#codywan ficlet

[lothcatthree]

1. !!!! TELL ME ABOUT PASTRY CHEF CODY !!! Finally he has some peace.

AHHH sorry this took a few days, i was inundated with other WIP's (i'll be answering the other ones soon, too)

@insertmeaningfulusername and @merlyn-bane my darlings, were also interested in this one <3

basically, obi-wan is an exceptionally tired 30yo high school teacher and he begins frequenting a coffee/pastry shop run by cody and rex. ahsoka and anakin are younger adopted siblings (still working out the whole family dynamic). obi-wan gets flustered every time he talks to cody and ahsoka and rex finds it exceedingly hilarious.

this will be a classic strangers to friends to lovers fic and is meant to be fun and wholesome :)

here's a snippet of their meeting ft. gay disaster obi-wan (got a little carried away with it)

“Can I get you anything?”

Obi-Wan is vaguely aware of a voice speaking to him from the counter, but it’s helplessly bouncing around in his empty skull like a ping-pong ball. Any rational thought he had has been sucked out the airlock of his mouth as he’s cut off mid-sentence once he spots the man just behind the register, leaning over a table as he works.

The first thing that Obi-Wan notices is hands. Bronzed long fingers and structured tendons jumping as they knead a slab of dough and Obi-Wan suddenly wonders why he feels warm in the neck. There’s flour all over the man’s knuckles, up his wrists, dirtying the hem of the black sleeves. 

Obi-Wan helplessly watches as the man rolls up his sleeves and grimaces in effort, entirely engrossed with breaking down this piece of dough and, subsequently, Obi-Wan. Rolling up the sleeves would be one thing (and it really is one thing), but there’s miles of black ink swirling around two muscular forearms.

Obi-Wan’s eyes follow the arms up to find broad shoulders and a face with smooth skin, a handsome nose, a jagged scar, and fuck, those eyes. 

He’s just dropped his gaze to the man’s lips when he realizes, far too late, that they've moved.

A sharp elbow jabs into his side and he looks down at the perpetrator.

“What do you want?” Ahsoka asks him with an edge of teenaged irritation in her voice, but her eyes are slightly widened in concern.

Right. He’s supposed to order something.

Something that’s not the devastatingly beautiful man with devastatingly beautiful hands.

Still struggling to get his thoughts into order and feeling an awful blush overtake his pale skin, Obi-Wan stutters.

“Uh..”

“He wants a cup of earl grey and...,” Ahsoka trails off for a moment, scanning the pastry case, “A cinnamon roll.”

Obi-Wan would snort if he still weren’t so flustered and working on averting his gaze from the men behind the counter. The cinnamon roll is, in fact, not for him and entirely for her.

He finally looks up from the way he was burning a hole into the wooden counter and meets the eyes of the man working the register. This one is similarly pretty, though with blonde hair buzzed short and bare arms. Obi-Wan sends a silent thank you for the lack of tattoos, or else he’d be embarrassing himself all over again.

“It’ll be $7.36,” the man tells him and fuck if that isn’t an accent. 

Obi-Wan begins to pull his wallet out of his pocket and distantly hopes the one behind the counter doesn’t have the same one because then Obi-Wan is sure he’d-

“Just charge ‘em for the tea, Rex. I don’t know how good the new recipe is for the roll,” the man at the table pipes up behind- Rex- with, indeed, the same accent and a deep, raspy voice. Obi-Wan promptly drops his wallet.

He curses under his breath and swoops down to grab it, feeling the redness on his skin take on a new, fiery shade. Obi-Wan opens the worn brown leather wallet and pulls out his debit card, thrusting it forward to Rex at a speed that’s certainly not normal.

“It’s alright, I can pay for it,” Obi-Wan clears his throat when his voice comes out weak.

Rex looks at him with a slight furrow to his brows, then he turns around to look at the other man. Obi-Wan follows his gaze and when he locks eyes with the pastry chef (what shade of brown is that and why does Obi-Wan want to bathe in it?), he swallows again.

“Really, it’s ok. These ones are for testing,” the man replies, offering a warm smile. Obi-Wan can’t stop from dropping his eyes to the soft-looking lips as the man shifts his gaze from Obi-Wan to Ahsoka, “As long as you tell me what’s wrong with it, yeah? I have a feeling you’re a professional.”

Obi-Wan turns to look at her and he’s half-shocked when her signature pubescent scowl is replaced with a genuine smile that she usually reserves for Obi-Wan or Anakin.

“I will,” Ahsoka nods and bounces on her heels.

