#codywan week 2022

[lbibliophile-sw]

Codywan Week 2024 Masterpost

And that's another @codywanweek down!

A couple more drabbles, plus a poem with all the pining. I also recieved my Fandom Trumps Hate gift comic with perfect timing to share, and I love how it turned out. For the final day I decided to collect all my Codywan works to date, and I was pleasantly surprised by the prevalence of fluff and shenanigans drabbles.

I loved seeing everyone else's works with two of my favourite characters, and I need to make sure to check out the ones I missed.

Fills

Shared Custody (AO3) | drabble | day 1: lightsaber/lightsaber training | Obi-wan keeps losing his lightsaber. Cody takes a different approach to preventative measures.

Sueing for Emotional Damages (AO3) | drabble | day 2: 'The Wise Man's Fear' | Cody might have his General back, but he’s still upset that he was tricked into thinking he’d been killed in the first palce. And he knows just who to blame.

Tea Party (AO3) | comic | day 4: raising kids/padawans /troopers | Obi-wan likes taking his tea in the communal rec room, likes when his troopers come past to say hello. But this might be taking it a bit too far…

There Were Two in the Bed, and the Little One Said... (AO3) | drabble | day 5: only one bed | Nightmares are never fun, but company makes the aftermath easier.

Taboo (AO3) | poem | day 7: courting | A clone trooper’s helmet is as much their face as the one they were created with; something deeply personal to those who have so little. But when Obi-wan tentatively asks to try on Cody’s, he doesn’t refuse him. His own feelings are no less taboo.

Codywan Masterpost | rec list | day 8: Codywan Week 5th anniversary | My codywan drabbles and poems from 2022-2024

[yomawari]

A quiet, joyous moment of celebration in the immediate aftermath of the war.

A gift for the amazing and talented Mouse (@welcometothesewers) as part of the Codywan Week Server Summer Exchange 2022.

[subobi]

SubObi Week #6 - Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection Previous Weeks’ Masterlists

If your submission isn’t included here, please let me know!

**Please note that warnings and ratings are not included on this list. Please take time to read the tags on the work itself.**

Submissions:

Collections or Prompt Combinations:

a reminder by wrennette - Alphobi, Codywan

SubObi a hračky by SallyPejr - QuinObi, Obitine

SubObi Week 2022 by Bittodeath - QuiObi, Obikin, Codywan, Jastobi, ObiVizsla

SubObi Week 2022 by MerlynBane - Jangobi, Obirex, Obimaul, Codywan, Jangobi, BailObiBreha

Day 1 - Hole spanking/Pussy spanking/Maintenance Spankings

Fluid Bonded by FlitShadowflame - Jangobi

Maintenance by SinQueen69 - QuiObi

Day 2 - Gags/Sex toys under clothing/Vibrators

Aboard the Negotiator by SinQueen69 - Codywan

Buir and His Baby by FlitShadowflame - Jangobi

(lovely) underneath it all by Siderea - AlphaObi

That’s All You Have to Do by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

Their Perfectly Eager Companion by TheShinyLizard - BailobiBreha

Day 3 - Public consummation/First night witnessed

An Auspicious Match by sanerontheinside - QuiObi

by right of the thigh by wrennette - Ventrobi

wrap myself inside your arms (i cannot rest) by Siderea - Obimaul

Day 4 - Pregnant and single/abandoned by old lover/Surrogate pregnancy/Oviposition

an incubator by wrennette - DexObi

Carry On by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

(in these gifts) the shape of adoration by Siderea - Jastobi

should have known by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - ObiTentacles

Day 5 - Wedding/Mating Run

move my feet towards your body (i can hear this beat) by Siderea - Jangobi

Unexpected Value by  wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Jangobi

SubObi a Bail by SallyPejr - BailObi

Day 6 - Lactation/Milking/Hucow | Come stuffing

Aching and Full by TheShinyLizard - QuiObi

heat by wrennette - Codywan, ObiClones

Just Because It Wouldn't Pass Your Ethics Board Doesn't Mean It Won't Pass Ours by Millberry_5 - Codywan, ObiClones

Since I First Saw by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan

taken it all (and we're far from finished) by Siderea - Codywan, ObiClones

Day 7 - Fuck or die | Possessiveness

The Captive by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

in your arms tonight (must have been something you said) by Siderea - Codywan

Our Beauitul Jewel by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67) - Codywan, ObiClones

Shan'hal'lak, cyar'ika by Charm_Caster1127 - Codywan

SubObi a Quinlan by SallyPejr - QuinObi

subsumption by wrennette - ObiDooku

Day 8 - Bonus Free Day

A Convenient Opportunity by dovebox - Jangobi

who’s been loving you good? by Siderea - Jangobi

[kbirbpods]

and, we're live!

Time for my 2023 stats round up.

First, let's look at the number of hours/minutes per month, shall we?

All of that account for 59 hours & 11 minutes of podfic. Now, comparing to last year, when I had just shy of 31 hours, that looks pretty good. Remember, last year I started in August so I almost doubled it.

We do notice a dip in March & April, which tend to be busy months in the education world. The spike in May is due to Voiceteam. June-August are a bit odd - you'd think a teacher on break would have more time to create. But I had some life stuff hit and it really destroyed my brain.

So, here's my first 2024 Resolution:

Remember how happy podfic makes you & don't let your depression win.

Now, moving on to the breakdowns and fun stuff, shall we?

Here are my top 5 fandoms, authors, ratings, and genres! I also have them in bar chart form and pie chart form, which I'll put below the cut. You'll see a slight difference in the author category -- I didn't include myself or Flowerparrish and my podcast in that as those weren't authors.

Of course, what is podficcing without making covers you love? Here are my favorite covers I made for my own podfics! I have a migraine so please excuse the fact that the images don't line up, vision is blurry:

Now, let's move on to my stats image from above. I used the same format as last year but since I made over 100 more podfic than last year, each microphone now equals five podfics.

As you can see, I participated in a lot of events! I believe I made the most audio for Voiceteam 2022 (as evidenced by my hours/month graph). This was my first year doing Voiceteam and I had a blast. I also got to do Podtogether & Summer Swap for the first time. It was my 2nd year doing ITPE. And then so much more.

My top kudosed collaborative project was "A Fair Compromise" with @wanderingjedihistorian for 212th Appreciation week. My top kudosed solo project was "A Game of Guess Who With Big Blue" by TheWitchBoy. The longest podfic I made was also with @wanderingjedihistorian and was my podfic of our Codywan Big Bang project! My shortest was a Locked Tomb podfic at 57 seconds called Realization.

My first podfic of 2023 was Hot Cocoa by Melime, a "The Batman" podfic. In the middle was Dissipate by SunsetsOverLA for Waxer*Boil month. And the last posted thing was for @fandomtrumpshate, for my top bidder - an Obi-Wan/Jango soulmates AU.

Now, on to 2024! My resolutions are:

To continue working on current WIPs I'm bringing into 2024 - some of which I've already tied up only 5 days into the year

To podfic even when my brain is being a gremlin, because podfic makes me happy and I should be able to focus on that!

