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lieutenant-teach · 1 year ago

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Meeting Cyare’s father (or Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like his new son-in-law very much)

(Anakin doesn’t go Dark, everyone lives, everyone’s happy. No Sequels, rehashed Heir to the Empire instead of the OT. DinLuke, minor Anidala, CodyWan, HanLeia)

Din was really relieved about his helmet on, but then he remembered that the Jedi can feel other people’s emotions. No luck, then.

His cyare’s father’s eyes were trying to burn a hole in his head.

– Let me get it straight, Luke. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. – The voice could cut the stone better than a lightsaber.

– Mum likes him, – Luke was smiling, but Din saw him tensing for a fight. A cybernetic hand squeezed his.

– I didn’t raise my only children to give them away to some criminals, - Skywalker-senior stood up from the couch and started walking back and forth. – First I have to agree to allow my princess marry some smuggler…

– Han did help us to stop Thrawn.

– … and then my son wants to partner a bounty hunter, - Luke’s father wasn’t listening to him, anger coming off him like waves – Din was certain he wasn’t Force-sensitive, but one may not be to feel the Dark Side emanating from Anakin Skywalker at that moment.

Din remembered Luke’s words before ‘meeting with father’s half of the family’: ‘My Dad will become angry, I’m sure – he didn’t react to Han well, too – but don’t worry, he’ll cool down’. The warning rang in his ears when he saw Skywalker-senior for the first time: tall, with a rich mane of greying curls, but still very handsome former Jedi assessed him and made up him mind immediately. ‘Not worthy’. Now they were sitting on the softest couch Din’s ass had ever been on, in the richest living room Din’s eyes ever seen, and ‘officially’ letting Din into a very branchy Skywalker family tree. Or, trying.

– Dad, I’m almost thirty, I can decide for myself. And Din’s a hero of his own – he kept Grogu save and sound, stopped Moff Gideon, and also saved the town of Mos Pelgo from the krayt dragon…

– But a bounty hunter! – Skywalker-senior cried exasperatedly. – And, to add to it, a Mandalorian! It is all your fault, Obi-Wan! – he suddenly turned to Luke’s uncle, quietly watching all this until this moment.

– Wait, why? – the man was older than Luke’s father, gray hair and beard and mischievous twinkle in the eyes. So far he hadn’t said anything, but Luke had said his uncle would be supportive. Now it was time to find out. – My fault Luke fell in love?

– With a Mando! – Skywalker raised his voice. – Who in this family has a thing for Mandos?

– Do not speak about Satine like this, – Obi-Wan’s voice became steely, – and anyway, Cody is not a Mandalorian.

– He is a clone of a Mandalorian!

Din started to lose the thread of the conversation. He even wished he had a Jedi ability to speak telepathically and could ask Luke what the kark was going on. He shifted his head, trying not to be very obvious in his confusion, Luke caught his gaze and shrugged.

– Do you really think I taught Luke… - Luke’s uncle sighed. – We have been here before, Anakin. Luke is an adult, he can think for himself. If he brought young Din Djarin here, then he is certain in him and his own feelings. Did your fits of reality rejection change Leia’s mind?

Luke’s father breathed in and out heavily, clearly holding himself from harsher words, but reluctantly accepting the truth.

– Maybe, you should just talk to Din? – Luke’s uncle didn’t look happy, but so wasn’t Din hearing this suggestion.

‘Let me talk, – Din remembered Luke’s words. – When Dad started being… um… not very nice to Han – critical of sorts – Han started talking back. It escalated, some chairs were flying around, Dad and Leia exchanging angry remarks – Dad said she deserved better, Leia insisted she loved Han – and Han himself wasn’t making everything easier. It took two professional negotiators – Mum and Uncle Obi-Wan – to calm them down. Still, Leia and Han are happily married and have a son. So it’s just an unpleasant procedure you have to endure’.

– Maybe, he would take the helmet off for starters? – Poison in Skywalker’s voice could kill a bantha. No, a herd of banthas.

– I cannot, - Din was glad his voice didn’t tremble. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but watching a family drama, and, worse, being the reason of it didn’t feel well. He didn’t want to cause a rift in Luke’s relationship with his father. – My Creed prohibits me to.

– Veery convenient, - Skywalker smiled a tight and unpleasant smile, ignoring pleading and exasperated eyes of his son. – We’re a family now, you don’t show your face even to your family? Luke, have you seen his face?

– Dad, now it’s rude. Of course, I did. – It was obvious Luke was holding well, but his patience wasn’t infinite, too. – It’s only for immediate members.

Technically, after realizing the existence of different Mandalorian Ways, Din wasn’t sure he couldn’t do that. After all, taking off helmets didn’t make Bo-Katan Kryze or Sabine Wren less Mandalorians. But even if he would – not for this man.

The door slid open, a man quietly entered the room and stood behind Luke’s uncle’s armchair, resting his elbows on the chair back. Could he be Boba Fett’s relative? Because he was a carbon copy of Din’s friend, albeit much older. An intricate scar was winding its way from his temple down around his left eye.

– I am being quite nice! – Skywalker protested, dragging all attention to himself. – I can’t believe Padmé actually said ‘I like this guy, let’s take him in’.

– You know, I agree with you, - the probably-Boba’s-relative suddenly said. Luke’s uncle turned to him with puzzled expression. Luke looked disappointed. – The kids take after their mother in their bad choice of life partners.

Skywalker seemed about to blow up. He grabbed something from his belt that appeared to be a black respiratory mask and pressed it to his nose and mouth. The mechanical labored breathing sounds filled the room, Skywalker was drilling the man with burning eyes.

– Now, Cody, that was harsh, - frankly, to Din’s mind, Luke’s uncle didn’t look apologetic a lot. Luke sighed, his shoulders relaxed.

– I thought you were serious! – he even laughed a little, then gather himself again. – Dad, you do realize your approval or disapproval won’t change anything?

– Unfortunately, - Skywalker’s voice also sounded mechanical. – I believe no one in the galaxy or farther is worthy of my children. – He signed. – I guess I have to work with what we have here. – He shot a look at Cody, who smiled in return, and this smile was ‘I know you know I’m right, and I unashamedly love it’.

– Very well, - Obi-Wan clapped his hands. – Now as everything is settled, - Din clearly heard ‘Anakin is settled’, - we can share some stories and know each other better, right, Din?

Luke looked at Din with shining eyes. Din signed quietly. This look was worth all these awkward minutes.

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annoyinglyhardsong · 6 months ago

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Codywan Week 2024: Day 7 Service Top

Author Note: Here is my prompt fill for Day 7 for @codywanweek. It's hella late but here it is! Not beta'd at all so sorry for any continuity issues. Enjoy some hopefully mushy emotional sex. As always likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome! Divider by @saradika-graphics, if you are looking for any cute graphics or dividers they have tons of amazing ones!

Warnings/Tags: NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, gay sex, consensual sex, bottom Obi-Wan, top Cody, kissing, flustered Obi-Wan.

They rarely ever had moments like this and Cody was going to make the most of it while he could.

They were back on Coruscant with two weeks of leave as rest and relaxation. After a few drinks with the boys at 79’s the General had been eager to get home and have Cody all to himself, and Cody felt the same way.

Having private quarters on The Negotiator made it easier for late night cuddles and more intimate moments, but each time always felt rushed and it was a miracle if they weren’t interrupted. But with two weeks off with no responsibilities, they would be able to fully relax and enjoy each other in a way they hadn’t been able to in months. And Cody was just as eager for it as Obi-Wan.

The general’s hands and lips were on him as soon as the door to Obi-Wan’s quarters in the temple closed behind them. One arm snaked up around Cody’s shoulders to pull the man closer, the other slipped to the back of his head to tangle in the short hair and curls that were found there, all the while Obi-Wan’s lips attacked Cody’s leaving the occasional nibble.

