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kara-ct · 8 months

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Anakin : *knocking on the door at 3am* Rex! Rex! REX! Wake up!

Rex :What's the problem, sir? Are we under attack?

Anakin : I was thinking about Obi-Wan and Cody.

Rex :...

Anakin: If they get married, Cody will be my stepmother or brother-in-law?

Rex: Did you seriously wake me up for that?

Anakin :... Obi-Wan is like a father to me but he is also a brother. Does that mean Cody is going to become my stepmother and brother-in-law at the same time?

Rex :...

Anakin : Does that mean that you and I will also be brothers? Or are you going to become my uncle?

Rex :

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themistymountainscold · 1 year

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obi-wan: i have an idea.

cody: does it involve breaking the law?

obi-wan: by now don’t you think that’s a given?

cody: i was just trying to be optimistic.

obi-wan: don’t bother.

#obi-wan: the master of commiting war crimes #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #codywan #obi-wan kenobi #cody #commander cody #gay #obi-wan x cody #cody x obi-wan #incorrect quotes

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inkformyblood · 4 months

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stay the night (and the morning after) CWFKB #5

Morning Breath Kiss fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo Canon Era, Morning after but mild.

There is no slow awakening for Cody; only a sudden and immediate wakefulness that descends on him, seemingly out of nowhere. He stares up at the blank bunk above him, tracing the sharp lines of rapid assembly that no amount of filler or sanding seemed to be able to hide, and feels the rumble of the ship’s engines somewhere in the soles of his feet and a patch just beneath his ribs. This is a better mattress than he’s used to, the engines generally shake enough to rattle his teeth loose this early in the morning and he had become accustomed to simply rolling over and ignoring them. Next to him, someone shifts, a warm hand splayed over the bare expanse of Cody’s belly, a puff of warm air impacting his shoulder before they settle once more.

Without moving, Cody drags his gaze sideways, straining against the confines of his peripheral vision as he makes out a mess of red hair — his heart picking up in tempo, a rush that near enough sends his head spinning in protest — and a sweep of dark lashes that cast shadows over Obi-Wan’s cheeks even in the dim light. Okay. So, that wasn’t entirely a dream.

The headache should have clued him in sooner, an oversight he wouldn’t be making again in a hurry regardless of how much the Engineering Department swore up and down that they’d worked out all of the kinks in their most recent attempt at a still. It had been an impressive feat of mechanics and sheer audacity, all gleaming chrome pipes stolen from a passing merchant ship that had been mostly gold plate and wouldn’t miss them and a better maintained cleaning cycle than the rest of the ship that kept them that way. Cody prods his lower lip with his tongue, trying to remember anything past the second drink that had tasted vaguely sweet and had a kick like a bantha to go with it.

There’d been a proposition, eagerly given and accepted, that much he’s sure of, but he couldn’t remember if he had asked or if Obi-Wan had. The little details slip through his fingers, additional ammo for the pounding headache brewing just behind his eyes. His mouth tastes stale and it’s that that drives him up from the bed, wriggling out from Obi-Wan’s hold and staggering into the fresher. Obi-Wan’s quarters are distinctly nicer than his own, a benefit Cody is going to luxuriate in for as long as it takes for the Jedi to wake up and the subsequent awkward conversation. Cody borrows Obi-Wan’s toothbrush, spitting into the sink and keeping one hand on the faucet as he brushes. In the mirror, his eyes are bloodshot, his pupils blown wide and dark, and, rises onto his toes, tipping his head to one side, there’s a bite on his neck, sore only now that he’s noticed it. It throbs in dull counterpoint to his headache, and Cody leans forwards, dragging his lip to one side, the toothbrush held between his teeth.

He can’t remember kissing Obi-Wan.

He’ll have to rectify that before he leaves. Cody scrubs a hand over his curls and spits once more into the sink, rinsing and dropping the brush back into the small holder. It’s still early, early enough that he could climb back into bed and try and grab a couple more hours of sleep before the inevitable happens.