To be brave enough to post the first "Soft Wars" podfic and finally tackle the series (kind of the same as resolution #1)

Not to sign up for Big Bangs -- I love them dearly but they actually caused a lot of my burnout this year and I didn't love that. As much as I love collabs, I think I'll stick to Podtogether, multivoices with friends, and gift exchanges this year!

Close the gaps -- aka, as much as I love Clone Wars, I want to focus on all things I love, instead of overbearingly focusing in on one.

Going into 2024, I am going to start tracking what music I use in my podfics, because I was curious about it / @flowerparrish inspired me. I also found a way to track overall Star Wars and then Star Wars broken down into sub fandoms - that should neaten up my "top 5" category a bit.

Happy New Year, all!

And, as mentioned above, screenshots of my actual graphs & tables, for interest sake!

[oathkeeperoxas]

AO3 wrapped!

Respond to this with what you would call the top 5 fanfics you’ve read in 2022. Any genre! Any ship! (Bonus points: if you’re a creator, make this a 5+1 and include your favorite fic you wrote in 2022!)

Then leave this in your friends’ asks too. Let’s give creators one more spotlight before the year ends, and share some of what we’ve enjoyed along the way!

You sending this: haha it'll be a fun way to wrap up the year!

Me for the past 2 weeks thinking about this nonstop every time I have a spare second: what WERE my top fics of 2022??

I've carefully picked out the below, but there are many, many, MANY fics that I enjoyed this year, so picking just 5 was so hard okay 😭 that being said, all of these are codywan recs except one (besides codywan and TOA fic I don't think I read anything else this year... Well, besides The Desert Storm which is an ongoing series, but which I recommend to every person, whether you like Star Wars and whether you like time travel or not). I've posted the below fics in the order I read them so no favouritism in the order they're listed!

this road is meant for two [10.2k] by @skatzaa

“Cody,” came a voice from behind him. The Jedi. The traitor. “Run. Use your jet pack.” “Shut up,” CC-2224 snarled. He could barely see through the pain, but he leveled his blaster rifle again. “I’m not leaving you behind again, General—”

This was my gift for FFFX and let me say I seriously won the jackpot with this one!! It really has so so much tailored for me, like time travel of codywan from tatooine into a clone wars fix it, the angst of purge trooper Cody and him struggling with what he did, trans Obi-Wan, hurt/comfort, established relationship, it was funny, and most importantly, Palps got killed 😊

Good Soldiers [7.2k] by @elwenyere

“Have I ever commended you on the vast array of sentiments you manage to convey with your ‘sirs’?” Obi-Wan asked wryly. “Someday I will persuade you to drop the appearance of formality - at least when you’re telling me I’m full of shit.” “You’re welcome to keep believing that, sir,” Cody allowed. “Everyone needs something to look forward to.” The rest of Obi-Wan’s smile faded, his expression growing thoughtful. “Yes,” he murmured, “I suppose they do.” ----- Or, 5 Times Cody and Obi-Wan Followed Orders + 1 Time They Followed Each Other

I just remember reading this summary, and even before I clicked it I was like YES!!!! This person understands the characters and their dynamic and the prose is excellent, this fic is going to be freaking awesome. And I was right! It balances character growth and plot brilliantly, and the construction of each section is so thoughtful and combines into an incredibly crunchy whole. I was so disappointed when I checked the author's profile to find that this was their only codywan fic, but elwen has since graced us with many excellent works, and I recommend anything that she has written!

Thirty-One Sons, Thirteen Moons [32.7k] by sual

“This can’t keep happening,” Jango says despairingly. He’s said this almost every year for the past twenty-five of them. “Well,” Cody slowly replies, looking down at the squalling baby the witch has left on their doorstep, “what’s one more mouth to feed when you’re already feeding thirty?" - In Cody's latest attempt to sacrifice himself for his family, he finally learns how to want something for himself. Modern AU with magic.

Urban fantasy is my favourite genre, and this fic captures everything I adore about it - the inclusion of magic into the setting is so natural and informs the plot deliciously. I usually am a very hard sell on modern AUs and on relationships of convenience, but the excellent writing and Obi-Wan's gender fuckery got me hooked, and I'm so very glad I gave this one a chance. It's such a great idea, executed super awesomely and the smut throughout is sooo hot augh

Meg & Apollo's Highly Limited Roadtrip Playlist [3.2k] by Curioser [and the prequel as a bonus!]

Fourteen hundred miles. Four radio stations. Two friends trying hard not to kill each other, or to acknowledge the fact that in less than a week, they may never see each other again. And Lizzo. So much Lizzo.

Reading this immediately after finishing the TOA books made me sooooooo emo like you have NO idea!!! Meg and Apollo's relationship was the core part of TOA that I enjoyed the most, and this fic made me see that relationship in a different light, gave me a different view as this is from Meg's POV instead of Apollo's like the books are, and introduced me to a whole bunch of new music too. It feels far too short for the amount of gutpunches contained within - the comparisons between their fathers, their situations and lives, and how they're coping with that, all made me sooo overwhelmed like aaaaaa *insert screaming cat meme* they're best friends. They're best friends!!!!

shelter from the storm [3.1k] by @inkformyblood

A sandstorm means that Cody and Obi-Wan have to spend days inside. They find ways to pass the time. - Obi-Wan’s voice is low and Cody can almost picture his expression despite not quite being able to pick out his features; the incline to his head is almost hungry, his eyes half-lidded and thoughtful. “I’m sure you have several suggestions already.” “Only several?” Cody punctuates the question with a kiss, drawing Obi-Wan’s hand to his mouth rather than chance finding his mouth in the semi-shadows. The split lip hadn’t been worth it with the benefit of hindsight, regardless of how attractive the gesture had seemed at the time. Cody’s lips brush against the rough edge of a bacta patch, an old one worn and reused until it is more placebo than curative, but Cody still skirts around the edge of it, kissing the seams of Obi-Wan’s fingers and tasting salt.

This was another gift for me and it is just so so so good 🥺 I love how magpie writes codywan as the flow between them, their characters, their banter and their relationship is so lovely and amazing! Codywan on tatooine are my favourite version of codywan, and it is nailed here - the yearning and the grief and the closeness that comes from being the only two people in the galaxy. Plus trans Obi-Wan has my whole heart, which was the cherry on top of the rest of this excellent fic

Plus 1 - the favourite fic you wrote in 2022

Whaaaat a question, oof. This was hard, but I've picked the one that I enjoyed writing the most, as well as one I've reread a dozen times or so this year since I think I did a good job in it!

Stand By Me [34.7k] by Serie11

Cody and Obi-Wan renovate a house together out in the Dune Sea. Along the way, they discover something else worth keeping.

I wrote this in like 4 weeks as a gift for Emi, and the process came together to really deliver what I wanted, and Emi really enjoyed it, so it was just a really enjoyable process the whole way through!

[codywanreversebang]

Writer applications close on 15 April (1 week left)!

Writer applications (close 15 April)

2023 applications are still open for writers! Sign up now to join the codywan reverse bang 2023.

See 2022 Team 5’s art here and fic here!

📯 For more information, check out our 2023 master post!

[merlyn-bane]

A little out of order with day six! Haha. Prompt for Cum Stuffing.

