#CWFKB2023

[dontbelasagnax]

@codywanfirstkissbingo: hopeful kiss

Is there any other way to start off the event than with a tatooine reunion?

bingo card under the cut

[coline7373]

"For Life and Light."

Pffffiuuuuu... I didn't thought I would finish it in time but I did! *fist pump*

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[starwarjotta]

“Not that I’m complaining (quite on the contrary, actually), but you couldn’t have waited for two more minutes until the end of the battle to do that, sir.”

“How could I, with you giving me a smile like that, my dear?”

“...fine. I’ll allow it, this once. Sir.”

“:)”

my second @codywanfirstkissbingo work, for “battleground kiss”

[inkformyblood]

bright in technicolour (CWFKB23)

Free space - Forehead kiss, Canon Era, Soulmate AU (Many thanks to dontbelasagnax for the reminder about this event and by extension, that I hadn't actually posted this) @codywanfirstkissbingo

Cody keeps his helmet on when he’s around the Jedi. The Kaminoans hadn’t cared, the clones barely more than livestock to them, numbers encoded into the chips in their wrists to assign them a bunk, a training stream, an incinerator, but they are not the Jedi. Kamino had been grey and silver and blue, the ocean bleeding through the metal supports and pooling across the lower levels until they were brown and red and green. The clones can see those colours, pick them out at a distance and name them in four different languages, whisper chartreuse and aquamarine and periwinkle amongst the weapon schematics and formations that put down roots and grew amongst their thoughts. 

The vast majority of the galaxy can’t see colour. 

They can see shades, the barest hints of saffron and gunmetal imprinted on their existence, and some can see the full spectrum like the clones can. It is because they’re clones the holonets shriek those first few stumbling weeks of known existence when the universe is larger than Cody had ever thought it could be, everything too much, too loud, too quick to be held onto. They don’t have soulmates so they can see colour. It makes sense. They’re not built for another person to weave their fingers together, palm against palm, and press a kiss against their skin so they can blush shades of rosewood, careys, smitten. It is fine. It’s fine. 

So, Cody keeps his helmet on. 

No eye contact. No disappointment. No polite courtesy he didn’t know ground into the mud beneath his boots because he looked at someone and saw flecks of gold in their eyes. 

The Jedi had explained it to them after that first battle, their eyes directed towards the clones but not looking at them, politeness patchworked together into something functional and it had been appreciated more than they would know. Helmets on, filters activated, and there’s an alarm system hooked up to the entrances to the lower levels in case someone who isn’t a brother strays into their bunkrooms. They were made to be soldiers, to adapt, they could adapt to this. 

The current battlefield is not Cody’s favourite. 

Too much mud for their standard equipment for a start, a helpful piece of information that could have been communicated better by a brother in shades of umber, russet, sepia, but no. They got to find out along with the sheer amount of droids they were meant to fight as they spilled out of the transport ships and onto a planet that squelched with every step and covered everything. Cody hates it. Hate is a new emotion, sparking a solid red with little variation at the edges and Cody reaches for it with both hands. Better that he stains his palms red with hate than with the futility of cutting himself to pieces on the ruined shards of his helmet. 

Cody lies flat on his back in the mud and tastes copper in the back of his throat. Every breath is shallow from necessity, the mud smells solid, damp but warm and Cody hasn’t decided on if he likes it or not. Choking is a risk with his current position but he can’t move, not yet. He’d shot the droid that had gotten a hit off on him, some huge hulking twisted sparking slag heap of metal in one uniform silver shade that had nearly vanished amongst the stinking clinging mud. He hadn’t seen it. There would be more who wouldn’t see them. 

Colours mean nothing when they can't help them. Might as well peel them away and give them soulmates to try and balance the cosmic scales.

Pointless thought to indulge in, peeling wires out of their casing to twist them into fresh shapes, but the blow to his face has shaken them free and Cody isn’t sure if he has a left eye anymore. There’s the pulsing pain of it echoing through his teeth and his bones, a deep thrum that reverberates in his chest like he’s standing next to an engine roaring in full-throttled fury. Nothing else exists except the pain and the thought screaming back against the tempest. 

If Cody had a soulmate, if he had another person he could love like he had been made, devotion  coded into his genes along with every other adjustment the Kaminoans had decided on, who would he choose? Prime had bargained away an army for a child so how could Cody, made in his image, not love just as fiercely, with every piece of him. 

Cody thinks he is halfway in love with the man he would have chosen to be his soulmate already.

Most of his brothers are too.

They were made for the Jedi after all, how could they not love them?

