#there will be hints of codywan

[broitsf-ckingfreezing]

So my We Need to Talk About The Jedi Eldritch Jedi fic is being written, but there are so many things I want to do! I need help deciding!

I want to start with ya boi Qui, since I love him as a character and as a Jedi (Qui-Gon Bashers can fuck right off my blog, thanks), and this will determine his role as a central presence!

[pinkiemme]

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Sunshine boy ✨

[skylariumrose]

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @bluemaskedkarma

Rules: Post the last line you wrote and then try to tag as many people as there are words!

Last Line:

His fingers dig divots into the bare strong shoulders above him, his right leg thrown over the Jedi’s lower back to keep him against his body.

As I am but a tiny blog I will do the 5 out of the 25 words 😅

I will tag @littledumplingwrites, @cj-kenobi, @crownprincecody, @renegade-angel, & @chubbs-the-fish!!

Have fun 🤩

[cc-kote]

Rauuagadjsjdsk help I'm getting ready to post this week's chapter of my kylux fic (The Unforgivable) and idk if I should also post another chapter of my Codywan fic (The Last Lost Continent) or if I should wait on that one for now and post the next chunk all together. I have like 2.5 more chapters of my kylux fic all edited and ready to go for the next few weeks and the first half of act 3 done up in a rough draft, but while I have the next like 5 chapters of my codywan fic mapped out like that I only have up to chapter 7 actually written in my clean draft.

[itstimeforstarwars]

6 and 8 for the asks!

Thank you!! <3

6: Favorite title you used?

Probably Old Masters, New Tricks because it's a play on "Rise of the Old Masters," the episode during which the fic takes place.

8: Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Codywan! Always codywan :D

[ao3 wrapped]

[dontbelasagnax]

OMG CAN I DO A PROMPT FOR THE KISS ROULETTE???

No pressure BUT I number 35. Kiss against a wall would make me go FERAL.

Bonus points if it's in some hidden corner and they're trying to sneak away after a hard won battle because the codywan brain rot has GOT ME. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BUT THEM

Please pretend like you sent this ask recently and I haven't been sitting on it for months waiting for my eggs to hatch @why-cant-turtles-fly 😂 As requested, here is codywan kissing against a wall... though it's actually a pillar (oops). I was inspired by this artwork I did!

Pairing: CC-22224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,330

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Tenderness, Making Out, Introspection, and by that I mean Obi-Wan is mentally ill and thinks too much, Implied Sexual Content, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

    "Missing something?" Cody wiggles a certain lightsaber in his hand as he closes the distance of only a couple meters.

    "More than one thing, it seems," Obi-Wan replies.

    [ OR: Obi-Wan and Cody steal away some precious time after a victorious battle which of course results in a makeout session against a pillar. ]

(fic under the cut if you wish to read here on tumblr)

This morning Obi-Wan finds himself in the ruins of a long ago abandoned castle, high in the mountainous region of Bestoon's northernmost continent. However difficult the altitude makes it to breathe unassisted, it's worth it for the view. There isn't much he loves looking at more than a sunrise in the clouds.

The sunrise after a well earned victory in battle has become one of Obi-Wan's favorite moments to find peace these last few months or... has it been years? Time has melted together through this dreary drudge of a war.

He's watched this sky transition from dusky purples splashed with rays of golden sunlight to a pale blue canvas with clouds shadowed with purples leaning grey and highlights of soft pinks and yellows.

"Sir," a very familiar voice calls from behind. 

Obi-Wan turns towards the voice. 

'Ah,' Obi-Wan thinks, a smile already beginning to emerge on his features, 'my dearest commander.'

The light of the sky washes Cody in diffused golds and pinks. He is delightfully dressed down, forgoing his armour from the waist up. The tight, ribbed fabric does his physique all the favors the way it clings. A stray curl drops onto his forehead. The lighting does wonders for his complexion. It's as if he's glowing.

Yes, Cody bathed in the light of a new day is the most breathtaking, glorious view of them all.

"Missing something?" Cody wiggles a certain lightsaber in his hand as he closes the distance of only a couple meters. 

"More than one thing, it seems," Obi-Wan replies as he takes the lightsaber held out to him. The metal is heated from the rare touch of Cody's bare hand. Energy thrums from the kyber, a slow pulse that nearly sparkles, sending the residual heat of skin and life up Obi-Wan's arm, straight to his ever beating heart. 

So helpful his kyber crystal is, giving fuel to the flame of his infatuation that, once a slow burn, is steadily alight.

Cody leans back against the pillar, looks at him with those warm, big brown eyes of his and oh…

Obi-Wan steps into Cody's space.

Cody's sharp inhale and the way his hand comes up to touch Obi-Wan's belly is exactly what he wanted. 

Obi-Wan rests his arm beside Cody's head on the stone, bringing his face close enough to just feel Cody's breath on the whiskers of his beard.

Thick, black lashes fluttering downwards then back up. The want in those gorgeous eyes is magnetizing.

Obeying Cody's gravitational pull, Obi-Wan kisses him. The catch of their lips slow and tender, just a hint of saliva and suction, loving the warm nudge of Cody's nose against his cheek, and the bloom of Cody's Force presence like flowers turning to the morning sun. 

"Well done," Obi-Wan murmurs as he pulls away, chasing the wounded noise Cody makes with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Your performance was stellar today, as always. Always."

Obi-Wan clips his lightsaber to his belt and cups his darling's jaw with his newly freed hand. He sighs into the meeting of their lips. The soft warm comfort of Cody's mouth is offset by the rigidity of his armour below the waist. It’s as accurate a representation of Cody’s true self as it gets: compassionate and sweet while still deadly and unwieldy.