Codywan, last part in the series consisting of days one, four, and five.

Doing another event!

SubObi Fills Below!

Day One - Hole Spanking:

A/B/O Jangobi -

[codywanaufest]

Hi, I've only just found this blog and I'm a little confused, where can I read the works from the previous years? (and what kind of prompts can be expected for next year?)

Hello! No worries, I am happy to un-confuse you (I hope).

You can read previous years on AO3: 2021, 2022. There was no 2023.

Which, this is fair. I should have a post somewhere with archive-y information, and that's my bad. I'll make a note to do some housekeeping in the coming weeks.

As for what kind of prompts to expect? That's entirely on the Codywan community as a whole. I don't really put a limit on what types of AU prompts are allowed to be submitted so long as an AU can be created from it. Canon, Modern, Magical, Fantasy, what have you. If you can dream it, submit it!

If you want to see every single (initial) submitted prompt (cleaned up) from 2022, you can see them on this Google Sheet. There's 246 word prompts (give or take, I was bad at sorting out some of the specific scenarios), 15 specific scenarios, 33 images, and 28 quotes. From there it was narrowed down to our final prompts.

The format is going to change a little for this year in terms of how many final prompts there will be and what prompt formats I'm going to accept, but those announcements will be made officially down the road when the event is live.

If you have any other questions, feel free to hit me up! Hopefully you'll join us for the event as a creator, or (if not) at least enjoy the content that is created. :)

[lbibliophile-sw]

Codywan Masterpost - 2022-2024

@codywanweek - day 8: 5th Anniversary

This year marks the fifth aniversary of Codywan Week, and the third year I've participated (2022 was my second Star Wars event!), so I decided to celebrate by creating a masterlist of all my Codywan works to date.

Works are ordered approximately from least to most angsty. They are mostly drabbles, and the Codywan relationship is usually left ambigiously platonic/romatic. All SFW.

Fluff and Shenanigans (occasional background angst)

Distraction (affectionate) (AO3) | drabble | Cody tries to reason with his General, who is distracted by other priorities.

See No Evil (AO3) | drabble poem | Cody and Obi-wan stare into each other’s eyes. All in the name of plausible deniability.

Tea Party (AO3) | script and comic | Obi-wan likes taking his tea in the communal rec room, likes when his troopers come past to say hello. But this might be taking it a bit too far...

Post-battle Ritual (AO3) | drabble | As a Jedi, your lightsaber is your life; so keep hold of it. ...Yes, you too.

Face to the Sun (AO3) | drabble | Armour Markings have meaning. Cody's isn't a sunburst.

Shared Custody (AO3) | drabble | Obi-wan keeps losing his lightsaber. Cody takes a different approach to preventative measures.

The Force Provides (AO3) | drabble | One proposal is gracefully declined, and another gleefully accepted.

Multitasking Meditation (AO3) | drabble | A Jedi practices many exercises which increase in complexity over the course of their training. Obi-wan has mastered this one, and so lost the benefit of the lesson it teaches.

Hurt/Comfort (with eventual happy ending)

Harmonic Motion (AO3) | drabble | As a Jedi, maintaining a long-term romantic relationship is hard. But with Cody, with the war over, he finds the right balance.

Sueing for Emotional Damages (AO3) | drabble | Cody might have his General back, but he's still upset that he was tricked into thinking he'd been killed in the first palce. And he knows just who to blame.

Taboo (AO3) | poem | A clone trooper's helmet is as much their face as the one they were created with; something deeply personal to those who have so little. But when Obi-wan tentatively asks to try on Cody's, he doesn't refuse him. His own feelings are no less taboo.

Just Another One of Those Faces (AO3) | drabble | Most plans involving a clone going undercover are doomed to failure… unless it takes place in the heart of the Republic. Obi-wan still worries.

There Were Two in the Bed, and the Little One Said... (AO3) | drabble | Nightmares are never fun, but company makes the aftermath easier.

Silence is Golden | poem | Cody loves his General, but he'll never tell.

Angst (aka. Order 66)

The Nightmare (AO3) | drabble | The Nightmare is unsettling in a visceral way, but after years of the nightly visions they are used to the feeling. And they always wake up. He just needs to wait until he wakes up...

Degrees of Trust (AO3) | drabble | Cody doesn't understand why his General's ‘I trust you’ suddenly stopped being a promise and instead became a pain-filled thing of guilt and grief.

Bonus (not specifically Codywan, but they provide significant inspiration...)

31 Days of Jedi Lies (AO3) | poem | "No, you are NOT fine."

[hawkeykirsah]

I posted 7,617 times in 2022

That's 2,302 more posts than 2021!

142 posts created (2%)

7,475 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@glimmerglanger

@lttrsfrmlnrrgby

@wrennette

@thetorontokid

@mid-nighttiger

I tagged 7,347 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#fan art - 2,580 posts

#obi-wan kenobi - 1,450 posts

#art - 1,416 posts

#star wars - 1,320 posts

#star wars: the clone wars - 1,076 posts

#mass effect - 743 posts

#codywan - 668 posts

#cody - 585 posts

#commander cody - 569 posts

#photography - 549 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#ambiguous relationships are here for the win eyyyy. are they dating? are they married? are they friends? are they qpp? we still don't know.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

snippet sunday

Have some more alphas-act-like-bowerbirds A/B/O Codywan AU.

“Sir,” Waxer continued hesitantly, “have you, ah, considered looking for something other than flowers to give the General?”

He snapped his eyes back at his ARF trooper.

Waxer straightened, holding his gaze, and pressed onward, “The rocks here, they shimmer. Perhaps the General would appreciate a rock sample? I swear, Cody, he was talking to some of the shinies about its mineral composition a few minutes ago when I walked by. And who knows, it could even be useful as a flimsi weight. If we had flimsi.”

That… wasn’t the worst idea.

95 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#4

snippet sunday

Another alphas-act-like-bowerbirds A/B/O Codywan AU  snippet! This fic has been fighting me lately, though that may have also had to do with both my kids being sick over the course of a week and then coming down with a nasty cold myself.

Perhaps, Obi-Wan thought, blowing on the steaming mug of tea in his hands, he should talk to Cody about this… situation. The flowers and little trinkets were one thing but telling him to sit down and let him work had been pure Alpha behavior. But, he reminded himself, he shouldn’t read too much into it. It would almost certainly pass.

His gaze fell on his tent—and the man standing in front of it, regarding his work with a content expression. Obi-Wan blew out a slow breath. Surely it wouldn't hurt to show a little gratitude; he was quite grateful for the chance to get a warm drink.

“Thank you, Cody,” he said, stepping closer. 

Cody turned to face him, gaze open and warm, “Sir, do you like it?”

“I—yes, thank you, Cody. It looks,” he glanced at the tent, built up with military precision, any stray rocks or branches cleared meticulously from the site, “perfect, Commander.”

He couldn’t help but notice the pleased flush spreading on Cody’s face at his words, his eyes alight with satisfaction.

112 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#3

psa: if you don’t like a character, nobody’s forcing you to write them

119 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#2

Another snippet request! I'd love to see how Obi-Wan meeting Cody's (exponentially larger) family went!

