#commander cody fic
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{Flickering Stars}
Program: Having grown close to the Marshal Commander after joining the civilian relief squad, you find yourselves at each other throats after a trap set by Separatists on Endor. Time ticks as the army pushes on through enemy territory, but almost everyone is more worried about you pulling away after Cody's fear getting the better of him with harsh words. When your life begins to flicker in front of his eyes, Cody does everything he can to save and with the hopes to tell you that he loves you. He'll stop at nothing to make sure your death isn't written in the stars rather than your love story.
Pairing: Pining! Cody x Pining, GN! Reader
Genre: Angst, Star Crossed Lovers (Kind Of)
Length: 5571w
Warnings: Couple of swears, Near death experience and injuries (not too descriptive), Medical references, Reader gets picked up and carried
Counselor Notes: I like emotional pain with my fics what can I say :) As much as I love my boys, I also love seeing them face heartbreak. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future Clone Wars works <3 Would love to chat with duderinos and share thoughts.
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After passing your engineering exams, you immediately enrolled in the civilian support squadron in the GAR. A strong sense of urgency drove you to learn skills and become an expert in a field that would aid the effort to end the war. During your assessment qualifiers, you proved your knowledge and quick thinking that impressed the squad’s officers. With some of the top marks in your enrollment class, you were immediately paired with the 212th legion and sent to the battle of Christophsis as a part of the emergency relief. Now having worked with the battalion so closely for more than a few cycles, you’ve been invited into their ranks as an honorary member. With all the laughs and helping hands from the troopers, there also comes the high expectations of their Marshal Commander.
When the battalion has the fleeting opportunity to relax either on the starship or planetside, you find yourself gravitating to Cody. His calm composure draws you in, and it washes you in a warm feeling of acceptance. He often brings you a cup of caf when your head is stuck in the engineer of a gunship. Most nights than not, you find yourself kicking at the commander’s shin guards to get him to leave his desk and go eat something. The pair of you have formed an inseparable connection where you both understand each other even without communicating with words to convey it.That, however, doesn’t stop him from treating you any different from those in his command when facing down Separatist droids. Cody’s voice cuts through the chaos of the battlefield to make sure you stay out of the concentrated heat of gunfire. You hold him in high esteem and respect, but there are times where you find yourself acting out of order when needed to survive. Similar enough to how you desperately try to avoid his rightfully upset reaction to your actions in a trap on the latest battle on Endor.
“Do you ever stop to think about how your actions affect all of us?” Cody spits out in frustration. Usually the ever collected and mindful commander, Cody’s normally warm eyes sit heavy on your hunched figure on the med cot. Still dressed in full body armor, he leans against one of the towering trees as he watches the medic carefully place bacta patches on your arms.
Aching and unable to sit up in attention from the dull weight of new bruises and a stinging gash, you curl into yourself. His words punch you in the gut with every syllable. The familiar memory of Cody’s disappointed look is imprinted on the back of your eyelids.
You bite your lip before breathing out, “I just thought -”.
“But that’s just it, isn’t it?,” Cody interrupts you and pushes off the tree. Twigs snap and mulch shuffles underneath his footfall as he stalks closer to you. “You didn’t think. I gave you direct orders to get out of there, and you didn’t listen. It’s my job to make sure that my men and the civilian relief squadron come back safe”. He emphasizes the difference between his battalion of soldiers and your civilian status.
His harsh words sting your waterline. Cody’s plastoid armor and Kix’s med uniform come in and out of view as you focus past them. The flickering embers of the night’s campfire disappear into the darkness. It’d be a relief to be able to join them and turn into dust rather than having to endure this conversation.
“You’re right, Commander,” you softly mumble. Your voice sounds watery and disconnected even to your own ears.
As Cody’s concerned eyes watch you further crawl into yourself, a shoulder shove breaks his gaze. His heart aches from the long term adrenaline rush of witnessing you put yourself in danger today while setting off a Separatists landmine when trying to disarm it. However, it comes to a stand still when he meets Kix's hard expression of warning. Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, Cody clears his throat and faces your shrinking form. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “Just- just go to bed after you’ve been cleared. I need to get back to the command console, so I don’t have time to feed into your guilt tonight. What’s done is done, and we’ll just need to work past all this … and the clanker reinforcements”.
Your throat constricts as you raise your gaze to watch the bottom of his boots walk away from you.
“He’s,” Kix starts after a long pause, “just concerned for your safety. You gave us all a good scare today”. He tries to break the tense air with a light chuckle, and he offers you a sympathetic smile.
“I just wanted to help,” your hoarse voice whispers with the fire’s crackling. “Disarming a landmine is part of my job description and well within my skill set. It shouldn’t have been something to cause the Commander to reprimand me. Maybe because it went off. Certainly not because I was doing my job”. You have to push the words past the weight of today’s events lingering.
“You’re right, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to help. Especially if it’s within your expertise,” Kix reassures you. He bites the inside of his cheek and thinks about his next words extremely carefully. It seems every clone and GAR official has taken an unofficial oath to tiptoe between your’s and Cody’s feelings for each other. Each swearing they won’t interfere, because everyone understands the severity of love during war.
Kix places a hand on your shoulder and shifts to make your gaze meeting his own. His understanding expression looks strained, but it still manages to send small waves of ease through you. His lips press into a tired smile, and he moves to start cleaning up the med station to move out in the morning. Kix calls over his shoulder, “Why don’t you take it easy tonight? Get some sleep and let tomorrow come as a fresh start. I’ll send a comm over to your squad leader to take you off move out prep to give yourself a break”.
“No, it’s okay. I can -”, your words fall off your tongue when Kix flashes you a stern look. You heave a sigh knowing his word is final. “Thanks,” you weakly smile at him and push off the cot.
Aware of your aching muscles, you start the small trek across camp. The majestic Endor forest envelopes everyone in a peaceful pocket of safety tucked away for the night. Hammocks stretch across the ancient trunks as laughter echoes from all sides and hushed conversations hum with the insects. Each battalion has their own sections, and you catch glimpses of small stacks of painted armor near the entrances.
The only exception being the CO console in the center of basecamp. Three Jedi generals, Masters Kenobi, Skywalker, and Koon, huddle around the holotable with their respective commanding officers. Only the 501st’s Captain is missing from the meeting. Most likely seeing if Kix needs any assistance packing up, you assume.
“I’m afraid the effects of today’s trap are more concerning than we had initially feared,” General Koon explains. With a tap on the hologram, he reveals the flickering waves of red blips hovering in the surrounding area. An entire droid army waiting. Watching. Planning.
You pull your attention away from the group as nausea burns your stomach. With much effort you put one foot in front of the other and try to focus on how the mossy floor sinks underneath you. Just one step at a time, and you’ll make it to your hammock.
“Can I speak to you for a minute,” a voice calls out behind you. Footsteps unnoticed in your intense focus. A gloved hand carefully claspes an uninjured area of your arm to slowly ease you to a stop.
You keep your eyes cast down on the toadstools and forest floor, but blue scuffed armor plates and kama step into view. Two blasters strapped to the Captain’s gear belt.
“It’s not your fault,” Rex quietly states. His belief in you rings clear. “Cody,” Rex slows his speech and words his thoughts carefully, “can be a bit difficult and intense when it comes to the wellbeing of people involved in operations. He also doesn’t always remember that your training and strategy decisions come from a different perspective than our own”.
“Captain,” you sigh.
“Rex,” he pushes back. “We’re friends,” Rex’s voice was almost a desperate plea. “Don’t shut me, or any of us out, just because of our di’kut of a brother”. His heart hammers against his chest when his pathetic attempt at a joke is met with crickets.
“I get it. You don’t need to feel bad or worry about me,” your words sound like an automatic recording. Tugging your arm out of his grasp, you shoot him a strained smile. You don’t dare meet his gaze as he quickly tries to see your face. “I won’t fuck anything else up for you boys, and I’ll stay in my lane fixing your equipment mess at the end of the day. I know where my place is after today”. You bow your head quickly and rush off to the civilian relief section before Rex can respond.
As you near the camp, all eyes peer past the roaring campfire and watch you approach. Slate, a long time friend and member of your enrollment class, nods in the direction of what you can only assume is your home for the night. You flash your Twi’lek friend an appreciative look as you head straight to your hammock. Each step lighter than the last.
As you sit down on your makeshift bed, your eyes can’t help but search for gold painted armor at the CO console through the tree line openings. The hard expression of each man still focuses on the holotable. Cody shifts his weights from one foot to the other. A twitch of exhaustion or exasperation flickers across his face before he throws his head back slightly and presses his hands into his face. You’ve seen this gesture many times when the two of you were working on reports together late at night tucked away in the officer’s lounge.
Just out of your view, a blue glove knocks into Cody’s shoulder. He quickly catches himself and looks like he’s about to have a go at the guilty party, but a smile slips onto his face. Chuckles shake Cody’s shoulder, and you watch as Rex easily pulls Cody back from his stormy emotions.
“Fuck,” you hiss. Sinking into the hammock’s hold, you bat away threatening tears as you stare up at the starry sky. Little blips twinkle before your tired eyes. All glowing in their own beautiful hues and brightness. They proudly write their stories for the galaxy’s celestial archive before they flicker one last time. Before they leave an empty void among their constellation collective. With a sigh, you close your eyes and hope drifting into slumber will ease the ache settling in your body and making home in your heart.
Just as quickly as the morning rays trickle through the treetops, the GAR packs up and moves out from basecamp. Only the sounds of animal calls and twigs snapping underfoot echo around you as the army pushes further into the forest. General Koon and the wolf pack lead the legions while General Skywalker and the 501st guard the back. General Kenobi and Commander Cody stick close to the middle of the formation with the relief squad and medic staff.
From where you sit atop the ray cannon, you overlook the entire army and watch the approaching paths for any disturbances. Cody’s constant hovering nearby and careful watch over your movements during load out sparked your nerves. The mechanical vibrations from the vehicle bounce through you and do nothing but add to the stinging anxiety nipping inside your skin. Looking down from your spot, you steal a glance at the commander.
Even though he’s so sure of his footing, Cody’s posture is locked stiff. His helmet constantly scans the area before turning upward just enough to catch sight of your figure.
“When do you reckon those clankers will pop out,” a low voice breathes against the shell of your ear.
You whip your head to see Slate next to you as he attempts to keep his wheezing laughter. “Not funny,” you hiss. As your heart races up your throat, a traitorous laugh escapes your lips.
“Got you to laugh a little though,” Slate points out with a flicker of glee in his eyes.
“Nearly made me jump off this thing,” you mutter and bump his shoulder.