Obi-Wan fondly smiles at her and resists the urge to ruffle the top of her hair (last time he did that, he received a bite mark on his hand that took a week to heal).

Rex clears his throat and says with a polite smile, “Alright, Cody says it’s $3.25, then.”

Cody. CodyCodyCody. 

Obi-Wan hands him his card and darts his eyes to Cody just behind Rex’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan says with a small smile, trying the name out on his tongue.

Cody gives him another dazzling grin that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach flip before he goes back to aggressively kneading the dough. Obi-Wan feels his mouth dry up again as he takes his card and receipt from Rex, allowing Ahsoka to not-so-lightly shove him away from the counter and towards a table.

"What is wrong with you?" Ahsoka mutters under her breath as she herds him into a chair.

Obi-Wan sets his bag on the table and helplessly looks over his shoulder to watch Cody begin separating the dough into chunks.

"A lot, I think."

[runekirikjartan]

"And when I was ten standard, twenty in nat-born terms, I realized I feelings far beyond my station. He was far too good for a piece of equipment-" Cody  frowned. "And he was strong, but I still had to watch him die. So General, I've been wary-"

Bathed in golden light, the both of them sat on a hill overlooking their camp, taking in the views and the orange glow of the setting sun far away from them in the distant horizon. Cody never thought he would be there, speaking his mind to General Kenobi, Obi-Wan, of all people.

“Cody...” Obi-Wan reached a hand out to place it onto Cody’s shoulder. “That is no reason to live your life in fear.” He protested. “You should have the chance to love, and to live, as a man does.” 

To Cody, Obi-Wan seemed like the kind of man who took advantage of the opportunities given to him, but did so with grace and honour. An honourable man, and a damn good jetii that was leading the 212th. Cody was smitten with him and was grateful for the attention even as Obi-Wan’s smile and gaze gave him butterflies. 

“Would you consider it now?” Obi-Wan asked. “A relationship?” 

Now, at the tail end of a war that Cody was certain they would win in the coming weeks, maybe even less than a month.

“I...” Cody helplessly stared at Obi-Wan and his bright, so bright, smile. “It would have to be with the right person. 

It was just Cody’s luck that he was gifted with one of the best jetii in the order, that the man in front of him was kind, and thoughtful, and understanding, that he was so wonderful. His open expression, rare enough that Cody rarely got to read him, gave everything away, mirth, excitement. The crows-feet crinkle at the corners of his eyes were beautiful as he smiled. 

“Then I hope you will find that person someday.” Obi-Wan said, glancing away from Cody bashfully, cheeks going pink as he tangled their fingers together and turned to look towards the sun setting across the horizon.

[meebles]

Obi-Wan knows he’s being rather old-fashioned about this.

Cody Fett is his own man, and he certainly doesn’t need his father’s permission to get married. But Obi-Wan figures it’s still the courteous thing, to at least make his intentions known before he proposes.

After Obi-Wan tells Jango as much, the man stares at him silently for an unnerving amount of time, before he sighs.

“You don’t need my blessing, if that’s what you’re asking… it’s the rest of them you need to worry about.”

Obi-Wan blinks. “The rest of them?”

—

“So,” Fox starts, sitting down on the chair across from him. “You think you’re good enough to marry my brother?”

“Fox, please,” Obi-Wan says, pained. “You know me. I’ve been dating Cody for years. Is this all really necessary?”

Fox just raises a brow. “I hope you cleared your schedule. You’re going to be here awhile.”

Obi-Wan looks to the door, behind which he knows the rest of Cody’s brothers are waiting. All nineteen of them.

He turns back to Fox, who takes that as his cue to fully launch into what’s likely meant to be a speech, but feels more like an interrogation.

Obi-Wan bites back a groan. For Cody, even this particular brand of torture is worth it.

[nimue44]

something something loose lips sink ships

Whether it was a prod from the Force or simply the comlink’s incessant beeping, Obi-Wan was roused to half consciousness in the darkness of his quarters. While he would have preferred to remain asleep, snugly pinned in place by the arm his commander had wrapped around him, calls in the middle of the sleep cycle during a galactic war were unlikely to be ones he could willfully ignore. 

To preserve the only benefit of his newfound wakefulness — being able to indulge in the steady breathing and radiating warmth at his back — Obi-Wan pulled the comlink to him so as not to disturb what were sure to be the last few moments of Cody’s sleep. 

“This is Kenobi,” he said quietly.

(431 more words below the cut)

There was a longer pause than Obi-Wan would have expected given the urgency of a middle of the night call. 