There’s a shout from somewhere, maybe to his left, or it could be his right, Cody’s heart skipping a beat in its battered and bloody cage. He blinks his single working eye, his vision blurred carmine, crimson, sanguine, and Obi-Wan leans over him. He’s kneeling to his side, one hand resting on Cody’s chest and he wishes he could feel it, bruise in the imprint of Obi-Wan’s palm so it lasts. His hair has fallen free from the neat braid he had pulled it into hours prior, copper cascading across his forehead and shoulder. 

“Are you alive?” Obi-Wan asks, desperate, frantic, the words running into each other in his haste. He pauses, pulling a breath in through bared teeth, and his gaze focuses on Cody, then into him. There’s the sharp scent of ozone in the air, a distant sense of burning stars collapsing in one themselves and Cody isn’t made to hold this knowledge but he tries. He grins up at Obi-Wan, tasting iron and mud and he tries.

Obi-Wan sags against him, a decaying ruin finally learning it should have relaxed eons before, curling forwards and pressing his forehead to the back of his palm. His other hand is close enough to Cody’s shoulder for him to feel the movement when Obi-Wan’s fingers curl, supporting himself on a fist instead of a flat palm. Cody wants to speak, to tell him about the droids and their uniform colouration, an absence in the Force that Obi-Wan may not be able to see, won’t know about. He twists his face a fraction to the side, pulling a breath through his nose as he unseals his mouth. Blood coats his teeth, his tongue, a fresh trickle working down his neck. 

“Droids.” Cody spits, doesn’t make it past the shattered edge of his helmet. It’s warm, everything is warm. Hurts too much to be dying so this is existence, pain and love braided so closely together it isn’t worth tearing his fingers to shreds to separate them. He loves Obi-Wan. He is in pain. Both things are true. “Droids in the mud.”

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan sighs. He pushes himself upright, his shoulders curling like a scavenger picking over a corpse, no change in pressue on the hand still resting on Cody’s chest.

Cody never thought his name could be beautiful. Functional and his, yes, but not beautiful. If Cody could choose, he would pick Obi-Wan. He has chosen Obi-Wan in every way he is able to. 

The mud clings to Obi-Wan, the bottom of his robes sodden and dark and umber. It doesn’t suit him, the outskirts of Cody’s single edged vision blurring out of focus as he tries to take all of him in. He raises himself up, turning towards Cody and reaching out to the broken line of his helmet. His brow furrows, which isn’t an uncommon expression on him but it isn’t normally directed at Cody, this concern or exasperation painted over Obi-Wan’s features. He can’t fully make out which with one eye and a head full of spiking agony.

Obi-Wan leans closer and Cody should stop him, should press himself further into the clinging mud. But he doesn’t. Obi-Wan’s touch hurts, a swift redirection of Cody’s attention back to a place he’s trying to forget, but he leans into it, breathes through the flashes of sage, burgundy, cobalt in front of his eyes as his jaw grinds shut. 

“Still there,” Obi-wan murmurs, his fingertips cool against the crater of Cody’s face. “There’ll be a scar but it will heal.”

Obi-Wan is closer than Cody realised, not a respectable arm span between them, the distance assessed and calculated and refined in countless messages volleyed between the battalions. No, he’s close enough to kiss, nose to broken and bleeding nose. Cody could. He wants to.

He doesn’t.

There are fault lines of silver beginning to run through Obi-Wan’s hair, clustering at his temples, but the majority is copper and russet, bronze and fawn. His freckles are similarly mismatched , the one beneath his eye dark compared to constellations over his arm, a scattered handful visible where his tunic gapes at the neck, cream woven with bisque and all stained dark with sweat and mud. He is every colour Cody wants to remember and this must be a gift, this ability to see colour from the moment they open their eyes because they love too strongly to be denied this small kindness. Obi-Wan leans up, closer still, and kisses Cody’s forehead. He remains there for a moment, breathing through his nose in sharp shallow puffs, before he retreats.

Obi-Wan’s mouth is red, a sharp line cut into his jaw from Cody’s helmet and blood beads from it, beginning to drip from his chin. “I’ve repaired the damage as best I can, blunted the pain too. I—” Obi-Wan blinks, pulls in a breath through bared teeth. “Cody.”

Cody doesn’t move, isn’t sure he’s still alive and this isn’t some pretty trick his dying brain has thrown at him except for the thudding of his heart in his ear and the stickiness of blood drying on his skin. 

“You have such beautiful brown eyes. I didn’t realise that before,” Obi-Wan says and Cody knows. 

The clones can see colour, and Obi-Wan can too.  

[meebles]

A Codywan WIP for a @codywanfirstkissbingo fill, in which Cody suddenly realizes he's both gay and demisexual, and decides to ask Obi-Wan a very blunt question:

“Obi-Wan. Are we in love?”

Obi-Wan blinks before his eyes bulge, mouth slightly agape. As the seconds tick by in stiff silence, Cody realizes that this is the first time in his almost ten years of knowing Obi-Wan where he’s seen the other man at a loss for words.

