#comforting commander cody

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Comforting Commander Cody Part 3

Summary:

Most of the time it's the Reader who has to comfort Cody. Sometimes the Commander has to step in and comfort the Reader... even if she doesn't realize she needs it

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! This is part 3 of Comforting Commander Cody which is a prequel spin-off to A Sniper's Competition (which I promise I am still working on!). Just a reminder that Cody and Reader are just close friends who have a friends with benefits arrangement. I say this because there is a tiny hint of Fives x Reader in this story which plays into the universe of a Sniper's Competition. I hope you all enjoy this and please remember that likes, comments and reblogs are my literal life blood.

Warnings:

Smut smut smutty smut smut

Mando'a Translation:

Vod= sibling/brother

Mesh’la= beautiful

Kate kibbur = good try 

Shabuir = jerk

Ade = children

Al’verde = Commander

Vod’ika= little sibling 

Ner burc’ya = my friend

Part 1

Part 2

Main Series

Part 3:

“What’s going on, Rex? What’s the emergency?” A voice asked as the doors to Rex’s quarters whooshed open. It almost sounded like….

“Thanks for coming, Cody,” Rex said, confirming my suspicions. I turned my mental focus back to the data pad in front of me, trying to ignore them.

“What’s the emergency, Rex?”

“Her.”

I could feel their eyes on me and I had a feeling I knew what they were seeing. My normally neatly plated hair was a tangled mess, 3 days of battlefield dust interwoven with each strand. My upper half was only covered by my form-fitted blacks, which were now more brown from exposure, while my lower body was still kitted up, armor covered in scuffs and dings. 

“What about her?” Cody asked hesitantly, a hint of concern in his tone. 

“She hasn’t slept in four days and she won’t sleep now. She ships out with-“

“Me tomorrow morning before sunrise,” Cody finished. He called my name, but I tuned it out, not interested in whatever they were going to discuss about me. It would only distract me from my work. I was so engrossed that I hadn’t felt someone approach from behind. I jumped as a hand fell lightly on my shoulder and Cody said my name. I grunted in reply. 

“Did she just grunt at me?” Cody asked Rex over his shoulder. 

“She’s been doing that a lot, Vod,” Rex answered with annoyance. Cody said my name again. 

“Busy,” I muttered, eyes still scanning my data pad. He tried to get my attention one more time and all I could do was growl at him to go away.

“This isn’t going to work for me,” Cody grunted before I felt a firm grip on my chin. He roughly pulled my head to face him, grip nearly bruising. 

“Look at me mesh’la,” Cody demanded, his tone slipping into one of a Commander. 

“What?” I spat, trying to pull my face from his grip but he held firm. 

“Why did Rex have to call me?” He questioned. 

“I don’t know why Rex called you but I’m busy trying to finish these reports, so you can go now,” I ground out. 

“Jate kebbur,” Cody muttered before I felt myself lifted from the chair and slung over an armored shoulder. I was speechless for a moment when I heard Cody say;

“Way bye bye to Rexxie. I’ve got her from here.”

I gasped as I saw Rex wave goodbye to me as he tried to hold back a laugh. 

“Put me down you shabuir!” I shrieked as we made our way down the hall. The lingering clones who occupied the space chuckled as they heard my insult. 

“Laugh all you want ade. I’ll be coming for you.” I threatened to some of them. Some of the shinies turned pale while the seasoned officers chuckled under their breath. I yelped as a firm smack echoed off of my armored ass.

“Behave,” Cody muttered.

“Yes, Al’verde,” I purred back at him. He groaned at the name and hoisted me further onto his shoulder as he got into one of the lifts. When he turned to the front, I was left facing the bare grey wall.

“Want to tell me why you’re kidnapping me?” I questioned.

“You need a distraction.”

I let out a heavy sigh, my previous somber mood threatening to overtake me.

“No I need to finish those reports. I-“

Any further argument from me was cut short by the lift doors opening and two sets of loud laughter echoing off the walls.

“Ok Echo, I’ll give you one guess of whose ass is slung over the commander's shoulder.”

“C’mom Fives, even a shiny could guess that.”

Cody snorted out a laugh before passing the soldiers by with a mock salute. I pointed my finger threateningly at Echo.

“Just remember I know where you sleep, vod’ika.”

Echo made a sound of outrage at being called “little brother,” but Fives’ lips quirked up into a smirk. 

“If you ever want to know where I sleep, I’d be more than happy to show you.”

Echo quickly smacked Fives across his armored chest and the two devolved into a minor wrestling match right there in the hall. Flirting was not uncommon from Fives, but I had noticed a warm fuzziness had started forming in my chest after some of his comments.

“You should put the man out of his misery and ask him out sometime,” Cody offered. I groaned. 

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

He shrugged and not too long after that he paused and I heard the telltale beep of him keying into his door. A few moments later I was thrown onto his bed. Before I could orientate myself, Cody was on top of me, pressing firmly against me and holding my hands over my head. 

“You going to tell me what’s going on now?” He questioned, face inches from mine. I gulped. The authority in his tone was withering away at my resistance. 

“I just have a lot of reports to do. Especially since I’m leaving with you guys tomorrow and probably will head straight to the field so I have to finish these tonight.”

“That’s also why you need to get some sleep,” Cody said, fingers tightening around my wrists. “You know as well as I do that being awake this long screws with your head.”

I pushed against him, testing how serious he was being. His grip wouldn’t budge, and his body was rigid against mine, less like a lover and more like an opponent trying to pin the enemy down. 

“You and I both know if I don’t finish these reports then the batch mates of all the men who died will never know what happened to their brothers,” I said in a hushed tone. “If I don’t contact them personally then no one else will bother.”

Cody deflated a bit at my words, knowing I was right. 

“Mesh’la, you know that I love that you do that. I adore that you do what us commanders try to do, but if you get injured or die tomorrow then what? Who’s going to tell them then? Who’s going to tell all of us?”

Air flew from my lungs at the sincerity in his gaze. 