“Of course, sir,” Crys replied through the comm. “Only, I was trying to reach Commander Cody.”

Oh. Kriff. Surely he could come up with some explanation for answering the wrong comlink. But then Cody stirred behind him, sliding his hand farther down Obi-Wan’s torso and tucking his head into Obi-Wan’s nape. Momentarily overwhelmed by sensation, all he could muster was, “I see, very odd.” 

“My apologies, sir, I must have entered the wrong code.” 

Obi-Wan silently cursed himself for making Crys feel he was in the wrong when it had been Obi-Wan’s mistake to pick up the wrong comlink. “It’s not a problem—” 

“What’s the message, Crys?” Cody grumbled, cutting off his apology and assuredly necessitating an even more elaborate explanation on Obi-Wan’s part. 

“Uh,” Crys said, hopefully not too distracted by trying to piece together what was happening on their end. “That special ops unit is on approach from Kashyyyk with, um, they said a pet? But it really sounds more like a large bug, sir.”   

Immediately, Obi-Wan’s interest outweighed any desire for decorum. “Like an insect?” he asked, perking up.

Not nearly as amused, Cody sighed, the warm burst of air tickling Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I’ll meet them in the hangar bay. Send a couple nightwatch teams, too. And Crys?” 

“Yessir?” 

“Good soldiers keep their mouths shut.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

With the comm delivered, duty called. Like most mornings, Obi-Wan maneuvered in practiced coordination with Cody as they extracted themselves from the small bed. 

“Firm but fair,” Obi-Wan observed. Certainly a swifter approach to handling his misstep than whatever Obi-Wan was working towards have come up with. 

“I’m glad you approve of my leadership methods,” Cody wryly replied, pulling on his blacks. 

Obi-Wan snorted and, while picking up his own tunic, retrieved a hand guard that had ended up across the room. “Always, my dear,” he said, taking Cody’s palm in his and pressing the armor over the back of his gloved hand. 

Cody’s free hand rose to softly cup Obi-Wan’s cheek, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention. In one of their moments of shared understanding and purpose, both were drawn together for a soft press of lips and a kiss of foreheads before parting. 

“Now, would you like to go see this bug in our hangar?” Cody asked, flipping his helmet onto his head with a flourish.

“How do you always know exactly what to say to woo me, Cody?” Obi-Wan said, falling into step at Cody’s side as they began another day. 

[ninjigma]

Part 2/7 - Previous / Next

Track: ‘Glitter & Gold’ - Barns Courtney

Cody had always said Rex would be the death of him, but he never thought about it quite so literally until he was watching his younger brother running headlong towards The Kriffing Sith Lord with two lightsabers in his hands. The cry Cody let out didn’t even sound like a word, simply a guttural feeling of fear as Rex was launched thirty feet into the air without even a second of hesitation. 

It felt wrong. It was all wrong. Rex should never be alone like that. Cody was his big brother, he should always be there for him. He would die if he was alone, they always did. 

He isn’t alone.

Cody wasn’t sure how the thought had come to be, but with a sudden clarity it all made sense. The goal was clear and as Rex landed before Palpatine's sneering face Cody whipped around to Obi-Wan.

“General, I need to be up there!” he yelled.

Obi-Wan blinked at him. Obviously the thought of his commander, and more importantly love of his life, running towards what looked like certain death was not what he wanted to hear right now; especially when he already had his little brother potentially dying behind him. He even got so far as to scrunch up his nose and start to argue before Ahsoka cut in.

“Master Obi-Wan!” she yelled, still holding her ground by the cliff and using it as an advantage to launch droids off the edge. “Focus on the force. It is their fight!”

Cody didn’t really know what they were saying and he wasn’t sure he cared as he watched Palpatine's red saber slowly grow. “Obi-Wan,” he nearly whispered. “Please.”

Obi-Wan took a breath, smoke burning his throat and tears from more than just the sting of ash in his eyes. He held out his lightsaber, his very life, for Cody to take. “You are coming back to me.”

It was a statement; and Cody took it and the lightsaber with more reverence than he could ever convey. He let the blade come to life, flooding him in light as he met Obi-Wan's gaze. “Always.”

[ficfinder-general]

Heyo I have a very broad ask that I, myself cannot properly find

Just Ahsoka being Obi-wans padawan with codywan on the side

Cody and Ahsoka being besties is also greatly appreciated

Hi,

I'm so so sorry about the late reply, I totally forgot about this ask, it was buried in my drafts. I can't recall many fics like this, but I've been trying to put together a tiny list.

