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translucent-sun · 1 year

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Cody was watching Obi-Wan from across the hallway when he heard a familiar voice behind him, almost startling him to death.

“What´re you looking at?” Rex asked, watching over his shoulder.

Cody was trying to stop his heart from racing. “Nothing,” he feigned confusion.

Rex gave him a look that told him he called bullshit, positioning his own head in his line of view, attempting to see what Cody saw moments earlier. “…Ah,” was all he said when he spotted Obi-Wan, deep in conversation with another Jedi.

“What?” asked Cody, now annoyed.

Rex chuckled, patting Cody´s shoulder, their colliding pieces of armor producing a metallic clank. “Nothing.”

An hour later, everyone had gathered in the temple´s hangar. They´d been called together to get assigned to each other, commanders and captains to their generals. To their Jedi. The process hadn´t started yet. Half the Jedi weren´t even present yet, so the air was filled with chatter.

“You know he watches you too, right? Every time you´re not looking.” Rex said, not looking at Cody. Instead, Cody saw, he was watching Obi-Wan across the hangar, who was once again talking to a young Jedi.

God, that boy can´t be older than twenty, he thought, and they´re sending him to war.

“Who is?” Cody asked, unwilling to admit he knew exactly who he´s talking about – unwilling to admit that he´s looking at him.

“The one with the… hair,” Rex said, gesturing towards his own neck.

There was still loud chattering among those present – talks that started in speaking volume, voices raised as the groups grew, each trying to drown out the others to be heard.

“Stand fast,” came a shout, directed at the Clones. “Alright everyone, silence please!” Mace Windu was making himself heard across the spacious hall.

The Clones went into their assigned positions, standing at attention.

When he was sure he had everyone´s attentiveness, he continued. “After careful consideration, Master Yoda and I have concluded who we think would work best with each unit. We will assign you to each other now. Get to know each other, learn to trust each other – You will be fighting a war together.” When no one voiced any objection, he went on.

“Master Unduly, you´ll take the 41st Elite Corps under Commander Gree; Anakin Skywalker. To the 501st Legion under Captain Rex; Master Secura, the 327th Star Corps under Commander Bly.”

Everyone called upon started joining their assigned Generals and Commanders. The list went on for a while before Obi-Wan heard his own name being called.

“Master Kenobi, 212th Attack Battalion under Commander Cody.”

Cody´s head shot around to where Master Windu was speaking, seeing Obi-Wan approaching from the corner of his eye. He was striding towards him, smiling confidently, his hands clasped behind his lower back.

“Sir,” Cody exclaimed, standing at attention, unmoving, his palms pressed flat against the outside of his thighs.

Master Windu still spoke, now nothing more than a muffled background noise in Cody´s ears, drowned out by the beat of his own heart.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Rest.” He reached out a hand, and Cody reluctantly took it. Immediately, Obi-Wan´s other hand came up to cup Cody´s, giving it a friendly squeeze. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I suppose we´ll be spending a lot of time together from now on,” Obi-Wan said, a beaming smile lighting up his whole face.

“CC-2224, Sir, nickname´s Cody.” He didn´t know why he was nervous.

“Cody. Suits you,” Obi-Wan remarked with a grin.

#my writing #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #this sucks ass and i know it #it was one of the first bits of the story i wrote and going back to anything pre order 66 makes me cringe so hard

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eloquent-apollo · 4 months

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hey its wip Wednesday!!! This time I am not posting at midnight so enjoy (:< Its a codywan fic that I am hopefully uploading tonight.

This scene is after Obi-Wan got shot and his lung collapsed dont worry he'll be fiiiineee (hopefully)

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #boil #star wars #clone wars #wip wednesday #mouse my oc my beloved #fun fact this scene got approval from my ex gf who is pre med!!!#she said it was and I quote pretty good

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merlyn-bane · 7 months

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WIP Tuesday?

I called out of work today on account of feeling like I got hit by a truck (my current working theory is some unholy combination of chronic pain and fatigue flaring up and allergies from the temperature drop), so have a little surprise Foelu snippet.