“It was a bad one, Cody,” I said quietly after a few moments of silence. “We lost so many men in the last few days, men who were placed under my command for this mission. I just don’t want any of them to be forgotten.”

“I know ner burc’ya” Cody replied as he release one of my wrists to caress my face. “But I need you to relax, too. You’re too tense and I can see how much the stress is taking out of you.”

“I couldn’t relax if I tried,” I said honestly. “I just keep seeing their faces.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but Cody’s lips on mine cut me off. It was an aggressive kiss, one full of force and a clear display of dominance. Before I could get lost in the feel of his mouth, I pulled back as far as I could, which really wasn’t much considering I was still pressed to the thin mattress of his bed. 

“Cody…” I began but he cut me off.

“Your Commander is telling you to do this,” his authoritative side fully present. “And if you do this, I’ll help you with your reports afterwards.”

That was the thing about Cody, he’d never force me to do something I didn’t want in that moment, even if the dominant and submissive dynamic had been long agreed upon. Part of me wanted to deny him, to return to my reports and all consuming thoughts of the fallen, but another, much larger part, wanted to focus on the tantalizing warmth of his body that leached out between the gaps in his armor. 

“Yes, sir,” I purred, nodding my agreement. With a growl, he kissed me again, tongue sweeping along my lower lip before nipping it roughly. I tried to wind the fingers of my free hand into his short hair, but with lightning speed he gripped it and returned it to the spot over my head. I whined in protest and his lips left mine, trailing to the shell of my ear. 

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll reward you.”

The fanning of his breath over my ear made me shiver beneath him. I forced myself to relax beneath the hardness of the armor he still wore. 

“There she is,” Cody purred when he felt the resistance leave me. “Such a good girl for her commander.”

I couldn’t have stopped the moan that left me at his words and the way his tongue traced down my neck. He kissed and sucked along the sensitive skin, leaving bruising marks before soothingly kissing them. When he reached the collar of my blacks, he rose to meet my gaze. With a watchful eye, he released my arms. I stayed perfectly still, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted me to do. His face lit into a smug smile as he reached for the hem of top and pulled the skin tight clothing over my head, leaving me in only a simple chest binder. Rather than unclasp the back of it, he pulled it roughly downwards, exposing my breasts to him. 

With a hum he leaned down and circled one of my nipples with his tongue. My back arched, body pressing to meet him, but with one strong hand he held me down. 

“I think you needed this more than you said,” Cody murmured before resuming the twirling of his tongue.

“Kriff,” I groaned out as he sucked on my now hardened nipple. The hand not holding me down moved to my other breast, toying with the flesh around the neglected bud. 

“The other one, too. Please Al’verde,” I gasped. He chuckled as his glove covered hand harshly rubbed over it. I gasped at the roughness of the battlescarred fabric, loving the feeling of it toying with me. With both of his hands occupied with my tits, his lips kissed their way downward until they hit the edge of armor. Swiftly, and with a touching gentleness, he removed my lower armor piece by piece, with the last once being my codpiece.

He kissed lightly against my covered mound before dragging his hands down my hips and spreading my legs. His kisses went over my clothed core, drawing whines from me. He rose, face coming up close to mine.

“Did you want me to do something with this?” He questioned as he palmed my entire pussy. “Is this what my good girl wants?” 

His finger pressed harder into my slit, just barely brushing my clit and nearly making me come off the bed in anticipation. 

“Please Commander, please!”

“Are you going to do exactly what I say?” He questioned, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

I nodded eagerly.

“Words. Use your words mesh’la.” 

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to take off my armor and blacks. While I do that, I want you to finish getting undressed and get on your knees for me. When you do, I want you to touch yourself as much as you want. My only rule is that you can’t cum. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

With a dry laugh he stood and began to slowly undo his armor. There was no urgency in his movements unlike mine. I got my lower blacks and underwear off as fast as humanly possible and unclasped the hanging chest binder in record time. 

“Bed or floor?” I questioned before kneeling. 

“Bed. I want to see every move you make.”

I could feel myself become wetter at his words as I knelt facing him on the bed. His gaze was hot on me as I reached between my legs to gently toy with my clit. A gasp escaped me as I felt the wetness that had pooled there, spurring me further to play with the bundle of nerves. 

“Kriff,” Cody cursed as he watched me inch closer to the brink. He still hadn’t sped up his movements, only his top half bare. It hadn’t taken as long as I thought it would for me to near the edge of pleasure as my movements quickened. I could feel that precipice approaching and I was hoping Cody wouldn’t notice. Maybe I could get away with cumming without his permission just this once. 

Before I could go any further, a hand clamped around my neck applying firm pressure. 

“Don’t tell me you were about to do what I think you were going to do?”

“No, sir,” I gasped as he squeezed harder. Even though my hand had stilled against my clit, the growing pleasure hadn’t abated. The pressure on my neck prolonged it, letting it linger. 

“That’s what I thought,” he said as he gently petted my hair. “My good girl would never do that.” 

I tried to reply, but the hold on my neck was too much to speak around. 

“You’re going to circle that clit very slowly while I finish with my armor and then we’ll see if you still get your reward.”

I nodded as best I could, but he didn’t move. 

“Let’s see it. Start playing with yourself cyar’ika. Show me how good you are for me.”

The little brain power I had left focused on that one command and sluggishly made my hand move. The combination of the renewed stimulation and the continued choking were heady and filled my body with a humming feeling. 

“Good girl,” he hummed as he released my neck. Air swept back into me as I gasped, the humming under my skin turning into a full on buzzing.

As Cody continued taking off his armor, my hand kept a slow and steady pace. The previous precipice I was hovering on had disappeared, but it left just enough stimulation to keep the desperation present. 

When Cody finally removed his last piece of armor, his codpiece, I whined. His dick was clearly straining against the thin fabric and my mouth watered at the thought of his length filling either my mouth or my pussy. It sprung free as he removed the pants, almost making me speed up the pace of the hand on my clit.

