#CC-2224 | Cody's Name Is Kote

[z-socks]

What's in a Name

Clones take great pride in their names. It's only natural that Cody would want to know about his General's.

Or Cody and Obi-Wan talk about the meaning and origins of their names. AO3

There were many things that came to light in the cool darkness of Obi-Wan’s quarters aboard the Negotiator. Shared in secret - although most of the vode seemed to know the true nature of his relationship with Cody - the dimly lit, small space of his room seemed to function as a kind of confessional, a sacred space where he and his beloved commander could whisper about their closely-guarded thoughts, feelings, worries, and hopes. 

“Cody,” Obi-Wan began, gently nuzzling deeper into his commander’s neck, languid and at ease as he returned to Cody’s arms, body cooling from their previous activities. “Why did you choose your name?” 

Cody kissed his forehead and pulled the sheets up around their waists, settling Obi-Wan onto his chest and slowly teasing his fingertips across the constellations of freckles on his jetti’s bare back. “It means glory in Mando’a.” 

Obi-Wan blinked a moment. ‘Cody’ wasn’t a Mandalorian word and ‘glory’ was…

Oh. 

“ Kote ,” Obi-Wan murmured. 

Cody hummed and pulled him tighter. 

“Have I…” Obi-Wan pushed up onto his elbow, “have I been saying it wrong this whole time?” 

Cody grinned, burying his face into Obi-Wan’s neck. “That dorn and trill sound is close in the vode accent.” He kissed at his jaw. “And maybe even closer in yours.”  

Obi-Wan frowned. “Why didn’t you ever correct me? I haven’t even spelled it correct-” 

“Obi-Wan,” Cody’s eyes were molten gold in the cast light from the meditation candle Obi-Wan had left lit. “It’s… I… the once-removal is… protective.” 

“What do you mean?”

Cody smiled sadly, eyes suddenly heavy. “Well Mandalore isn’t exactly on best terms with the Republic. And Clones…” 

Obi-Wan dropped his head. Yes, the attitude towards Clones was atrocious at worst, indifferent at best. “A high-ranking Clone with a Mandalorian name wouldn’t be a good look for the GAR,” he concluded. 

Cody nodded. 

Obi-Wan settled back down into his arms, his fingers tracing over a blaster bolt scar near Cody’s collarbone. “Would you prefer I call you Cody or Kote ?” 

“Cody.” But after a breath, after his hand rested solidly on the small of Obi-Wan’s back he added, “Maybe Kote when we’re here. Alone.” 

Obi-Wan smiled and kissed Cody’s shoulder, letting his eyes droop shut at the feeling of warmth that spread through him while encircled in Cody’s arms. 

“What about you?” Cody asked after a moment. 

“Hmm?”

“What does your name mean?” 

“Oh.” Obi-Wan tried not to stiffen too much at the question. He didn’t want Cody to know he’d hit a bit of a sore spot. But it was for naught as Cody tilted his chin up with a gentle finger. 

“I’m sorry, cyare . I didn’t mean-” 

“No, it’s quite alright.” He took a deep breath and released his ancient, engrained trepidation into the Force. “I was surrendered to the Jedi Temple at six months old. A note was pinned to my swaddlings that read Obi-Wan Kenobi . The Order mistook it as my name; Stewjon is not a Core World and very few travel to and from it making the language rather unknown. But I researched it one day many years later. Obi means no or not or none. Wan is to call. So, 'not called.'” He sighed, letting his fingers dance over Cody’s chest. “In other words, no name.” 

Cody’s voice was barely above a whisper. “And Kenobi ?” 

“ Ken is a suffix for family, a clan.”

“Clan none?” 

Obi-Wan put on a tired and broken smile. “No name, No people.” Abandoned, his mind supplied, pulling at old feelings of unwantedness. 

“A Foundling,” Cody breathed. 

“What?” 

“In Mandalorian culture you’d have been a Foundling.” 

And oh that sounded so much nicer than abandoned and unwanted and all the other harsh words that circled through his mind at the thought of his name’s origin. He huffed a little laugh, “Perhaps that’s why I was drawn to the mission of protecting Satine on Mandalore.” He sighed and tightened his grip around Cody’s waist. “That or choosing a new name to go undercover.” 

“What made you pick ‘Ben’?” 

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly. “Well now, we’ve come full circle in this conversation.” 

Cody raised a brow. 

