#codywankissbingo2022

[sissiarte]

BINGOOOO!!!!!! This little comic gives me two fills: forehead kiss and sweet kiss.

I MADE IT! And in my usual fashion, barely on the last day jhasjkkd. It has been so much fun to play, I feel like it helped me improve and experiment a lot and it even made me go back to writing!!! So thank you so much @codywankissbingo​ for creating such an amazing event, for being awesome mods, and for always leaving such nice coments on my art and writing it means a lot <3

The event ends today, but my codywan kisses certainly do not, I will definetly continue (with a little bit more leisure) doing some more fills with prompts I liked! And of course, you can look forward for the little fictlet that will acompany this piece.

As always, please click on the image for better quality and my card under the cut :)

(commissions are open!)

[ilum-you-so-much]

@codywankissbingo prompt "Kiss in the rain" I swapped to replace "Goodbye kiss" because I started two a bit too big works for that one, and I think Kamino makes kissing in the rain very easy.

That's the most anemic Kaminoan city there can be but perhaps the rest of the buildings sank from seeing Cody and Obi-Wan

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

I'll post the (this time for real) last filled prompt tomorrow! As always, bingo card under the cut!

[brigittttoo]

Spiderman Kiss, Kiss Hello - Codywan Kiss Bingo

happy saturday, have a @codywankissbingo fill! I'll probably release a new one each week until the official final date because these are too fun not to post a little early :)

(established codywan set sometime during the war, but intentionally vague because I couldn't be bothered. 1k words.)

Obi-Wan wakes up to the sound of a rather large explosion. It rumbles through his bones first and shakes him into consciousness, and most of all emphasizes the fact that he is able to sway through the air.

He’s pinned at his ankles and his hands, and the unfortunately familiar weight of a Force-nullifying collar around his neck. His vision blurs a little, just barely in and out of focus as he tries to get his bearings without the help of his internal balance. After a slow couple of seconds, which he may admit could be closer to minutes, Obi-Wan comes to the conclusion that he’s upside down.

He tries to say aloud something like, “Perfect, just what I needed,” except after the first vowel his throat stages a hacking, wheezy coup. The involuntary clenching of his coughing makes him sway back and forth even more, and when he peers up in the direction of his feet he only sees the dark and nebulous shape of rafters before another explosion jolts him again on his tether.

Ideally, he would prefer to be in a properly upright and standing position before the structural integrity of this building gets called into question. For now, it’s all he can do to feel the slow release of his brain from whichever chemical cocktail was used to knock him out, and try to feel around his wrists for some way to release his hands. No luck; from experience, it feels like a pair of explosive-locked titanicuffs.

A rattling flurry of blasts shake through the far wall, and when Obi-Wan closes his eyes again to focus, he does hear the low hum of the LAATs below him. Above him. Outside the—well, now that it’s not swimming in his gaze anymore it looks like a remarkably flimsy roof, hovering over the warehouse cargo crane system. This really doesn’t bode well for the relative timings of the building’s dismantling and his being lowered safely to the ground.

The ground in question, when he rolls his head back as far as the collar will allow, appears to be duracrete or stone in its composition, and would not be pleasant to land on from this height. Another crash sounds in the near distance, and seems to open up a channel within the building for blaster fire to sound like it’s practically in the room. Perhaps a set of doors was blown open, or a new entrance made in a wall somewhere, and—yes, those are the quick and disciplined shouts of his men, faint under the raucous clamour.

Obi-Wan closes his eyes again. They must’ve received his comm as he’d intended before he’d been jabbed, and quick-stepped the Vigilance over to this base of operations. He lets out a sigh and swings gently to the right after a chain of grenade explosions echo through the warehouse; hopefully none of these crates have anything flammable inside.

Moments of silence alternate with stretches of deafening noise, the clattering of metal and plastoid and blaster fire, and Obi-Wan just hangs there as the sound of his men gets closer and closer. If he was not so confident in their abilities he would be attempting more fervently to release himself, but there’s something, beyond the dull stifling of the Force-null collar that feels bright and fast-approaching. So Obi-Wan easily holds onto his patience, and slowly revolves on the cable.

Eventually, the noise of the advancing 212th dies down to a simmer, and a series of heavy thunks sound from the far wall just before the machine door lifts and Cody ducks through. Obi-Wan peers at him before his view rotates around, and thinks he sees his dropped lightsaber in Cody’s hand, swinging with that surefooted step.

“General,” Cody calls, and Obi-Wan says, “Yes, Commander?”

Obi-Wan watches the other half of the warehouse and listens to the footsteps stop, just before a loud mechanical whirring starts. The cable holding him jolts a couple inches up, pauses, and then starts lowering him down. Cody comes back into view; his helmet is still securely on, and with the numbed, far-away feeling of the Force it’s hard to say much about his demeanor.

“Glad to see you got my message,” Obi-Wan says. Cody steps forward with the crane control console in hand, and Obi-Wan can’t help but smile at how their paths will intersect.

“Of course, sir, and—just in time.” He pauses when Obi-Wan twirls around again, and then he’s only a metre away, dropping the controls, hitching his lightsaber to his utility belt, and doffing the helmet. They’re of a height, now, although inverted, and without the visor in between them Obi-Wan can see how Cody’s gaze flicks around his face, up at the collar, further to the locks on his ankles.