Cody moved over to me, hard cock close enough to lick. He petted my hair again, almost soothingly. 

“You did so good for me,” He commended. “Do you want your reward now?” 

I nodded eagerly.

“Oh please Al’verde.”

He leaned closer to my ear and one of his hands covered mine, speeding up the pace I circled my clit with  and adding more tantalizing pressure. 

“Cum for me.”

I was shocked at how quickly my body responded to him because in a matter of seconds I was catapulted over the edge of pleasure. A cry left my lungs as all of my muscles tensed and released within the same second. My mind numbed as a rush of white hot electricity zapped through it. My hand stilled on my clit but Cody’s kept it moving, working me through the orgasm. As I began to calm, his pace quickened again and he easily slid two fingers into my leaking hole. They curled upwards and I nearly came off the bed at the feeling. 

“Again,” he commanded against my ear before burying his face in my neck, kissing along the bruises he had left before. With a few more pulls of his fingers and circles of my clit I was cumming again. I wasn’t sure if any sound left me that time because the rushing in my ears was too loud to hear anything over. As I slowly came down from whatever plane of existence I had teleported to, I could hear Cody whispering soothing placations in my ear. 

“Such a good girl. So good for me. So good for your Commander.” 

Without any warning, he pushed his cock into me fully until his pubic bone was pressing against my overly sensitive clit. 

“Cody!” I gasped, mind still too numb to realize my mistake. A harsh smack fell on my clit making me yelp.

“What was that?” He demanded as he stayed there fully sheathed within me. I needed him to move, needed to feel him filling me over and over again. 

“Commander! Please move, Commander. You’re my Commander!” I babbled in desperation as I clawed at his back. 

“That’s right,” He urged as he pulled out and plunged back in, pushing the air from my lungs. “I’m your Commander. And your Commander wants you to cum on my cock.” 

His hand wove between our bodies and pressed lightly on my clit, adding just enough pressure to not overstimulate me. His dick reached that perfect spot deep within me and it only took a few more thrusts to send me soaring again. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing this time. Everything around me faded away except for the feeling of Cody continuing to pump into me, drawing out my latest orgasm. His fingers brushed against my clit, causing a jolt to shoot through me. 

“Too much. Oh Maker, too much,” I protested at the sensation against my overstimulated clit. His pressure lightened but didn’t disappear. 

“Come on, give me one more. I know you can do it,” He urged as he continued plunging into me. With every brush of his cock against that spot deep within me I could feel my muscles growing ever tauter. 

“Give me one more darling and then you’re done. Then you can rest.”

With a sobbing cry I was pushed over the cliff. The only thing I could hear was the sound of Cody’s yell as he filled me. The only thing I could see was the flash of white light behind my closed lids. And all I could feel was the overwhelming explosion of pure bliss overtaking every inch of me. 

I wasn’t sure when I finally came down from my high, but I could hear Cody’s placating voice.

“Shhhhh mesh’la. Shhhh. You did so good. You did amazing. Just rest now.”

And like the good girl I was, I did exactly as I was told. 

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The next time my eyes opened, I was curled up against a still naked Cody, his arms holding me close. I wore an oversized shirt that was soft against my skin. The sound of an alarm had woken me, but it had quickly been snoozed by the other occupant in the bed. I couldn’t recall exactly what brought me to this position, but my groggy mind was fine with letting the rhythmic breathing from Cody lull us back to sleep. Of course the rational side of my mind couldn’t let that happen. 

I shot into a sitting position, mind racing as I recalled the events of the night before. Cody groaned my name, pulling gently on my arm.

“Lay back down. We still have a half hour before we need to be up.”

“Cody, the reports. I never did the reports!” I panicked as I tried to climb out of the bed but he quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down next to him. 

“Cody,” I growled, not pleased with him delaying me once again. 

“The reports are done and the notices have been sent out,” he grumbled against my neck. “Rex and I finished them after you fell asleep.”

“You what?” I gasped. He scrubbed a hand over his face and cracked open his sleep heavy lids. 

“You needed to sleep so I commed Rex and told him I needed him to help me finish the reports for you. He was more than willing to help me make sure you got some rest before we ship out today.”

I couldn’t help the tears that welled in my eyes. 

“You guys didn’t need to do that,” I said. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. 

“We both love you. You’re one of our closest friends and you constantly try to find ways to make our lives better. You need to learn to let us return the favor sometimes.”

I wrapped my arms around him, curling into his bare chest as I thanked him again. The room fell silent and a thought came to me as I began to doze again. 

“Hey, Cody?” I asked. He hummed in response. 

“Are you telling me Rex was in here after we fucked?”

A loud laugh left him as he pulled me closer.

“Oh that’s exactly what happened.” 

My laugh joined his.

“Exactly how red did he turn when he saw me sleeping in your bed?”

“His face was the color of Fox’s armor.”

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After the next alarm, Cody and I had risen and gotten ready to ship out. We quickly showered together and he helped me wipe away the grime of the battlefield. It was a good thing the cleaning droid would be coming after we left because his bed now looked like a war zone from me rolling around in it. We both donned our blacks and armor and prepped to run to Rex’s room where the upper half of my kit still was. When we reached his room, I let myself in without buzzing. I had hoped to stay quiet enough to not wake him, but Rex was a heavily trained soldier and he immediately shot upwards to assess the threat entering his room.

“Shhhh, Rexxie. It’s just me. Go back to sleep.”

He mumbled my name in question. Eyes squinting at the hallway light slicing through the darkness of his room. 

“I just need to get my stuff before I leave,” I told him as I grabbed my half empty duffle bag with the rest of my kit and the sniper case next to it. 

Rex reached out his hand for me to take and as I took it he pulled me in for a hug. 

“Be safe, Vod,” he said softly as he held me close. 

“Always, Vod. Always,” I replied. “And thank you for last night. I love you guys, too.” 