“‘Ben’ was a phonetic cousin to Byn B-Y-N, Stewjoni for a watchtower or sentinel.” 

Cody grinned and landed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “That’s quite fitting.” Another kiss. “Would you want me to call you Byn ?” 

“Maybe when we’re here. Alone,” he echoed back Cody’s words from earlier. “But if it’s all the same to you, darling,” he began, scooting up closer and capturing Cody’s lips into a kiss, “I much prefer cyare .” 

[ohyousillything]

Turns out the younger clones have some trouble with the mando’a pronunciation, so Kote becomes Cody in less than a tenday.

“Sounds better,” Jango says to him during weapons training, handing him a rifle, “Less sanctimonious,”

Cody --formerly known as Kote, formerly known as CC-2224-- doesn’t know what that word means yet. Flying through the command track means he’s a little behind on his vocabulary modules, but still pretty far ahead enough he can have whole conversations with Jango and only feel out of the loop once or twice. At four years standard, he’s rather proficient at this whole conversation thing, if he does say so himself. Boba, as always, agrees with Cody, mainly because Cody's good at peek-a-boo.

“Can I have a name too?,” CC-5052 asks Jango, sounding a bit uncertain. All the other CC clones look up to Jango, expectant.

Jango looks back at them with a raised eyebrow, then turns back to Cody like this is somehow all his fault. Which maybe it is.

Cody looks back at him with his own blank face, and raises an eyebrow.

[merlyn-bane]

never have i ever,, written a fic about young cody and young obi meeting? 🥺

Thanks for playing!! 🥰🥰

So I don't really have anything for a young Cody and young Obi meeting (which is kind of a surprise, actually) but what I DO have is basically the ~1k prologue for an AU where Jango comes to his senses on Kamino and takes the baby CCs and runs, and hides out in Little Keldabe on Coruscant where he ends up buying a restaurant.

(I'm obsessed with those little hole in the wall family owned restaurants that still serve traditional foods, and I loved the idea of the Boys<3 growing up in that environment. This is also Codywan, and the idea of Jango's fucking consternation at one of his sons dating a Jedi is hilarious to me. He would be so damn MAD)

Anyway! Here goes! :D

It’s the crying, that does Jango in.

Babies cry. Boba cries. All the time it had felt like at first. Still often enough now; when he’s hungry or when he’s tired or just because he feels like it.

The clones don’t cry.

Not 6454, when Jango watched one of the Kaminii’s two-bit trainers scream in his face for failing to complete a course in time because he’d stopped to help one of his vode despite being so small they’d had to kneel down to do it. He’d just gone quiet.

Not 3636, when the Kaminii realized he was blind in one eye and put him through a barrage of tests to see if he could function well enough that they didn’t have to invest in a new one. Jango hadn’t been sure if they meant the eye or the boy. ‘36 had just scowled and endured it. 

Not even Twos-Four when he’d fallen off of a platform running balance drills and carved his face open. He’d just sat there while the trainer sprayed it with antiseptic and stuck some butterfly stitches on it and then asked after his brothers.

And they’re not crying now, watching one of the longnecks try to take one of their brothers. 7567, blond as Arla had been and with a temper to match. Jango wonders which had done him in.

The other boys surround him in a circle, standing in ready stances they’ve only just barely begun learning. To a man they’re all snarling; except ‘67, for once, who just looks scared.

And still not so much as a whimper.

Jango only came down here because he—he doesn’t know, actually. But he has a decision to make now. 

He knows his buir wouldn’t approve of—anything he’s done here, really, once he took that Ka’ra-damned contract, but. Letting them kill an adiik? Just barely more than an ikaad?

Jango watches the Kaminoan rear back as 2224 snaps at their hand with his teeth, and knows that his decision is made.

---

The alphas don’t come with them. They’re all young adults, technically, Jango thinks. The very first batch. The trial run, he thinks with a twisting stomach, before they started looking to begin operations in earnest. Boba and the first CC batch had only come once the alphas reached adolescence without any major ‘complications’. 

They’re young adults, and they barely know Jango because he hadn’t had Boba yet back then and still took other jobs frequently. He’s not totally sure how he managed to convince them to trust him with the Littles, but eventually, they do. 

He takes the boys—all seven with Boba, Ka’ra—and runs to the first place he can think of where they would be near impossible to find even with Tyrannus’s connections: Coruscant. There are an uncountable number of people inhabiting the city-planet, making it incredibly easy to vanish among them. 