Obi-Wan had rolled over while Cody had been in the fresher, the blanket tangled around his thighs, a section pulled up against his chest. As Cody steps closer, Obi-Wan shifts, reaching his free arm over his head to tap against the pillow, indenting the surface. Cody pauses, chewing on his lip, before he continues, crawling back into bed behind Obi-Wan. He presses his head against the pillow and Obi-Wan’s fingers brush against his nose once, twice. Another sigh floods through him, the muscles in his thighs pressed against the side of Cody’s leg flexing and then relaxing completely. “Where did you go?”

Oh. Oh? Cody blinks up at the underside of the bunk. “Fresher,” he answers, keeping his voice low. It’s still early after all, there’s no reason to disrupt everything and throw out this moment of peace for the sake of a conversation woven with a confession. It can wait. “Go back to sleep.”

“Are you going to stay?” Obi-Wan wriggles around so he’s facing Cody, the blanket a lost cause around his legs. He grunts, reaching down to tug at the fabric but abandons the task after a moment, pressing himself closer to Cody’s side. He rests his head on Cody’s chest, his breathing deep and slow.

“If you’d like me to.”

Obi-Wan nods, pressing himself impossibly closer. He drapes his arm across Cody’s chest, dragging his fingertips over the curve of his collarbone, back and forth, back and forth. It tickles, the touch delicate enough to barely register and Cody twitches his way through a laugh, forcing his breathing to even back out. They are both quiet and every blink grows longer, sleep descending over Cody as quickly as waking had. Obi-Wan shifts next to him, bracing his hand against the pillow beneath Cody’s head to push himself up.

“Can I kiss you?”

Cody opens his eyes. Obi-Wan smiles gently up at him, his eyes still half-lidded in the gloom. “It’s fine if you say no. I think I still smell like last night and—”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Obi-Wan blinks, rising up slightly on his hand. The curve of his shoulder reminds Cody of a hunter, something prowling through the undergrowth and utterly focused on its target, even as he prods his lower lip with his tongue. Something utterly starving.

“Yes.”

Obi-Wan surges forward and Cody catches him, kissing him with equal intensity and it isn’t perfect, their teeth knocking together, the leftover taste of sour alcohol mixing with the sharp toothpaste, but it’s right.

Blue crosses for posted, orange dots for completed fills. I'm currently posting in written order but feel free to send me a message/request in the tags for a specific fill to be posted sooner <3

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #cwfkb2023 #cwfkb #codywan first kiss bingo 2023 #codywan first kiss bingo #my writing #cody x obi-wan

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nottonyharrison · 1 year

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This month's poll winner was Codywan + post-coital snuggles

Uncensored version on Patreon

#codywan #cody x obi-wan #star wars #clone wars #my art #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody

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fandom-friday · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/brainrotrants/738619055735537664/the-commander-swap-chapter-1-brainrotstories

i don’t read bodyswap fics often (actually i can’t remember if i ever have 💀) but i love this one where cody and fox wake up in each other’s places and it’s exactly as punchy and crunchy as you’d imagine

i had multiple “oh shit” moments just from the dialogue alone and little hints and nods *cough cough* “his side wasn’t warm”

it’s got codywan and protective thorn and i’m so excited to see where it goes 💛💛

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT SO. I saw the tags and was like "oh, this is gonna be HILARIOUS," in my head, thinking "Fox is gonna give Cody SO MUCH SHIT". SHENANIGANS MAY BE HAD.

BUT THEN. BUT THEN. The ANGST. Fox's guilt. Thorn being protective. MY FEELS. I'm right there with you in that I don't normally read body swap fics, but boy howdy @brainrotrants punched me in the throat with this one (in a good way). Thanks for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #commander cody #commander fox #obi-wan kenobi #commander thorn #cody x obi-wan #codywan #angst

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juniperika · 3 months

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You and I bathed in eternal summer's glow (15889 words) by KindOfASorcerer Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CT-7567 | Rex, Anakin Skywalker, Dexter Jettster, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Miscommunication, I agree with the popular notion that Anakin needed therapy, the Jedi interpret attachments rather liberally, POV Alternating, Past Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, because Obi-Wan is a bi icon, new version of sabacc just dropped, this is the most uneventful fic ever but pls consider that there's a war on, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Hopeful Ending Summary:

“Let me summarise this, Commander,” Obi-Wan said slowly, feeling like he was still missing a piece of the puzzle. “Are you seriously asking me whether I told Anakin that the both of us were romantically involved?” “That is exactly what I’m asking, sir.”

or, Obi-Wan's attempt to lecture Anakin backfires in unexpected ways.