Brothers suck 😂

Rex just shrugs as he settles into his own stance across from him. “I’ve made my peace with it, Codes. And I’m not the one that’s going to have to pretend to be in a relationship with him. You’re going to have to be openly affectionate with him, Cody—no, scratch that, he’s going to have to be openly affectionate with you.” Cody throws the first swing, because Rex deserves it. Cody has trained him too well, however, and the little shit just bounces out of the way and attempts to return it with a blow to the solar plexus that Cody deflects before they both fall back. “He’s a Jedi, Rex,” he grumbles finally. “No-one’s going to be expecting him to be that openly affectionate.” Rex gives him a flat look even 17 would be proud of. “Codes, I just watched you stop breathing because he smiled at you.” Cody tackles his brother. Rex does not evade him this time.

#wip #my wip #writing #writing updates #foelu #commander cody #captain rex #codywan #well #pre and sort of implied

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wanderingjedihistorian · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: 212th Attack Battalion & CC-2224 | Cody, 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) & Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Bones (OC Clone Medic), Obi-Wan Kenobi, 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- Dragons, The clones are dragon shape shifters, Pre-CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, fears, Getting to Know Each Other, Both professionally and personally, Cody is A Proud Commander, Competent CC-2224 Cody, Cody Day 2224 Series: Part 9 of Here There Be Dragons, Part 3 of Cody Day Bingo Summary: Cody took the time to talk to each officer in the 212th after they were assigned, and he noted the faint wonder in most of their faces at the fact that he was making it such a priority. If his inner dragon instincts said that all of them were his and he would defend them with everything he had, well. That was no one else’s business.

For @codyday2224 and Coday Bingo prompt 212th!

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #dragon clones au #cody day 2224 #pre-codywan

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ihathbenobiwankenobied · 1 year

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all things cyclical

Summary:

Obi-Wan Kenobi spends his life dealing with visions that he never remembers. Or he thinks he did. During the first months of the war, Obi-Wan is instead diagnosed with narcolepsy and his entire life changes.

Word Count: 2,709

Chapter: 1/10

Obi-Wan shook the bottle again, starting at the single remaining pill sealed behind the orange plastoid. It had been days since he had taken one, saving the last remaining capsule for when he really needed it.

Blast– he had meant to get a new prescription the last time he was on Coruscant. Sure, Vokara Che would happily send them out to the Negotiator, but Obi-Wan hated to put her out like that, not when he could easily retrieve them himself. Nevermind the fact that to ship the pills to the Negotiator would take weeks, at best.

Problem was, Coruscant was out of his way, and would be for some time. So what was the point anyway?

There was only one pill left.

Which meant…

Obi-Wan sighed, letting the list of symptoms and obstacles and embarrassments come back to him. The time before the pills had been unpleasant, if only for the times he had to deliver a small white slip of papers to his teachers, only to see their displeasure at having to accommodate him.

“How can he be a Jedi if he can’t function in the classroom?” How many times had he heard those words whispered between his elders, the ones who were supposedly responsible to guide him in the ways of the Force and the ways to be a peacekeeper?

Somehow, despite him growing closer to middle age with each passing day, it still made his stomach twist with shame.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, noticing the way his skin was pale and cheeks had hollowed slightly since the war had begun. While they were only a few months in, he had already lost track of himself in the midst of it. Eating, sleeping, meditating. All of it had gone to the wayside, an afterthought to the ever-present need to be a General, and a leader.

His hand shook slightly, against his will, as he set the pill container back in the small cupboard.

What was a few weeks without them? Surely the medicine would continue to have an effect for a few days after he stopped taking them. That’s what Obi-Wan hoped as he slipped on his tunic, and brushed his growing hair back neatly. He had no choice but to be fine, at least until there was a momentary break in the War long enough for him to return to Coruscant.

With that, he left his quarters, lightsaber at his hip, and a prayer to the Force left in his wake.

