#Codywan fic

[literallyjustanerd]

so a few days ago I saw this post, and the accompanying tags from @brrmian :

the idea of Cody being simultaneously so cool on the surface and constantly overanalysing every interaction stuck with me so much that I ended up spitting all my thoughts into existence

so

enjoy a brief look into Commander Cody's mind:

[justhere2procrastinate]

Somehow I will find a way to insert a chapter where Cody gets arrested by the Coruscant Guard and instead of going quietly he is like “bitch not only am I not a citizen but I’m not a sentient and therefore I don’t have to obey the law” and he gets out on a pure technicality

[lothcatthree]

Cody runs a careful thumb over Obi-Wan's core, pressing down just slightly so he can feel the panties, Manda save him, underneath the tights. Obi-Wan reacts like a live wire and a slow, predatory grin crosses over Cody's face when he realizes the spot he just touched and exactly what kind of anatomy lies beneath.

He can work with this. Cody flicks his gaze up to Obi-Wan, who's watching with slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks, his long fingers gripping the sheets. Cody sharpens his grin before he begins to mouth up the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh, teasing the fabric in between his teeth.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan warns, twitching his hips.

“Hush,” Cody chides from his place on the inside of Obi-Wan’s knee.

Cody can practically feel Obi-Wan’s gaze burning into him as his hands drag up his legs and his fingers hook into the thin waistband of the tights. He gets a bright idea and hides his slight smirk against the rough material before he is leaning up, up, up and aligning his mouth with the waistband, toying the elastic between his teeth.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan warns again, breathier this time.

Cody only hums and looks up to make eye contact with Obi-Wan as he begins pulling the material down with his teeth. Obi-Wan is watching him with an intensity that only spurns Cody on further, his mouth already watering. He reaches the obstacle of Obi-Wan’s ass, who is quick to slightly raise his hips to allow for the netting to slide down to his thighs. 

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incredible art done by @holly-bearie for my fic I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

[meebles]

A snippet from my Codywan Bodyswap!AU that I’m working on:

Obi-Wan grunts, blinking as he comes to. His vision swims before it snaps to a sudden clarity. All at once, he realizes three things that are very, very wrong.

First, and most worryingly, he cannot feel the Force as he normally does. He’s not completely cut off, but only just.

Second, he’s certain he was in his quarters when he dozed off. Now he finds himself in a rarely-used storage room deep in the Negotiator’s sublevels, where the men keep their homebrew that Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t know about. He’s slumped against a wall, with the majority of Ghost Company peering down at him in various states of confusion.

Third, is that he’s certain his men just called him Cody.

“What… ?” he starts, staring down at his cuisse-clad thighs. Frowning, he moves to trace a finger across the stripe of gold paint running across the right, only to blink down at a hand that isn’t his own.

Ah, Sith hells.

“I think you should come to medical,” he hears Scabs say, and Obi-Wan agrees, but first they’ll have to go find—

“Oh, Force, Cody— ”

He ignores the odd looks the troopers give him, the reality of the situation suddenly gripping him like a vice. Cody, thrust into his body, but his mind untrained and unused to sensing the living Force that surrounds them—

“Scabs, I need you to get a sedative and meet me at— at the General’s room,” he states as he fully gathers himself upright, adjusting for his new center of gravity.

His CMO blinks at him. “What— the General? What are you— ?”

“I’ll meet you there and explain, just, please. A sedative,” he manages, already opening the doors. He looks back for a split-second to see Scabs nod in affirmative, before rushing out of the storage room.

Unfortunately, his own quarters are entirely on the other side of the venator. He runs past a few troopers, who startle at his haste, but he just calls back an all clear and doesn’t stop running, he needs to get to Cody—

After what feels like a tenday on a blessedly empty turbo-lift, Obi-Wan finally makes it to his quarters. He punches in the override and the door slides open, revealing the exact sight he feared— his own body, hunched over on the floor, clutching his head as he shakes—

“Cody,” Obi-Wan says, kneeling beside him, and Cody jolts, staring up at him with trembling eyes.

“Vod?” he asks in Obi-Wan’s voice, before his eyes widen impossibly further when they land on the scar at his temple, his own scar. “What is— augh!”

Obi-Wan curses under his breath, catching Cody as his eyes roll back, body slacking. He pulls him into his lap, resting his head as gently as he can against his armored thighs.

“Cody, my dear, it’s me, it’s Obi-Wan,” he says, holding Cody’s quavering form as still as he can. “Just focus on me, focus on my voice, just my voice, right here, with you.”

“Can’t— ” Cody spits out, head shaking. “It’s too much, I can’t— ”

“Shh, I know, I know. I’m so sorry, just try for me, please? Just try, it’s just me and you here together, no one else, just us… ”

Obi-Wan keeps muttering what’s probably nonsense, but he needs to give Cody some sort of anchor, something to focus on instead of the thousands of living souls he can suddenly sense aboard the ship, something present and definite in the entirety of the Force that he’s now privy to.