Well, this took a little longer than expected but it also turned out a bit longer. Thank you so much for the prompt, Adi! I hope you enjoy it!

They pulled into the car pool lot mid-afternoon. Cody stifled a groan when he saw a familiar sedan parked in Rex’ preferred parking spot, some of his brothers lingering around it and making their way over before Obi-Wan had turned off the engine.

Cody gave him an apologetic look, grimacing when he saw Fives downright bouncing toward them with a shit-eating grin on his face, “Looks like you’ll get to have the dubious pleasure of meeting some of my brothers right now already. Whatever they say or do, I apologize for them in advance.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly, jotting down the last entry in the van’s travel log, “Well, let’s not keep them waiting, babe.”

By the time they got their bags out of the back of the van his brothers were there, all three of them shooting obvious glances at Obi-Wan. “Obi-Wan,” Cody said, before any of them could say anything, “meet Rex, Fives, and Echo.”

“My pleasure,” Obi-Wan said, smiling easily and shaking everyone’s hands before softly touching the small of Cody’s back and saying in a low voice, “There’s Agen. I’ll be right back.” Cody simply nodded, aware of Obi-Wan moving off to finish the handover while his brothers crowded closer.

“So that’s Obi-Wan, huh?” Rex said, staring over Cody’s shoulder, eyebrow raised. “I mean, he’s not bad looking but—.”

“We heard you have a massive crush on him,” Fives put in helpfully. “Rexy said you couldn’t even focus on simple convos because you were busy drooling over this guy. Wolffe and Fox are both pissed that they have to work and can’t see the dude.” 

Cody shot Rex an unimpressed look. “Fuck sake,” he muttered, shouldering his bag and heading for his car. His brothers followed.

Rex grinned, “Well? How’s that crush coming along?”

“We’re well past that,” Cody said drily, unlocking his truck and tossing the bag inside. That brought all three of his brothers up short.

“What do you mean, well past that?” Echo asked.

“Exactly what I said,” Cody replied, smirking. “I hope you guys weren’t planning to follow me home, I have plans.”

Rex’s eyebrows climbed higher, “Plans? Yeah, mom and dad are expecting you for dinner, you didn’t forget about that, did you? Family cookout and all?”

Cody froze. He had forgotten. Fuck.

He shot a look over at Obi-Wan, now at his bike, stowing away his things in the saddlebags. He looked up and caught Cody’s gaze, mouth quirking to grin before sauntering back toward them, helmet tucked under his arm. “Give me a sec,” Cody said and set off to meet him, ignoring his brothers’ snickering.

#

Cody had hoped for Obi-Wan to follow Cody to his place and then spend a nice evening there. Maybe get some take-out, watch a movie and, ideally, get Obi-Wan spread out in his bed. He felt all prickly along his shoulders as he explained the situation, very aware of Rex, Fives, and Echo lingering by his car, watching.

“Are you really sure? We can put off our evening in until tomorrow, if you prefer,” Obi-Wan said, a small furrow between his brows, after Cody suggested he come along. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be,” Cody replied. “I want to spend the evening with you and, honestly, I think if I don’t bring you along my siblings might murder me. Seems like Rex has been talking us up.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly. “Well,” he said, eyes glinting with humor, “I don’t want to be responsible for fratricide and I am rather fond of you, so I guess I’ll come along.”

“Fucker,” Cody grumbled goodnaturedly. “I’ll pick you up at five? Or do you want to freshen up at mine?”

“We’ll be late if we do that,” Obi-Wan pointed out, grinning slightly, which was probably true. “Five sounds good,” he continued, brushing a kiss to his lips—Cody ignored the wolf whistles from behind—, and then waved at the others before walking back to his bike, putting his helmet on on the way. Cody took another moment to watch him swing himself on the bike and drive off before going back to deal with his brothers.

#

They were, unsurprisingly, the last ones to pull up in front of the house. It wasn’t large, really, considering how many of them there were; perhaps even smaller than the house Obi-Wan had grown up in. Nowadays it had a lot of empty rooms with only his parents and the youngest set of twins living there, except when Gregor was home on leave.

The front door opened and Cody’s mother stepped onto the porch, pressing a kiss to his forehead and enveloping him in a hug the moment he reached the top of the steps. “I’m glad you’re home safe again,” she said, ignoring his protests that there was nothing to worry about, and turned her attention to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, Cody noted, had his most charming smile on his face as he stretched out a hand in greeting, the salad he’d quickly thrown together while waiting for Cody to pick him up tucked under his other arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Obi-Wan.”

She shot an amused glance at Cody, taking the proffered hand and pulling Obi-Wan into a light embrace before ushering them through the door. “Hello, Obi-Wan. Please, just Lori is fine. Come in, both of you. Everybody else is in the backyard already.”

“Of course, Lori. I hope this is okay?” Obi-Wan asked, holding out the covered salad bowl. “It’s just a simple Greek salad.”

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127 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what is it with cody stans wanting him to punch obi-wan in a so-called codywan setting? who thinks it's okay or funny or in any way acceptable to wish physical harm upon a partner (romantic or otherwise)? lbr, if someone were to say the opposite you'd hear the cries of rage from the far corners of the internet, but this way around is acceptable? fuck all the way off

152 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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[darth-shado]

Azrael's Fic Master List

Here's my (rather long) list of fanfics I have published on ao3 and will be updated in the future.

List is divided into three categories: on-going works, completed works and one-shots.

How to read the list: Title (and link) — Rating — Word count — Brief description.

On-going works

Home: A place in a Galaxy — T — 3,3k — (post tbobf, Dinluke centric)

3 times Tim tried to get Jon and Martin together, and 1 time he realised he didn't have to — T — 2,8k — Co-written with: @.im-gonna-squeet — (post MAG: Fluff, Tim and Sasha being matchmakers)

The stars will be ours (once again) — T (GDoV) — 8k — (post season 4, Virravos and Magefam centric)

Completed works

Edward's Bar and Grill — T — 3,5k — (Ed instead of becoming Kraker decided to deal with Stede leaving him by opening a restaurant)

3 times Aziraphale wanted to kiss Crowley and 1 time he did — G — 1,9k — (Aziraphale throughout 6000 years wanted to kiss someone (Crowley) three times until one day he finally did, Aroace spec Ineffable husbands)

One-shots

Star Wars

Ret'urcye mhi ner kar'taylir darasuum — G (MCD) — 5,7k — (post tbb s2e3, Cody and Codywan centric, based on unused Kenobi script)

Differences in similarities — G — 705 — (Aroace Hunter, discussion about being aroace)

Romantic feelings, are not for everyone. — G (Referenced aphobia) — 584 — (Aroace Din Djarin, implied Din/Cobb and Din/Omera)

Planning under pressure isn't easy — G (Description of sensory overload) — 485 — (post tbb s1e8, Hunter centric)

Trick or treat — G — 477 — (Din & Grogu going shopping for Halloween costumes for Grogu, Modern au)

Forgotten Lullaby — G — 426 — (post Mandalorian chapter 13, additional fluff scene)

Freezing break — G — 295 — (Rey/Rose, Prompt: Rose drags Rey into the freezing cold to make a snowman.)