Ahsoka as Obi-Wan's padawan

Handle with care by K_R_Closson - Qui-Gon survives & Stewjoni have wings in this AU, which makes for some interesting worldbuilding. BUT to be fair, this is more codywan with taking Ahsoka as a padawan on the side but it does happen this also happens later on, so minor spoiler alert Rated M (mostly for language, though, if I recall correctly), 75k, completed, fix-it

Bitter Dregs by Livsy - AU in which Anakin goes undercover during the Rako Hardeen arc. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan grieve and try to move on. Bonus small moment between Ahsoka and Cody, 5.6k long one shot

Alpha-17 Would Like A Fucking Break by BitterChocolateStars (@bitter-chocolate-stars) another AU in which Qui-Gon survived. It's told from Alpha-17's POV which makes it h i l a r i o u s but also both codywan and Ahsoka-as-Obi-Wan's-padawan are on the side. 15k long one shot, fix-it.

Careless to let it fall by Artemisdesari - This one is ongoing and pretty long already (140k atm!), and to be perfectly honest, I haven't read all of it yet, but I like it so far, and Ahsoka does become Obi-Wan's padawan :)

Cody & Ahsoka

At cuyir payt nor'be by onepageatatime715 - a ficlet, Ahsoka is looking for Obi-Wan but finds Cody, very sweet :)

[des8pudels8kern]

57 - 83, correspondence in a haunted house :3

Codywan, warning for Order 66 and all that implies. Apologies to @ilthit; I know these aren't your blorbos. And apologies to everybody whose blorbos they are for the angst.

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The hut looks utilitarian from the outside, in the ugly way all buildings designed for hostile environments do - a squat, ugly thing, trying to protect life in the Tatooinian deserts that are so unforgiving to it. It reminds Cody of the war, of efficiently designed ships and makeshift shelters. Obi-Wan always hated the war, despite excelling at it.

"This isn't the kind of place I expected you to settle down in."

Cody's voice is hoarse. Who's to say from what. Lack of use. Too much of it.

"And yet, you found me." Obi-Wan's words flow the same way they always did, smooth like honey and crisp like fresh water, despite his having spent the last however kriffing many years as a hermit with no one to talk to but his personal demons.

Tatooine in general is nothing like the places Obi-Wan used to be most at ease, back when they worked together. He was at home in the lively cityscape of Coruscant, and enjoyed sojourns on planets teeming with green, living things.

"Cody, I-"

His voice is closer now. Cody didn't hear him move.

"Still not one for materialism, I see."

He slowly makes his way through the main room, stepping around sparse furnishings and careful to keep his eyes off the sleeping area.

"Well, a nexu can't change its stripes."

Obi-Wan is in front of him again, as if by magic, or some Force trick. There's a softness in his voice, and it sinks into Cody's gut like a vibroblade.

"I thought I changed." He stares at the ground because he can't look up at Obi-Wan, and he can't look back at the bed.

"Oh darling, that was never you."

"It still is me. I shouldn't have come. I should have stayed away."

"I've missed you."

Obi-Wan's feet shuffle into view, soft cloth coots and soft leg wrappings silent where Cody's beaten armour creaks with each breath he takes.

To be fair, they are rather heaving breaths.

"I've missed you too. Once I could again."

He's through the kitchen, now. There's a pantry to his left, and a bathroom to his right. That's the extend of the hut; there's nowhere else to go.

Obi-Wan stays in front of him, even as he turns around.

"I mourned you. I thought I killed you. When I heard rumours that you were still alive, I couldn't help myself."

There's a side door in the kitchen. He should go there instead of back to the living area. That's where the bed is.

"Cody, dear. You came all the way to see me. Won't you look at me? I promise, all that could happen already has."

He can hear the ventilation unit running to the side. Despite its reassuring hum, Cody can't breathe properly.

"I thought I was safe for you."

"Calm yourself, Cody. You are safe for me now."

They are standing close enough now that, underneath his armour, the hairs on Cody's arms stand on edge.

Cody gives up and looks up. He never could help himself, or he wouldn't have come in the first place.

Obi-Wan's eyes are blue, so blue, and the skin around them is lined with crow's feet and sorrow. Even now, the smile they crinkle with is sad.

"There you are, darling," he says. He's so close, and yet his breath doesn't cool the sweat on Cody's face.

Nothing more does happen as Cody looks at him and Cody, Cody finally gets to see him.

It already has, after all.

