he wanted them too: a Jedi Master, solemn and grave, as they buried the Chancellor of the Republic. A Jedi Master as many other, a pillar of strength hidden in brown and beige, someone who carried the orders of the Senate, someone who protected, someone who was a vessel more than a person.

Cody, standing next to him, as every Commander stood next to their General, knew better. He could see the movements of his jaw, the flex of his brow. He could feel the tension, the anger…

In all the years of the war they had shared, he had never seen Obi-Wan so angry. He had seen Obi-Wan after the mother of all battles, he had seen Obi-Wan hurt almost to death, he had seen him choking on his grief, he had seen him drunk and sad and joyful, he had seen him playful and wise, he had seen bored and he had seen him peaceful. Nevertheless he had never understood the depth of the anger which could sweep that gentle soul until the moment the two of them had entered the Chancellor’s office and found three dead Jedi Masters and an Anakin on the verge of falling who had just cut one of Master Windu’s hand.

Until Obi-Wan had seen a Sith Lord trying to make his Padawan, his child, Fall.

Almost one week after, that anger had not abated.

Cody was honestly a little surprised by how much Angry a Jedi Master could go without getting all murderous and yellow-eyed. Master Windu had explained to him at length the difference between Righteous Anger and Murderous Rage and Cody had honestly lost his footing in the discourse much sooner than he would like to confess. It probably hadn’t helped that Master Windu had been on so, so much medication at the time and insisted to cite obscure Jedi philosophe dead for centuries every two sentences.

Anakin and Obi-Wan had still not spoken to each other and Anakin was the only adult Jedi on Coruscant not present to the funeral, with Master Windu still in bed rest.

Officially, it was because of the injuries the two of them were supposed to have received in defending, unsuccessfully, the Chancellor from the Sith Lord. Unofficially Master Windu was effectively drugged to his gills, but Anakin was hiding into Senator Amidala’s apartment to be sure he wouldn’t see Obi-Wan.

The former Master Padawan pair had yelled at each other a few times via holocommunication and the only results Cody had observed was Obi-Wan’s blood pressure skyrocketing. Not that he needed it: everything seemed to put Obi-Wan in a terrible mood since Palpatine’s death, and Cody had started to play interference to be sure his Jedi wouldn’t burn all his bridges.

And now, here they were. Standing at the burial, pretending very hard the dead Chancellor hadn’t been an enemy of all life, all in the name of politics. It had been decided the truth would only worsen the situation, including the coming-soon peace talks. Obi-Wan hadn’t liked one bit to be forced to pretend like that. For the man who had tried to take his child! Master Gallia and Obi-Wan had had the Jedi equivalent of a row, all polite words, subtle metaphors and gleaming smiles, and Cody, who hadn’t left the side of Obi-Wan since Sidious’ death, would have sworn it had been more vicious than some battles against Grievious. In fact, Obi-Wan had been vicious all week, not only with Anakin and Master Gallia and Cody, if he hadn’t adored the man so much, would have throttled him a half-dozen times. It felt like Obi-Wan was bracing himself for something even more terrible and all his energy went to that bracing, leaving nothing to act like a civilized being.

“Oh, I can’t take it anymore,” Obi-Wan finally admitted at the beginning of the fourth speech, some Selkath ambassador whose name Cody didn’t take the time to remember, “let’s go find a drink or I will do something stupid.”

“Everybody will see if we leave,” Cody remarked sotto voce and Obi-Wan grunted something rude and turned on his heels.

Cody followed, because he wasn’t sure Obi-Wan wouldn’t try to burn down the Senate in this state of mind. And sadly, today Cody was his adult supervision. Not that he sometimes didn’t have the urge himself, but it would derail the plans for clones’ rights that Senator Organa was pushing at the Senate.

They ended in a cantina in some area of Coruscant the Commander didn’t know. A careful examination of the décor persuaded Cody it sometimes doubled as a brothel but he wasn’t a prude. Also, the brandy was good and reasonably priced and the dim lights and out of the way table afforded them some privacy.

“You weren’t forced to follow me,” Obi-Wan said to him at the end of the second drink, “I’m pretty sure I’m not your General anymore.”

“My General isn’t in the habits to drink instead of doing his job,” Cody bit back, “so, yeah, I’m aware.” And he wasn’t even sorry when he saw Obi-Wan’s grimace.

“I asked Knight Bant,” Cody started, “and she talked to me about some retreat…”

“Are you…is this an intervention?”

“Are you gonna get angrier and impossible to control if I say yes?”

Obi-Wan gesticulated for a third drink.