Omega's story — G — 241 — (Short scene addressing Omega being trans)

Taming hair before the meeting — G — 187 — (Leia/Han, Prompt: Han helping Leia brush her hair after a shower.)

The Magnus Archives

Loss of a family — M (GDoV) — 1,3k — (Fnaf plot written as a statement)

AITA for forcing people to tell me their trauma? — G — 245 — (AITA but it's season 4 of TMA)

Genshin Impact

Lovely crime — G — 907 — (Heizou/Kazuha, detective x criminal)

Heikazu week 2022 — G — 1k

Good Omens

Ineffable morning — G — 531 — (Ineffable husbands fluff)

Would you like to move in with me? — G — 251 — (Aziraphale asks Crowley if he was to live with him)

The Dragon Prince

Growing flowers — G — 397 — (Claudia's and Terry's first meeting)

Escape from the mirror — T (self-harm but for a spell) — 339 — (Viren frees Aaravos, post season 2)

MCYT (not rpf)

Welcome back gift — G — 1k — (Mumbo returns to Hermitcraft, Waffle Duo reunion)

(Not so good) Memories — G (GDoV) — 810 — (Double life desert duo angst)

Sherlock (BBC)

I love you for who you are. — T — 332 — (Johnlock centric, Asexual Sherlock, Coming out)

Stargazing with consulting detective — G — 328 — (Johnlock, Prompt: John and Sherlock spending the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.)

Honkai: Star Rail

How to deal with nightmares — T — 1,3k — (Dan Heng/March 7th/Trailblazer, Pre-relationship, Literally sleeping together)

Sons of The Forest

Simple Gestures — G — 632 — (Kelvin & Tim & Virginia (can be platonic or romantic), Kelvin and Virginia bonding)

Our Flag Means Death

Nightmare worst than a Kraken — G — 184 — (GentleBeard, fix-it au, episode 10 is just a dream)

Marvel

Soft Spot(s) — G — 448 — (Fluff and Crack, Lego99)

Baldur's Gate 3

When Astarion saw himself for the first time since becoming a vampire — G — 815 — (Astarion & or x Artist!Reader)

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I posted 1,466 times in 2022

That's 1,083 more posts than 2021!

429 posts created (29%)

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#trash talks - 225 posts

#clone simp - 88 posts

#commander fox - 56 posts

#foxiyo - 45 posts

#trash writes - 45 posts

#codywan - 36 posts

#riyo chuchi - 35 posts

#the book of boba fett - 34 posts

#trash husband - 32 posts

#the book of boba fett spoilers - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#if i have kids they aren’t going near technology until they can describe to me in excruciating detail the flavour of sunset

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I don’t headcanon that the CG are underfunded, I just think they are overstretched. That seems to be the situation for the whole GAR. They got the money and the tech and the equipment, just not the bodies needed to use it.

Think about it, Palpy wants his war machine ticking away at just the right level of efficiency necessary to keep up the charade but not so efficient that the clones have spare time to think about what they are doing.

I think the only thing they don’t have enough of is time. There’s plenty enough to eat, just precious little time to do it. The commanders are especially short on time. They each have a department to head up and men to organise. Poor Fox has to keep track of everything.

Palps doesn’t want them to have time to build connections with regular citizens but through the regular course of their monotonous lives, they spring up anyway. The clones are clever and can adapt; they make time somehow.

201 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#4

The week the command class clones learned how to armpit fart was when Alpha-17 truly considered murdering them.

210 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#3

Fives: when you think about it, sugar is just delicious sand.

Echo: go to sleep

Anakin, sand-sense tingling, screaming across the hallway.

Rex: now you’ve done it.

274 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

Thunderbolts Kix or Factory Reset Kix?

Both. At the same time.

449 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dooks serving looks and Quiggs looking like a disheveled stoner is so iconic.

Hippy son and his fashionista dad sends me.

Dooku buttoned up to the throat and Qui-Gon with his tits out - power move right there.

462 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

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I posted 2,135 times in 2022

122 posts created (6%)

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#fan made - 1,022 posts

#sw - 870 posts

#obi-wan - 482 posts

#codywan - 458 posts

#cody - 419 posts

#kh - 312 posts

#kairi - 146 posts

#the mandalorian - 125 posts

#sora - 122 posts

#riku - 101 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i would not be able to edit and tweak that much in the next 2 weeks unfortunately but i can daydream about finally getting this fic finished

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

codywan gang, listen up

Currently in 2022, we have uploaded 1,957 works to the codywan tag:

What does that mean? We only need 267 new codywan works to be published in December to get to 2224 works uploaded this year.

I’m incredibly impressed with the amount of content we’ve made this year - and if we reach 2224 works, that would be the cherry on top, so to speak. Let’s all get cracking!!

106 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#4

I’m excited to present the preview for what I’ve been working on with @sunflowersinheaven for the @codywanreversebang! It’s been lovely to see all the works come together with posting starting soon, and I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek of the fic too 💖

“What’s this I hear about you and Kenobi going on a date this morning?” Bly asks. Cody nearly chokes on his drink. “A what? There was no–” He clears his throat. “Obi-Wan and I attended an issue that needed resolving before anything got out of hand. When it was done we had brunch, and that’s it.” Obi-Wan had introduced him to the concept of brunch during their unexpected meal. Cody feels a little bit cocky that he’s managed to use it in a sentence already. “Brunch?” Bly squeaks, eyes going wide in shock. “Oh, by all things natborns hold holy, you’re oblivious. You’re both completely, utterly, unswervingly, oblivious.” Cody elbows him. Bly splutters, but he points a finger at Cody. “That’s not true,” Cody says, thinking about how he’d almost touched Obi-Wan’s hand earlier this week, and how he’d knocked their feet together under the table today. Obi-Wan had not been averse to those gestures – nor to the other dozens of occasions where nearly something more happened, whether he or Cody had almost initiated it. “We are not oblivious.” “Then what? You’ve decided to do the pining stage for so long because you can’t stand not to be the expert in something?” “That’s not it either.” “Then I’m confused,” Bly says, leaning forward. “You do acknowledge that you like Master Kenobi, right?” “Of course I like him,” Cody says, looking at Bly dubiously. “No!” Bly huffs. “I mean, you want to squish his little cheeks and see him in his bathrobe and have front row seats every time he wrecks someone’s shit.” Bly’s eyes have gone a little dreamy. Cody elbows him, which Bly protests loudly. “I think you’re projecting your feelings towards a certain someone onto me,” Cody says flatly. “You know what I mean!” Bly huffs. “You want to kiss him and hold him and you feel all fluttery and warm when you see him. Don’t lie to my face Cody, I’ve known you too long for that.” Cody had known what Bly meant the first time, but it’s always run to rile him. “Of course I like him,” he repeats dryly, and Bly groans. “Then what’s going on between you two? Come on, I gotta tell Aayla the gossip. Don’t leave me out here without any backup. She has a mean streak, I swear.” “Try squishing her little cheeks,” Cody suggests, and Bly launches himself. Cody grapples with him, until Bly plays dirty by tickling him in the one spot every clone is weak to. Cody grumbles and Bly laughs, letting him go. “Okay, but seriously,” Bly says. “You know he likes you too, right?” Cody looks out over the rest of the bar so he won’t have to answer. It’s complicated. He and Obi-Wan have been a lot of things to each other, and moving onto something else, something new, is big. Cody hasn’t done anything like it before, and he isn’t sure how to start. “Cody?” Bly insists. “You know, right?” 