Leaning close, Slate’s warm breath fans across your necks. He whispers, “And who would have been right there to catch you when you fall, hm?”
A flush washes over your, and you indulge yourself with the thought. How Cody would hold you close to him. How the steady rise and fall of his chest would feel against your own. His hands would hold you gently as Cody looks you over. Even with his helmet on, you could still imagine his gaze full of care. Your eyes flutter closed as every worry seeps away and you fall further into your daydream.
“Have you two forgotten that we are in the middle of enemy territory. Trying to move undetected,” Cody’s static voice shocks you awake.
Your body grows rigid as you peer down to meet his shielded gaze. Unfortunately, you could feel every ounce of disapproval through his visor.
“No, sir,” both you and Slate reaffirm.
“Sure have an interesting way of keeping quiet then,” Cody dryly mutters as he turns away.
Your stomach drops. When you redirect your gaze to the front of the army, the hair tingles at the back of your neck. Commander Wolffe raises his fist in the air and foot steps halt immediately. Only the machine’s hum can be heard in the clearing. The forest stands still. Silent.
“Here we go,” you faintly register General Skywalker’s voice.
A distant whirl fast approaches, and you watch with wide eyes as a small missile flies straight towards the legions. It cuts through the air with precision before landing just ahead of the group. Its impact rocks the ground with debris and smoke a few klicks ahead of everyone.
As the air begins to clear, your ears twitch at the forest’s sudden rustle. Scuffle and snapping surrounds the entire army deep within the forest line. You blink away the dust as you sight darts from a shrub to shaking branches above.
Only able to hear blood rushing to your ears, you find yourself looking to the man you’ve always admired. A man who you haven't gathered the courage to express your growing feelings towards. The very same man who, despite his training to stay alert and focused on possible threats during this type of situation, looks up at you
Cody’s heart pounds against his chest. He swears it’s trying to find its way home to you in fear of the worst to come. Unknowingly, he scuffles his foot closer to the ray cannon. He pushes his feet deeper into the ground, ready to jump into action. When the time comes, he needs to be able to get you out of harm's way. Should he just climb up now? He could easily grab you and run out of the battleground for cover.
You watch as Cody’s body freezes almost stuck in mid action. But the sound of a breakthrough pulls your attention away. An assassin droid rushes from the treeline and swings its blade down on the closest trooper. Clashing metal on plastoid triggers the forest to snap. Blasters sound off the cacophony as the cannon booms into action nearly jostling you off. Without hesitation or delay, the GAR jumps into action.
“Come on,” Slate hollers. His oil glove grabs the top of your arm and pulls you to the rooftop entrance to the canon.
“Get to cover. Now,” Cody shouts.
Tossing a look of worry over your shoulder, you watch as Cody fights off a different assassin droid. General Kenobi deflects targeted blaster rays, by his side.
“We don’t have time. He’ll be fine,” Slate pushes. His grasp firmly tugs at you. When you meet his gaze, Slate only shows calm determination.
“Right, let’s move,” you nod. Your voice wavers only slightly as you attempt to convey the same assuredness. All to mask over the flooding panic that fills you. Heart stabbing you with every beat as you pull away from Cody.
The two of you jump down the hatch and secure it before joining the clones at its control.
“Well, if it isn’t our favorite mecha civvies,” Clash spares the two of you a glance over his seat. “Hang on. We’re in for a tough fight”.
Axel, the lead operator, adjusts the systems and makes the cannon lurch forward. As the vehicle moves forward and cuts through the battlefield, blaster rays ricochet off the outer hull. Faint shouts and screams from outside are muffled by the incoming comm static.
“We need you to clear a path through the approaching line and destroy as many of those droids as you can,” General Kenobi’s voice rings through the control room.
“If you get past that wave, try to make it to the missile launch,” General Skywalker grunts. Reverb from his lightsaber cracks with static and blaster impact snaps through the transmission. “That’s our only chance at pulling this off”.
“Copy that, sir,” Axel responds and flicks some of the switches on the control panels on the wall.
“Sending signal to move out of our way, now,” Clash pushes a button.
Both operators adjust their controls, and the cannon moves faster. Smoke blankets an ominous shadow over the front view. Only the vibrant light of blaster shots and swinging lightsabers cut through.
“If you turn on the floodlights, you’ll break through the cloud,” you explain as you lean forward between the two seats. “They’re also set to a frequency that’ll temporarily blind droid vision”.
“Knew you were our favorite civvie for a reason,” Clash teases. He flips the switch as Slate protests his jab, and you watch as the battlefield is blinded by bright light.
“What are you doing,” Cody exclaims breathlessly through your wrist comm.
“Following orders, Commander,” you calmly remind him. “I am capable of following my job every once and awhile”.
Broken snickers from the others in the vehicle fuel your confidence. However, the onslaught of blasters rain down on the cannon’s exterior makes you swallow a lump in your throat. Through the front viewport, you watch as the majority of firepower now targets you.
“I never doubted that,” Cody growls, “but this is too dangerous. You and Slate need to get out of there and let Clash and Axel handle this”.
You bristle at his words. They ring eerily familiar from the previous night’s stab.
“And do what? Walk free in the midst of enemy territory,” you snap back, throwing his own observation back at him.
“What, you don’t trust us to keep your precious cy’are safe?” Axel leans into your wrist comm’s range. He pulls back in laughter.
“I’m going to have to side with Axel on this, Commander. I’m offended by your lack of faith in us,” Clash jokes. “You’d think we’re a couple of shinies with how you’re talking about us”.
Clash and Axel push the cannon further through enemy lines. Clanking metal clatters against its hull as it swings from side to side underneath you. The launch pad slowly comes closer into view.
“Don’t worry,” Axel reassures Cody. “We’re making good progress, sir. Target in sight, and we’ll be breaking for regroup before you even know it”.
“Maybe save your near death confession for another time, ori’vod,” Clash chuckles.
“Wait,” you start to question.
“Shebs’palons,” Cody shouts.
Both your words tumble together, but they’re cut off by the viewport shattering.
“Shit, stay back,” Clash yells. His words cut off by an assassin droid’s blade to his neck.
Slate immediately pulls out his blaster and shoots off a few rapid shots. He renders the droid useless. Slate pushes past you and moves the deceased clone out of the seat and the droid out the broken opening in the viewport. As he takes a hold of the controls, more blaster bolts descend upon the cannon. Their flashing energies scorch the inside control systems.
“What’s going on up there?” General Kenobi’s comm cuts in and through the cannon’s transmission.
You can’t pull your eyes away from the viewport as the missile launch rotates and locks onto the cannon.
“Clash is dead, sir,” Axel grunts. “Slate is on second. Front viewport compromised. Nearly to target”.
The launcher’s mechanisms click and grind at your approach. Almost like it’s snarling its teeth, readying to bite back.
“We can’t hold on much longer. Whatever you do -” General Skywalker’s voice fizzles.
All other noise falls mute to your ears. Only the hiss of ignition registers.
“Get down,” you scream.
“Cyar’ika”, Cody calls out in panic.
Blasting into the air, the missile hurdles head on towards the cannon. You pull yourself to look away from its fast approach and crouch behind Axel’s seat. The impact sends you flying into the back wall panels. Searing quick flashes of pain shoot through your body. When you pry your eyes open, black splotches block parts of your vision. A mute hum rings in your ears.
“Hey,” a far away voice calls out.
You push off the floor and ignore your body’s protests.
“Need you to -” the voice fizzles out.
Forcing your aching muscles, you return to the control seats. There, sitting in a pool of sickly sweet blood, Slate’s body slumps over the console. His eyes, void of any emotion, stare up at you.
“We don’t have time,” Axel’s panicked shouts cut through your hearing clearly, “I am so sorry for your loss, but I need you here”.
“Cyar’ika,” Cody’s voice barely comes through your comm, “Are you okay? Talk to me”.
“Alright. What’s the current status,” you inquire and clear your mind of all distractions as you pull your friend out of the way. With care, you place him beside your other fallen friend.
“Utter shit,” Axel hisses as he jostles the controls and checks the system sensors.
“Status,” Cody grunts in confusion. “Forget status. Get out of there, now”.
You sit at the second seat and jury the controls. Everything feels tight to the touch.
“Cannon controls are dead,” Axel declares. An understanding of the situation fills the atmosphere with a heavy decision to be made between the three of you.
“We’re just behind you,” Cody’s voice through in bits and pieces. “Get out and search for cover until we regroup”.
Scanning what’s left of the control panels, you refocus on the launcher. Your eyes quickly dissect its build as you’re just a few klicks away. “This,” you slowly break the anticipation, “should be just enough. Even at his speed”.
Your words hang in the air. Pulling a deep breath up and out your mouth, you face Axel with cool determination. He pulls off his helmet and shares a bittersweet expression of agreement.
“Just enough,” he weakly confirms and clears his throat. Axel nods his head to you and begins to adjust his station. “Let’s see what’s left of this old thing and if we can get some more power”.
“What are you doing,” Cody bellows and grunts from your commlink. The background noise of the Separatist onslaught comes through and solidifies your resolve. “I gave you a direct order. Do not,” his panting catches on his words, “go through with this plan”.
Swallowing a threatening sob, you mirror Axel’s movements and adjust your controls accordingly. As you patch all remaining power on your side to the engine, your determined gaze locks onto the panicking droids by the launcher. Just a few more klicks.
“All systems powered,” you announce.
“Don’t,” Cody begs.
“Target in sight and locked onto,” Axel confirms.
“Just wait,” Cody yells.
You grip the controls tighter. Nerves swirl in your stomach, pleading with you to turn away, as you jostle closer to the launcher.
“Three,” Axel yells over warning signals beeping.
“Stand down, Axel,” Cody tries to take back command.
“Two,” you grit out.
The wave of blasters intensifies, and you feel each minor impact’s vibration land in your core. Through the haze, you can make out the model number on the launcher’s base plate.
“Please, cy’are,” Cody desperately pleads with you.
A final attempt to convince you to come home.
“One,” Axel shouts and jerks the controls forward.
You move the controls in sync and switch on the back up power.
The sudden acceleration pushes you further into your seat, and your heart hammers against your ribs. Tears freely flow from your lash line. Either from the lack of protection from the wind or an understanding of the consequences of your actions.
“Cody,” you breathe out.
The words die in your throat as collision shutters all around you. As your body’s thrown against the wall, you try to imagine how safe you felt curled into Cody’s side. The two of you are always by each other’s sides during breaks and evening watch. One night at the mission’s start, the pair of you sat at the camp’s main fire and pointed out constellations. Cody kept you close with an arm wrapped around you. His warmth rivaled the fire’s as it spread through you and sent your heart into a flurry.