“Enough,” Cody ordered, exasperated and Obi-Wan’s eyes went round. Cody had sometimes pleaded, quipped and sidestepped orders, but it was the first time he used this tone with his General. He leaned down on the Jedi across the small table:

“If you act like a brat, I’m not above putting you on my knees for a good spanking,” he hissed, at the end of his rope, “Yes, your almost son was manipulated, but it doesn’t give you the right to act like you’re the only one hurt. We will go at the meditation retreat recommended by Knight Bant, you’ll meditate or centre yourself or whatever you need, and I will listen to boring to death Jedi poets, and then we’ll come back and built a better world, including healthy communications with Anakin Skywalker.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth opened a few times, like a fish on dry soil.

“You’ll come with me?” He said finally and Cody had a sudden flash of understanding.

“You big lummox!” He exclaimed, his voice rasping, forgetting in an explosion all about his usual calm and control, “How can you be so smart and so… Have you been a pain in the ass all week because you thought I would abandon you? And you didn’t think to ask?”

Obi-Wan immediately went beet red and Cody’s heart filled with exasperated fondness. Jedi and feelings….He regretted Qui-Gon Jinn wasn’t alive for a discussion: he was sure half of Obi-Wan’s problems with expressing healthy feelings were his faults. He took Obi-Wan’s hand across the table.

“A feral Sith Lord couldn’t take me from you,” he reminded him. Obi-Wan had a small, grateful smile. Cody put a kiss across his knuckles and Obi-Wan went even redder, something which had seemed impossible.

“You’ll come with me?” He asked again.

“I will come with you,” Cody confirmed, “to the end of the world or beyond. Even a week of Jedi’s meditations couldn’t scare me away.” And for the first time in a week, he saw Obi-Wan’ smile, so he couldn’t resist adding:

“And when we are back, I’m taking you on a date.”

The smile turned flirtatious, something like a spark, which had been absent for days, lightening in the blue eyes.

“There you are, Negotiator,” Cody smiled in turn.

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #my fics

[glimmerglanger]

Whumptober 2020 - Day 6

Day 6 of whumptober and part 6 of the oof!au. (Post Order 66 Vader-Captures-Obi-Wan AU. Eventual happy(ish) ending. Past/eventual Codywan. One-sided Vaderwan.)

I.... arranged this preface a little different today because we’ve moved into the peak of Anakin’s nastiness, today and tomorrow. He’s laying the ground work for his own defeat, but we’re not there, yet. It’s also a brief return to using the right prompt on the right day! Look at that! Technically “Get It Out” probably applies, actually....

Warnings for torture, abuse of a prisoner, non-con (of a particularly twisted sort), being mind controlled into hurting someone you love in some pretty awful ways. PLEASE heed the warnings. Dead dove, do not eat, etc. 

No 6. PLEASE…. 

“Get it Out” | No More | “Stop, please”

 The med-droids rarely had reason to file reports on Mustafar. Vader didn’t care what they did to the troopers. He left those reports, taking a twisting sort of pleasure in it, to filter through to 2224, who… Likely did nothing with them. Why would it? Vader demanded only reports on Obi-Wan’s progress, as time went past.

Apparently, he had died twice while they worked to preserve his life after Vader crushed his throat to make him stop speaking about Shmi. Still, they had managed to get him stabilized, managed to keep him alive, which was as it should be. He was only permitted to die when Vader decided he was, and--

And Vader was not ready for that moment, regardless of Obi-Wan’s foolish decisions. He tossed the report aside, ignoring a comment about severe damage to Obi-Wan’s vocal cords - apparently they were not sure they could repair them - fury curling around in his gut and through his bones. He’d known Obi-Wan was a monster, but to say such things about his mother--

She hadn’t deserved anything that had happened to her. Her entire life had been a punishment for crimes uncommitted. Finding her in the village of the Sand People had proven to Anakin that the galaxy needed direction, a strong hand, someone to make things right--

He swallowed, his respiratory and cardiac systems entirely out of order, the image of his mother chained up, brutalized, rising in his mind, memories he didn’t want and fought so hard to bury. He shut his eyes, shaking his head, and when he opened them again he was staring at the rack where Obi-Wan had hung.

For an awful, lurching moment, his mind supplied an image of his mother, hanging there, instead, and of Obi-Wan strung up in the Sand People’s hut, and he lurched a step backwards, a scream caught in his throat as he lashed out with the Force.

No one came to check on him, despite the cacophony of noises that must have echoed out from the room. When he did call the troopers in, later, he only said, “Remove that. I never want to see it again.”

He listened, staring out at the lava, as they dragged the twisted pieces of the rack, still covered with Obi-Wan’s blood - not his mothers, never his mother’s, he could have never hurt her, never - away.

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Obi-Wan had done something to him, Vader realized, later, when he found himself down in the infirmary, staring at the bacta tank where Obi-Wan floated, healing slowly from the latest wounds he’d forced Vader to inflict upon him.