I'm like one of those annoying mums, but I can't believe it's been 6 months since I've posted this, so yeah, I'm sharing this again

#codywan #self rec #fic rec #Cody x Obi-Wan #the clone wars fanfiction

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ficfinder-general · 7 months

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I've read a fic that kind of shattered my little heart (10000% my fault).

Does anyone have any codywan recommendations? Something feel-good/wholesome/funny, preferably no more than 20k words?

#codywan #pretty please #fic rec request #fluff #fanfiction #Cody x Obi-Wan

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merlyn-bane · 9 months

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SubCody Week Day Six

Cody/Obi-Wan/Kit Fisto. Prompts for DP, Subspace, and "Say it. Tell me what you want, Cody."

@subcodyweek

Expanding Horizons (6094 words) by MerlynBane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Kit Fisto, Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1004 | Gree, CC-2224 | Cody & ARC Commander Colt, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-10/994 Gray Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto, CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-1010 | Fox, CC-1004 | Gree, ARC Commander Colt (Star Wars), CC-10/994 | Grey Additional Tags: Bottom CC-2224 | Cody, Submissive CC-2224 | Cody, Top Kit Fisto, Dominant Kit Fisto, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, He's Vers Okay, Threesome - M/M/M, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Subspace, Speculative Nautolan Biology, Nautolan Biology (Star Wars), Sexual Experimentation, Spice (Star Wars), Recreational Drug Use, just a tiny bit though, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Aromantic Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asexual Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Little Shit, CC-2224 | Cody is a Little Shit, Kit Fisto is a little shit, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Queer platonic relationships, Queer Platonic Codywan, kind of, sibling shenanigans, Brotherly Bullshit, Subcody week, SubCody Week 2023, Marshall Commander Cody's Slut Era Series: Part 5 of They Told Me I Couldn't Bag A Jedi (And I Took That Personally) Summary: That just makes the insufferable man giggle harder, taking several minutes until he’s regained enough composure to actually respond. “So who do you think you’ll be pursuing next, my dear Commander?” Cody scoffs at the question but finds himself seriously considering his answer anyway. He hasn’t actually thought about it with any sort of intentionality before now—Kenobi and Vos had been spontaneous, and Luminara had come to him. Even Windu was mostly a case of things just sort of happening to work out the way they did. “I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve already been with baseline human males and females. I think I’d like to try something else—maybe some non-standard dick?” Obi-Wan is suddenly grinning wickedly at him, and Cody can’t help but eye the other man warily. “What?” “Fear not, dear, I think I may have just the being in mind.” Obi-Wan’s still grinning as he reaches over to pat Cody’s pec twice and then he’s rolling out of bed, ducking down to collect his threadbare lounge pants off the floor, and Cody narrows his eyes at him suspiciously as he ties them around his waist. “On one condition, though, I’m afraid. I’d very much like to play, too.” or Cody's Slut Era™ Is Equal Opportunity

#subcody week #subcodyweek 2023 #subcodyweek #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #kit fisto #codywan #commander cody x obi-wan kenobi #cody x obi-wan #obi-wan x kit #obi-wan kenobi x kit fisto #cody x kit #commander cody x kit fisto #cody x obi-wan x kit #commander cody x obi-wan kenobi x kit fisto #look i know it's late #honestly im just glad i managed to finish this thing at all

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mattzerella-sticks · 1 year

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fated. (ao3 link)

While milling about the halls of Kamino's military complex, Kote had overheard a transmission his Prime had taken that would take him off-planet and into the heart of the Republic on Coruscant. The Republic, the very organization Kote and his brothers had been created to protect but hadn't had the chance, yet, because no one had come for them. The Kaminoans promised them that it would be soon, but every year that passed he and his brothers lost more and more faith their time would come.

