#codywanfirstkissbingo

[coline7373]

"They were pressed so close, he could feel the warmth of him through the clothes, under his fingers. Then Obi-Wan bended slowly, like honey, and pressed his lips, gently, against Cody's neck. He could feel the hair of his beard."

Hello! My first entry to the @codywanfirstkissbingo !!!!

I suck at drawing people kissing so, of course, I decide to try to go for the full bingo 😆

A full bingo is 25 fanarts. Yes. Lol. We will see...

It's going to be a marathon as well as a challenge of olympic level for me. Wish me luck 🧡🍀🧡

[dontbelasagnax]

@codywanfirstkissbingo: hopeful kiss

Is there any other way to start off the event than with a tatooine reunion?

bingo card under the cut

[starwarjotta]

“Not that I’m complaining (quite on the contrary, actually), but you couldn’t have waited for two more minutes until the end of the battle to do that, sir.”

“How could I, with you giving me a smile like that, my dear?”

“...fine. I’ll allow it, this once. Sir.”

“:)”

my second @codywanfirstkissbingo work, for “battleground kiss”

[inkformyblood]

bright in technicolour (CWFKB23)

Free space - Forehead kiss, Canon Era, Soulmate AU (Many thanks to dontbelasagnax for the reminder about this event and by extension, that I hadn't actually posted this) @codywanfirstkissbingo

Cody keeps his helmet on when he’s around the Jedi. The Kaminoans hadn’t cared, the clones barely more than livestock to them, numbers encoded into the chips in their wrists to assign them a bunk, a training stream, an incinerator, but they are not the Jedi. Kamino had been grey and silver and blue, the ocean bleeding through the metal supports and pooling across the lower levels until they were brown and red and green. The clones can see those colours, pick them out at a distance and name them in four different languages, whisper chartreuse and aquamarine and periwinkle amongst the weapon schematics and formations that put down roots and grew amongst their thoughts. 

The vast majority of the galaxy can’t see colour. 

They can see shades, the barest hints of saffron and gunmetal imprinted on their existence, and some can see the full spectrum like the clones can. It is because they’re clones the holonets shriek those first few stumbling weeks of known existence when the universe is larger than Cody had ever thought it could be, everything too much, too loud, too quick to be held onto. They don’t have soulmates so they can see colour. It makes sense. They’re not built for another person to weave their fingers together, palm against palm, and press a kiss against their skin so they can blush shades of rosewood, careys, smitten. It is fine. It’s fine. 

So, Cody keeps his helmet on. 

No eye contact. No disappointment. No polite courtesy he didn’t know ground into the mud beneath his boots because he looked at someone and saw flecks of gold in their eyes. 

The Jedi had explained it to them after that first battle, their eyes directed towards the clones but not looking at them, politeness patchworked together into something functional and it had been appreciated more than they would know. Helmets on, filters activated, and there’s an alarm system hooked up to the entrances to the lower levels in case someone who isn’t a brother strays into their bunkrooms. They were made to be soldiers, to adapt, they could adapt to this. 

The current battlefield is not Cody’s favourite. 

Too much mud for their standard equipment for a start, a helpful piece of information that could have been communicated better by a brother in shades of umber, russet, sepia, but no. They got to find out along with the sheer amount of droids they were meant to fight as they spilled out of the transport ships and onto a planet that squelched with every step and covered everything. Cody hates it. Hate is a new emotion, sparking a solid red with little variation at the edges and Cody reaches for it with both hands. Better that he stains his palms red with hate than with the futility of cutting himself to pieces on the ruined shards of his helmet. 

Cody lies flat on his back in the mud and tastes copper in the back of his throat. Every breath is shallow from necessity, the mud smells solid, damp but warm and Cody hasn’t decided on if he likes it or not. Choking is a risk with his current position but he can’t move, not yet. He’d shot the droid that had gotten a hit off on him, some huge hulking twisted sparking slag heap of metal in one uniform silver shade that had nearly vanished amongst the stinking clinging mud. He hadn’t seen it. There would be more who wouldn’t see them. 

Colours mean nothing when they can't help them. Might as well peel them away and give them soulmates to try and balance the cosmic scales.

Pointless thought to indulge in, peeling wires out of their casing to twist them into fresh shapes, but the blow to his face has shaken them free and Cody isn’t sure if he has a left eye anymore. There’s the pulsing pain of it echoing through his teeth and his bones, a deep thrum that reverberates in his chest like he’s standing next to an engine roaring in full-throttled fury. Nothing else exists except the pain and the thought screaming back against the tempest. 