Obi-Wan had - had gotten into his head, somehow. He must have found a way around the collar. He’d used the poison of his words to steal Vader’s ability to think clearly, to rest. He could not stop conflating the images of his mother and Obi-Wan, which was -- ridiculous. 

They were nothing alike.

Obi-Wan had never done anything but fail him, but turn Padmé against him, but try to hold him back and confuse him, diverting him from his true purpose. Vader stared at him, fists clenched, and resolved to make Obi-Wan pay for everything he’d done.

Including the new nightmares, playing out each time Vader closed his eyes. Vader tried to make him pay, after the med-droids repaired him, but his voice wouldn’t work, even after the droids said he was recovered. Vader sent Obi-Wan back, for more work, eaten up by the nightmares and memories echoing in his head.

He needed to make Obi-Wan pay. Somehow. He had time to think of something appropriate, while Obi-Wan recovered.

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The nightmares remained, terrible, confusing things put in his head by Obi-Wan, through another campaign. Vader returned to Mustafar in a foul temper, feeling so full of anger at the injustice of it all that he almost vibrated with it. 

He found he did not care if Obi-Wan had recovered or not, barking an order that Obi-Wan be delivered to him, immediately. He’d taken injuries, been sloppy, during the campaign. Some of the rebels had gotten away, because Obi-Wan would grant him no peace, had him spinning out of control.

Well. He fully intended to regain his control of this entire situation. Of Obi-Wan. Of his thoughts. He opened the windows to the lava flow below, all the way, wanting the convective heat to blow in around him, wanting the charred air to fill his lungs. He stood before the window, his hands clenched at his back, feeling just as full of fire and upheavals as the volcano, so far below.

He did not turn to look, when the door opened.

“I see you’ve redecorated, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, his voice strange. Hoarse. Quiet, only barely over a whisper. Infuriating as his words.

Anakin spun on his heel, snarling, feeling the hot air lift and tug at his cloak as he spat, “I’ve indulged your impertinence long enough, old man. You will call me by my proper title.”

Obi-Wan stared at him, blue eyes unblinking and faded. There were dark bruises under his eyes. His cheeks cut sharp, especially without any beard to hide them. Troopers held his arms. 2224 gripped the chain at his neck. And yet, still, Obi-Wan stood with his back straight and his shoulders back, his head high, as though--

As though he had any right to dignity. 

Obi-Wan said, staring right at him, his voice quiet and raspier than Anakin had ever heard it, “I will call you by your name. It doesn’t matter what you do, you cannot avoid who you are. Anakin.”

Something hot and pure as lightning ran down the back of Vader’s back, dug teeth into him and spread through his gut. He could not allow Obi-Wan to keep mocking him in his own place of power. He could not allow Obi-Wan to have this hold on his dreams, to hurt him, somehow. He took a step forward, growling, “I am Lord Vader. Anakin is dead.”

That weak failure of a boy was gone. He’d burned down in the lava flows. All that had remained was the core of Vader, strong enough to do what needed done, to herald the galaxy towards order and peace. 

Across from him, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, managing to look supremely unimpressed, chained and bound and otherwise naked, utterly at Vader’s mercy - he’d proved that over and over - and still refusing to acknowledge his utter defeat. 

But why would he, Vader thought, sharply. He’d obviously done something. Struck out at Vader’s mind. Planted nightmares there, left him dry heaving as he woke up, plagued with - with the ghosts of guilt and regret and--

And he had no room for those weak emotions in his life. He would burn them out, destroy them in the fire. Destroy Obi-Wan in the same fire, if required. If he would not be remade into an appropriate shape. He considered the plans he’d made, during the campaign, breathing hard, hesitating for just a moment as he said, “I give you one last chance. Kneel and greet me properly.”

Obi-Wan drew in a little breath, scowled, found some way to straighten his spine yet further and said, “You are Anakin Skywalker and you will never--”

Vader activated the collar and watched him fall, watched him spasm across the ground, watched him struggle for breath, when the pain stopped. “I tried to be reasonable with you,” he said, the heat of Mustafar curling around him, the heat of his rage kindled within him. “Remember that. But, obviously, you require a firmer hand. You will call me Vader, before we leave this room.”

Obi-Wan said nothing, rocking himself up onto his knees, blood dripping from his nose, splatters of it across the ground. “I will never,” he rasped, mouth quirking, infuriating.

Vader exhaled, harshly. His hands clenched and his gut burned with anger, fury that Obi-Wan would push him to this, would not just accept-- “You’ve brought this on yourself,” he said, “and so I’ll let you stop it, at any time. Call me my proper name, and you may return to your cell.”

“I--”

“I don’t let my men enjoy themselves nearly enough,” Vader barked, talking over Obi-Wan. He could guess what Obi-Wan had to say, anyway. “2224,” and, oh, he liked the way just saying the numbers made Obi-Wan suck in a breath, something in his posture stiffening. “I need your assistance.”