Obi-Wan attempts a shrug and ends up having to be stilled by Cody’s hand on his shoulder when the movement almost jostles him into spinning again. “I’m sure I would’ve figured something out.”

Cody shifts his hand to the side of Obi-Wan’s head. The sounds of barrage and building destruction have entirely quieted now, so it’s likely that there is no great rush to return to the fight. “All the same,” he starts, and Cody’s lips twitch before he leans in.

The kiss is upside down and more than a little strange from its unique angle, but to have Cody so near and close, warm from battle and sweating down his neck, it might as well be perfect. Cody’s thumb strokes along his jaw before his hand creeps around to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, and he huffs a laugh into a smaller kiss, one that lingers, and which Cody turns into a nipping pull on his bottom lip.

The collar clunks open with a short beep, and Cody holds him through the returning wave of the Force with the same, softening kiss. “Oh, there you are,” Obi-Wan says stupidly. He blames it on being upside down.

“Hello,” Cody returns, and with another stroke of his thumb down—up?—Obi-Wan’s cheek, he steps on the button to lower the cable the rest of the way.

[glimmerglanger]

from your lips

REMINDER: final week of @codywankissbingo starts in only a few days! To commemorate, I'm posting what I think'll be my last fic for the event, which I wrote for the "blowing a kiss" prompt.

Set during the Clone Wars, feat: head injuries and a discovery of flirting. Fic and card below!

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Obi-Wan had more experience than he liked to think about with head injuries. 

The last one - sustained when Ventress tried to drop half a mountain on him - had left the world spinning a bit unsteadily and his ears ringing. He felt aware enough to realize he was…off but they hardly had the time in the middle of a battle for him to visit the medics to have them tell him what he already knew.

Instead, he simply kept going through the fray, attempting to hold onto his concentration as best he could. Time slipped and slid away, full of the noise of blasterfire and the stink of singed circuitry, until he ended up, in a moment of quiet on the battlefield, looking across a sea of destroyed droid bodies at Cody. 

He was…beating one of the droids to pieces with its own arm.

Obi-Wan stood, swaying on his feet, just watching with a warm feeling in his chest. 

Cody noticed, a breath later, glancing his way, armor splattered with oil and bearing a few new scratches. Obi-Wan grinned at him, feeling wobbly, and, because it seemed like a good idea with another wave of droids about to break over them both, raised two fingers to his lips.

He pressed a kiss to his gloved fingertips and, because it seemed the only thing to do, blew it towards Cody, who just--stood there, looking confused, until the droids came down on them again. 

And, by the time the battle had ended, Obi-Wan had forgotten about the entire event. 

Probably something to do with the concussion the medics insisted that he had. 

#

Cody knew all the hand signals used officially by the GAR in the field. 

He’d learned many of the signals the Jedi used amongst themselves, and picked up more from the independent fighters on worlds like Ryloth. He had what he personally considered to be a broad and comprehensive knowledge base, important in a war where - sometimes - they simply couldn’t speak to convey a plan.

And yet, he had absolutely no idea what his General had tried to tell him earlier on the battlefield.

He knew, well enough, that Obi-Wan had fought in wars before, so perhaps the sign - the press of fingers to lips and then the odd blowing motion - had come from one of them. Cody had no idea and it ate away at him, knowing that he’d missed communication across the field of battle, that he had - quite likely - made things harder or cost men their lives. 

He pressed his lips together, thinking about that, as he went hunting for his General through the halls. They needed to discuss the sign he’d used and any others that he might decide to throw out, so Cody could be prepared, next time.

In the end, he found Obi-Wan in his quarters with the lights dim and the smell of bacta still on his skin; he’d been to the medics already, then. Obi-Wan greeted him warmly enough, invited him in, and then stared at him - blankly - when Cody brought up the sign he’d used on the battlefield.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said, looking honestly puzzled, “what sign did I give you?” 

“This one,” Cody said, and recreated it as well as he could: lips to finger tips, hand titled forward, lips pursed, blow. 

Obi-Wan blinked at him and then, after a beat, a pink tinge spread all across his cheeks. “Ah,” he said, “yes. I recall now.” He leaned back, a little grin stretching across his mouth. “That’s, hm, not precisely a sign for anything, really. Nothing related to a fight, anyway.” 

Cody frowned and asked, because he knew well enough he was missing the context for many of the things nat-borns did, “What’s if for, then?” 

“It’s a flirty gesture,” Obi-Wan said, grin kicking up the corner of his mouth a little further as he tilted his head to the side. “Sorry to make you worry about it, Commander. I hit my head quite hard during the fight and must have simply been unable to think of a better way to communicate how impressed I was with your strategy on the field.” 

Cody knew about flirting, though he’d never attempted to engage in it. He’d never thought much about it.

Which did nothing to explain the slow spread of warmth through his gut as he thought about Obi-Wan--flirting with him across a battlefield. His thoughts spiraled in, tight, as he stood there, until an urge to better understand had him asking, “It implies sending--a kiss to another person?”

“Blowing it to them,” Obi-Wan said, eyes crinkling in the corners, “yes. From your lips to…well. Wherever, I suppose.”

Cody wondered what Obi-Wan’s destination had been, gaze dropping to Obi-Wan’s mouth for a moment before he managed to wrench back control of himself. 