Cody slipped both of his arms around the General’s waist drawing the older man flush against himself causing the other man to let out a small gasp. Cody took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the General’s mouth to deepen the kiss.

Obi-Wan, eager to move things along, started fumbling with the clasps on the upper half of Cody’s armor. Discarding it as they awkwardly stumbled towards the bedroom. Finally freeing his Commander’s torso, Obi-Wan ran his hands over the planes of Cody’s chest and torso, appreciating the feel of the solid muscle even through the material of his upper blacks.

Growing impatient, Cody scooped Obi-Wan up in his arms, the gingers legs coming to wrap around a trim waist, as one hand came down to cup a toned ass as sure legs finally carried them to the bedroom.

Cody laid Obi-Wan gently down on the bed. His codpiece grinding lightly into his lover’s almost painfully hard dick, causing Obi-Wan to let out a wanton moan. Breaking their kiss, Cody disentangled himself from Obi-Wan’s limbs, and took a step back to finish shedding himself of his armor and blacks, admiring the panting Jedi still spread out across their bed.

“I-,” he started a little breathlessly, dropping to his knees in front of the still fully clothed Jedi, “am going to absolutely worship you tonight.”

Obi-Wan had propped himself up on his elbows to stare at his lover, quirking an eyebrow in question. He had thought that based off of the initial tone the night had set that their lovemaking would be hard and fast and rough, but it seemed Cody had different ideas he was more than willing to see just where those ideas led.

Cody gently divested Obi-Wan of both of his cherry-red boots before pressing kisses up his calf, to the inside of each knee, and up a thigh to the waistband of his trousers. He deftly undid the button on his pants and carefully brought them down Obi-Wan’s legs. Reveling in the newly bared skin before him, Cody smoothed his hands up each of Obi-Wan’s long legs, toned from years of training. He peppered kisses and gentle bites into the skin as he worked his way up. Paying special attention to the few freckles, beauty marks, and scars that littered his legs, and murmuring compliments and endearments into the other’s skin.

Working his way up to Obi-Wan’s torso, Cody carefully undid his belt and obi before slipping the layers of tunics off of his shoulders and down his arms before gently tugging his undershirt over his head. Revealing slightly tanned, gorgeously freckled skin.

Obi-Wan blushed under Cody’s gaze. He wasn’t usually one to be shy but the longer that the war went on the more scars he acquired and the less desirable he thought his body became. It was old anxieties that he wouldn’t ever be enough for anyone manifesting themselves at the worst times and in the worst ways possible.

Seeming to know what he was thinking without even having to say it, Cody brought a hand up to gently cup Obi-Wan’s face and tip his head to look at him again.

“Gar’re bid mesh’la,” Cody whispered, bringing his head down to touch foreheads with his lover and press a kiss to his lips. He was not going to let Obi-Wan get self-conscious and spiral tonight. He was the most beautiful man Cody had ever seen and he was going to make sure Obi-Wan knew just how much he was loved.

He shuffled both of them so they were in a more comfortable position on the bed, before kissing down to Obi-Wan’s neck and working at a sensitive spot there. “Relax mesh’la, I’m gonna take care of you tonight. I’ve got you,” Cody murmured into his neck with a nip.

Cody brought calloused hands to trace down Obi-Wan’s sides to guide powerful thighs around his waist. Cody could feel his cock butting against Obi-Wan’s and brought his hips down to gently grind and create delicious friction on their aching members. The motion combined with Cody’s relentless lips drew a string of moans from Obi-Wan.

“Please Cody,” the ginger begged, arching up into Cody, “I need more please.”

“Shh mesh’la, I’ve got you,” Cody soothed, drawing away from Obi-Wan’s lips and neck to retrieve the bottle of lube from the bedside table and apply some to his fingers. Taking his slick index finger he circled it around Obi-Wan’s entrance before pressing into his tight heat. He brought his other hand down to close loosely around his and Obi-Wan’s cocks and pump while he set to the task of opening Obi-Wan up.

Slipping a second and then third finger into Obi-Wan had the ginger moaning wantonly. “I need you Cody, please, don’t make me wait.”

Cody carefully withdrew from Obi-Wan, earning a small whimper from a loss of contact, before adding more lube to his aching cock and pressing into Obi-Wan.

“Mesh’la you feel so good,” Cody moaned. “Always take me so well.”

The praise had the ginger keening underneath Cody as he set a relaxed pace. Pulling out and thrusting back in deeply, “You’re so beautiful, and you sound so good like this.”

They got lost in the motion and the feel of it all. Cody enjoying the tight heat of Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan relishing in the warm stretch that Cody’s hard length gave.

Cody’s goal for this wasn’t just their standard love making. Cody wanted to watch Obi-Wan absolutely fall apart under and around him. He wanted Obi-Wan to know he was loved and maybe be a little sore the next day. Wanting a better angle Cody shifted Obi-Wan’s legs from around his waist to rest on his shoulders, pressing his knees up towards his chest, and wrapping his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips to pull the other man closer. “You feel absolutely amazing Obi,” Cody panted, thrusting into Obi-Wan. Bringing the knee by his left shoulder a little closer and pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

On his next thrust in Obi-Wan could feel Cody’s cockhead brushing against a spot that had him keening. Between the compliments Cody kept murmuring to him and the pressure against his prostate Obi-Wan’s mind was blissfully blank, overcome with the pleasure and love radiating off of his cyare.

Cody knew from the look on Obi-Wan’s face that he was getting close and that his plan was working. Obi-Wan was always a little bashful when it came to compliments and it was no surprise how well that worked in Cody’s favor in the bedroom. Knowing the other man was going to be getting close he decided to see just how affected his words could make the great Negotiator.

“Are you feeling good love? It feels like it. The way you’re clenching around me is absolutely divine.” He said between thrusts, unrelenting on his lover’s prostate, Obi-Wan whimpering beneath him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love doing this? I could worship you all day just like this. You’re so beautiful I would love to just have a day with you like this. See how many times I can get you to cum for me,” Cody panted, increasing the pace as he could feel Obi-Wan winding up getting ready to release, tendrils of Obi-Wan’s own emotions leaking out into the Force through his shields. It wouldn’t be long now, just the right push.

“But you know what my favorite part is? Feeling you absolutely shatter around me. You project in the Force when you’re with me and its so addicting knowing just how good I make you feel.” Cody all but moaned, feeling Obi-Wan’s pleasure starting to peak, his own influenced by it and not far behind.

“Cum for me Obi-Wan, let me feel you.” At that Obi-Wan tipped over the edge, arching up into Cody with a cry, limbs tensing as his cock shot ropes of cum between both of them. The Force opening up and Obi-Wan releasing all of the pleasure and emotions of lust and love out in a wave around Cody. The intensity of it nearly took Cody’s breath away and with a few more thrusts against Obi-Wan’s vice-like limbs, Cody was burying himself deep within Obi-Wan and moaning out his release.

Coming down from their highs, Cody carefully moved Obi-Wan’s legs from his shoulders, and slid his softening member from Obi-Wan. The other man, hissing at the loss of contact. Giving Obi-Wan a quick peck on the lips, Cody disentangled himself from Obi-Wan to grab a wet cloth from the fresher and gently clean up his auburn haired love.

Returning the cloth to the laundry basket, Cody arranged their limbs so they were comfortably cuddling. One of Cody’s arms to act as a pillow for Obi-Wan’s head, forehead resting against Cody’s chest, his other arm coming to wrap around Obi-Wan’s back to lightly rub up and down his back and occasionally card through the short hair at the back of his head, their legs entwined comfortably. Obi-Wan hummed contentedly and nuzzled further into Cody’s chest, using the Force to pull the blankets up over them tucking them into a cocoon of warmth and love.

“I love you,”Cody murmured into Obi-Wan’s hair where his cheek was nuzzled. “Always.”

“I love you too,” Obi-Wan said back, fighting off sleep. “Always.”