Kote decided that he was tired of waiting.

He took initiative, like he'd been trained to, and snuck aboard Prime's ship so he could demand an audience with the Republic and tell them of the army they had waiting for them back on Kamino.

Of course, there are problems with executing his plan.

It rained extraordinarily less here than it did on Kamino. Kote schooled his features to keep the wonderment off his face lest he drew any unwanted attention to himself, but he couldn’t keep his gaze from flicking upwards every couple of clicks with the expectation that he’d spy storm clouds brewing overhead signaling an end to Coruscant’s dry weather. He was proven wrong with every glance. Kote was happy being wrong if it meant he could enjoy the outdoors even longer.

He continued wandering the crowded streets as he searched for any indication he was heading in the right direction. Kote was unfamiliar with the city’s layout and hadn’t asked for directions from any of the civilians he passed. His plans would be for naught if he was recognized by simply asking the wrong person where to go. Instead he relied on his instincts to guide him where he needed to be. They had gotten him this far, aiding him as he snuck off his home planet, maintaining cover throughout his entire voyage as a stowaway and, most recently, escaping the ship he'd been on without discovery. Kote wasn’t one who normally put his faith in such unpredictable things. Yet he hadn’t been shown his faith was misplaced. Hopefully, it never was.

Kote came upon an intersection with the intention of turning right. However, at the last second, he decided to pause before he hit the corner. His instincts had flared warningly and told him to do so. He scanned his surroundings, searching for the reason why he stopped.

Suddenly a pod of young cadets raced by where he would have been standing. They were playing, chasing after the lead boy who held a miniature spacecraft in his hand that he piloted terribly. Kote drew his cloak tighter around himself as a few of them rushed past closer than he liked. It was better than being trampled. The cadets hurried along, crossing the street and disappearing into the mingling crowd one after the other until the slowest of them jumped between a couple of Twi’leks and an Ithorian and vanished. As they did, so did the alarm in Kote’s head.

He still hadn’t moved.

Kote stared at where the cadets were and was caught in a nostalgia trap, remembering when he had been at a similar age. He and his batchmates liked to pretend they were flying in outer space, too. Except they never had any miniatures like them. Kote, his batchmates, and all his brothers within the compound ran flight simulations based around archival data from old skirmishes in preparation for their duties as soldiers. Immature handling of a craft like he’d seen from that batch’s leader would have gotten him a fierce reprimand from his trainers and the Kaminoans or, if it had been on an actual battlefield, killed. Kote doubted any of those cadets were aware of this fact as he was.

Unlike him, those cadets were not raised to know. They shouldn’t have to, either.

He shook himself free of the past with that last thought. Kote could not let himself be distracted now that he had already come so far. He was a man with a mission. And, like he’d been taught, he swallowed down the tempting bitterness that cloyed in the back of his throat and marched forward with renewed determination.

Republic business waited for no man, especially if that man was a clone.

Kote weaved an uncertain path through the streets of Coruscant. Though he walked blindly, a strong warmth had settled deep within his chest that inspired an odd sense of confidence within him. A voice, somewhat reminiscent of his Prime, whispered in his ear. Kote was nearly convinced it was his Prime save for the manner in which the voice spoke. While it had Prime’s timbre and pitch, the cadence was completely off. The voice sounded too dull to be Prime’s, who was known for his sharp and caustic tongue. When the voice said, ‘you are almost there’ the sentence didn’t cut. Its words wrapped around his spirit and sent a dizzying thrill across his body. It was then Kote realized he wasn’t hearing those words. They had come from some place deep inside him.

Kote ground his teeth around a curse. A few days without his batch and he was already starting to go mad, hearing voices…

He slowed regardless of how the voice urged him further onwards. ‘A few more steps’. Kote spun in a mad circle, catching his breath as he surveyed the area. It didn’t look like an area suitable for politics.

