#commander cody fanfiction

[foxigemini]

A Little Bit of Fun (Captain Rex x Female Reader x Commander Cody Smut)

Summary: You work at a brothel/strip club for clones. Wolffe has convinced a curious Cody and a reluctant Rex to come along with him to this establishment. Once there, Rex and Cody can't resist your beauty.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Threesome, Oral Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex.

"Can't believe Wolffe convinced me to come along to this place," Rex muttered and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the chair.

"You can't tell me you haven't been a little bit curious about this establishment?" Cody said with a teasing smile as he took a mouthful of his beer.

"No. I haven't," Rex replied and glared at the commander.

Cody raised one of his eyebrows and sat his glass down on the table. "C'mon, Captain. Are you really telling me that you've never jerked off while fantasizing about fucking a woman?"

"Of course not!" Rex's face went bright red. "I am a soldier. I do not lower myself to such simple desires."

Cody laughed. "Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that."

Rex huffed and ignored his brother as he scanned the room. "Where is Wolffe anyway?"

Cody nodded at something behind Rex and smiled. "Looks like he's already found his enjoyment for the evening."

Rex turned his head around and saw his other brother walking down a corridor with his arms around two women, his delightful laugh booming through the room.

Rex shook his head and looked back at Cody, ready to say something, when the music volume suddenly increased, drawing every clone's attention to the scene where Rex and Cody sat. Rex turned to the stage, his eyes widening as a woman walked out from the shadows wearing nothing but the thin fabric of clothes covering her sex and breasts.

*

The spotlights licked your swaying curves as you grabbed the pole in the middle and started dancing. Closing your eyes, you felt the music in every fiber of your body, letting it control your every muscle. Most workers here hated their job, found it degrading, but you loved it. Nothing was more thrilling than having the attention of all the men in the room, feeling their desire for you. Some might call you weird for it, but who cared what others thought?

You smiled at the two clones sitting nearest you as you wrapped your legs around the pole and bent backward, arching your back and pushing your breasts out. Well, well, these two were new here.

*

Cody swallowed hard as he watched you grind your sex against the pole, and his dick was painfully hard against his trousers. You reached back and untied the clothing covering your breasts and let it fall to the floor. Cody's breath hitched in his throat when he saw your tits, the first ones he'd ever seen in his life. Kriff, you were perfect. So soft and plump and tempting...

Rex couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts bouncing as you danced in front of him and Cody, couldn't control his body's reaction as he felt himself become hard. Kriff...He blinked his eyes, tried to concentrate on anything but your tempting body, but it proved to be utterly hopeless. Your body moved around the pole with agility and enticing rolls of your hips until the song ended and you bowed to the cheering crowd before leaving the stage.

"Wow...kriff...she was...," Cody gulped and shifted in his chair, trying to ease his predicament.

Rex didn't say anything, only glared at his brother when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Cody's widened eyes.

"Well, hello, boys. You two are new here."

Rex turned his head around and met your smiling face. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, trying to ignore your hand sliding down his chest.

"How would you know? We all look the same."

You smiled and giggled softly. "Of course you don't. You all have distinctive features that separate you from each other. Like your scar," you said as you walked over to the other clone and ran your fingers across the scar on his face, smiling when he took a sharp breath. "What's your name, trooper?"

"C-Cody," Cody stuttered and fluttered his eyes as your hand ran across his shoulder.

"And your friend?"

"R-Rex. His name is Rex."

"Well, hello Cody and Rex. My name is y/n. Are you guys only here to watch? Or are you here to have some fun?"

"Uhhh...," Cody gulped when you suddenly sat down on his lap and rolled your ass against his crotch. "Oh, kriff..." he cursed under his breath and stared at your ass, his hands shaking mere inches away from your hips he didn't dare to touch.

You giggled. "Looks like you want to have some fun, trooper." You stood up and took his hand as Cody stood up on shaky knees. "And what about your friend? Isn't he coming too?"

Cody's eyes widened. "Y-You want us both??"

You smirked. "The more, the merrier. I'm not doing this without him," you said and winked down at the sterner clone still sitting down with his arms crossed and glaring up at you.

"Oh, kriff, c'mon Rex, please," Cody begged his brother. "You have to do this. You can't tell me you're at least a little bit curious."

"Wait. Are you telling me you're both virgins?" you asked, earning a blush from Cody. You giggled with joy. "Oh, this is gonna be so much fun."

*

Rex didn't know why he followed Cody and you through the corridor and into a private room. Maybe it was curiosity? A longing for something more? Something else? Once this war was over, he would be redundant. What would he do then? He had been thinking about Cut ever since he left their planet. About what it would be to have a family, children. Perhaps, there was more to this world than being a soldier.

Once inside the room, you gently pushed Rex and Cody down to sit on the couch. They looked up at you with big, wonderous eyes and you smiled down at them as you settled yourself between them, placing each of your legs across their thighs, spreading your legs for them.

"C'mon, boys. Don't be afraid. Touch me. You can do anything you want with me," you purred seductively as you ran your finger down Cody's jaw. Cody stared back at you and you could feel him holding his breath as his shaky hand came closer and closer to your inner thigh. The other one, Rex, had shifted from grumpy to curious as his fingers ran up along the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. He definitely was the more bold but silent one. Cody's fingers were finally grazing your skin now, his breath jagged as he inched closer and closer to your clothed sex. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan from their touch and in that moment, something changed. You could feel it in the air. Opening your eyes, you met Cody's brown ones and something was different in them. Turning to Rex, you saw the same spark in them. A lust and dominance to take and claim what was theirs. They pulled down the clothing covering your breasts, exposing your nipples to their hungry gaze. They leaned and took each nipple into their mouth, flicking the tip of their tongues across the hard, sensitive bud.

"Oh, maker," you moaned and grabbed their heads. You looked down, meeting their gazes as they sucked on your breasts. They let go and hooked their fingers underneath the hem of your panties, giving you a silent command to lift your hips. You obeyed, let them pull down your underwear and toss them away. Cody and Rex stared at your pussy as you once again wrapped your legs around their thighs, their breaths labored as they reached down and explored you with their fingers.

"Kriff, you're so wet," Cody mumbled as he pushed his finger in and out of you. Rex didn't say anything as he found your clit, only groaned at the reaction he got from you when he touched it. He rubbed it again and you moaned, bucked your hips against his fingers.

"Kriff, do that again, Rex," Cody muttered and added another finger inside you. Rex started rubbing circles onto your clit at the same time as Cody fucked you with his fingers.

"Oh, yes, just like that," you gasped, feeling your orgasm building. "Faster, please..."

The clones obliged and you came swift and hard, wetting down their hands.

Cody and Rex stared down at your flushed face and heaving chest.

"Kriff, I can't wait anymore," Cody rasped and stood up as he started undressing. Rex followed his lead and you watched them with anticipation, knowing exactly how well-endowed they were. You bit your lip as they stood naked before you, their cocks hard and bouncing. Leaning back against the couch, you spread your legs for them with a smirk on your lips.

Cody quickly placed himself between your legs, hand wrapped around his cock as he aligned the head with your pussy and pushed inside.

"Kriff...," Cody moaned and bit his lip at the blissful, tight feeling of your pussy wrapped around him like a glove. He started thrusting slowly, watching mesmerized as he slid in and out between your pussy lips.

"Fuck, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Cody breathed and looked up at your face, his brown eyes connecting with your half-lidded ones. You smiled at him, then looked over at Rex who climbed up on the couch and aligned his cock with your lips. Smiling up at him, you stuck out your tongue and teasingly flicked it across the spongy head of his cock. Rex clenched his jaw and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back. You gasped and stared up at him with wide, lustful eyes. Rex took the opportunity to push his dick into your mouth. You gagged and Cody let out a gasp as your pussy clenched down around him.

"Kriff, do that again, Rex. Keep fucking her mouth, she likes it."

The clones smirked at each other and started thrusting simultaneously, Rex's cock deep down your throat and Cody's hitting that sweet spot deep inside your pussy with each buck of his hips. Their moans and groans filled the room, along with the filthy noise of your gags and the wet sound of your pussy. It didn't take long for them to come, bringing you with them over the edge as they filled your mouth and pussy with cum.

"Well, this was fun. We have to do it again sometime," you said with a cheeky smile as Rex and Cody got dressed. They didn't say anything, only flickered their eyes as they avoided looking at each other.

You giggled softly at them as you sat up and crossed your legs. "Are you suddenly being shy now? You weren't so shy moments ago when you were both fucking me."

"Umm...yeah, well...," Cody rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Rex, who glared at Cody and pointed his finger at him.

"We do not talk about this. Ever."

You chuckled delightfully as you watched them leave, certain they would return.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

a/n: hi my loves! sorry this one is a day late I'm having issues with google docs atm and i was in the emergency room with my brother but i'm back now <3

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cody x fem!reader warnings: grinding, dirty talk, overall porn without plot x word count: 464

As Cody walked through the front door, he could hear the needy whines from your bedroom. Still fully clad in his armour he snuck through the apartment until he could see your open door. The view of you grinding against a pillow, desperately bucking your hips into the fabric, mumbling his name repetitively. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen you do. Removing his codpiece he enjoyed the few for a minute before getting an idea.

“Cyare, all you had to do was call” He smirked watching as you jumped from the bed in shock. “Cody you fucking pervert!” You shouted. “Nothing I haven’t seen before” He teased. “You’re late,” You tell him. “Yeah? And someone has no patience” He replied sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you to his lap. You kissed him hard, he’d been gone all day and it was hard not to be so needy thinking of Cody. “How about you use my thigh like you did that pillow” He whispered removing his armour for you to get comfortable on him. “Cody” You whined nuzzling into his neck.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re being a brat right now baby, follow your orders” He whispers, you knew you were playing a dangerous game being whiny with him. “Yes commander” You mumbled. His hands were set on your hips beginning to guide your movements how he liked. The fabric of his blacks felt amazing against your pussy. Your wetness soaked through and you could feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. “Commander” You whimpered. Cody admired your movements as you started to rut desperately. “Look at you mesh’la, so horny for me,” He said slapping your ass, encouraging you to go faster.

He continued to kiss you, your lips becoming swollen from his bites as you fucked against his thigh. “I can feel how wet you are it’s pathetic” He smirked against your neck beginning his trail of hickeys. “Cody please, I need your cock. T-This isn’t enough” You beg. “Yes, it is. You know you can baby” “I can’t” You replied breathlessly craving all of him. “Do it” He growled threading his fingers through your hair to tug on them, giving him better access to your neck. “Be a good slut for me”

Your hips began to move erratically chasing your orgasm. Cody admired how pathetic you looked. So desperate and wrapped up in your own pleasure that you didn’t care how you looked. “Cum for me baby, you know you want to” He smirked watching the familiar look on your face as you came repeating his name. You soaked his thigh perfectly resting your head against his armoured shoulder already feeling fucked out. “On the bed, we’re not finished yet Cyare” He whispered.

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[star-wars-writing]

The Twilight Prophecy

Summary: In a world where the Sun Court reigns in perpetual daylight and the Moon Court thrives under starlit night, an ancient prophecy emerges to challenge the status quo. Crown Princes Cody and Obi-Wan, heirs to their respective thrones, find their destinies intertwined when a mysterious sorceress delivers a cryptic warning

A/N: So this one might be a bit different, once again it started with a prompt for the Codywan bingo @codywanbingo with theme Romance. but things might have gotten out of hand. @swfandomevents

The prompt for this was sharing armour. for now this is a one shot, but if you guys, the readers are open to it. depending on your reactions to the one shot I might be convinced to make it a series.

In the Moon Court, nestled in the heart of a kingdom where night reigned supreme and the stars whispered ancient secrets, life unfolded like a perpetual dance under the celestial dome. The court, an architectural marvel of pale stones and silver spires, mirrored the tranquil beauty of the moon it revered. At its center was the royal family, presided over by King Qui-gon, a ruler as enigmatic as the moon's hidden face, with Crown Prince Obi-Wan Kenobi, his eldest son, at his side.

Crown Prince Obi-Wan, with hair as fiery as a comet's tail, stood in stark contrast to the cool, muted hues of the court. His red locks, a rarity in the realm, were often likened to a stray strand of the sun caught in the lunar embrace. His presence in the court was like a steady flame; warm, illuminating, but never consuming. His eyes, a deep blue reminiscent of the twilight sky, held the calmness of the moonlit night and the intensity of a thousand stars.

King Qui-gon, a figure both respected and slightly feared, ruled with a wisdom that seemed to flow from the moon itself. His silver hair and beard, like the frosted edges of the moon, framed a face etched with the lines of time and responsibility. He was a king who spoke little, but when he did, his words held the weight of the night sky.

Anakin, Obi-Wan's younger brother, was the court's untamed storm. With hair as dark as the space between stars and eyes that sparkled with unbridled energy, he was a stark contrast to Obi-Wan's composed demeanor. Anakin's restless spirit often led him to the court's training grounds, where his prowess with the sword was as renowned as his impulsive nature.

Ahsoka, the youngest, was the court's dawn. Her laughter brought light to the dimmest corners, and her curiosity was as boundless as the night sky. Her presence was a gentle reminder of the dawn that followed every night, a symbol of hope and renewal in the Moon Court's often somber ambiance.