Feeling Obi-Wan’s breaths even out and deepen into sleep, Cody felt himself start to relax as well. Content and ridiculously in love Cody drew his arms a little tighter around the man in front of him and drifted off to sleep.

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ireadwithmyears · 4 months ago

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the art of experience: part 1

we all start somewhere

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody/fem reader

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Word count: 3.5 K words

Tags/warnings: 18+: minors dni, smut, threesome, lite dom/sub dynamics, experience/figuring things out/slight awkwardness in the beginning, oral (F and M receiving), inappropriate use of the force, no plot

summary: Your main objective when you were hired and subsequently assigned to The Negotiator was to be a beacon of support for the troops, providing them with kindness and a boost of morale. Somehow, you highly doubt that your superiors would have intended this to be a part of your job description. You just prefer to think of it as going above the line of duty for your all too deserving men.

You enter into a new and thrilling dynamic with Obi-Wan Kenobi and Marshall Commander Cody. Thus begins an exciting series of escapades

Authors note:: Months ago, this started off as me in my head going man, I love Codywan so much but I also kind of just want to be in between the two of them, then was tentatively pitched to a couple friends on here, @vodika-vibes and I shared quite a few thirsty thoughts on Saturdays, if I recall correctly. Anyways, I finally had the guts to turn my food for thought into a series, and if you want more information on that, specifically, check out the notes for this on my AO3. But regardless, I hope I’m not the only one who has dreams of being in the middle of a Codywan sandwich, because there is a distinct lack of content to feed this desire out there. But if you also happen to share it, then I really hope you enjoy this.

“Sorry, hold on, I’m sorry I um...”

You had convinced yourself that there was absolutely nothing a person like you could do to help out in the war effort against the Separatists. You weren’t a medic. You weren’t a fighter. Hell, you couldn’t even serve as a passable mechanic to help repair banged-up ships. You’d probably, in all likelihood, end up electrocuting yourself or blowing up a ship while you were still aboard it.

So when your great aunt, most likely with the intention of getting you to do something, anything that got you out of the house, suggested that you join up with one of the Republic's newest war relief force efforts—the Doughnut Cart Girls, groups of women armed with sweets and baked goods being sent aboard ships with troops to provide them with morale boosts and cheer—you thought, “Yeah, if nothing else, I can do that

Your poor, dear, sweet great aunt would be absolutely mortified to know that her suggestion had led to you being in quite possibly the most scandalous position of your life in the private quarters of one High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi—in between not one but two high-ranking officers of the GAR.

For your part, however, you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Lying flat on your stomach, completely naked on the edge of the bed, you’re propped up on your elbows, hips raised by several pillows that arch your back just so. Obi-Wan is right behind you, his eagerness and impatience displayed by the tight grip he has on your thigh, and the way you can practically feel his eyes burning into you, staring down at the place where he knows if he were to lower his head slightly, he could be tasting you right now.

You both make a lovely tableau, but the only person with any actual ability to unpause this frozen moment—and who seems to be enjoying the anticipation that he draws out from both of you so easily by deliberately withholding that permission—is standing directly in front of you.

It’s one very calm, almost to the point of stoicism if you didn’t know any better, Marshall Commander Cody, whose only dead giveaway is the slight twitch of amusement that persists to pull up his lips as his eyes fall to you, hearing the uncertain question in your voice as you shift around on your elbows. You suddenly wish you hadn’t spoken and tainted the sanctity of this stillness. It would make you laugh really, if he wasn’t looking at you with such an intense focus, as if you’re caught in the centre of his orbit and you’re all he would like to look at. The three of you had gone over so much in negotiations and yet this, such a simple thing, had been overlooked.

“Yes?” he prompts, linking his hands behind his back in an effortless show of authority, looming over you and making your stomach twist just a little more as you glance down at the floor. “What is it, lovely?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you blurt out, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “My plan was to, well, wing it, but I…” You helplessly wave a hand, unable to look directly at his length protruding expectantly just beyond your reach. If you leaned forward, your lips would brush against him.

The thought makes your cheeks burn. “Force,” you scold yourself sternly. “Get it together. This isn’t middle school.”

This had never been a thing your previous partners had been brave enough to ask you for, and you, if you were honest, didn’t care enough to push, considering how useless they all had been when trying, or maybe the proper term was not trying, to get you off. You had decided that when, if ever, the time came, you would give it your best shot and let experience and four years worth of college improv classes be the best teachers. Now though, confronted with the reality of not one, but two men intently watching your every move, the weight of encroaching failure threatens to crush you, making you feel more than certain that this isn’t just something you can improvise and make look like a convincing effort.

You let your elbows drop, and you're met with the momentary solace of your heated cheek pressing against cool bed covers, hiding your embarrassment from their intense gazes.

“I just don’t want to disappoint,” you conclude, your voice coming out slightly muffled and more than a little bit sheepish against the sheets.

If you weren’t so intent upon imagining a hole opening up in the ground that you could vanish into, you would have had to bite your tongue in an attempt to hold back your laughter. This could be funny. This could be hilarious, considering how thoroughly and thoughtfully details had been discussed and arranged before they even entertained the idea of getting you undressed. It had been going so well, everything falling into place like pieces of a puzzle, and yet, here you are, ruining the moment with your lack of knowledge and embarrassing amount of inexperience.

“Dear one...” Obi-Wan’s voice is warm and smooth as honey as his lips brush against your shoulder and his hand snakes beneath you gently to guide up your chin. “Is this something that you want to do?”

Bless him. Bless both of them, really. You know that they would never, ever try to push you to do something—even as trivial or widely accepted as this—if you weren’t comfortable with it, and it’s that knowledge that allows you to quickly nod your head.

“I do,” you reassure quickly, adding a small, nervous laugh. “I just don’t know how,” you say with a shrug.

“That’s okay.” His assurance is whisper soft, almost seeming to be carried by a physical brush against your skin that settles and soothes you despite your anxiety. He leans forward to kiss your cheek. “We all have to start somewhere.”

He looks up, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he meets Cody’s gaze, and continues to speak. “And I happen to consider myself an expert in getting Cody off. So, I propose that I am perfectly suited to teaching you the art of it.”

This causes Cody to roll his eyes in fond exasperation, but they soften around the corners when he hears your small laugh, your shoulders beginning to drop away from where they’ve been hunched up towards your ears as the discomfort and embarrassment in your posture seems to ebb.

“May I, sir?” Obi-Wan asks, looking up at Cody with those big blues that make it hard to deny him on even the best of days, and he sighs, nodding in acquiescence.

“I’d start with your lips,” Obi-Wan suggests, his voice a soft rumble as his own lips dance along the exposed skin of your neck, always gentle and warm with only the barest hint of teeth—a stipulation of Cody’s when negotiations had begun.

The man hid his possessive streak behind a neutral, composed mask. But when he had stated with firm decisiveness that he was to be the only one permitted to leave marks along your visible skin, well, you had had to press your thighs together quite tightly to stop yourself from reacting too extremely.

“Just explore, and I promise that, short of biting him, there’s nothing you could do that won’t lead you to finding something he’ll enjoy as long as you can pick up his cues.”

You don’t see the smirk that overtakes his features as he leans forward, but you do witness the results. Later, you’ll learn that that smirk means mischief, maybe even trouble and a guarantee that it’s intended to put Cody on edge, which it always does. But right now, you watch, intrigued and maybe even a little bit scandalized as he unabashedly reaches forward, giving Cody’s balls a generous squeeze before retreating and listening to the commander's accompanying gasp.

“Lucky for you,” he continues, unfazed except for the telltale tilt of his lips that indicates he’s quite pleased with himself, “Cody’s cues are quite easy to read if one takes the time to listen.”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody murmurs, a low warning edge that seems to be very familiar to the other man creeping into his voice.

The Jedi has the decency to duck his head. “Sorry, sir,” he demurs, though to your ears he doesn’t sound apologetic at all as his lips return to your shoulder.