Though, as much as Obi-Wan adores this version of Cody—so delectable in only his codpiece, cuisse, and greaves—he’d selfishly prefer him stripped even further. 

Alas, he's getting ahead of himself.

Cody's arms curl around him, hands clenching in his tabards. Their lips make smacking noises with the separation of each slow, deliberate kiss.

It's with a bittersweet ache in his chest that Obi-Wan cherishes these moments for he never knows what the next day will bring. The reality of war is that any second of any day he could lose Cody and he'll never know another day painted warm and vibrant by Cody's dry humor and barely-there smiles, the rare times when Obi-Wan can make him really laugh and hear joy spring from his soul, the quiet steady companionship of his presence, and the compassion he shows his brothers. One day he'll never know another kiss, another pleasure coated sigh of his own name, or feel the needy way Cody curves his entire body into Obi-Wan’s to get what he wants. 

It is possible that Obi-Wan would be the one to go first but… he knows deep down, and has accepted it with peace, that he's meant for infinite sadness. 

He already nearly lost him that first time- the time Cody first kissed him.

However long Cody is willing to share these hidden pockets of love with him, he will cherish every second they have together.

He emphasizes this thought with a purposeful tug and suck of Cody’s bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. The thinner air at this altitude has them panting against each other, lips grazing slightly, a sensitive tingly, ticklish tease.

Cody rubs their noses together, as if trying to grasp any sort of intimacy he can while recovering his breath.

Obi-Wan’s heart squeezes painfully.

Never let it be said lest Cody try to kill him in his sleep… but Cody is not just a sweet, sweet man but adorable.

 Natural as the mist of cloudy mornings, Obi-Wan kisses him again. 

Everything about this is intentional. From the way he slowly draws their mouths together again and again, pace languid and savoring, to the way they've chosen each other- chosen to find these moments to do nothing but love. It's not a choice, really, that they will choose duty over each other if that's what it comes to. That's simply the reality of their existences. Those priorities will never change, not with how the war has molded them into thinking. 

No, the choosing is in the love. 

He does love Cody and perhaps always will. It's not been said. Nor does he know with absolute certainty that Cody feels the same.

Cody's presence in the Force has always been a bit of a comfort for Obi-Wan since they met. Through all the uncertainty and pain in the galaxy, Cody is sturdy and shines. He's not certain when Cody’s signature began emanating a warmth that curls into his chest and makes him feel at home. It could be that with time and the development of Obi-Wan's own feelings, every aspect of Cody became beyond endearing.

Or… it could be the manifestation of Cody's own feelings for Obi-Wan.

He's not certain. And he's very well not going to ask.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't.

Still, he catches quick moments sometimes out the corner of his eye where Cody looks at him with an impossibly soft look on his face and Obi-Wan thinks, 'Maybe-’

Really. It doesn't matter. 

He has Cody so readily in the cradle of his arms, drinking up every milliliter of affection bestowed upon him.

And, well, his train of thought falls to the wayside when Cody moans into his mouth and tries to drag him even closer between the v of his legs. 

He's not sure exactly what he’s done to make Cody react so positively but he goes with the motion as heat burns deep in his abdomen.

He teases at Cody's lips with his tongue and realizes his fault when Cody instantly opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. The inside of Cody's mouth is hot and wet and his tongue- licking all those spots that make Obi-Wan shudder into him. 

Not that it's not lovely—because it is, really—but this is not how he intended things to go. 

Cody's insistent against him, pressing for more, hotter, faster, harder.

With difficulty, Obi-Wan pulls away, dodging Cody's attempts to meld their mouths together. 

“Cody, dearheart,” he says, out of breath, thumb gently stroking the skin by the corner of Cody's mouth, “you don't need to devour me.”

Cody doesn't quite pout but it's a near thing. The way his eyes are glued to Obi-Wan's lips make tooka-eyes impossible. “Remains to be seen.”

Obi-Wan huffs a laugh and kisses his cheek. “Please, my-” he catches himself almost saying ‘love’, “dear. Just for now. Let me treat you softly.”

Cody considers this solemnly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He nods.

Obi-Wan smiles. “Good man.”

The bob of Cody's throat at his words is gratifying. 

He closes his eyes and leans back in to capture Cody's lips for a few slow, lingering kisses. 

“That’s it. Easy goes,” Obi-Wan murmurs between kisses. Cody melts underneath him, pliant and accepting. 

He'll take every rare opportune moment to treat Cody like the indulgence he is– truly savor him. Hot plush lips between his own, a smooth glide aided by saliva. Slow and steady. Discovering how electric and titillating the simplicity is. Just Cody's warm body against his own. Cody's lips. Cody's sighs. Cody…

He's the sweetest of luxuries. And he should be cherished accordingly. 

Obi-Wan plants a path of kisses up Cody's cheek, right to the end of his brow, following the raised skin of his facial scar.

He's wondered if anyone else has gotten to love Cody like he has or if he's the only one to ply him with tender affection. He's wondered if, in a kinder universe, Cody would be left free of the scars Obi-Wan has gotten to know so intimately. If there were a universe as such, would Obi-Wan be given the chance to love Cody all over again or if another is destined for him- someone closer to his age and able to devote their life to ensuring his happiness.

He's tied himself into knots over this. The hypotheticals. 

He loves Cody. He loves him easily, unhurried and unconditionally. He loves him with every breath he shares loving the Jedi Order—his family—and this wonderous Force-filled world they live in. 