Through Obi-Wan, blue, blue, blue like the sky and just as untouchable, he can make out the shape of the corpse tangled in the sheets, a curl of steam still rising from the blaster hole C-2224 put between his eyes.

Good soldiers follow orders, the Jedi are traitors, and Cody sinks to the ground while the illusion of the man who paid for his mistake asks him to breathe.

[weirdcatperson1]

Just finished a Star Wars codywan fanfic I’m really proud of!

[deniigi]

Title: Shorn

Summary: Obi-Wan shaves his beard and there is great controversy in the hallway outside his quarters as the others await the reveal.

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And finally, finally the hiss of a door sounds. Kix has never been more grateful for General Kenobi in his life. He turns with relief in the center of his tongue, but it evaporates like sugar.

The person standing in the doorway of General Kenobi’s quarters is not General Kenobi.

“Woah,” Commander Tano says. “You look terrible.”

“Thank you, padawan,” the stranger says in exactly General Kenobi’s voice with his same accent, but with lips.

Visible lips. And moles. Visible moles.

“General,” CO Cody says. He salutes and the rest of his men follow his lead.

“At ease, Cody,” The impersonator sighs. “Is it that bad?”

“No sir,” CO Cody says without missing a beat. “It is nice to see you are refreshed, sir.”

General Skywalker curls his lips at him.

“Obi-Wan,” he starts.

“Refreshed is one way to put it,” General Kenobi (????) says. “Yes, Anakin?”

General Skywalker falters under the attention of his former-master. General Kenobi’s face is smooth now, and his lips turn down slightly at their corners in a manner that makes him look exhausted.

He has a deep dimple in his chin. Who knew?

“It’s nothing,” General Skywalker says.

CO Cody holds his gaze with a quirked brow. The General glowers.

“Nothing?” General Kenobi asks. “What’re you all doing here?”

“Awaiting your return, sir,” CO Cody says.

“It’s a fire hazard, Cody. In this hallway? I’m disappointed,” Kenobi says.

CO Cody inclines his head as if to say ‘and you’re very welcome.’ Kenobi studies him for a moment before the exhausted corners of his lips lift slightly.

“Well, get on with it,” he says. “How do I look? Be honest, Cody.”

“Like shit, sir,” CO Cody says from the chest.

“Handsome shit?” Kenobi asks.

“As a mule’s ass.”

Kenobi beams. CO Cody surveys him with nonchalance.

“Do you need guidance returning to the bridge, General?” he asks.

“Oh yes, I am helpless, dear. Downtrodden and traumatized. Please escort me.”

CO Cody nods and holds out his arm. General Kenobi threads his under it and allows CO Cody to take a few steps before turning back to take in General Anakin’s silent fuming.

“Anakin,” he says after a beat, “Please refrain from insulting my commander. I enjoy the privilege of status he allows me to feel every fortnight.”

The last nail slams into the coffin.

“If you are good, I will consider allowing you feel it tonight,” CO Cody says smoothly.

“Oh, dearest, you are too kind,” Kenobi croons. “Shall we clear the schedule?”

“Not on your life.”

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[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Inspired by Fanart, codywan - Freeform, Poetic, Sparring, Established Relationship, What happens on the sparring mat, Stays on the sparring mat, Fluff and Smut, Ficlet Series: Part 3 of CodyWan, Part 49 of Fandom Shorts Summary:

They’re sparring, with their lightsabers (yes, Cody was one too) at least that was the idea…

Part of Cody/Obi-Wan series

[hawkeykirsah]

Here is my first fill for @codywansleepbingo​. I haven’t decided yet if I want to post my fills separately on AO3 (if I do more than one) or put all up together, so for now I’ll just share it here. Anyway, this is just Obi-Wan and Cody on Tatooine being soft and sharing a bed(roll).

Prompts used: Bedroll, Sleep Positions: On Side, Jetpacking, Oversleep Words:~700 Rating G, no warnings apply!

Fic and bingo card under the cut!

“How long will you stay?” Obi-Wan asked, idly turning the mug in his hands. They had talked for hours after he had returned from town and found Cody by his hut. His gut churned, waiting for Cody’s answer.

“As long as you’ll have me,” Cody replied, meeting his gaze calmly. 

Relief crested through him, “As long as you want.”

Cody snorted. “I wasn’t planning on leaving you alone again, not after—” He made an aborted movement and glanced around, brow furrowing as he took in the old GAR-issue bedroll, blankets, and furs on the nook Obi-Wan slept on.