And everybody always forgets about Little Keldabe.

---

The boys need names. Have needed them, really, but there’s little he can do about it now and he certainly can’t call them by number around civilians if he wants them to stay under the radar. 

Clones are illegal in the Republic, after all. They prefer all of their slave trade money filtered through shell corporations first. 

‘24 is easy. Jango calls him Kote, for glory. ‘67 can’t say it yet; it comes out closer to Co-dee, and ‘67 is ‘24’s favorite, and so Cody it is. 

‘67 gets Rex, whether they can pronounce it yet or not. He’s bitten Jango no less than five times since he took the boys from their dorm. He wishes Arla could’ve met the little terror. 

The next three all come from childrens’ stories Jango pirates onto a spare datapad. Something about a boy, Ponds—‘54—and his animal friends. Wolf—‘36, who continues to grumble until Jango finds a spelling he apparently approves of despite his inability to read—and Fox—1010, which does not surprise Jango as much as it should. The little shit is fucking stealthy. 

‘52, well. Jango gives up and reads all kinds of stupid shit off of those cheesy holonet Mommy pages until something sticks and the newly-dubbed Bly starts fucking responding to something. 

---

Money is, blessedly, perhaps the one thing Jango doesn’t have to worry about right away. He was maybe the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy before he went to ground—that’s why he’d been sought after for the clone job in the first place—and his rates had reflected that. 

And he never was stupid enough to keep his funds where a dissatisfied client of a high enough profile would be able to find them. 

He buys them an apartment first; outright and in cash, and on the condition that the previous owner forget he ever owned it. It doesn’t have enough rooms for all of the boys to have their own—such a thing does not exist on Coruscant, he’s fairly certain, and especially not in the only district therein that he’s willing to live in—but the bigger boys refuse to sleep unless they’re in a big pile on the floor at first anyway. Boba is developmentally young enough that he sleeps in Jango’s room with him. 

Figuring out how he’ll continue to support them all is the next concern. Even his not insubstantial holdings won’t cover him and seven boys forever, and it’s not like he can take bounty hunting back up with all of them needing him here. 

And then a restaurant goes up for sale just weeks after they get settled in. It’s one of those rare freestanding ones, an ugly little pill-shaped building hogging up valuable space on the concourse. It used to be a café, apparently, but the native Coruscanti owners apparently couldn’t hack it in Mando Town. Jango doesn’t know the first thing about fancy caf, but he does know good Mando food—and he’ll have seven hands to help him, soon enough. 

He calls it Evaar’yaim. Their new home.

[princess-of-the-worlds]

Title: by any other name Link: here Ship: CC-2224 | Cody & Jango Fett, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-2237 | Davijaan | Odd Ball, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex Rating: T Warnings: None Major Tags: CC-2224 | Cody-centric, Pre-Canon, Origin Story, Planet Kamino (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Dehumanization (Star Wars), Bad Parent Jango Fett, Jango Fett has Issues, Childhood Trauma, Child Abuse, Knives, Hurt CC-2224 | Cody, Identity Issues, Mandalorian Culture & Customs (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody’s Name Is Not Kote, Fusion of Star Wars Legends and Disney Canon Summary: CC-2224’s first memory is the pale sun of Kamino rising over the dark seas as he watches from the balcony of Tipoca City, his small legs dangling over the edge, his young mind soaking in the stolen moment. or: how CC-2224 gets his scar and his name Word Count: 2,224 for @codyday2224

[luminalightsverse]

Join our Star Wars RP group or something

Decided to do a new rp list and joining invitation because our group got way bigger and I thought it would be smart to also tag the accounts if someone wants to write with a character but don't really want to join a group. Our group mainly plays while TCW and TBB.