It's just that. He does not love Cody more than the order, more than his faith and his family. Cody is a part of his life. Whatever comes next, may it be death or freedom or- well, Force knows what, Obi-Wan hopes Cody remains a constant. Selfishly. More than a little lovesick. He wants Cody in his life. But he will accept whatever comes their way, as it is the will of the Force. 

 And if that means-

“Where'd’ya keep going?” asks Cody, big brown eyes of his gazing into Obi-Wan's soulfully. A deep brown that melts into a warm, rich amber. Beautiful.

“Nowhere of consequence.” He rubs his nose along Cody’s cheek. Breathes him in. 

“You sure?”

Obi-Wan drags his lips down Cody's jaw, smiling to himself and settling in once Cody shudders and angles his head out of the way.

“Absolutely certain,” Obi-Wan murmurs against his pulse point then kisses that very same spot.

A sigh from Cody is just the encouragement Obi-Wan needs to continue on. 

It's a gift having Cody so sensitive and wanting under him. An entirely different side of his commander than the stern, regal demeanor their troopers see day in and out. 

He kisses and sucks and nips the column of Cody's neck, delighting in the small, pleased noises he draws from Cody with every pass of his mouth over salty skin. 

He only leaves a couple of marks by the time Cody tugs him upwards. He's not too dismayed to leave the warm crook of his love’s neck because the expression on Cody's face is nothing short of wanton, absolutely debauched. 

Cody’s lips are still plump and kiss bitten. 

Obi-Wan can't resist. He traces the pad of his thumb across Cody's bottom lip. Breath shakes onto skin and Cody's mouth closes around the digit, suctioning him in hot, wet heat. 

He draws in a sharp breath.

His gaze darts to Cody’s eyes where he meets pupils blown wide with desire. Cody stares unflinchingly, daring and, oh… 

Cody has bewitched him, utterly and completely. Try as he might to retain composure, Cody is his undoing in these moments. The fragile strings of his heart (and… other parts of his anatomy…) pulled taut and ready to spring forward.

He wanted to keep it slow and soft, but Cody knows just how to arm him into an arrow ready to spring forth.

He pops his thumb from Cody's mouth and fixes his mouth and lips there instead, letting him know just how affected he is. He tastes Cody’s own desire echoed back to him in his moans and tongue and the needy press of his body that Obi-Wan keeps caged to the pillar. The fists that grab at his tunic and hair to try and get him even closer.

The high altitude forces them apart to breathe sooner than either of them would like but they don't go far, nuzzling noses and panting against one another's lips. 

“We’d better take this back to The Negotiator,” Cody says quietly, still out of breath.

Obi-Wan nods his agreement, sure that if they stay here a minute longer he'll be on his knees.

Hand in hand, they hurry away and the sunrise grows only brighter, pink tones making way for the brilliance of the full sun. Clouds drift with the breeze and all is as it will be.

[catboydogma]

hard to hold/cold to touch

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

codywan week 2024 day 2 prompts, sol edition: aro/ace codywan, beating rival suitors off with a stick

notes: title from doctor blind by emily haines & the soft skeleton. guys i'm not behind ok. everyone else is just so far ahead. but i am perfectly on schedule. ok? ok.

wc: 1,785

cross-posted to ao3

His General had a problem.

Well, no. Cody had to rephrase that, even in his head:

His General had many problems. The problem in this instance was that some fool of an ambassador was laying tentacles on his person.

“Sir,” Cody said, stepping out from behind a pillar. Largely ornamental. But it might provide cover if one of the upper balconies became a hot spot. This hall was full of ornamental corners. It would have been a tactical nightmare to take. But to defend—even if the “defending” here was done for the sake of one body and not the entire building—it was a blessing in disguise. In hideous crown molding disguise.

“Ah, Commander,” the General said, betrayed only by the tightness at the corners of his eyes and the tense register of his voice. “Ambassador A’orusk was just remarking on the fine fighting condition of our battalion. I must say, it is all due to the rigorous training regimen Commander Cody has—”

“You’ll need to step back from General Kenobi, Ambassador.” Cody turned to fix the Ambassador with a gimlet-eyed stare. “Security mandate.”

Ambassador A’orusk let out a delicate, faint “ah” and let their tentacles slither off Kenobi’s shoulders and upper arm. Cody had read the briefing. A bold overture on the Ambassador’s part, projecting their interest so blatantly. Any other might have been flattered. Kenobi had been making a good showing of it, at any rate. Now that there was a witness—Cody—the good Ambassador’s honeyed gestures fell flat, and they made their excuses shortly before moving away to… more fruitful endeavors.

“My thanks, Cody,” Kenobi said under his breath, leaning in towards Cody and smoothing his hands over his front. This close, Cody could just make out a whiff of Kenobi’s aftershave: amber. Cloves. A hint of bergamot. The familiar smell made something loose and warm take up in Cody’s chest. Something that felt treacherously like unconditional trust.

“Not a problem, General,” Cody said blandly. “Can’t have the Separatists make off with the goods before we’ve even gotten to the good part of the evening.”

Kenobi snorted and his eyes crinkled at the corners as his moustache twitched with good humor. “Astute as ever. What in the galaxy would I ever do without you?”

Cody checked his vambrace discreetly for incoming messages. The only part of his armor he’d been allowed to keep had been this—for the built-in comm. “I expect you’d muddle along without me somehow.”

“You underestimate yourself, my Commander,” Obi-Wan said. It didn’t quite feel like a rebuke.

“Maybe so,” Cody allowed. He’d long since learned to pick his battle carefully when it came to Obi-Wan. The man liked to argue—for fun. He enjoyed it. It was like a sporting event to him.