“ …I think I’m going to make myself some tea. Would you like some?” Obi-Wan asks suddenly, his tone neutral as he composes his expression to match. Without waiting for an answer, he rises from the armchair and walks to the kitchen.

Cody stares at him dumbly for a long moment, before getting up and following Obi-Wan. He must’ve heard Cody approach, but he doesn’t acknowledge him, just continues filling the kettle.

Part of him wants to bolt from the apartment, but Cody refuses to let his resolve waiver, knowing he has to see this through now that he’s broken the damn. So instead he goes about helping, pulling out Obi-Wan’s favored mug and his overpriced honey.

Only once they’re both sat back in the living room, two steaming cups between them, does Obi-Wan speak.

“You said we, before. So the answer to your question rather depends. Are you in love with me?”

Something hot and burning and bright twists itself in Cody’s gut. “That’s all it depends on? Just that?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replies, soft yet firm as anything.

[codywanfirstkissbingo]

Codywan First Kiss Bingo

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(NB: edited Oct. 9 to add "vertical.")

(NB: edited Nov. 10 to add "This means there should be a separate kiss for each prompt, even if the 'scene' is a series of types of kisses all in a row.")

[lothcatthree]

“Are you quite finished?” Obi-Wan crosses his arms and looks like that unimpressed tooka in a dress again. Force, Cody doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to look at the feared General the same way again. Not that he wants to, of course. “Am I quite finished?” Cody mocks Obi-Wan’s accent and swallows whatever insult the Jedi is about to throw his way when he pushes off the wall and grabs Obi-Wan’s face, kissing him filthily and directing him to the bed.

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They're tasked with retrieving some intel in a Casino, which they acquire fairly quickly. The next question is what to do with the rest of the night. Or, Obi-Wan is a bastard, Cody is so done, and they're hopelessly in love.

(Rough kiss)

ahhhh almost done!! one more fill to go :) @codywanfirstkissbingo

[biscuityskies]

forever and a day

“Oh, by the way,” Cody says, removing his bucket to look his general in the eye— well, as in the eye as he can when the Jedi is some distance above him on the varactyl, “I think you’ll be needing this.” With a fond shake of his head, he hands his Jedi back the weapon that he seems utterly incapable of keeping his grip on. “Thank you, Cody,” General Kenobi replies somewhat sheepishly, clipping the lightsaber to his own belt, where it does have a designated spot to stay. He knows what it means, Cody figures. He’s put together what Cody means by attaching a clip to his own belt, keeping the weapon on his person, brushing the dust from it before handing it back. General Kenobi is aware of Cody’s intention every time he accepts it. The men must have figured it out, too, given the perimeter they’ve created with their backs to Cody and the general, pretending to pay no mind. He’ll kick them all for it later. And maybe buy them a drink.

FINAL BINGO FILL RAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! this fic fills chaste kiss, loving kiss, battleground kiss, and messy kiss!!!!!!!!!! and i have successfully filled every square in my @codywanfirstkissbingo card!!!!!!!!!!! (card under the cut!)

Here’s my completed bingo card!!!!

But perhaps more entertaining to me is my planning bingo card, which I will let speak for itself 💀

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2237 | Davijaan | Odd Ball, Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Mace Windu Additional Tags: Sleepy Kisses, Obi-Wan hugs the blankets and I will fight anyone on that fact, Post-Rako Hardeen Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Cody has a hard time believing that Obi-Wan isn't dead, Not beta'd for once because I finished it about 10 minutes ago Series: Part 4 of Codywan First Kiss Bingo Summary:

Cody finds out that Obi-Wan isn't dead after he returns from the Hardeen mission and goes to reassure himself of that fact.

My fill for "sleepy kiss" for Codywan First Kiss Bingo @codywanfirstkissbingo​

Bingo card below the cut!

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Obi-Wan breaks the ice – literally. With so many things left unsaid and undone between them, Cody has no choice but to dive in after his general and try to bring him back to life.

My fill for the @codywanfirstkissbingo square "kiss of life" :3

[dontbelasagnax]

@codywanfirstkissbingo: kissing through smiles

They had to share a bed. Yes, it was integral to the mission. A new species of octopus was discovered and his name is Obi-Wan. Cody sweat his ass off with the cuddle monster bodily attached to him and subsequently knocked their pillows and duvet off the bed in his sleep. Regardless, they slept well and are having an even better morning. Good for them :3

bingo card under the cut (bingo!!!!!!! I got a bingo!!!!)

This is my last artwork as I was only going for one bingo (and simply posted on this schedule to drag out my posts haha)!

[coline7373]

"Everytime that you say you love me, I come alive."