As the cannon’s hull shudders and collapses from pressure, it sends you forward into the control console back into reality. In the midst of metal scraping and cramping, distant shouts and screams from outside the vehicle register in your mind. Too tired, your eyes flutter shut just as you could easily reach out and touch the missile loaded into the launcher with your hand.
Please, Maker, just let Cody survive this. All of this: this battle, this war, losing his brothers, and letting me go.
The cannon catches and lurches forward further. Only all forces pivot the machine onto its front ledge and push it upward. Unable to move your body against the pressure crushing you onto the console, you reach towards Axel and grab his glove with a tight grip. Knots twist and turn in your stomach from the impending impact.
Gritting through the pain and pushing away the droid carcass, Cody’s sight locks onto the cannon as it begins rear into the air. All sense of control disappears from his mind as he pushes off the ground and races through the raging battle. Not bothering with his gun, Cody chokes on his breathing to get to you as soon as he can. His heart screaming for his other half as his lungs beg for relief.
“Cody,” General Kenobi calls from beside him, “You focus on evacuating the crew. Anakin and I will try to stop the cannon going topside and buy you some time”.
His chest burns with every step, but Cody only sucks in a breath as he launches himself at the side of the near vertical vehicle.
“Got your back, vod,” Rex’s voice rings through the helmet channels. “On the other side. I’ll get Axel”.
“I’m not going to let my cy’are die a hero,” Cody grits. He moves with precision and uses the ledges to creep towards the shattered window.
“The only way that’ll ever happen,” he huffs and pulls himself into the hull, “is once my heart stops beating”.
The vehicle teeters as he stands above your body on the console. Lights flicker and illuminate the trickle of blood glistening next to your head.
“My loyalty may lie with the Republic,” Cody grunts and pulls you up to his chest. His words directed to your limp body in laying in his hands. “But my allegiance is with you. I will lay down my life for you if you give the command”.
Cody holds you close and moves with the vehicle’s slow shift in force. Now standing on the hull’s floor, he cradles your body and leans over the console to hand you to Kix. It’s actions like these that have him worried about both your lives. Without you by his side, his life will come to an end.
Quickly hopping out of the vehicle, Cody hurries to follow Kix over to the makeshift medical station. Already filled with many injured, some cots have sheets pulled over the lost lives. Before Cody can get too close to the station, an arm clamps down on his shoulders.
“Give them space to work,” Rex warns his brother. A low, rumbling threat lingers between the two.
“I need to be there. With -” Cody’s words rush out in a breathless flood.
“Cody,” Rex pulls him meet eye to eye. His collected, yet serious, expression eases some tension in Cody’s locked body. “Let Kix do his job. ‘Member what he always says?”
“‘I outrank all of you when it comes to someone’s life,’” Cody barely mumbles. A wave of dizziness sinks into him as the coursing adrenaline begins to melt away from his system. His breathing racks through his pained lungs as he attempts to recollect himself.
Rex smiles a little and opens his mouth, but shouts from the med station come out instead.
“We have a drop,” Kix calls out, “I need another pair of hands”.
Cody’s body jerks in Rex’s hold. His body moves to be by your side without thought, but Rex blocks him from stepping closer.
“Get out of my way,” Cody snaps. Anger boiling and seething as his breathing grows heavy again. His vision tunnels, only focused on your general direction, before his dark eyes lock onto Rex.
“Waxxer,” Rex shouts for back up.
In a moment of opportunity, Cody breaks Rex’s hold and bolts. This isn’t how this was supposed to go. Need to get to you. Be by your side where I should have always been.
Almost to the med station, Cody makes out your arm hanging off one of the cots. Just a few more steps, and I’ll be with you, riduur.
Wind kissing his cheeks, it then swipes across Cody’s face as something impacts his side and knocks him onto the ground. Cody twists to try to balance himself, but another impact hits his back and holds him down on the mossy, forest floor.
“Sorry, vod,” Waxxer breathes heavily, “but you’ll understand later”.
“Get off me,” Cody’s hoarse voice pleads.
“Not yet,” Rex pushes back.
Grappled by his two closest brothers, Cody can only watch as medics flurry around your cot.
“We’re losing time,” Kix snaps. “Where’s the med-vac?”
Coddy shudders a breath as his concentrated gaze focuses on you. He wrestles against his brothers, trying to break free of their hold. “I will never,” he growls lowly, “ forgive either of you if I lay here and witness the death of the love of my life”.
“I know,” Rex softly admits. He watches as Kix’s team works quickly with injections and IV stands to do what they can to stabilize you. It doesn’t look good as Kix looks up to search for the approaching evac ships. The air gradually swirls and howls as the med-vacs hover nearby.
Making sure the medical team is accounted for and all patients have been loaded on, Rex nods to Waxxer. Both step away from Cody and let him run home free.
Cody doesn’t process anything in the time he recognizes being released and the time he finds himself jumping onto the ship’s loading floor. His body moves on instinct, and Cody gravitates to your cot. All air hardens in his lungs at the sight of the scattered wounds and bruises littered across your skin.
“I’m only letting you come, because I know you’ll only get yourself killed if you’re separated,” Kix slowly explains.
Cody sits on the nearest seat as he takes your hand in his own. Mindful of the IV, he rests in an uncomfortable position to hold you. If he ever needs to check, he can subtly slide two fingers to your pulse point. For his sake or if asked by the medical staff.
“What do I always say,” Kix asks. His voice mixed with seriousness and light teasing. He tries to ease the Commander’s worry while reminding him that Kix is in charge in this situation. Regardless of whether he's attending to a brother or lover.
“Kix,” Cody’s voice breaks, “I am not your commanding officer. I come before you as a man begging you to do everything you can his cy’are. Should you need anything, just give the command and I will follow your orders. If you ask me to collect a vial of blood from the Zillo beast, I will come back only once I have successfully collected it or not at all.There is nothing I won’t do to help save the light of my life. Even if it means leaving them in your care and temporarily stepping away from their side”.
Cody briefly pries his watery eyes from the strained rise and fall of your breathing to meet Kix’s concerned gaze.
“Please, vod,” Cody croaks. Tears sting his lash line as Kix’s expression melts from shock to sympathy.
“Save my flickering star, so I can confess to my cyar’ika that they’re the love of my life”.
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and back again (sequel to “to the ends of the galaxy”) ✧ commander cody
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request: OK BUT THE SMUTT THAT WOULD TAKE PLACE ON THAT SPACESHIP ON THE WAY TO THE BB BOYS (THE BBB IG YOU WILL) So soft and releasing years of yearning CODYS A VIRGIN TOO Cause he was a clone and had no time, and wanted no one other than the reader. THE READER THOUGH FUCKED ANAKIN AND SO SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING (like it was a stress release fuck buddy situation) - @captainsbestgal
pairing: commander cody x fem!jedi!reader
summary: you show cody just how much you love him.
word count: 2,824
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, virgin!cody, loss of virginity, soft sex, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, cody speaking in mando’a, pet name (mesh’la/cyar’ika/cyare)
to the ends of the galaxy (PART 1)
There was a lot of time while in hyperspace to just think. Which, now that Cody had you by his side, wasn’t such a bad thing. Before, when he was traveling on his own, he let his mind drift back to the Order, about all the things he did, of all the regret that seeped into his heart. Now, he thought about how you held his hand while on a supply run, giving his hand a gentle squeeze to let him know you were there for him. He thought about how you asked if you could kiss him when, after you both returned to the ship, he revealed that he bought your favorite fruit. If he thought long enough, he could still remember the feeling of your lips on his, the weight of your body against his as you leaned against him, the way you fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.
Cody shifted in his chair, crossing his leg over his knee in an effort to hide his growing bulge. He snuck a look at you to see if you noticed. Your head was turned down, looking at some news reports on your holopad. Safa Toma had been a bit of a bust. Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had been there, but they didn’t stay for long. Most people you and him talked to didn’t know much about them. Just that they came in, Tech raced, Tech won, and then they disappeared. But, eventually, one lead led them to another to another. They were closing on the Bad Batch—or, at least, Cody hoped they were. He didn’t want this all to be for nothing (even if it did mean that he got to spend his days in close quarters with you).
“You know, I never knew you could fly a ship,” Cody said as he watched you. It was odd, to bring it up now, after flying together for so long already. He wanted to comment on it the first time he got into your ship, but he was too focused on the fact that you were there, that you were right in front of him, that you were alive. (And, perhaps, a little distracted by the idea that he was a few steps closer to calling you his.)
“Anakin taught me,” you said, glancing up from the report. You set the pad to the side and leaned back in your seat, looking over at Cody. With a wink, you said, “Whatever he told me to do, I did the opposite. Haven’t crashed a ship yet.”
Cody snorted. “I was about to say, it might just be time for me to take the wheel if you learned from him.”
“You don’t gotta worry about that. I would never hurt a hair on your pretty little head,” you said. Your mouth quirked up into a smirk. Your voice was deeper, more sultry, as you said, “Unless you’d like me to? Think I felt a little soldier standing at attention when I was pulling on your hair earlier.”
Cody’s face grew red hot. You did that a lot nowadays. Teased him, tried to rile him up. It didn’t take much, if he was being honest. Cody had never touched a woman before. He never really wanted to, not unless it was you. But he had a duty to the Republic, and you had your Jedi Code. It was something that never really happened. But now that you were here, giving him the attention he craved and hoped for and dreamed of, it sometimes felt like he would pass out if you so much as grazed your fingers against any bit of his bare skin.
“I, uh—”
Cody’s words died in his throat as you got up from your seat and approached him. You swung one leg over his lap, then the other, settling into your newly discovered seat. You leaned down, lips ghosting over his. “Nervous little thing, aren’t you? This alright, pretty boy?”
“More than alright,” he managed. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands. Does he leave them on the arm rests of his chair? Does he touch you? Where does he touch you? Swallowing hard, he placed his hands on your hips. He pulled you closer. “You know a lot about riling a man up for a Jedi.”
You quirked a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kriff. Did he offend you? That was the last thing he wanted to do. “I-I just meant that your Code forbid attachment. I thought that you wouldn’t have any,” he cleared his throat, “…experience.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. You reached up, carding your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch. “You don’t have to form an attachment in order to have sex, Cody. It’s just as enjoyable without it, you know.”
A sour feeling twisted at Cody’s stomach. A flash of you having sex with someone danced across his mind. He had no right to feel the way he did. You could do whatever, or whoever, you wanted. But, still, the idea ate at him.
“Did you have an attachment to every person you’ve slept with, Commander?” you asked.
“Oh, I’ve never—” Cody cleared his throat, looking away from you. He knew you wouldn’t judge him. He knew you wouldn’t think poorly of him. But, still, a bit of…shame? humiliation?…bubbled in the pit of his stomach. “I wouldn’t know.”