114 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

Codywan Week 2022 Fic Rec List

Wow, there sure was a heap of works uploaded for @codywanweek this year! (approximately 140 on AO3, by my count) If you’re looking for somewhere to start browsing through all these awesome works, then please see the below list for some of my favourite fics from this year, and give them some love! 💖

Could We Start Again, Please? [2.1k] by @daughterofdungeonbat

Fic summary:

The war has ended, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody have become much more serious in their relationship, and they've spent the last day moving Obi-Wan's things into Cody's new apartment. All is going well, until Cody tries to lighten the mood and misses Anakin's frantic attempts to stop him. Or- Obi-Wan has an extra lightsaber. It is not his.

Fic rec: Really loved the character voices here, and the post-war set up and pay off really works well! Has some funny and great lines too

at the horizon’s edge [2.2k] by @inkformyblood

Fic summary:

The bed is larger than Obi-Wan is used to, even now, even after sleeping in it night after night since the day after the war was declared finished. They had made do for so long on the narrow GAR-issued cots or the cramped bunks on the ships that a large bed felt like an indulgence, something to mark the official beginnings of their relationship even though they wound up curled together more often than not. On the floor, beneath the cascade of blankets, Cody’s chest rises and falls beneath Obi-Wan’s hand. There is a hitch to his breathing, an unsteadiness that only grows as Obi-Wan shifts, skating his fingers up over the cool, bare expanse. (Cody has a nightmare, and some things cannot be faced alone.)

Fic rec: emotional and soft and intimate, with some great pose and interactions between codywan

setting sun [2.4k] by @milfmisspiggy

Fic summary:

"Fuck." "You may wear that word out if you aren't careful." "I'll switch it out when something else expresses my feelings better."

Fic rec: BITING AND CHEWING THIS. Absolutely lovely and hot smut with some Tatooine codywan!

Panacea [4k] by @missypup

Fic summary:

Cody has been falling for his General for two years. Two long, war filled years. But he's been able to stay in control of his feelings by just not acknowledging them. But having to share a bed with the man he's been daydreaming about for two years makes Cody so tense Obi-Wan decides to give him a massage to help out. Obi-Wan would certainly be the death of him.

Fic rec: I am always down for codywan massages and Cody getting some love and attention, and this provides in spades! There’s also some very sweet lines here that I loved a lot

Through An Artist’s Eyes [1.1k] by @yellowisharo

Fic summary

Another pass of his charcoal over the paper to emphasize the slight curve of the bottom of the ribcage, following the path Cody's eyes take over Obi-Wan's body.

Fic rec: artist!Cody my beloved! This fic is multimedia, and the art throughout the fic adds to the atmosphere and tone of the story in a great way

A Fool’s Errand [3.1k] by @itsgoldleaf

Fic summary:

“I killed you.” “You missed.” “I never miss.” “It was never you.” “This isn’t real.” “If you believe only one thing, believe that I am here and I am with you, and that this is real.” The second worst part is his rotten luck in having his General come back from being murdered and being so nice to him about it.

Fic rec: oh my god yall the way I am not kidding when I say this one drove me crazy... the PROSE the CHARACTER the INTERACTIONS the METAPHORS. This one really does have everything!!

Fear is a disease; hope is it’s only cure [9.7k] by @nimue44

Fic summary:

“The Sith has been hunting you and he hasn’t found you,” Ahsoka said. “Please keep it that way. The underground networks were hand-fed this intel, Obi-Wan. He wants you to know. He’s laying a trap.” “Of course he is, my dear,” Obi-Wan sighed. “And he’ll already know I’m coming.” “Obi-Wan, don’t, you’re safe here” Ahsoka pleaded. “Cody wouldn’t want you to walk into a trap just for him.” “No, he wouldn’t,” Obi-Wan agreed. Cody had raised an eyebrow at more than a few of Obi-Wan’s schemes in the past. Yet despite any of his reservations about a given gambit, Cody would join Obi-Wan on the front lines every time, even when he could have led from the fleet and let Obi-Wan clean up his own messes. “But I’m afraid his sound strategic reasoning hasn’t always foiled my plans to single handedly save the day.” OR: Two years into his exile on Tatooine, Obi-Wan comes across something in the desert that sets off a chain of events that may allow Obi-Wan to finally reclaim some peace. But first he'll have to rescue a purge trooper from the grips of the Empire.

Fic rec: I am just ajkhkfjg this one is SO GOOD. How Obi-Wan thinks/feels post O66 is so rich, and his refusal to let Cody go is just so everything aaaa. Great characterisation choices here alongside excellent writing.

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144 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#2

229 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For the touch ask prompts: Codywan and "shielding the other one with their body", please!

codywan, 780 words, post-war no order 66 AU

“Oh Force, Cody, save me.” 

Cody doesn’t hesitate. Between one breath and the next he sweeps Obi-Wan into his arms, holding him close against his chest, and turns so his back is facing the centre of the room. Obi-Wan curls up against his chest, tucking his head in close. They’re of a similar enough height that Cody can’t completely hide his partner, but they’re close enough that Obi-Wan can claim plausible deniability that he didn’t see anyone who was looking for him. 

“Who is it?” Cody mutters into his ear, feeling his hair tickle against his lips. He’s still not used to this – not to holding Obi-Wan so openly in public, nor the strange fit of the formal wear across his shoulders, or the tang of the exotic food in his mouth. But he’s putting on a straight face, because he’s the most highly ranked clone here – the highly formerly ranked. With the GAR dissolved at the end of the war, he has no military titles any more. That doesn’t stop Senators and governmental leaders and random people on the street from recognising him. The holo that had gone viral of him and Obi-Wan kissing at the announcement of the war’s end, and Cody had only cursed his distinctive facial scar ever since. For once, he’d be more than happy to blend in among the anonymity of his brothers. 

“The Senator from Rhydills,” Obi-Wan replies, barely loud enough that Cody can hear him. “He’s coming over – to the dance floor, quickly.” 

Cody swings Obi-Wan out among the couples that are twirling around each other, and his mouth twitches in a smile as he hears an annoyed sigh. Obi-Wan takes the lead easily, and Cody focuses on remembering the steps that he had insisted that Obi-Wan teach him the day before. He hadn’t expected to dance, but he likes to account for all possibilities, and it’s paying off now. 

“What did he want to talk about?” Cody asks, wondering if Obi-Wan is trying to put the conversation off for a minute or for forever. 

“His planet has recently undergone a civil war between the two main religions that make up the majority of the population,” Obi-Wan answers. 

“While our war was ongoing?” Cody asks, a little startled. 

“Of course,” Obi-Wan snorts. “It never rains, my dear – it pours. But anyhow, he’s intent on resettling as many troopers as possible on his planet. The male population was near destroyed in the fighting, and they’re likely to have a population crisis in the next twenty years if he doesn’t make up for it somehow.” 