Cody groans, pressing himself further into Obi-Wan’s lap. “Please, make it stop, make it stop— ”

“Cody— what happened to the General?!”

Obi-Wan looks up and sees Scabs in the doorway, and bites back a sigh of relief. He’s about to explain when his medic is suddenly kneeling by his side, shaking his head.

“Fuck— that machine, it worked, didn’t it?” he says, opening his supply bag.

“Yes, it did.” Why the effects were so delayed, Obi-Wan has no idea, but right now it doesn’t matter. “And Cody— he’s not used to how my body senses the Force, it’s too much for him all at once.”

“I understand,” Scabs states, prepping the sedative. “Hold him steady, please. Bare his neck.”

Obi-Wan does as he’s told, chest clenching as he stares at Cody’s unseeing eyes. It’s a terrible solace when Scabs injects the needle and seconds later, they fall shut.

[corelliansunsets]

“Then how about we chalk it up to a tipsy night between friends? We got lost in the moment,” Obi-Wan answers simply and reaches up to cup Cody’s cheek, tracing the pad of his thumb over the very end of the long scar on his temple. “Kiss me, Cody. I won’t tell.”

New chapter update!!

[floffytofu]

Purge Trooper Cody, angrily pressed Obi-Wan against a wall

Purge Trooper Cody : Go kriff yourself.

Obi-Wan, smugly : Sure, but only if you watch

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Reader and Kanan watching from the distance

Kanan : You sure he doesn't need our help?

Reader : Nah, he's fine.

Reader, angrily comming Ahsoka : Kriffing hell, I'm outta here. they're doing it again.

[foxssleeplessness]

you see me frown while we watch the clone wars because obi-wan didn't call cody "my dear"

[rqgnarok]

LISTEN TO ME ive been trying to find a codywan fic for ages in which clone troopers- still chipped and after order 66- see force ghosts whenever they need help in battle and cody hears of these stories and wonders about it. then he's kidnapped and dechipped by the resistance and he (mistakingly) thinks he killed obi wan and thinks he won't visit him as a ghost because he blames him for everything. in the end the clones manage to kill palpaine with the help of all the force ghosts of dead jedi and obi wan comes out of hiding. cody realizes he didn't die and there's a whole lot of angst and they get together in the end.

i bookmarked it on ao3 ages ago but i cant find it!!! if anyone has it pls link me up!!

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

i wrote a thing!

summary -

It was becoming a regular occurrence. Cody appeared at the door of Obi-Wan’s quarters. Obi-Wan invited him in, without words, seeming to know why he was there. He kept asking though, and Cody kept struggling to find words to speak his answer into existence. Sometimes they’d just sit in silence, sometimes they’d talk, share tea, touch. Anything until they each felt a little less lonely.

This time the silence felt thick and heavy, weighted in a way that made Cody loath to break it. Instead, he seated himself on the end of Obi-Wan’s bed, waiting for him to speak.

Obi-Wan only watched him, careful, careful.

Cody and Obi-Wan navigating their way through a relationship-adjacent thing during the war, considering the implications of both their positions in said war.

Inspired by @rochenn ‘s codywan thoughts ( https://www.tumblr.com/rochenn/745506075064811520/not-on-the-list-but-what-is-your-favourite?source=share please check out their tumblr because their art is gorgeous!)

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anyways if you read it please let me know your thoughts :)

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[literallyjustanerd]

how about some codywan aftercare? Yk the softness as they calm down and just sorta look at each other smiling

This one got me feeling things. Thank you so much for the prompt, I really enjoyed writing this one! Hope you enjoy reading it, too.

The Galaxy Can Wait (Codywan fluff)

Word Count: 836

A quiet moment of reflection after a night spent together, in the space before they have to return to their duties.

It’s these moments that Obi-Wan cherishes the most. The after, the quiet. The languid, drifting calm once they’ve both been brought over the edge and into the abyss beyond, where time is stretched long and their world is made blissfully small. Small enough that its width and breadth are filled entirely by only their panting breaths and gentle, seeking hands. Small enough that the galaxy outside ceases to exist, or rather, that the entire galaxy is reworked, reshaped to fit wholly within one man. A smile coaxes Obi-Wan’s mouth upward, buoyed by a pooling warmth in his chest, as Cody presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Thank you,” Cody murmurs, lips dragging against sweat-slicked skin, speaking the words like a prayer. Always reverent, like Obi-Wan is a precious thing, something sacred. A hand slides up Obi-Wan’s bicep, and he shudders involuntarily, his skin oversensitive, nerves still raw. A soft wave of pleasure laps at his spine, meagre compared to the crashing tide that he had just ridden out. Cody’s touch continues upward, to brush locks of dampened hair behind Obi-Wan’s pinked ears. 

