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Pairing: CodyWan x Fem!OC (Ella Orunitia) Rating: SFW - Future Installments will not be. Minors DNI. Summary Ella and Cody Meet, a taste of Ella's background (no secret, is available on her OC page along with art of her HERE). Warnings: None Word Count :1831 Graphic Header and Dividers by:@sunshinesdaydream (me)

Ella brought her ship into the landing bay of the Negotiator. The bay buzzed with activity. Many troopers were doing some kind of drill with a troop carrier and others were moving cargo containers as they were directed.

Obi Wan was not there. Not that she’d readily recognize him. She hadn’t seen him since before they were padawans. Well, since she had become a Padawan. Master Mozh had scooped her up at a fairly young age when it came to padawans. They had claimed to keep her out of trouble. It hadn’t worked. From what she had heard for Obi Wan it had been later than typical. Evidently it had been for the best, the council had been clearly highly impressed with him. Or the rest of the council, since he himself had been made a master and had a seat on the council. Yoda in particular had been pleased when telling her that she would operate out of ‘his’ cruiser that he ran the third systems army from.

Ella had been away from the Temple most of her adult life. Too busy on digs, managing them, and fundraising for them. The academic side of the order was of less concern to central temple life and goings on.

She however was surprised by Master Yoda remembering her, and slightly embarrassed by his remembrance of her Padawan escapades. “Choose you for this we did . Remember you going to the lower levels, we did.” he had said.

With a sigh and a prayer to the force that she wouldn’t be expected to have military knowledge when she had none, Ella straightened her shoulders and cleared her mind so she could act the part. As she had done at many benefit dinners, galas, and most recently in front of the council.

Ella descended the ramp, her lightsaber swinging in an unfamiliar way at her hip. Usually it was in a protective case on her lower back, she rarely used it and it kept it from getting dust encrusted on the dig sites.

“It’s war, El,” Quinlan had said on her brief layover at the temple, as he was lounging on her bed. “You have to have it at the ready,”

Rolling her eyes as she had clipped her saber to her belt, spun in a circle, “Proper warrior now?” she asked.

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back, “You look like you might be about to battle a datapad. I think I prefer the dirt covered look. You do know you are going to rendezvous with the third systems army, not debate relics with some scholars?”

She poked him in the chest, “Well at least I clean up occasionally,”

The woman that walked down the ramp wasn’t anything Cody expected. Firstly, he expected General Orunitia to be dressed much like other Jedi he had met. However she was dressed more like an upperclass lady that had just stepped out of a cafe heading back to a library than a Jedi getting off a fairly rough looking lightcargo ship into a war vessel.

As she approached him and Waxer at the bottom of the ramp she said, “Hello. Ella Orunita, I’ve been sent by the council,”

“CC-2224, Commander Cody,” He replied. He was using the very practiced crisp professional tone he used with most people, “We’ve been expecting you, General,”

Though her pleasant expression didn’t change he picked up that she had been surprised. It couldn’t be that a general would be surprised a commander would greet them on arrival. She must not have been made aware of the Jedi Knights and above automatically becoming generals.

“This is Wooley,” he introduced his brother as he pulled back on his usual crisp and military way of speaking in these settings. “Make sure her ship is given a full post flight run down, I want it at top performance at all times,” He exchanged a look with Wooley as he spoke, a change of plans. He didn’t quite know why himself yet, but he intended on showing her the ship.

“Right away,” Wooley answered him. “Ma’am,” he nodded to Ella and went about organizing a handful of flight deck crew to attend to her ship.

“General Kenobi is in a meeting with the Jedi Council, I will show you around until he is done,”Cody informed her.

“Thank you, Commander,” Ella responded as she began to walk along side him.

“My pleasure,” He answered, “They didn’t inform you,”

“That I’m a general?” Ella asked. “No. Four rotations ago I was digging in the dirt on Villea Beta. They barely gave us enough time to preserve the site. Because the next thing I know I’m being given the ship and told to come here,”

“Digging, ma’am?” Cody wondered, having no idea at all what she meant.

“I’m an archeologist,” Ella bit her lip and glanced at him before continuing. “I study the past, mostly through objects. They are usually buried because they’ve been in place for a long time. Long enough that it might be before the written record. Or not thought important enough at the time to be written down. Especially if it isn’t about the ruling classes,”

As she went on Cody noted that she visibly relaxed, beginning to actually smile a genuine smile.