The massive crowds had thinned to a few stragglers who didn’t hide their suspicions about him. They were dispersed amongst the buildings in sparse clusters and had a more noticeably rougher edge to them. The buildings, too, seemed less shiny than what he had seen previously. It was dark on the other side of their transparisteel, enough that he could see his reflection clearly if there wasn’t a glowing neon tumor fixed somewhere above.

He didn’t linger on his face. Vanity wasn’t encouraged where he’d been raised.

His eyes were on all the others’ reflections. Part of his covert operations training involved watching without being caught. This way, if he noticed an unfriendly face sneaking his way, he could strike first. The element of surprise was necessary since he hadn’t any weapons on him. His armor was supposed to withstand a lot of fire and blows, but there was no practical data to back these claims. It hadn’t been tested in actual combat. He didn’t plan on acquiring that information first-hand.

Kote pulled the hood of his cloak lower over his head and marched at a slower pace than he had before.

He took great pains to ignore the voice he’d been hearing as it wasn’t making any sense. Every attempt at silencing it made the voice louder. Every shove against it was met with an equal response that made him wince in the aftermath. Kote broke from his surveillance to wipe at his eyes with a tired fist as the latest battle with the voice was like trying to move a freighter-class ship using only his forehead. Because he wasn’t looking where he’d step, Kote’s foot landed on a foreign object that almost made him lose his balance.

The voice cried out again. Kote was doubly sure it couldn’t be his Prime since he doubted Prime would ever sound so melodic.

Luckily, loud as it had been, the voice didn’t utter another note after its short song.

Kote sighed in relief. His pain began to ebb away since the voice wasn’t taking up all the space in his mind. He blinked back into awareness soon enough. Kote stepped off of the foreign object once he had his bearings and peered down at it. Its cylindrical shape was familiar to him. He crouched for a better look, scooping the object up into his hand to study it from all angles. It was as he recognized the shape to be of a hilt that Kote identified the object in his hands.

It was a lightsaber.

Like with most things, Kote never had the experience of seeing a lightsaber with his own eyes. He knew the basics of it. Battle strategies involving lightsabers were downloaded into his head, both for fighting with and against. The Kaminoans even taught him about those who could wield lightsabers.

The files on them weren’t as robust as he would have liked, but there were a few important facts contained within.

Firstly, that they – or rather, one of their members – had commissioned the Kaminoans to build an army that led to Kote’s creation. Secondly, wherever there is a lightsaber, its wielder should not be far behind.

“Excuse me. I believe that what you’re holding there belongs to me.”

Kote knew that this new voice wasn’t imaginary like the last. He had never heard it, nor an accent like it. The notion that he enjoyed how this new voice spoke, how he wouldn’t mind hearing it speak more, crossed his mind and confused Kote greatly. It was the first time he’d ever found a voice to be pleasant and didn’t know what to do with this information.

“Sir?”

He was drawing too much attention to himself by not responding. Kote had to act quickly. His grip on the lightsaber tightened as he rose to full height. The voice had come from behind him, so he spun on his heel with trained precision and faced the lightsaber wielder.

None of his years on Kamino prepared him for this.

“Hello,” the wielder said, smiling at Kote as if he were another one of his brothers. Except Kote’s brothers’ smiles never inspired such strange and precise reactions within him. “It looks like you’ve found my lightsaber.”

“Hnn.”

Kote was trained for war in any terrain, but he was unable to handle the battlefield that used to be his body. His face warmed to a significant degree like he’d been in the midst of an intensive exercise. Kote’s chest stuttered as if it couldn’t remember how to breathe, and his heart had lost the careful pattern of its beat and couldn’t reclaim it. There was a desire to take this new man in his hands, like he had done with the lightsaber, and observe him every which way until Kote knew him as if it were his own. Already Kote catalogued the waviness his gingery hair and beard, the softness of blue gaze, the slim build hidden beneath flimsy armor, and, as he already mentioned, the man’s amazing smile.