He let out a happy hum and I pushed him back down on the bed. He had gotten less sleep than me and had been awake just as long. Thankfully, he was getting a week of leave after this last mission as he waited for new soldiers to join the 501st. I kissed him on the forehead and wished him well before leaving his room and letting the door whoosh shut behind me. 

Cody was waiting for me outside and we turned to head to the hanger. As we were about to leave the hallway, we nearly ran into a certain ARC Trooper. 

“Fives!” I said a little too excitedly. The butterflies from the day before had returned at the sight of the trooper. 

“Good morning to you, too. And you Commander,” he greeted with a knowing smirk. “I was just heading to check in with the Captain about training.”

“Let him sleep,” Cody said. “You and your men can take the morning off. I’ll send out an official alert.”

“Thank you, sir,” Fives answered gratefully. He cleared his throat after a moment of silence. 

“Well it was great seeing you both. I’ll just be heading back to bed now.”

He looked to me, mischief clear in his gaze.

“Offer is always open for you to join me sometime.”

I couldn’t help the blush that rose my cheeks as he walked away. Cody nudged me with his elbow, chin beckoning towards Fives’ retreating form. 

“Hey, Fives?” I blurted without thinking. 

He stopped and turned, waiting to see what I would say. 

“How about next time I’m stationed with the 501st we grab a cup of Caf?”

“It’s a date,” He said without hesitation. A happy smile had overtaken his lips and he gave a sweet wave before walking away.

“About damned time,” Cody joked. I balked, elbowing him back.

“You are such a meddler!”

“If I didn’t meddle you’d never get laid!” He shot back as we made our way to the hanger.

“On the topic of getting laid,” A posh voice said from the other side of me. “Could you possibly keep it down next time you’re having night time activities in the room next to mine, Al’verde.” 

For the first time in a very very long time, Cody looked sheepish as Obi Wan admonished him. The snark had been clear in the pointed use of Cody’s preferred term of authority in the bedroom. I couldn’t help the laugh that left me. Obi Wan turned to me, a threat in his eyes.

“And don’t even get me started on what you were sending through the force last night.”

I stopped laughing after that. 

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[autumnalfallingleaves]

The thing about Commander Cody fans is that they will see a Cody that is five pixels max and experience shrimp emotions

It's me I'm Commander Cody fans

[skywalkerrtno]

WE GOT WOLFFE BACK YEEESS

I LOVED THESE EPISODES.

[chiliger]

Bone.

[thesunlikehoney]

HELLO EVERYBODY. I HAVE. ART.

Cody had a bad day. He needed a hug T-T

This is a commission from my friend @ivvmell, of a scene from my fic I will wait for this to end. They have done some jaw-dropping art for my fics and for Star Wars in general and it was really wonderful to work with them on this! (As far as I know, their commissions are still open!! Go get some epic art!!!)

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan in his natural habitat in the temple sleeps in a loft bed (it was supposed to be storage he said cat instinct and turned it into a loft bed they’re shockingly common with Jedi tbh tho) and under 17 fluffy blankets with a pregnancy pillow (he’s not pregnant he just can’t sleep off his stomach if he don’t got one and sometimes autism requires squishing to keep it all down) and three more fluffy blankets on top of him. He has an optional Padawan or pet (not really a pet, just whomever followed him how from the gardens today) in bed with him also. And he’s got a projector on the wall and has a night stand with water and gaming devices so he can survive up there forever.

The clones, who have learned to sleep with full kute coverings and usually without blankets or pillows cause they just pass out on each other, most of whom identified with their Jedi for having similar sleeping types if they weren’t human, realize they are quite horrified by his Stewjoni nesting instinct. And he’s offended and refuses to sleep with any of them till they apologize to his favorite stuffed animal for insulting his HOUSE. Fuck you bitches he and Master Sparkle Bantha deserve better.

Cody is groveling while Alpha is still trying to negotiate a less intense number of blankets and Anakin is just shaking his head like ‘it’s not worth it Bro’ and Alpha is like ‘shut up ur an omega too you brat’ and that’s the last straw, you called them omegas now Cody is asking what an omega is and Alpha is trying to figure out how to keep his AO3 account hidden from his vod’e and nvm he’ll sleep in the barracks forever-

Obi-Wan holds this info over his head like a guillotine and convinced him to get in the damn nest right this second and cuddle him better.

If you don’t sleep with at least two comforters and a queen sized fuzzy blanket then I don’t trust you. Yes I refuse to trust my sister and wife okay. Everything in the world has a downside and that’s theirs. My bed is half dragon hoard of yarn and squishmallows. I’m not changing for anyone.

Anakin’s bed is 90% pillow and squishmallow and 10% blanket. Padme uses a thin cotton blanket and lets him burrito wrap himself and uses him like a body pillow while he’s captive in the blankies.

[catboydogma]

stuck in your sun/blinded just a little

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

@codywanweek 2024 day 6 prompts, sol edition: crèche master obi-wan, quiet love, touch starved

notes: title from rollin', rollin', rollin' (b.) by margot & the nuclear so and so's

wc: 1,529

cross-posted to ao3

Obi-Wan was teaching a class in the salles when Cody got in. He was fresh off a debrief with the High Council and Fox, still in his dress greys with his cap tucked under one arm. The halls of the Temple were quiet at this time of day. Most were at midmeal or otherwise engaged. After two years of sporadic berthing at the Temple in between engagements, Cody had gotten used to its rhythms and the ways of its inhabitants—now both troopers and Jedi.

Cody suspected that this particular generation—class—crèche—of Initiates would grow to be right terrors in combat. Fox had told him that Kenobi was wasted at the Temple after catching the tail end of one of his sparring sessions—Cody disagreed. A good trainer made all the difference between life and death. And it was clear that this was where Obi-Wan truly shone. He loved to teach, to heap praise upon the younglings while nipping bad habits in the bud and reinforcing ones that would save their lives years into the future.

“I don’t suppose you would mind assisting in our next demonstration, Commander?” Obi-Wan called across the salle, flicking his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head. A roguish wink caught Cody nearly tripping over his own boots as he crossed the mats. Little heads bobbed in his direction as the Initiates and young Padawans gave him bows of greeting and Cody nodded back to them in return.