“Don’t hurt him,” Obi-Wan said, pushing to his feet and swaying once he got there, and for a moment Vader just stared at him. There was something darkly amusing about Obi-Wan trying to step in front of 2224, trying to protect an empty vessel. Especially considering what Vader planned. “Anakin, leave him--”

“The prisoner is being disruptive. Pacify him.” Vader enjoyed the brief flash of despair across Obi-Wan’s expression, the swell of it through the Force. Obi-Wan turned, looking towards 2224, just in time to take a blow across the jaw. He made a sound, low and stunned, covered by the impact of a fist into his gut.

“Wait--” Obi-Wan panted, words cut off when 2224 kicked his knee out, sending him down. 2224 was moving jerkily. Hesitating before each blow. Malfunctioning again. “No, this isn’t--”

Vader watched and listened, respiration increasing, as Obi-Wan tried to curl away from the blows, as 2224 followed him down, pulling him around, blows landing over and over and still Obi-Wan made no move to beg, to listen to instruction, to--

Well. Vader had known he’d likely require… further convincing. He grimaced.

“2224, you’re programmed to recreate,” Vader said, the words tasting like ash. “Aren’t you? Under Order 312.” Sidious had insisted that such actions could assist with appropriately subduing an entrenched populace. Vader had seen it work, on Ryloth. He could remember the way the insurgents there had screamed. Cried. Wept--

2224 stopped, froze in place, one fist drawn back still, black glove wet with blood, hand shaking. It was a broken damn thing, unable to process a question and continue a simple task. Vader scowled. He’d have disposed of the model already, if merely seeing 2224’s ugly, scarred face didn’t make Obi-Wan’s emotions twist, every time.

“What’s Order 312?” Obi-Wan panted, voice thick with pain, but neither of them answered.

“Yes, Lord Vader,” 2224 said, after a long beat for processing, with less emotion than a droid, expression utterly and completely blank. Still, Vader could not help but notice that its index finger was twitching, jerkily, and for no apparent reason. There was a smear of blood, under its nose.

Defective.

Perhaps Vader would have to make Obi-Wan watch as it was decommissioned. Permanently.

The thought held no small measure of appeal. But it could wait. At least a little while. He knew, very well, how his old master had felt about 2224. Before. He worked his jaw, once, twice, and then said, “Execute Order 312 on the prisoner.”

“What’s--” Obi-Wan started again, words cutting off when 2224 grabbed him. “Cody?” he said, sounding confused, feeling lost in the Force. There was a sharp little thrill of hope through him, at every touch of 2224’s hands, and Vader felt his lips pull back from his teeth.

He’d put that hope out, every single spark of it. 

Obi-Wan jerked as 2224 gripped his shoulders, shoving him over onto his stomach. Vader watched Obi-Wan’s chin hit the floor, heard him make a sound, felt his spreading alarm. “No,” he panted, struggling in earnest, and Obi-Wan was strong, had always been strong, even without the Force, but… his arms were bound, he’d just been beaten, viciously.

And Vader was almost certain the troopers had always been stronger.

“Stop! Don’t--Cody!” Obi-Wan’s voice cracked, as 2224 put a hand on the side of his head and pressed down, its other hand pulling robotically at its armor. “Please,” Obi-Wan gasped, voice failing with another crack, and, oh, he was shaking, Vader noticed, shaking all over, his eyes gone white all the way around, breath sharp and choppy. “Cody, don’t!”

2224 hesitated. Froze into place. Vader scowled and snapped, “I gave you an order! Carry it out!” And Obi-Wan cried out, sharp, ragged, when 2224 pushed into him, without a word, without a single move towards kindness. Vader watched, stared, unwilling even to blink, waiting for Obi-Wan to give in. Waiting for him to break. Waiting--

He made an awful, guttural sound, when 2224 bottomed out, still pressing Obi-Wan’s face down, its other hand gripping at Obi-Wan’s hip, that index finger still tapping, endlessly, even as it set a fast, brutal pace. And Obi-Wan didn’t beg. Didn’t break. Instead, he gasped, “It’s not you. It’s not you -- it’s--this isn’t--”

“Is this what it was like?” Vader asked, making himself watch. How often had he wondered, over the course of the war? How many times had he imagined his high and mighty master, bent over and fucked, taken. It had irritated him, at the time, that Obi-Wan would let someone else touch him, that he’d spread his legs and beg, when he hadn’t wanted Anakin. It had left him hard and aching, back then.

It still did, he found, cock twitching beneath his suit as he watched and listened.

Obi-Wan had never handled himself properly. Never realized what was good for him. Vader snarled, listening to the sounds Obi-Wan made, gutted and soft. Wet. Refusing to answer.