“I see,” he said, looking into Obi-Wan’s bright eyes and imagining knowing what it had meant on the battlefield. It was only a small jump from there to imagining Obi-Wan’s actual lips on his skin and--

And that was something Cody had experience very carefully not thinking about. He cleared his throat and looked to the side. “Should we discuss our new orders?” he asked, tone carefully modulated, and let the moment slip away. 

[galateagalvanized]

Deluge

For the @codywankissbingo prompts ”kiss in the rain” and ”forehead kiss” 💕

So little changes on Kamino. The sky is a dark gray-purple bruise that never heals; the churn of the ocean never settles; and the rain, the constant, unending rain, drifts from dull mist to light patter and back again.

Obi-Wan stares at the gentle downpour and wishes for a real storm. 

He doesn’t know where he’s going. He has a general sense of direction and distance, and he follows that sense into the curtain of water waiting for him beyond the safety of the dockyard’s overhand. His boots slip on smooth metal, skidding and squealing before the rubber catches on infinitesimal imperfections. Rain begins to dampen his hood, pressing gravity deeper into the fibers until it hangs heavy from the bowed curve of his head.

Below his feet, the chrome surface blends into the choppy white-streaked gray below and the placid, black-streaked gray above. Everything is the same, and everything is the same as it always was. 

Small wonder that the Kaminoans took up cloning, really. 

A tug on his heart draws him upwards, and he turns his head like a flower to the sun, searching for a break in the clouds. The clouds are unending, but there is brightness. White glimmers in the distance like an errant limb of lightning struck the top of the observation dome and froze, ungrounded, in transit.

Obi-Wan’s boots slip twice more on the curving arc of the dome’s durasteel before he reaches the shallowest curve of the dome. There are no stairs. Maintenance droids come this way, but they have rocket thrusters and Obi-Wan does not. He climbs nonlinearly, sliding down half the distance he ascends with each step.

He cannot imagine making the journey in full armor instead of worn linen and supple leather.

Cody is sitting a careful ten feet from the apex of the large dome, far enough from the lightning rod to be within spitting distance of safety. His knees are drawn up to his chest, and his arms are wrapped around the bend of his legs like a child sitting up in bed, scared of the dark and holding the harsh hammer of their heart in their ribcage with exterior pressure alone.

Obi-Wan does not think it is the dark Cody is afraid of.

Cody does not look up when Obi-Wan sits next to him. His helmet is off, overturned, collecting falling water like the bucket Cody always says it is.

“My dear,” Obi-Wan says, carefully not pressing into Cody, carefully not pressing him at all. “My dear, I’m sorry, but it’s getting late.”

He left Cody alone for as long as he could, but three hours have passed with no change in the light pulsing weakly through the clouds and no sunburst of orange walking back through the doors.

Cody doesn’t move; his body sits like a gargoyle on this building designed by someone who would disdain the very idea of one, someone who did not believe in beauty beyond utility. Rain runs in rivulets down scuffed white plastoid, painting contours on graves and bracers and down the sharp L-shape of his jaw. His head is bent such that rainwater slips down the soft slide of his neck and through the pucker in the collar of his blacks where the elastic bunches.

He is beautiful; he is beautiful far beyond utility.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything else. Cody can and has survived worse than a night alone in the rain, but Obi-Wan would save him from further pain if he can.

Around them, the metal sings to an endless, steady beat. The sun may be setting; it may have already set. The dull, permeating light does not give anything away. Worry unfurls itself like a spider droid in Obi-Wan’s chest: growing, and growing claws.

“Sorry,” Cody chokes out at last, and Obi-Wan controls his relief to a single breath through his nose. “Sorry, I just. I. Obi-Wan.”

It’s enough. Obi-Wan reaches an arm around Cody’s shoulders and pulls him into the warm shelter of his body. The shelter is not physical; Obi-Wan’s robe only soak up the water sitting on the surface of Cody’s armor, and their heights are too similar for Obi-Wan to keep the rain off Cody’s face. 

Cody lets go of his legs and turns into Obi-Wan’s side anyways, letting himself seek comfort instead of solitude. The cuisses on his thighs are newly mismatched. An orange stripe curls over his left leg and is unmirrored on the right.

His old cuisse has been stripped and polished and boxed. The new one is half of a matched set; its twin is somewhere beneath them, keeping Boil from bruises as he stumbles, reeking of bad moonshine, to an empty, borrowed bunk. Beneath that bunk, twenty-six sets of empty armor and one set without its cuisses lie in neat boxes, waiting for new owners.

Kamino’s rains aren’t hard enough to wipe away Umbara’s scars.

Obi-Wan rocks Cody as best he can without unbalancing them. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he is, he’s so sorry, he’s so sorry for all of it—for Krell, for not being there, for failing to see the danger, for failing to end the war, for failing to stop the war from ever happening, for how Cody can’t crumble like this in front of his men, for how there is no moonshine to drown this sorrow in, not for the marshal commander of the Third Systems Army. 

He presses a kiss to the bit of Cody’s temple he can reach, just above the curl of his scar. “Oh, Cody, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Cody twists his face into the soft weave of Obi-Wan’s tunic, where the hood of his cloak has kept it mostly dry, and Obi-Wan feels a hot wetness start to soak into the fabric anyways.

“It just,” Cody says, voice hoarse with all the jagged words he’s kept hidden in his throat. “It just won’t stop raining.”

Obi-Wan pulls him closer despite the cold of Cody’s armor, despite the wind picking up.

“I’ll stay with you until it does,” he promises, and they sit there, curled together, as the rain falls softly on.