He had to be a familiar sight in the back of Obi-Wan’s classes by now. Cody tried not to linger on that thought as it crossed his mind.

“Midmeal after this on me for your cooperation,” Obi-Wan said. He clasped Cody’s hand in a more familiar greeting. His teeth gleamed against his beard in a quick but fond smile that made Cody’s heart feel like it was rattling in the cage of his ribs.

This was just unfair.

“Bribery of military personnel is a serious offence, Crèche Master.” Cody only just barely caught the corner of his mouth as it tried to twitch upwards.

“Oh, no,” Obi-Wan said with entirely too much severity. Cheeky bastard. “What slanderous accusations against my good name. Bribery? My dear, consider this a token of my… esteem.”

Aha. Right. Cody gave Obi-Wan a wry look at that. He had been holding Obi-Wan’s hand for too long. Maybe. It was hard to say. It would be strange to pull away now. Or it would be strange to linger even further. He settled on a compromise and gave Obi-Wan’s a light squeeze before dropping his hand.

“As promised—” Obi-Wan gave his class an indulgent look and Cody realized just what he had gotten into with a dawning sense of horror. “—we’ll be finishing up this lesson with one on how to block an opponent going for a grapple, especially one focused on disarming you.”

Obi-Wan liked to keep his terrors in line by promising little extracurricular treats at the ends of his lessons, contingent on “reasonable behaviour” and timeliness. Hand-to-hand was popular but so were a variety of other random but entertaining lessons—knitting, fleecing a table in Sabacc, parlor tricks with cards and dice, making the perfect batch of tiny papple tarts.

“Just a basic disarm will do,” Obi-Wan said to him, voice quieter now that he wasn’t projecting it across the room. “We’ll show them a successful one, and then I’ll counter you on the second try, if that’s alright by you.”

“It’s a sound plan.” Cody nodded and took a ready position: shoulders angled towards Obi-Wan, hands loosely curled into fists guarding his face and the sides of his head, feet planted wide.

Obi-Wan sank into the basic ready stance for Soresu with one open palm extended towards Cody. His lightsaber hilt gleamed in his other hand, turned off for the time being. “In your own time, darling.”

Just a quick grapple with the most handsome Jedi on Coruscant. Not a problem at all. Cody tipped his head in a nod and lunged. A palm strike to Obi-Wan’s wrist knocked his guard wide open. The Jedi shifted to react and brought his saber hilt forward as if to strike Cody—in a real spar it would be on—and Cody easily caught his shoulder and forearm in a lock. A quick twist and Obi-Wan’s hand spasmed open—his lightsaber hilt fell to the padded floor of the salle.

“Well done,” Obi-Wan said. He sounded inordinately pleased—and strangely out of breath. Cody watched the column of his stubbled throat move as he spoke. This close, he could smell Obi-Wan’s lightly spiced aftershave and a faint undercurrent of the sweat he’d worked up over the course of the class. They were pressed body to body in a way that had every inch of Cody’s skin itching with something unnamable. He wanted to get impossibly closer. He wanted to let Obi-Wan wrestle him down to the mats and press him into the ground with his own body weight. He wanted—

“I’m sure you’ve already thought of ten ways to get out of this,” Cody replied. “Again?”

“If you don’t mind,” Obi-Wan said. They disengaged and Obi-Wan raised his voice again to address the class of younglings. “That is one of many ways an opponent might try to disarm you or take your lightsaber out of play. In some scenarios, a simple Force pull can get it back into your hand. In others, it’s best not to let go of your ‘saber in the first place. We’ll go full speed for a counter, then half, then walk you through each step before you get to try it yourselves.”

At a nod, Cody settled back into his ready position and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet to keep limber before springing forward. This time Obi-Wan moved with Cody’s initial blow and lowered his shoulder against Cody’s lock. With the angle all off, Cody couldn’t get the right leverage and Obi-Wan easily broke free without losing his lightsaber.

They did this again. And again. And again. Each time Cody had to grit his teeth against the confused sensations thrilling through his chest, the way the pressure and warmth of Obi-Wan’s touch made his nerves fire strangely. They were both sweaty by the time the class was over and Cody had shed his dress jacket for the freedom and relative coolness of his undershirt. Obi-Wan’s only concession to the exertion had been loosening the collar of his tunics and removing his uppermost tabards.

Cody tried his best to keep his eyes from gravitating to the slice of collarbone and curly auburn chest hair that peeked through the open gape of Obi-Wan’s tunics, but even he had his limits. There was more red there and in his beard than in his hair. A little more gray, too.

“—in the Temple for long?” Obi-Wan asked, tossing his hand wraps into his bag.

It took gargantuan effort for Cody to tear his eyes away from ogling Obi-Wan’s chest—Prime’s sake, pull yourself together, man warred with could fit in my hand bet his skin tastes… in his head.

“Only, I feel rather guilty about coercing you into a workout and then strongarming you into midmeal with me right after. Would you like to come back to my quarters for a quick shower, or at least a glass of water…?” Obi-Wan slid Cody a sly glance from under his eyelashes.

Cheeky bastard.

“I thought the accusations of coercion were slander and libel against your good name,” Cody replied. “I don’t mind it. I wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t wanted to help out—it’s good. To be a part of the classes,” he hastily tacked on.

Obi-Wan pressed the palm of his hand to Cody’s cheek in silent thanks. A smile lit his eyes with warmth and deepened the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “In that case, I appreciate your thoughtfulness and foresight. My dashing Commander.”

Cody swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Not a problem—Obi-Wan.” He leaned his face into the touch despite himself and his skin finally settled. The warmth of Obi-Wan’s skin and roughness of his callouses almost felt familiar in a strange way. Being Marshal Commander of the Third Systems Army and the most elite infantry company in the GAR took its toll. Even if Cody never acknowledged it. If he never admitted to it, then it wasn’t happening to him. Simple enough. He maintained a professional distance from his subordinates at all times—others could be lax in their discipline, but not Cody. Never Cody.