Obi-Wan followed his gaze, “It might be a tight fit but I think we can make it work, if you want. And if you don’t mind sleeping by the wall.” He frowned. “Nights get freezing cold here on Tatooine,” he went on hesitantly, casting a careful glance at Cody. “It might be best to…join the bedrolls and share.” Already the cold was seeping in through the small window slots. By morning any liquid left openly in the room would be frosted over.

Cody nodded. “Conserving body heat, that sounds reasonable. I’m not sure if we can combine the bedrolls, though,” he said with a snort, unpacking his own. “We might have to improvise.”

“Ye of little faith,” Obi-Wan sighed, a fond smile dancing on the edges of his lips, stretching out his legs and bumping casually against Cody’s.

#

It took some time and improvisation but eventually they managed to wrangle both rolls together into the sleeping nook, additional blankets over the thin mats to keep the cold from seeping in from below, and another on top along with a bantha pelt. Once they were done, they stood awkwardly, glancing at each other and then the bed, an odd hesitancy in the air. Finally, Obi-Wan let out a slow breath and began undressing, slipping under the covers as soon as he was down to a single layer of clothing. He held up the furs and blankets in invitation.

“Are you really comfortable with me being, uh, so close?” Cody asked, still standing next to the bed, fingers lingering on the closure of his belt.

 Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow. “You said the chip has been removed and you’ve been here for hours now, Cody, and haven’t tried to attack me once, so, yes, I’m comfortable with you so close. I trust you with my life. Now, come, it’s getting cold.”

The hint of a smile flitted across Cody’s face and some tension drained from his shoulders. He toed off his boots and dressed down to the blacks he still wore under his clothing and crawled in beside Obi-Wan, murmuring an apology as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“Sleep well,” Obi-Wan said softly once Cody settled, stretched out beside him, and reached for his hand, squeezing it once before rolling onto his side. 

“You, too,” Cody whispered, voice already slurring. “Good night.” He’d always had the ability to sleep at the drop of a hat, much to Obi-Wan’s envy. It wasn’t that he’d had trouble sleeping during the war—well, sometimes—but he’d never had the ability to drift off pretty much the moment he closed his eyes.

Obi-Wan hummed in response and closed his eyes, listening to the even breaths at his back and the faint sounds coming in from outside—the distant lowing of a bantha, the faint scurrying of sand lizards reminding him to check his traps in the morning, the wind ever-howling—and slowly slipped into sleep.

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He woke the next morning, slowly emerging from a seemingly dreamless sleep, warm and rested in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Hot breath dusted over the nape of his neck, a heavy weight thrown over his side, holding him close, a leg slung over his thigh. It was so tempting to just…relax into Cody’s warm embrace and enjoy the soft brush of lips against his skin but the eopie needed feeding.  He had overslept by at least an hour, judging by the light falling in through the narrow window slits telling him it was already later than the poor beast was used to being tended to.

Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder, twisting a little in Cody’s embrace to get a better look at his sleep-soft face, some lines of exhaustion smoothed away, and smiled.

[lothcatthree]

my darling<3<3 i have very much enjoyed everything you've told me about the coffee/pastry shop au so feel free to feed me more (pun intended) but i am also very intrigued by this ballerina au 👀👀

hi babe!!! sorry this took so long, but i got my ass in gear and made a snippet.

(psst, @brokenphoenix99 @violentcheese @forloveofcodywan @halfwaytoknowhere this one is for y'all too)

here, obi-wan is a professional ballerina and cody is an ex-marine who decided to be a sports medicine physical therapist at a clinic owned by kix. waxer is a kindergarten teacher, which isn't important to the plot but i thought you'd like that info <3

this would be another long-ish fic where obi-wan starts out as cody's patient and ends up pursuing him. cody is very confused because he's trying to stay professional, but obi-wan is so handsome and nice and funny and goddammit he's making cody fall in love with him, ethics be damned.

hilarity and shenanigans ensue.

here's a snippet for their first meeting (obi-wan gets to be a little slutty, as a treat)

Cody is a professional, you see.

He’s never had an issue separating work from his personal life, which really hasn’t been difficult, seeing as most of his patients have been teenaged athletes or huge burly football players that speak a grand total of five words to Cody and prefer to communicate through grunts and pointing at where it hurts.

And then there’s Obi-Wan.

When Cody heard he was being referred to a new client, a professional ballerina, Cody expected something like a tiny, rail-thin person to walk through his door with shitty ankles and a shittier attitude. Not that Cody has anything against ballerinas, specifically, but his only experience has been movies and TV shows and sue him for never meeting one in person.

And then…

There’s Obi-Wan.