This is it! Midnight (for me) December 31th! It's over! @codywanfirstkissbingo no more!

*big sigh of elation and disappointement*

It was great!!!! I hope you guys had as much fun as I did. Thank you to everyone who participated and those who followed! 💕

When I started, I wanted to do a blackout. Errr.. Maybe it was a bit ambitious 😅😆

But!

I did get a bingo 😃

Thanks to this one, the missing keldabe kiss!

Ok, so we all know the keldabe kiss is inspired from real life hongi, a traditional Māori greeting.

It originates from the god Tāne who breathed life into humans. When ones perform the hongi, they litteraly share life, by breathing it into each other.

Life giving insufflation, Aime Simon... I couldn't resist. (Side note: Considering the lyrics, Obi-Wan does fear to be without Cody and his love. But he overcome his fear. 'Cause he's a jedi! whoooshwhooosh *lightsaber noises*)

Many thanks to the mods!!!!!! @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @dontbelasagnax @notthestarwar 💕💖💕💖💕💕💖

And to @forloveofcodywan and @thesunlikehoney !!!!!! My best cheerleaders!!!

I wish everyone a very Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!

All the best for 2024!!!

[starwarjotta]

first work for @codywanfirstkissbingo, "tender kiss" bingo card under keep reading

[inkformyblood]

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. 

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[meebles]

a song to bring me clarity

Codywan / Rated T / One-shot / No warnings

Summary:

“You don’t get it because you’re gay,” Fox drawls from over his whiskey. Cody blinks slowly at him, mind stuttering as he tries to process what the fuck Fox just said. Beside him, Rex huffs. “Fox, don’t start this— ” “No. I am going to start this, actually. I’m somehow more sick of this,” Fox punctuates, splaying a hand towards Cody, “than I am hearing about how soft Aayla’s lips are.” “I’m not gay,” Cody says, frowning. He looks around the crowded booth, and finds that most of his brothers are avoiding his eyes— all except Fox of course, who’s glare is as piercing as it is unyielding. It makes Cody hot with irritation… and something more tumultuous he can’t quite place.

Or: Fox is an ass, and Cody has a bit of a revelation about his sexuality— as well as his feelings toward Obi-Wan

Read on Ao3

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My second fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo 2023! For the prompt "nervous kiss"

Bingo card under cut

[codywanfirstkissbingo]

Codywan First Kiss Bingo, Week 2: Round-up Boogaloo

WHEW.  What a week.  Before diving in to the round-up of this week’s amazing fills, we wanted to take the time to thank all the folks who are following this blog not because they’re participating, but just because they’re liking and reblogging and sharing the work our first kissers are posting.   Please continue to be as awesome and generous as you’ve already been with your comments and kudos on the items in the AO3 collection, and remember that reblogs are love here on tumblr– help spread that love by reblogging this post and any other prompt fills you’ve enjoyed. 

And now, without further ado, this week’s splendiferous fills, which include first fills from some of our first kissers, and some fills from people posting fic they’ve written for the very first time.  Please make sure to wish them congratulations and many more fics to come!

Art:    

@dontbelasagnax (AO3 profile) our mod lasagna posted two absolutely gorgeous pieces, one for a celebratory kiss, and another for kiss of life.  

@wrennette (AO3 profile) posted two beautiful fills, fic for kiss to the temple and kiss anywhere but on the lips, and art and fic for kissing through smiles & dip kiss.

Fic: 

@babygirlbridger (AO3 lothcatthree) had a fill for climactic kiss & a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

@biscuityskies (AO3 profile) was this week’s winner of the highly unofficial category of “most fills in one fic,” filling all of these squares: forehead kiss, kiss to the temple, kiss on the cheek, climactic kiss, neck kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, tender kiss, & kiss on the nose .

@drauthor (AO3 profile) fill for loving kiss.  

@eloquent-apollo (AO3 IcarusFalls) had a fill for drunk kiss.

@foreverchangingfandoms (AO3 profile) is really aiming for a blackout with fills for, nose kiss, sleepy kiss, nervous kiss, morning breath kiss, accidental kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, forehead kiss.  

@inkformyblood (AO3 quicksilverfox3) had a fill for sticky kiss.  

@insertmeaningfulusername (AO3 profile) had a fill for sticky kiss.

@lttrsfrmlnrrgby (AO3 thosenearandfarwars) our mod lttrs had a fill for dip kiss.  

@michaelaariadne (AO3 profile) had fills for desperate kiss, sleepy kiss, and temple kiss. 

@random-letters-i-just-thought-of (AO3 profile) had fills for keldabe kiss and kissing through smiles.

Our socks are permanently knocked off and in orbit with how impressed we are with everyone's fills and engagement-- please keep your enthusiasm for all our first kissers going!