Life in the Moon Court was a delicate balance of tradition and the subtle magic that permeated the air. The nights were filled with quiet conversations, the rustle of silk robes, and the soft clinking of teacups. Scholars and astronomers were as revered as knights, their knowledge of the stars and the moon considered essential to the kingdom's wellbeing.

Music was the soul of the court, with melodies often drifting through the corridors like a soft breeze. Instruments that mimicked the sound of the night—gentle flutes, stringed instruments, and soft drums—created an ambiance that was both soothing and enigmatic.

The courtiers moved with a grace that mirrored the phases of the moon, their robes flowing in silvery and blue hues, adorned with motifs of stars and celestial bodies. In this court, every gesture, every word spoken, was as measured and deliberate as the lunar cycle.

In the heart of it all was Obi-Wan, a prince not only of blood but of the people. His days were spent in council meetings, where he listened more than he spoke, his judgments always fair and thoughtful. His nights were dedicated to the study of ancient texts and star charts, seeking wisdom in the patterns of the cosmos.

Yet, beneath the calm surface, there was a current of anticipation, a sense of a destiny not yet fulfilled. Obi-Wan, more than anyone, felt this unspoken promise that hung in the air like a pending eclipse. It was a feeling that whispered of changes to come, of paths yet to be walked, and of a bond that would define not only his fate but that of the Moon Court itself.

**** 

In the resplendent Sun Court, where day held sway and golden light bathed the land in warmth and vitality, the rhythm of life pulsated with a vibrancy befitting its celestial patron. The court itself was an architectural splendor, its walls and towers crafted from sun-kissed stone that shimmered like the surface of a star. At its heart was the royal family, led by King Jango, a monarch whose presence was as commanding as the sun in the zenith sky, with Crown Prince Cody, his eldest son, shining brightly by his side.

Crown Prince Cody was the embodiment of the Sun Court's ideals – his bearing noble and his gaze as piercing as the midday sun. His hair, a rich brown, like the fertile earth nourished by sunlight, complemented his sturdy, yet graceful demeanor. Cody's presence in the court was like a steady beacon; guiding, assuring, but always approachable. His eyes, reflecting the clear blue of a cloudless sky, held the promise of endless horizons and the resolve of daylight.

King Jango, a ruler whose reign was marked by prosperity and strength, led with a firm but fair hand. His hair and beard, peppered with strands of gray, spoke of years under the sun, commanding battles and councils alike. His decision to ascend the throne after King Jaster, his father and the former king, abdicated, was accepted with reverence by the court. Jaster, still a respected figure, remained a guiding star in the court's firmament, his wisdom as perennial as the sun itself.

The younger princes, Rex, Wolffe, Fives, and Echo, were like rays of the same sun, each unique in their brilliance. Rex, with his sharp mind and tactical acumen, was often found in the company of the court's strategists, his keen insights as valuable as any seasoned general's. Wolffe, more reserved, shared a deep interest in the court's engineering feats, his innovative ideas reflecting the Sun Court's continuous quest for progress. Fives and Echo, inseparable in their mischief and mirth, brought a spirited energy to the court, their laughter echoing through the halls like the playful dance of sunbeams.

Life in the Sun Court was a grand tapestry of color and celebration, where the arts flourished under the generous patronage of the royal family. The days were filled with lively debates in the council chambers, the clanging of swords in the training yards, and the hustle of trade in the bustling marketplaces. Knights and scholars alike were esteemed, their roles pivotal in upholding the court's glory.

Music in the Sun Court was a bold symphony, with brass and percussion leading the charge, their sounds evoking the power and majesty of the sun. The courtiers, adorned in vibrant colors – oranges, reds, and yellows – moved with a confidence that mirrored the court's solar inspiration. In this court, every action, every word resonated with the intensity of the sun's rays.

At the center was Cody, a prince whose responsibilities encompassed not just royal duties but the aspirations of his people. He was often seen engaging with his subjects, his approachability as a leader as cherished as his strategic mind. His evenings, though less public, were spent in deep study and contemplation, his gaze often turning skyward, where the setting sun met the rising moon, a silent acknowledgment of a world beyond his own.

Yet, beneath the Sun Court's radiant facade, there was an undercurrent of expectation, a sense of a destiny intertwined with that of another realm. Cody, more than anyone, felt this looming promise, a sense that his path was not his alone to tread. It was a feeling that hinted at a convergence of day and night, of a bond that would bridge the gap between the Sun Court and a kingdom not of light, but of moonlit shadows.

*** 

In the twilight-kissed ruins of the abandoned castle, where history whispered from every stone, the annual council of the Moon and Sun Courts convened. This year's gathering was marked by a significant change – for the first time, Kings Qui-gon and Jango had brought their sons, introducing the next generation to the intricate dance of diplomacy and trade.

The castle, a relic of a forgotten time, stood at the very edge where day melted into night, its once proud walls now softened by age and draped in ivy. Its grand hall, though worn by years, echoed with renewed life as the delegations of both courts assembled, their robes fluttering like banners of night and day.

Crown Prince Obi-Wan of the Moon Court, his fiery red hair a vivid contrast against his silver-hued attire, stepped into the hall with a quiet confidence. His gaze, curious and observant, swept over the Sun Court's delegation, taking in the bright colors and bold patterns that seemed to capture the essence of sunlight.

Across the room, Crown Prince Cody of the Sun Court, his stature both noble and approachable, mirrored Obi-Wan's curiosity. His hair, the color of fertile earth, was complemented by the golden embroidery of his attire, reminiscent of the rays of the midday sun.

As the council commenced, King Qui-gon, his voice as serene as a moonlit night, spoke of the Moon Court's rich deposits of moonstone and star silver, precious materials sought after by the Sun Court. King Jango, his tone warm and commanding, offered in exchange the Sun Court's abundant harvests and solar-infused elixirs, items of great value to the Moon Court.

The discussion of trade routes, quantities, and protections unfolded with a practiced rhythm, the two kings negotiating with a mutual respect forged over years of such meetings. Amidst the bartering and agreements, Obi-Wan and Cody's eyes met, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

During a recess, the princes found themselves standing near an ancient, vine-covered balcony. "First council?" Cody inquired, his voice casual but friendly.

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied, a slight smile on his lips. "It's more... vibrant than I expected. The exchange of goods, it's like a dance of resources and needs."

Cody nodded. "It's the rhythm of our courts, isn't it? Day and night, each providing what the other lacks. Balance."

Their conversation, initially revolving around the intricacies of the council, gradually became more personal, veering towards their lives within their respective courts. Obi-Wan spoke of the tranquil nights and starlit ceremonies of the Moon Court, while Cody shared tales of sun-drenched fields and lively festivals under the sun.

As the meeting resumed, and they returned to their delegations, there was a mutual sense of understanding, a recognition that they were not just princes of opposing realms, but custodians of a delicate balance.

Throughout the rest of the council, as their fathers deliberated over the final details of the trade agreement, Obi-Wan and Cody exchanged occasional glances and subtle nods. In those brief moments, a foundation was laid for a relationship that would, in time, transcend the mere exchange of goods and speak to the deeper bond between day and night, sun and moon.

During a lull in the council proceedings, as the courtiers mingled and the kings conferred in hushed tones, Crown Princes Cody and Obi-Wan found themselves gravitating towards each other, away from the throng. They walked side by side towards one of the castle's ancient archways, which framed the setting sun on one side and the rising moon on the other, a perfect intersection of their two worlds.

Cody's gaze lingered on the horizon, where the sun's fiery farewell kissed the moon's cool greeting. "It's quite something, isn't it? The sun and moon, always chasing, never meeting."

Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes reflecting the twilight hues. "Yet, here we are, standing where they converge. It's poetic in a way."

Their conversation, initially a shared admiration for the celestial dance, slowly turned towards the more personal. Cody's posture, relaxed yet attentive, and Obi-Wan's thoughtful demeanor, created an atmosphere of ease and openness.

"You know," Cody began, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity, "I've always wondered what it's like in the Moon Court. Is it as tranquil as they say?"

Obi-Wan's lips curved into a soft smile. "Tranquility is one word for it. It's a world of introspection, of seeking wisdom in the stars. But it can also be... isolating. The night is beautiful, but it's also vast and endless."

Cody's eyes met Obi-Wan's, a spark of understanding in their depths. "I suppose the Sun Court is its opposite then. It's always bustling, always bright. Sometimes it feels like there's no space to breathe, to think. The sun can be overbearing at its zenith."

Their shared laughter at Cody's words was a brief, harmonious note that seemed to bridge their contrasting worlds.

"I imagine that's why these councils are important," Obi-Wan mused, his gaze returning to the horizon. "They're not just about trade and politics. They're about understanding, about seeing the world through each other's eyes."

Cody nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Do you think we'll ever achieve that? True understanding between our courts?"

"I believe so," Obi-Wan replied, his voice carrying a quiet conviction. "Understanding begins with individuals. It starts with conversations like this."

Their dialogue was interrupted as the council bell tolled, signaling the end of the break. As they turned to rejoin the others, their steps synchronized, there was an unspoken agreement between them – a commitment to bridge the gap between day and night, sun and moon, one conversation at a time.

As they parted ways at the archway, the brief contact of their hands was like a spark – fleeting, but potent enough to kindle a connection that promised to grow stronger with each passing council. In that moment, unnoticed by the busy courtiers, a seed of change was planted, watered by the hope of understanding and the possibility of unity in a world divided by light and shadow.

On the third evening of the council, as the twilight sky melted into a tapestry of stars and the crescent moon, a grand dinner was held in the castle's ancient dining hall. The long tables were adorned with candles that flickered like distant stars, casting a warm glow over the assembled nobility of the Sun and Moon Courts. At the center of this constellation of courtiers sat Kings Qui-gon and Jango, their presence commanding yet genial, a testament to years of leadership and diplomacy.

Opposite their fathers, Crown Princes Cody and Obi-Wan were seated beside each other, the candlelight playing across their features, softening the lines of their royal bearing. As the dinner progressed, the hum of conversation filled the hall, a blend of laughter, clinking silverware, and the subtle rustling of fine garments.

Cody turned towards Obi-Wan, his expression open and curious. "Prince Obi-Wan, I've been meaning to ask – what is it like to train in the ways of your court's mystic arts? I've heard tales of the Moon Court's connection to the stars."

Obi-Wan's eyes lit up, a spark of enthusiasm breaking through his usual composure. "It's a lifelong journey of learning, Prince Cody. The stars and the moon guide us, teaching us about balance and the flow of the cosmos. It's more than just training; it's a way of understanding our place in the universe."

Cody's interest was palpable, his gaze intent. "That sounds... profound. In the Sun Court, our focus is often on the tangible – the strength of the body, the mastery of combat, the art of governance. I wonder what it would be like to look beyond, to see the world as you do."

Their conversation, rich with the exchange of ideas and perspectives, continued seamlessly, almost as if the crowded hall around them had faded into the background. As they spoke, their fathers occasionally glanced their way, noting the ease of their interaction with a mixture of surprise and quiet approval.

Obi-Wan, usually reserved, found himself intrigued by Cody's genuine curiosity and the earnestness with which he spoke of his own experiences. "Your world sounds fascinating, Cody. There's a certain... vitality to the way you describe it. I admit, there are times I wish the Moon Court had a bit more of the Sun Court's vigor."

Cody smiled, a warm, inviting expression that seemed to reflect the very essence of his court. "And I sometimes long for the tranquility and depth of yours. Perhaps that's the key, isn't it? Learning from each other, finding harmony between day and night."

Their dialogue, rich and engaging, continued throughout the dinner, touching upon topics from the philosophical to the mundane. It was a conversation that wove a thread between them, a connection that went beyond their titles and responsibilities. In the shared laughter, the exchange of insights, and the subtle understanding that passed between them, a foundation was being laid – the first stepping stone in a journey that would redefine not only their relationship but potentially the future of their courts.

As the final day of the council dawned, the ancient castle found itself enveloped in the soft, ethereal light of twilight, where night gently handed over the reins to day. It was in this tranquil hour that Crown Princes Cody and Obi-Wan, drawn by a shared sense of purpose and curiosity, found themselves atop the highest tower of the castle.

Standing side by side, they watched in silence as the horizon blurred the lines between their two worlds, the night's darkness fading into the warm embrace of the morning light. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of dew and ancient stone.

Cody broke the silence, his voice soft yet clear in the quiet of the morning. "I often stand on the battlements of the Sun Court at dawn, watching the world awaken. There's a sense of endless possibilities with each new day, a new beginning."

Obi-Wan turned to face him, the first light of dawn casting a golden glow on his red hair. "In the Moon Court, we watch the stars fade into morning. It's a reminder that even the longest night has an end, that there's a rhythm and cycle to everything."

Their eyes met, a mutual understanding flickering between them. They were princes of different realms, yet in this moment, they were simply two individuals, sharing their hopes and dreams.

"What do you dream of for your future, Cody?" Obi-Wan asked, his gaze returning to the horizon.

Cody's eyes reflected the sky's changing colors. "I dream of a kingdom that thrives, not just in strength and prosperity, but in wisdom and understanding. A kingdom that looks beyond the horizon, that learns from others."

"And you, Obi-Wan? What are your dreams?" Cody's question was tinged with genuine interest.

Obi-Wan's response was thoughtful, his words measured. "I dream of balance. A balance between tradition and progress, between the mystic and the tangible. I want to lead the Moon Court into a future where we are not just observers of the night but active participants in the world's tapestry."