[hawkeykirsah]

Late Night Spar is my fourth fill for @codywankissbingo​2022 and this one is really my last one, I’m sure of it. Nothing spicy this time, just a late night spar and some softness. Post-war, no Order 66 au.

Kiss prompts used are: accidental kiss, spur of the moment kiss, first kiss, kiss on the nape of the neck, and kiss it better.

Words: ~800

Fic and card under the cut!

The training room was usually blissfully empty at this time of the night-cycle but when Cody stepped through the door he found himself more or less face to face with Obi-Wan. His breath caught in his throat, watching his general—former general, the war was over and they were in a strange limbo as part of the GAR and the service corps with Obi-Wan aboard in his function as Jedi master—running through a lightsaber kata, its glow illuminating the room more than the actual lights.

Cody no sooner stepped through the door when Obi-Wan turned toward him and extinguished his saber.

"Apologies, Cody. I wasn't aware you had planned on using this room," he said, pushing back that stray lock of hair, the hint of a smile on his face. Cody tracked the movement of his hand with his eyes, returning the smile.

"I hadn't exactly planned on it," Cody admitted sheepishly. The dream that had woken him was slowly fading but the tension remained.

"Ah," Obi-Wan remarked knowingly, making his way to one of the benches along the wall. "Would you rather be alone—"

Cody shook his head, "No, please, stay. I wouldn’t mind your company. " He paused, watching the movement of Obi-Wan’s throat as he drank. His heart beat faster in his chest than it should and he was fairly certain it had nothing to do with the nightmare anymore. "We could spar, if you want to.”

Obi-Wan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smile widening, “I find myself amenable.” He set his lightsaber on the bench next to his canteen and stretched lightly.

“Oh, do you now?” Cody replied, an amused quirk on his lips, running through some preliminary stretches of his own. No need to risk a pulled muscle by not loosening up at least a little. Casting furtive glances at the other man, he finished his stretches and followed Obi-Wan to the center of the mat.

#

Spars between them always went either way because even without using the Force Obi-Wan was a scrappy bastard. This time Cody came up on top—literally—having managed to sweep Obi-Wan’s legs out from under him and pin him before he weaseled his way out of his hold. His lips brushed over the knob of Obi-Wan’s spine, moving on their own accord.

Obi-Wan shifted under him, twisting his head to look over his shoulder at Cody who…remained plastered across his back, staring at the knob of Obi-Wan’s spine and the soft hair at the nape of his neck, something stirring deep in his gut.

“Cody?” he asked, voice quiet, and Cody leaned down, closing the distance between them again—unable to do anything else and hoping fervently he hadn’t misread the little signs—and pressing his lips against the exposed skin beneath him, gentle but firm.

A soft shudder ran through Obi-Wan but he didn’t move other than pressing his forehead to the mat, tucking his chin to his chest and exposing more of his neck to Cody, letting out a shaky breath. 

Cody pulled back, lips tingling, and pushed himself up, settling on the mat beside Obi-Wan. What the everloving kriff had gotten into him? He hadn’t meant to kiss him. Not like this, at least; not without asking. 

“Obi-Wan, I—” he began, wanting to apologize, but Obi-Wan pushed his upper body up on his hands, meeting Cody’s mouth, lips pressing against his own, kissing him, determined and sure. Cody brought up his hands, cupping Obi-Wan’s jaw, and it felt so right to kiss back.

They pulled apart eventually, both panting slightly, and Obi-Wan winced as he sat up fully, rubbing his wrist. Cody narrowed his eyes, looking him over, “Are you alright?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer immediately, rotating his wrist gingerly instead and grimacing briefly. “It should be fine. Just landed a bit awkwardly.”

But Cody was already up and on his way to the med kit to grab some bacta. Obi-Wan let out an amused huff when he sat down next to him and reached for his arm, seeing hints of a bruise already blooming. He held Obi-Wan’s gaze as he lifted the wrist to his lips, pressing them tenderly against it.

“It feels much better already,” Obi-Wan said, a slight hitch to his voice.

Cody hummed in acknowledgment, opening a small bacta pack and gently smearing it over the bruise, “Good, but we’re still putting bacta on here.”

“Whatever you wish,” Obi-Wan replied quietly, his expression so incredibly fond, and Cody couldn’t help but brush another quick kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. He pulled back, intertwining their fingers.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“More than,” Obi-Wan assured.

And Cody felt, despite the buzz behind his sternum, content and settled in his bones as though something had snapped in place as they sat there, side by side, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

[adiduck]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Pre-Order 66 (Star Wars), Mutual Pining, Codywan Kiss Bingo 2022 Summary:

Obi-Wan wasn't sure when exactly they began the tradition of meeting to spar in the hours before their last debrief leading up to a campaign. Sometime during their first year together, perhaps--just a chance to work off some nerves and frustrations with the situation or each other or themselves before they had to go back to the war room and function as the well-oiled command team they were. Regardless of when it started, however, in the hours leading up to their arrival at Utapau, Obi-Wan hadn't even needed to check that Cody would be in their regular corner of the gym, stretching out his legs as he waited for Obi-Wan to arrive.

That was an hour ago.

*clears throat* So, @codywankissbingo​, I do believe this is a blackout. Fills for kiss on the stomach, first kiss, accidental kiss after a spar, and last kiss. Full bingo card below the cut! :D Enjoy, y’all! Thanks to @elenathehun​ for the quick once-over before I posted!