Canon characters:

Obi-Wan Kenobi: @masterobi1kenobi

Anakin Skywalker: @jedimasterskyguy

Ahsoka Tano: @commandersnippy (young), @areyouhappychild (older)

Plo Koon: @104th-plo-koon

Rex: @captain-tyrannosaurus

Cody: @its-cody-not-kote, @cody-2224

Pong Krell: @general-krell

Sheev Palpatine/Darth Sidious: @emperor-sheev-palpatine

Hunter: @sergeantbandana

Omega: @lil-mega

Wrecker: @wrecker-and-lula

Tech: @seldom-wrong

Crosshair: @help-from-above-ct-9904

Echo: @theechoinhere

Cid: @cidsparlor

AZI: @your-assigned-medical-droid

Fives: @guess-whos-back-fives

Boba Fett: @lucky-boba-fett (Young)

Rampart: @vice-admiral-rampart

Jango Fett: @fett-the-original-jango

Darth Vader: @thistechnologicalterror (redeemed)

General Grievous: @eldritchsnap

Ocs:

Theodosia Skywalker: @there-is-another-skywalker

Striker: @striker-reckoning

Valeria Beroya: @jedi-mom

Lor Beroya: @commander-buir-cc-3773

Solon Beroya: @sol-ika-beroya

Slip: @ct3113official

Yennes: @stop-calling-me-bluey

Calico: @little-wolffepup

Oona Leto: @chibi-gremlin

Thrasher: @a-soldier-named-thrasher

Caym: @odd-caym-out

Triko Vale: @kyberkeeper

Avem Springs: @avem-springs

Tama Ryhn: @tama-llama

Ger Springs: @ger-springs

Suu Tei: @darth-sathanas

Nina Anansi: @nina-anansi

Aldea Montifique: eldritchsnap

Multimuse (Canon)

Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, Comet (+ Oc's Corvis and Seal): @thewolfpackrules

Multimuse (Oc)

Sasha Oxlade, Blair Celtus, Baer, Digitalis: @fandoms-o-plenty

Shiv, Paws, Mesh, Flack etc.: @toebeansandotherbaes

Clone Force 87: @clone-force-87

Rebels

Sabine Wren: @themandalorianartist

Alexsandr Kallus: @askalexsandrkallus

Kanan Jarrus: @kananjarrusjediknight

Ezra Bridger: @lothal-cat-jedi

Chopper: @chopper-the-metal-menace

[thedragoninsideyourself]

I unironically love this. Are there fics like this?

I just imagine the shines calling cody buir and no one questions it. They're like cody is your buir? And think of the cc 2224 who immediately adopted Rex after finding out he's considered defective, cc 2224 who is responsible for the project that someday became clone force 99, cc 2224 who was the only clone named by the prime himself, and then think of commander Cody who would do anything for his battalion, has done everything for them and are like; that checks out. Guess kote adopted another one. A true mandalorian thag one.

But when cody first hears it he just, cries. He's so honored, like, this tiny little cadets called him buir and now they're all grown up and understanding and capable and still call want to call him buir. He's so proud.

Of course somehow it spreads from there and the older clones who worked with Cody for a long time are either like; well this had to happen at one point, because they know cody. They know how everyone looks up to him and then they eventually start to call him commander buir, most of them as a joke, some of them because they too consider him their buir.

At that point cody just goes with it

Then the other cc find out and shit is about to go down. Like their littlest batch brother somehow managed to adopt every single shiny he came across? His whole battalion just calls him buir? Or some variation off it?

Rex teases him endlessly for it when cody talks about all the new clones as if there were his children, but secretly he's jealous, because damn that was his ori'vod (buir) first. He eventually finds out that makes him the ori'vod of all these new batches and he relishes in it.

Then cody realised that he needs to step up more even now. That man punches and spin kicks droids in serious battles. He lives off of coffee. He avoids medical somehow even more than the general sometimes. Heck, he doesn't even talk professionally with said general. He got his scar because of a prank war gone wrong as cadets and none of his ade can ever find out anything about any of these. He has to be responsible now. Not only bullshit his way through everything. He is no longer the little brother or even the bug brother, he's the buir.

The ade obviously already know all about these things, except for the story how he got his scar and think he's the coolest person ever anyway. They also know cody preaches 'do as I say and not as I do'

Generally this idea gives me so many feelings. So many possibilities.

It also makes it way sadder, when clones under his command die. Because these weren't only subordinates, or little brothers, they were his children, his ade.