Cody is not expecting the man that does walk through the door of the clinic with bright blue eyes, a kind smile, and soft auburn hair that falls just above his shoulders. Where Cody expected all ballerinas to be sharp edges, this man just looks so… soft.

And then he speaks.

“Hi, my name is Obi-Wan. I’m here to see…” Obi-Wan trails off and checks his phone, “Dr. Cody Fett?”

Cody springs into action from where he was more or less creepily lurking in the clinic, watching from a spot that gives him a view of the front desk. It’s his favorite spot to throw things at Jesse, their receptionist, when he’s not looking.

Cody strides into the lobby, attempting to act casual and if he wasn’t just gawking over the man that walked in. The man’s (Obi-Wan, Cody reminds himself) eyes dart to him and Cody tries to keep a straight face, but it feels like he’s burning under the gaze for some reason.

“Hi, that’s me,” Cody curves around the desk and stands a few feet in front of Obi-Wan, extending a hand.

Obi-Wan offers him another smile; a flash of white teeth and a small dimple on his chin. Cody watches his eyes assess Cody and dip down his body, but Cody brushes it off. It’s not the first time a patient has checked him out, though usually they’re more subtle.

He quickly sets the water bottle he’s carrying (it’s covered in stickers, and Cody registers a pride flag sticker, but decides to shove that information away) onto the desk to shake Cody’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for getting me into your schedule so quickly. I have a recital coming up in a few weeks and I really need to get this bum knee figured out,” Obi-Wan says, taking his hand away and gesturing to his right knee, which is covered in a brace that fits underneath the hem of his biker shorts.

Cody returns his hand to his side, sliding it into the pocket of his black scrub joggers and politely laughs. He has the urge to ask where Obi-Wan’s (wonderfully smooth) accent is from, but that’s got nothing to do with his care and Cody internally chastises himself.

Focus.

“It’s no problem. Why don’t you go ahead and come back with me and we can figure out what’s going on? You can put your stuff on that table at the back” Cody says, gesturing to some cubbies they got for free when Waxer emptied out his old classroom.

Obi-Wan shoots him a grateful smile and begins walking into the clinic just ahead of Cody. After a step, though, Obi-Wan drops his phone, which would be fine, except he abruptly bends at the waist to pick it up. His back arches probably a little more than necessary, and the biker shorts don’t leave a lot of his body to the imagination.

Cody, thanking every possible deity that he still has quick reflexes from his Marine days, stops and flies a hand out to grip the desk to prevent himself from tripping and promptly running his pelvis into what is, unfortunately, a fantastic ass.

Obi-Wan grabs his phone and stands back up fluidly, turning over his shoulder to shoot Cody a smile that, well… It's been a while since Cody’s gotten around, but he could swear it’s flirtatious.

“Sorry. Can’t bend at the knees,” Obi-Wan explains, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.

In fact, he quickly drags his eyes down Cody’s body and Cody could swear he bites his lip before turning on his heel and walking to the cubbies.

Cody doesn’t respond and he feels his face has heated up, so he turns to Jesse to make sure that all of that actually just happened. Jesse turns from where he was watching Obi-Wan and looks to Cody with slightly raised brows before he gets a look at Cody’s blush and bites his lip to hide a smile.

“Did you se-” Cody begins to whisper.

“I saw it,” Jesse nods and snickers.

Cody blinks dumbly at Jesse, his systems still a little offline as he tries to process that a patient (a beautiful one, but that’s entirely besides the point) just openly flirted with him and tried to get him to look at his ass (it worked, but that’s entirely besides the point).

Jesse looks over at Obi-Wan again and breaks out into an amused grin, his hand coming up to rub at his mouth. He turns to look at Cody again and Cody is a little scared of what he just saw.

Jesse jerks his head over to Obi-Wan and Cody gulps before looking over there. Obi-Wan is working on re-tying his shoes, which is innocent enough, but…

That motherfucker is bending at the knee.

[flowerparrish]

I wanna be uber specific for the writing prompts so codywan + brand new neighbours au but in a canon divergent no o66 universe

oooh YES OKAY LET'S GOOOO:

Obi-Wan sighed as he looked over the small dwelling he had been given leave of for his stay in this smaller community on an outer rim planet that barely believed the Jedi existed.

There was a great deal of work to be done re-establishing their presence outside of the core of the Republic, but after war and betrayal and corruption, Obi-Wan found himself... tired. He raised his hand to the door, paused as his fingers clasped the handle of it, and steeled himself.