“What we’re looking at here is the potential for an incursion–” The words felt like bricks stacking in his mind, filling his thoughts but meaning nothing. Not when he felt so…

Tired. Obi-Wan was tired– exhausted to the point of confusion, apparently. Every word spoken by Mace was a burden to interpret, fading into useless syllables inside the cotton-lined outline of his head.

Focus, he commanded himself. But it was a lost cause when he felt like this, like he could sleep for a hundred hours standing up.

“What are your thoughts, Kenobi?” There was Mace’s voice again, as unwelcome as it was to Obi-Wan’s current state, there was no avoiding it. This time it wanted him.

Come on, Obi-Wan, pull yourself together. You can sleep in just a few minutes.

Obi-Wan looked up to first find Mace’s imploring face, as serious as always. His gaze then drifted to Cody, who stood diligently off to the side of Mace, seemingly composed in his posture. Upon a closer look, he appeared to be concerned. He was always so hardened and solemn, but never like this. Obi-Wan had never seen his eyes so soft, and his lips downturned into something like a sincere frown.

“Oh–” Obi-Wan’s voice started before his mind could prepare. How was he to finish the sentence now?

Think. Think. Think.

But thinking wouldn’t exactly fix the situation, no amount of it would replace his pills he’d now not taken since three days ago. The pills that kept him sane, alert, and most importantly, upright.

“Uh– Sir? Everything alright?” Obi-Wan went to look at Cody, but everything was dark– he had just noticed; his eyes must have closed. Not good. Bad, actually.

Then he was falling, air cascading around him as he drifted downward, movement unbearably slow before his knees crashed into the metal floor hard. Pain exploded through his knees, but there was nothing he could do to resolve it. No one part of his body cooperated with his orders to stay standing.

For a moment, things were dark, and the noise around him cut out for half a second.

Then just as suddenly, his eyes were open, and the pain in his knees had faded into something like a dull throb. The conglomerate of voices around him broke apart into separate distinguishable tones.

“For fuck’s sake– someone get Skull on the line. Now!”

Obi-Wan wanted to tell them no, tell them to leave the medic alone, but the words didn’t come to him in time.

While Obi-Wan would have expected Mace to be the one crouched down in front of him– he was aware of Obi-Wan’s condition after all– but instead, Cody’s face hovered in his field of vision, expression on his face no different than it had been minutes earlier.

“Sir! Is everything alright? What happened?” He was frantic, words breathless and the wrinkles across his forehead so distinct.

“I’m al– I am alright.” He said, words almost catching in his throat. Obi-Wan worked up a smile that probably fell flat, but it was the best he could muster.

Without hesitation, he crawled to his feet, already annoyed with the ache in his knees. They were surely bruised, but significantly less painful than the prior injury he had sustained on Zigoola; no pain could live so freely in his mind like that pain.

“Banthashit– you just– you passed out.” Cody’s hand was on his arm, pulling him toward a chair that hadn’t been there before, forcing him to sit below the intrigued glances of the surrounding clones and Mace’s hardened gaze. Disappointment and intrigue mixed together, probably, but something Obi-Wan could only let bother him once he was finally back in his quarters when he had time to loathe himself.

“It wasn’t– I didn’t pass out, Cody.” Obi-Wan answered, trying to catch his gaze. He felt it was true– it wasn’t more than a second he had been unconscious, and that was barely enough to qualify as fainting.

Cody looked at him, unmoving. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but hedged his bets on his Commander being offended. Perhaps even angry. Cody crouched to his level.

“Then what in the hells just happened?” Cody asked in a harsh whisper. Sobriety swept across his face, highlighting the concerned indents that formed around his mouth.

Obi-Wan hated it, the distress. Of all people, he did not want Cody to worry.

“It’s– not quite so easy to explain. I don’t fully know myself.” He let the words hang in the air, not bothering to launch into an explanation detailing his numerous mostly unexplained sleep issues. His tumultuous relationship with sleep had been blamed on the Force for as many years as he could recall. Vokara Che had once thought them to be some type of undocumented vision, a type not even Obi-Wan could remember when he had regained his consciousness, but she had since changed her mind, still unsure of what to call Obi-Wan’s issues.