But Obi-Wan was not in the GAR chain of command. He wasn’t quite a civilian, either, and so still intimately connected to the war effort and the lives of Cody and his vod’e.

So he allowed Obi-Wan to pick up his cap and carry Cody’s overnight duffle for him, and he allowed Obi-Wan to sling an arm across his shoulders in a haphazard, warmly affectionate way that Cody so rarely got. He allowed himself to bask in Obi-Wan’s touch and attentions, and—just as good—allowed himself to touch back.

[itsgoldleaf]

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[saviinika]

the tune will come to you at last

@codywanweek 2024

Day 6: Touch Starved

He watched the nearly naked body of his Commander—his friend, since Obi-Wan wasn’t permitting himself to think about him being anything else—bob weightlessly. “How long in the tank?”

“A week,” Kix repeated. “Sir, are you sure you’re all right?”

Obi-Wan sighed. No, of course he wasn’t. Mace had practically restrained him when the call came in for the emergency evac, and though he met the larty when it landed, it hadn’t truly sunk in yet that his stalwart Commander had been minutes from death had it not been for the quick thinking of the medic beside him. Now all he seemed to be able to hear was a faint ringing in his ears as the idea of not having Cody at all tightened the ever-increasingly uncomfortable band of pressure around his chest.

[starwarjotta]

so angst it is

[ktrivia]

Here is a preview to the upcoming third part of Comforting Commander Cody which is a spin off of A Sniper’s Competition!

“Jate kebbur,” Cody muttered before I felt myself lifted from the chair and slung over an armored shoulder. I was speechless for a moment when I heard Cody say;

“Way bye bye to Rexxie. I’ve got her from here.”

I gasped as I saw Rex wave goodbye to me as he tried to hold back a laugh.

“Put me down you shabuir!” I shrieked as we made our way down the hall. The lingering clones who occupied the space chuckled as they heard my insult.

“Laugh all you want ade. I’ll be coming for you.” I threatened to some of them. Some of the shinies turned pale while the seasoned officers chuckled under their breath. I yelped as a firm smack echoed off of my armored ass.

“Behave,” Cody muttered.

“Yes, Al’verde,” I purred back at him.

Stay tuned!

[masterjedilenawrites]

hello there. could i request the bois and tbb for their reaction that they would have when they see their s/o wearing a dress, as their s/o normally wears pants and shirts.

Fox, Fives, and Tup eat it up. They start with an endless string of Wow-s, then they'll remember other words exist and insist their S/O spin around or pose for them so they can admire all the angles. They may even insist on some photos, or maybe grab whoever's around so they can show off their partner's look. Otherwise it's praises galore. Regardless how comfortable or not their S/O initially feels in the dress, they're definitely getting a confidence boost.

Jesse, Kix, and Wrecker instantly turn mischevious. They're whistling, they're teasing, they're even getting handsy. It's just too big of a change to pass up an opportunity to have some fun with it. If their S/O's not fully comfortable in the get-up, they'll help make them laugh and loosen up a little. It's just clothes, and at the end of the day they're still the beautiful person they fell for no matter what they wear. But this outfit sure is fun.

Hardcase, Dogma, and Tech honestly won't notice. To say they're oblivious to things like fashion is an understatement. Their S/O will try to casually draw their attention toward it, swaying around or saying things like If only I had pockets to put this thing in... Still nothing. They'll have to stand right in their line of sight and specifically say Hey look! I'm wearing a dress! Then these guys will have a little moment of dazed blinking before giving a shy smile and a nice compliment.

Rex, Hunter, and Crosshair will stop dead in their tracks, mouth agape, speechless at the sight before them. Bonus points if their S/O is really feeling themselves, rather than being awkward or embarrassed. The confidence they exude is more mesmerizing than the dress itself. They never really snap out of it either. They may put on a face, act cool and collected, but inside they're still freaking out. They simply cannot look away. And when the dress comes off and it's back to pants, they'll low-key pout about it.

Cody, Wolffe, and Echo have a less obvious, but no less appreciative reaction. Their face will light up with a smile, their eyes will grow soft as they take them in. If their S/O is walking awkwardly they'll rush up to offer their arm and help put them at ease. Or if their S/O is really enjoying the change of attire, they'll help them find ways to wear dresses more often. They will always be supportive - and enamored - of their S/O's choices in appearance.

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[backpackingspace]

Hey can yall help me find a fic? Pretty please? It's one of my favorite and I swear I bookmarked it but I can't find it now.

Its a post order 66 stars wars fic. I think there's two in the series? But the premise is that padme gives birth on the way to mustfar so she and obi ean go on the run and meet up with Rex and ahsoka. Everybody is having a bad time in their grief and lashing out at obi wan who slowly stops talking. Eventually obi wan goes off on a solo mission and ends up rescuing Cody and a few other clones. They continued to go off on missions together and continue to save more clones. Eventually everybody starts to heal and make up.

[celandineitsaflowerdickward]

THE CLONE WARS S4EP10; “Carnage of Krell” & THE BAD BATCH S2EP3; “The Lone Clone”

BONUS; Fives in clone wars s4ep10

[rebekadjarin]

Character comfort requests are OPEN

Send me what's bothering you or whatever that's on your mind, tell me which of your favorite characters you want to comfort you and I'll answer in their voice (mostly the bad batch but I write for everyone in SW).

I know we are all going through something and this is my way of spreading kindness and giving back to the community.

The answers are going to be tagged with: " #rebekadjarin character comfort " and if it's triggering or too much for you feel free to block it.

And if you appreciate my work and would like to say thanks, I would be most grateful if you could give me a follow.

I'm trying to get to every ask as soon as I can, please be patient with me <3

Love you.