A look of surprise flashed across your face. “Never?” you asked.
“Never.” He gripped your hips a little harder, almost afraid that you might slip away from him. He didn’t want to lose you. “Never wanted anyone unless it was you.”
“Oh, Cody.” You leaned in, pressed your lips against his. As you pulled away, Cody found himself following you, leaning in. You let him, resting your forehead against his. “You’re too sweet for this galaxy.”
Cody nuzzled his nose against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “Only because you have always been so kind. Always saw us clone as people. Treated us as friends, as family. I wanted to be the kind of man you’d love.”
“No, cyar’ika, you were always a good man, long before I ever met you. The moment I met you, I knew that you had light in your heart. That you were loyal, and loving. You were already the kind of man I would love.”
He leaned in closer, pulling you against his chest. He wanted you as close as close could be. He wanted to melt in to you. He wanted to be a part of you. But, a question itched at the back of his mind. A question he didn’t quite want to know the answer to. A question he couldn’t quite stop himself from asking. “H-How did you find the time? To…you know? You always seemed so busy.”
You paused, pulling away slightly. You almost looked like you weren’t going to answer, like you were going to change the subject. But you always told him the truth. You never beat around the bush with him. So, in an uncharacteristically small voice, you said, “Anakin wasn’t always teaching me how to fly when we went into the cockpit.”
Oh. Cody really didn’t want to know that. He preferred it when he could picture some faceless person with you. Now, there was an all-too-familiar face attached to the figure. Cody could almost see Anakin looking at him, taunting him, like he was bragging about having something Cody didn’t.
“I thought…” Cody looked away. “I walked in, once, on Anakin and Padmé. Just, just talking, but talking like…they loved each other. Was he…”
“What Anakin and I did was before he and Padmé ever got together,” you said. “And it was never anything more than just…stress relief. I was riddled with anxiety because my trials were soon. Anakin was still a Padawan, struggling with controlling his emotions. We thought if we got our frustrations out, we would become better Jedi. I don’t know how well that worked, but it was never anything more than that. It ended long before the war, long before Anakin and Padmé began their relationship, long before I met you.”
“It didn’t mean anything? With General Skywalker?” You had already told him, but he needed to hear it again. He needed to hear it just one more time.
“Anakin and I would have never worked as anything more than friends with benefits. He’s too reckless, too arrogant. We would have hated each other if we were an actual couple,” you said. “Anakin was never the man I wanted. I wanted someone who cared about doing the right thing. Who made sure to keep his family out of harms way. Someone calm, capable, and compassionate. Cody, you’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”
“…love me?” You had said it—hinted at it—before, but now the words were actually registering with him. He couldn’t believe it. He almost thought it all to be a dream.
“Do you want me to show you? Show how much I love you?”
Cody’s breath caught in his throat. Kriff, how could you affect him so easily? Was this just because of his inexperience? Or was it because it was you, the woman he longed for for years, thinking that he could never have, offering her mind, body, soul to him?
“Please.”
A whine escaped Cody’s lips as you slid off his lips. He reached out for you, ready to pull you back, but you only shook your head. You sank down to your knees in front of him, reaching for the growing bulge between his legs. Cody was grateful that he had taken off his armor, wearing only his blacks while the two of you were traveling through hyperspace. It had been a choice of comfort before, but now…Now he was glad that there were less layers between you and him.
“All this for me, pretty boy?” you cooed, palming his clothed cock.
Cody nodded, holding back a groan.
“C’mon, baby, don’t hold back from me. Wanna hear all the pretty noises you can make, yeah?” you said. You freed his cock, letting out a gasp. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the kiss, gave his length a few, slow pumps. “To think I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful. A pretty cock for a pretty man, hm?”
“Kriff, please—I need you!” Cody gasped. It felt like all of his senses were alight. Like he might actually melt into a puddle of goo if you kept touching him like that. But, Maker, he didn’t want you to stop.
“Anything for you, ner cyare.”
Cody swore his soul left his body when you put your mouth around his cock. Kriff. His eyes screwed shut, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. He could have came right then and there. But he didn’t want this to be over so soon, not when he finally had you. He wanted this to last. He wanted to remember this.
When he opened his eyes, he saw you staring up at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length, sweet slurping noises escaping your mouth. “Please, keep doing that—” he moaned. “Maker, that feels so good.”
You were able to take an impressive amount of his cock down your throat, but he was too big for you to take it all. You took what you couldn’t fit into your mouth in one hand, your other hand cupping his balls and—kriff, how was he not meant to come undone when you were so good at this? When you knew how to touch him just right?
“I think I’m gonna—”
He came before he could finish his sentence, the waves of ecstasy washing over him like a tidal wave. His eyes squeezed shut as he came with a shout, one of his hands flying to the back of your head, holding you in place as he filled your mouth with his seed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw you pulling away, swallowing his cum, batting your pretty eyes up at him.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh.” You rose back to your feet then settled back into his lap. “Don’t you dare apologize.”
“I didn’t mean to cum so fast—”
“It’s okay, cyare, it was your first time. We have our entire lives to build your stamina, yeah?” You kissed him, a smile pulling at your lips. “We can start again as soon as you’re ready.”
It was moments like this that reaffirmed Cody’s love and adoration for you. You were so considerate towards him. Though he knew you would never make him feel bad, it did make butterflies flutter around his stomach to hear your kind words. To hear you say that you want to spend your life with him, that you wanted to be with him.
“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner jetii,” Cody whispered, caressing your hair. I love you, my Jedi—I will know you forever, my Jedi.
“And I love you, my Commander.”
“Can I…Can I do that to you?” he asked.
“No, my love, I’m taking care of you.”
A whimper escaped Cody’s mouth. “Please, let me taste you, cyare—”
You kissed the tip of his nose, then shook your head. “Another time, my love. Right now is about you. Okay?”
He grabbed at your hips, pulled you closer. You let out a laugh, kissed him softly, grinding slowly down on his already hardening cock. His voice was breathy as he asked, “Promise?”
“I promise.”
You reached down, guiding his cock between your slick folds, your panties pulled to the side. the feeling of the silky fabric made him gasp. His fingers dug into your hips as you slid down his length, a loud moan escaping your lips.
“F-Fuck, you’re so big—”
Cody couldn’t help himself. He needed the ego stroke. Needed to know that he was better. “Bigger than General Skywalker?” he asked.
“S-So much bigger—Dunno if you’re gonna fit—”
Cody thrusted up, fully sheathing himself inside you. Oh, kriff, you were practically strangling him! “Damn right I am,” he grunted.
He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to do it—not when he was felt so unsure about what he was doing—but Cody found himself rising up, you in his arms. Your legs hooked around his waist, hands gripping at his hair, as he thrust into you. He still wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but with the way you were squeezing him, milking him, he knew he had to be doing something right.
Cody took a step forward, then another, until you were seated on top of the control panel. He dipped his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin. You screamed his name as he suckled on the spot right below your ear. A smirk crossed his face, deciding to sink his teeth there. Oh. He liked that. He liked marking you. He liked a physical reminder that you were his.
“Oh, right there—” you gasped when he hit a particular spot. “Maker, keep doing that—”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. Cody was like a man starved. He had deprived himself of this pleasure for so long. Now that he had it, now that it was at his fingertips, now that he finally, finally, got to love you fully, wholly, he wouldn’t stop until you were as happy, as content, as satisfied as he was. You made him the happiest man in the galaxy, after all. Why shouldn’t he do the same for you?
Your cunt squeezed him like a vice as you came undone. Little gasps escaped your lips as you rode out the pleasure, holding Cody against your body, like you wanted to melt into him just like he wanted to melt into you.
“Where do you want me to—”
“Inside—‘m on birth control,” you say.
With your permission, Cody lets himself cum again, his hips stuttering as he thrust himself inside you. As the pleasure washed over him, Cody stilled, holding you close. Kriff. This was perfect. This was everything he ever could have wanted, with the woman he only ever wanted this was. Maker, how was he supposed to continue on, knowing this pleasure? Was it too late to abandon the quest of finding his brothers? Could he be selfish, find some planet untouched by the Empire, start a proper life with you?
“You’re incredible, mesh’la.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Dunno how you can do that without getting attached, though.”
You laughed. “Is that so?”
“Mhm.”
You leaned in, nuzzled your nose against his. “Well, we still got some time until we’re outta hyperspace. You wanna see just how attached we can become until then?”
“Oh, please—”
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pairings: mum reader x dad cody
word count: 800 ish
blurb: after missing the birth of his first child, cody comes home to his girls
warnings: Cody missing out on the birth of his baby, sad cody, dad cody, etc
notes: oh my god please forgive me… i know this isnt my best work but i’m crook as a dog and just wanted to publish something. my proffesor hasnt answered my request for an extension on my portfolio. Unedited. No beta. dying on my couch. send help
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The apartment is silent and Cody is exhausted. There is no laughing ringing through the hallways, no music bouncing off the walls as there so often was. In its silence, the apartment seems cold, empty, despite the shoes stacked by the hallway entrance. Cody kicks his own boots off, nudging them against the wall with his socked foot.
He tiptoes his way into the living room, dumping his field bag on the couch. He takes his helmet off, letting it drop out of his hands next to the bag. He strips off his armour, piece by piece. He’s careful to keep his noise to a minimum and tiptoes down the hallway, into the kitchen.
It’s empty. A fresh rack of starberry cupcakes sits on the counter, almost completely cool. Cody moves them into the containers he knows you use for cupcakes, and packs the rack away to be washed. He wipes the bench down and tip toes down the hallway again, through to your shared bedroom.
The sun is streaming through the curtains, making a perfect pool of warmth on the bed, where he finds you, asleep and softly snoring with your daughter curled up on your tummy, snoozing with you.
The baby, barely two months old, already has tufts of dark curls covering her little head. Her little hands are closed, fisted into your shirt. She’s dressed in the cutest little jumpsuit, a purple flowering pattern splattered all over it. Beside you, on the bed, the day bag is packed to go out. The baby’s orange blanket Cody picked up from an outer rim world and shipped while in the middle of space, is folded neatly beside the bag, ready to be sat on top, but you obviously never made it out the door. Cody’s heart swells, it feels like it could burst in his chest.
“Love the sun, just like your daddy, huh?” He reaches his hands out to the baby, before withdrawing. She wouldn’t know who he is. He doesn’t want to induce a bout of tears. Better to leave the sweet little thing, and wake you instead.
“Mesh’la,” He says, gently brushing stray strands of hair from your face, “I’m home.” He watches you as you stir, your hands instantly going to the small baby on your tummy, holding her as you sit up.