Frankly, Obi-Wan thought it was better that way– he had medication that worked more than half of the time, and the war wasn’t conducive to normal sleep patterns as it was. Not to mention, if he had no formal diagnosis, he could prevent the waves of pity his contemporaries would throw at him.

Force, he hated pity. It was condescending.

“You don’t know?” Cody asked, clearly unconvinced that Obi-Wan was telling the truth.

“Not– not precisely.” Obi-Wan answered, but didn’t want to continue, not now. He was already tried again, his limbs beginning to feel too heavy, like magnets pulling him toward the ground.

“Care to explain, Sir?” Cody’s question, however, became the least of Obi-Wan’s concern when a figure loomed over the Commander’s shoulder.

Skull. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not, but at the very least, Skull would keep Cody from berating him with more questions. Skull would ask them, but he never pried more than he needed to.

“Cody, he can answer that later. Everyone– get out, give the man some space to breathe.” The surrounding clones and thankfully, Windu, trailed out the room. While Cody hesitated, watching him for a moment, Skull nodded at him which sent him out of the room behind the others.

Stim’s comlink never stopped blinking at him, he would swear. Night and day alike, unless he turned it off, it kept going, incessantly informing him of all the pain and suffering that required his help.

Really, it was his fault; he had chosen to be a medic, and no one had manipulated him into it, but sometimes it weighed on him.

He sighed, staring at the blurry text comm before forcing his eyes to focus on the message.

General passed out. Left wing– briefing room.

Skull blinked at his screen. What the fuck?

He had only known the General for a few months, but it had been long enough to realize that the Jedi, or more likely this one specific Jedi, were absolute shit at taking care of themselves. General Kenobi had a particular tendency to ignore self-care, opting to burn himself out completely before he considered the positive effects of sleep or eating a nutritious meal.

Skull plucked a few small containers of fruit juice and a ration bar from his stash at he desk and sighed loudly enough for Oxy to hear him where the other medic stood searching through his own desk for something.

“What now?” Oxy asked, looking up.

“The General– again.” Because it had become something of a regularity for Skull to be called to the scene when Kenobi was involved.

“Are you surprised, Skully? What did he do to himself this time?” Oxy shook his head– like Skull, he had his own experience dealing with the General’s preventable health scares. Only a week earlier, Oxy had practically been in tears over a head wound that just wouldn’t stop bleeding. Come to find out, the General had been pulling at the stitches after he accidentally took an extra dose of painkillers.

Skull was starting to think Kenobi needed a minder.

“He fainted, Cody didn’t say anything about injuries. I’m thinking low blood sugar.” Skull shrugged and sighed as he started down the maze of hallways.

As he approached the door of the briefing room, he noted the crowd of clones and Jedi alike, all in circle around the General. Kenobi sat in a chair under Cody’s scrutiny, head tipped downward and hands just slightly trembling.

Almost unnoticed, Skull slipped between his brothers and approached Cody from behind. Getting closer to the General revealed his wide eyes and hunched shoulders. He looked– well, he looked bad. Drained.

Cody asked the General something, but it came out more like an accusation than anything, and Skull cleared his throat. The General didn’t need a flood of questions and room of prying eyes.

“Cody, he can answer that later. Everyone– get out, give the man some space to breathe.” Skull ordered. Everyone followed his order, save for Cody who spent an extra few seconds glancing at the General, something like worry hidden in his eyes. Skull knew that look– he had seen it too many times to count.

Once Cody had followed the others out of the room, Skull dropped his bag to the floor, already fishing out the ration bar and juice box he had packed away. “I was informed you passed out?” Skull said, waiting for the General to protest. He always did.

“Not– well, not exactly.” Kenobi was sheepish, cheeks slightly reddened. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, tugging at his sleeves with the tips of his fingers.

“Did you lose consciousness?” Skull asked, poking the top of the juice box with the straw.

“Erm– for only a second, I–” Kenobi’s protest was weaker than usual, masked by something like anxiety.