Kote had been warned that those who wielded lightsabers were capable of other tricks that could confound their enemies. Was this one of them?

No. For some reason, Kote didn’t believe it was. Though it meant his inner turmoil went unexplained.

He would have to leave it that way, as his silence went on for far too long. The other man’s smile started to dim. Kote hated that he was the cause of it.

“Here,” he said. His hand shot forward rigidly as he presented the lightsaber to its wielder. “Take it.”

“…Thank you.”

The lightsaber wielder reaches out hesitantly for his weapon, his stare unblinkingly turned onto Kote as he moved. Their fingers brushed during the exchange, and it required every ounce of willpower Kote had to not cling to the lightsaber because he’d been touched by someone who wasn’t his brother. He thought to himself that he was acting like a fool. Kote was wearing gloves. Their skin hadn’t made contact. Why would he think this simple act was that important? Why did he believe, had he not been wearing gloves, it would have been worse?

Kote’s empty hand hung in the air between them as the lightsaber wielder clipped his weapon onto his belt. Belatedly, Kote realized how useless his hand was just floating there. He dropped it back to his side.

“You know, I can’t begin to tell you the number of times I’ve dropped this…”

It was an unnecessary comment to make. For some reason, the lightsaber wielder thought to continue their conversation far past its logical conclusion.

Kote blinked at him as he struggled to respond. Improvisation wasn’t his strongest suit. “You should be more careful then,” he told the other man. “A weapon like that could easily wind up in some enemy combatant’s hands at some point, statistically speaking. And without your only means of offense and defense, you’d be dead.”

He observed how the lightsaber wielder’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch in a manner that sent ripples across his placid expression. Kote gathered that he might have been too blunt, critiquing how he managed his weapons despite never holding a lightsaber before today. Usually that had never bothered Kote back on Kamino. In this instance, Kote wished he could strike what he had said from the record. Or for the ground to open beneath his feet and swallow him whole. Whichever was the most plausible, and fastest.

“Right.” The lightsaber wielder was too kind as he still entertained Kote after his verbal gaffe. He arched his brow and stroked his beard. His smile had returned. “Well, maybe if I’m lucky the only hands my lightsaber will end up in other than mind own is yours.” Those words caused the wielder to react in a certain manner as well, tripping over himself in apology. “Or rather,” he amended, “hands that are like yours.”

Kote relaxed. It seemed like the wielder was aware of his brothers, then, and what they had been made to do. Which made it easier for Kote to ask him, “If you don’t mind, I could use your help.”

“Of course.” He was glad to move past their bout of awkwardness much like Kote was. “What do you need?”

He allowed a tiny smile to crack his regimented expression. “I’ve been trying to find my way to the Republic’s Main Building, and I believe I might be lost.”

The wielder’s gaze travelled from left to right as he leaned closer, conspiratorially. “You are correct. We are far from where the Senate conducts their business.”

But why were his instincts ordering him here? That was a question for a different day. Kote stayed on task, “Do you happen to know how I can get there?”

“I do.”

Kote listened intently as the lightsaber wielder provided detailed directions on how he could reach the Galactic Senate from where he was. He also offered up ancillary information like its hours of operation, whose office he could petition for an audience, lodgings near the Senate for him to stay in and – once Kote mentioned how he hadn’t a single credit to his name – the location of his base that always had bunks at the ready for those in need.

The wielder had been explaining the distance between his base and the Senate, using a holographic map of Coruscant as an aid, when they were interrupted by an incoming transmission.

His map disappeared and was replaced with a tinier man in similar uniform as the wielder. He was noticeably sterner than his contemporary but, if Kote were to guess, he was the younger of the two.

“Master,” the younger man said, “where are you? I believe I’ve tracked the assassin heading back towards Senator Amidala’s apartment.”

“I was a little sidetracked reclaiming my lost lightsaber, Anakin,” he said. “I’ll reconvene with you at the apartment. May the Force be with you.”

“And with you, Master.” The transmission had ended there.