Cody was coming to realize that this was not an isolated occurrence. His General was an attractive man. The problem wasn’t that Cody knew this. This was not a Cody problem. It was not an issue that Cody, by and large, had ever been worried about. No. The problem was that the entire rest of the galaxy did. Which made it Cody’s problem in an entirely different way. Worse, it made it a Cody-and-Kenobi problem.

The next attempt upon Kenobi’s person came from an unexpected front. They were bound for a brief resupply on Triple-Zero when an invitation to some money laundering… ah, no, the term to politicians was fundraising… gala in the Senate rotunda. Naturally, this meant that Cody and a squad of Ghost’s finest accompanied the General. Not even here was free of dangers. Evidently.

Kenobi showed him around the rotunda and then around the arch-ceilinged hall the gala would take place in. Cody noted each red flag and ostentatious exit with a gimlet eye. Kenobi was giving him the side eye that meant his General was onto him, but Cody was fine with that. He’d seen how uncomfortable Kenobi could get when someone seemed intent on getting into his Temple-issue pants, even as beige as they were. Cody had his back, if nothing else. An impressive 83% of all assassinations occurred where the mark was most comfortable: at home. In the middle of a trusted routine. In the privy. Daily morning jog. Etcetera. Kenobi wasn’t comfortable in the Senate but he was most comfortable on Coruscant.

Ergo: this was the best time and optimal place to have Kenobi assassinated. Or something. Cody gave the skylights set high into the ceiling a look of deep misgivings.

“You’re plotting,” Kenobi murmured out of the side of his mouth. He managed to make it look like a gracious smile from the front.

“You’re plotting,” Cody replied. “I’m securing a perimeter.”

Only three busybodies tried their luck before the rest got the message: a handsy Pantoran aide that made Kenobi turn a delicate shade of oyster white before Cody firmly removed them from the vicinity. A tall Bith that liked to stand much too close to people who were clearly occupied with other matters was summarily dispatched to another side of the room. Sly fucking Moore, of all the people, attempted to get much too close to Cody’s General—despite the polite and subtle backpedaling Kenobi was hastily executing.

“That could have gone better,” Kenobi murmured as he watched Moore storm away.

Cody might have orchestrated a little accident with a Senator carrying a too-full glass of something viscous and lurid pink.

“You should try putting a bag over your head,” Cody said blandly. He accepted a plate of little shrimp creatures in a citrus reduction and ran a discreet scanner over it before handing it off to Kenobi.

“Doesn’t work nearly as well as you’d think it might,” Kenobi said mournfully. “You should try some, Cody.”

And then he held a shrimp creature out to Cody pinched between thumb and forefinger. A howl of laughter from the peanut gallery—blessedly silent up until now—split his earpiece. Cody winced and looked over Obi-Wan’s shoulder to where Gregor was consumed by a violent fit of coughing.

“Of course, sir.” Cody leaned forward an inch and took the shrimp in one bite. The tart pop of citrus complimented the fresh and light texture of the… thing. There was a little crunch of tiny eyes as he bit down. “Very… nice.”

“I thought so as well.” Kenobi nodded as if confirming a hypothesis and passed the now-empty tray back to a silent serving droid.

It wasn’t until they got back to the Negotiator that Kenobi confessed. They were taking off early enough the next morning that the both of them had deemed it unnecessary work to bunk either in the Temple or on-planet barracks, respectively. The lartie was nearly empty—Gregor had taken his boys to 79’s and no one else was out this late and wanting to take a transport back up to the venator. Cody didn’t envy his Captain the hangover he was about to be working through.

“I’m grateful to you,” Kenobi said, staring off through the tiny viewport that washed the planet surface out in shades of blue and slate.

Cody rocked from his heels to the balls of his feet and back. Kenobi would have to elaborate a little more than that.

“I didn’t quite cotton on to what you were doing until a few tens ago,” Kenobi continued.

Hm. That was… unexpected. Cody frowned in thought. He hadn’t started doing an official security detail until tonight. Oh, it wasn’t like he’d leave his General unsupervised in the middle of a hotbed or something. But Jedi were “free” “spirits.” Whatever that meant. Outside of meaning that Kenobi liked to hare off with little to no warning on a sheer whim. And he hadn’t exactly run the official thing past Kenobi until last night.

“But even as long as it took me to realize, I, I hope you know how very much I appreciate it.” Kenobi cleared his throat and folded his hands into the sleeves of his robe. Cody nearly barked at him to put a hand on the grab bar that was there for that very purpose. Nearly.

“Comes with the territory, sir,” Cody said slowly. He thought he knew what his Jedi was talking about. But the mind of Kenobi was a strange and labyrinthine thing.

“Well, you have always excelled in going above and beyond.” The look Kenobi sent him was warm with fondness. “I know I never said anything about… my discomfort of, ah… certain kinds of relationships and advances. It must seem strange, after you met Satine, and the sort of… carrying on I do with a few of our adversaries.”

Yes, the flirting. Cody’s mind slowly started to churn into a higher gear as he stared at the wall of the lartie. “Flirting’s one thing, sir,” he finally said. “And I wouldn’t presume to know what sort of relationships… that all’s your business.” And… it was safe enough to admit in the privacy of his own mind. Perhaps they were kindred spirits, in that way.