“Have you missed this?” Vader demanded, taking a step forward, listening to 2224 pant like an animal, just rutting mindlessly into a warm body, still with no expression on its face, the white of its left eye staining red. Perhaps that was what it had always been like, Vader could imagine that. Vader spat, “I suppose 2224 deserves permission to have you like this whenever it likes, that’s what you let it have before, isn’t it?”

Obi-Wan’s mouth worked, soundlessly. Resisting, even still.

Vader went to one knee, watching, and snapped, “Answer me!”

Obi-Wan spat towards him, instead of saying anything, salvia pinkish with blood, splattering across his boot, expression twisted up as, behind him, 2224 made the smallest sound and stilled. Just… stopped moving, completely, the task finished.

“Go clean yourself up, Cody,” Vader ordered, eyes on Obi-Wan as 2224 pulled out of him, taking in the flash of pain across his expression. He collapsed sideways as 2224 rose, laying there, sprawled across the floor, exposed and bloody already, drawing his legs up, hunching around them.

Vader swallowed, harshly, and said, bile in his mouth, “Say my name.”

Obi-Wan laughed. It was a terrible, cracking sound. His eyes barely focused when he said, in a hoarse whisper, through a crooked smile, “Anakin Skywa--”

Vader activated the collar, for just a moment, white-hot rage moving through him, and gripped at Obi-Wan’s shoulders, shoving him flat onto the ground. He felt the way Obi-Wan jerked and jumped, beneath him, noticed the slickness of blood and spend, and -- and refused to hesitate.

Obi-Wan wasn’t moving, by the time he finished. Vader stood, feeling strangely shaky, split open inside, and looked down at the limp body. Obi-Wan was just… staring forward, breath shaky and hitching. Vader was sweating, heavily, under his suit. He could smell the stink of himself, and hated it, one more thing caused by Obi-Wan.

He stumbled back a step, but there was no one to see but the troopers. And they did not care. He said, turning away, “Take him away.” He added, as he heard them dragging Obi-Wan towards the doors, “To the med-droids. But tell all the troopers to enjoy themselves. After all, one of you is the same as all the rest.”

And, perhaps, that would be enough to teach Obi-Wan his place.

His mouth tasted of ash. He swallowed it down into his gut.

#whumptober2020 #no.6 #no more #stop please #clone wars #fic #non con #torture #mind control #oof!au #dead dove do not eat #codywan #vaderwan #please heed the warnings #nothing pleasant happens here

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NIGHTMARES — CODYWAN

Was my first post going to be a oneshot-drabble-reallyshortfic codywan? absolutely.

It's very short 'cause It's my first English translation, be patient.

Now, I was inspired by this song to write. I hope u enjoy it.

♡

“This can’t be real," Cody rested his hand on his partner's cold skin. An overwhelming darkness surrounded him, and everything around Cody seemed to fade away. "Don't leave me, please," in a matter of seconds, his hands were stained with a dangerous, dark red wine.

“General, general!” He called him breathless, taking his own hands to the abdomen where the same red liquid stained the general’s clothes. 

The silence drowned him out, and the pressure in the center of his head took away a groan of pain. He could not understand, all he knew was that it was very cold, and that minutes before he had been struggling with his favorite person. From one moment to the next his perception had become blurred, as if everything had shut down inside him and suddenly someone had turned on the lights in a dark room.

A second earlier Obi-Wan had saved his life, and he had probably made fun of it. Like always.

Cody had never felt anything like that, his body was shaking and his mind was empty. With his left hand he touched the bleeding wound and with the other he touched Obi-Wan's face. He was trying to rewind, and understand what had happened, when suddenly his eyes began to wet.

Had he done that?

He didn't understand why, but he wasn't able to look beyond the inert body and yet he knew that no one else would be there, because it wasn't just sadness that prevented him from reacting. It was remorse, guilt.

When he met Obi-Wan's dull eyes, a gasp and unrestrained breathing started from Cody, who kneeling on the floor pushed his hands away from the body.

He was desperate, he couldn't breathe, and his hands traveled all over himself trying to remove, in a burst of panic, his own armor. He shook his head frantically and found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

"This is not real. This is not real," he said to himself, and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, a complete darkness had replaced everything around him. There was nothing.

The blindness in which he found himself caused a scream that burned in his throat, and, all of a sudden, the light that entered through his eyes forced him to cover them with one of his hands.

It was empty, and that made him feel lonely. His brothers were gone, his companions were gone. Not even Obi-Wan's lifeless body was there anymore. There was only darkness.

"Bad dreams?" He heard Obi-Wan's tired, worried voice. The rapid breathing forced him to give up the words and limit himself to a head nod.