“For example your armor,” Ella turned towards him, nearly walking sideways as she continued. “It serves an obvious purpose. Things about the armor, it’s performance level, it’s design, would be written down and recorded. Those are important facts that would determine how you fight and so how battles can be won or lost. So a record of that would remain. What wouldn’t be written down are the designs. What you paint on them and why?. I’ve been around troopers for all of ten minutes, but I know it’s not indicative of rank. Some have a standard paint job, others are more customized and elaborate. Is it creative based? Is it a social and cultural aspect that is unrelated? Does each one have particular meaning? Is it a universal language? We would have to locate enough examples to come up with even a hypothesis. That is the kind of thing that have people like me digging in the dirt and debating in years to come. The living element of history.”

“For what purpose, ma’am?” Cody asked. As her obvious excitement ramped up as she spoke he found it more and more endearing. He wanted to answer those questions for her, hear the ones he couldn’t answer.

Ella seemed suddenly aware of her surroundings and circumstances, her voice dropped, “Ah, curiosity. Maybe to understand our place in the galaxy better? I suppose there are more important things now,”

“You wouldn’t have been sent here if what you did was unimportant, general,” Cody responded, trying to reassure her. He hadn’t wanted to dampen her spirits. He thought curiosity was an excellent reason for doing things. “This way. I’ll show you your quarters first, then the bridge. It should give you a good reference for finding your way around the ship.”

Ella was sure the commander was signaling to his men to tone down the formality when he introduced her to several of them. However she hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t been offered anything other than names in introduction and her new rank was rarely mentioned.

By the time he had shown her where her quarters were, Ella had become comfortable in his presence. So much so she felt she could be more herself and not the performative mask she usually hid behind in social situations.

After she was introduced to two ARC troopers they passed, Jett and Sterling, she asked. “What is the difference between different troopers? I mean, what is different about ARC troopers compared to others?”

With a smile Cody began, “They usually start out as a regular trooper, they get picked for extra training and special missions when they excel in the field. Handpicked by their officers who know them. Not just on abilities, but spirit as well,”

Cody continued, telling her some of the more specific training an ARC would get until they arrived at their next stop, “This is the primary med bay. We just rendezvoused with the med frigate, so it should be quiet right now. The most critical and longer recovery injuries get transferred. Medical frigates have more space for the injured and medical supplies. They mostly have mostly defensive weaponry and usually have a smaller escort attack vessel. They stay close, but not too close to active zones,”

It was pretty empty inside. But there were a handful of what she realized were teenagers from the temple, ones that had elected not to become knights and focus solely on the healing arts, going through the room and cleaning it up.

“I ordered our chief medical officer, Brace, to rest since we are at a lull. It appears he has listened for once,” Cody said.

“He fell asleep at the readout console, so I had a couple of the other medics take and dump him in his bunk,” a deeper voice said, approaching them from behind.

“Mig!” Ella exclaimed, turning to the familiar voice. She immediately hugged the tall zabrak.

“Hello, Ella” his voice rumbled, he patted her back.

“You already know Master Vono,” Cody said. Something about his tone tugged at Ella’s stomach.

“Master Vono?” She asked.

“I took a Padawan,” he offered in response.

Ella stepped back next to Cody, resting her fingers lightly on his arm as she answered him. “Mig was head healer on the first dig I managed,”

“I hope you are more cautious now with age,” Mig answered.

“Many do,” she grinned.

“Just keep yourself out of here,” He told her.

“That’s the plan,” Ella smiled.

Mig answered, his voice nearing a growl, “keep an eye on this one, Commander,” before walking off to give orders to the younger healers and medics.

Cody then led her to the mess hall.

“There’s so many people on the ship? How do you get everyone through?” She asked, thinking of managing the dining situations on various digs and expeditions she had managed.

“The main mess hall works on a fairly strict schedule. The ship’s crew have a set schedule they go by. When we are on board too, the men get put into the schedule depending on other training and duties they have. It can be fairly changeable, but we have a decent team that takes care of it.”

Cody gestured to a smaller room near the massive hall. “This is the auxiliary mess. Mostly used by officers and others whose schedules aren’t exactly routine. Anyone from the medical staff to General Kenobi.”

They made their way to the forward command tower. On the main bridge they stood on the walkway and he pointed out all the stations explaining the function of each. He had gotten halfway through when behind them they heard, “Hello Ella, it has been a long time,”

She turned quickly and was looking into Obi Wan’s sparkling blue eyes.