From the small scoff Cody makes in the back of his throat, he’s disinclined to believe him either.

You don’t give him long to waver on that though. Emboldened by the lips that brush along your skin and Obi-Wan’s encouragement, you lean forward, readjusting yourself on your elbows.

You close your eyes and allow your lips to tentatively explore, kissing up the length of him as if it were any other part of his body, slow and delicate. A controlled, shivering breath from above you indicates that your efforts are being appreciated, and you reach out a hand, trailing it along the edge of the bed until it reaches the broad muscle of his thigh, fingers skimming along it lightly until they come to rest, latching on and feeling it flex and tense beneath them.

“Oh.” A quiet groan greets your ears as your tongue lightly swirls over his balls, a hand, soft and gentle, caressing over your hair. It doesn’t push; it doesn’t insistently tangle to nudge you forward. Cody just strokes, feeling the soft strands beneath the pads of his fingers as he watches, intrigue and pleasure dancing within his brown depths.

“Open your eyes,” Obi-Wan whispers, his voice suddenly very close to your ear which sends a shiver through you as your tongue glides up towards Cody’s glistening tip. “Look at what you’re doing to him already.”

You curiously flutter your eyes open, only to watch his carefully masked expression of control fracture when you take him between your lips, giving the head a small, teasing suck before pulling back. His eyes widen fractionally, and his lips part in a silent “oh.”

“Open your mouth,” Obi-Wan instructs, his hands drawing a trail of heat that tingles down your sides as they traverse their way towards your hips. “Nice and wide. Take him slowly.”

You do, leaning forward and capturing Cody between your lips once more, carefully easing your mouth over him, the deep sigh falling from his lips letting you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“Good,” Obi-Wan breathes, and it’s a little embarrassing how that one word so softly spoken and the warm timbre of his voice cause you to blush. “Can you tighten these up a little?” His lips again brush against your cheek, and you have to wonder if Cody is still able to feel a muted sensation because his own breath stumbles. You hollow out your cheeks, enveloping Cody in your warm, wet heat. He groans long and low, and Obi-Wan smiles, his lips against your neck.

You don’t need him to tell you what to do now. Slowly, you begin to move your head, lavishing every inch your mouth can reach with attention as you suck, feeling how heavy he sits against your tongue.

It’s Obi-Wan who stifles a low noise now, the sound appreciative, and you swear you can feel his hips minutely buck, the whisper of a firm erection pressing against your ass.

“Isn’t she a sight, Cody?” Obi-Wan asks, his chin resting against your shoulder as he watches, enjoying the view. His lips tease against the shell of your ear as he leans in to whisper, “You’re all stuffed full of him, dearest, and you’re doing beautifully.”

“She is,” Cody hums in agreement, his eyes fluttering as he is torn between wanting to enjoy how warm, tight, and wet you feel around him and wanting to watch your efforts as you work.

The praise sends a heavy wave of pleasure through you, your eyes fluttering beneath their combined attention. You respond by letting out a soft hum around Cody, pulling back to flutter your tongue around his cockhead before taking him fully back into your mouth. Each sensation pulls something new—a soft, surprised curse, a tightening of his hand clenching into a fist at his side, and breath with control that you can tell is becoming harder and harder to maintain accompanied by a whispered, “good girl,” causing your eyes to widen in response.

“She’s figuring it out on her own, love,” he murmurs, and you’re so distracted by the feeling of running your tongue along his underside and feeling how his other hand instinctively tightens in your hair to stop his hips from twitching forward that it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking about you. “You have your own task, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, sir,” Obi-Wan says with far too much enthusiasm. You can practically hear the smile in his voice accompanied by the soft shifting of him moving down the bed.

Your lips tighten around Cody as you feel Obi-Wan, the slight tickle of his beard, and his lips, followed by his tongue, running along your lower spine, causing your eyes to widen. It’s a testament to Cody’s impeccable sense of control that he remains still, allowing you to adjust to Obi-Wan’s teasing explorations before giving your hair a light, prompting tug.

“You aren’t allowed to come until I explicitly give you permission to,” he says, his voice low and holding the slight threat, the promise of consequences to come if you were to disobey. “Is that understood?”

It takes you a moment—eyes widening with distraction as Obi-Wan’s tongue teases the sensitive juncture of your inner thigh—but slowly, you raise your hand, lightly tapping against the edge of the mattress, the pre-discussed signal for consent if you were in a position where you were unable to speak.

“Good girl,” Cody says in a pleased rumble, his fingers dipping to trace along your lips still wrapped around his cock, eyes closing as he feels himself enclosed in your mouth. “Gods,” he breathes, giving his hips a testing nudge forward. “Such a pretty mouth.”

He tilts his head, looking off behind you. “So quiet like this,” he observes, punctuating his words with another short thrust. “Let’s see if Obi-Wan can change that, hm?”

He doesn’t give you time to wonder at the meaning of his words before a warm, wet tongue is easing between your lower lips, swirling delicately over your entrance before gliding towards your clit. The flat of the muscle slowly presses against it, causing your hips to buck and a surprised whimper to fall from the lips still wrapped around Cody’s cock. The reverberation of sound causes him to let out his own low groan, his hand in your hair now beginning to guide you forward.

Cody lets out a low chuckle, even as his fingers grasp firmly on your hair, causing a tingling, yet strangely not unpleasant sensation at the back of your head as he begins to fuck your mouth in ernest. You can tell he’s holding back, only pushing past what is comfortable but never going too far, letting your expressions dictate the force of his thrusts, for which you are grateful.

“Do that again, Obi-Wan,” Cody orders, tugging at your hair until only the head of his cock still sits between your lips and you’re looking up at him with wide eyes. He watches you languidly swirl your tongue around the tip as he continues. “I want to see the look on your face when he plays with your clit.”

Obi-Wan obliges—eagerly, if his hands latching onto and spreading your thighs further apart are any indication. His tongue flutters over the small bud, causing your mouth to fall open in a whine, your eyes going wide as his lips begin to suckle and he lets out a soft hum that makes your hips twitch.

Several things happen in quick succession.

Cody, taking advantage of your parted lips and opened mouth slowly guides you back down, giving you enough time to inhale through your nose in preparation. Obi-Wan, his hands digging into your thighs, sweeps his tongue over your clit one last time, relishing in the soft moan he pulls from you before gliding to your entrance, letting out his own pleased sound as he circles around your slit, gathering your arousal on his tongue before his eyes flutter and he presses it inside.

“Mmmm.” You’re unable to stop the moan that is pulled from your lips as you’re drawn closer towards Cody’s pelvis, your nose lightly pressing against the mound of soft hair you discover there. Obi-Wan’s tongue continues to explore, lightly curling within its confines until he’s brushing up against a spot that is completely maddening, causing you to arch your back and buck your hips against his face despite the grip he has on your thighs. Cody, watching the way your cheeks flush as he looks down at you, begins to retreat, only to watch with a pleasured intensity as in a slow, deep thrust he pushes back into your mouth again, the noise of satisfaction rumbling through him sending sparks straight between your legs.

And then, just when you think there’s nothing more they could do—when you are only able to focus on Cody’s hand in your hair, your jaw slack as he lets himself use your mouth for his pleasure, with Obi-Wan’s tongue pressing into you in slow, deep, and rhythmic strokes that have you actually mewling—there’s more.

Something happens that you can’t describe as a specific sensation as much as it is a feeling. It’s warm, pulsing in waves directed squarely at your clit that up until this moment has been dormant with neglect, now throbbing with a warm, molten heat that builds and builds and builds and—oh, fuck! Is he using the Force?

He gives a low sound that perhaps could be a chuckle as you feel his lips curl upwards against you in a smile as he continues to show you the skills of his tongue. It’s almost as if he can hear your thoughts even as the only things that fall from your lips are muffled, cut off whimpers. In response, as if to say, “Yes, darling, that’s exactly what I’m doing,” what feels like a ball of slow, building energy rolls across the nub, fluttering and growing until your clit is surrounded by his pulsing, heated desire.