His right hand was clean, naked, and sweaty, like his chest. No armor, no weapons around him. There was only Cody sitting wearing a blanket and his sleeping clothes. He found himself in the middle of a room that was not his own, but was well known to him. The bed sank next to him, and warm hands traveled across his shoulders to his chest.

He felt Obi-Wan's bare chest touch his left forearm, his skin felt warm, alive.

"The same one?" He concentrated on the fingers touching the bare skin on his torso, which helped calm his agitated heart, but still he just nodded his head again without opening his eyes, trying to get used to the light Obi-Wan had turned on.

Cody heard a sigh, and felt Obi-Wan's hands helping him to settle between the sheets, with the Jedi still touching his bare chest. When he managed to open his eyes, Kenobi's reassuring, serene smile was enough to make him feel safe.

"I'm here, my love," a kiss on Cody's forehead was all Obi-Wan had to do to fill the commander with peace.

"They're just nightmares. We have nothing to fear anymore," said the Jedi, as he cuddled up with Cody again, with the light on.

With little hope of sleep, Cody wished with all his strength that Obi-wan was right, as always. He let the Jedi master stroke his back with the delicacy that only Kenobi possessed. He felt the look of the Jedi behind him, and like every time he was with him, he felt protected. Obi-Wan was alive, lying right next to him.

With that thought in his mind, Cody left all his fears and dreads in the arms of the men he loved most in the whole galaxy.

"Only nightmares," Cody replied in a slow, tired voice, finally letting sleep overcome him.

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[macabretrees]

Title: Luminous Beings

A/N: @finish-the-clone-wars for the theme at the helm! Sorry i’m late, I’m still working on the one from last time XD Summary: Cody is Force sensitive (and he’s not the only one). For as long as he can remember, he’s hidden his abilities. But when a ship crash threatens the life of he and his general, he decides to let his secret be known. 

Pairings: pre-Codywan

Earlier the writing was weird? Idk if it’ll be like that again but idk how to fix it. 

Cody didn’t have time to hesitate.

The shockwave of the explosion had thrown their ship completely out of whack. The control panels were rendered useless, and their craft was descending quickly. Within five minutes their ship would collide with the hard, rigid surface of the mountain, and that would be a quick and absolute end for Commander Cody and General Kenobi.

Speaking of the latter, he sat unconscious in his chair, the seat belt the only thing keeping him upwards. He would die without even realizing it, asleep in his chair as they crashed. It was a peaceful death, far greater than any clone would granted. Far greater than any death that Obi-Wan would  get.

And Cody....well Cody would die like a clone.  

And he considered that, briefly, for a moment. To die in the line of duty was the utmost accomplishment for any clone. It wa a dream for all of his brother to die serving the Republic, to die fulfilling their purpose to the Senate.

But...but that was then.

This was now. Cody wasn’t just a clone, he wasn’t just some tool apart of a larger machine that could be disposed of, only to be replaced by an exact replica of himself. Cody...he was more than that. If anything, these past few months had told him that. His evolving relationship with his general had told him that.

And Maker, if he wouldn’t save himself, than he would certainly save Obi-Wan.

He didn’t waste time in closing his eyes and extending his arms forward, letting the words of Master Yoda spread through his mind.  You must feel the Force around you. Here, between you, me, food on your trays, the seats at your tables…

The ship made a loud, metallic noise, as if a pressure was constricting it from the hull. Cody smirked to himself as their descent decreased, just enough for him to lessen the impact. But that wasn’t enough. The impact would be lessened, but Cody would have to concentrate long enough to ensure a steady landing. He’d have to keep the ship intact with his Force,  ensure that the glass stayed in place, and that if it didn’t, nothing struck  he or Obi-Wan from the outside.

Then lastly he’d have to stop the ship.

All of it was easier said than done, of course.

It went faster than the Commander had anticipated, and he rushed to compensate his Force at the rate of the ship’s impending doom.

By the end of it, they’d lost a good amount of the ship, including the majority of the hull, the window, and had torn a large hole in the anterior. However, Cody had managed to cushion their fall well enough, and steer them towards the bottom of the mountain range where they found themselves in a small, valley like area.

When the clone was certain that they were safe, he took a deep breath, and relinquished his hold on the ship.

Cody  must have been keeping the ship together more so than he previously thought though, as the entire thing rumbled and shook almost immediately. The smell of smoke began to fill the interior, while the insides began to collapse on them.

Cody raised his hand immediately, preparing to counter whatever he had undone, though he feared he was too late.

However, to his relief, the imminent destruction of the ship had halted.

It was almost as of someone was using the Force.

“You know,” Came a raspy voice from beside him, “You don’t have to use your arms to control it.”

Cody’s jaw nearly dropped, and it was only Obi-Wan’s small chuckle that caused him to close it.