Obi-wan: my dear commander, cyare, commander cutie, my poor little meow meow, why are you laying face down silently crying in this Kamino hallway

Cody, not even turning: one of the lil baby cadets called me buir and this is how i chose to cope, sir

THE THING IS

kids have to deal with A LOT of information and that especially applies to our poor rapidly aging clones, so i guess it's only natural for them to seek simple categorizations to make their complex environment a bit more understandable

so when the older clones tell some lil baby cadets that the great marshal commander cody is one of their brothers, i would get confused too, okay

see, the GAR includes all the clones. the highest rank is the marshal commander, who is responsible for a large part of the GAR, so the marshal commander is the papa of the GAR. hence, cody is papa, not brother

and this gets even better when you consider that this just,,, sticks. like these tiny lil baby cadets slowly become very skilled soldiers who get assigned to their respective battalions and they still call cody buir and they do this absolutely unironically

just give me a shiny handing cody his datapad while saying something like there you go buir

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: deniigiq - parallelogram. - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

URL: https://ift.tt/7KI01AJ “Kote.” Cody is looking up into the visor, he realizes. The Mandalorian is tall, and his chest is mere inches away from Cody’s own. It is so still, so at ease with the proximity. The confidence makes Cody want to look away first. There is a tap to his arm. His eyes drop to see gloved fingers knocking gently against the plastoid. He looks up to see that, somehow, the Mandalorian has softened. “The name of a sunrise,” they say. “Glory be, Kote.” “Keep your glory,” Cody says outside of himself. “I’ll take the sunrise.” (Obi-Wan fakes his death and Cody works through every stage of grief. He eventually decides that he's going to fuck his way out of the depression pit and finds himself falling in love with this handsome Mandalorian who he just keeps meeting.) (Words: 33,044) !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:star.wars:.the.clone.wars.(2008).-.all.media.types, +fandom:star.wars.-.all.media.types, +fandom:star.wars.prequel.trilogy, ::rating:explicit, ::category:m/m, relationship:cc-2224.|.cody/obi-wan.kenobi, relationship:cc-2224.|.cody.&.boba.fett, relationship:cc-5052.|.bly.&.cc-2224.|.cody.&.cc-1010.|.fox.&.cc-6454.|.ponds.&.ct-7567.|.rex.&.cc-3636.|.wolffe, relationship:cc-5052.|.bly.&.cc-2224.|.cody, relationship:boba.fett.&.mace.windu, relationship:boba.fett.&.cc-6454.|.ponds, relationship:cc-2224.|.cody.&.cc-6454.|.ponds, ~ao3:i.recognize.that.it.says.major.character.death.and.but.y'all.he.aint.fucking.dead, ~ao3:hand.to.god, ~ao3:canon.divergence.-.the.clone.wars:.rako.hardeen.arc, ~ao3:grief/mourning, ~ao3:hurt/comfort, ~ao3:slow.build, ~ao3:eventual.romance, ~ao3:secret.identity, ~ao3:family.feels, ~ao3:childhood.trauma, ~ao3:young.boba.fett, ~ao3:mandalorian.obi-wan.kenobi, ~ao3:courting.rituals, ~ao3:sexual.content, ~ao3:(eventually).-.freeform, ~ao3:cc-2224.|.cody-centric, ~ao3:pov.cc-2224.|.cody

[trixree]

“Listen to me, Kote. Are you listening? Because it is very fucking important that you listen to me right now,” 17 says. He would seize Kote by the chin and make him pay attention, if 17 was looking to get bit on top of all the other pain his body is gifting him with.

“Yes, sir,” Kote says with dry military precision.

Only the pleasure of having known the little shit at all stages of his growth allows 17 to see the bitchy insubordination just lurking behind that tone. Waiting.

Unfortunately, it does nothing to dissuade him from his current course of possible terrible decision making. Duly unfortunate, it also only reinforces his present concern.

“Your Jedi,” 17 begins and immediately has to stop when the little sheb begins vibrating. “Stop that. Stop it. I’m not giving you his name until the end of this discussion, so listen.” The vibrating continues.

There are not enough pain medications in the world for this conversation.

17 sighs and soldiers on. “Your Jedi is a fucking idiot. A Sith-fucking torture-mask half-suffocating him and muscle-eating maggots in his body, and he flirted with our captor. He was being eaten alive from the inside out and he taunted her.”

Kote goes still like a predator scenting blood. At least the vibrating has stopped.

On second thought... 17 isn't certain that this is better.

“I am assigning you to be his second because I think you’re just the right kind of crazy to keep him alive.”

“Yes, sir,” Kote says.

“Vod’ika.” This is not a word 17 uses often. He is not the type for endearments. His vode are his men, his cadets. This has and will always come first, even before the bonds of brotherhood that each and every vod to the next. It must. This is how 17 loves them. This is how he keeps them safe.