“Cody!” You say, surprise awaking your features.
Cody grins as he takes a seat next to you on the bed. He places a soft kiss on your cheek. “Hello my love.”
“I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight.” You say, returning his kiss. You look down at your daughter. “Do you want to hold her?”
Cody’s eyes widen, and he moves away. He hides his hands that have only held weapons as he crosses his arms. “Oh, no, no. Uh, I’ve never held a baby before.”
“Cody,” You say, frowning. “You’re her father. You’ve been great at everything, you’ll be great at this.” Before he can complain or refuse, the baby is shoved into his hands. “Support her head,” You tell him, showing him where to place his hands.
Cody is gentle. The baby doesn’t move, doesn’t squirm. She just settles into his hands, like this is the place she has been waiting to be. Cody’s heart swells again, his hands are almost as big as her little head and he marvels, how could this little thing be half of you and half of him? How could he, a thing breed for destruction, war, fighting, how could he make something so lovely, so small and pure? This is the greatest single achievement of his life.
Without taking his eyes off his baby girl, he asks, “Did you decide on a name?”
“I didn’t want to make a decision without you but… I’ve taken to calling her Lily… We can change it, if you want.”
A soft smile graces Cody’s lips, “My lovely Lily,” He says, placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead. He closes his eyes, he can’t believe he missed the birth of the greatest thing in his life. The baby stirs as she wakes, and her eyes widen and she gives Cody the best toothless smile a baby can give.
“She knows her daddy,” You say, placing a hand on Cody’s shoulder and resting your head on it.’ Big golden eyes are staring up at Cody, and Lily babbles happily, almost as if she’s trying to catch Cody up on all he’s missed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the birth,” Cody whispers.
You tear your eyes from Lily, looking up at Cody. “My love, no need to be sorry. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”
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Late
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only!
Relationships: Cody / Female reader
Warnings: PiV, Sleepy sex, dream sex, bad language words, rough sex, mentions of alcohol use, unprotected sex.
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Summary: You're really late for work. But you just can't bring yourself to care. Not when you have the Marshall Commander of the 212th right where you want him.
If the obnoxious trilling of your alarm clock is anything to go by; there's no way you're getting to work on time this morning. Not a chance.
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You're really, really late.
As you swing your arm over to your bedside table with your eyes closed and clumsily slap the snooze button for what must be the fifth time, you promise yourself, just five more minutes... Again.
You're really, really late.
But you really can't bring yourself to care. Not when you have the Marshall Commander of the 212th between your legs, balls-deep in your throbbing cunt and fucking in to you like his main goal is to put you through the headboard, just like he threatened (promised) to do almost half an our ago.
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It's hardly your fault that he's so riled up. It's not like you have any control over your dreams or your body whilst you sleep.
But nonetheless, Cody always plays the starring role. Whether he's rutting in to you with your legs wrapped around his waist and your back pressed flush against a wall, or he's slowly grinding against you as you lay on plush, sprawled blankets with the sounds of a crackling fire perfectly complimenting the soft sighs that escape the both of you.
So, naturally, this morning's dream features the commander pressed firmly against you. Every inch of his front to every inch of your back. His throbbing length gliding back and forth through your slick folds between clenched thighs, rubbing against your clit so perfectly that your unconscious mind couldn't help but emulate your actions through your sleeping body.
Cody awoke to the barely audible whimpers escaping your lips. Just like in your dream, he's wrapped around your sleeping form from behind. His arm rests underneath your head, creating the most comforting pillow and his entire body is curled around yours.
He squeezes you a little tighter in response to the first tiny noises that come from you. He's never known you to have nightmares. He's spent so many nights watching you sleep as you lay across his chest or cradled in his arms. It hadn't gone unnoticed that your dreams always seem to be pleasant ones. Often, he'd wait to fall asleep, just to see the tiny smiles that grace your lips in your deepest state of unconsciousness. He'd smile along with you as he settled in to the pillows, ready to let sleep take him, lulled by the sound of your gentle breaths.
But the whimpers that escape you now are something new to him. He doesn't want to wake you, noticing that you still have a few more minutes until your alarm is due to wake the pair of you, reminding you both that there's still a world outside of your safe haven of blankets that requires your attention. So he can only hope that holding you closer to him will offer you enough comfort to chase away whatever demons you're battling in your sleeping mind.
It's not long before his hopes go unrealised as your whimpers grow steadily louder. His brows furrow in concern and he resigns himself to the thought that he has no choice but to wake you. So he gently slides his arm out from underneath your head, careful not to tug at your hair, and props himself up on his his elbow to lean over you. His free hand is just a inch away from it's intended purpose of gently stroking his fingers through your hair to wake you gently, when it suddenly stops. The moan that meets his ears is enough to instantly make him freeze, make his cheeks flush, his stomach drop and his instantly hardening cock twitch against your bare ass.
His frown turns to a grin as he realises exactly what kind of dream you're having. Not a nightmare at all. He should really wake you up.
But as soon as his thought forms, with no time for him to act on it, you push back and grind your ass so perfectly against his hardening length. Slow and hard and just enough to force the breath he was holding out of his lungs.
Fuck.
"Mesh'la," He begins, his words coming out far more breathy than he'd intended, "You need to wake..."
His sentence is cut short by the sound of you urgently whining his name as you roll your hips back against him again.
He knows that sound all too well. The way you moan his name; breathy and strained, with furrowed brows and he knows that whatever's going on your head right now, it's about to make you come. It's him, of course. You just said it yourself. Even in your sleep, it's him that has you writhing and whimpering and calling his name. And oh, if that's not something to proud of.
But he decides that he'd much prefer to hear it from you when he's actually putting in the work to earn it.
Time to wake up, gorgeous, he thinks to himself as your hips continue to grind back against his, creating the most delicious friction.
He knows you always set your alarm to wake you up a little early when he's here. Just to steal a few more moments with him, wrapped is his warmth before you both have to begin your days.
You awaken to the sound of your lover's voice in your ear. You faintly recognise a strange mix of amusement and desperation in his tone, "Good morning, Mesh'la."
It's not long before you register the wetness and throbbing between your legs and Cody's fingers pressed tightly in to the flesh of your hip, the same way he does when he holds you to the bed with his face buried between your thighs in a attempt to hold you still as he takes his time absolutely devouring you.
But why is he trying to hold you still? And why does he sound so pleased with himself?
Oh, you bastard.
Your dream comes slamming back in to your mind, full force. The way the head of his cock moved against your clit. The way his teeth grazed against your shoulder as he rutted against you from behind. The sounds of his laboured breathing so close that you could feel his breath fanning down your neck. The way the white hot heat rose inside you as your rocked back against him and you were just about to- "Why did you wake me up?!" You groan as you attempt to move your ass back against him, desperate to make your dream a reality. You were so, so close and you're still throbbing and the asshole had to wake you up with that shit-eating grin that's now plastered across his face.
"Sleep well?" He asks you with a raised brow and quirk of his lips, smug as all hells. But he's not fooling you, you've been doing this for long enough. You know him better than you know yourself at this point. Try as he might, he can't hide the minute strain in his voice. You know you were rocking against him whilst you were dreaming, otherwise he wouldn't still be gripping so tightly to your hip. You know he's hard. You know he wants to do something about it. But you know he'd never do anything without you being fully aware and fully able to consent. You trust this man with our life, of course you can trust him while you sleep, regardless of how hard you've accidentally made him. Of course he's teasing you. Of course, he's in one of those moods. No matter how desperate he might be, he's going to make you work for it. But you know the second you finally manage to loosen the grip he has on your hip and grind against him, that cocky smirk's getting wiped straight of off that far-too-beautiful face of his.
And fuck, he really is beautiful in the morning, you think as you open your eyes fully. He's beautiful all the time, but there's just something about him early in the morning. Whether it's the sparkle in his eyes that's just a little bit brighter or the slight drop in his usually stiff posture that makes him look that much more relaxed. Maybe it's how he manages to look so soft, despite the battle scars that litter his gorgeous face and perfect body. Whatever it is, you can't keep your hands off of him for a moment longer. So, you'll turn his little game back around on him.
"Mhmm, did you?" You finally answer, feigning innocence and ignorance as you smile sweetly up at him, still propped up with his free hand, smirking down at you.
You twist your body towards him and he loosens the grip on your hip in favour of trailing his hand around to your bare back as you come around to face him. You're laying on your side, fully facing him now and he feels your arms moving beneath the sheets. So he begins to lower himself backwards against the pillows, ready to scoop you into his arms and lay your head on his chest like you do every morning that he's here. He absolutely intends to hold you for a while, but gods he wants to hear you whimper his name at least once more before he has to watch you get dressed and leave your apartment for the day. So that's what he'll do. Hold your delicate form against him for a while, allow you to wake up in your favourite way -cradled against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat- before he gets to work recreating whatever is was he was doing to in your dreams.
But your hands never make their way to wrapping around him like he's expecting.
You can't help the feeling of satisfaction that washes over you at the sound of his breath catching in his throat and the way every muscle in his body tenses when you trail a hand much lower that he was anticipating, grazing your finger across his inner thigh. Just high enough that you feel coarse hair tickling the tips of your fingers.
You're not even sure if he's breathing now as you tentatively trail feather soft touches up his pelvis, around the dark, coarse hair and down the inside of his thighs.
You know you're playing with fire as he lets out an impatient groan but you continue to graze your fingers as close to his rock hard cock as you can get, without touching him exactly where he needs you to.
"Mesh'la" he warns with a slight frown upon his face, his lips parted to let his frustrated sighs escape and his hands at his sides lightly gripping at the sheets beneath him.
You know he's finally beginning to crack when you feel his hips shift, ever so slightly, chasing your hand in a desperate attempt to get you where he wants you.
You feel one of his hands move across the mattress and try to work it's way in between your closed thighs.
"I didn't say you could touch me," you whisper in a petulant tone as you try to stop a wry grin from appearing on your face whilst using your free hand to move his away from your thighs. You know very well what you're doing to him. But he ruined your dream, and subsequently, your building orgasm, not more than a few minutes ago. You're not complaining though. Not really. Because now you get to have the real thing. You get to have this beautiful, beautiful man, your man, squirm at your touch and hear his laboured breaths as you tease him towards the very edge of insanity.
But he won't beg. He's far too proud to admit that he's losing his grip on his self control. But of course, he doesn't have to beg. His body betrays him as his hands grasp tighter to the sheets, turning his knuckles white. He bites hard into his bottom lip to hide his frustrated whimpers from you and his hips buck even higher now to find some sort of friction against his throbbing cock as you ghost a single finger up and down the length of him.