“It’s fine, Cody,” reassured the General, grunting as his mind strained to keep the ship intact, “but, I must say that even with both of us working together, we still won’t be able to hold back the explosion.”

“Y-yes sir,” Stammered the clone, as he unbuckled his seat belt and a opened the overhead latch.

“Sir, you first.”

“No, you first Cody,” Obi-Wan responded, “You saved us both, this is the least I can do. I’ll see you on the outside.”  

There was shuffle as Cody jumped from his chair, onto the top of the roof, and out of the ship.  Obi-Wan followed, relinquishing his hold on the ship as he did so. At that, the ship began to rumble once more, this time  more vigorously than before. Pillars of smoke rose from it, and sparks began to fill the air as the hull began to rupture.

“We need to clear the area now, Cody! The ship will--” 

It blew before Obi-Wan could finish his warning, and would have destroyed them both had Cody not thrown himself in front of it, using his force as a shield to protect them both. His hands tremebled under the heavy weight of shrapnel and the heat that followed, and his knees nearly buckled at the shockwave.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as snares of fire threatened to engulf him, and his mind strained under the pressure to protect them both.

He stood there for what seemed like hours, though it could not have been for more than five minutes.

When the explosion died down, Cody collapsed, legs giving out underneath him, and his energy depleted. That was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

“Cody...Cody are you alright?” worriedly asked the General, as he crawled beside Cody, “Are you hurt?”

“No...no i’m fine,” Cody rasped, “Just a little sore, but I’m fine.”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said again, though his tone suggested something aside from concern. More like...amazement, “Cody, you’re one of the strongest Force users i’ve seen.”

And reality hit Cody like a bullet to the back. He’d protected Obi-Wan, yes. But he’d exposed his greatest secret. And he could only imagine the effect it would have on the others. Would they start testing his brothers for the Force as well? Would the Jedi order tell the Kaminoans? Would he be taken back to Kamino and experimented on?

His mind raced, and his heart thumped against his chest. The feeling of dread had befallen him.

“I won’t tell anyone Cody,” Obi-Wan assured him, once more, “I swear.”

Under normal circumstances, Cody had no reason to trust  a Jedi. For all they’d done to he and his brothers, there was no room trust. Only room for obedience.

But...of the many Jedi he could care less about that, there were few that he could trust. Obi-Wan was one of them. It had been a journey, his trust of the older man. But it had been a journey well taken, and he would gladly give his life for the man. And Obi-Wan would do the same for him.

“Thank you,” Cody breathed a sigh of relief, and his body visibly slagged.

“You’re welcome, Cody,” responded the Jedi, “But you mustn’t use it...not in front of any other Jedi. What you did today was reckless, and if I had been anyone else, the situation would have ended differently.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Cody smirked to himself.

“Is something the matter? Cody?”  “Nothing, sir,” Cody chuckled, “It’s just….now I know how General Skywalker feels when you lecture him.”

Obi-Wan sighed, and fought the urge to roll his eyes, “If you keep on like this, you’ll hear more of it.”

“There’s not many people who know,” Cody continued, hesitantly, “And there’s fewer who’re like me.”

Obi-Wan raised a brow, “There are more of you?”

“As of recent, yes,” Cody nodded, reluctant again “...they need someone to teach them. Someone they can trust.”

Obi-Wan blinked profusely as Cody gave him a knowing gaze.

“Oh...Oh no Cody,” the Jedi held his hands up in defense, “You don’t mean me...do you?”

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[inkformyblood]

as my offering

Codywan Week Day 06: Armour

A diplomatic error threatens to tear Obi-Wan and Cody apart to maintain a stronghold during the war, but they have a moment of peace before everything could change.

Pairing: Codywan Warnings: None

@codywanweek

“My love…”

Cody closed his eyes, pressing his head back onto the curve of Obi-Wan’s shoulder and forcing his breathing to remain slow and regular despite the quick electric spark of panic rising in his chest. They had had precious few moments together in the past few months, running from one battlefront to another, sustaining themselves on their fingers twined together beneath the console where no-one could see or the brief press of their foreheads together in a kov’nyn that ended almost as soon as it began. 

“Obi-Wan,” Cody replied, matching his Jedi’s gentle tone, unable to keep a grin from unfurling across his face as Obi-Wan caught himself, his breath halting in his throat, and laughed. The other man ducked his head, kissing at the exposed curve of Cody’s neck and Cody shivered at the scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to do this for me,” Obi-Wan continued, undeterred by Cody’s half-hearted attempt at distraction — just as they both knew he would be. “I have some leads I can follow up, ways so you don’t have to fight because of a mistranslated tradition.” 