“With clones?” Cody asks. “But won’t that just give him a new population crisis in fifty years, when everyone’s children are related to each other?” 

“A point that I have tried to convey to him three times in the last week,” Obi-Wan sighs. “I think he is very fixated on the current moment. A regiment has resettled on Rhydills, but I think he was hoping for one of the armies instead.” 

Cody takes a moment to digest that. In the months since the war ended, there have been many offers from different planets to settle Cody’s brothers. Their contribution to the galaxy notwithstanding, Cody knows that the speed at which they learn, their adaptability, endurance, and tenaciousness of the clones in all areas, not only war, has made them attractive immigrants. Few had been willing to stay on Coruscant once the breadth of the galaxy was made available to them, though they are in the process of setting up a robust online presence to stay connected even as they scatter physically. One tenth of all of his brothers, on one planet? There’s no possibility of that happening. 

“So instead of telling him no for a fourth time, you’d prefer to dance with me?” Cody asks. He would love to kiss him, but even if their relationship is public now, he still shies away from any displays that draw attention to it. 

“If I were to list the activities I would prefer to avoid and instead dance with you, we would be here next week, my dear,” Obi-Wan says, eyes crinkling as he smiles. 

Cody holds his silence as they turn around the floor, though he can feel the heat in his cheeks as they move. “I would be here until next month,” he finally says, and Obi-Wan laughs. 

“Well, I shall not attempt to argue with that. If we’re both so invested in our time here, perhaps we should make good use of it?” 

“Yes,” Cody agrees, and pays no attention to Senators or politics or the rest of the galaxy – not when he has everything he needs right here, in his arms. 

288 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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I posted 2,842 times in 2022

That's 2,842 more posts than 2021!

157 posts created (6%)

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I tagged 713 of my posts in 2022

#codywan - 58 posts

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#kenobi spoilers - 47 posts

#star wars - 40 posts

#bobadin - 33 posts

#the mandalorian - 26 posts

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#wolf 359 - 23 posts

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Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but also would bend double weeping at his lack of proper education on in-depth mandalorian history and culture that were denied from him

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Din Djarin having an absolute crisis over his identity now that he’s “Mandalorian no more” by the Tribe’s Creed is honestly such a good parallel to Boba Fett who doesn’t doubt for one second who he is despite being a literal clone.

(No wonder they’re made for each other)

116 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#4

Being a fanfic writer means: telling yourself you’ll write 10 chapters MAX, just to make it short and sweet, then realizing in chapter 8 that you lied.

264 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#3

Imagine Din “no thoughts, head empty” Djarin going to leave Tatooine and Boba “emotional instability” Fett just pouting for weeks because he’s pretty sure they’re married by right and his husband and new son just flew off.

This is why Fennec Shand drinks so much.

264 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#2

BobaDin (plus clan mudhorn) headcanons that just make sense:

Boba Fett would let Din take as long as he needs to take his helmet off in private

But if Din were dying from an injury he would rip it off without hesitation

They’ll speak Tusken in the streets of Mos Espa to freak people out

(But they’ll speak Mando’a in the bedroom)

Grogu is kin. Period. Boba and Din probably said the adoption words together

They’re both bad at asking for attention - but both really good at giving attention so it evens out

Keldabe kisses

Sometimes they’re sharp as tacks, sometimes Fennec swears they share one brain cell. There’s no in between

Grogu is spoiled (they argue over who is worse: Boba or Din. But it’s Fennec.)

Din calls Boba King of Tatooine to annoy him

—Boba retaliates by calling Din princeling

There’s bets over what Grogu’s first words will be (it’ll be a swear, they’re all sure)

313 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

When Obi-Wan tells Cody he was chained to a pole and Cody hesitates to say “entertaining”— that is definitely ‘I want to see you chained to a pole’ subtext.

722 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

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cody + fox oneshot

gen. cody’s on leave on coruscant; the first thing he does is going to the senate to bother fox.

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Cody looks at Fox over the datapad in his hand, and Fox stops on the threshold of his office, bucket still on. Cody smiles; Fox closes his eyes for a beat and then steps inside the narrow room, closing and locking the door at his back.

Might as well get this out of the way.

He expected something like this when he learned the 212th was on leave on Coruscant. Cody looks tired and too thin. His dress greys are the tiniest bit too loose around his shoulders, and his hair is recently cut. There’s a fading bruise on his jaw, and when he carefully places the ‘pad—not his: one of Fox’s, because of course it is—on the desk, Fox catches a flash of off-white bandage stuck to the back of his right hand. Two of his fingers are taped together, the tape itself ragged and yellowing. 

Fox makes sure his face is behaving before raising his hands to take off his bucket. It’s been a few months since the last time they saw each other, a few weeks since they last spoke, and he’s missed Cody, but that means very little. The thing about Cody is that if you give him an inch he’ll take the whole yard.

“You look like shit,” Cody says. Fox rolls his eyes and places the bucket on his desk. He leans over it, his hands on the table, to look at Cody properly. 

“So do you,” Fox rasps. He wants to wince, to clear his throat: he doesn’t. Cody tilts his head and sits up on his stolen chair, removing his boots from the table. Shiny black leather, well-taken care of, barely scuffed. 

Cody shrugs. He stands up from the chair and walks around the desk to stop right next to Fox, his broad shoulders brushing the wall on the other side. The office is tiny, a little cupboard of a room boxed by an actual storage closet and the fresher. It always smells vaguely of cleaning products and sewage, but Fox has learned to appreciate it. He keeps most of his stuff in the small lockbox between the single filing cabinet and the corner.

Cody places one warm hand on Fox’s jaw, makes him tilt his head up, and Fox rolls his eyes again and lets himself be moved. He’s looking at the scar across his throat, ugly and red: Fox expects the careful brush of his fingers against it, but he shivers anyway.

It’s very quiet. Someone flushes a toilet next door, and for a few seconds the noise is deafening. Cody fingers the straps of Fox’s armour, ungloved, familiar hands alien on the pale plasteel.

“Bly was worried. He told me to go check on you,” Cody says. He tugs on one armour strap. “Take this off.”

Fox blinks down at him: with his armour on, he’s slightly taller than Cody. Cody just tugs again, eyebrows lifted, face blandly expectant. Fox huffs and complies. Clack clack clack: the noise of his shell coming off is the loudest thing in the room. Fox shrugs out of his cuirass and vambraces and pauldrons and gloves and gauntlets and leaves it all on his small desk, crowding out the ‘pads and his bucket.

Cody’s solid and warm. Fox tangles his bare hands on the stiff fabric of his uniform jacket and hides his face in his shoulder, breathing in his familiar smell. Cody buries his hand in his hair, his palm cradling Fox’s head, and brushes a dry kiss on his temple, right on his hairline. Fox closes his eyes tightly. 

His throat hurts. It’s not because of the scar.

88 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

#4

codywan kiss bingo #5: kiss on the shoulder

new fic for the @codywankissbingo​! i changed kissing “practice” for kiss on the shoulder, since i don’t like that trope too much, and wrote 685w of established codywan. this is an au where windu manages to kill palpatine But amedda declares himself chancellor and everything becomes an ever bigger political and social mess. some clones desert, others don’t; the jedi scatter throughout the galaxy; etcetera. as always, fic and bingo under the cut.