[catboydogma]

give the world away/wake up lonely

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

codywan week 2024 day 3 prompts, sol edition: soulmate au, after the war

notes: this is riffing off the quinlan/fox soulmates au i did a while back. if you haven't read that one, you don't have to; the gist of it is that soulmates can't lie to each other. for our resident guys who love lying above any other favored pastime or hobby, this presents a Number of Problems. canon timelines? there is no canon timeline here. tcw is my sandbox and baby i have started cultivating a bed of beautiful plants native to arid regions. title from crowd surf off a cliff by emily haines & the soft skeleton.

wc: 2,206

cross-posted to ao3

This was, admittedly, a somewhat inauspicious first meeting. Obi-Wan had been shipped back to Coruscant post-capture by Ventress for surgery and a recovery time that was cut much too short by politics, of all things. Entirely miffed by this shitshow, Obi-Wan had made his complaints clear to the Council. And Bail. And Padmé. And the beleaguered young Healer they’d had attending him. Yes, he might often leave medical before his sentence was up, but that was on his terms. To have his affairs arranged by some perfect stranger instead, in the name of the war effort? Oh, the utter fucking gall of these people.

Alpha-17 was recovering on Kamino, at least. Obi-Wan had gotten away light, relatively speaking. He’d said as much to Vokara Che, and she’d made the most fascinating expression at him.

In his absence, the 212th had been headed by some interim Admiral of the Navy and the new Commander. They were already engaged clear across the Rim, and so Obi-Wan was shipped back out in another transport with a contingent of transfers rotating out from the Coruscant Guard. By the time they dropped out of hyperspace at the back end of the venator, the battle was over and cleanup had commenced.

Obi-Wan was sore, he wanted a proper shower with the desperation of an alcoholic approaching the three-month mark, and to top it all off, his trick knee was acting up again from all the time spent sitting around in the transport. Obi-Wan was not the sort to take advantage of his position either as a High General or a Jedi Master, but really, couldn’t they have given him a transport bigger than a bloody Pathfinder?

Bag slung over one shoulder, Obi-Wan located his—allegedly temporary—cane and tried his best not to limp too visibly. The hangar of the venator was busy with white- and gold-painted troopers, only a few in dress greys cutting back and forth through the bustle. Whoever was running this operation, they were doing it well; even with the distraction Obi-Wan and his entourage presented, few troopers were distracted from their own tasks.

“At ease,” Obi-Wan said, after he’d saluted the squad of troopers waiting to greet him. The Command Corps, with only a handful of familiar signatures. The casualty rate directly after Obi-Wan and Alpha-17’s capture had… suffered. “I am Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Commander Fox sends his regards.” He’d said something quite a bit more rude, but Obi-Wan wasn’t about to repeat that to a perfect stranger, brothers they may be.

“Clone Marshal Commander 2224,” his Commander replied. Alpha-17 referred to this one as Cody in their little catch-up holocall before Obi-Wan had been deployed again. He’d followed it up with “that little shit” and other things at once less complimentary and more affectionate. Obi-Wan, after taking a few days to parse through the backhanded compliments and veiled praise that Alpha-17 liked to communicate in, had taken this to mean that his new Commander was highly skilled, exceedingly competent, and smarter than all the Navy personnel aux staff. Combined. That, and he had a sense of humor imparted to him directly by Alpha-17.

“A pleasure to meet you,” Obi-Wan said, shaking the Commander’s hand in a firm grip. Professional. Brief. He opened his mouth again to say something about how he looked forward to working with the 212th and a great many more successful engagements, and the words stopped up his throat. Obi-Wan discreetly cleared his throat and—

“Oh, no,” Obi-Wan said instead, an entirely honest display of dismay breaking out. No, no, no, no, this could not be happening.

The Commander’s hand tightened on his. “Is there a problem, sir?”

“What’s your name, if I may, Commander?” Obi-Wan asked, belatedly releasing his hand.

A static fuzz split the air as the Commander stuttered on—something. His serial, Obi-Wan suspected. Which… would have been a lie, if the Commander did not truly consider his serial to be his name.

“Heck,” the Commander said. He pulled his helmet off and flipped it over to tuck under an arm in one smooth motion, mouth slightly agape as he stared at Obi-Wan.

He was a handsome man, his Commander. Very handsome. In the back of his head, Obi-Wan thought he might be hearing howling laughter that sounded a bit too much like Alpha-17.

“Quite,” Obi-Wan said. “Ah… I suppose we’re due for a walk-around. But, after, perhaps, if you might… show me to my quarters, and we can have a, ah… more informal debriefing?” Force, but he hadn’t stuttered like this since Qui-Gon had tried to guilt him into taking care of one of his notoriously finicky bonsais.

His Commander was silent for a moment. Testing the bounds of their new… constraints, Obi-Wan suspected. Finally, he said: “I’d like that.”

…two years later, after the war:

“That Sith is lucky he’s already dead,” Cody snarled up at the ceiling.

Obi-Wan patted Cody’s hand and tried to suppress the feeling that he was about to be an accessory to a hideously violent crime. “How’s your nausea, then? Manageable?”

Cody snarled something incoherent. Perhaps he’d tried for a “fine” or even a bold “utterly negligible.” Obi-Wan was not the most empathic Jedi, instead sitting—like many things in his life—at a comfortably average level of Force empathy. Yet even he could feel the waves of sick vertigo and queasiness washing over Cody every few minutes. After a moment of muttering and another moment of grimly, doggedly swallowing as another wave of nausea broke over him, Cody gave Obi-Wan a baleful, sweaty glare. “Stop asking me questions.”

“My brave Commander,” Obi-Wan said, digging his thumbs into the base of Cody’s thumb and the joint of his wrist.

The medics had concocted two different ways to disable the inhibitor chips that Lieutenant Fives had uncovered—surgery or injection. The series of vaccines was a clever combination of medical nanotechnology originally developed to fight against deep-rooted viral infections and a biotechnological approach to ensure that the body’s systems were able to quickly and safely break down the chip from the inside, piggybacking off local immune response.