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 7 months

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*crashes in like the kool-aid man*

hi ya! would you be interested in sharing some HCs of Ilani x CodyWan 👀?

Looking forward to hearing your ideas! 💙💙

Sev, you're a genius. A genius, I tell you. I'm unwell for these three together, and it's all your fault <3

all HCs below the cut

Ilani x CodyWan

How they met:

Ilani and Obi-Wan were practically creche mates; she’s only a few years older than him, at most, and so they spent a lot of their childhoods together. She was there after Qui-Gon abandoned Obi-Wan on a wartorn planet for a year, being the first one to welcome him home and make sure he was okay. As a youngling, she harbored a crush on Obi-Wan (a mutual attraction); as Padawans, they never did more than kiss, but that was enough at the time. And when the time came, she couldn’t have been prouder of her best friend’s appointment to the Council.

When the war broke out, and they were assigned to separate clone units, they still stayed in touch via comms at least once a week. On joint missions, especially the ones that required a subtler touch, Ilani was often assigned to keep Obi-Wan in check—Obi-Wan, and his clone commander, Cody.

Ilani could tell instantly that there was something between the two of them from the get-go, even before either man was willing to admit it to themselves or each other.

General HCs

At first, she was a little jealous—but one night, a year or more into the war, Cody approached her, his Force signature absolutely shot through with nerves, to ask how best to ask his General about his feelings. He even went so far as to request that she be present for that conversation, since “you know him so well. Better than I do. I want...no, I need your expertise, General.”

She obliged; during that encounter, Obi-Wan looked at her with wide, fearful eyes—fearful not because he was taken aback by Cody’s forwardness, but fearful that his attachment to them both would tear them all apart. Ilani assured him, as did Cody, that he didn’t have to choose between them. He could have them both. It surprised all three of them; but in the end, it was the best decision all three of them could have made.

Cody and Obi-Wan have the stronger bond of the three, but Ilani’s history with Obi keeps them grounded. Her dry wit is a perfect mirror of Cody’s, and they both drive Obi-Wan crazy with their senses of humor.

Often meet under the guise of discussing battle tactics or reviewing the most recent skirmishes for ways to improve. (They fool most people, but their former padawans know better. Not like Anakin can say shit anyways.)

She sometimes forgets that Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master in his own right, and Cody gently reminds her when she attempts to tell her creche mate when he should be more careful, or not put himself in harm’s way, or do anything rash.

NSFW HCs:

Tentative at first. For both Obi-Wan and Ilani, there’s a lot of guilt and repressed desires to work through; Cody is endlessly patient with both of them, even when they aren’t patient with themselves. It’s because of this that Cody often takes the lead in the bedroom. He implements a check-in system, though at some point he realizes he can just tell by looking at them how they are.

Ilani doesn’t always need or want to be involved. She’s perfectly content to lay back and watch Cody and Obi-Wan make love, bringing herself to climax with just her fingers, satisfied enough with experiencing the afterglow in their Force signatures. She also always reaps the benefits of post-sex cuddles.

Her favorite, and Obi-Wan’s too she suspects, is when she sits on Obi-Wan’s face while Cody fucks him. It lets her play with both of her boys: sloppy kisses traded with Cody before she sucks them both off and/or jerks them off simultaneously, both of her hands just big enough to fit around their cocks together.

For their parts, Cody and Obi-Wan both love watching the other pick Ilani apart and put her back together. Cody’s favorite is to bury his face between her legs for hours, just tasting her, making her cum again and again. Obi-Wan, by contrast, discovers early on that he immensely enjoys cockwarming, and Ilani is more than happy to lie there and simply flex around him until he breaks and gives her what she wants.

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obes-kenobes-benos · 7 months

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Cody: It's hard being the most responsible member of the family sometimes, but I love my riduur and ade and that's what matters-

Von: Buir! O'Buir and Wooley tried making ramen in the caff pot and broke everything!

Cody: ...

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Who is Von

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darthmalewife · 9 months

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Cody accidentally adopts a shiny, her name is Hazel and she has a large face tattoo, she likes to blow shit up and will beat your ass when sparring [she will cheat] and Cody doesn't realise he's adopted her until Obi-Wan asks him about it one day when they're doing paperwork

"So, how did you end up adopting a shiny?"