Their conversation flowed naturally, as if the barriers of their titles and duties had been left at the foot of the tower. They spoke of their aspirations for their people, their personal hopes, and the challenges they anticipated. In the shared confidences and laughter, a bond was being forged, strengthened by the understanding that their dreams were not so different after all.

As the sun fully broke the horizon, bathing the world in its light, they stood in a companionable silence, each lost in thoughts of the future and the role they would play in it.

It was Cody who finally spoke, his voice carrying a newfound resolve. "Perhaps our courts are more alike than we thought. Maybe this is just the beginning, Obi-Wan. A beginning of something greater than just trade and alliances."

Obi-Wan nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe you're right, Cody. This is a beginning. And it's one we can shape together."

As they descended from the tower, the first rays of the sun meeting the last whispers of the night, there was a sense of promise in the air, a feeling that this meeting was the first step in a journey that would bridge the gap between their worlds, guided by their shared dreams and visions for the future.

As the final day of the council waned, a serene twilight enveloped the ancient castle, softening the edges of shadows and light. The grand hall, alive with the closure of the five-day meeting between the Sun and Moon Courts, was suddenly hushed as an unexpected figure appeared at the entrance. A sorceress, clad in robes that shimmered like the starlit sky, stood with an air of enigmatic power.

The hall fell into a deep silence, the bustling energy of the courtiers replaced by a palpable sense of anticipation and unease. King Jango of the Sun Court and King Qui-gon of the Moon Court, their expressions shifting from surprise to guarded wariness, stood to confront this unforeseen visitor.

Crown Prince Cody and Crown Prince Obi-Wan exchanged a tense glance, both aware of the potential gravity of this moment. They stood alert, their attention fixed on the mysterious sorceress.

She stepped gracefully into the room, her presence commanding the attention of all present. Her voice, clear and resonant, echoed through the hall, her words weaving a rhyme that carried the weight of prophecy:

"In twilight's embrace, where night greets the day,

A trial looms near, a path shadowed and gray.

Heart and armor must meet, in a bond forged anew,

Uniting sun's blaze with the moon's silver hue.

Together, two realms must face a dark hour,

A union of souls, their greatest power.

Should this bond break, or fail to be found,

Both sun and moon shall lose their crown."

The sorceress's words, cryptic yet haunting, resonated through the hall, leaving a ripple of whispered speculation and concern. The courtiers and delegates exchanged uneasy glances, pondering the ominous implications of her message.

Cody, his expression a mix of skepticism and contemplation, turned to Obi-Wan. "Hearts and armor... Could she be speaking of us, of our courts?"

Obi-Wan, his eyes thoughtful, nodded slowly. "It seems so. This prophecy... it suggests a unity deeper than mere alliances. Something more personal, perhaps."

King Qui-gon and King Jango shared a concerned look, the implications of the prophecy not lost on them. The sorceress's mention of hearts and armor hinted at a bond beyond political ties, suggesting a personal connection that could hold the key to their realms' futures.

As the sorceress turned, her cloak billowing around her like a dark cloud, she vanished into the twilight as mysteriously as she had appeared. Her departure left a trail of questions and a sense of foreboding that lingered in the air.

The council, now officially concluded, left the members of both courts with more than just diplomatic resolutions; they carried with them the weight of a prophetic warning. As they began to depart, Cody and Obi-Wan remained, their shared glance one of determination and newfound understanding.

As the sorceress's enigmatic presence faded into the twilight, a restless energy began to stir in the grand hall. The initial shock of her visit slowly gave way to a flurry of conversations among the courtiers and delegates of the Sun and Moon Courts. The once orderly gathering turned into a mosaic of hushed debates and speculative discussions, with the sorceress's prophecy at the heart of it all.

In one corner, a group of Moon Court scholars huddled together, their brows furrowed in concentration. "Hearts and armor, sun and moon... It's as if she speaks of a union, a convergence of our realms," one mused, his fingers tracing the patterns on his star-embroidered robe.

Nearby, a cluster of Sun Court knights speculated with a mix of skepticism and concern. "Could it be a ploy? Another kingdom sowing seeds of fear and discord?" a knight questioned, his hand unconsciously resting on the pommel of his sword.

At the center of the hall, Kings Qui-gon and Jango convened in a quiet, intense discussion. Their expressions were a study in contemplation, weighing the potential meanings and implications of the prophecy. They were leaders seasoned by years of rule, accustomed to navigating the murky waters of political intrigue and veiled threats.

Cody and Obi-Wan, standing a short distance away from their fathers, exchanged their thoughts in a low, earnest conversation. "It's hard to dismiss her words as mere madness," Cody said, his gaze lingering on the spot where the sorceress had stood. "The prophecy... it felt charged with truth, or at least with purpose."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting a deep introspection. "Indeed. And the reference to hearts and armor... it implies a personal sacrifice or a personal bond. It's not something we can ignore."

Their dialogue was interrupted as Anakin and Ahsoka approached, their youthful curiosity evident. "Do you really think there's something to her words?" Anakin asked, his tone a mix of excitement and skepticism.

Ahsoka, her eyes wide with a blend of worry and wonder, added, "It felt like she was speaking directly to you, Cody, and to you, Obi-Wan. Like you're a part of this prophecy."

The conversation was cut short as King Qui-gon addressed the room, his voice carrying a calm authority that quieted the murmurs. "We will consider the sorceress's words with the seriousness they deserve. For now, let us not jump to conclusions or let fear guide our actions."

King Jango nodded in agreement. "We have always stood strong, united in our differences. This will not change. Let us return to our courts and contemplate our next steps with wisdom and caution."

As the delegates began to disperse, the air still tinged with uncertainty, Cody and Obi-Wan lingered, their thoughts lingering on the enigmatic prophecy. There was a sense of an invisible thread weaving through their conversation, tying their fates to the words of the sorceress.

*** 

As the Moon Court delegation embarked on their nocturnal journey back to their realm, they traversed under a star-studded sky, where the cosmos painted stories in the vastness above. The soft sounds of the night were punctuated by the rhythmic canter of horses, their hooves gently tapping the earth, harmonizing with the nocturnal symphony of the wilderness.

Crown Prince Obi-Wan, astride a graceful steed that moved with an almost ethereal grace, led the procession. The horse, a magnificent creature with a coat as dark as the night sky and eyes that reflected the moon's glow, seemed an extension of Obi-Wan himself, moving with a quiet dignity that mirrored his rider's temperament.

Obi-Wan's posture was relaxed yet alert, his eyes occasionally lifting to gaze at the celestial tapestry above. The cool night air brushed against his skin, carrying whispers of the forest and the secrets of the night. His mind, however, was far from at ease, troubled by the words of the sorceress. "A union of hearts and armor..." he whispered to himself, the prophecy resonating within him, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled.

The thought of Prince Cody surfaced unbidden in his mind – their recent conversations, the shared looks, the subtle but unmistakable connection that had begun to form between them. Could this enigmatic prophecy be alluding to something beyond the political, something personal that tied them together?

Lost in thought, Obi-Wan hardly noticed when his younger brother, Anakin, rode up alongside him, breaking his contemplation. Anakin's horse, a spirited animal with a fiery mane, matched his rider's energetic and bold spirit.

"Lost in the stars, brother?" Anakin asked, his voice carrying a light, teasing tone, yet tinged with concern.

Obi-Wan smiled faintly, acknowledging Anakin's attempt to lighten his mood. "Just pondering the sorceress's words. They hint at something deeper than alliances – a bond of a more personal nature."

Riding on his other side, Ahsoka joined the conversation, her horse a dappled gray that moved with a lively step. "It does sound daunting, but we've faced challenges before. And we'll face this one together, whatever it may be."

The siblings continued their journey under the night sky, the conversation veering between light-hearted banter and thoughtful discussions about the future. Despite the uncertainty of the prophecy, their bond as a family offered a comforting sense of solidity against the unknown.

Upon reaching the Moon Court's castle, a silhouette of spires and turrets that seemed to rise out of the darkness itself, Obi-Wan dismounted his horse, his gaze lingering on the stars above. Though the path ahead was shrouded in mystery, he felt a renewed sense of purpose, fortified by the support of his family and the intriguing possibility of the bond foretold in the prophecy. In the quiet assurance of the night, Obi-Wan found a silent resolve, a determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the light of the stars and the strength of newfound connections.

As the Sun Court delegation made their way back to their kingdom, the journey was bathed in the brilliant light of the sun, casting long, golden shadows across the land. The entourage moved with a steady rhythm, the sound of hooves and the occasional clink of armor punctuating the air, resonating with the vibrant energy of the day.

At the forefront, Crown Prince Cody rode a majestic horse, its coat a lustrous golden hue that seemed to capture and reflect the sunlight. The horse moved with a proud, assertive gait, mirroring Cody's own confident and resolute nature. Cody sat tall in the saddle, his posture embodying the strength and poise of the Sun Court.

The warm sunlight played across his face, highlighting a thoughtful expression that seemed uncharacteristic of his usually decisive demeanor. Cody's mind was preoccupied with the sorceress's enigmatic prophecy, her words echoing in his head like a distant drumbeat. "Hearts and armor... a union beyond our courts," he mused, the idea both intriguing and unsettling.

Cody's contemplation was noticed by his younger brother, Rex, who rode up beside him. Rex's horse, a sturdy and reliable steed, matched his rider's practical and steadfast spirit.

"Something on your mind, Cody?" Rex inquired, his tone casual but perceptive.

Cody glanced at his brother, his expression softening. "Just thinking about the sorceress's warning. It suggests a bond that goes deeper than mere alliances. I wonder if it's pointing to something... or someone."

Rex nodded, understanding the weight of such thoughts. "Do you think it has to do with the Moon Court? With Prince Obi-Wan, perhaps?"

Cody's gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sun continued its relentless journey across the sky. "It's possible. Our interactions have been... different. There's an understanding there that I can't quite explain."

As they continued their ride, the conversation turned to the implications of the prophecy and what it might mean for the future of their court. Despite the uncertainty, Rex's presence and pragmatic insights offered Cody a sense of groundedness, a reminder that he wasn't alone in facing the challenges ahead.

Upon arriving at the Sun Court's castle, a magnificent structure that seemed to rise like a phoenix from the land, bathed in perpetual sunlight, Cody dismounted his horse. He stood for a moment, taking in the sight of his home, the walls glowing as if lit from within by the sun's eternal fire.

The journey back had left him with more questions than answers, but in the bright light of day, Cody found a sense of clarity and resolve. Whatever the prophecy entailed, whatever trials lay ahead, he knew that the strength of his court and the potential of the bond foretold would guide them through. The sun's unwavering journey across the sky was a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the light would always find a way to shine through.

****

As I said at the beginning, depending on your reactions, I might make this a series, but I would love to hear if that was something you wanted or not? If this one shot has satisfied your curiosity or not.

[ghostofskywalker]

If You Still Remember

Commander Cody/Plus Size!Reader

Words: 2,045

Summary: Shore leave gets a lot more complicated than you originally expected when the marshal commander of the GAR drunkenly admits his feelings for you in the middle of the night.

Note: this cody fic won the poll i had posted a little bit ago, and i am a woman of my word, so here it is! this has been sitting in my drive since like late december lol, so i'm happy to finally share it :)

Clone Troopers Masterlist

You were shaken out of a restful sleep by rapid and raucous knocking on your door, and for a moment you wondered whether or not it was worth it to get out of bed and see who was there, or just hope they would go away eventually. But your desire to not have to listen to the knocking anymore won out, and you dragged yourself out from under the covers with a scowl on your face. But when you finally pulled the door open and took a look at who had needed to see you in the middle of the night, you were instantly glad you got up.

Of all the people you thought might be at the door, the Marshal Commander of the GAR was not on that list. “Cody?” you asked tentatively, still trying to get a handle on the situation. “Is everything okay?”

“Do you know the code for my room?” he asked, and you could tell that he was desperately trying to keep his eyes open. “I forg’t it.”

The Republic kept specific bases for when the clones went on leave, areas that could be used for a week and then occupied by a different battalion, which would explain why Cody hadn’t committed his code to memory. The two of you had been assigned neighboring private rooms due to the prestige he held and the fact that you were the only civilian attachment working in the 212th at the moment and there weren’t any other battalions on Coruscant right now (other than the Guard). Come to think of it, you barely remembered the code you had been assigned, so you really didn’t blame him for not remembering in his current state.

You knew that many of the boys had planned to hit 79’s this evening (they had even invited you but you had other plans with some friends), but you never expected Cody to reach this level of inebriation. It was clear that he was drunk, with the way his eyelids drooped slightly and the fact that his expression was not the alert one you were used to seeing him wear each day. To answer his question, you shook your head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your room’s code.”

“‘S okay,” was his response. “I’ll go see if the boys have ‘n extra bunk in their barracks.”

He turned away from the door, but you called his name before he could get farther than three steps away. “You can stay in my room tonight if you want.”

It must have been some combination of his fatigue and the liquor still in his system that caused him to accept, because you couldn’t think of any other reason he would do so. You knew the commander well due to your work as a civilian attachment, but you wouldn’t really say your friendship was at the point where you would regularly stay in each others’ rooms.