He didn't know how to build a life somewhere this far from the Jedi temple--from his Jedi family--but he needed time, and space, and also to prove to himself that there was good in the world worth protecting.

"Everything okay?" he glanced over to see a man standing by the door to the neighboring dwelling, a scar over his eye but a friendly smile on his too-familiar face. He felt calm, peaceful, steady, and bright in a way Obi-Wan had long forgotten after too long surrounded by suffering and distress and ill intentions.

"...yes," he said softly after a too-long pause. "Apologies. I am..." Master Kenobi, he should say, but he found it difficult to feel like a Jedi Master at the moment. "I'm Obi-Wan."

"Cody," the man who surely must have once been a clone trooper replied. "Nice to meet you."

Obi-Wan found it was a little bit easier to summon up a genuine smile in an echo of the goodwill being aimed his way by the man. By Cody. "You as well."

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this was a lot more than 3 paragraphs OOPS but also I LIKE IT A LOT AND I HOPE YOU DO TOO!! thank you for the prompt!!

[nimue44]

If there were butt dialing in the Star Wars galaxy… 

Anakin dismissed the incoming comm call with the flick of a finger, not sparing the message a glance away from the report Rex had handed him. 

“Avoiding someone, sir?”

“It’s just Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, as if that were enough explanation for ignoring the high general of the GAR, not to mention his friend and trusted mentor. 

“Aren’t he and Cody en route to an urgent diplomatic summit?”

(mild nsfw but not super explicit continued below the cut)

Anakin snorted, “Yeah, and better them than us, captain.” Anakin finally finished studying the report and handed the pad back to Rex. “Besides, Obi-Wan has been accidentally comming me for the last hour. Every time I answer it’s just him and Cody in the background talking about paperwork or him and Cody shuffling paperwork or him and Cody moving supply crates.” 

“Moving supply crates?” Rex was dubious, he couldn’t imagine their shuttle had much in the way of heavy objects or the space in which to move them around. 

“I don’t know, it sounded like they were getting a workout exerting themselves,” Anakin shrugged. 

Bzzt, his comm announced an incoming transmission, this time a holocomm. 

“Maybe now he’s really calling,” Rex said. 

With a put-upon sigh, Anakin moved his arm in place to display the transmission and Rex moved alongside him for a better view. 

The blue projector flickered to life and rendered a very grainy, very low-res, very naked backside of a human male – if Anakin recognized it, his comprehension didn’t show through his surprise. But Rex, Rex would know that ass anywhere – it was his ass, the same ass he shared with millions of his brothers. But this ass could only belong to one of his brothers. And since it was Obi-Wan’s holocomm, those must be the jedi’s hands wrapped around Cody. After another moment of rendering, the holoprojector revealed Obi-Wan’s grainy blue face behind – under – Cody. 

“Obi-Wan?!” Anakin yelped. Even with the low quality projection, Rex could see Obi-Wan’s eyes widen just before the image flickered off. 

With the holo dark, Anakin’s hands flew immediately to cover his eyes. Of course it was far too late to be useful, but Rex understood the impulse. They stood in silence for a beat, both coming to terms with their newfound knowledge. 

Rex ticked through a number of options to leverage Cody’s good fortune in his own favor – start a betting pool? Exchange his silence for better ration packet flavors? If Cody was getting lucky, Rex didn’t see why he shouldn’t benefit, too.

Anakin groaned. “I have to find out if there’s a way to use the Force to wipe memories,” he said, before trudging away.

[brigittttoo]

Drudenfuß - Codywan Werewolf AU Sequel

"The smell of him is also the smell of magic. It’s spiced and warm and layered with blood and dirt and feathers, like those parts of the forest where the death cap grows. Cody smells like this and instead of shying away, Obi-Wan breathes deeply, can never get enough. He wants to sink his claws in and pull."

Read here on AO3! There is also another research appendix for all you fellow nerds :)

[ficfinder-general]

Hey! Looking for a specific Codywan fic. I’m on the hunt but have had no luck yet. This summary will definitely contain spoilers.

Cody and a few other clones (might be like Waxer and Boil? Usual suspects) are on a mission and get captured by some smugglers who turn out to not be smuggling animals, but people. Meanwhile Obi-wan is ALSO on the ship undercover as a sith, and he helps them escape by kissing Cody to slip him the key.

This blog is a lovely idea! Thanks!

Hi, I think this is Smuggled in by GalateaGalvanized :)

There's also a variation of the fic from Obi-Wan's POV called Running Contraband by adiduck!

I'm happy to help, if I can, thanks for asking!