“I appreciate your perspective on the matter.” Kenobi closed his eyes for a moment and seemed to relax. The stress of the evening sloughed off his shoulders and fell to the floor. Cody could practically see his spine straightening and his spirits lifting. “I only wish more beings shared your sentiments. Ah, I suppose one might say that I open myself up to that kind of attention by virtue of being such a public figure. But expectations… can be so terribly twisted. But there’s a kind of distance inherent in… you know, I’m not sure I’m making much sense.”

“We must both be more tired than we’re letting on,” Cody said drily. He certain felt dead on his feet, and all he’d done this evening was follow Kenobi around and insert himself between wannabe suitors and his General. Sometimes bodily. “I think I understand what you mean, sir.” There was a difference between the kinds of relationships one chose, the kind of dynamic that was forged and strengthened over time, as opposed to expectations and roles forced upon you by others or an outside perspective. For such an insightful man, Kenobi really did struggle with putting his feelings into words sometimes.

Other times, he just didn’t talk about them at all.

“Yes, that must be it,” Kenobi said, voice quiet. He leaned his shoulder against Cody’s. The heat of his body could be felt clear through the Jedi robes and through Cody’s own dress grays. Cody leaned back into the touch and finally let that thought—that elusive feeling—the thing almost like a half-remembered dream of unconditional, unwavering trust and safety—sink through him and fill his chest.

[betelgo0ze]

I’ve officially lost my will to live so here is an in-depth analysis on Star Wars sexuality’s and by “in-depth” I mean this is longer than I originally expected.

To be clear, most of these(minus a few) are headcanons. I’d love to hear your own headcanons in a CALM and RESPECTFUL manner lol. Headcanons are personal opinions and these are mine but again, I’d love to hear yours. I’m open to updating this list.

Obi-Wan: Obi actually is a semi-confirmed queer character. His bisexuality was briefly hinted towards and at the end of the day it very easily could be written off but it’s definitely more confirmation than anyone expected. Again, headcanons are just that. HEADcanons. They are personal ideas therefore are not canon though with his queerness being hinted towards it’s easy to simply accept it but it’s also easy to write it off. Most ppl choose for it to be 100% canon since again, it’s open to interpretation. I am one of these ppl lol. He’s also mentioned to possibly be asexual and I’m semi on board with this. Asexuality is a spectrum but in my head Obi-Wan is either all in or all out(that’s what she said) and as an asexual person I’m going to try and separate myself from him as best as I can. I’m bi, enby and ace but my asexuality is something I don’t talk about often so I won’t go in depth on it but note that my views are way different than other aces but they also could be the same. Huge spectrum. So here are some ideas, not really married to any:

-He’s just. A wh0re. Completely 

-Slut in theory but not in practice 

-Gives off wh0re energy but is just ace

Idk he canonically flirts with all his enemies which could be seen as slut in theory but idk I can’t imagine him being completely ace at the very least. Positively demisexual? But VERY much so, probably has only been w Satine *cough*Cody*cough* but that’s it. Idk this one I don’t rlly have a set idea on

JUST REALIZED I WENT OFF OH OBES LMAO SO UHHH SPEEDRUN

Ashoka: baby gay. Anakin has one of those “I’m proud of my lesbian sister” shirts. Currently trying to find a “I’m disappointed that my brother can’t hide his forbidden romance plot line” shirt(also getting one for Obi)

Anakin: straight but with Padmé he takes it up the as-

Also he’s been with exactly no one else BUT Padmé I’m sorry he’s a simp

Padmé: zero evidence but she’s bi (bi wife energy plays in the background)also unrelated but a total girl failure every girl failure needs her boy failure 

Maul: unlike Padmé I’ve got SO much evidence but also not rlly. In headcanon town I like to think he’s got a thing for Obi but in a canon mindset that’s impossible. Unfortunately my man would kill Obi if he got the chance which he has and just failed but fanfiction exists for a reason❤️❤️❤️

Luke: not a prequel character but I just had to add him bros a TWINK

Cody: Also out of nowhere but I mentioned my love for Codywan up there so ummmmmmmmmm gay

[notitlesapply]

SITHSPAWN FOR THE WIP GAME!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sithspawn fic my beloved!!!!! It's my most active fic atm. Basic concept is that the clones are all Sithspawn and the Commanders (but not the regular troops) all knowing that they're supposed to kill (and eat) the Jedi. It's a Codywan fic in Cody's POV and deals a lot with him coming to terms with falling in love with someone he's supposed to kill...and finds particularly delicious smelling.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan is hinted to have actually figured out his feelings and is not so subtly wooing Cody with burgers, french fries, milkshakes, noodles, grilled meat skewers, etc. It surprisingly became a very food centric fic 😂

Ummm since you know a lot of the previous already lemme give something I haven't talked about before: there's a scene where the lightsaber rifle from the comics is used to snipe Palps, but I'm not sure if I want to keep it, or have Palps die in a more dramatic battle. This indecision is the source of most my writers block 😂

[elwenyere]

Last Line(s) Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I was tagged by @frostbitebakery: thank you so much for the tag, dear friend!!! Since it's also WIP Wednesday, please have a snip from last night's draft progress on the still-titleless Codywan Pirate AU.

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“You knew he was alive - knew we were within yards of meeting, but you kept it from me,” Cody continued. “Which means you meant for me to find out now. Why?”

“Because I’m going to make you an offer,” Kenobi said, “and I would like very much - for both our sakes - for you to accept it.”

Cody stared back. His chest felt tight, the pressure forcing a tide of acid up his throat.

“There’s not going to be any ransom,” he said. “You’re not going to let me go.” 

It shouldn’t have been a shock: of course, he’d known Kenobi’s reputation from the start. It would have been foolish to expect even the mercies he’d already received. Cody couldn’t stand to feel foolish. 