You can’t help it. You can’t help the way Cody’s cock slips from your mouth and your head throws back and you’re whining, actually whining—not in the soft, needy way but in the high-pitched, desperate, in the throes of something you couldn’t stop even if you dug your heels into the ground and tried with all your might kind of way. It’s embarrassing the way he has so effortlessly, easily, and thoroughly made you come undone, not that you could remotely bring yourself to care as it hits you.

Down come your elbows, your head unable to remain balanced, falling with a soft sound against the mattress as your orgasm seems to wash through you like a wave, traveling through the tips of your tightly curled toes to your tensing and flexing thigh muscles beneath Obi-Wan’s fingers all the way up your back, arching and squirming, resulting in sounds that fall from your lips that you would not have predicted you were capable of making.

And then it fades, slow and gentle and leaving a flush, a tingling heat against your skin as you, almost by some invisible force, are guided to anchor yourself within your breath. Someone, without words, gently coaxing it to settle and slow as you look up, dimly aware of the sweat that’s gathered at the base of your scalp.

And then you realize that you’re looking up directly into the face of Cody, who, despite his cheeks being flushed from the talents of your mouth, appears perfectly calm, composed, and controlled with his hands laced behind his back and oh, the scar that curls around his eye only highlights the glimmer of his disappointment as he contemplatively looks down at you, his gaze heavy and considering. Before he even raises a displeased eyebrow, before he even speaks, you’re hit with the weight of having done something that you were explicitly told not to do.

“Hm,” he muses, reaching down and running his fingers through your hair in a surprisingly gentle stroke that ends in an even more surprisingly sharp tug as he commands your gaze skyward, causing a soft “mm” of pleasure-pain to fall from your parted lips. When he next speaks, his voice is too measured, too conversational, sending alarm bells streaking through your mind, one after the other like passing sirens on the street, making your heart pick up in speed with the euphoric, enticingly dangerous blend of wanting to bow your head in apologetic submission or cower away and flee from the ire of his disapproval.

“And here I was thinking you were sweet and obedient.”

And with those words, you come to the understanding that you are so irrevocably fucked, and despite the anxiety that twinges in your stomach that always accompanies a misstep, having to bite down on your instinctive guilt of disappointing others, you find, for perhaps the first time, that you couldn’t be more delighted.

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cloneshipping-collector · 1 month ago

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Hi, I have a question about cloneshipping. Are clones x clones ships the most common ships for clones? I mean, I see a lot of people shipping clones between them but I also see a lot of rexsoka, codywan, blyla. The other thing is that I also see a lot of antis complaining about clone x clone. Are we a minority?

we do seem to be a minority unfortunately, likely because of how taboo “incest” is (i personally don’t see it that way in this case, but all these characters are fictional so idgaf lmao)

clones x their commanders are definitely the most common type of ship that i see at least

#this ask was sitting in my drafts for like a month i fucking forgot about it 💀#cloneshipping #asks

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wickerwax · 3 days ago

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Down in the Mud: Part 2 (Codywan First Kiss Bingo, surprise #6)

CW: unsettling interaction with a river and a rainforest, mentally??

With a stabilising hand on his General’s shoulder, Cody heaved himself up the last slippery, too-high step back onto the miserable excuse for a path that had so betrayed them the previous evening. Honestly, he was starting to think he’d rather never see another tree again, but that seemed uncharitable.

Rainforests could get kriffed though.

He turned and offered a hand to pull Obi-Wan up behind him, and they took a moment to breath in the morning sun - filtering through an actual real gap in the canopy.

The walk back to the ship unfurled before them in more dense foliage, precarious slopes, and tracks he wouldn’t trust a mesa groat to navigate safely. The makeshift “boot” he’d pulled together from one of his greaves and a piece of strapping from his depleted belt - and cushioned by a strip of tabard- was technically functional. He would likely be blistered somewhere, even with the wrapping. (And, if the noise he’d made upon Obi-Wan revealing a folding blade tucked neatly into his boot for the job had been embarrassingly breathy, at least the man in question had not held it against him. Had, in fact, held -)

His Jedi was frowning again, brows furrowed as he stared into the greenery ahead. Cody decided they could use a little bolstering after completing the climb that had defeated them in the night and storm. It hadn’t been all that fun in the waterlogged aftermath this morning either.

Cody shook his head and stepped as smoothly as he could in his not-hobble, curling his fingers around Obi-Wan’s elbow. He shifted his weight towards Cody automatically. Cody tilted his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Obi-Wan’s mouth, who turned absently and warmly into it before twitching and jolting back to stare at him.

Cody stared back, stone forming cold in his gut. “Are we...are we not-”

“Sorry, darling, I was miles awa-” his Jedi started, angling back towards him, halting uncertainly as they spoke over each other.

Before the chill could travel, Obi-Wan’s face relaxed and he ran a hand up Cody’s arm. Drew him in close. “Let me make that one up,” he murmured, and kissed him with all the banked heat of a properly tended flame.

They pulled apart some minutes later, breathless and less bothered by the miseries so far visited upon them. His face tingled – but then, a few places tingled today, thanks to some wonderfully focused attention from his very bearded Jedi. He was looking forward to exploring beard-burn in even more sensitive spots, when they were less concerned about things like survival. And trench-foot.

“I think there’s just enough light that the solar on our comms might do the trick,” his Jedi said thoughtfully, producing the piece of equipment in question. His had gotten far less battered than Cody’s, but the range wasn’t nearly as good. Cody squinted at his dubiously.

They spent a few minutes angling for sunbeams and eventually the little yellow charging lights deigned to make an appearance. Cody’s flickered sulkily. And then, once again, they were obliged to wait for the charge level to be worth trying for calls or received messages.

Which they did, with varying levels of patience.

He smacked a hand against his comm and the cursed thing sputtered. The message light flickered intermittently. “I have a message waiting apparently," he said, irritable, “-if only it would play it for me to hear.”

Crackling fuzz from his General’s comm interrupted him - there was a dry-rot crunchy quality to the audio, but Waxer could be heard beneath the noise.

“Battle droids, sirs-” he told them, many hours past, “I hope you don’t get caught out in this storm but I don’t think there’s much luck of that. Forecast is looking pretty shit. We’re holding them off fine - no losses, minor injuries only. We just can’t seem to get past to send a squad to meet you.” He drew in a breath that rasped like a strip of hook-and-loop that had been closed over-long. “Smells awful fishy, General. Commander - one of the lads thinks he saw Grievous’ ship. I know you don’t need to be told but keep our General safe from that over-engineered can opener, yeah? And stay safe yourself.” The crackling of the audio increased. Dimly, they heard, “I don’t like the timing of these karking interference waves either, vod, and if Cody’s comms-ou-” before the comm let out a nasty whine of feedback and fell silent.

“Well,” Obi-Wan said quietly, meeting Cody’s eyes with a little smile. “It seems we spring the trap once more, my friend.”

Cody rolled his eyes and reeled his Jedi in to press their foreheads together. Reached for peace to temper his determination (annoyance) with the comfort of the contact. With the ability to indulge in it. “We’ll have to get back out of the open. An ambush this far out from the ship would be inconvenient.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I should never like to inconvenience you, Cody, when it puts that look in your eye. Did you have any luck with yours?”

“Message waiting but not received,” he answered, withdrawing from the keldabe to smack his wrist comm again. It coughed and wheezed a technological protest at the treatment. A juddering holo rose up, a jumble of blue light. It hissed static.

The light resolved into a robed figure just as the audio settled into sibilance. “Commander Cody,” it seethed, blurry and oddly familiar. “Execute Order Sixty-Six, I want that meddling Jedi gone.”

Everything went bright and clear and empty.