“You fainted then, Sir. Any dizziness? Chest pain?” He asked, knowing the answer would be no. It seemed cut-and-dry, it was almost certainly related to a lack of self-care. Too little sleep, not enough to eat, dehydration.

All three applied to the General at any given time.

“No.” Kenobi answered simply. His hand trembled as Skull placed the juice box in his fingers. Obi-Wan drank, albeit hesitantly, but Skull was happy to get a few calories in him.

“Have you been eating all three meals? Drinking enough water?” Kenobi grumbled as soon as Skull finished, confirming what the medic already knew.

“No– I suppose not. But I believe… those things are unrelated.”

That made Skull pause from where he had reached for his stethoscope. He turned around, eyes catching with the General’s blue ones. The man in question swallowed and looked away after a brief second.

“Unrelated?” Skull asked, not masking his irritation. “Is there something I’m missing here, Sir?”

Absolutely, there was absolutely something he was missing.

“It’s– it is possible this is related to the Force– a vision.” Kenobi seemed less confident than Skull had imagined, and the idea of the Force being related seemed like a stretch. Sure, Jedi were different from most other natborns, but they were not immune to normal dysfunctions of the body. The Force couldn’t be an excuse for all irregularities.

“...do you– are you having visions while unconscious?” Skull asked, wondering if his course he had taken on the Jedi had incorrectly identified what visions would look like. They had never been described as brief moments of lost consciousness.

“Not that I can remember. Vokara Che thinks it’s possible I just… forget them.” The General seemed too casual about this assumption, and frankly, about the whole kriffing situation.

“Have you passed out before while having one?” Kenobi’s statement had implied there had been many times before. This wasn’t an isolated incident.

Skull’s heart rate sped up against his will, skyrocketing with every second.

“A number of times– like I said, it could be visions.” Skull hardly wanted to believe it, honestly, didn’t believe it.

“Sir, if you can’t remember the visions, I’m hesitant to believe that’s what’s happening.” Skull said, hoping the General wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss him. “Here.” He handed Kenobi the ration bar, watching as the man took it, but kept it in his lap rather than eating it. “Eat.” He said, nodding. Kenobi did, after offering an unamused frown to Skull.

“What do you suggest might be the problem then, Skull?” Kenobi said after taking a tiny bite of the ration bar.

“I suggest you come by the medbay for an exam, and possibly some tests.” Skull answered. As much as Kenobi would hate the idea, it was the only way Skull would be able to accurately assess his symptoms.

“Oh– well, I’ll see if I can fit that in.” Skull didn’t believe that for one second. The General had evaded his initial medical assessment up until this point, always excusing himself from the appointments because he was needed elsewhere.

“Sir, it’s not– It’s not an option. I’ll ask Cody to schedule it, if that would be easier.” Skull watched Kenobi’s eyes grow wide and he shook his head. The General stood, cheeks dusted with pink, and pursed his lips.

“That will not be necessary– I will comm you.” Kenobi smiled with his mouth, but it didn’t quite make it to his eyes.

“Please do.” Skull said, then pressed a gentle hand on Kenobi’s shoulder. “If you feel like you’re going to pass out again, please comm me.”

With that, Kenobi brought himself swiftly out the door, leaving Skull with a growing amount of questions. If anything, Skull felt less comfortable than he did before he had come to help the General.

The unease prickled through his veins as he turned to make his way back to the medbay.

Now, to research.

#I humbly deliver to you the first chapter of my narcoleptic Obi-Wan fic #and yes it includes 212th clone medic skull #and yes it includes codywan (pre relationship for now)#hurt/comfort #hurt obi wan kenobi #hurt obi wan #whump #codywan #fanfiction #fanfic #212th clone medic skull found out about codywan

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hawkeykirsah · 2 years

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Codywanbingo Fill 1

So, it’s been months since I got my alternative professions bingo card for the @codywanbingo but I finally got hit with inspiration (thank you, @glimmerglanger!) for the first prompt fill today. Enjoy this Modern AU with Obi-Wan meeting his niblings’ kindergarten teacher for the first time!