“I’m hoping you will choose to make your membership in our company voluntary.” 

There was a hint of apology in Kenobi’s voice that only wound Cody tighter.

“Why would I consent to that?” he demanded. “Out of gratitude? I have a family. I have people who need me. You’ve given me nothing that I didn’t have before you waylaid my ship - not even your first name.” 

“It’s Obi-Wan.”

There was a horrible scrape: Cody’s blade had gouged into the paneling, leaving a pale, beveled groove in the weathered boards of the deck.

“And it’s true I haven’t been entirely honest with you,” Kenobi said, “about the nature of my engagements.”

Cody snorted.

“You don’t say.”

Kenobi smiled.

“Professional habit,” he acknowledged, “and a personal one, perhaps. Other people have paid some rather high prices for my credulity in the past.”

Cody sighed, setting down his tools so he could clench his fists into the fabric of his pants.

“What can you tell me?”

.....

Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! I would love to see what you're working on, beloveds. <3

[lightasthesun]

hey so after all the polls and posts and hints and everything... how's the codywan shappic life going? has anyone taken a chance with anyone?? kidding. I know y'all haven't done shit.

[rochenn]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, put the last line of what you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as you want or have words

tagged a while ago by @friendlyneighbourhoodelf <3

Here's a snippet of Rifle chapter 3, which will be coming SOON. I promise.

Unlocking his own terminal, Cody frowned at the new directive in his inbox, one that definitely hadn’t been there an hour ago. He sifted through the files. None of the requests therein made sense.  “I thought the Narkina 5 project was one and done.” Eif sighed. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Now we’re gonna bust our asses over it again.” The facilities on that backwater planet had been finished a couple of years ago with help from their department. Supposedly, they were hydropower plants. While Cody didn’t doubt that power was being generated on Narkina 5, he had personally overseen some of the acquisitions made for the project from this very terminal, and their nature had ranged from reasonable to dubious. Not the amusing kind of dubious, but rather the sort that made you worry what exactly you were associating yourself with.  

Is that a hint of steel-reinforced plot? In MY codywan fic that was supposed to be PWP? It's more likely than you think (having codywan and Andor brainrot at the same time leads to dark places). Also, say hello to Captain Eif, Cody's least shitty nat-born colleague. I'm having a blast writing these scenes at HQ!

No-pressure tags: @charmwasjess @bolithesenate @in-a-mellow-tone @clonemmunism @ominouspuff @/You there! Yes, you! If you see this, go for it! I'm always forgetting folks anyway!

[weepylucifer]

okay here it is. i hinted at this one time in the tags of some reblog that probably no one noticed. but trust it has been on my mind. my AU with force-sensitive clones

so the kaminoans would probably want very hard to have everyone believe that clones can never have the force, and that is what they do tell everyone. bc they love to pretend that clones are little more than very adaptable flesh droids, and force sensitivity is a benchmark of sentience, and with the way the jedi make such a huge fuss abt it, they know that if they found clones to be strong in the force, they would get difficult about it and perhaps even about the whole war. so they spread the word around that clones cannot be force-sensitive at all ever, and most clones probably don't have any reason to question this

of course there are outliers bc clearly clones are people and can have the force like anyone else. we all know about clone trooper glitch. (in my opinion someone should also find a force-sensitive droid somewhere and let's see what happens THEN). but they'd be weeded out by the kaminoans before they can do anything with their abilities, and so word gets around the GAR that if you are the kind of trooper who makes things float sometimes, keep that shit to yourself or else. but most clones who are not strong in the force and don't have any brothers around them who are would likely never even consider this

okay this is our set-up

our focal character will be cody bc he's my favorite. i think if cody had the force he wouldn't notice. i love him but he's not the QUICKEST of all clones at questioning what the people in charge tell him. so he just wouldn't think about it. maybe obi-wan catches glimpses of something going on but, you know, these guys have SO much on their plates, they are fighting a war here. plus obi-wan might just go "of course i feel like cody's special somehow. it's attraction" and just brush it off as symptoms of codywan. maybe he considers looking into it but he never gets the time and then order 66 happens

so the force and the evil mind control chip do violent battle in cody's brain and he manages to snap out of it, but unfortunately too late. they've already shot obi-wan off the cliff, and cody has reason to assume he's dead now. everywhere jedi are dying. you know the drill

desperately, cody, for the first time in his life and purely on instinct, reaches into the force to somehow make things right. more than half mad with terror, as he is overpowered the way he's never been before by grief and rage and fear and suffering and horror and rage and guilt and rage and rage and rage, what he connects with, completely by accident, is actually, you guessed it, the dark side

the shit show began years ago when the clone war started, or perhaps the shitshow began even earlier, when sidious fell. but here is where the shitshow continues

[ankahikoibaat]

WIP Word Game

tagged by: @ossidae-passeridaetagging: @heatherfield @queenofglassbeliever @thesecondbatgirl @noneedforbloodpressure @littleblackraincloudofcourse @lowkeyed1 @bizzybee429 @peterbenjaminparkour @storyspinner91 @bisexualshakespeare @ouzoathena11 @mid-nighttiger @brachiosaurus-off @thegreencarousel (no pressure though)rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

The word was QUAIL. (wtf dae i'm gonna fight you you know how difficult it was to find something starting with Q??? and then this fic had no sentences starting with U. quietly screaming.)

(I dug up the codywan soulmark au, maybe i'll finally finish it?)

Q

Quinlan does not disagree. That would be a surprise in and of itself, except then the Kiffar pulls up his tunic and rolls down the top of his pants, and the mark he has had for years - the mark he shares with his Padawan - has changed.