He came to with Obi-Wan’s face only millimetres from his and immediately rolled sideways to cough up a hydroponics unit worth of murky water. He was once again completely drenched - even worse this time - and his head felt like there was a klaxon screaming against the inside curve of his skull. He groaned.

A hand rubbed carefully between his shoulder blades as he sucked in some of the more painful breaths of his life and tried to remember how the hell he’d gotten here. “Sir,” he rasped, his abused oesophagus protesting vigorously, “Gen- Obi-Wan - what happened?” He coughed a few more times and that soothing hand never stopped moving, “I - Did you kiss-”

“Perform a kiss of life?” said Obi-Wan’s voice. It sounded thin and flat and exhausted. Cody heaved himself onto his back, alarmed. “Breathe the air back into your lungs - or attempt to - with my own? My, Cody, what dreck have your brothers been passing on to you from holobooks?”

He was kneeling next to Cody and he looked terrible. The only blood left in his face was oozing from a gash in his forehead, horribly vivid against his paleness. His hair was sodden and lank and dripping, the shoulder of his wet tunics nearly torn completely out. Freckles peeked through the gap, a bruise blooming there - to match the one already purple and swollen under his beard, smeared across one cheek. His hands were trembling.

Cody tried to bolt upright and reach for him, only to reel back against the ground as his head injury protested.

“Obi- General,” he wheezed, “Shit, sir, did we get attacked? Last thing I remember...we heard from Waxer? That did happen, right?” He took in the bowed head, the ghostly pallor, the hand - removed from his back when he rolled - slowly curling into a fist.”Last- last night, that happened? We’re still on - the forest moon?”

Even his irises seemed more gray than blue when his Jedi finally looked at him properly. “You remember Waxer’s message?” he asked, which answered only a very small fraction of Cody’s confusion, even by implication. “Nothing else?”

“No? My comm still wasn’t working - there was...” he trailed off uncertainly. The pain in his temple, his throat and chest, they seemed to be using his bones as drums.

General Kenobi observed him like moon to tides, impossibly close and untouchably distant.

He reached out, half-afraid, for his General’s hand and the man once more allowed contact. Squeezed gently back when Cody linked their fingers. “I am sorry I don’t have pain relief on me, Commander. My belt got rather ravaged in the river, I lost much of what I had.”

“We fell in the river?” Cody asked, half pleading for clarity. He clung to his Jedi’s fingers. “Who attacked us? Was it Grievous?”

“We were attacked, yes.” Obi-Wan was studying their linked hands. He pressed his lips together till they were as colourless as the rest of his face. “I could not say who by, though I have - suspicions. We are, however, considerably closer to the ship - one small mercy of being swept downriver, since we did manage to come out of it.”

He paused, and Cody noticed that his vambrace with his comm, as well as the main receiver in his belt, were missing entirely. Lost to the waters, he presumed. The light here was green – the river and its banks enclosed with suffocating growth. It made him think of the glow-stick last night – the way his General’s face had gone jaw-tight determined to look after him. The expression now was much the same, but something terrible crawled under it. Something had bypassed shadowing his tired eyes for burying entire skeletons there.

The rush of nearby water, smooth and endless, was beginning was make him feel sick.

“I believe I can feel both Grievous and - I suspect prisoners, possibly the locals we came to meet, between us and the ship.” Obi- General Kenobi shifted in place before disentangling their hands to start digging in the remnants of his belt pouches and pockets. Cody levered himself into a sit with considerably more care than his first attempt while he did. Moss and mud once more squelched under his hands. It oozed so far under his nails he’d be tasting it for days.

“I... Sir... Obi-Wan, what happened?”

The Jedi – his Jedi? - went frost-quiet.

He produced a sealed ration bar – only slightly battered – and passed it to Cody before retrieving his folding knife from his boot. He stopped there, opening and closing the blade. His hair flopped forward, obscuring his face. The rip in the shoulder of his tunics gaped. The seams wept torn threads.

“We were attacked.” he said carefully. “It was an ambush, unexpected, a direction I don’t believe either of us would have considered. It was...messy. We fell into the river during the struggle. You hit your head in the confusion and- and the assailant lost us, or we them. In the water.” He stopped. The river shushed past, green light, brown banks, clear ripples. “I don’t know if they will return,” he said all-at-once, and that sounded like fear in a very unfamiliar way. “I think they are – gone. But I can’t be sure.”

Cody felt something sharp stab in under his lowest ribs at that tone. “Can you...sense them? Anywhere near?”

“No,” he breathed, and finally, finally, looked Cody in the eye again. “No, I don’t sense them at all. Eat, please, Commander. I’ll see what can be done to dress your wounds. Helix will be most displeased with me if I let you run about unbandaged with a head injury.”

He thought about pointing out the injuries being blatantly ignored but there was something about the set of his mouth – and, perhaps, the very real stabbing through Cody’s temple – that told Cody not to bother with the argument. Instead, he attended to the ration bar, as requested, while doing his best to observe through the screaming migraine. As least the light wasn’t so bright, down here. And he could see a path along the river-edge, for a very loose definition of path. It was, at least, mostly packed with shorter, thinner ferns and patches of flat, shimmering rocks.

Obi-Wan continued to shred his tabards and managed to find one belt pouch that had retained an undamaged bacta patch (size small). He gently requested that Cody close his eyes and he found himself blind and at the mercy of those capable hands once more.

There was no teasing this time, only the painful care to cause no more hurt. Only the bacta patch smoothed precise and deliberate over his freshly dabbed-clean temple. Only the barest brush of a thumb over the finished dressing, a ghost of a caress that swept lightly down the outer edge of his eye.

When Cody blinked back into the mossglow of the rainforest, his General was several paces away, standing and busying himself conspicuously with repacking the remnants of his belt.

He was still battered and bruised inside and out but the bacta started to work and ease the nausea-sharp edge of the worst pain. The ration bar sat like so much slime in his stomach and provided ballast no matter how he felt about it. Standing seemed... possible again.

Bracing his vambrace-free arm on the ground, he managed to get his legs under him, and his General nearly teleported back over to support his elbow and hover while he waited out the creeping dark at the edges of his vision. It retreated, and he turned into Obi-Wan’s hold.

The Jedi shuddered still for half a heartbeat, and then wrapped his arms around Cody and properly held. Cody pressed his aching head to Obi-Wan’s shoulder and gripped back just as hard.

One shaky exhale into his curls later, Obi-Wan unpeeled himself and squeezed Cody’s shoulders. “We must get moving, Commander, but – do take it easy. I’m quite concerned about your injuries, I would much rather play vanguard on this particular occasion.”

“I’d argue, General,” Cody said back, trying for his usual deadpan. “-but I recognise a losing battle when I see one.”

Kenobi harrumphed. It was a little too emphatic, the two of them overselling their parts. It was still comforting, somehow.

The gap in his memory ached worse than his possibly-fractured skull.

Unlike the night before, the day’s warmth gave rise to skin-sticky humidity. Otherwise, Cody was once again drenched and exhausted and he didn’t have a cell in his body that wasn’t working overtime to compensate for the tiredness and the pain.

They progressed slowly through verdancy-on-spice towards The Negotiator, and Grievous, and his probable-hostages. His affront to actual boots everywhere was clomping and awkward, chafing at the sides - but was protecting his foot from the jabbing roots and occasional shatter-sharp rock amidst the under-brush.

Well, Cody progressed slowly. His Jedi had abandoned all pretence to normal limitations and was glitching from place to place ahead of him - circling back to Cody like a herd-massif with an especially slow and stupid nerf.

The first loop back had been with a study length of stick in hand, pressed upon Cody for him to lean on. Cody had looked into that serene face with the falcon-focused eyes - glowing faintly starlit deep below the trees - and accepted the aid.

The pattern continued countless times as he limped along.

He tracked his bolide-General with the sort of determination that glaciers carve valleys with. He vanished between trunks and reappeared all brilliance and disappeared again. Cody counted the appearances and let minutes ripple past him.