If Cody had a soulmate, if he had another person he could love like he had been made, devotion  coded into his genes along with every other adjustment the Kaminoans had decided on, who would he choose? Prime had bargained away an army for a child so how could Cody, made in his image, not love just as fiercely, with every piece of him. 

Cody thinks he is halfway in love with the man he would have chosen to be his soulmate already.

Most of his brothers are too.

They were made for the Jedi after all, how could they not love them?

There’s a shout from somewhere, maybe to his left, or it could be his right, Cody’s heart skipping a beat in its battered and bloody cage. He blinks his single working eye, his vision blurred carmine, crimson, sanguine, and Obi-Wan leans over him. He’s kneeling to his side, one hand resting on Cody’s chest and he wishes he could feel it, bruise in the imprint of Obi-Wan’s palm so it lasts. His hair has fallen free from the neat braid he had pulled it into hours prior, copper cascading across his forehead and shoulder. 

“Are you alive?” Obi-Wan asks, desperate, frantic, the words running into each other in his haste. He pauses, pulling a breath in through bared teeth, and his gaze focuses on Cody, then into him. There’s the sharp scent of ozone in the air, a distant sense of burning stars collapsing in one themselves and Cody isn’t made to hold this knowledge but he tries. He grins up at Obi-Wan, tasting iron and mud and he tries.

Obi-Wan sags against him, a decaying ruin finally learning it should have relaxed eons before, curling forwards and pressing his forehead to the back of his palm. His other hand is close enough to Cody’s shoulder for him to feel the movement when Obi-Wan’s fingers curl, supporting himself on a fist instead of a flat palm. Cody wants to speak, to tell him about the droids and their uniform colouration, an absence in the Force that Obi-Wan may not be able to see, won’t know about. He twists his face a fraction to the side, pulling a breath through his nose as he unseals his mouth. Blood coats his teeth, his tongue, a fresh trickle working down his neck. 

“Droids.” Cody spits, doesn’t make it past the shattered edge of his helmet. It’s warm, everything is warm. Hurts too much to be dying so this is existence, pain and love braided so closely together it isn’t worth tearing his fingers to shreds to separate them. He loves Obi-Wan. He is in pain. Both things are true. “Droids in the mud.”

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan sighs. He pushes himself upright, his shoulders curling like a scavenger picking over a corpse, no change in pressue on the hand still resting on Cody’s chest.

Cody never thought his name could be beautiful. Functional and his, yes, but not beautiful. If Cody could choose, he would pick Obi-Wan. He has chosen Obi-Wan in every way he is able to. 

The mud clings to Obi-Wan, the bottom of his robes sodden and dark and umber. It doesn’t suit him, the outskirts of Cody’s single edged vision blurring out of focus as he tries to take all of him in. He raises himself up, turning towards Cody and reaching out to the broken line of his helmet. His brow furrows, which isn’t an uncommon expression on him but it isn’t normally directed at Cody, this concern or exasperation painted over Obi-Wan’s features. He can’t fully make out which with one eye and a head full of spiking agony.

Obi-Wan leans closer and Cody should stop him, should press himself further into the clinging mud. But he doesn’t. Obi-Wan’s touch hurts, a swift redirection of Cody’s attention back to a place he’s trying to forget, but he leans into it, breathes through the flashes of sage, burgundy, cobalt in front of his eyes as his jaw grinds shut. 

“Still there,” Obi-wan murmurs, his fingertips cool against the crater of Cody’s face. “There’ll be a scar but it will heal.”

Obi-Wan is closer than Cody realised, not a respectable arm span between them, the distance assessed and calculated and refined in countless messages volleyed between the battalions. No, he’s close enough to kiss, nose to broken and bleeding nose. Cody could. He wants to.

He doesn’t.

There are fault lines of silver beginning to run through Obi-Wan’s hair, clustering at his temples, but the majority is copper and russet, bronze and fawn. His freckles are similarly mismatched , the one beneath his eye dark compared to constellations over his arm, a scattered handful visible where his tunic gapes at the neck, cream woven with bisque and all stained dark with sweat and mud. He is every colour Cody wants to remember and this must be a gift, this ability to see colour from the moment they open their eyes because they love too strongly to be denied this small kindness. Obi-Wan leans up, closer still, and kisses Cody’s forehead. He remains there for a moment, breathing through his nose in sharp shallow puffs, before he retreats.

Obi-Wan’s mouth is red, a sharp line cut into his jaw from Cody’s helmet and blood beads from it, beginning to drip from his chin. “I’ve repaired the damage as best I can, blunted the pain too. I—” Obi-Wan blinks, pulls in a breath through bared teeth. “Cody.”