Keeping Kote at arms length will not keep him safe from this danger.

“He is a Jedi. He is not yours. Do you understand me? He is not yours. He cannot be yours. Don’t forget that.”

“Understood, sir.”

Fucking little liar.

“Get out of here, Commander.”

“Yes, sir.”

______________________

After their first ever engagement, Cody returns to his Commander’s quarters with a can of orange armor paint—orange for shereshoy, their chosen unit colors—and paints a sunburst on his armor. A sunburst in shereshoy, the exact glowing orange of his General’s hair catching the firelight as he held back an explosion with nothing but the Force, just long enough for their troops to pull back, not a care for his own safety.

(This is fine. His safety is in Cody's hands now.)

Then, Cody sends a message to Fox.

CC-2224: Him.

He receives a ping back by the time he has emerged fresh and pink-skinned from the sonic. He receives several pings back in rapid succession.

CC-1010: no.

CC-1010: absolutely NOT

CC-1010: youre fucking joking you piece of shit

CC-1010: answer me

CC-1010: aNSWER ME

CC-1010: you had ONE

CC-1010: ONE (1) JOB

To which Cody replies, again:

CC-2224: Him.

______________________

On Steady’s first tour with the 212th, his Commander—the legendary, indomitable Commander Cody of the 212th Legion, second to the High General Obi-Wan Kenobi—drags said High General into the medbay by the scruff of his neck, bodily throws him down upon a vacant med-bed, and straddles his chest in full kit.

The General squawks.

“Medic,” Commander Cody greets him. He unearths a datapad from some location unknown and begins, immediately--still sat astride a Jedi General--to attend to various forms and spreadsheets that Steady does not even want to think about. “The General is in need of medical assistance.”

“S-sir,” Steady stutters, nearly fumbling his scanner onto the floor just as the General slaps at the Commander’s armored thigh and cries, “FIEND! BETRAYER!”

Commander Cody places a gloved hand over General Kenobi’s mouth.

General Kenobi bites Commander Cody.

Commander Cody glances up from his datapad long enough to comment, “Kinky.”

“What the fuck,” a junior medic, Pielke, whispers in fear or perhaps awe.

“I reiterate,” Commander Cody says, slow and unaffected, “The General is in need of medical assistance. See to your duty, or find me another medic who will.”

Steady takes a deep breath and asks, as calm as can be, “Are you going to continue sitting on our General, Sir?”

Commander Cody glances down at his captive. His captive bites him. Again.

“Hmm. Yes. Will this be a problem?” Unspoken stands: if so, make it not a problem.

Steady sighs and gets to work.

________________________

Rex would describe his relationship with his Jedi General as… informal. He would describe his relationship with his baby-Jedi Commander as unorthodox. He’s hardly alone in that—the entirety of the 501st has already adopted the little fiend, especially the ARCS; they are going to teach her terrible things. Despite these more-flexible-than-regs-allow relationships, Rex has absolutely fucking nothing on whatever Cody and Kenobi have going on.

“I would like to see my Grandpadawan. Where is she? Where is my precious child?” Kenobi announces upon striding into the hangar, immediately wrestling command of the whole room’s attention with barely an ounce of effort. Cody is, as always, not far behind.

“You’re never this excited to see me,” Anakin grumbles at the man, somewhere between genuinely irritated but also genuinely amused. Anakin is not-so-secretly pleased by Kenobi's open affection for his padawan.

Kenobi ignores him. This is, for some reason, Kenobi’s second favorite game to play with his former-padawan. First is a game called Torment, Terrify, Embarrass.

Ahsoka skips forward, practically preening under Kenobi’s attentive stare. She rocks on her heels, back and forth and back again, and chirps, “Hi Master Kenobi! I missed you.”

Anakin gasps in offense. “Missed him? You saw him last week!”

“Bah,” Kenobi dismisses this as unimportant. To Cody, he says, “Darling, isn’t she wonderful?”

“She’s wonderful, Sir.”

“Thank you, Uncle Cody!” Ahsoka beams.

Rex does not know why she started calling Cody by this title immediately upon meeting him. Neither does Anakin. (It infuriates Anakin, precisely because he doesn't understand it and Ahsoka won't tell him.) It is especially baffling, seeing as Cody took one look at her down his nose as if he was examining gum on his boots and asked her where her armor was and who let her out of the creche.