Kote stared at the other man in concern as he weighed what the younger wielder had said in his mind. “You’re in the midst of an operation,” he said, “yet you’re helping me out? Why?”

The lightsaber wielder chuckled and laid a supportive hand against his shoulder. They were separated by his cloak, pauldron, and the thick, black bodysuit he wore under his armor. Kote was keenly interested in how delicately the wielder’s fingers curled and the heat it inspired beneath his skin. “I couldn’t very well have continued my duties without my lightsaber,” he told Kote, “It’s only right that I help you after you’ve helped me.”

“Oh…”

Kote catalogued his delight at hearing the wielder admit how helpful he was to him. It was what he had been made for. He was thrilled to have served well, even if it had been as small a task as weapon retrieval. Kote had to start somewhere. However, besides that, there was another emotion Kote couldn’t name that existed along the boundaries of his earlier delight. It was similar to it though wholly different. The closest Kote came to understanding it was the fact that its happiness wasn’t born out of an accomplished mission but rather because the lightsaber wielder had recognized his usefulness.

He liked it a lot.

“I’m glad to have been of service.” Then, as the lightsaber wielder began to turn away from him, he hurriedly called out after him. “I’m… Kote.”

The lightsaber wielder glanced back at him, smiling. He waved as he continued striding off towards his next destination. “And I am Obi-Wan Kenobi!” he replied, “It was a pleasure to meet you Cody! May the Force have our paths cross again.”

“It’s Kote, actually…” Obi-Wan had fled by then, and his name was swallowed up by the silence.

Cody wasn’t much different from the name he had chosen for himself. “Cody…” It didn’t sound sweet like Obi-Wan said it, but Kote thought it nice all the same. He wouldn’t object to being called it, especially if it were Obi-Wan doing so.

Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan.

The lightsaber wielder had taken too much of his time, and his focus. Kote had his mission, and much like Obi-Wan’s, it demanded his attention. He couldn’t be distracted, now that he was so close.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Kote heard Prime’s voice again. Only it hadn’t been soft and blunt like it was earlier, nor did it come from within. It had been spat out by the source and stabbed into Kote’s chest.

He staggered and slumped over sideways as his Prime loomed over him, decked menacingly in his full besk’ar. “No,” he gasped, “I… how did you…”

“You are one bad clone.”

Kote’s last thought wasn’t of Obi-Wan. It was of the boot crashing into his face and knocking him unconscious.

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Karrde's Fandom Friday Rec #3 (12/23/22)

Next up, I have to shout out this Codywan art by @wi1dspace. Forehead kisses make me feral and this piece is so beautiful, I just want to go stand in the street and scream about it. They're so tired and worn down, but it's such a soft moment of comfort that they both deserve, and I LOVE THAT FOR THEM. Finn's style is gorgeous, and I love the lighting that they chose, as if Obi-Wan and Cody are sitting by a fire on a long campaign. IT'S PERFECT AND I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE I FIRST SAW IT. LET THEM BOTH HAVE ALL OF THE FOREHEAD KISSES AND SOFT MOMENTS.

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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alamogirl80 · 26 days

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If somehow… Cody found Obi-Wan after he escaped the Empire set during The Bad Batch:

Obi-Wan recognized the sunburst paint before the trooper dropped his blaster, wrong color though it was. Obi-Wan couldn’t let go of his own blaster — too many memories of canon fire, blasters and falling, falling falling

Then Cody is right there, grabbing his wrist, pulling him in. And sure, Obi-Wan could push back, use the Force, escape… but distraught brown eyes have him pinned.

“Obi-Wan.” Shaky, broken voice he knows so well. “It’s me. It’s Cody. Please…”

And thus, Obi-Wan is lost… a trembling shell of the man he once was. Unable and unwilling to fight back.

He’s Cody’s now. Always was.

A breath. Then another. And… “Cody?”

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ninjadeathblade · 8 months

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Obi-Wan in The Phantom Menace: Serious padawan, in love with Jedi code, no other romance for him, super cautious

Obi-Wan in the rest of the prequels: Thirty and flirty, you only live once, gets shipped with everyone