Cody doesn’t move, isn’t sure he’s still alive and this isn’t some pretty trick his dying brain has thrown at him except for the thudding of his heart in his ear and the stickiness of blood drying on his skin. 

“You have such beautiful brown eyes. I didn’t realise that before,” Obi-Wan says and Cody knows. 

The clones can see colour, and Obi-Wan can too.  

[meebles]

Last Line Challenge

Some of these are months old but, thank you so much for the tags @raphaerolo @hawthornsword @loverboy-havocboy and possibly others, apologies if I forgot anyone! I haven’t had anything to post lately but I finally do and I really appreciate all the tags in the meantime!!

This is for a @codywanfirstkissbingo prompt featuring Jedi Archivist!Obi-Wan, where Cody and Obi-Wan get to be very flirty together whenever Cody visits the Archives.

Here’s a snippet of Fox and Quinlan reacting to said flirting:

Fox pinches the bridge of his nose. He hates having to come to the Archives when Cody is on-planet. “This is unbearable. Look, he’s practically slobbering over the fucking man. It’s sickening." Vos snorts, shaking his head. Because of course Vos also just happened to be here, and immediately planted himself at Fox’s side once he spotted Fox. “You don’t know Obes like I do. What’s unbearable is how tame this is. Fifteen years ago he’d already be bent over the desk!” Fox rolls his eyes. “And you don’t know Cody like I do. This is him bent over the desk.”

I'll tag @merlyn-bane @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @biscuityskies @koisplash @tapemonkey21 and anyone else who wants to play!

[biscuityskies]

Last line challenge

I was tagged by @meebles and promptly had a small crisis over if I should use the most recent line I had written or the last line of the fic… and then I wrote some more and this satisfies both facets 😅

This is from my @codywanfirstkissbingo wip called pinch points!!

It’s bad enough that he almost told Cody he loves him. Despite coming up on a full year since that happened, he still thinks about it at least once a day - in no small part because it still holds true. The way Cody’s scar puckers when he smiles, the way his face lights up when he laughs, his sheer level of competence in everything he does. Obi-Wan wants to keep seeing him like that: happy, carefree, at ease.

Which is why they’ve been operating as normal for the past year.

Well, perhaps a touch friendlier than normal; Obi-Wan openly refers to Cody using his name rather than his station, now that he knows his thoughts on the matter, to which Cody replies with Obi-Wan’s name rather than the “sir” that had been ingrained into his being. They spend a touch more time together, too. Time not spent on flimsiwork or pulling reports or filing inventory requests or updating the Council is still spent in Obi-Wan’s quarters; flecks of golden paint dot the floor from where Cody has found a level of comfort there - silent as he decorates his armour while Obi-Wan reads the latest reports, but open to conversation if there’s something that particularly piques Obi-Wan’s interest.

They’ve also found that they both sleep better with someone by their side, courtesy of that night on Snokota, and have on a few different occasions found themselves in the same bed, bodies pressed tightly together to feel the other’s heartbeat, to know they’re both still alive. Cody had quietly murmured one morning that it reminded him of when he was younger and he was closer in proximity to his brothers, they would sleep in piles like they had seen the troopers do that night. It’s safety and warmth and that quiet reassurance that he’s not alone.

Obi-Wan is happy to be these things for Cody, since Cody is all of them for him.

No pressure tags to @ferretrade @c-c2224 @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @bluemaskedkarma @dontbelasagnax and anyone else who wants to join!!! <33

[lothcatthree]

“Are you quite finished?” Obi-Wan crosses his arms and looks like that unimpressed tooka in a dress again. Force, Cody doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to look at the feared General the same way again. Not that he wants to, of course. “Am I quite finished?” Cody mocks Obi-Wan’s accent and swallows whatever insult the Jedi is about to throw his way when he pushes off the wall and grabs Obi-Wan’s face, kissing him filthily and directing him to the bed.

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They're tasked with retrieving some intel in a Casino, which they acquire fairly quickly. The next question is what to do with the rest of the night. Or, Obi-Wan is a bastard, Cody is so done, and they're hopelessly in love.

(Rough kiss)

ahhhh almost done!! one more fill to go :) @codywanfirstkissbingo

[nebulous-frog]

Last line challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew!

Thank you @pisscord for the tag, and the wonderful wlw codywan snippet 👀👀👀 very excited for that

I’ve got here something I’m working on for the @codywanfirstkissbingo, have a lil nibble—

“Cyare,” he whispered in the small space between them. He felt his beloved shiver at the word, and his lips quirked in a smile. Just to feel that again, he said it once more. “Cyare, I wanted to ask something of you.”