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"Cody, we've been over this it's Obi-Wan. I mean Hazel, I haven't seen you spend that much time with a shiny before. And according to Rex he's an uncle."

"If Rex is her uncle wouldn't that make you her stepdad?"

"I suppose so, I have to say I like the mother look on you."

"Did you just imply I'm a mommy, sir?"

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #clone oc hazel #codywan #obi wan x cody #captain rex

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purgeturbia · 7 months

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i've been working on something for... quite a while. i'm not ready to share the whole thing yet (read: it's not even close to being finished), but this part of it, while mostly unedited, can stand pretty well on its own, so have a little bit of smitten obi-wan. as a treat.

*eta bc i forgot the first time: ~2k, canon-typical mentions of death but nothing graphic, mostly fluff

the rest of the work is not like this.

XXXVII. START WARS AND BURN CITIES

When he and Cody and the 212th had liberated planets from the Separatists — although he muses, now, that they had not done much liberating at all, if the end result was the desolate fear-space the galaxy has become — there had often been more time spent cleaning up the aftermath of their battles than there had been actually fighting. The machine of war was not a tidy one, and Obi-Wan hated to leave innocent people in a worse state than he had found them.

Often, during these pseudo-recovery times, he was excluded from the physical labor. Cody tended to push Obi-Wan off into the command tent to fill out the hundreds of forms that came with successful completion of a campaign, saying, “There are thousands of vod’e, sir, and only one of you,” but Obi-Wan saw it for what it really was — a chance (an order) to rest “for once in your kriffing life, General.”

Obi-Wan, after the first few campaigns, never argued. Crash would be on his ass for trying to help with cleanup anyway, and he did so despise being hauled to the medbay.

Though his stack of requisition forms and reports to write and casualty lists was always far larger than he cared to admit, Obi-Wan was, despite his field ban, never one to sit idle in command after a battle. He would, instead, crank out as much flimsiwork as he could before his body began to ache with the stillness of it all, and then he would mingle with the troops. The shinies, especially, were emboldened by his presence among them. They were so young, even the veteran troopers, and anything he could do to ease the pain of a life defined by war was an obligation, even if it was just a kind word here or there.

He was never content with the mental state of his men. Even after a decisive victory, or a battle with minimal casualties, or a skirmish with none at all, there was a sharp edge to their presences in the Force. Their hands shook ever so slightly and their smiles were never quite genuine and their eyes were constantly moving, observing, calculating.

The war lived inside all of them, himself included. The thing was, though, that Obi-Wan had had those few glorious years, before Qui-Gon and Bandomeer and Melida/Daan and the rest of his life that had come crashing down around him and never stopped, where there was no war in his bones.

His troops had been born with the war in them, and that was a pain he could not take away.

Even so, he would move through the camp like a fish through water, dropping hands to pauldrons and calling greetings across the expanse of tents. He would bring rations and fill canteens, and linger around medical looking for tasks until Crash told him to stop lurking and go bother somebody who would appreciate it. He’d always wiggled his eyebrows afterward, though, and told Obi-Wan very dramatically where Cody had gotten off to, so it was easy to see that he was never truly upset. Obi-Wan, in return, would blush about sixteen shades of red and very pointedly stalk off in the opposite direction of wherever Cody happened to be.

It was on one such occasion, on a forested planet Obi-Wan can no longer remember the name of, that he had turned away from Crash (and, he’d thought, Cody), only to stumble upon his commander preparing to direct half of Phantom Company through the process of removing a fallen tree that had crushed a house and blocked most of the packed-dirt road stretching through one of the little settlements they’d come planetside to defend. Obi-Wan could have moved the tree himself in a matter of seconds, but. Cody had told him to stay out of the cleanup, and one of his least favorite things in a time with many unpleasantries was upsetting Cody.

So he’d lingered on the outskirts, observing. Phantom acted, of course, as a well-oiled machine, and though fierce pride for his men bubbled up in his chest, Obi-Wan allowed himself a moment of indulgence. He leaned against a still-standing tree just behind the houses across the way from the crushed one, and watched Cody work. He was a study in professionalism, in genius, even when faced with a task so simple as moving debris. Cody burned with a focused intensity that matched the sunburst on his armor as he paced around the tree, and they had spent long enough nights hunched together over sims and holotables that Obi-Wan could easily guess the questions being mentally asked and answered in quick succession: how heavy is the trunk? How many troops do I need to lift it? If we apply more leverage here, will the house be more damaged or less?