ETA: the time has come to fight with the tags! Come on...

[codywankissbingo]

Codywan Kiss Bingo 2022: BINGO'S PART ONE (Bingo's 1 - 8)

As we wrap up our bingo event, we just want to take a moment to thank everyone who played along with us. We saw so many great kisses, it's brightened our days immensely.

We appreciate everyone who joined us on this romp and want to take a moment to shout out everyone who completed a bingo (or more than one!)

As with our blackout post, we're including the kisses featured in each fill and a notation if the fill is an E rating, to keep you sfw. Enjoy and be excellent to each other!

We got SO MANY bingos that we can't include them all into one post! Instead, there's going to be three!

bluemaskedkarma (tumblr) / Jynx (ao3) 

Bingos: 1

might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (fingertip kisses)

watching it burn while they watch me twirl (kiss on the cheek)

can't take my eyes off of you (kiss on the lips)

superstars sucked into the supermassive black hole (kiss anywhere but on the lips)

light as whispers (kiss on the shoulder-swapped with stolen kiss)

Brigittttoo (tumblr) / Brigitttt (ao3)

Bingos: 5

Kissing You Awake

Spiderman Kiss, Kiss Hello - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Celebratory Kiss - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Kiss the Bridgegroom - Codywan Kiss Bingo 

Kiss Under the Mistletoe (Kiss Under the Mistletoe, French Kiss, Neck Kiss, Biting Kiss, and Bloody Kiss) (E)

Kiss Goodbye (Kiss Goodbye, Making Out, and Kiss on the *Ahem*) (E)

Kiss It Better 

Kiss for Good Luck 

Kiss as a Disguise (+Secret Kiss)

Bad Kiss, Good Kiss 

crownprincecody (tumblr) / Bluebellstar (ao3) 

Bingos: 4

Bucket Over Boots (first kiss)

Press You To My Heart (blowing kisses)

Best Laid Plans (kiss for luck)

Can't You See That I'm Lonely ( kiss on the cheek, hungry kiss, and free (kiss on the hand))

It's Wrong (You're Right) (Kiss on top of the head, Kiss on the nape of the neck)

Under The Stars (kissing through tears, kiss on the neck)

Encore (Dip Kiss) 

I’m Only Dreaming (tired kiss)

Sunrise (kiss on the shoulder)

I Tell Myself That You’re Gone (french kiss)

Wake Me Up (kiss goodnight)

Kiss on the…*ahem* (E)

All The Twinkly Lights (spiderman kiss, bad kiss)

Butterflies Don’t Kiss (butterfly kiss)

elwenyere (Tumblr and ao3)

Bingos: 2

After the Cold (kiss on the nose)

Best Laid Plans (Codywan, 566w, Kiss Bingo Fill) (kiss for luck)

Compartment Syndrome (hand kiss, kissing through tears) 

Right on Time ("kiss goodbye," "hungry kiss," "french kiss," "kiss on the nape of the neck," and "dry kiss") (E)

galateagalvanized (Tumblr and ao3) 

Bingos: 1

For Everything A Season (good morning kiss, forehead press, kiss on the lips, hand kiss, Free space--snowball kiss, celebratory kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, kiss on the... *ahem*) (E)

Deluge (kiss in the rain, forehead kiss) 

Smuggled In (kiss as a disguise, secret kiss)

glimmerglanger (tumblr and ao3) 

Bingos: 5

CWKB Fill One (good morning kiss)

Feeling Good (Kiss to the back of the knee, kiss anywhere but the lips, kiss on the lips, kiss on the neck, kiss on the nape of the neck, kiss on the *ahem*, kiss on the stomach, hand kiss, kiss on the fingers, and sweet kiss)

Emptying the Clip (biting kiss or kiss with teeth AND free space (rimming)) (E)

upon the sun (kiss bingo fill) (first kiss)

Tight Spot (spiderman kiss, french kiss) (E)

from your lips (blowing a kiss)

careful (kiss it better, kiss hello) (E)

goddammitjim (tumblr) / jimmytiberius (ao3) 

Bingos: 3

your blood on my lips (your hand in mine) (gross kiss, kiss as a disguise, kiss it better, celebratory kiss, bloody kiss)

An Officer and a Gentleman (goodnight kiss, kiss on the cheek, free!, sloppy kiss, hand kiss)

In Any Universe (open mouthed kiss)

Same Series: forehead press

Same Series: kiss on the finger

Same Series: thousandth kiss

Same Series: New Year’s Kiss 

hawkeykirsah (tumblr) / Kittyhawk (ao3) 

Bingos: 9

Things We Learn (or Not) (dry kiss, sweet kiss, kiss on the nose, kiss anywhere but on the lips)

At Any Time, Regardless (Follow-Up) (hungry kiss, kiss on the fingers, kiss on the neck, French kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, leaving a mark, kiss on the ahem, and sweet kiss) (E)

Chase Your Heart-verse, Wedding Night (hungry kiss, kiss on the neck, kiss on the *ahem*, good night kiss, good morning kiss, free space (drunken kiss), french kiss, sweet kiss, and kiss anywhere but on the lips) (E)

Final fill (so the author CLAIMS!) (accidental kiss, spur of the moment kiss, first kiss, kiss on the nape of the neck, and kiss it better)

kiss through tears, stolen kiss, dry kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips 

New year’s kiss, true love’s kiss, kiss in the air/unconnected kiss

[feybarn]

Codywan prompt: Obi-Wan was undercover as a pirate and got hit by plot-device-of-your-choice amnesia, now thinks he's a real pirate. Cody is attempting to retrieve him and Pirate!Obi-Wan is just *so* flattered by this passionate, pretty young man that seems determined to tie him up ;) Cody was not ready for his general to actually turn the swarmy flirting on him. - Millberry

Doesn't QUITE fit the prompt, less tying of people up than I initially planned, but it was inspired by this!!