The noise of a comm unit trying its very best to buzz its way off the bedside table is sudden and unpleasant. Obi-Wan opens his eyes, bleary and dry in the soft grey light of dawn, and groans, turning on the bed. He closes his eyes again and places his head back on Cody’s shoulder.

Cody shifts on the bed, free arm reaching for the comm on the table. He’s barely awake: his mind is a slow thing, and he’s warm with sleep. Obi-Wan rubs his face in the damp, hot skin of Cody’s neck, mouth half-open to better breathe him in: sweat and the chemical aftertaste of GAR-issue soap.

Cody’s sleepy mind turns sharp, cold, heavy. He delicately tugs at Obi-Wan’s hair, but Obi-Wan’s already rolling off him, blinking his eyes open again, sitting up on the bed.

The small hotel room is cold. Obi-Wan shivers, his bare arms pebbling in the freezing early morning air that comes in through a crack in the old windows, and watches Cody while he leaves the bed, back straight and steps quiet, eyes fixed on his comm. 

Obi-Wan follows him out. He steps into the fresher first, and once he’s out he starts getting dressed. He finds his boots by the door, his trousers under the bed; the jacket’s on the low chair by the window. 

Cody throws his tunic to him still reading the message on his comm, a worried frown on his face and still naked as the day he was decanted. Obi-Wan goes to him once he has his shoes on, and waits while Cody records a curt, short message and encrypts it before sending it, his voice still hoarse with sleep. Afterwards he sighs and turns to look at Obi-Wan, a complicated expression on his face.

His dress greys are by the foot of the bed, crumpled and mixed in with the covers. He was promoted after Amedda declared himself Chancellor: he’s been doing Obi-Wan’s job as well as his and trying to run interference between the Republic High Command and everyone else, and that means that he spends most of his time very far away from the front lines. He misses it, and he hates that he misses it.

In the past six months, Obi-Wan’s seen him just twice. Short, clandestine encounters just like this one: Obi-Wan in his borrowed spacer leathers, beardless, his hair shorter than it’s been in decades, and Cody using his rank as disguise and deterrent.

Obi-Wan reaches out to him, wanting to touch him, and cradles his face with his palm; Cody turns to brush a dry kiss on his hand, and then he’s stepping closer to Obi-Wan, warm with sleep but starting to shiver slightly in the cold.

He lets himself be hugged, his own arms wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist and his face in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck.

“I need to leave,” Obi-Wan not-asks. Cody hums in assent, breath warm and damp on his neck. Obi-Wan rubs his back, fingers dancing on the dip of his spine, and Cody turns his face to kiss him on the shoulder through the thin fabric of his shirt. He follows it with a bite, soft and toothless.

“Apparently you’ve been seen on Vanquo,” he drawls, glancing up, eyebrow lifted. Obi-Wan snorts, though it’s not that funny. There’s a small Jedi school in the sector.

“Then I guess I’ll see you there next,” he half-jokes. Cody huffs. There are dark circles under his eyes, and he’s lost weight: he’s burning himself out. 

He kisses Obi-Wan like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing, mouth open and his hands in Obi-Wan’s hair, chest to chest, and then he’s stepping away, reaching for his underwear where it can be seen among the bedsheets, and Obi-Wan’s putting on his jacket, lightsaber in its inner pocket.

Obi-Wan opens the window and jumps to the opposite roof, his old bones complaining all the while; Cody closes it behind him, dark eyes fond. 

Obi-Wan winks at him just to get him to roll his eyes and smile, and then he makes himself leave.

100 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

codywan kiss bingo #2: bloody kisses

hello! here’s my second entry for the @codywankissbingo​. cody whump, hurt/comfort, rated maybe T? implied canon typical violence. 820w.

fic and bingo card under the cut :)

“There’s room here, sir.”

Someone’s taken his bucket. Stone walls, dark and damp; his face is wet. Cody licks his lips—his mouth hurts.

“He’s awake. Pea, help me—?”

That’s the general. He sounds—he sounds like he gets when he’s worried and he doesn’t want anyone to know he is. Cody can’t see properly through his right eye. His bucket’s HUD must be fucked.

He blinks. He’s lying down on his back on a rough, hard surface, and someone’s taking off his armour. Two pairs of hands, both quick and agile; one pair is surer than the other. Cody blinks again. His tongue feels—heavy. Swollen. He must have bit it.

He can’t remember when that happened, or why. He feels—he feels less like a person and more like a body, a thing. Numb; indifferent. He lies there and he lets them take off his armour piece by piece and he watches the ceiling over his head. It’s low, too close.

The catacombs.

So it worked?

It must have—if only he could remember what it was supposed to be.

“Cody. Commander. Look at me, please.”

Cody knows that voice. He wrinkles his nose but obeys. Someone laughs, relieved. That’s the general. Those are his hands on Cody’s face and his eyes in front of Cody’s. He looks exhausted. Exhausted, disgusting. Dark circles and grime and blood, maybe his, maybe someone else’s—after a few days it’s hard to tell. 

His hands are cool on Cody’s throat and forehead. He hums, turns his face into his general’s cool palms.

“Where’s m’ bucket?” he asks. Someone shushes him, and Cody scowls. He opens his mouth to answer, but the words flee his mind, his tongue. 

Why did he want his bucket, again?

He shivers. He’s cold. Cody curls and uncurls his fingers—he can’t move his arms. They’re bare, and so is his chest: the panic is sudden and overwhelming. He stares blindly at the low stone ceiling—the catacombs, why the catacombs—and tries to think, but his mind is a blank, heavy thing, and his thoughts are made of water.

“Put him back to sleep—he’s terrified.”

No. 

Cody thinks he yells—his throat hurts. He heaves himself up, and someone swears. Hot hands on his back, on his arms; he can’t breathe. He chokes, his mouth full of wet, thick mud.

The world changes. The hot hands are now on his face, wiping away the mud, and then the general’s tired, dirty face. He’s very close—his lashes are blond. 

Blond lashes. What a stupid thing to focus on.

“Well, you’re not at your best right now, commander,” the general mutters. His tunic is bloodstained, ragged, burnt with oil and hot shrapnel. 

“Am I dying?” the question escapes his mouth before Cody can put it where it won’t bother anyone. The general blinks.

“Not yet, commander,” he says. “Not yet.”

He’s so full of shit. Kenobi snorts, too loud and ugly and relieved, and then his hands are back on Cody’s face and he’s—

Fuck. 

Cody blinks his eyes open. Everything hurts, and the air is so cold, so heavy and damp it almost cuts. He licks his dry lips and turns his head on—he’s on a cot. There’s a pillow under his head and a blanket over him, and he’s wearing—blacks, but just the lower part. No socks. No socks or boots or gloves. His feet are cold.

His fingers are clumsy, weak, too slow. He finds bacta patches and bandages: they cover most of the right side of his torso. He can’t feel them: local anaesthetic. 

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#2

anakin’s like [completely unhinged thought about life and death and the force] and rex’s reaction is to go “well i’d take a bullet for you and it’s not just because i have been indoctrinated to believe that i have to”

152 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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