It struck Obi-Wan then that he had not had time for fanciful things like poetry since the war’s beginning — but then again, maybe he didn’t need it. Maybe it had been right in front of him all along.

It was in the midst of this realization that he was pulled out of his thoughts by a presence at his elbow. When he turned, it wasn’t a clone, as he’d been expecting, but one of the locals; a wizened old woman leaning on a painstakingly carved wooden cane. She was not looking at Obi-Wan, but at the troopers as they worked. She was looking at Cody.

She had spoken before Obi-Wan could. “Strange, isn’t it.”

He waited a beat, and then another. She was silent beside him. “That would depend on what it is, I suppose,” he said eventually.

She laughed, though it was more of a huff than anything. The indulgent sort of laugh that comes from a person who knows a joke has been made but who doesn’t really feel like laughing. “All of this. The war, the clones. The Jedi, leading them. You’re not meant for this, are you.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t answer it. “You know,” he murmured, “you’re the first person … outside of all this, to notice that.”

She laughed again. It was no more sincere than the first time. “Am I really on the outside, Master Jedi?” she asked. “Are any of us?”

Obi-Wan knew she was right, so he merely inclined his head. Cody was positioning Phantom around the tree. It looked like his plan was to heave it up and over the houses and the road using applied leverage from the base, and dismantle it for lumber once its position was no longer an immediate problem. It was a good plan, very practical, very Cody, and Obi-Wan couldn’t quite keep a small smile from creeping across his face.

He startled when the woman spoke again. “Is it worth it, then?”

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed and he hummed, confused. To protect the innocent, of course the war was worth it. He wasn’t meant for it, none of the Jedi were, but he would fight it a thousand times over to save those who could not save themselves. Why would she ask him that? Why else would he be here?

He felt eyes on him, then, and turned to see the woman finally looking at him and not at his troops. Something in her face reminded him of Yoda, like she had lived a dozen of his lifetimes and known more than he could ever hope to learn. “Is it worth it,” she repeated, and continued, “for him.”

All of the breath left Obi-Wan’s body in a rush. He suddenly felt exposed, uncovered, though he was sure of his safety in the saber hung at his belt and his trusted men not forty meters away. Little gods. Two words was all it took to undo the great Negotiator. But he supposed nobody had ever come so close to his soul with two words before. He was, for the first time in a very, very long time, unsure of what to say.

“I —” he started, and stopped just as quickly, because he’d been about to defend himself, but there was no need to defend in a battle that was already over. He settled on, finally, “He is … very dear to me.”

“You would not have met him without this war.” Something in her voice was sharp, and he knew the words he spoke next would determine whether he passed a test she didn’t even know she was setting. “He would not even exist.”

He chose his response carefully. “No. But sometimes I think — perhaps it would have been a gift, for them, to never have lived at all.” He took a deep breath, steadying. “They have never known anything but war. They were bred for it, raised on it, and now they breathe it and eat it and it haunts their dreams. As much as the idea of it pains me, a galaxy without him in it, he would not exist without his brothers, and they would not exist without the war in their bones.” He turned back, toward Cody, who was helping lift the base of the tree, readying to swing it out away from the road. “How can that be worth it? The misery of millions for the happiness of one?”

The tree was suddenly standing again, propelled into the sky by Cody’s careful placement of force and the sheer brute strength of battle-hardened troopers. It wheeled above them for a moment, rotating, before crashing into the ground and sending up a cheer from the men. Obi-Wan was caught momentarily in the sunbeams of Cody’s victory smile, radiant, glorious, beautiful even from a distance.

“You love him,” said the woman.

To hear the words out loud tore at something in him. He would never be able to say them himself, but he’d stopped denying the truth of them long ago. “Yes,” he said simply. “He deserves more than this, better than this. I would never wish this existence upon him, and in another life I would never claim this war to be worth it just so I might have the honor of —” the word loving stuck viscerally in his throat and he swallowed around it, “of knowing him again.”

Obi-Wan folded his arms tightly, wishing he had thought to bring his robes with him then, if only for something to do with his hands. Cody, having finished delegating the deconstruction of the tree, had spotted the odd pair and was heading over, bright with his success.

The woman, looking at Cody and then back at Obi-Wan, huffed that strange not-laugh again. “If you win this war, Master Jedi, will it have been worth it?”