"Kriff!" he manages to groan out, eyes clenched shut, quiet and breathy so so desperate, "You keep... teasin' and I'm... gonna fuck you through this headboard."
And stars, if you didn't clench around nothing at the thought of the Commander slamming in to you so hard that you won't be able to walk straight for the rest of the day. You're not proud that it only took once sentence from him to have you completely give up your control. But if it means he'll take you the way he just promised, then pride be damned.
"Sounds like an empty threat to me, Commander."
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So, here you are.
On your back, three positions and just as many mind-shattering orgasms later, slamming your free hand against the snooze button for the fifth time while the other clings to Cody's bicep like he's the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Your legs thrown over broad, strong shoulders. Warm, calloused fingers digging firmly in to your thighs to hold them against his chest. Cody's cock stretching you and slamming in to you at a brutal pace that's knocking the breath out of your lungs with every impossibly deep thrust. You whimpering, a completely cock-dumb mess, unable to form a single coherent thought, while Cody's sweat-slick body towers above you, watching as his length pounds in and out of you and how your tits bounce with every thrust of his hips. Admiring your blissed out face as your eyes roll back in to your head and you try to form the words to tell him just how fucking amazing he makes you feel.
It's only when your alarm sounds for the sixth time, in it's unrelenting five-minute intervals, that his hips slow and he glances over to the clock. Finally taking note of the time and your repeated attempts to snooze the damn thing, promising yourselves that you'll stay like this for just five more minutes. But that's clearly not working out for either of you.
"You're late." He sighs. He knows it. You know it. You know you should actually be arriving at work by now, and even though his pace has slowed almost to a halt, he still isn't stopping. Choosing to slowly slide in and out of you while he continues to hold the backs of your legs against his strong, perfectly tanned chest.
All you can do is moan in disapproval and reach your hands around your thighs to grip at his hips and pull him towards you, hoping it's enough to spur him on, to pick up his pace again.
"Fuck... We need to get to work..."
"I do," you counter, almost proud that you've managed to form two whole words within the last thirty minutes, "You're on shore leave, love." You remind him. Suddenly warming at the thought that you finally, finally get to have him to yourself for an entire week. It's been far too long since you were able to spend any more than a night or two wrapped up in each other, trying to soak up every bit of each other before he had to leave again.
"Maybe you should get up then?" He suggests, with a knowing look in his eye. A look that says that he knows you're not going anywhere.
"Maybe you should stop fucking me then." Please, please don't stop.
"Maybe."
Slowly, so, so slowly he begins to pull out of you. You can't help but stare up at him, as he's looking down between you at the way his cock slowly begins to leave your warm, wet heat, hissing through his teeth. For a moment you think he's actually going to stop. You're sure he's going to just pull out of you and usher you out of bed to get ready for work just to turn up embarrassingly late. Make you wait in unsatisfied frustration until you're back in his arms again after your shift; until after you've spent the entire day craving his touch, his warmth, his strength, his lips against yours, all of him.
There's the faintest smirk on his lips now that makes you even more certain that he's planning to stop. You're ready to protest, ready to give him hell, but his eyes suddenly find yours and you know he has other plans entirely. You barely have time to brace yourself before he's slamming back in to you. Harder, faster and unrelenting. Just when you thought he couldn't take you any higher than he has been for the past half an hour, he proves you wrong. So wrong. You can already feel yourself begin to clench around him, and if his stuttering hips, the light sheen of sweat glistening over his skin and his desperate moans are any indication, he can feel it too.
His grip on your left leg loosens and he's supporting the back of your knee as he wraps your leg around his waist. The other still firmly clasped against the length of his torso as he kneels above you. He doesn't let up his punishing pace as his free hand travels from your knee, leaving a trail of goosebumps as it slides down your inner thigh, closer and closer towards your glistening folds. Your heart's pounding so hard you begin to feel dizzy, knowing he's close, knowing he wants to get you there at the same time as him. His fingers slide over your clit so easily. You're soaked. Your entire sex is glistening, you've coated Cody's cock so well that he glides in and out of your tight cunt with ease and you can feel the damp patch on she sheets beneath your ass.
Maker, you're so close. Cody's groans and flexing abs only hurling you towards your climax that much faster. His rhythmic thrusts become sloppy at the same time he starts to feel your walls flutter around him...
And then your communicator sounds.
"Fuck," you both complain in unison. Cody's hips immediately halt and his chin drops to his chest, at the same time your head flops back into the pillows in unbridled frustration. He lets out a pained sigh before looking over to your nightstand to find out who had the audacity. You can't help the small chuckle that forms in your throat when you peel your eyes open and see Cody staring daggers at the source of the beeping, as if that's going to make it stop.
"It's Arvi," he grumbles. Your boss. Shit. Cody reaches over to grab your comm, with his cock still buried inside you and you let out a needy moan at the way his cock hits you right in that perfect spot as he leans over you.
You hold out your hand, ready to accept the device and give yourself a few seconds to catch your breath and fabricate a reason for you not being there to start your shift.
But Commander Asshole presses the answer button before you get the chance to take it and that smug grin from earlier reappears back on his perfect face. He really does think he's hilarious.
You mouth to him, WHAT THE FUCK?!, your eyes blown wide like a fathier caught in the headlights. He gives you no time to adjust to him pulling out of you, gracing you with an amused snort and watching you clasp your hand over your mouth to prevent your boss from hearing your whine at the loss. Cody collapses by the side of you as you fix him with the most deadly stare that you can muster and you sit up with a finger pressed to your lips, warning him to keep quiet. If she knows Cody's here, then she'll know exactly why you're not there.
"Hi Arvi." You finally answer, trying your damned hardest to keep your voice steady.
"You're late, hun. Everything ok?" Comes the tinny reply.
You glance over to Cody laying flat out on the bed next to you. You're not sure what you were hoping for. Moral support? Help making an excuse? The ability to turn back time and not find yourself in this horrendously awkward situation of your own making?
Whatever you were hoping for, you're not going to get it. The best he can offer you is an amused expression and an unhelpful shrug of his shoulders.
So, you do what any sensible, rational person would do in this situation... You flounder.
"I, uh, I'm a... migraine? Period!"
Idiot! You mentally kick yourself and ignore the shaking of the mattress beneath you that tells you Cody's absolutely pissing himself with silent laughter.
"You're a migraine period?" She questions. You swear you can almost hear the smirk and her eyebrow raising in amusement.
You don't even bother to respond. Just audibly sigh and admit defeat. There's no way you're worming your way out of this one.
"You poor thing. That sounds awful." Arvi chimes in again, clearly trying to stifle a chuckle.
You open your mouth to say something. Anything. But you're cut off before you get the chance.
"Take the day, hun. Stay in bed. I'll fire up a server droid." Still, you can hear the smirk.
"Thanks, Arvi. I owe you one." You reply in relief.
"No problem. Don't forget you're on the late shift tomorrow." She informs you.
"Sure. I'll be there!" Ok. Everything's fine. Just say goodbye and you're home free.
"So you get to have her all to yourself tomorrow morning, Cody!" She giggles, deliberately speaking louder through the comm so Cody can hear from wherever he might be in your apartment.
Dammit!
Yours and Cody's heads whip around to meet each other's eyes, both wearing expressions of naughty school kids who have just been caught smoking in the bathrooms.
"Hi Arvi." Cody pipes up, wincing.
But you hear Arvi's full belly laugh now as she finishes off the call, "Hi sweetie! Don't wear her out too much, ok? I need her tomorrow."
And with that, the communicator clicks off.
"Wow. Quick thinking. Migraine period. How the hell did she see through that one?" Cody asks, all amusement and dripping with sarcasm.
"Ugh, shut up." You whine, falling face-first down into mattress in utter embarrassment.
Deep down you knew you wouldn't find yourself in trouble with Arvi. She's not only your boss, but a good friend. She has been for years.
Besides, in your years of working at 79s, you've hardly ever missed a shift and she's always on about what a great worker you are and how everybody loves you and she never wants to let you go. Occasionally joking that she's going to chain you to the bar and keep you there forever.
It's how you met Cody. Valiantly stepping in to rid you of two piss-drunk creeps that wouldn't leave you alone one night. So she's been aware of your relationship from the start. She's no stranger to the struggles of being in a relationship with a clone; dating a clone sergeant herself, who she met shortly after you and Cody made things official between you. So it's really no surprise that she'd be so understanding of you stealing away with whatever precious time you get to spend together...
Cody disturbs your musings just moments later, gently grasping your shoulder and turning you over on to your back.
"Morning," he chuckles, gazing down at you from his place next to you, head propped up once again on his hand and his body turned towards you.
You peel your eyes open and take in the sight of him. Flushed cheeks, chest still slightly heaving and looking at you like you're the brightest star in the sky.
"Morning," you smile in reply, reaching your fingers towards him to run lazily through his mussed up hair before planting a gentle kiss to corner of his lips.
"I'll go make breakfast." You sit up, still internally cursing your boss for the interruption, and swing you legs over the side of the bed. Your feet barely touch the floor before you feel warm, firm hands grip at your biceps from behind.
You have no time to protest as you're quickly pulled down on to your back, Cody hovering over you with a sly smile, "I'm not finished with you yet."
He gives you no time to reply before he crashes his lips to yours in a searing kiss, stealing your breath away. No matter how many kisses you've shared before, you still feel your heart leap and your stomach flip like it's the very first time.
Distracted by your pounding heart, soft lips moving against yours and the butterflies in your stomach, you only just register the feeling of Cody nestling his hips between your open thighs. You eagerly wrap your legs around him, hooking your feet together to pull him in as close as you possibly can, desperately seeking some friction. His hands slowly trail from your biceps towards your wrists, carefully grasping them together in one of his large hands and pinning them to pillows above your head.
"Stars, you're beautiful like this," he whispers, breaking the kiss and nudging the tip of his nose against yours.
The hand not binding your wrists trails down past your ribs and tickles over your hip, steadily downwards to find purchase on your outer thigh. He gives it a gentle squeeze; Silent encouragement for you wrap your legs even tighter around his waist. You oblige whilst you also lift your head to capture his lips again. He wastes no more time, sheathing himself back in to you painfully slowly. Slow enough to elicit desperate whimpers of frustration from you that he eagerly swallows.
When he's finally at the hilt, you're silently begging for him to take you. Your thighs squeeze against him, your fingers of your now released hands digging in to the corded muscles of his back. Finally, finally he begins to move. His previous harsh thrusts have been replaced with deep grinds of his pubic bone against your clit, his cock only leaving your heat by mere centimetres before he rolls his hips against you again. There isn't an atom of space between your bodies as his chest and abdomen glide against yours. His arms now completely encircling your form. You can feel his heart beating against your chest and the almost silent curses that fall from his lips and fan against your face with his forehead resting against yours.