However, it seemed all that was about to change, and he stumbled into your room almost immediately after you offered. The first thing you noticed was that he was wearing nothing but his blacks, and you really hoped that he hadn’t gone out to 79’s with his armor on (because if he lost his plastoid you didn’t know what to do). The second thing you noticed was that he immediately collapsed face first onto the bed.

“Cody?” you asked gently, tapping his shoulder so you didn’t scare him. “Where is your armor?”

“Didn’t have it when I wen’ out,” he slurred, pulling himself into a sitting position and dangling his feet off the edge of the bed. The normally infallible and always focused commander had a dopey smile on his face, and his eyes didn’t look as tired as they usually did. This night was probably good for him, you decided, even if it was a bit strange for you. He deserves to let loose and forget about the war for a little while.

As you moved to walk away from where you were standing next to him, you felt two arms wrap around your waist. “Where are you going?” Cody asked.

He was strong, all the clones were, but you never realized just how strong he was until he had his arms around you and was trying to pull you back towards him, because you stumbled a little and almost fell backwards in his direction. “I’m just going to get you some water,” you said, placing your hands over his and trying to loosen his grip on you. “And a painkiller for when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

“I won’t need that stuff,” he said, still dead set on trying to keep you close to him. “I just want to cuddle with you.”

Well, that was a set of words you never expected to hear from him. “Cody,” you said quietly, trying to let him down easy so that he doesn’t do something he will regret tomorrow morning. “You’re going to want water eventually, and if you really drank as much as I think you did, a painkiller is a good idea.”

The hands on your waist did eventually let go, and the commander’s expression was one you would describe a toddler wearing when he was told that he wasn’t allowed to eat an entire box of cookies. You wondered if the topic of cuddling would be dropped, but you knew that wasn’t the case after you placed a canteen of water and two headache pills on the nightstand next to the bed and Cody looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“You should really go to sleep,” you said.

“Where are you going to sleep?” You glanced over at the couch, and he immediately caught on, protesting that you should be the one to sleep in the bed. He even stood up and walked over to you as he earnestly proclaimed that he’d be fine if he slept on the couch.

“No, you need a better night’s sleep than I do,” you said, reaching down to take his hand and as you did, he stopped and looked into your eyes.

It was like the physical contact had awakened some kind of sleeper agent in him, because he immediately changed the topic of discussion. “Can I kiss you?”

Okay, maybe you would have given in to cuddling, but there was no way you thought he actually wanted to kiss you. “Cody, you’re drunk,” you reminded him. “You should go to sleep now.”

“But I want to kiss you first,” he said matter-of-factly. “This is the only time I’ve ever been able to tell you how I feel, and I don’t want to kark it up.”

“This is just because you’re drunk,” you responded, trying not to let yourself hope that he actually felt this way. Your past romantic experiences had never turned out well, and you didn’t want to let yourself ruin whatever friendship you had with him over something small like this. “Whatever Waxer and Boil gave you at 79’s must have really done a number on you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.”

“Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

You took a breath and waited a moment before responding. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow when you wake up,” you said quietly. “If you still remember this conversation, and you still feel the same way, then we can talk again.”

You almost regretted giving him that option, but it seemed to be the only thing that would get him to go to sleep. The commander’s iron grip on your hand meant that you would be sharing the bed with him rather than your original plan of sleeping on the couch, but you didn’t really mind. In fact, you liked the feeling of having another body in the same bed as you, so you let yourself imagine a reality in which Cody did actually mean the things he said, and that it wasn’t just a product of liquid overindulgence.

And as you fell asleep that night, you tried not to think too hard about the fact that eventually you (and Cody) were going to have to face the consequences of your actions.

***

The barracks that the republic provided were never the height of luxury, and they apparently couldn’t even spring for decently opaque curtains in the officer’s quarters. The light from the city-planet’s morning rush came flooding into the room, and you opened your eyes, having completely forgotten about the events of the previous night. Or, at least you did until you looked over and saw Cody’s hair poking out from under the covers.

You did your best to get out of bed without waking the commander, but it didn’t really work. He sleepily raised his head from the pillow, and the two of you stared at each other for a few moments.

Eventually, it was you who broke the silence. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Commander.”

Cody just nodded, and he definitely looked a little worse for wear. “What happened last night?” he said sleepily, putting his hands over his eyes to try and block out the brightness of the room.

“You got hammered at 79’s,” you said, a small laugh escaping your mouth at his bewildered expression. “And then you forgot the code to your room, so you knocked on my door in the middle of the night.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding. “I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused.”

“Please, Cody, it was no big deal,” you said. “I’m just glad you’re okay, you seemed pretty out of it.”

“And I didn’t say or do anything else last night?” he asked.

You had a choice here: either admit that he’d tried to kiss you, or just lie to his face. Your insecurities ended up winning out, because you didn’t want to make it seem like you were trying to get him to kiss you, or that you were lying about what happened if he truly didn’t remember. “Nope, don’t worry,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face. “You pretty much just passed out as soon as I let you in the door.”

It wasn’t until you had gotten out of bed and turned towards the door that he spoke again. “Why are you lying to me?” His voice sounded quiet and hurt, so you turned around to see him get up and walk over to you. “I may have been drunk last night, but I remember everything I said to you. And I also remember a certain offer you made.”

As you responded, your voice came out just as quiet. “I didn’t want you to think I was trying to pressure you if you regretted what you said to me.”

“I wouldn’t have regretted it last night, and I certainly wouldn’t regret it now,” he said. “I meant what I said, but if you don’t see me in that way I’m not going to force myself on you.”

“No!” you said quickly, and then took a breath before continuing to speak. “I like you a lot, but I’m just not the best at relationships. When you asked me last night if you could kiss me, I really wanted to say yes, but I also couldn’t shake the image of you waking up and feeling horrified by what you had done.”

Cody reached down and took your hand in his. “I would never do such a thing, no matter how much I drank. But I really like you, and I’d really like to kiss you now.”

You didn’t even bother to answer, instead leaning in to press your lips to his. He reciprocated almost immediately, and the feeling of his lips moving against yours made your knees weak for a fleeting moment. You felt his hand pull out of yours and come to rest on your hip, effectively keeping you close to him as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally had to break for air, he didn’t loosen his grip on you. “Now, I’m still tired, can we please go back to bed for a little while? Neither of us have anything to do today.”

And with the look in his eyes, who were you to deny such a tempting request?

- the end -

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[miseries-mistress]

THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT | COMMANDER CODY

This fic is for the @cloneficgiftexchange , my story is too @chicknstripz based of the prompt "Do you think they saw us sneak off?"

Synopsis: Galas have never interested you. Dressing up, smothering makeup on, and entertaining people who attended for appearances alone is pitiful as well as painful, but an unexpected guest turns the dreadful night around. 

Warnings: female reader, fluff, kissing, no spice, happy fucking ending bc he deserves one. W/C: 1225

Notes: i know you said fluff, but i had to add a pinch of sadness. i actually can't help myself! I hope you like it!

star wars masterlist

You'd rather be anywhere but here. No matter how the senators framed this gala, it was nothing but an excuse to garner support for the Republic and funds despite the invite plastering "charity" over the heading. Being an advisor to the Republic, you often attend such events in a dress worth more than most Corosants residents' paychecks. It's a requirement for someone working so in-depth with Jedi and clones alike, no matter how entitled you feel and far from the comfort of your uniform when you step into the building.

Soft classical music floats out the grand doors, and the troopers you pass by nod respectfully after noticing you from your many appearances through different battalions. You could easily be picked out among the rest, whether it was how uncomfortable you looked or the dress that didn't fit quite right, you didn't know. You offer them a smile before turning back to polite chatter barely above the melody. Maybe you would have enjoyed this more and soaked in these rare pleasantries if tomorrow's work hadn't hung over your head so dauntingly. Working with the 501st never bothered you. In fact, you got along well with Rex and his men, but pursuing any diplomacy with Anakin present is nothing short of exasperating, so much so that you find it hard to believe he holds the rank of a Jedi.

"Well, don't you look lonely?" the man behind you asks. An unmistakable husk to the teasing lilt in his voice prompts your head to jerk in surprise. You turn, caught in Cody's gaze, while the confidence slowly drains from his eyes the longer you hold it, finally noticing the front of your dress dripping down your curves. There's something inexplicable in his stare, the way it slowly slides down your body, an emotion you could only compare to ravenous enlarging his pupils. 

"You look…" he trails off, his Adam's apple bobbing as his irises find their way back to yours in an attempt to formulate the words congealed in his throat. "Really nice."

He bites back a wince. That's not what he wanted to say. 

Your chuckle does little to settle him, his mind rushing with possibilities of how you interpreted his complement as your hands run down his suit lapel, and he tries to straighten himself, maybe to seem presentable in front of you. Even after all the battles you've witnessed together, Cody still makes an effort to look like what he feels is a "real man." As if there was such a thing. 

"And you cleaned up nicely." He did. He really did. Cody looked almost...regal in the tailored black suit, rippling with lean muscle accentuated by the hugging fabric. Heat rises to your cheeks the longer you stare, and you clear your throat, forcing yourself to concentrate on what you're saying. "Well, I didn't expect you to show up tonight, not that it's unwelcome." 

You offer him a smile, understanding his flushed expression as thinly veiled embarrassment, removing your hands from his chest. A look of longing flashes across his honeyed irises before he clears his throat, his hand rubbing sheepishly at his nape. 

"Yeah, well, I usually see you before you're sent elsewhere. Besides, certain clone commanders were invited to showcase ourselves to members of the Senate…something about seeing us in person." He huffs, clearly disgruntled. "Not that it matters. It won't change their opinions of us."

You nodded. You've been around your fair share of senators throughout your career. But, being one of many ambassadors in the military and traveling across star systems to quell conflict in the people, senators often discarded them. Tossing their opinions forged from many years of training aside from the preconception that comes with the name. Seeing the hatred clones face is one thing, but witnessing how deeply it affects them is another. 

Cody avoids your regard, searching for anything else to latch onto besides the raw emotions crackling in the air. 

"Hey." A finger taps against his prominent jawbone, drawing him away from his thoughts. "Not right now. Let's just make the most of this time."

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers and giving the rough skin a squeeze, calluses digging into yours. Loud laughter slices through the air, and your attention shifts to the group of aristocrats loudly talking among themselves, glasses of alcohol swinging loosely in their hands. You wince, the environment you created fleeting from your grasp just as Cody leans in, his mouth a hairsbreadth away from your ear, and a raspy breath accompanied by a hum is enough to have you hanging off every single word. "Let's get out of here, yeah? Make the most of our time?"

You can only nod, the words caught in your throat as the familiar warmth ignites in your stomach, spreading throughout your limbs until you're giddy with the implications of what comes next.

Knowing the layout better than you, he leads you by hand down the hall, passing guards in a hazy blur, your head reeling at the point of contact. The mysteriousness, the longing, the desire to be closer than you could have ever imagined has your breaths coming in shallow pants, desperate for some reprieve from the shared ache between you two. 

Finally, the door slides open, the night air kissing your cheeks with a chilliness you feel under your skin. The soft shut of the door behind you and his face in front of yours allows an unprompted giggle to slide past your lips, stealing a glimpse of the door before peeking back at him. 

"Do you think they saw us sneak off?" His lips twitch into a ghost of a grin, stepping towards you. You feel like teenagers, too wrapped in the moment to consider the consequences and everything that could crush what you've constructed into thousands of pieces, absorbed in the thrill of secrecy to consider your lives outside this instance. Not Republic members fighting for a better tomorrow, just lovers.

"You worry too much for your own good." Cody slides a hand up your cheek, and you can feel the pulse in his fingertips, the quickness of his breath. He seems nervous, debating the action before pressing his lips to yours in a tender cling. It's cliché the way it steals your breath away as you melt into him, and the hands that shift from your cheeks to shoulders and then slide painstakingly down your back are filled with tender warmth. You feel aware of everything at once, the pressure of his mouth, the taste of your kiss, the ardor of his hand cascading down the knobs of your spine, and the texture of his slightly cracked lips.

He holds your mouth captive so he can feel every place where they touch and every place when they pull away. You can't help but savor the air you share in seconds afterwards as you slip your nose across his, the instant too intimate to be painted by words. Even your breaths sync together while you stand there. 

Cody's fingers drift to your hips, pulling you flush to his chest in a swift movement. Gentle hands draw circles along your covered skin, pressing a kiss next to your ear. His voice is husker than usual, mysterious, and inviting. 

"But I wouldn't have it any other way." 

[sinfulsalutations]

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“Cody, Cody, ahh–”

The only tangible response you get is the slightest pull away from your sopping pussy and a breathless chuckle before he goes back to the task at hand.

He’s wanted you like this for weeks now. You know that when he comes home to you, pressing his entire body onto yours and kissing you breathless. Neither of you care that he’s still in his kit, it’ll come off anyway when you make it to the bedroom. You simply need each other as two human beings, two people so in love who can’t bear all the time apart. 

“`Missed you.” Through the waves of unrelenting pleasure, you manage to say what you both feel, but not without letting out a moan when you finish your thought. Cody hums, half as a response, half as a way to further stimulate you, the vibrations of his voice making your thighs shake under his grip. You sigh.

“I know,” Is his only response, but his tone isn’t smug. It’s instead an affirmation, assurance that you weren’t foolish in your wanton longing, and it makes you feel even the slightest twinge better. His tongue runs over you, slow and gentle, making you let out a delicate moan; Cody smiles into your pussy. 