“Of course, dear heart, anything,” Obi-Wan breathed.

No pressure, but if you would like- @pasteldnp and @manchestereyes! And of course, anyone else who would like to join in, no tags necessary :)

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Obi-Wan breaks the ice – literally. With so many things left unsaid and undone between them, Cody has no choice but to dive in after his general and try to bring him back to life.

My fill for the @codywanfirstkissbingo square "kiss of life" :3

[coline7373]

"For Life and Light."

Pffffiuuuuu... I didn't thought I would finish it in time but I did! *fist pump*

Just in time to thank the @codywanfirstkissbingo 's mods for such lovely prompts and to wish everyone a very merry Christmas and/or Winter's Holidays!!!!!!!!!

Big love sent to everyone!!!

💖❄🎄💖🌞💖🎄❄💖

[dontbelasagnax]

@codywanfirstkissbingo: celebratory kiss

The war is over. Officially.

It takes the esteemed High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi approximately six seconds to process this, locate his commander, and jump him.

bingo card under the cut

[starwarjotta]

first work for @codywanfirstkissbingo, "tender kiss" bingo card under keep reading

[codywanfirstkissbingo]

Coming Valentine's Week 2025!!!

You asked and we answered! Codywan First Kiss Bingo is back, but your mods (Bee, Lasagna, and Lttrs) could use some help! Last year's fills and asks were a lot to hold on to, and keeping up with the fills felt a bit like free-falling at times.

Help us keep hold of the scheduled posts and asks before the event, and help us catch and share all the fills once CWFKB 2: Valentine's Boogaloo gets started.

Email the mods at codywanfirstkissbingo at gmail or message us here or to the individual mods if you're interested-- and mark your calendars:

Codywan First Kiss Bingo returns, February 2025!

[inkformyblood]

Codywan first kiss bingo wip~ (@codywanfirstkissbingo <3)

“Manual breathing?” Ben’s smile softens slightly, his gaze wandering away from Cody to the river as his cheek indents making the expression lopsided. “It’s also called the kiss of life.” Cody blinks. There is definitely not a training module for this situation.  “It does seem like we are doing everything out of order,” Cody murmurs, squeezing Ben’s hand once more before he releases the other man. “You kiss me before you even know my name.”

[meebles]

A Codywan WIP for a @codywanfirstkissbingo fill, in which Cody suddenly realizes he's both gay and demisexual, and decides to ask Obi-Wan a very blunt question:

“Obi-Wan. Are we in love?”

Obi-Wan blinks before his eyes bulge, mouth slightly agape. As the seconds tick by in stiff silence, Cody realizes that this is the first time in his almost ten years of knowing Obi-Wan where he’s seen the other man at a loss for words.

“ …I think I’m going to make myself some tea. Would you like some?” Obi-Wan asks suddenly, his tone neutral as he composes his expression to match. Without waiting for an answer, he rises from the armchair and walks to the kitchen.

Cody stares at him dumbly for a long moment, before getting up and following Obi-Wan. He must’ve heard Cody approach, but he doesn’t acknowledge him, just continues filling the kettle.

Part of him wants to bolt from the apartment, but Cody refuses to let his resolve waiver, knowing he has to see this through now that he’s broken the damn. So instead he goes about helping, pulling out Obi-Wan’s favored mug and his overpriced honey.

Only once they’re both sat back in the living room, two steaming cups between them, does Obi-Wan speak.

“You said we, before. So the answer to your question rather depends. Are you in love with me?”

Something hot and burning and bright twists itself in Cody’s gut. “That’s all it depends on? Just that?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replies, soft yet firm as anything.

[biscuityskies]

last line challenge!

i was tagged by @eloquent-apollo for the last line challenge some time ago and i'm not sure if i'll ever write smth this good again 🧍 so . i'm cashing it in with this!!! (which i just wrote for @codywanfirstkissbingo btw. if u even care.)

“Obi-Wan, listen to me,” Cody whispers into his comms. “You take those troopers and you get the hell out of here. Do you understand me? I am a lost cause. Do not - under any circumstances - come back for me!”  “Cody?”  Cody bites down on his tongue, tasting iron before speaking again. What’s one more act of fraternization?  “I love you.”  And in one swift motion, he removes his comms and smashes them with a piece of debris so that Obi-Wan can’t get himself into any more Forcedamned situations. 

i have this thing where i don't want to be a burden so i'm not going to tag anyone but i WILL leave it open ended - if you have smth you want to share, i encourage you to do so! consider this as me tagging you!