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody Prompt: Teacher Words: ~750 Rating: G

Ficlet and card under the cut!

Obi-Wan pulled into the school parking lot and cast a quick glance at his watch. He had made it just in time to pick up his brother’s kids.

Letting out a slow breath, he pulled the key out of the ignition and got out of the car, making his way over to the side entrance leading to the kindergarten after checking his trunk to make sure he had car seats along for the twins. He did, luckily. He wasn’t sure what he would have done otherwise.

As soon as he opened the door to the building a cacophony of noise crashed over him.

He passed through the din of high-pitched kids’ voices excitedly showing their parents or grandparents or other legal guardians their creations of the day and the sound of rubber boots thudding down the hallway to a classroom further down. Padmé had been so kind to tell him both the name of the twins’ teacher and the room they were in.

The door was open.

“Oh no!” a voice with an Aussie or Kiwi accent, Obi-Wan wasn’t quite sure which, called out theatrically from the inside, “I have been overwhelmed! The minions of evil are too powerful!” Squeals and delighted laughter followed as the man groaned and fell silent.

Obi-Wan peered inside, intrigued. Some children stood in a circle around a lump of bodies in their midst. The teacher, Obi-Wan presumed, at the bottom and five children, his niece and nephew among them, trying to pin him to the ground.

“Mister Fett! Mister Fett! You can beat them!” a black girl called, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “You’re stronger than them! You just gotta get up!”

“You think so?” came a muffled voice from the floor.

“YES!” shouted the kids in the circle.

Smiling, Obi-Wan watched transfixed as the conglomerate rose off the floor until finally the man stood, three children clinging to his arms, and one to each leg. His smile froze as his eyes took in the orange henley pulled taut by broad shoulders and let his gaze trail slowly downward. He swallowed.

The man—Mr. Fett—turned, the children still holding on for dear life, and looked over at the door and then up. Obi-Wan swallowed again, mouth helplessly dry, because this was the handsomest man he had seen in a while.

“Okay kids, looks like time’s up for today. Everybody double check their seat to make sure everything is cleaned up!”

Other adults pushed past Obi-Wan, greeting the teacher as they went in to gather their children. The man greeted back, excusing himself from one parent, and made his way toward Obi-Wan.

“Can I help you, sir?” Mr. Fett asked, coming to a stop in front of Obi-Wan, a serious look on his face.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, eloquently, while his brain tried to kickstart, “yes, pardon me. I’m here to pick up Luke and Leia.”

The teacher lifted an eyebrow. Clearly that was not enough information

“My name is on their pick-up list. Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he went on. “I probably should have said that first.”

A smile broke out on Mr. Fett’s face and by the gods, Obi-Wan clearly needed to get laid if he had so much trouble thinking around an admittedly extremely handsome person. “No worries. Had to check, though, just to be safe.”

“Yes, of course,” he replied, smiling back. “I’ll be picking them up every Tuesday for the next few weeks and possibly on some days in between as well.”

“Uncle Obi!” Leia called, barreling into him, Luke following immediately behind her. They had their bags slung over their backs, ready to go.

“Well,” Mr. Fett said, warmth suffusing his voice and a smile tugging at the scar curled around his left eye, “I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other then.”

“Yes, certainly, I look forward to it,” Obi-Wan blurted, cursing himself internally as soon as the words left his mouth. “I’m sorry, we need to get going. Until then, Mr. Fett,it’s been a pleasure meeting you,” he said, making a hasty retreat before he could make more of a fool of himself.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” came the reply, “and the name’s Cody.”

Their eyes met one more time before Cody turned away to talk to the woman from before and Obi-wan ushered the twins toward the exit.

Perhaps, he thought, watching the twins buckle themselves up, he could pick them up more often. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could get to know Cody a little better.

#codywan #codywanbingo #obi-wan kenobi #cody #commander cody #fanfiction #ficlet #modern au #Kindergarten Teacher Cody #Obi-Wan is smitten #first meeting #pre-relationship #my writing #hawk writes

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lazinesswrites · 5 months

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50 Ways to Leave Your Empire for WIP Wednesday with your choice of Clone please.