“You’re so good to me, baby,” He mutters. You lift your head to glimpse his face and see how truly pussy-drunk he looks; his eyes are half-lidded, threatening to close as his jaw remains slack with his tongue hanging out, reveling in your taste. He’s perfect, you decide, and reach down to search for his hand. Once you do lazily interlock fingers, your head falls back again. “So, so good.”

Cody lets his tongue do most of the work, having it run through your lips to finely part them in articulate movements; sporadically, he allows it to push, find the shallow parts of your entrance and swirl it there. He pulls away the moment you begin to whimper, and every time you squeeze his hand in retaliation, whining louder for him to feel guilty.

“Oh, please,” You mewl pathetically; it’s hard to feel shame or dignity in your boyfriend’s presence, and frankly, you don’t wish to. “I’m so close, I–fuck–”

He takes your clit into his mouth as you’re talking and sucks, rendering you a gasping mess; your body twitches, and the hand not interlocked with yours presses to your stomach, pinning you to the mattress. Cody’s firm, his force as relentless here as it is on a battlefield, and you know he won’t let you slip past his hold until he has you gushing over his tongue.

You reach that peak fast. In your haze you buck against him, ass lifting off the soaked mattress to press your pussy onto his face. Whispers of your name leave you, choked and pushed from your chest as he gets his fill, and once you’re fully satiated, he lifts and moves your hand to run against his face, against all your juices.

“I’m gonna marry you just for doing that,” You sigh out, a dopey smile etched onto your please-ridden face.

Cody smiles, pressing a firm kiss to your palm, leaving a coat of wetness in its trail.

“Oh, it would be my honor, cyar’ika.”

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[clone-anon-after-dark]

Just Cody

Cody x GN reader

Word count: 1017

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, praise, softer dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, PiA or pegging, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship, they’ve done this before

Cody was home and you didn’t waste any time.  Your kisses were a little aggressive, but you both smiled the whole time.  He pulled his shirt off and started tugging at yours.

“You know what I need,” he asked, clinging to you.

“What?” You grinned, knowing you were both about to get lucky.

“To just be Cody,” he replied seriously, looking into your eyes. “I need you to take care of me.”

This wasn’t just getting lucky.  This was Cody trusting you in a way he trusted no one else.  The marshall commander was set aside and he could show another part of himself with you.  Sometimes being himself meant giving up control.

After reviewing ground rules, he spent plenty of time in the refresher and opened the bedroom door wearing nothing except a towel around his waist. You were already standing next to the bed completely naked.

“Take off the towel, Cody. Get on the bed.”

He complied, his heart in his throat as his breath was already shortened.  He had nerves in the best way.  You got on the bed, kneeling over him, your kisses demanding.  Your hands roamed over him and your body already felt like it was on fire. He asked permission to touch you, giving you both goosebumps.

“Yes,” you said in something of a growl before kissing his forehead tenderly.

His calloused yet loving hands caressed your body, touching you in exactly the way he knew would make you feel good as you spent time making sure he was well lubricated and inviting.  His hot breath sent chills down your spine and he made sure you knew how much he wanted you to take him.

When you were both sure he was ready, you stood next to the bed and could feel the excitement reverberating off him.

Your instruction was simple.  “Edge of the bed, on your knees for me. Don’t touch yourself.”

Cody did as he was told, ass in the air over the edge of the bed, waiting for you.  There was such a thrill in the way he exposed himself to you and trusted you completely.  You took your time, bending over his body and kissing him between his shoulder blades and all the way down the middle of his back.  You felt him sigh and smiled.  You entered him slowly, wanting to take your time, and held on to his hips. You kneaded the flesh and started to move.

“How fast should I go,” you asked with a grin he couldn’t see.

“As fast as you want,” he replied, face resting on a pillow.

“Good boy.”

You picked up the pace, knowing exactly how much to push and what his limits were.  You felt your heart skip a beat and tried to control your breathing.  It felt amazing and hearing his little moans made your heart race faster.  You couldn’t stop yourself from squeezing his thighs as you thrust your hips.  Everything about this experience with him was intoxicating.

“Please,” Cody begged quietly between gasps of air. “Please, can I see you?”  His question was filled with love. A desire to see you and be seen.  You couldn’t deny him and briefly left his body.

Your instructions were a touch softer this time.  “On your back and don’t touch yourself.”

Cody did as he was told, lying on his back, knees apart, gripping the sheets as you entered him again.  He let out another sigh and got lost staring at you. His dark brown eyes communicated his need and pure desire for you.  You kissed him and decided to tease him, running your hands up his hips and chest, feeling him melt and writhe underneath you, but denying him the touch you knew he wanted.  He let out a soft whimper.

“Not yet,” you said as you started that delicious movement again.  You repeated your earlier question with a playful grin.  “How fast should I go?”

“As fast as you want,” he said, need building.

“Good,” you replied as you picked up the pace.

You both seemed to lose track of time, too busy moaning and trying to remember to breathe.  You were absolutely in love with this man.  This man who was giving all of himself to you, completely trusting you.  You could tell he was trying his hardest to avoid touching himself, gripping the sheets even as his arms and legs shook.  You bent down, continuing to move, but a little more gentle.  You ran your hand through his hair and kissed him once before sitting up again.  You knew you weren’t going to last much longer and neither was he.

“You can touch yourself now,” you said.  “You’ve done such a good job for me.”

Cody hooked his legs around your hips and fondled his balls.  He looked so incredibly sexy and you felt like you could cry over how much you loved him.  The anticipation had been overwhelming and your name came across his lips in a breathy scream as he came on his own chest.

Your own high was right behind his.  You couldn’t help but call out his name in a tone that conveyed your own need.  Any dominance on your part was gone.  You looked at him and felt emotion caught in your throat.  Like his love and your love for him were the only things that mattered.  

As you both glowed in the aftermath, you laid down next to him and rubbed your thumb on his cheek.  His eyes searched yours.  Despite the act itself being over, he still felt incredibly vulnerable.  You slowly kissed him and whispered how much you loved him.  Cody glowed like sunshine and soaked up the reassurance.  His smile communicated everything and he reached up to cup your face.

“I love you too,” he said between soft kisses.

You took your time cleaning up and helping him feel comfortable and safe.  He sighed as you pulled him back into your arms.  He loved when you held him close.  You kissed him along his shoulder and up his neck before whispering another “I love you.”

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[starryevermore]

and back again (sequel to “to the ends of the galaxy”) ✧ commander cody

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request: OK BUT THE SMUTT THAT WOULD TAKE PLACE ON THAT SPACESHIP ON THE WAY TO THE BB BOYS (THE BBB IG YOU WILL) So soft and releasing years of yearning CODYS A VIRGIN TOO Cause he was a clone and had no time, and wanted no one other than the reader. THE READER THOUGH FUCKED ANAKIN AND SO SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING (like it was a stress release fuck buddy situation) - @captainsbestgal​

pairing: commander cody x fem!jedi!reader

summary: you show cody just how much you love him. 

word count: 2,824

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, virgin!cody, loss of virginity, soft sex, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, cody speaking in mando’a, pet name (mesh’la/cyar’ika/cyare)

to the ends of the galaxy (PART 1)

There was a lot of time while in hyperspace to just think. Which, now that Cody had you by his side, wasn’t such a bad thing. Before, when he was traveling on his own, he let his mind drift back to the Order, about all the things he did, of all the regret that seeped into his heart. Now, he thought about how you held his hand while on a supply run, giving his hand a gentle squeeze to let him know you were there for him. He thought about how you asked if you could kiss him when, after you both returned to the ship, he revealed that he bought your favorite fruit. If he thought long enough, he could still remember the feeling of your lips on his, the weight of your body against his as you leaned against him, the way you fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. 

Cody shifted in his chair, crossing his leg over his knee in an effort to hide his growing bulge. He snuck a look at you to see if you noticed. Your head was turned down, looking at some news reports on your holopad. Safa Toma had been a bit of a bust. Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had been there, but they didn’t stay for long. Most people you and him talked to didn’t know much about them. Just that they came in, Tech raced, Tech won, and then they disappeared. But, eventually, one lead led them to another to another. They were closing on the Bad Batch—or, at least, Cody hoped they were. He didn’t want this all to be for nothing (even if it did mean that he got to spend his days in close quarters with you). 

“You know, I never knew you could fly a ship,” Cody said as he watched you. It was odd, to bring it up now, after flying together for so long already. He wanted to comment on it the first time he got into your ship, but he was too focused on the fact that you were there, that you were right in front of him, that you were alive. (And, perhaps, a little distracted by the idea that he was a few steps closer to calling you his.) 

“Anakin taught me,” you said, glancing up from the report. You set the pad to the side and leaned back in your seat, looking over at Cody. With a wink, you said, “Whatever he told me to do, I did the opposite. Haven’t crashed a ship yet.”

Cody snorted. “I was about to say, it might just be time for me to take the wheel if you learned from him.”

“You don’t gotta worry about that. I would never hurt a hair on your pretty little head,” you said. Your mouth quirked up into a smirk. Your voice was deeper, more sultry, as you said, “Unless you’d like me to? Think I felt a little soldier standing at attention when I was pulling on your hair earlier.”

Cody’s face grew red hot. You did that a lot nowadays. Teased him, tried to rile him up. It didn’t take much, if he was being honest. Cody had never touched a woman before. He never really wanted to, not unless it was you. But he had a duty to the Republic, and you had your Jedi Code. It was something that never really happened. But now that you were here, giving him the attention he craved and hoped for and dreamed of, it sometimes felt like he would pass out if you so much as grazed your fingers against any bit of his bare skin. 

“I, uh—”

Cody’s words died in his throat as you got up from your seat and approached him. You swung one leg over his lap, then the other, settling into your newly discovered seat. You leaned down, lips ghosting over his. “Nervous little thing, aren’t you? This alright, pretty boy?”

“More than alright,” he managed. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands. Does he leave them on the arm rests of his chair? Does he touch you? Where does he touch you? Swallowing hard, he placed his hands on your hips. He pulled you closer. “You know a lot about riling a man up for a Jedi.”

You quirked a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kriff. Did he offend you? That was the last thing he wanted to do. “I-I just meant that your Code forbid attachment. I thought that you wouldn’t have any,” he cleared his throat, “…experience.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. You reached up, carding your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch. “You don’t have to form an attachment in order to have sex, Cody. It’s just as enjoyable without it, you know.”

A sour feeling twisted at Cody’s stomach. A flash of you having sex with someone danced across his mind. He had no right to feel the way he did. You could do whatever, or whoever, you wanted. But, still, the idea ate at him.

“Did you have an attachment to every person you’ve slept with, Commander?” you asked. 

“Oh, I’ve never—” Cody cleared his throat, looking away from you. He knew you wouldn’t judge him. He knew you wouldn’t think poorly of him. But, still, a bit of…shame? humiliation?…bubbled in the pit of his stomach. “I wouldn’t know.”

A look of surprise flashed across your face. “Never?” you asked. 

“Never.” He gripped your hips a little harder, almost afraid that you might slip away from him. He didn’t want to lose you. “Never wanted anyone unless it was you.”

“Oh, Cody.” You leaned in, pressed your lips against his. As you pulled away, Cody found himself following you, leaning in. You let him, resting your forehead against his. “You’re too sweet for this galaxy.”

Cody nuzzled his nose against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “Only because you have always been so kind. Always saw us clone as people. Treated us as friends, as family. I wanted to be the kind of man you’d love.”

“No, cyar’ika, you were always a good man, long before I ever met you. The moment I met you, I knew that you had light in your heart. That you were loyal, and loving. You were already the kind of man I would love.”

He leaned in closer, pulling you against his chest. He wanted you as close as close could be. He wanted to melt in to you. He wanted to be a part of you. But, a question itched at the back of his mind. A question he didn’t quite want to know the answer to. A question he couldn’t quite stop himself from asking. “H-How did you find the time? To…you know? You always seemed so busy.”

You paused, pulling away slightly. You almost looked like you weren’t going to answer, like you were going to change the subject. But you always told him the truth. You never beat around the bush with him. So, in an uncharacteristically small voice, you said, “Anakin wasn’t always teaching me how to fly when we went into the cockpit.”

Oh. Cody really didn’t want to know that. He preferred it when he could picture some faceless person with you. Now, there was an all-too-familiar face attached to the figure. Cody could almost see Anakin looking at him, taunting him, like he was bragging about having something Cody didn’t. 

“I thought…” Cody looked away. “I walked in, once, on Anakin and Padmé. Just, just talking, but talking like…they loved each other. Was he…”

“What Anakin and I did was before he and Padmé ever got together,” you said. “And it was never anything more than just…stress relief. I was riddled with anxiety because my trials were soon. Anakin was still a Padawan, struggling with controlling his emotions. We thought if we got our frustrations out, we would become better Jedi. I don’t know how well that worked, but it was never anything more than that. It ended long before the war, long before Anakin and Padmé began their relationship, long before I met you.”

“It didn’t mean anything? With General Skywalker?” You had already told him, but he needed to hear it again. He needed to hear it just one more time. 

“Anakin and I would have never worked as anything more than friends with benefits. He’s too reckless, too arrogant. We would have hated each other if we were an actual couple,” you said. “Anakin was never the man I wanted. I wanted someone who cared about doing the right thing. Who made sure to keep his family out of harms way. Someone calm, capable, and compassionate. Cody, you’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”

“…love me?” You had said it—hinted at it—before, but now the words were actually registering with him. He couldn’t believe it. He almost thought it all to be a dream. 