Their results could not be denied. Both approaches were as safe as they could be, with an astonishingly low mortality or mishap rate. The immune response, however, was… somewhat vicious. Obi-Wan had been able to glean that Cody was getting off relatively light; he’d just the muscle aches and nausea, but no fever, and he had yet to actually vomit anything up. Whether that was due to his body having a good response, or Cody’s own iron self-discipline… well, who was really to say.

“Can’t imagine the company’s all that right now,” Cody muttered. His jaw worked furiously and he leaned his head back against the pillows of his medical cot.

Obi-Wan hummed and worked his way up Cody’s forearm, measuring his pulse with two fingers pressed into the soft inside of Cody’s elbow. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be, right now. Until you tell me to fuck off, I shall continue to remain right here.”

“Fuck—nhgghk—fuck… you,” Cody hissed.

Ah, Obi-Wan’s love was such a romantic. He only felt a little bad about trapping Cody in a proverbial corner, but if Cody truly wanted him to leave, then he could say so. Until then… well. It wasn’t like Cody could lie to him. Obi-Wan tried not to look quite so smug, but with Cody’s hand spasming on his arm like he was imagining strangling Obi-Wan, perhaps he wasn’t as successful as he’d thought.

“Only twelve more hours,” Obi-Wan said, soothing. He smoothed a hand up Cody’s bicep and started in on his shoulders, finding knots of tension and digging in deep to ease them out. With the persistent muscle aches, these knots would likely be back in a matter of hours, if that. But if Obi-Wan could do something to help Cody, as small as it could be, he was going to do it.

“You should go,” Cody rasped, eyes closed and brow furrowed. His shoulder spasmed under Obi-Wan’s hand, sweat-slick skin and hard muscle shifting painfully.

Hm. Well. That hadn’t been what Obi-Wan had planned. He pressed the back of his hand to Cody’s forehead. No fever; the sweats and shakes, a little warm from lying in bed, but nothing concerning. Fighting to keep his voice neutral, Obi-Wan asked, “And do you want me to go?”

Cody gritted his teeth, lips peeling back in a snarl. He started and stopped in the middle of half a dozen words. “It doesn’t matter what I want. You should leave.”

Obi-Wan’s heart seized in his chest, something toothier than grief coming to settle behind his breastbone. Sometimes the inability to lie to one’s soulmate was a blessing, if a complicated one. Sometimes… sometimes it meant that when Cody said such a thing, Obi-Wan knew to his bones that Cody truly believed it. “Yes, it matters very much what you want,” he said, fighting to keep his voice even but not gentle. Cody so hated to be “coddled,” in his words. Obi-Wan, who could tease out the truth, knew that Cody didn’t necessarily want to be treated gently or handled with care—he simply wanted to be treated like he was precious. Like he meant something to someone.

“And,” Obi-Wan continued, when it seemed like no more was forthcoming from Cody and he was no longer fighting to keep the wobble out of his own voice, “unless and until you say ‘Obi-Wan, my precious love, papple of my eye and light of my galaxy, I want you to leave me alone,’ I shall be remaining by your side.”

Cody’s face screwed up. It looked terrifyingly like he might cry. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he would do if Cody started crying, other than start sobbing alongside him.

“What if the chip activates?” Cody finally bit out, sounding like the words had been carved out of him. “I read the brief on Fray’s procedure. And Longshot’s. And—and I could. I might—you don’t—want to see me. Like this. I—” Cody heaved for breath, eyes gone glassy and the sinews of his throat standing in high relief with tension. “—I can’t. If something happens, I can’t. If the chip activates and I—lose myself—it’s.” Cody cursed, as vile as anything Obi-Wan had ever heard him use.

Obi-Wan firmly laced his fingers between Cody’s and checked his vambrace with his free hand. It must be terrifying to know that you might kill those you held most dear. But the chips didn’t activate with a specific order—Fray’s had activated on Order 37: mass arrest and execute the local civilian population to capture a wanted individual. The poor trooper had almost killed a pair of orderlies with his own bootlaces. Longshot’s had… well. They were yet lucky to still have the trooper with them, but he would have to be carefully monitored in the next few weeks to make sure he didn’t suffer clotting in the vessels of his neck or a stroke. But with a full one hundred and fifty orders, the chance that Cody’s would activate in the first place was slim, let alone land on the one that would have him trying to kill Obi-Wan.

And yet… this wasn’t a scenario where likelihoods and statistics would help. Obi-Wan squeezed Cody’s hand, then showed him the screen embedded into his vambrace. A med droid had sent him an update on the progress of Cody’s procedure, showing a near-incomprehensible feed of the nanites as they disabled what remained of Cody’s chip.

“You’re well past the threshold for the chip activating successfully,” Obi-Wan told him. “And I always want to see you, Cody. I especially want to be here while you’re fighting through this. You won’t lose yourself. You’re already past the worst of it. I know you can hang on for a little while longer, and there’s no part of you that I would turn away from.” He raised Cody’s hand to kiss the back of it, lips pressed carefully to Cody’s scarred and calloused knuckles. “There is no part of you that could make me turn away.” He would repeat it as many times as Cody would let him.

“I don’t want to wake up someone different,” Cody rasped. But he didn’t pull away from Obi-Wan, and he let Obi-Wan smooth a hand over his curls and press a kiss to the space between his brows.

“I’ll keep an eye on the chip,” Obi-Wan promised. With a rueful smile, chest still aching, he echoed Cody’s own oft-repeated line back at him: “When have I ever let you down?”

“Never,” Cody murmured, face tightening as one—or perhaps several—of his muscles spasmed and locked up. He looked exhausted, riding the line between unconsciousness and apprehension.

“Just so. You’ll be alright,” Obi-Wan promised. “And I’ll be here.”

With that, Cody finally let himself slip into sleep, mind partially quieting. The fear was still there, as well as a biting edge of self-recrimination and dread-heavy resignation. Obi-Wan kept a bit of his awareness on the chip through the Force, monitoring it carefully. They would get through this safe and whole, and Obi-Wan would not suffer any other option.