Kenobi whisks Ahsoka away for a spar or meditation or tea or some other Jedi nonsense, Anakin trailing and grumbling in their wake. As soon as they’re gone, Rex says to Cody, judgmentally, “‘Darling’?”

“Perish,” Cody replies, not without affection.

“No, seriously. What the kriff is going on, Cody? You two flirt like it’s going to win the war, he calls you natborn pet names, you’re his second.”

Rex is, in short, worried. He’s worried about his ori’vod, who has always been prone to follow his own rules in such a way that makes it seem as though he’s following everyone else’s when, in reality, he couldn’t give two shits. But sleeping with his direct superior? His General? And a Jedi?

That’s dangerous.

(Loving him? That's even more so.)

The smallest of smirks dances around Cody’s lips. “Don’t worry, Rex’ika.” A heavy hand clasps his shoulder and squeezes. It is a threat as much as it is a comfort. The two are indistinguishable when it comes to Rex’s favorite ori’vod. “He calls me ‘cya’re’, too.”

______________________

“May I take a holo?” Cody asks as they drift in post-coital bliss. His hand draws idle patterns across his lover’s back, connecting freckle to scar and occasionally spelling out promises he can’t—will not—dare make out-loud, for both their sakes. (He will keep them and this is what matters.)

Obi-Wan hums a vague affirmative and Cody’s mobile comm jumps into Obi-Wan’s hand from across the room. Cody trades him a kiss for the device.

He angles his camera such that the holo hints at Obi-Wan’s nudity but stops before showing anything illicit. His hair—a bit long, at the moment; Cody will trim it for him tomorrow—tickles Cody’s bare shoulder. Cody splays his hand flat across the expanse of his lover’s back. Possessive. Perfect.

“Can I send it to someone?”

A curious sound. Obi-Wan shuffles around and drapes himself across Cody’s chest. He peers at the holo and smiles—not his Negotiator smile, not his Dangerous smile, but his smile. His simple one. His honest one. It makes Cody’s heart do things. Terrible (wonderful) things.

“It’s lovely. Who would you send it to?”

“Seventeen,” Cody says after a beat of consideration.

Obi-Wan laughs and laughs.

Eventually, in between slow and claiming kisses, Obi-Wan says, “Of course, cya’re. Give him my love?”

Cody thinks about this. “No,” he decides.

This sends Obi-Wan into another fit of giggles. Cody kisses them from his mouth, swallows them whole.

(They are, the two of them, whole.)

[count-doodoo]

#the idea that CC-2224 named himself ''Cody''#and sometimes the Alphas and his closest friends call him ''Kote'' in a half-teasing/half-complimentary way?#but they still mostly call him Cody because it's his actual name#very cute. love it#the idea that ''Kote'' is his REAL name and ''Cody'' is a mispronunciation or something he tells people he's not as close to?#KILL IT WITH FIRE

(via @maplerosekisses)

okay while I'm here I can swing at some hornets nests

I expect a not insignificant amount of sampling bias on this one

[aces-to-apples]

Snickering uncontrollably that "CC-2224 | Cody's Name Is Kote" is a canonical AO3 tag with over 250 entries and it was inventedby and the first five earliest uses are by me

[renegade-angel]

Cryptogenic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CT-7567 | Rex, Waxer (Star Wars), Boil (Star Wars), Helix the Clone Medic (SWModdy)

Additional Tags: Medical Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug, CC-2224 | Cody Gets A Hug, Medical Inaccuracies, Canon Divergence - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Everybody Loves CC-2224 | Cody, Oblivious CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 | Cody's Name is Kote, Passive Suicidal Ideation, kind of, CC-2224 | Cody-centric, Order 66 fix-it

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2022-03-03, Updated: 2022-03-27, Words: 6386, Chapters: 3/20

Summary:

“Sir, a stroke is when the brain-”

“I know what a kriffing stroke is, di’kut!” Cody snapped. “What I don’t understand is how I, or any other clone for that matter, could have gotten one! Wouldn’t the long-necks have caught something like this?”

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Cryptogenic: refers to something of obscure or unknown origin.