“Do you want me to show you? Show how much I love you?”

Cody’s breath caught in his throat. Kriff, how could you affect him so easily? Was this just because of his inexperience? Or was it because it was you, the woman he longed for for years, thinking that he could never have, offering her mind, body, soul to him? 

“Please.”

A whine escaped Cody’s lips as you slid off his lips. He reached out for you, ready to pull you back, but you only shook your head. You sank down to your knees in front of him, reaching for the growing bulge between his legs. Cody was grateful that he had taken off his armor, wearing only his blacks while the two of you were traveling through hyperspace. It had been a choice of comfort before, but now…Now he was glad that there were less layers between you and him. 

“All this for me, pretty boy?” you cooed, palming his clothed cock.

Cody nodded, holding back a groan. 

“C’mon, baby, don’t hold back from me. Wanna hear all the pretty noises you can make, yeah?” you said. You freed his cock, letting out a gasp. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the kiss, gave his length a few, slow pumps. “To think I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful. A pretty cock for a pretty man, hm?”

“Kriff, please—I need you!” Cody gasped. It felt like all of his senses were alight. Like he might actually melt into a puddle of goo if you kept touching him like that. But, Maker, he didn’t want you to stop. 

“Anything for you, ner cyare.”

Cody swore his soul left his body when you put your mouth around his cock. Kriff. His eyes screwed shut, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. He could have came right then and there. But he didn’t want this to be over so soon, not when he finally had you. He wanted this to last. He wanted to remember this.

When he opened his eyes, he saw you staring up at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length, sweet slurping noises escaping your mouth. “Please, keep doing that—” he moaned. “Maker, that feels so good.”

You were able to take an impressive amount of his cock down your throat, but he was too big for you to take it all. You took what you couldn’t fit into your mouth in one hand, your other hand cupping his balls and—kriff, how was he not meant to come undone when you were so good at this? When you knew how to touch him just right? 

“I think I’m gonna—”

He came before he could finish his sentence, the waves of ecstasy washing over him like a tidal wave. His eyes squeezed shut as he came with a shout, one of his hands flying to the back of your head, holding you in place as he filled your mouth with his seed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw you pulling away, swallowing his cum, batting your pretty eyes up at him. 

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh.” You rose back to your feet then settled back into his lap. “Don’t you dare apologize.”

“I didn’t mean to cum so fast—”

“It’s okay, cyare, it was your first time. We have our entire lives to build your stamina, yeah?” You kissed him, a smile pulling at your lips. “We can start again as soon as you’re ready.”

It was moments like this that reaffirmed Cody’s love and adoration for you. You were so considerate towards him. Though he knew you would never make him feel bad, it did make butterflies flutter around his stomach to hear your kind words. To hear you say that you want to spend your life with him, that you wanted to be with him. 

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner jetii,” Cody whispered, caressing your hair. I love you, my Jedi—I will know you forever, my Jedi. 

“And I love you, my Commander.”

“Can I…Can I do that to you?” he asked. 

“No, my love, I’m taking care of you.”

A whimper escaped Cody’s mouth. “Please, let me taste you, cyare—”

You kissed the tip of his nose, then shook your head. “Another time, my love. Right now is about you. Okay?”

He grabbed at your hips, pulled you closer. You let out a laugh, kissed him softly, grinding slowly down on his already hardening cock. His voice was breathy as he asked, “Promise?”

“I promise.” 

You reached down, guiding his cock between your slick folds, your panties pulled to the side. the feeling of the silky fabric made him gasp. His fingers dug into your hips as you slid down his length, a loud moan escaping your lips. 

“F-Fuck, you’re so big—”

Cody couldn’t help himself. He needed the ego stroke. Needed to know that he was better. “Bigger than General Skywalker?” he asked. 

“S-So much bigger—Dunno if you’re gonna fit—”

Cody thrusted up, fully sheathing himself inside you. Oh, kriff, you were practically strangling him! “Damn right I am,” he grunted.

He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to do it—not when he was felt so unsure about what he was doing—but Cody found himself rising up, you in his arms. Your legs hooked around his waist, hands gripping at his hair, as he thrust into you. He still wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but with the way you were squeezing him, milking him, he knew he had to be doing something right. 

Cody took a step forward, then another, until you were seated on top of the control panel. He dipped his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin. You screamed his name as he suckled on the spot right below your ear. A smirk crossed his face, deciding to sink his teeth there. Oh. He liked that. He liked marking you. He liked a physical reminder that you were his. 

“Oh, right there—” you gasped when he hit a particular spot. “Maker, keep doing that—”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Cody was like a man starved. He had deprived himself of this pleasure for so long. Now that he had it, now that it was at his fingertips, now that he finally, finally, got to love you fully, wholly, he wouldn’t stop until you were as happy, as content, as satisfied as he was. You made him the happiest man in the galaxy, after all. Why shouldn’t he do the same for you? 

Your cunt squeezed him like a vice as you came undone. Little gasps escaped your lips as you rode out the pleasure, holding Cody against your body, like you wanted to melt into him just like he wanted to melt into you. 

“Where do you want me to—”

“Inside—‘m on birth control,” you say. 

With your permission, Cody lets himself cum again, his hips stuttering as he thrust himself inside you. As the pleasure washed over him, Cody stilled, holding you close. Kriff. This was perfect. This was everything he ever could have wanted, with the woman he only ever wanted this was. Maker, how was he supposed to continue on, knowing this pleasure? Was it too late to abandon the quest of finding his brothers? Could he be selfish, find some planet untouched by the Empire, start a proper life with you? 

“You’re incredible, mesh’la.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Dunno how you can do that without getting attached, though.”

You laughed. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

You leaned in, nuzzled your nose against his. “Well, we still got some time until we’re outta hyperspace. You wanna see just how attached we can become until then?”

“Oh, please—”

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commander cody x reader

summary | cody can't help to wander from time to time, thinking about perfect times and everything he could've had done differently.

warnings | fem!reader, jedi!reader (third person), vague mentions of death and injuries

word count | 853

note | i started writing this after the solitary clone, what cody said really make something to me, so this is more like a thought about him and a sad thing i made up

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For the first time in what feels like forever, he’s alone. Maybe it’s an exaggeration, maybe he's right to think it could be forever, not that his life has been that long at that point, but it feels like it.

He can't think of a single moment in his life when there wasn't someone by his side, someone he could go to when he needed to; he didn't do that too much anyway, he always tried to keep his problems to himself, but still. He didn't used to think about any of that, but now his chest quivers at the realization. He is alone.

He can't look away. An image so familiar yet so strange at the same time, the stars glowing at the distance, creating patterns that surround the ship that’s floating in the middle of nowhere, but even that’s better than the place he just left. He shifts on his seat, was it right to think about it that way? He starts to wonder if he made the right choice and, even if he didn't, there’s no turning back now anyway. There would be questions and he doesn't have answers, not even for himself.

The empty black space stares right at him in response, what is it seeing? Is it staring at the clouds in his head? like everyone looks at them in the sky when they say that a storm is coming. Maybe it’s trying to figure him out, but there’s no way to know it, maybe it’s waiting, for what? He doesn’t know, but he likes to think that something better is gonna happen, even when he doesn't deserve it, not after everything he’s done.

It’s in times like this that the silence starts to feel uncomfortable, like one of those parasites he’d heard about, the ones that get in your head and start messing with everything that’s there. He enjoyed the silence once, but in that time there was always someone with him, helping him fill the gaps with their presence and he could get lost in the beauty of a quiet room, away from the horrific sounds of everything that was always happening around him.

A time ago he wanted to get rid of the noise, now he needs it, because the silence just gets louder and louder and it reminds him of her. It’s not that he doesn’t like to remember her, but with her memory comes things that he would rather erase from his head.

Everything reminds him of her these days and sometimes he just wants to forget, but how could he? When he swears he can hear her calling his name in every silent place, when the warmth of the sunlight feels like her fingertips brushing against his cheek with that softness only she posses and when the stars that now stare at him look exactly like the shine of her eyes when they meet his. How can he forget when every single thing in existence reminds him of her?

He stops looking outside, his eyes clinging to the empty seat at his left, imagining that if he stares at it enough time she's gonna appear, giving him one of her sweet smiles and assuring him that everything's gonna be fine; maybe that’s what he needs now, his name falling from her lips one more time, in a different way that the last time it did, less worried, less afraid.

His forehead gets against the panel in front of him, the cold material making chills run down his spine and, with eyes closed and that awful feeling crawling to his chest, he thinks about her one more time; maybe in a comforting way, maybe he's just blaming himself again, for everything. That pops another question to his head and with that, another memory.

Would it be a little masochistic of him to think about her purposefully? He never saw himself that way but couldn’t help but wonder if he really was like it, just like she said once.

He was back after a mission where everything went wrong and, as always, who was going to carry the blame? Him. No one said anything about it, it was more like a joint defeat for everyone else, but he couldn’t stop thinking that maybe if he had done something different there wouldn’t be any casualties.

"You have to stop beating yourself up" were her words in that tone she used when she was worried, her voice always seemed to soften when she talked to him, he never said anything about it, enjoying the privilege of seeing a less cold side of her "I'm starting to think you enjoy it" she said, caressing his arm, fingertips brushing over the patch on his most recent injury.

He didn’t answer at the moment, melting into her touch and the peace her presence brought him, but he’d like to tell her how wrong she was. He didn’t enjoy the pressure he was in, but he needed to get through it, he needed to keep his image and so was she, they just had instants when they could let go, instants when nothing but them mattered and they could simply enjoy. Now those instants were gone and so was she and it was, ultimately, his fault.

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✧ jesus christ where do i even start with this mf

✧ we all know he's got thick sexy, voluptuous, muscular, droid chocking thighs and he likes to use them <3

✧ my favourite example

✧ ive read too many cody fics to not think about riding his thigh constantly. so he loves needy sluts he can just let grind on his thigh while he's busy.

✧ yk he's a busy man has lots to do, reports to write, men to command and sometimes he struggles to make time for you. not that he doesn't love you because he does with his entire heart. and sometimes you just get a bit needy for your pretty boy and he's still finishing reports for obi-wan.

✧ "codyyyyy you almost done?" you whined softly. "soon mesh'la" he replied, eyes glued to the device in front of him. you rolled your eyes and pulled his chair out slightly to sit yourself on his thigh. at first, you just cuddle him making sure you don't get in his way. until he bounces his thigh slightly making you suck in a harsh breath.

✧ you can see the stupid smirk on his face. "do it again" you whisper into his neck. "do what?" he replies playing dumb. with a groan, you do it yourself. shifting up and down against the firm piece of armour strapped to his thigh. your clit perfectly caught on the lacy edge of your panties soaking you. the fabric continues you rub your pussy just the right way and cody's smirking to himself blatantly trying to ignore you.

✧ "needy little thing aren't you?" he teased now placing a hand on your waist as support. "gonna cum commander" you whine holding him still with the force making him gasp. "cum pretty girl, all in your panties" he grinned before your body was trembling on top of him.

✧ he kisses you and strokes your hair before curling his fingers around the roots of it pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. "next time you're gonna take those panties off so i can feel your cum on my thigh, got it?" he whispered firmly. "yes commander"

✧ then you get your shit rocked ❤

✧ BONUS YALL BUT HE LOVES FUCKING YOU WHILE COMMING OBI-WAN ESPECIALLY IF HE'S YOUR MASTER!!!

✧ no i won't elaborate yet <3

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A Starship's Tale

A/N:Welcome, readers, to a tale set in the heart of the Clone Wars. This story is the tenth story for @codywanbingo with the prompt Sparring together, it explores the depths of emotion and connection in a time of conflict, focusing on the evolving relationship between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody.

In the heart of the Republic starship, a realm dedicated to the preparation for battle, the training room echoed with a silence that spoke volumes. Here, amidst the cold metallic walls that had witnessed countless sessions of combat training, a different kind of encounter was unfolding. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, usually engaged in the elegant dance of lightsaber combat, now stood facing each other, prepared for a more primal form of confrontation – hand-to-hand combat.

The room, bathed in the sterile light of the ship's interior, felt smaller, more intimate with the absence of weapons. This was a space where the hum of the engines merged seamlessly with the distant, muffled sounds of the ship's crew, creating a backdrop of constant, unobtrusive motion. But within these walls, a different rhythm was about to commence – one dictated by the movements of two warriors stripped of their usual armaments.

Obi-Wan, devoid of his Jedi robes, wore a simple tunic and trousers that allowed for unrestricted movement. His stance was relaxed yet alert, the embodiment of a Jedi's controlled calm. His eyes, usually a wellspring of wisdom and serenity, now flickered with a focused intensity. In this close-quartered setting, every motion would be more immediate, every exchange a direct transfer of energy and intent.

Across from him, Cody, absent his customary armor, presented a figure of raw, disciplined strength. His muscular build, often concealed beneath the rigid plates of his battle attire, was now openly displayed, showcasing the physicality of a soldier. His stance was grounded, a reflection of his pragmatic approach to combat – direct, efficient, unyielding.