Kept his eyes on the turn ahead, kept marching along with his walking-stick punctuation.

Let minutes ripple past.

His General checked on his progress, still-faced with encouraging hands and careful distance. Vanished again. His head ached like a holoscreen blasting the room over.

How long had he been walking? Had he ever done anything but walk?

Let the minutes ripple past-

Let them ripple expanding into hours to days to weeks -

-the light never changed.

The vegetal glow stayed eerily calm. He blinked hard against the stillness. Against the bone-ache.

The river beside him was clear enough to trip over, the soft sand and clay and waving water-weeds all layered in browns and bronzes as rich as any senator’s paycheck. It hushed and murmured in his ear while insects screamed gleefully deeper in the trees. It chuckled at him, merry and merciless and malicious.

How long had he been walking? How many years had he wasted stumping along with this stick – alone alone alone.

He was on a hidden treadmill, he thought, making no progress. This was a trap, a beautiful, stupidly-humid trap, and he’d fallen for it for too long-

He was on the verge of plunging in deeper just to be away from that gurgling little whisper when Obi-Wan reappeared for the first time in years, glorious colour in this over-chlorophylled monochrome. Cody reached for him, panting for air in an improbably airless place. There couldn’t be this many trees and so little oxygen, they had to be holograms. His fingers wound tight in the comforting rasp of real cloth against his blaster calluses.

“Cody?” asked his dead general. They had his look of concern just right, but they’d fucked up his eyes, gotten them all cross-wired with his blade. They were lit like his sabre but there was no safety-sounding thrum to borrow light from - not that he would hear it over the whispers, not over the screaming. “Cody, we’re nearly there, my dear, two more short bends in the trail.”

Cody made some kind of sound, he felt the burn in his throat. His skull breathed and that was wrong and it ached and he’d been walking so long that he was an old old man with old old bones - with his old old stick - which was far older than he'd expected to see - and his General was so bright and alive for a dead man - maybe Cody was the dead man-

“Cody,” said that best beloved, aggravating voice. “Commander, at attention, if you please!”

He did his best to snap to. The general, his General, laid his hands on Cody’s face.

Some of the pain leached away.

Some clarity swam up to the forefront of his mind like a skittish korfish emerging from the reeds. He wrapped clumsy hands around Obi-Wan’s wrists and felt life beating there against his thumbs. “Sir- you’re okay?”

He was frowning at Cody, frowning like canyons, like fiords carved oceanic, like a man about to do something stupid. “I’m fine, Cody. Which is more than can be said for you.”

“I’m fine,” he parroted. Fought himself not to lean forwards.

Obi-Wan did it for him, still frowning, pressing their foreheads together for heartbeats. He forgot to count.

“Cody, Commander, stay on the path, okay? Don’t leave the path, keep walking.”

An inquiring kind of sound worked its way loose from his chest.

His General slipped away from his hold. “I’m charging you," he said, flat and sharp and the grappling hook to Cody’s line, “-to follow me. Follow me out of this place and I will get us home. Just-” he drew in a breath. It looked like it hurt. “-just, keep moving. We’re nearly out, I need to clear our exit. Stay on the path and keep moving, Cody.”

Cody nodded and stepped forward like he was magnetised even as Obi-Wan swayed back.

His Jedi paused once more, and his face lost the pinched, stressed look for a moment. His shoulders dropped low, his expression smooth and smiling and his eyes had more silver light than blue pigment left. “Stay on the path, Commander,”he repeated, all serenity, “You will arrive just in time.”

Every boulder of Obi-Wan’s exhaustion dropped back on at once but his head didn't droop and that smile only sharpened instead of fleeing. “Follow me, darling. You’re far too stubborn for this to best you.”

Cody’s legs moved him onwards, faithfully on the trail of his Jedi – tethered and safe- even as the man himself once more went onwards. Moments later, it seemed, the humidity wrenched itself upwards and the insects and river-voice fell away.

The whispers vanished, the screaming became a buzz. The light got more yellow.

Cody escaped the green glow of the rainforest undergrowth into the buzzing green-blue-yellow glow of Grievous’ many stolen sabres. Only - the pneumonia-riddled cyborg was losing them - was struggling to hold off a General Kenobi who wasn’t distracted by blaster-fire or with shielding others. Who was swapping between his usual water-flow redirection moves and something with far more height and force and-

Grievous was losing.

Kenobi was speaking. Blurrily, Cody realised he was giving Grievous a chance to surrender.

The wheezing pile of parts did not take the out and -as Cody spotted his ship half hidden behind another stand of spindly, knife-leaved trees - began to lose whatever ground and limbs he had left.

He shook his head sharply, feeling more firmly in his skin. Squinting at the sky, and the angle of the light here - it couldn’t have been more than an hour or two since he’d woken up on the riverbank with Obi-Wan pale and bruised beside him. Having saved him. Still saving him.

His blaster was long lost – another victim of the water. He could do recon on the ship though. There would be something he could use.

As he rounded the ship, there was one battle droid left guarding the open ramp. Cody wasn’t sure who was more surprised, the B1 or himself - but muscle memory was sometimes a gift. The B1 was not expecting to get bodied and brutally dismantled by an injured clone, he was sure.

He hauled himself up, far too aware of every bump, bruise, and cut he had accumulated in the last 48 hours. A small face peeked out of the open door and, upon seeing him and the ...decommissioned droid, it let out a whoop. Several other faces rapidly appeared. They were attached to short bodies draped in layers of waxy cloth, and they swarmed him, slapping small hands against the remains of his armour with loud enthusiasm. They were thanking him for the rescue, for protecting their home, he slowly realised through the migraine ratcheting up with vicious force. Made sure to nod and make appropriately reassuring noises – words were a lot to ask, he missed his helmet – and he heard, behind him, the quiet.

No lightsabres.

He turned and there was Obi-Wan, with that small, tired smile he usually only saw in their office, or if he’d been invited into his quarters for a drink. The one that wasn’t for company.

He still looked like he’d been landed on by a LAAT/i or twelve.

“He’s gone,” Obi-Wan said, still smiling. “Whatever else this has been, that is one victory.”

Grievous, who had killed so many of his brothers, was no longer a threat. It was a blow sure to shake the seppies.

He took a step towards Obi-Wan, heedless of the cheering locals clustering around him. Even the auras burning into his retinas, the aggressive percussion performance happening behind his orbital sockets, the miserable state of his blacks and armour both - they were less important than getting his hands on his Jedi - hauling him up and spinning him dizzily twice before he had to drop him back to his feet or risk throwing up on both of them. He grinned at Obi-Wan despite the way it pulled. “He’s gone?”

“He’s gone, and I’ve retrieved the stolen sabres he had on him.” his Jedi said. His belt did, in fact, bristle with retrieved sabres, secured between leather and cloth. He was pale and tired and bruised, and still smiling right at Cody

Cody kissed him.

Impulsive and foolish and full of hope hope hope that this could be a step towards ending this endless war.

Impulsive and foolish and Obi-Wan kissed him back.

The Negotiator was noisy with their visitors and noticeably absent of their most senior officer. For Cody.

In fact, Obi-Wan had been largely absent since their return. He’d been closeted away with Helix a number of times - Cody had seen him in passing, practically from underwater as Helix had kindly given him the good drugs. Unfortunately, underwater followed him into dreams where he fought something in the river, feeling skin break under his knuckles and fabric crying out as seams gave way. The ones where he drowned seemed easier to bear, somehow.

Helix heard him cry out once and had changed out his meds as hastily as he could manage, citing poor reactions.

The wound on his temple had apparently been worse even than it felt and the recovery had been - honestly they were being a pack of nervous nuna about it, Cody felt fine - calibrated to the severity. Otherwise, Cody was told his General was in his element – negotiating for this moon’s continued presence as a member of the Republic. Given their recent experience, Cody assumed they were haggling over details rather than actually being convinced.