My Clone of choice, at least today, is: Commander Cody! (since I have already written the one for Cross... 😅)

Cody doesn’t like it, the fear and the unquestioning loyalty. It’s not right. That was one of the things that first drew him and Obi—his Gener—Keno—The Jedi. Him and the Jedi. Their shared belief that the men under their command should always feel safe enough to bring any and all concerns to them, even when others in their positions might have taken those concerns as insults; and their insistence that they should both earn their men’s loyalty, not simply be granted it because of their titles; those where some of the things that first drew him and the Jedi together.

Find the rules and titles for this week's WIP Wednesday ask game here.

#Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #Commander Cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Does this count as CodyWan? It's possibly both pre- and post-CodyWan #WIP Wednesday #WIP Excerpt #50 ways to leave your empire #keep off the main roads Codes #WIPW AG #Ask Laz

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tenderjock · 1 year

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silent, stony (weary of their tyranny)

“My dear,” he said, finally, when he could breathe without blinding pain again. “If this is an attempt at some do-gooding, it is embarrassingly misguided. You’d do better to give me a blaster bolt to the brain. At least then, I wouldn’t have to tangle with the small, pathetic life of the uninitiated.”

or: obi-wan is a sith. commander cody doesn't have time for that kark.

read on ao3

#obi wan kenobi #commander cody #sith obi wan #star wars #codywan #(technically it's pre-codywan. its gonna be codywan eventually)#may the force be with you #darth pacix au #myfic #cw for vague descriptions of severe injury / some mildly suicidal behavior / general sith-lord-being-needlessly-mean

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glimmerglanger · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ghost Company Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) Additional Tags: pre-Codywan - Freeform, set during the Clone Wars, silliness, Popsicles, Beach fun, Flirting Summary:

Cody wasn’t sure who, exactly, was to blame for the current situation.

Or, the one where Cody deals with the discovery of popsicles and the way his General eats them.

ALRIGHT SO, I was talking with @hawkeykirsah about Cody tasting like coconut and it reminded me that I wrote this fic about popsicles. But then! I could not find it on tumblr (truly, this is a functional website), so I had to dig through my mess of files to find it so I could re-read it.

A pain.

Anyway, I decided that, to avoid that in the future, I’d go ahead and put this silly little thing on AO3. Rereading it also got me thinking about that photo of a lady pulling out a cigarette and getting a TON of lights. You know, like this one? (Though this is NOT the one I was thinking of):

Except everyone is on the beach. And they have popsicles melting and dripping all over their fingers. Anyway. That’s the end of story time!

#codywan #my writing #somewhere this exists on tumblr already #but the search function was not helpful #so now it is on ao3 #silliness #flirting #popsicle related shenanigans on obi-wan's part #pre relationship

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sheepgirl3 · 7 months

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My first time writing for Whumptober and I wrote this in like an hour haha.

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #how many fingers am i holding up?#star wars the clone wars #fic #injury #head injury #semi graphic description of injury #pain #blood #tw #pre relationship #friendship or relationship #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #alpha 17 mentioned

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engagemythrusters · 1 year

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Listen. Cody is fine. Good guy. Interesting. I like him.

BUT GOOD GOD AM I TIRED OF EVERYTHING STAR WARS BEING ABOUT HIM.

#guys he showed up in 30ish eps of all the shows and most of it was background shit #literally I can’t even find anything clone-wise without him in it #and he has nothing to do with rebels. and pre-s2e3 nothing to do with TBB show #so why is he in every fucking fic #why is codywan the centre of everything.

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missypup · 2 years

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The Space Between Us

Chapter one of the Cody-Wan fic is available on AO3 here! Snippet below!

Summary: (This is a sort-of prequel fic to a later chapter in my next fic 'This is the Way Home'. Reading this is not necessary for plot, just for feels.) Snippets of the life Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody shared during the war, followed by Order 66 and the aftermath. 3 chapters.