With Cody striding toward him, Obi-Wan was stuck between the sensations of a heart full to bursting with the pain of a love he could never truly have and the gut-punch realization that maybe, someday, he could. He barely managed to gasp out an “Oh, I —” before Cody was upon them, saying, “General, sir, I thought I told you to stay at camp,” but his smile betrayed him, and Obi-Wan found himself grinning back, breathless, and for a brief moment there was no war and no winning and no losing; there was only them, together, and the galaxy was theirs for the taking.

Now, the surface of Tatooine is dark and chilled. Wind whistles around the hut on the edge of the Dune Sea — a sandstorm will hit in the next few days, and in the morning they’ll need to start preparing. The memory of that woman comes back to him, unbidden, and he clings tighter to Cody, wrapped in his arms on Obi-Wan’s lumpy old bed. He thinks of Anakin, as much as it hurts to, and of the thousands of fallen Jedi, and of every clone forced to take the life of innocents, their bodies their own but not their minds. The war lost him everything, everyone, and everywhere he’s ever loved. But little gods. Cody is alive. He’s here, and safe, and they’re together again, his sunshine returned to him. Obi-Wan hates himself for it (hate leads to the dark — please, stop, please), but the worst parts of his soul are screaming it: maybe for this, this small salvation in the ruins, everything had been worth it after all.

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adhd-coyote · 8 days

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Technically, by my timezone, today's update for And Wait for Yours to Interlock isn't late. So a not-late update for this fic!

And Wait for Yours to Interlock - Chapter 6 - adhd_coyote, TheDarkRat - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 6: Wash That Realization Right Out of Your Hair Rating: M Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairings: Cody/Obi-Wan, Past Fox/Cody, Future Fox/Cody/Obi-Wan, background Thire/Stone, Waxer/Boil Chapter Summary: Cody and Obi-Wan get ready for bed, and Cody has a few realizations.

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anyawnq · 1 year

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i just realized i never shared this w u so here have this codywan witcher au

you can’t tell me obi wan wouldnt absolutely slap as a bard

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lexlightning2002 · 9 months

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*which aren't really my OCs but the movie they are from is SO rare, that no one will know them anyways (it's a stupid german movie, all of the Germans out there: YOU KNOW WHAT MOVIES GERMANY HAS)

#my polls #my favourite ships #octogoblin #octoblin #ottoborn #otto x norman #dr otto octavius #norman osborn #codywan #star wars #clone wars #my ocs #ocs #stupid german movies #which no one knows anyways #i mean even my german friends wont know this movie #german movie

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sunshinesdaydream · 7 months

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Hey Sunshine! For your OC shipping ask game, I'd love to know your HCs for Ella if she were in a poly relationship with Codywan! 😍

Polyshipping CodyWan?? LETS GO! I'm probably way too excited about this.

-Ella has managed to get assigned to follow Obi Wan and Cody to assess danger to artifacts. Cody is much happier that she is with one of the two of them more often than not. When she is requested to go somewhere else for artifact retrieval he sends two troopers with her. Obi Wan signs off on it to keep Cody happy. Ella is annoyed, but pleased at the gesture.

-He has sent the Bad Batch with her once. She threw a fit after her covert retrieval went sideways and "never again!" Obi Wan laughed.

-Though Ella never thought her saber was much good for anything other than cutting a path through underbrush she has thrown herself infront of either of them with saber in hand to defend them.

-Cody might not say anything but just hand his saber back to him. Ella gives ObiWan grief about it. She teaches Cody how to use it "Well he has it half the time, he may as well know how to use it!"

-Obi Wan calls the other two his darlings. But this can shift in meaning from beloved to tormentors (affectionate)

Was that five already? can't be. Spice below the cut.

-90% of the time there isn't a lot of sub/dom dynamics going on. A lot of gentle directing and encouraging from all involved. VERY into showing off for each other. There are a lot of pictures a lot of video.

-the other 10% of the time... Ella's in a bratty mood so Cody corners her in her quarters and fucks her until she is "sweet and full" and then sends her to ObiWan's quarters and a com message to Obi Wan that he is sending a gift his way.

-or Cody and Ella decide Obi Wan isn't getting enough sleep so they team up against him to wear him out until he passes out.

-or Obi Wan will decide Cody should have a treat and so ties up both himself and Ella in various ways using the force in Cody's quarters and waiting for him to return.