“Feel so good. Perfect.” He’s heavy, boneless, long since collapsed atop Obi-Wan’s chest to bask in his afterglow. Obi-Wan’s back arches, just to feel the weight over him, just to savour the feeling of being so completely surrounded. Enveloped. Safe. The Force is thrumming, purring at the edges of his consciousness, all sweet and syrupy and snug. And swaddled in it all, right at its core, is Cody.

Cody, who he can always feel in the Force like a lit flare on the horizon to guide a lost traveller home, like a brilliant, gleaming sunburst parting the clouds after a storm. Cody, who leads their men with a fierceness and dedication that leave Obi-Wan breathless with awe. Cody, who is always strong, always unshakeable, who has never once let his general nor his brothers down when they need him.

Cody, who right now, is thoroughly blissed-out, love drunk and downright giddy.

“You weren’t half-bad yourself, darling,” Obi-Wan quips, and Cody laughs, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep in his throat.

This is why Obi-Wan holds these moments so dearly, keeps them so carefully folded away in the deepest vaults of his heart. It’s a privilege he does not take lightly, to be the one who gets to see Cody like this, stripped bare of his usual decorum, open and vulnerable and allowing himself to be truly cared for. Tenderly, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand, laying it against Cody’s cheek, the tips of his fingers grazing against the dark curls at his temple. Cody presses into the touch, turning his head to kiss the flat of Obi-Wan’s bony palm. He grins, broad and indulgent, creasing the scar at the corner of his eye. Obi-Wan can’t help grinning back, nor can he help the accompanying ache in his chest. He’s struck with a sudden certainty that nothing in the galaxy could make him break their gaze, not when it feels this pure, this holy.

“You have such a gorgeous smile, love,” he says, the words slipping free just as the thought floats to the surface. In any other moment, such a sentiment would have Cody rolling his eyes, masking his sheepishness with a quip about flattery not earning him any special treatment. Now, though, without his usual defences, the words reach him fully, and he revels in them, his eyes shining, flecks of molten gold in amongst the rich brown.

“Love you so much,” he sighs dreamily, letting his fingers wander up to tangle in Obi-Wan’s hair. He finishes the thought with his lips against Obi-Wan’s neck, evidently too tired to keep his head upright any longer. “So beautiful, sound so pretty. Could listen to your voice all day, mesh’la.”

Eager to give him what he wants, Obi-Wan keeps talking. They speak softly of everything, of nothing at all. Traded promises and sweet nothings, nonsense that served no purpose more than keeping the world at bay a little longer and protecting the sanctity of the small, perfect universe they’ve created between their mingling breaths and tangled limbs. Cody’s head fits so perfectly in the space under Obi-Wan’s chin that when they’re inevitably parted, he will feel he’s lost a part of himself. Already, the light and sounds of dawn outside the temple window are beginning to seep in, a persistent reminder that a galaxy waits outside through thin walls, demanding their attention. Waiting to return them to their usual selves, governed by sense and reason and duty in all their bleak, cold glory. 

For now, though, Obi-Wan turns his focus to the heat of Cody’s skin against his own. Fills his lungs with the feel of Cody tracing starmaps among the freckles on his pale chest. He threads his fingers into Cody’s cropped hair, imagining that he’s tethering the two of them together, and smiles at the soft hum he gets in response.

The galaxy can afford to wait just a few more minutes.

[trixree]

“Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm. Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.” - 5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not.

Rating: M Word Count: 3k Additional Tags: Cody/Obi-Wan, 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Secret Relationship, (But Not Very Secret), Sharing a Room, Intersex Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sci-Fi Intersex, Mutual Pining, Post-Zygerria Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Hurt/Comfort, Codependency, Being Walked In On, Idiots in Love, POV Alternating

Written for @brigetteblack

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[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

[michaelaariadne]

Hi! It's time for another fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo from me! Today on the agenda: goodnight kiss.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Relationship Reveal, Established Relationship, Goodnight Kiss

[corelliansunsets]

Cody reaches a hand up before turning toward the horses and places it on Obi-wan’s shoulder. With an albeit small, but warm smile, he looks the taller man in the eye. “I’m just. I’m glad that you’re safe.”

find the first chapter of the codywan tlou au here!!

[the-boroughh]

currently making a wip fic feat. lawyer!cody and im not even in tcw fandom but imma borrow ur boy for a while so he can teach obi-wan how to sing, fuck the system and win a traumatic legal battle

ill have him back by lunch thx in advance babes✨

fic in question

{currently no codywan content yet but i swear its coming- also completely heed the tags}