As they began, the air between them crackled with a palpable tension. This was not the elegant, sweeping motion of lightsaber duels, but the gritty, visceral reality of hand-to-hand combat. Each movement carried a weight of purpose; a lunge, a block, a feint, each action was a word in their silent dialogue.

Obi-Wan, employing the techniques of Teras Kasi, moved with a fluid grace that belied the power behind his strikes. His approach was one of balance and harmony, each motion flowing into the next, a seamless chain of offense and defense. He was like water – yielding yet forceful, adapting to each new challenge with fluid precision.

Cody, in contrast, embodied the directness of military hand-to-hand combat training. His moves were sharp and decisive, each strike a testament to his focus and determination. He was like a storm – relentless, powerful, each motion a burst of controlled aggression.

Their dance was a juxtaposition of styles, a testament to their different paths – the Jedi and the soldier. Yet, within this contrast lay a deep-seated mutual respect, a recognition of each other's strengths and abilities. As they exchanged blows, parrying and countering with increasing intensity, there was an undercurrent of something deeper, a connection that transcended the physicality of their sparring.

Obi-Wan's attacks, though measured and precise, carried an unspoken question with each strike, probing not just Cody's defenses but the barriers he had erected around himself. Cody's counters, forceful yet controlled, were his response ��� a silent admission of the turmoil within, a turmoil that resonated with the emotions Obi-Wan himself was grappling with.

Their exchanges grew more intense, sweat beading on their foreheads, muscles straining under the exertion. In this dance, each touch, each moment of contact, was an exploration – not just of physical boundaries, but of emotional ones. The space between them was charged with an unspoken dialogue, a conversation of pushes and pulls, advances and retreats.

As the session drew to a close, they stood, breaths heavy, gazes locked. In that moment, the training room, with its stark walls and echoing stillness, transformed into a confessional, a space where unspoken truths lingered on the brink of revelation. The understanding in their eyes was clear – they were not just comrades in arms, but two souls navigating the complexities of connection amidst the backdrop of war.

They parted with a nod, a mutual acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they had

just ventured into. The physical distance they put between themselves as they exited the training room did little to dispel the newfound proximity of their inner worlds. In the silence that followed their departure, the training room stood as a silent witness to the shift in their relationship, a shift marked not by grand gestures or declarations, but by the subtle language of body and glance, a language as old as time itself.

Obi-Wan, his thoughts a swirling vortex, retreated to the solitude of his quarters. The physical exertion of the session had done little to tire him; instead, it had ignited a deeper introspection. He pondered over the revelations the session had brought forth, the unexpected stirrings of emotion that Cody had unknowingly awakened. It was a path fraught with uncertainty, one that challenged the very foundations of his beliefs and his adherence to the Jedi code.

Meanwhile, Cody, his usual disciplined facade slightly cracked, found himself in the vastness of the ship's observation deck. Gazing out into the star-studded expanse of space, he contemplated the tumultuous feelings that had been stirred. The straightforward, uncomplicated existence of a soldier, once his only reality, now seemed inadequate to contain the complexity of his emotions. The experience with Obi-Wan had opened a door he had long kept shut, revealing a landscape of potential and peril that extended far beyond the battlefield.

In the days that followed, their interactions were marked by a new depth, a subtle shift in dynamics that did not go unnoticed by those around them. The soldiers, perceptive in their own right, observed the change with a mix of curiosity and respect. Whispers and speculative glances were exchanged, but the unspoken code of the ship ensured that their privacy remained intact.

Obi-Wan and Cody continued their training sessions, each encounter a further exploration of their evolving relationship. The physicality of their sparring became a metaphor for their emotional journey – a journey of discovery, understanding, and, perhaps most daunting of all, vulnerability.

In the midst of a galaxy torn by war, aboard a starship sailing through the endless night, two souls found themselves at the precipice of a profound connection. It was a connection that defied convention and expectation, a testament to the unpredictable nature of the heart and the indomitable spirit of connection that can flourish even in the most unlikely of places.

The training room aboard the Republic starship was a symphony of controlled chaos, its metallic walls reverberating with the sounds of clashing and grunting. In the center, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody, surrounded by a ring of soldiers, were locked in an intense hand-to-hand sparring session. The air was thick with tension, a tangible undercurrent to the usual rhythm of their training.

Obi-Wan, his movements fluid and precise, was the picture of Jedi calm. Yet, beneath this composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged, stirred by the recent shift in his relationship with Cody. Each block and parry carried a weight beyond physical training; it was a dance of unspoken words and suppressed feelings.

Cody, on the other hand, was a maelstrom of focus and intensity. His usual stoic demeanor was cracked, revealing a depth of emotion that rarely surfaced. The commander's strikes were sharp, a little too forceful, betraying the inner conflict he wrestled with.

The soldiers around them watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. They were used to seeing their leaders spar, but today, there was an electric charge in the air, a sense that something significant was unfolding before their eyes.

“Good, Cody. But remember, control,” Obi-Wan advised, parrying a particularly aggressive jab. His voice was steady, but his eyes, usually a wellspring of calm, flickered with a complex mix of concern and something deeper, harder to discern.

Cody grunted in acknowledgment, his expression hardening. The next exchange was fast, a blur of movement and power. In a swift motion, Cody broke through Obi-Wan's defense, pushing him back with unexpected force.

The room fell silent as Obi-Wan stumbled, barely catching himself. A look of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by one of understanding. He locked eyes with Cody, seeing the turmoil there, the unspoken apology, the fear.

Cody stepped back, his chest heaving. The intensity of his gaze wavered, a silent battle raging behind his eyes. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out of the training room, leaving a wake of stunned silence.

Obi-Wan watched him go, a myriad of emotions crossing his face. The other soldiers exchanged glances, their respect for their commanders mingled with a newfound curiosity about the dynamics at play.

“Resume training,” Obi-Wan finally said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt. The soldiers hesitated for a moment before obeying, the rhythm of training resuming, but the atmosphere had shifted irrevocably.

As Obi-Wan engaged with another soldier, his movements were automatic, his mind elsewhere. He was acutely aware of the absence of Cody, of the unsaid things hanging between them like stars in the vastness of space. The session ended with routine efficiency, but the questions it raised lingered, unspoken but heavy in the air.

Later, in the quiet of his quarters, Obi-Wan sat in contemplation. The events of the day replayed in his mind, each moment a clue to the puzzle that was Cody. He knew he had to address what had happened, to bridge the gap that had opened between them. But the path forward was unclear, obscured by duty, the Jedi code, and the uncharted territory of his own heart.

*** 

In the days following their intense sparring session, the Republic starship felt like a world subtly altered, its corridors and common areas echoing with a new, unspoken narrative. Commander Cody, once a steadfast presence, became a shadow of his former self, his interactions with the crew and, most notably, with Obi-Wan Kenobi, marked by a stark transformation.

Cody, whose demeanor had always been an embodiment of discipline and efficiency, now moved through the ship like a ghost, his steps devoid of their usual purpose. His exchanges with the crew were brief, his words clipped, devoid of the warmth that had occasionally flickered in his interactions. In briefings, his reports were concise, lacking the insightful comments he was known for. He became a soldier wearing the armor of detachment, his gaze often drifting to a distant point, as if he were looking at something far beyond the ship's confines.

Obi-Wan, sensitive to the undercurrents of emotion, watched this change with a deepening concern. He noticed how Cody's eyes would briefly meet his before darting away, as if the contact was too much to bear. In the mess hall, Cody chose seats in the corners, away from the lively banter of the clone troopers, his meals consumed quickly, almost mechanically.

The change did not go unnoticed by the crew. Whispers circulated, a blend of speculation and worry. They respected Commander Cody, and seeing him so withdrawn sparked a ripple of unease. The clones, in particular, felt a sense of disquiet, their camaraderie with Cody having been a constant in their regimented lives.

In the solitude of his quarters, Cody grappled with the tempest within him. The walls, adorned with the sparse decorations of a military life, felt constricting, a physical manifestation of the turmoil in his mind. He was torn between the discipline that had defined his existence and the surge of emotions that the recent encounters with Obi-Wan had unleashed. His mind replayed their sparring session, each moment a reminder of the unspoken truths that lay between them.

The conflict within Cody was not just about breaking protocol or defying the expectations of a clone commander. It was deeper, a fundamental questioning of his identity, his purpose. The feelings for Obi-Wan, so starkly brought to light, were at odds with everything he had been taught to value – order, duty, the mission.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan found himself in a state of introspection, his usual clarity clouded by the complexity of his emotions. In the quiet of his quarters, he pondered over the right course of action. His training as a Jedi Master had always provided a roadmap for dealing with conflicts, both external and internal. Yet, this situation with Cody, it was uncharted territory, a delicate balance of personal feelings and the responsibilities of his role.

Obi-Wan realized that the bond he shared with Cody had evolved, morphing into something deeper, something that defied the simple categorization of friendship or comradeship. He acknowledged, perhaps for the first time, that his concern for Cody transcended the boundaries of their professional relationship.

The decision to reach out to Cody came after much deliberation. Obi-Wan understood that any conversation they had would be fraught with vulnerability, but the growing chasm between them was a risk to both their well-being and their ability to function effectively as a team.

Choosing a quiet evening, when the ship's activities had wound down to the slow hum of routine, Obi-Wan made his way to Cody's quarters. Standing before the door, he took a moment to compose himself, to find the balance between the Jedi Master and the man who cared deeply for the person on the other side of the door.

He pressed the buzzer, the sound a soft chime in the corridor's stillness. The door slid open, revealing Cody, his expression one of guarded surprise.

"Cody,

may I come in?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice carrying a calmness that belied the turmoil within.

Cody hesitated, his posture rigid, the lines of his face drawn tight with an unspoken struggle. After a moment that stretched like a chasm, he stepped aside, a silent assent.

Obi-Wan entered, his eyes taking in the starkness of the room, a reflection of the discipline and order that defined Cody's life. The air felt heavy, charged with the unvoiced thoughts that hung between them.

"Cody, we need to talk," Obi-Wan began, his words deliberate, each one chosen with care. "I've noticed you've been distant since our last sparring session. Is everything alright?"

Cody turned away, his gaze fixed on the small viewport that offered a view of the endless expanse of space. "I'm fine, sir," he replied, the formality of his tone a barrier he erected between them.

Obi-Wan took a step closer, his voice softening. "Cody, you don't have to call me 'sir' here. This isn't about rank or protocol. This is about you, about us."

Cody's shoulders tensed, the muscles beneath his shirt bunching with the effort to maintain control. "There's nothing to discuss, General. I'm just focusing on my duties," he said, but his voice betrayed a hint of uncertainty, a crack in the armor he had so carefully constructed.

Obi-Wan sighed, a deep, weary exhalation. "I know you, Cody. I've seen you in battle, seen you face impossible odds with courage and determination. But this," he gestured vaguely between them, "this isn't something you can fight or strategize your way through."

Cody finally turned, his eyes meeting Obi-Wan's. In them, there was a storm of emotions - conflict, fear, and something else, something that mirrored the feelings Obi-Wan himself harbored. "It's not that simple, Obi-Wan. You of all people should know that. Our lives, our duties, they don't leave room for... for this."

Obi-Wan nodded, acknowledging the truth in Cody's words. "I know the constraints we both live under. But denying what we feel, burying it under duty and obligation, that's not the answer. We're more than just a Jedi and a clone commander. We're people, Cody, with emotions and needs that go beyond our roles."

The room fell silent, the tension between them a palpable force. Cody looked away, a silent battle raging within him. Obi-Wan waited, giving him the space to process, to find the words that seemed to elude him.

Finally, Cody spoke, his voice low and strained. "What are you saying, Obi-Wan? That we should just forget who we are, forget the rules that govern our lives?"

"No," Obi-Wan replied gently. "I'm saying that sometimes, we have to look beyond the rules, listen to what our hearts are telling us. I can't pretend that I don't feel something more for you, Cody. And I believe, I hope, that you might feel the same."

Cody's facade cracked, the soldier's discipline giving way to the man's vulnerability. "I don't know what to do with these feelings, Obi-Wan. They go against everything I've been trained for, everything I've believed in."

Obi-Wan reached out, placing a hand on Cody's shoulder, a gesture of support and connection. "We'll figure it out together. We don't have to have all the answers now. All I'm asking is that we acknowledge what's between us, give it a chance to be more than just unspoken words and hidden glances."

Cody's resistance waned, the weight of his internal struggle lessening under the understanding and compassion in Obi-Wan's eyes. He nodded slowly, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they were about to embark on, one fraught with uncertainty but also filled with the promise of something profound and transformative.

As Obi-Wan left Cody's quarters, there was a sense of a door opening, a new chapter in their lives beginning. The ship, with its metallic corridors and hum of activity, felt less like a vessel hurtling through space and more like

a witness to the unfolding of something deeply human, a narrative that transcended the usual boundaries of duty and rank.

In the quiet that followed, Cody stood alone, the echo of Obi-Wan's words lingering in the room like a new kind of music, one that resonated with the unexplored parts of his heart. He gazed out into the cosmos, the stars a tapestry of possibilities, mirroring the uncharted territory of his emotions. For the first time, he allowed himself to consider a future where his feelings could have a place, where the strict lines of his existence could blur into something richer, more colorful.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan walked through the corridors with a sense of purpose, his steps lighter, his mind clearer. The conversation with Cody had been a risk, but it was a risk born of necessity, of the need to acknowledge the truth that had been silently growing between them. He felt a sense of relief, a weight lifted, knowing that the path ahead, though uncertain, was one they had chosen to walk together.