U

- unimpressed snort says as much. "Trust is well and good, but that does not tell us much about why so many people's marks have changed. and why there are similarities to so many of them." She very deliberately is not touching her thigh, where her marks, faded and new, rest. "We need to find out who is on the other end of these. And protect them."

A

A hand rests on his shoulder, and Quinlan squeezes gently while Aayla leans against his side, her warmth a comfort. There are threads of gentle calm being woven around him, and it is a balm to his soul. It soothes him, this tangible reminder that his family is with him. Obi-Wan lets his panic leach away with a slow exhale. He gives the Council a half-bow of apology, which they wave off silently.

I

It is three years before Feemor gets a hint of a trail, an inkling to follow. The Force guides him to the edges of Mandalorian space, and he hears things that, quite frankly, shock him. And it takes a lot to shock a Jedi, much less a Shadow.

L

- leads him to a village, too close by far to the Nightsisters. Feemor can sense them - the Dark of their magic sliding uncomfortably against the edge of his awareness. And the twist to the Force around the Nightbrothers - it is not wholly Dark, and they are mostly untrained, but there is power here.

Your word is AMUSE.

[p4nishers]

i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

[catboydogma]

years of nothing have subsided

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

@codywanweek 2024 day 8 prompts: 5th anniversary

notes: title is, of course, from anniversary by autoheart (The codywan band of all time). this concludes my contributions to this year's codywan week. whew! i haven't written this much in consecutive days in a long time lol. thank you very much to everyone who has taken the time to comment, i couldn't have made it to all eight prompts without y'all. thank you to the mods as well for running the event + the wonderful prompts. here's to another successful year of being Normal about Those Old Men!

wc: 1,823

cross-posted to ao3

The weekend came upon Cody with a vengeance. Before he knew it he was watching his class of younglings—Jedi Junior Padawans and clone cadets alike—filter out of the training salle with a sense of acute exhaustion. They were good kids. Mostly. But, hells, Cody was sure he hadn’t had that much energy as a cadet. The hand-to-hand module was progressing right on track—mostly due to Cody’s own diligence and rigor, and partially due to Obi-Wan having an uncanny sense of when to show up with a round of snacks and odd tasks to provide breaks.

A text alert made his comm chime from where Cody had left it half-buried in his bag. He started in on unwrapping his hands and slung a towel over his shoulders, blotting the side of his face against his shoulder. He had just enough time to grab a shower and change before—

OWK: Dinner tonight with Rex, yes? I can turn the heat down on the roast if you are indisposed

C: Yes. Class finished. ETA 5. Do not forget the paprika. And stir. The fond is key to the flavor.

C: None of your peppers.

OWK: They might add a nice kick

C: You will put the entire pepper in after alleging that it will be quote a shame unquote to let the rest quote simply lay around unquote. No peppers.

OWK: Ah, if you insist…

With a new sense of urgency rising, Cody decided his normal cooldown stretch could be cut short by a few minutes. It could be said that he trusted Obi-Wan with his life. But he did not trust the man with his recipes.

Cody’s shower was blessedly free of any and all interruptions—Obi-Wan had tasked himself to making some steamed buns. He had to go down the hall to Quinlan to source some eggs for the filling, which resulted in Quinlan following Obi-Wan back into their apartment like a stray massiff. At least by then the roast had finished and Cody could more successfully fend off attempts to add things even if the attempts were now on two fronts.

“So, who else are you expecting?” Quinlan asked as he eyed the fourth plate Cody put down.

“Rex will be joining us,” Obi-Wan said with a fond smile sent Cody’s way. “He’s back on-planet refueling for the time being. Cody’s been trying to angle for getting him set up somewhat closer.”

Cody just shook his head. Rex had always been a stubborn kid. Yeah, maybe Cody had hinted a couple times that now CoCo Town had a nice little ujalayi and specialty sweets store that stocked just the kind of things Rex was obsessed with. And maybe he had casually let Rex know that Ahsoka Tano was back on Coruscant and working closely with the same relief group that Fives and a recovering Echo had attached themselves to. But the man was free to come to his own decisions.

“He’ll always find his way back to you,” Quinlan said to Cody, reaching out to steady the wide dish of slow-cooked roast still simmering in its own juice. Cody looked up at Quinlan, startled by the strangely—for Vos—earnest comment.

“Thanks,” Cody said. For the comment or the help with the dish—he wasn’t sure yet.

Quinlan just winked at him and lounged back in his chair again. “Hey, good thing the kids aren’t in-Temple, actually. You’d have randos just dropping in all over the place once they get a whiff of this. Cody, you’re wasted on this guy. He thinks raw crab is a culinary delicacy.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said drily, looking over Quinlan’s head to meet Cody’s eyes. “What a terrible thing, to have uninvited guests dropping in without prior notice or warning. I can’t imagine what one might do in such a scenario.”

Yeah, that was Vos in a bucket. Insightful and touchingly reassuring one moment. Clever asshole in the next.

A polite knock sounded at the door and Obi-Wan—who had been pretending not to be standing around and waiting for this exact thing—waved a hand at the control panel.

“I come bearing gifts!” Rex announced hastily. Smart. Cody would have to bide his time to get his mandatory headlock in before Rex left for the night.

“Oh, this looks lovely,” Obi-Wan said in delight. “Did you go all the way to Little Keldabe for this?”

“Nah,” Rex said, grinning at Cody over his sheet pan of ujalayi. “There’s this new place down in CoCo Town that Cody recommended to me a bit ago. Figured I’d go over and see what all the fuss is about. They’ve got a good selection on hand.”