Also hitting two spots for @codywankissbingo (kiss on the fingers AND blowing a kiss) and one spot for @codywanbingo ("All I want is you")

[sissiarte]

My first fill for the @codywankissbingo !!! The prompt was dry kiss <3 a quick little peck on the lips bc these are very busy boys and have to run out to fight some droids and stuff!

Wip here !

Wrote a little fic to go with it <3

My card under the cut :)

[ilum-you-so-much]

Another @codywankissbingo prompt fill, this time "Angry kiss" with a Sith!Obi-Wan (currently offline) and one very very frustrated Republic Commander Cody (tired of just flirting).

Obi-Wan here is Plankton's "I never thought I'd get this far" reaction since that flirting was all bark and no bite but now he has to prove he's not all words. Even his lightsaber malfunctioned and sputtered out from all that steam rising from his ears.

Bingo card under the cut!

[brigittttoo]

Kiss the Bridegroom - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Almost forgot! Have a saturday @codywankissbingo fill!! Set in a kinda paranormal 80s-or-whenever, 1.3k words! ----

It’s never been clear why he’s called the Bridegroom. As far as Ben knows, there’s a ghost dressed in Victorian white tie that occasionally gets distracted by the white flower in his lapel; there could be any number of events the man was going to go to, his own wedding being, frankly, far from the top of the list. But that sounds a lot less punchy when you dare someone to sneak into a mausoleum.

Ben is not afraid of ghosts. He believes in them, or at least has experienced his fair share of mysterious floating lights and creaky footsteps from an empty attic, but he sees no point in being scared of something that’s already dead. Unfortunately, when you tell your best friend this, he interprets it as a challenge, to somehow find the one paranormal activity that finally makes you shake in your boots. Ben doesn’t have the heart to tell him that spending the night in the mausoleum of what’s known to be a fairly chill spirit is not going to be the one that sends him running.

Quin had stood firmly outside the graveyard gates, getting blown in the wind with his broken umbrella bent permanently sideways, angled so the rain didn’t hit his grin, headphones still connecting him to the Walkman hitched to his belt. “You’ll love it,” he’d said, part sarcastic and part serious, and Ben had rolled his eyes and swallowed back the suggestion that now they’re nineteen, maybe they should have better things to do with their dark and stormy nights. Like watch a movie, or eat too much instant noodles and sour candy, or both simultaneously. Instead, he’d just said, “I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things.”

There are small violets blooming at the foot of the mausoleum, blustered around by the heavy wind and getting spattered by the rain, but remaining nevertheless secure to the where the old stone meets the grass. When Ben carefully tilts his hooded head up to see the architecture without getting rain in his eyes he’s just met with the weathered façade; any name that might have once been carved in has since been rendered unreadable by time and erosion. Hence the reliance on nicknames like the Bridegroom, then, who is said to walk around this area in lonely, despondent circles. It’s more sad than scary, really.

Surprisingly, the door swings readily open at a push, and with one last glance back to the dark blob of Quin, lifting an arm to wave, Ben ducks inside.

The sound of the storm is instantly muffled, reduced to just the rain on the mausoleum roof. There’s a drip somewhere, but otherwise the interior is just chill and eerily quiet, and if he didn’t know he was in a graveyard—if there wasn’t an actual tomb effigy lying there next to him—he’d think this was just the perfect shelter to wait out the rain before he continued home.

He flicks on his lighter and turns to peer at the Bridegroom’s effigy in the dim shadows. The closed eyes above a broad, straight nose, the proud chest covered in the stone facsimile of a waistcoat and tails. There’s a top hat tucked in his hand under his arm like he’s at a dandy’s version of parade rest; Ben trails his finger along the brim. How serene the face is, although—there’s either a crack in the stone or the detail of an actual scar along the effigy’s left temple. Ben moves his careful touch there, wondering if that’s how the Bridegroom died, or if it was from something else. Who was this man, before he was lost to time? What kind of things did he get up to when he was nineteen? The effigy looks young enough that he probably wasn’t far off from Ben’s age when he died.

And “the Bridegroom,” what kind of melodramatic name is that for someone who just looks like they’ve been buried in their best tux? As if he’d dropped in the middle of the vows and they’d tossed him into the graveyard without bothering to change.

To get a mausoleum to yourself, though, that has to mean something. Ben perches delicately on the edge of the tomb and runs a finger down a cobwebbed cheek. If the man really looked anything like this effigy then he was pretty handsome, probably getting swooned at by all the fine young ladies of the time. Or maybe the fine young men, too, Ben thinks; if he’d been alive in this town back then would he have lusted after him as well?

The rain pounds harder on the roof for a second, and Ben is delivered back into the present, with its stormy chill and his lighter flickering to the side. Spend the night, Quin had said. Try not to get spooked. “Dare you to touch him,” Quin would’ve probably said if he was here. “Dare you to give him a big ol’ smooch.”