The crew, sensing the subtle shift in their commanders, watched with a mixture of curiosity and respect. The clones, in particular, saw in Cody a reflection of their own struggles with identity and purpose. In Obi-Wan, they saw a leader who valued the individual, who understood that beneath the armor and robes, there were hearts beating with desires and dreams.

In the following days, the dynamic between Obi-Wan and Cody subtly changed. Their interactions were tinged with a new depth, a mutual understanding that spoke of shared secrets and unspoken promises. They continued their duties with the same dedication and skill, but there was an undercurrent of something more, a connection that had deepened, becoming something integral to their existence.

Their training sessions, once a routine part of their regimen, took on a new significance. They were no longer just exercises in combat skills but moments of connection, opportunities to explore the balance between strength and vulnerability, discipline and emotion.

In this galaxy torn by conflict and strife, aboard a starship navigating the endless expanse of space, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody found themselves at the beginning of a journey not just of war and strategy, but of self-discovery and connection. It was a journey that defied the norms, that challenged the conventions of their lives, but in its defiance, it offered a glimpse of something truly extraordinary – the power of understanding, empathy, and the courage to face the unknown, together.

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The Night Shift

Commander Cody/Reader

Fictober Day 15 of 31

Words: 1,455

Summary: Out of all the things you expected your time in the GAR to bring, snuggling up to the marshal commander to try and get him to sleep was not one of them.  

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The hallways of the flagship were completely silent after most of the men on board went to sleep. Obviously there were a few clones and nat-born officers who worked the night shift on the bridge, and General Kenobi rarely slept, but you didn’t run into anyone as you wandered the ship, having not even bothered to change out of your pajamas.

Space was cold, and no one ever warned you about that when you signed up to be an intelligence officer for the GAR. Even though you hadn’t been on your home world of Tatooine in years, you were still someone who craved warm and sunny weather. Coruscant was tolerable enough most of the time, but deep space was unforgiving in its chill.

Sleep had obviously not made plans to visit you that night, so you wrapped yourself in a blanket and started to wander, with the intention of eventually going back to your quarters once you were sufficiently tired. But that telltale ache never came, and eventually you found yourself sitting in your office, datapad displaying one of the many forms you needed to complete by the end of the next day. You plan was that maybe if you got all your things done now, you would able to take a nap if you fell tired during the daytime.

Eventually, the monotony of your work was interrupted by a knock on the door, and you paused for a moment, wondering who could be on the other side. “Come in,” you said quietly. A helmet-less Commander Cody stepped through the doorway as the door opened, and immediately, you sat up a little straighter. He had shed the top part of his armor, so other than his blacks he was wearing plastoid only around his legs. “Why aren’t you asleep?” you asked.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow at you. “When I first saw your office light I had thought you left it on by mistake, or that you had fallen asleep in here while doing your work.”

Shifting slightly in your chair, you tried to remain calm. It wasn’t that Cody scared you normally, your relationship with him was quite friendly and much closer than you ever expected to be with a commanding officer. Even though you weren’t technically under his command, you still deferred to him most of the time, as did most of the other nat-born officers aboard the cruiser. “I couldn’t sleep,” you said finally. “So I decided to get some work done.”

You knew the sight must have been utterly comical for Cody, to see you in your pajamas with a blanket draped over your shoulders as you worked at your desk, but he didn’t say anything about your appearance, even though this would be the first time he would have seen you in something that wasn’t your standard issue uniform. “How long have you been here?” he asked.

You shrugged, looking over at the chronometer on the wall. “An hour? Maybe two?”

“Okay, you need to take a break,” he said, walking up to you and pulling the datapad from your hands.

“Cody! I told you I’m not tired!”

That didn’t stop him. ���I know, but you need to take some time away from your work. Come on, why don’t we get a snack from the lounge?”

Originally you weren’t going to accept, and an indignant expression started to form on your face as you opened your mouth to demand your datapad back, but then your stomach growled. “Fine,” you said, because at least he wasn’t forcing you back to your quarters.

As you got up from your desk, Cody gently took your hand, and you couldn’t help the way your heart stopped for a moment. There was no way you could lie to yourself about your growing feelings for the marshal commander, and the fact that his hand felt so natural in yours was not helping the situation. “So you can’t run away from me,” he said, and you just playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“You know, you never answered my question,” you said as the two of you arrived in the ship’s lounge, an old meeting room that had been repurposed by Waxer and Boil a while ago. It now held two old couches, tables and chairs that General Kenobi was able to get donated by Coruscant business owners, a caf machine that only worked half the time (you have no idea where it came from, but it looked older than the Chancellor himself), and various shelves of snacks and drinks for troopers and officers to enjoy when they were taking breaks from their jobs.

“Hmm?”

“I told you why I’m awake at this hour, but why are you?” you asked quietly. “And don’t tell me you’re on duty, because I know for a fact that’s not true.”

“I haven’t slept for a few days honestly.” Whatever you expecting him to say, this definitely wasn’t it.

Immediately, your eyes widened. “Cody! You need to sleep, and you can’t say anything to me about bad habits because clearly you’ve got some yourself!”

You sat down on one of the couches as Cody approached the back counter, and you watched him intently, ready to tell him off if he even went anywhere near the caf machine. But he grabbed two packages of dried fruit and two bottles of water before sitting next to you and handing over one of each thing to you.

It was quiet for the first few moments you ate, but eventually Cody broke the silence as he placed his bottle of water on the floor in front of the couch, and you did the same. “I just feel like I can’t sleep sometimes, you know?” his voice was much quieter than you’ve ever heard it before, and immediately your heart broke from him. You noticed that the signs of exhaustion were clear on his face now that you got a better look at him, and you couldn’t imagine what must be weighing down on him right now.

You nodded, reaching out to grasp his hand once more. “No matter what your brain tells you, you will always need sleep, okay?” You searched his face as you spoke, hoping to find a hint of relief in his expression, but you knew it wouldn’t be that easy to get through to him.

He sighed. “I know, but it’s a lot easier said than done sometimes.”

“How about this?’ you asked. “If you go to bed, I will too. Even if you don’t fall asleep right away, you’ll still be resting.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Are you going to keep up your end of the bargain?”

“You just admitted to not having slept in days and you’re hassling me?”

“I’m serious.”

“Yes, I will try to sleep if you do.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“Cody.”

“I’m just saying, what’s stopping you from snatching your datapad and heading back to your office while I go to sleep?”

You sighed, not wanting to admit that was exactly what you planned on doing. “Well, what do you suggest then? We both sleep on the couch in here?”

“It’s an idea.”

At this point, any embarrassment about the situation was overpowered by sheer worry for the commander, so you decided to call his bluff. “Alright, if it gets you to sleep I’m fine with that.”

Watching for any sign of regret in Cody’s face, you were shocked when he moved closer to you. “You mind sharing your blanket with me?” he asked quietly, and you nodded as you draped it over the two of you and leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. It was a risky move, and you half expected him to pull away or say something to you, but nothing happened.

You could feel some of his body heat, and you almost sighed in relief. You knew that the clones’ body temperatures were slightly warmer than nat-borns, but this was indescribable. Between the blanket and Cody, your shivers were long gone, and you found yourself drifting off to sleep minutes later, trying not to think about the fact that you were currently cuddled up to the marshal commander of the GAR and that someone could walk in and see you at any time.

You were right about the latter part of that statement, as it was Waxer and Boil that found the two of you the next morning, still cuddled up together and quietly snoring. They weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to snap a holopic of the sight, because maybe the two of you would finally admit your feelings for each other if you saw the evidence.

- the end - 

[miseries-mistress]

CHOICES AND CONSEQUENCES | COMMANDER CODY

Synopsis: It's been two years, give or take, since the Empire first rose to power. Those years were more often than not filled with desolate loneliness, longing for the Cody you once knew to return to you as his former self. Only that day came sooner than you imagined. 

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, TBB S2 EP 3 SPOILERS, some angst, some fluff, bitter-sweet endings bc he deserves one. W/C: 1309

Notes: this is all over the place... just don't pay too much attention to it

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The flowers on your bedside table were long dead. You hadn't bothered to replace them- touch them is more accurate since Cody first put them there what feels like a million rotations ago. 

Your room was small, with nothing but a bed and a bathroom, but you should be lucky that the Empire provided this much after you were relocated from the 212th. Your refusal to leave the military was forged by the consequences of doing so because, despite your hatred and burning rage toward the Empire, you didn't have any kind of backup outside of this job. You're sure if you resigned, the Empire would make sure that one of their finest medics never gets a job again, forcing you to rely solely on them for any false sense of stability. In fact, they might not even let you leave at all, given how long you've served the Republic. Though, it didn't matter, for there was another part of you, another reason you refused to leave...because of him.

You worked as a field medic for the last two years of the Clone Wars for the 212th battalion. The job wasn't easy, but the company of the men made up for all the gore and death you had to witness and fix. It's how you met Cody, after all, how the flowers of your relationship bloomed, the petals stretching wide to reach new heights and opportunities like your smile once did. The relationship you and Cody shared was beautiful. No matter how much secrecy it caused the two of you, you flourished under the circumstances, just relishing in the feeling of being his while it lasted. Now it was all lost, the petals rotting and decaying, curling in on themselves with the stench of death, and you didn't have the heart to throw away your only physical reminder of what once was.

You don't see him much anymore. 

When the Empire first rose from the ashes of the Clone Wars, Cody was no longer the same. More noticeably, his eyes were dark; the bright gleam of life you had grown accustomed to seeing was nowhere to be found, his irises devoid of anything other than an end. Nevertheless, it had encouraged you to ask questions when he visited you about a headache, prattling on and on about the Empire and the Jedi turned traitors to all he stood for and fought for; what he was bred for. 

You listened with open ears as you did x-rays and scans, only to frown at the lack of results that something was abnormal. You knew Cody wasn't one to complain, especially when it came to pain- a clone commander's stubbornness- but there was nothing amiss, and that should have been your first sign that something was horribly wrong. 

Cody protested, insisting that something was definitely not right as you sent him off with a smile and some pain medication. Since then, the Empire has kept him busy shutting down rebel insurgents, gaining control of star systems, and making Cody dirty his blood-soaked hands further with the victims of the Empire. As a result, his visits grew far and few, never sharing the same connection you and he once had. However, it doesn't seem to matter to him. No matter how often you tried to talk to him and get him to open up in desperation to return to some sense of normalcy between you two, he reassured you that he was fine, just following orders. You didn't believe him. 

There's an unsteady and frantic knock at the door, echoing loudly throughout your room with a loud thump. You narrow your eyes at the entrance, but somehow, amongst your melancholy, you manage to rise from your bed, already dressed for the day, to greet your visitor.

It's Cody. 

You haven't seen him in six months, and even then, his last visit only lasted a couple of hours before he was deployed again, yet the first thing you notice is his armor. It's stripped of all its former color; the color of freedom he and his brother proudly sported has been leaked from every crevice of the one thing he's allowed to own. A testament to his enslavement to the Empire. 

The door is pulled shut, his shaky hands finding your shoulders like it's the most natural thing in the world, as if it's still you and Cody against the galaxy, not the other way around. You don't know what to feel as he searches your face, drinking in the sight of you with wild distress, and that scares you most of all.  

Your head is pounding as you watch Cody's mouth form words you can't entirely comprehend. A mission, Crosshair, droids, the governor, the finer details go over your head as you're still staggering from Cody's presence in front of you, as though no time has passed since his last visit. He's here and talking to you like he did when droids were the enemy. A weight lifts off your shoulders at the very thought of your Cody, the one who would lay on your chest and let you run your hands through his hair, returning from the darkness he's been hiding in. 

While his explanation is rushed, his tense body continually moving in a state of anxiety, his eyes wander from yours every once in a while to scan the room to ensure his safety. You recognize the look in his eyes, and things begin to click into place; he's scared. 

"Will you go with me?" he concludes his long-winded explanation, and you blink at him. After his strange behavior and detachment, he's come back and asks you to desert the Empire with him. To leave everything you know and hold behind, your lives, family, everything, all to build a better one for yourselves, a life together.  

You swallow the lump that had inexplicably formed in your throat, your blood pumping with newfound energy and purpose, and you collapse into his armored chest despite yourself. He returns the embrace as you crumble into him, offering you the comfort he was unable to provide before, offering every apology he can within his strong arms, providing you safety and security within his wiry muscles underneath his hardened exterior. You can't remember a time when you felt so cared for. 

You have questions, so many goddamn questions, but they all evaporate the moment he sees your lips moving to form words, uttering his own that leaves you reeling.

"Trust me."

And you can't help but do exactly that. You bite back every warning and concern, pushing it to the back of your mind because you will have time for them later. Time. 

You have time with him.

So while Cody holds you tenderly like he's afraid you'll break, you agree, practically sobbing in his chest with relief that after all this time, he still cares for you. Even when he is abandoning his brothers, the once Republic that fabricated him, the very thing he would have died for, he came to you and asked you to commit treason with him. The gesture speaks more volumes than any flowery language or touches ever could, conveying his belief and trust in you that after all that had happened, he's choosing you, and that's worth all the time in the world.  

[iamnojedi90]

Ask: Commander Cody fan fiction. Please, no codywan. Also, please don’t bite me