Little shit.

Obi-Wan cast an all-too-amused look at Cody as he relieved Rex of the tray and set it down on the counter further into the kitchen. “Sit down, you came just in time. The nai wong bao will take a bit longer, but that’s for the best.”

Cody accepted compliments of his cooking with good grace and the four of them passed most of the meal in peace—for a given value of sharing a meal with Quinlan and Cody’s vod’ika. There was some inherent property to Quinlan that made Obi-Wan operate on 20% more smug when they were in close proximity.

And then, just as Cody was beginning to get suspicious at the noticeable lack of overt shit-stirring, Rex gave him a jaunty little grin.

“Happy anniversary to the both of you, too. I would’ve thought the two of you’d be doing something with just the two of you tonight, so I appreciate you making the time.”

“Oh, shit! You didn’t say anything, Obi,” Quinlan said, shaking his locs back and eyeing Obi-Wan with vicious glee. “That’s so sweet! What is this, six years? Seven years?”

“Five,” Cody said automatically. He wasn’t one for anniversaries. It was a date on a calendar. There was no reason for him to assign some arbitrary importance to a day and celebrate his relationship with Obi-Wan when he could celebrate their relationship any day of the week. Anytime. Any place. In the main room. The shower. Over the counter, a couple memorable times.

He’d assumed Obi-Wan felt the same way—the man never brought it up.

“Is it really today?” Obi-Wan asked, looking much too invested in this. “I hadn’t thought it was such… public knowledge.”

“Yeah, I mean.” Rex showed Obi-Wan a still from a datapad he’d had tucked away somewhere and Cody blinked as a wash of recollection swept over him.

One of their first engagements together—not just a ground skirmish or a dogfight above atmo, but a real drawn out battle with both Obi-Wan and Cody commanding from the frontlines—had been a turning point in the regard Cody had held for his General. Somehow Rex had gotten his hands on a holo of the two of them afterwards. They were both covered in blood and sweat and Cody thought that the fuzzy dark spots on Obi-Wan’s robes had been charred blaster holes at the time. They were tucked away next to a holo-table with a map of the enemy forces the 501st and 212th had been routing, heads bent together, shoulders brushing. Even more damningly, holo-Cody had a faint smile on his face as he watched his General gesture about the table.

“Oh,” Quinlan cooed at the same time Obi-Wan let out a faint “ah.” Cody, whose senses were now finely attuned to this sound from Obi-Wan, instinctively turned to look at him.

“You didn’t forget our anniversary, did you, Cody?” Obi-Wan asked plaintively.

“I should be asking you that question,” Cody said. He could not let this slander go on unchallenged. “You didn’t even mention it this morning.”

“—really heartwarming stuff,” Rex said to Quinlan as he swiped across his datapad and showed Quinlan another picture. “Look at that. Five whole years, wow.”

“Does our anniversary mean so little to you?” Obi-Wan asked. His eyes somehow got rounder and he laid a hand over Cody’s. “Five years is a significant milestone, Cody. I can’t believe this from you…”

Cody turned his hand over to trap Obi-Wan’s fingers in his. “I made you dinner, sweetheart. I can’t believe it took a reminder from Rex, of all people. And you didn’t even get me anything—”

“—‘s a good one.” Quinlan nodded approvingly and poked a finger at the screen of Rex’s datapad. “You should send that to Dex. He’ll get you free lunches for the rest of your life for that one.”

“Do excuse me,” Obi-Wan said cordially to Cody. He turned and lunged across half the table for Rex’s datapad—Rex turned out of the way just in time and Quinlan cackled, throwing his head back and eyes squinting shut in mirth.

“You two saps are disgusting,” Rex half-shouted at Cody as he skipped back from the table to escape Obi-Wan’s clutches. “Really, neither of you remembered your own anniversary? Prime’s tits, Cody. You really do deserve each other.”

“Show.” Cody pointed a threatening finger at Rex and smoothed his other hand down Obi-Wan’s back soothingly.

Rex gave Cody a shit-eating grin and flipped the datapad around to reveal a holo taken of Obi-Wan asleep on a fully-armored Cody’s shoulder. His hair was messily tangled over half his face and the light caught on a line of what was quite clearly drool dropping from the corner of his open mouth to Cody’s cuisse. Holo-Cody had his helmet off, glaring bloody murder and pointing two portentous fingers at the viewfinder. There was a telling patch of lines and imprints on one of holo-Cody’s cheeks—like he’d fallen asleep on the shoulder of someone wearing Jedi tunics.

Obi-Wan let out a sound of devastation and half-heartedly tried to make another grab for Rex. It was clear his heart wasn’t in it. “And you would do this to us on our very important fifth anniversary, Rex…”

“If it were that important, you wouldn’t have gotten it from me,” Rex said.

Cody let himself get a good chuckle out of that as he turned his head to press a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple. “Yeah, alright. I was under the impression that you didn’t care for anniversaries.”

“I don’t,” Obi-Wan said with stiff dignity as he pushed himself to his feet and retreated into the kitchen to check on his steamed buns. “And I was under the impression that you had no strong feelings about them, either.”

“Five years is a long time,” Cody said thoughtfully. Maybe they could do something just this once. Just the two of them. Obi-Wan smiled at him over as he returned to the table with a tray of sweets and Cody couldn’t stop himself from smiling back. Yeah… maybe the two of them could try out having a special occasion just for the two of them. Nothing fancy. All he needed was Obi-Wan here with him.