Frustration was clear in Obi-Wan’s voice, clipping the edges of his normally smooth speech, and his grip tightened on Cody’s hips before he stopped. He sighed, the sound flowing through him like a flood, curling over Cody before he straightened, propping his chin into the hollow of Cody’s collarbone.

Cody watched them both in the full-length mirror he had been given for the trial, taking them both in and trying to imprint the image on his mind. They were an oddly matched pair, with Obi-Wan having to stoop down to Cody’s height to wrap himself around him, but, after half a lifetime of the endless repetitions of the same face, their differences fascinated Cody. Obi-Wan’s skin was paler, so the freckles across his shoulders and cheeks showed up like constellations in a clear night sky, and his hair had fallen out of the tie as it so often did, curling slightly when it reached his shoulders. 

Cody had avoided watching his own reflection, unwilling to confront the reality that he had been stripped of his armour by their current hosts and given new clothes to wear, but the gold gleamed against his skin — not quite the orange he was used to but close enough that he could still recognise the man who stared back at him. 

The cloth skirt was similar to a kama, but the black dye had already begun to come away onto his thighs, the band at his waist digging in slightly. His feet were bare except for the heavy iron bands around his ankles that caused the memory of manacles to press at the edges of his mind. Cody’s chest was bare, and his gaze slid over the many clusters of paler scars without truly noticing them. It was something that always made nat-borns stare, a pause in their speech or their step before they continued, unaware of what they had done, but that moment was as obvious as an explosion to the clones. 

“Given their insistence that we don’t remove our helmets, I’m surprised they didn’t give me one.” Cody tried to keep his voice light, but the words tasted sour in his mouth. Obi-Wan hummed in agreement, raising his head enough to smooth a kiss over Cody’s temple, pausing when Cody continued to speak. 

“Even so, I’m glad that it was me, rather than one of the others.” Obi-Wan’s grip tightened once more, his embrace slipping from Cody’s hips so his arms wrapped around his waist, cocooning him in warmth. It was a welcome change, Cody’s skin beginning to prickle with goosebumps.

“I know. That is one of the many reasons I love you. And you know, I’d rather it was me.”

“I know.” For all their differences, their souls were the same; the same drive to protect as many people as they could, the same determination and stubbornness shining through. 

It had been such a small action to start the avalanche that led to the impending trial by combat. Cody barely thought about removing his helmet in front of Obi-Wan anymore, and he knew the other clones were the same. When Obi-Wan had turned to introduce them to the diplomatic delegation shortly after they had landed, Cody had removed his helmet, meeting Obi-Wan’s gaze for a moment without the faint haze of the visor, then turned to look into the horrified faces of their hosts. 

Soldiers were soldiers, and it was the height of disrespect for Cody to assume a higher position than he had earned in their eyes by removing his helmet. 

“If it was any other planet, I’d suggest we leave.” Obi-Wan paused, and Cody turned to tap their heads together, his nose bumping against Obi-Wan’s.

“We both know this is an important foothold to maintain, sir.”

“This war has taken so much from all of us. But, while my research didn’t reveal a way out of the fight, I do have something for you.”

Obi-Wan stepped away, and Cody swayed with the urge to follow him. Instead, he turned back to the mirror and watched him, a pale shadow in the mirror, and felt the rising tide of panic begin to rise in his chest. 

“I was intending to give this to you after this mission, but it is allowed in the rules, and I thought you would like something familiar.”

The ring Obi-Wan held up was the same orange as Cody’s amour, flat except for a small engraving of a sunburst in the centre, and was warm as Cody held out his hand — a faint tremor causing it to shake — so Obi-Wan could slip it onto him. 

“You had this made for me, cyare?” Cody couldn’t help the wonder that flowed through him, love burning warm and overpowering in his chest. He turned his hand over, inspecting the ring and noting how it lay flat to his skin so it wouldn't catch during battle. 

Kissing Obi-Wan was a gift all of its own, the man pressing back against Cody, his hands weaving into his hair to keep him close. Cody could have kissed him until every star in the sky burnt out into a husk and not noticed the never-ending march of time passing them both by. 

The gong intruded on their moment of peace, harsh and jarring, and Cody broke away with a groan, kissing Obi-Wan once more before stepping away. His cheeks felt like they were burning, the pressure of Obi-Wan’s lips, his hands in his hair, and Cody turned to stare at the curtain that led out into the arena. 

“Tion’gar ven’cabuo ner beskar’gam?” Cody asked, shifting his shoulders as his heartbeat settled, his thoughts sharpening as he prepared himself for the fight. 

“Yes, I will.” Obi-Wan’s hand slipped into his, squeezing tightly before Cody forced himself to step away.

He would win. He had to.

Translations:

Kov’nyn: Keldabe kiss, headbutt, foreheads pressed together

Tion’gar ven’cabuo ner beskar’gam? = Will you protect my armour?

Cyare = beloved

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