#oc ask game #ask game #star wars #the clone wars #commander cody #clone wars #obi wan kenobi #codywan #oc: ella Orunitia #codywan x oc #cody x oc x obiwan

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thestarwarslesbian · 9 months

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Going on hoilday soon

I want to write a bit when away.

Links for you to read if you want to.

Option 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48333481/chapters/121902730

Option 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48369352/chapters/121995343

Option 3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46978255/chapters/118345747

Option 4: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43594974/chapters/109613091

Option 5: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43263432/chapters/108744243

Option 6: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45161344/chapters/113608708

#star wars fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #obi wan x oc #bail/breha/fox #codywan #hangbob #hangster #darkpilot

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jedi-lothwolf · 1 year

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Febuwhump day 1! Touch starved

Fandom: Star Wars

Time: A few years after Order 66

Obi-wan Kenobi had been alone for a long time. He misses many things. Many things. These feelings often came in waves, sometimes all at once. Missing his family, his life, his happiness. The feelings both mental and physical were the things he craved but understood he could never have again.

Obi-wan glanced at the window. He noted the shades of orange he loved so much. They reminded him of his commander, his lover, his Cody. Of course he didn't really know if he could or should still call him that. However Obi-wan chose to believe that Cody had his reasons to do as he did, to try to kill him with no known reason to him.

Walking outside Obi-wan would watch the sunset. The warmth reminded him of the warmth he felt from long embraces. But of course the sun would set and long hugs would end.

Walking back inside Obi-wan closed the door with a sigh. He walked a very short distance to his bed and laid down. The thoughts of his former lover stayed with him. He began to think how he missed being greeted with short hugs and soft kisses when entering a room that the two were alone in, how cuddles after long, cold missions felt, the warmth of being so close together and feeling so safe with each other. He found himself missing the warm feeling of fingers running over scars.

Of course the thoughts of Cody couldn't stay loving for long. Obi-wan was reminded of the order. This would remind him of the jedi. the Jedi he had been friends with.

There was Plo Koon, a very gentle and sweet man who treated everyone kindly. He remembered Plo giving him a long and caring hug after Qui-gon had died. He could swear Plo gave some of the best hugs in the galaxy.

Qui-gon. Qui-gon knew exactly what to do in most many scenario. When Obi-wan was stressed Qui-gon would rest his hand gently on his shoulder and reassure him everything would be alright. Now Obi-wan just wished for any reassurance at all.

Qui-gon would spiral into thoughts of Anakin, his brother. Anakin was always a very touchy person. He constantly would poke at Obi-wan when he needed something or simply wanted his master's attention. Anakin's hugs had always been something he looked forward to. Anakin liked giving people physical affection. Obi-wan suspected that it was from never receiving much when he was younger.

With thoughts of Anakin came thoughts of Ahsoka, Rex, Padme, and the twins.

Obi-wan sat up trying to shake the thoughts of his past family but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Standing up he walked towards the door. He opened the door and as the somewhat chilly air hit him the thoughts went to the back of his mind. He didn't need to think of the people he knew and loved. The people who rather betrayed him or died.

Being outside didn't help for very long as the thoughts creeped back in. Ahsoka had also enjoyed Physical affection. She liked piggy back rides and often got them from Anakin and Rex. Of course Obi-wan had given her a few over the years. Ahsoka was a very kind soul, one who was done so wrong by the times and by the jedi. He hoped she was still out there somewhere, wishing to see her again, to give her one last piggy back ride or to have one last hug but he understood it simply wasn't possible.

Obi-wan knew he needed sleep. Trying to stay outside and brush off the thoughts of loved ones simply wouldn't work. Walking back inside he thought of old friends now all gone. Closing the door he walked back towards the bed, laying down again. He grabbed his own hand and held it. It didn't help much but it was something and right now he needed anything. Well he needed his family, his friends but he couldn't have those. Not anymore.

Tears began to run down his face as he curled himself into a ball. He wished he had someone who could be there to comfort him. But no one would come. The only thing that would come would be the suns in the morning telling him it was time to leave. Maybe just maybe his thoughts would leave with the night.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #star wars #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #star wars angst #star wars whump #obi wan x cody #codywan #obi wan whump #post order 66 #star wars clone oc #febuwhump day 1 #star wars febuwhump #Obi-wan #obi wan needs a hug #Febuwhump day 1 touch starved #star wars clone wars #febuwhumpday1

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