You peel your heavy lids open to find him already gazing so deep in to your eyes that you couldn't look away even if you tried. If your life depended on breaking this eye contact, you'd die happily, knowing that the look of devotion and admiration on Cody's face was the last thing you'd ever see.
You whimper as he grinds deeper now, simultaneously hitting that spot inside you and adding the perfect amount of pressure against your clit with deep rolls of his hips, in the way only he knows how. The way he always does, to turn you into a mindless wreck.
"Cody..." you moan.
There it is. That beautiful sound. The one he's he's been aching to hear since it left your sleeping lips this morning.
"Kriff... Come for me, Mesh'la..."
You're clenching harder now. A heat building low in your abdomen. Feeling every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls. He's faltering. His meticulous pace becoming erratic a sloppy. His breathing loud and laboured, littered with grunts and moans, urging you closer and closer...
"Cody... Ah... Fu... I'm gonna... Cody!" You cry as lights flash behind your eyelids, your cunt clenching and clit throbbing so hard you forget how to breathe.
He doesn't take long to follow as he thrusts into you two, three more times before he's spilling white, warm and wet inside of you, crying out your name with a string of curses as he falls forward, pressing his body against yours, still grinding his hips against you to coax the last few whimpers out of you as he gently brings you back down to reality.
You spend a few long moments now tucked in to Cody's side; your head on his chest, with strong, gentle fingers combing through your tousled hair. The sound of his heartbeat beginning to return to it's usual steady pace and the feeling of his fingers against your scalp is enough to tempt you back in to closing your eyes and allowing sleep to begin to take you once more.
That is until you feel your lover begin to shift from underneath you.
You let out an unflattering groan, in protest, hoping to convey your disapproval. But all it earns you is a small chuckle and soft kiss to your temple.
"I'll make the caf. It's the best remedy for migraine periods, you know." Cody mocks.
"You're the worst." You mumble, lifting your face from the pillows to fix him with a pointed stare.
"But you still love me." He counters, with a genuine smile that tells you he knows exactly how true that is.
You really, really do.
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Could I please request a flirty drabble using:
6. “your kisses mean the world to me.”
7. “just one more kiss.” “i can’t. i’ll be late for work.”
23. “Is that a threat?” “Its a promise.”
With commander cody x f troublemaker reader.
Thank youu😊
A/N: AHHH! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! This was super fun, but super short. I hope you like it. I just finished it and had to get it out before I forgot. I will be adding more prompts because I just hit a major goal for my blog fyi. But that's not relevant, anyways, hope you like it!!!
Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
Warnings: Sexy times implied, not rated E(but definitely a PG-13 rating), not beta-ed, kinda cheesey
Commander Cody x F!Reader
“One more?” You squealed, leaning over your sheets to kiss him. You tried to catch his lips but he didn’t even look up at you, still too focused on trying to find his codpiece.
“Just one more kiss, I promise,” You pleaded, pulling yourself to the edge of your mattress. Your lips were just mere inches away from each other, yet his focus was still on that dang codpiece.
“I can’t. I’ll be late for work,” was all he said before turning away, heading to the bathroom to presumably check there again.
“I think you can risk being a couple minutes late,” You called out before getting out of bed and following his footsteps, “Just for today? Just for me?”
“I was just a couple minutes late yesterday because of you,” He said, coming out of the bathroom quickly, snapping one of his thigh plates on, “If I keep this up, all of my troopers are gonna expect something more out of me,”
“Like what? Will they want kisses too?” You teased, “Will those kisses mean the world to them,” You said softly, looking up at him, lightly grasping his chin to make sure he was looking down at you, “Because your kisses mean the world to me,”
“Really?” He said, a grin tugging at his lips. You could see his facade breaking in front of you.
“I promise we won’t waste any time,” You said, “Just give me what I want,”
“Are you sure about that?”
You placed one hand on the nape of his neck, stroking your hand through his hair and nodded.
“Kriffing shab,” He muttered, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, “You’re gonna regret making me late,”
“Is that a threat commander?”
“Better, it’s a promise,” He said before pushing his lips onto yours.
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Comforting Commander Cody Part 2
Summary:
After having to endure a brutal senate meeting, Commander Cody seeks comfort
Author’s note:
This was a request from @ttzamara who asked for a more dom!reader and sub!cody dynamic. When I tell you this is pure filth for the most part I mean it. Absolute filth. While it is technically a prequel for A Sniper’s Competition, it can be read independently from that story. I hope you all enjoy this and please let me know if you have any other Cody or Fives requests!
Mando’an translations:
Mesh’la: beautiful
Al’verde: Commander
Aikiyc: desperate
Ner jate verd: my good soldier
Gedet’ye: please
PART 1 of Comforting Commander Cody
MAIN SERIES
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The softness of the knock on my door should have been the first thing that alerted me to something being wrong. No one on a military base knocked softly. I called for the person to come in and as the door whooshed open, I took in a bucketless Commander Cody.
“Al’verde,” I purred. “Wasn’t expecting to see you back on Coruscant so soon.”
Normally, hearing his title in Mando’an would have had Cody crossing the room as quickly as possible to pin me to a wall, but he didn’t move. His gaze was a bit glassy, like he wasn’t completely seeing the room in front of him.
“Cody?” I questioned, standing quickly and stepping in front of him. “Cody, what’s going on?”
He let out a heavy sigh.
“I’m tired,” he said simply like that explained everything. I glanced back to my bed.
“Did you need to sleep? I know my bed is more comfortable than the regulation cots. You can bunk with me for the night.”
He shook his head.
“No, I’m tired of everything.”
I reached up and pressed my hand to his cheek. He leaned into the touch, a ragged breath leaving him.
“What brought this on?” I asked softly. I didn’t like seeing my usually confident and commanding friend like this.
“They made me report to another senate meeting,” he answered. I tensed. Senate meetings weren’t fun for a normal person but for a clone? They were demeaning and terrible to experience. Having a group of people talk about you as if you’re nothing but an expendable droid for them to control tends to take a toll.
Being the highest ranking clone in the GAR, Cody had to occasionally go through the gauntlet of giving status reports. These meetings had normally made him angry, resulting in his domineering side to shine in bed afterwards, but the Cody in front of me looked defeated. I waited quietly, knowing he would continue when he was ready.
“They want to fund more clones and they want to speed up the process,” he said, gaze going hazy again. “We don’t even get a childhood and they want to accelerate us even more. They didn’t even ask me what I thought, just made me listen. What’s the point of being in charge if I can’t make a difference for my own brothers?”
Reaching out I yanked him into my room, pressing the button to shut the door behind us. What Cody was saying bordered on treason and I didn’t want anyone to hear it.
“Cody, look at me,” I commanded. When he didn’t, I gripped his chin and harshly pulled his head to look into my eyes.
“You are an amazing Commander. You do everything you can for your men. I absolutely hate that you guys don’t have the rights you deserve or the chance to live normal lives, but that is not your fault. Do you hear me?”
He didn’t verbally answer me, just a small nod.
“I need you to use your words, mesh’la,” I told him. This was the opposite of our usual dynamic, but he needed to get this off his chest before he went back onto the battlefield. He let out a startled grunt at my term of endearment.
“I hear you,” he confirmed quietly. His hand gripped the wrist that held his chin, but it wasn’t to remove it, it was just to have something to hold onto. An anchor.
His eyes slowly roamed my face before landing on my lips. With a gentleness that wasn’t normal for him, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
It was a kiss full of soft caresses, one unlike any I’d shared with him before.
“Mesh’la,” he breathed as he pulled away slightly. “I don’t want to be in charge tonight.”
“You sure?” I questioned, wanting his full consent. Cody craved control. For him to give it up willingly was not something I’d be taking lightly.
He nodded his affirmation and I pulled away from him, leaving my hand on his chin to keep his eyes on mine.
“You will call me ma’am and if it becomes too much at any time then you say meiloorun. Understood?”
The safe word made him crack a smile, just like I’d hoped it would.
“Remove your kit and then lay on the bed soldier,” I demanded.
“Yes ma’am,” he said while slowly working to remove the latches of his kit. I didn’t know if he was stalling on purpose or still in a funk so I decided to add some incentive. I inched next to him, leaning closer to his ear and whispered;
“If that kit isn’t off in the next minute, then I’ll be the only one cumming tonight.”
The only time I’d ever seen a kit removed faster was after Fives had hidden a bunch of bugs in Echo’s armor. Cody might have beaten that record because he rapidly unlatched everything and let it fall to the ground before climbing onto the bed.
He laid there in just his blacks, cock already straining against the tight fabric. As I approached him I stripped off my shirt, leaving me in a bra and tight leggings. When I reached him, I gave his cock the lightest of caresses with my nails. At my touch his hips jolted with a sharp inhale.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Soldier?” I questioned, letting my fingers trail up his abdomen and chest.
“Yes,” he breathed as I traced over his neck. My grip tightened on his chin, forcing his head to look at me again.
“Yes what?” I questioned, voice full of authority. His gaze became molten.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I threw my leg over his trim waist and straddled him. Lightly, I ground against his hardened cock and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Such a good boy.”
The tiniest of groans left him at my words and I saw a flash of shock in his eyes. He was surprised he’d liked the praise so much.
I captured his lips with mine, tongues mingling between us as I worked the top half of his blacks up his abdomen. His hands roamed my hips, grabbing hold of my backside and pulling me as close as possible against his straining duck. We broke apart as I got the top over his head. I grabbed hold of his hands and moved them over his head. I held his wrists in my hands as I ground against him.
“If you touch me,” I started with a wicked gleam in my eyes, “then I’ll stop what I’m about to do. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed. I released his hands and lowered myself down his body. With what I knew would be an infuriating slowness, I slid his blacks down his hips until his dick sprang out. It was already hard and leaking, making my mouth water for him. His heated gaze was focused solely on me, and I could tell he was putting all of his focus into not reaching down and pulling me onto his dick like he normally would.
“Look at you, so aikiyc for me to touch you,” I murmured as I slid my hands up his thighs. Cody groaned at the mando’an term. It didn’t matter what roll he was in, mando’an turned him on when it was used in bed.
“Ner jate verd,” I groaned as I finally took him into my hand. His hips jolted at the firm pressure that surrounded him now. I kept my stroking slow, teasing him until he was moaning without abandon. My tongue circled around his tip, lapping up the precum leaking from him. I moaned at the taste while my lips were just barely wrapped around him but it made him loose a stuttering breath from the vibration.