Ben huffs a laugh through his nose and smirks at the effigy. Quin would definitely come up with something like that, especially if he could see how nice the Bridegroom looks. And why not, Ben thinks. It would be something to laugh with him about afterwards; yeah, I spent the night tucked in with the Bridegroom, and gave him something to remember for the rest of his rest.

“I don’t usually put out for guys who haven’t bought me dinner, first,” Ben teases to the effigy, brushing off the Bridegroom’s lips with his thumb and leaning down.

It’s his lips on stone, so really nothing to write home about. “It’s like you’re—” he starts to joke as he pulls back, cutting himself off when a wind suddenly blows through the mostly closed-off mausoleum. It extinguishes his lighter, leaving him in the pitch dark for the half-minute his eyes need to adjust, but he stays still, not frozen like a rabbit, but rather wary like a crow.

Until someone says, “Like I’m what?” and Ben lets out a small shriek.

He jolts back against the wall, away from the tomb and its effigy and the half-opaque figure sitting upright from it, swinging its legs over the side to sit sideways on—on himself. The Bridegroom runs a fading hand along his forehead and hair, like he just woke up from a nap, except one that has lasted for at least a hundred years.

Ben’s heart is hammering in his ribcage so loudly that he almost can’t hear his own voice when he says, stumbling over every word, “What is happening—who are—you’re the—what’s—what the actual fuck?”

The Bridegroom squints at him—a ghost is squinting at him—and says, “Who are you? You kissed me.”

“I did kiss you, why did I do that,” Ben rambles, feeling his own hand unadvisedly pull away from where he’s pressed against the wall. The Bridegroom furrows his brow a little, and Ben should not be finding that cute at a time like this, and then they’re touching flesh hand to ghostly fingers under a mausoleum roof in a rainstorm. Ben tries to will away the tingling in his lips. “I’m Obi-Wan, but people call me Ben,” he says, and then, because it’s the only question that feels relevant at this point, “were you really getting married?”

The Bridegroom frowns down at his shoes for a minute, while Ben tries not to feel self-conscious in front of a ghost. “I don’t remember,” he says finally, looking back up, and his expression makes something wring itself inside Ben’s chest.

He takes a step closer. “Maybe I can—” he starts, but what is he possibly able to do? He has a library card, though, and Great Aunt Jocasta works in the archives room at City Hall, so maybe he—“I can look it up for you. What’s your name?” The Bridegroom stares at him with a slowly downturning mouth, like he’s gradually coming to the conclusion that he’s not alive anymore. “Cody,” he says, more gently than anyone Ben’s been introduced to in his entire life. “Cody Fett.”

[glimmerglanger]

Tight Spot

I don't think I'm going to get a black-out for my @codywankissbingo card, but I'm trying to fill in two last ideas I had, starting with this one for the "Spiderman kiss" and "French kiss" squares.

This is established Codywan in nature, set in a post-war everyone lives/nobody dies AU. They're off doing missions and end up having some time to themselves...

Note: SPICY. Pretty much JUST spice! Card and fic under the cut:

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Cody had never required much space to feel comfortable, but he had to admit that their current accommodations left something to be desired. 

He and Obi-Wan had ended up boarding an ancient transport ship to get out to a planet deep in Wild Space where - apparently - no one went except a few traders. The traders were friendly enough, in the way that people who spent too long alone in deep space tended to get friendly, but they had very limited space. 

Most of the ship had no atmosphere - a lot of the really old models were like that - so they were trapped between the small kitchen, the cockpit, and their cabin, such as it was. 

The two of them were, currently, sharing a space that was roughly eight-foot by eight-foot by eight-foot, with a bunk in with them.

Cody had no idea what they’d have done if they weren’t very comfortable sleeping on-top of each other. 

As it was, they’d made the best of the situation and only had three more days stuck in the hold. Limited space, in the end, wasn’t the biggest problem. That was the inability to do anything. Even stretching your legs proved impossible, unless one wanted a very unpleasant acquaintance with the void of space. 

Fortunately, they both had experience making the most of small spaces.

Hundreds of push-ups were a good start, Cody considered, pausing and glancing up as he did. Obi-Wan had waved at him to go ahead when Cody asked if he could monopolize…most of the floorspace in the little cabin.

Obi-Wan obviously didn’t need it, currently balancing by the wall on his fingertips. 

Cody looked up Obi-Wan’s body, the line of his arm to his shoulders, muscle standing defined under his skin, over his chest and stomach, to the perfect stretch of his legs. Obi-Wan - just like Cody - was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs; they were both trying to avoid getting their clothes completely sweaty. 

Obi-Wan’s hair hung towards the floor, dark with sweat, and he had his eyes closed, expression peaceful and free of strain. He looked, Cody considered, his body thrumming with heat and exertion, completely gorgeous. 

The thought had Cody pushing up with both arms into a perfect plank. 

The position brought him closer to Obi-Wan, brought his mouth a breath from Obi-Wan’s, in fact, though…upside down. 

Cody grinned, just a little, and leaned forward to kiss him. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, when Cody eased back. “Getting distracted, darling?” 

Cody hummed, shifting to press a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the skin warm under his lips, slick with sweat. “I did my reps,” he said, “and I’ve been thinking that there’s probably something else we could do for core work.” 