The way of the Jedi was a way free of attachment. That was what all Jedi were taught as Padawans. The Clone Wars, however, were proving to be very good at testing the resolve of many of their forces. Standing beside the same men for countless battles made the continued losses harder and harder to take, even for long established Jedi Masters.

‘Attachment’, after all, was really a very loose term. One that no Jedi Master truly agreed on. The overall consensus after months at war became ‘loss and grief’ being the enemy, not attachment. They could not help being attached to those around them. Compassion was a strong trait - one every Jedi had to have. Without compassion, they would have nothing.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was easily one of the most compassionate Jedi in the Order. The Sith slayer. He had been knighted young, given a Padawan young, then made a high general in a war that stole the lives of millions. A war that tested his willpower against grief, especially for a man that knew each clone in the entire 212th’s name. And knew the names of the 501st, since they worked together so often.

Such as now.

“Some days I’m just not quite sure how you do it, Cody. How do any of you?” Obi-Wan leaned his head back against the cave wall, openly wincing when Cody pulled a piece of plastoid out of his shoulder.

They’d either lost or been separated from their whole squad in an ambush on Ryloth. They had no way of knowing which it was. Both of them were nursing injuries, and their comlinks were broken. Help was most likely not coming soon, if at all. The Separatists had pushed them well behind their lines. It was only a waiting game now.

They’d been surprised with an explosive that destroyed Obi-Wan’s armor on the left side, sending pieces of it far into his skin. Cody likewise had damage, his helmet had been knocked off entirely and he was sporting a large cut around his eye. They had already gotten bandaging on Cody’s head to stop the bleeding, and now it was Obi-Wan’s turn.

“Do what, sir?” Cody asked, carefully cauterizing the wound after he’d removed the shrapnel.

One positive, they were both at least thankful to have had the medical supplies in Obi-Wan’s backpack.

“There are so many of you, all brothers. Clones. To see one another die is to see the death of yourself and family… We’re taught about detachment in the Jedi Order. They encourage compassion for all, but ensure we know that attachment is not compassion. We’re not to grieve, or worry about loss. It’s a complicated thing.” Obi-Wan scrunched his face, finding talking through the pain easier, as always. “Master Yoda’s always taught: Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

“We were taught by Mandalorians, General.” Cody looked up at Obi-Wan’s face, giving him a moment to breathe. “We are vode, but that doesn’t mean we should fear our losses. There’s a Mandalorian saying, ‘Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.’ It’s a daily remembrance, meaning those you lose will never die, because they’re remembered through you. The Jedi could learn something from the Mandalorians.”

“Learn… That we can have attachment without fear. Because they’re never gone.” Obi-Wan sighed, as he had been considering those exact words for some time now.

“Precisely. You should take that to heart.” Cody looked up when a light flashed at the opening of the cave. “And, have more faith in all of us to survive another day in the sun. Rex! We’re here!”

“Cody, General Kenobi, glad to see you both.” Rex pressed a button on his vambrace, “I’ve got them. Send Kix, we need medical support.”

“Didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Cody remarked.

“General Skywalker heard General Kenobi was trapped behind enemy lines. We cut a line pretty quickly.” Rex said as he fully entered the cave, bolstering his blasters.

Ah. Obi-Wan thought to himself, That’s not a good example of not fearing loss, that Anakin.

“What are the losses from the battle, Captain?” Obi-Wan asked, keeping himself level about the possible answer.

Maybe, just maybe he was not the best example at times either.

“Fifteen troopers total, sir. Many more were injured, but they held their own.” Rex moved closer and offered Obi-Wan help to stand, then looked at Cody. “Ready to go, vod?”

“The troops get better with every battle. Something clankers can’t do.” Cody moved to stand, and immediately his whole body tilted to one side.

“Cody!” Obi-Wan reached out, easing his fall with use of the Force.

The feeling that sprouted in Obi-Wan’s chest at seeing Cody fall was something he would have to push aside for now. But it was definitely against the rules.

**AO3 Link**

#star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #pre and post order 66 #fanfic wip #ao3

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