[fives-writes]

Team 23 - Par Ven

Writer: Fives (me) 

Artists: @awkwardproducktions and @ ionfusionpunk

Beta: @ fiendishcuddles

Rating: Mature

Wordcount: 25227

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi; CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox; CC-2224 | Cody & Jango Fett

Tags: Established Relationship; Good Parent Jango Fett; Reconditioning (mentioned); Mandalorian Obi-Wan Kenobi; Good Parent Fox; Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars); Clone Trooper Culture (Star Wars); Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars); infant death (mentioned); Unreliable Narrator; Asexual Jango Fett

Summary: Commander Cody is well and truly happy. Sure, there’s a war on, but he and his riduur, High General Obi-Wan Kenobi just shared the news of their marriage with the Vode and the Jedi, leading to a long-overdue party thrown in their honour. However, a single incident between a too-young trooper and Chancellor Palpatine threatens to bring all his joy crashing down around him. As he scrambles for a plan to keep his newly-adopted niece alive in the coming campaigns, Cody stumbles across a man he thought dead and buried - along with the complicated emotion attached to him. Forced to adapt yet again, Cody must look to the heritage that has always been denied to the Vode to protect his growing family before the web of the Sith ensnares them all.Maybe it was time he bore the name Kote again.

Read here: AO3

See the art:  AO3 (art for chapter 2), AO3 (art for chapter 7)

[musicismylife0818]

Y'all, I am so excited to share this latest project with you - and all the wonderful souls over at @codywanbigbang!

Title: Night is for Sorrow (Dawn is for Joy)

Writer: Me! Music_is_life_2788 on AO3!

Artists: @buddingramblings and @yamsarts, who are both amazing!

Rating: Mature

Word count: 45k

Pairings: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Major warnings: Graphic Violence, mildly graphic descriptions of the effects open air has on a mummified body

Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi & T'ra Saa, Not Qui-Gon Jinn Friendly, Not Yoda Friendly, Anakin Skywalker, Boba Fett, Revan, Canderous Ordo, Hand-waving medical practices like the Jedi council hand-waves child safety, Canderous is a weighted blanket given humanoid form, emotional rollercoasters abound, canon-typical violence for The Phantom Menace, slightly more violence than typical for Knights of the Old Republic, Cody's Name Is Kote, Not Jango Fett Friendly

Posting date: March 16, 2022

Summary: Obi-Wan and Cody are a pair of tangled messes masquerading as functional humans, a state of affairs not helped by the fact that they're the Sith-turned-Jedi Revan and Mandalorian Canderous Ordo, reincarnated four thousand years after their deaths - a fact they didn't know, until suddenly they do. Now they have to work through their issues, both with this life and the one they left behind, while the galaxy falls into ever-deepening shadow and they work to save not only the galaxy, but the people they love - again.

(sneak-peak image by @buddingramblings)

(this sneak-peak image by @yamsarts)

[mydetheturk]

I got your life laid on my floor (924 words) by mydetheturk Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Tholme (Star Wars), Plo Koon, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody's Name Is Kote, it only crops up once but it DID pop up

Summary: An unknown Sith was lounging in the cells of the Negotiator. They're not a threat, according to General Tholme, but Cody still worried.

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Fic one of a few for @codywanweek this year! i know sith obi-wan is a done to death trope but I haven’t done it yet and i wanted to do my take so

a gift!

[therefcrmer]

After Jango had filled him in on his cloned soldiers and his idiotic attempts to get revenge on the Jedi Order, Jaster had decided it was high time he try to track down one of his cloned grandchildren. After, of course, a long lecture about how disappointed he was in Jango’s actions. But out of the nearly two million Jango had mentioned, he had only been able to find one.

The man in front of him was so obviously wary of Jaster’s intentions that it hurt. Pulling his helmet off, he gave the man--Marshall Commander Cody, CC-2224, named Kote by Jango himself--a small smile. “Commander, I’m Jaster Mereel, Jango’s buir.” he introduced himself. “I’d just like to talk, if you’d be willing.” 

@commanderxkote​

[cc-2020]

Cody is a name that take root in helpful!

I headcanon Jango named CC-2224 "Kote" for glory because he was Good and Promising.

CC-2224 changed it to Cody at the first occasion because it's His name, he doesn't want anything to do with the concept of glory, he want to help his brothers and the non-Vod'e will not steal that too.

cody, to obi-wan, very serious and emotional: back on kamino, jango gave me the name kote, but i don't want to be named glory, i simply want to help my brothers and people in need-

obi-wan, also very emotional: and that's why you rejected kote and named yourself cody

cody, nodding heavily: yes

rex, unimpressed, sitting nearby and sipping his tea: he just pushed wolffe down the stairs