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, and Cody could hear the amusement in his tone, glancing sideways to find that Obi-Wan had opened his eyes, watching him as Cody nipped - just a little - at his bicep. “Are you sure it’s something we’d have room for?” 

“Always managed to fit before,” Cody assured him, straightening his arms again, and Obi-Wan snorted a laugh, his free hand coming to rest on Cody’s shoulder, bracing, as he just--folded himself down in a graceful display of casual strength that had Cody’s cock throbbing anew as Obi-Wan settled across his back.

Obi-Wan’s weight felt good; he supported some of it on his arm, but most of it came down on Cody’s back as Obi-Wan pressed his chest close, legs stretched out over Cody’s, hooking his feet by Cody’s ankles, just--draping himself there. 

“Were you thinking of something like this?” Obi-Wan asked, voice warm, breath puffing across Cody’s ear, and kriff, he was hard, cock pressing down against Cody’s ass as he rolled his hips.

“You’re on the right track,” Cody said. “Legs off to one side.” 

“Oh, I see,” Obi-Wan purred, kissing his throat and shifting, getting his knees on the floor, on either side of Cody’s legs, lifting his weight away. Cody exhaled, muscles tightening as he put one knee on the floor and then the other, pressing himself back up against Obi-Wan’s body. 

He felt his gut get hard and tight with want, groaning when Obi-Wan took the opportunity to grind against him, Obi-Wan rasping, “Yes, I can see how this would work.”

“Glad you agree,” Cody panted, hot all over as Obi-Wan ran his hands down Cody’s sides, all his weight resting on Cody’s back. Obi-Wan hooked his fingers into the waistband of Cody’s briefs and tugged. 

They came down easily enough that Cody was willing to bet there’d been some Force assistance, but he wasn’t about to argue. Instead, he ground out, “Between my legs, get your cock between my legs.” 

Obi-Wan groaned, curling one hand around Cody’s cock and stretching his other hand out for the lube. 

“Kriff, yes,” Cody panted, as Obi-Wan straightened, all at once, just lifting his upper body away from Cody’s back in a smooth movement. He squeezed some of the lube down over Cody’s ass. 

“Remember to tighten your core,” Obi-Wan rasped, as Cody heard him shoving his briefs down and slicking himself up, and Cody snorted at him.

He shot back, “Worry about yourself. Put your back into it.”

Obi-Wan laughed, throaty and delighted - delightful - and put his hands on Cody’s hips, pressing forward after shifting his legs, getting himself lined up properly. Cody spread his thighs just enough for Obi-Wan’s cock to slide between them, thick and long and hot. 

“Yeah,” he panted out, squeezing his thighs together, heat licking up his spine at the sound Obi-Wan made, hips moving as he leaned forward. He braced one hand to the side, his other curling around Cody’s hip, hand back on Cody’s cock, slick now and so good--

They moved together, bodies slick with sweat and lube, heat building between them with each shift forward and back, until Obi-Wan grunted against his shoulder, cock twitching between his thighs and pulsing - hot - against Cody’s legs and - kriff - his balls and--

Cody followed him over when Obi-Wan twisted his wrist just so, groaning into his arm and shivering through it. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, pressing tickling kisses to the back of Cody’s shoulders. “You’re right, this is more fun than crunches.” 

Cody laughed, twisting enough to steal an awkward kiss over his shoulder, open-mouthed, hot and slick, sliding his tongue past Obi-Wan’s lips. Soon, they’d have to clean up. It would be even more unpleasant than he’d gotten used to on this trip, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Not yet. There’d be time for that later. 

[theedwardianone]

Fifth and last fic for the @codywankissbingo is up! This time for tired kiss and kiss on the neck, giving me two bingos!!

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How Obi-Wan had managed to make his way up here to the war room while still being pretty much asleep Cody had no idea. What he did know was that if Obi-Wan had been awake he would probably be completely horrified at being seen like this, acting like a giant sized tooka, clinging to Cody's back.

Cody analysed that thought. Either that or entirely too amused, could go both ways if he was being entirely honest. For all that Obi-Wan liked to appear the wise and serene jedi master, Cody knew better. Obi-Wan was a sarcastic, chaotic menace. An absolute pain in Cody’s shebs at the best of times, but also utterly self-sacrificing and with a heart that just couldn’t stop caring. Cody loved all of it so utterly and completely.

[hawkeykirsah]

Here is my first fill for the @codywankissbingo​ 2022!

The Things We Learn (or Not)

feat. Cody having to deal with people making various assumptions about him, his brothers, and his relationship with Obi-Wan.

CWKB card under the cut!

[adiduck]

Fic: monie a weary fit

Summary: A moment shared in the world after the end of the world.

Rating: General

Tags: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi; CC-2224 | Cody; Obi-Wan Kenobi; Mind Control Aftermath and Recovery; Reference to Canon-Typical Violence; Reference to Brain Surgery; First Aid; codywankissbingo2022

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Handful more @codywankissbingo fills (New Year’s kiss, celebratory kiss, free-kiss to the temple, kiss on the back of the knee, kiss it better). I swear I wasn’t going to beat Cody up again in this one, but here we are. Written in about an hour and a half, so fair warning about that. Also much shorter than I would usually bother posting to ao3--only 797 words! Thank you to @asukaskerian for the quick read-through! <3

Read it here! Bingo card under the cut.

ETA: and the regularly scheduled fighting with the tags...

ETA2: Try number two...

ETA3: Wow we are really having trouble this time huh...