He kept expecting him to...to be there, all the same. Busy or not, they’d managed to make time for each other before. It itched wrongness to have it be denied now, after... After.

He had had visitors - Ghost Company had boisterously welcomed him back, and Waxer cheerfully ceded rank - “I never want to be in charge without knowing you’re coming back, Commander, I like being able to sleep occasionally,”- and a small horde of the locals had come to give their thanks and appreciation and let him know he was welcome on their moon any time. They had been loudly impressed with their quick travel through the rainforest. Apparently, Cody had found out with a sensation as if all his blood was evaporating like dry ice and twice as cold, the river was known to play tricks.

It liked to mess with people, take them and not give them back, or give them back much too late, liked to speak to people about how they, too, could be a part of that buzzing, unfathomable life.

“You must be very focused,” one had told him, blushing in pretty greens and purples when he made eye contact. He had thought of the treadmill, and his General at the other side of it, and had to fight his own reaction.

“I have to be,” he replied instead, and inspired a flurry of swoons that got them removed for the rest of the evening.

One of them had given him a friendly pat on the hand and a wink as they left, and when he shifted after they darted from the room he found a tube of lip colourant tucked beside his wrist. He had flushed violently enough that he set off his usually unflappable medics – over-concerned for his healed head wound.

Three days in, and Cody had enough. He’d been clear-headed and basically pain-free for over a day.He was fine, and he didn’t get to be Marshal Commander by skipping his training. That said, the medics were a formidable lot, and it took several carefully considered and rejected plans before hitting on one he felt had a good chance of success.

He found Obi-Wan, after making his escape and searching for far, far too long, perched high up on one of the support struts in the main hanger. He had folded himself into a complicated knot and appeared to be meditating despite the racket of the mechanics – Engineering and Maintenance joined forces to keep everything ship-shape but they weren’t quiet about any of it. Being dirtside just encouraged them.

Watching their supposedly bedridden Commander go free-climbing would most likely make it much worse.

He did it anyway. It was good for his reputation to perform an impressive feat and some form of unexpected behaviour now and then. Kept his vod’e on their toes.

General Kenobi opened his eyes as Cody hauled his ass over the edge of the strut and sprawled in front of him, only letting himself begin to pant the exertion out once obscured from below.

“Commander?” he said, elegant and assured. His eyes were pinched at the corners. He untangled some of the knot he had made of his limbs. “Cody, shouldn’t you be resting?”

Cody folded himself in turn. There was barely room either side of his knees once cross-legged. “Interesting place you’ve picked, sir.”

A distant relation to a frown passed like an eddy over his face. “Cody, I thought we’d done away with the sir-ing.”

“I thought so myself, General, only you seem to have vanished on me. I wouldn’t want to make unwarranted assumptions.”

This netted him an actual grimace. The Jedi scrubbed hard at his face and looked at him again with the artifice drained away. He looked no more rested than he had after defeating Grievous, though the bruises on his face were queasy-yellow and faded now, the wound on his forehead neatly closed and scarring. He was frowning and it looked more like exhaustion than annoyance. “My apologies, Cody, I never meant to imply- I wasn’t-”

He fished for the words he used so effortlessly, then closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath through his nose. Opened them to look directly at Cody again, sky-sharp. “I’m sorry, Cody. I should have been there.”

He looked terrible. How had Cody been confined to bed-rest while his General ran around looking like this- without him?

It was difficult to keep feeling – whatever he was feeling. He didn’t think this was a simple case of avoidance – as if his Jedi would be simple. “I wish you had been, yes, but I can understand you being busy. Of course I can understand that, Obi-Wan.”

At Cody using his name, a tension snapped. Obi-Wan’s shoulders sagged in place, his head lowered, his eyes went half-mast like he was too exhausted to even hold those up any longer. “Thank you, Cody,” he said. He drew a shuddering inhale deep into his lungs. “I can explain, and I will, I just wanted to be able to have some – some answers before I-” he broke off to toy with his moustache. Fidgeted like that.

Cody took pity on him even as the back of his neck went hair-raised and the slime of premonition dripped down. “Tomorrow for a debrief?”

Obi-Wan offered him a laugh nearly soundless. “Perfect, my dear.” He gave Cody a fond look that turned his mind as speedily to other things as ever. “How has your convalescence been?”

Cody grimaced. “I’m glad we saved them, but our new friends keep making jokes about who is the top arborist. And climbing especially tall, attractive trees.”

He didn’t appear to have expected that one, for he choked on a laugh and snorted in a way that should have been deeply unattractive. Alas.”They- Cody. Well, I’m sure I can’t blame them for being fans of yours, darling. I’m something of one myself, you see.”

It was his turn to choke. Jabbing a finger at Obi-Wan’s face, he said, “Oh, are you now? Because I’ve never gotten tokens like this from you!” and brandished the tube of lip colour from his pocket.

Obi-Wan turned pink. It obscured the bruise fantastically. “I admit, it’s not one I’ve much considered of late, my dear,” and the caf that his Jedi shared with him was superb, but that wasn’t the point of this, “Should I have?”

The tube, uncapped, proved itself to be a deep maroon-brown. Obi-Wan’s eyes rounded as Cody inspected the colour. He touched the pad of his thumb to it and studied the smear against his skin. “I might have discovered an interest,” he offered thoughtfully. Smirked when this prompted no verbal response from his Jedi. “It’s quite a nice colour, and I didn’t have much to do in bed. Plenty of time to...think.”

Those riverbright eyes lifted from his thumb to his face and Cody smiled, toothy. Obi-Wan swallowed. “I think it would look nice on you.”

“I think it would too,” Cody agreed, to watch him swallow again. “But I’m all about sharing, really. It’s such a nice colour – why would I keep it to myself?”

He wiped at the top of the tube again, to take the top layer off properly against his hand, then raised it to his mouth. Obi-Wan watched, hardly breathing, as Cody painted his lips by feel. Rolling to his knees, he braced one hand next to his Jedi’s thigh and leaned in. Obi-Wan didn’t move as Cody hovered for a long moment, revelling in the planet-sized pupils and rapid, shallow inhales.

He feathered the tips of his fingers over the neck of Obi-Wan’s tunics, drawing hard on his self-control as his Jedi shuddered, smoothing the pale cloth against his collarbone. “Cody,” he said, sounding strained, and Cody shifted his weight and leaned in.

Pressed a kiss to the fabric there, so close and yet not quite close enough to really feel the pulse fluttering with his proximity. Drew back to admire the clarity of his handiwork – his lips clearly blocked in on Obi-Wan’s tunics, teasing his neck. His Jedi had all that needlepoint focus on Cody’s face, stillstillstill but for those sparrow-heart breaths.

“I was right,” Cody said, painted mouth grinning. “It looks better shared.”

The pressure of all that attention was immense and a stupider man would have caved. A smarter one likely wouldn’t have drawn it. Cody preened.

“I am disinclined to argue,” Obi-Wan said, slowly easing himself into a position he could better move from, never once making an adjustment that took him further from Cody. He certainly didn’t seem to be upset at being so claimed. “I would rather explore some detailed demonstrations of further sharing, if you are amenable.”

That giddy spark in his gut went firework. Shrugging with a nonchalance he wasn’t capable of feeling right now, he said, “I suppose I could be persuaded.”

@codywanfirstkissbingo -waves sheepishly- i'm not actually sure if they fit the bill well enough but I tried for 'absent-minded kiss', 'kiss of life', 'climactic kiss', and 'lipstick kiss' (in that order) for a blackout haha

no worries if they don't match well enough, it was wonderful fun to write anyway!! Thank you all so much for running this event it's been fabulous, and now i'm not panicking over finishing I can actually get some more exploration of all the wonderful art and fic that's been posted <333

#my writing #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #cwfkb2025 #click the title to go to the ao3 version ^^#down in the mud part two!! hope ya like it xD #RIGHT now i gotta like. do some study prep lmao

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