“Gedet’ye,” he pleaded, hips rising to try and get more of himself in my mouth.
“Please what? What does my good boy want?” I asked him, continuing my teasing strokes.
“Please suck my cock, ma’am. Please, I'm begging you.”
He was still begging when I took him completely down my throat and the sound that left him made me gush. I bobbed my head slow and deep, giving him what he wanted, but not completely.
“Kriff, please please please faster mesh’la.”
My mouth came off of him immediately with a pop.
“What did you call me?” I questioned, stopping all movement of my hand on him. For the first time ever, I heard Cody whine. Not just a short whimper but a full, long, high pitched whine.
“Cody?” I demanded, squeezing him tightly at his base. “What did you just call me?”
He was panting by now.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Please don’t stop.”
A contemplative expression came over me as I considered his request.
“You know what sweet boy?” I asked him as I stood. He looked like he was going to stroke out at the thought of me climbing off of him and leaving, but quickly calmed when he saw I was removing my leggings and underwear.
I straddled him and rocked against him, coating him with the wetness that had formed between my legs.
“I think it’s time for a little punishment.”
While I spoke, I reached between us and positioned him so I could slide down onto him. Both of us moaned at the connection.
“I don’t think this is much of a punishment,” he quipped. There was a bit of fire in his eyes that reminded me of his normal self.
“Talk back to me again and I won’t let you cum at all. I’ll just use you for my own pleasure and then leave,” I taunted. When I talked about using him, his duck twitched inside of me.
“Oh you liked that huh?” I asked as I ground my hips against his. ”Well then you’ll enjoy your punishment. I’m going to fuck you and you don’t get to cum until after I do.”
He cursed as I began riding him at a brutal pace. His teeth clenched together and I wasn’t sure if that was to keep control over himself or because he was trying not to outwardly beg.
“Let me hear you, Al’verde,” I coaxed, squeezing around him. He let out a long groan.
“Oh maker, please let me touch you,” he begged. I slowed my pace and leaned forward to lick up his neck before whispering in his ear.
“Touch me, Cody.”
His hands were on me instantly. They roamed everywhere. Over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, between my legs and over my hips.
“Rub my clit,” I demanded, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. His fingers slipped between my thighs without hesitation and began rubbing rapidly against the bud. I grabbed his other hand and slid his fingers into my mouth, rolling my tongue over them.
“I’m so close, please tell me your close,” he pleaded, breath short and quick.
“Don’t you dare cum,” I commanded as I got closer. I stopped my motions, letting myself grind against him as I went over the edge. His fingers kept going against my clit, working me through the orgasm. By the time I was coming down from my high, his hips were bucking against mine and pleas were falling from his lips.
“Fuck me, Cody. Finish yourself off,” I told him with a grin. With a roar he flipped me onto my back and drove back into me. His pace was unrelenting as he rammed into me with his face buried in my neck. His finger returned to my clit, rubbing furiously, building me back up to the edge quickly.
“Cum for me again, ma’am. Need to feel cum,” he gasped.
His words threw me over the edge again and I couldn’t help but scream his name. His hips began to stutter as I clenched around him and he groaned my name as he spilled into me.
We stayed in that embrace for a while, neither of us wanting or able to move just yet. Most of his weight had fallen onto me, but I didn’t mind it. His weight pressing into me was comforting. A reminder that he was there. When our breathing and heart beats had returned to normal, he rolled off of me. With a groan, he moved into a sitting position.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned. His hazy and exhaustion filled gaze turned to me. Thankfully, this haze was one of satisfied pleasure and not anguish.
“Getting the towel to clean you up.”
“Nope,” I told him, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him back down onto the bed. “That’s my job this time. You stay put.”
On shaky legs, I stood and made my way to the refresher. I cleaned myself up first before taking a damp towel and going back to where he laid on the bed. I reached down to wipe around his dick when he groaned.
“You ok?” I asked, searching for some old injury I might have missed and aggravated.
“Just a bit sensitive,” he answered with a small huff of laughter.
“I’ll be gentle,” I promised before returning back to my mission. I gently cleaned the rest of him before tossing the towel into the refresher.
I laid down next to him and pulled him against me, wrapping my legs around his and pulling his head to my chest.
“Was that ok?” I asked him as I stroked through his short hair.
“More than ok,” he answered. “I’m not sure why I liked that, but-“
His words trailed off, his mind deep in thought.
“It doesn’t matter why,” I told him softly. “It’s perfectly ok to want that once in a while. Why do you think I let you do it to me?”
He still looked apprehensive. I sighed.
“Sometimes people like us, people whose whole lives revolve around being in complete and total control, need a break from that. We need someone else to take control for a little while and make us feel good that way. As long as you enjoyed it and it felt good then that’s all that matters.”
His arms wrapped around me and his head tilted up for a kiss. While this kiss was gentle like our first one of the night, it was one full of thanks rather than upset.
“Thank you, mesh’la,” he said quietly, a breath away from my lips. “Thank you for being here for me.”
“Always, Cody. Always.”
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Finally churned out a new chapter!
“Do you like your army?” Jango asked and did his best to ignore his heart pounding in his throat. Hopefully Boba would be some distance away by now.
“I look forward to seeing them in action,” The Jetii returned, provoking a ghost of a smirk from the bounty Hunter.
'You won't,' he thought, 'not you or anyone else.'
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When the Jetii arrives to lay claim to his army, Jango and his boys are prepared
#the great escape#the clone wars#the clone wars fic#attack of the clones#jango fett#jango fett fic#commander cody#commander cody fic#captain rex#arc trooper fives#kal skirata#republic commandos#kamino#ko sai#obi wan kenobi#hello there#mandalorians
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I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀
I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?
#Commander Wolffe#Commander Cody#Captain Rex#cody#rex#Kix#wolffe#wolffe x reader#cody x reader#star wars#tbb#the bad batch#tbb season 3#captain rex x reader#the bad batch season 3#clone oc#star wars the clone wars#the clone wars#tech x reader#crosshair x reader#rex x reader#echo x reader#fives x reader#star wars celebration#tcw#tbb x reader#clone wars#clone wars fanfiction#clone wars fanfic#clone wars fic
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How did Obi-Wan not notice the thing with R2D2?? And what if he did?
Obi-Wan: We need to talk about your issues with attachment.
Anakin: ::panicking, thinking Obi-Wan's found out about his marriage:: You had a relationship with Satine Kryze!
Obi-Wan: … And Ki-Adi-Mundi is married. Jedi can have relationships, Anakin. We've talked about this.
Anakin: … I think I would have remembered that.
[Many many past conversations:
Obi-Wan: ::lecturing:: Attachment… the code… meditation.
Anakin: ::busy tinkering:: Yes, yes, master. Whatever you say, master.
Obi-Wan: This is fine. This absolutely will not come back to bite me in the ass later.]
Obi-Wan: Regardless, we need to talk about your attachment issues.
Anakin: What issues? You just *said* marriage is okay.
Obi-Wan: ::derailed:: What's that about marriage?
Anakin: This isn't about me and Padme being married?
Obi-Wan: …
Obi-Wan: No.
Anakin: This is about what I did when my mom died then, isn't it?
Obi-Wan: …
Anakin: ::getting defensive:: They deserved it! Tuskens are animals.
Obi-Wan: ::rubbing his nose:: Anakin. Stop guessing. You're literally making this worse with every word out of your mouth. There happens to be a Tusken Jedi. You've *met* him.
Anakin:: ::sheepish:: Oh. So, um, what's this about then? ::finally listening for the first time in the past three years::
Obi-Wan: I came here to talk to you about the salvage operation you ran to rescue R2D2.
Anakin: ::puzzled:: Master? You ordered me to go on that mission.
Obi-Wan: ::pinching his nose:: Anakin, you do realize that the mission would have been completely unnecessary had you just wiped the droid as per procedure?
Anakin: But R2's my buddy. I wouldn't do that to him.
Obi-Wan: You got all but two of the men who went with you killed in an attempt to rescue a droid!
Anakin: So? I would have done the same for Padme. Or Ahsoka,
Obi-Wan: …
Obi-Wan: You see no issue in trading sentient lives for an inanimate object. That, Anakin is the very definition of attachment and why you either see a mind healer or go to Jedi jail.
Anakin: What? You can't make me see a mind healer!
Obi-Wan: You're right. Jedi Jail it is.
Anakin: Noooo! I'm gonna tell my good friend the Chancellor on you!
Obi-Wan: ::fed-up with everything and feeling both sassy and sarcastic:: Oh, and what's he going to do, order the clones to turn on us and massacre all the Jedi right down to the initiates in the creche?
The Force: ::shouting:: YES!!!
Obi-Wan:: ::facepalm:: That absolutely came back and bit me in the ass.
Later:
Cody: You have a Jedi jail?
Obi-Wan: No.
Cody: Sir?
Obi-Wan: Seemed like a safe bet. ::bitter: He obviously ignored everything else I tried to teach him.
Cody: Jedi can marry?
Obi-Wan: Yes.
Cody: Jedi. As in you.
Obi-Wan: As in...
Cody: ::suddenly two inches closer::
Obi-Wan: ::squeaking:: Me?
Cody: ::smoulders::
Obi-Wan: After the war. Chain of command. Would be inappropriate. Because reasons.
Cody: I see.
Two days later:
Fox: ::eyeing the assortment of munitions Cody's just laid on his desk, including, but not limited to, slug throwers, thermal detonators, a handful of droid poppers and a rotary cannon:: So you say that the chancellor's a direct threat to the military command of the GAR and that I get to kill him if I agree to mute my external audio pickup and follow your orders?
Cody: Yes. Is there a problem? ::looms menacingly::
Fox: ::jumps up:: No takesies backsies! Thorn! Thire! It's Lifeday and Cody's just got us all a present!
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Palps gets wrekt. The Corries have the Best. Day. Ever.
Cody and Obi-Wan swear the riduurok. No one is surprised.
The mind healers ending *building* a Jedi jail just so they don't have to listen to Anakin whine any longer. (R2D2 has the option of joining Anakin. Which, no. C3PO is welcome to that. R2D2 is having none of that shit. Time to head back to his original family -- the handmaidens of Naboo. Who will let him have a little murder. As a treat.)
#star wars#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#commander cody#codywan#commander fox#r2d2#crack fic#sw clone wars
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so a few days ago I saw this post, and the accompanying tags from @brrmian :
the idea of Cody being simultaneously so cool on the surface and constantly overanalysing every interaction stuck with me so much that I ended up spitting all my thoughts into existence
so
enjoy a brief look into Commander Cody's mind:
#he regularly sends rex updates for his feedback#rex corrects the typos and sends them back without further comment#he's immune to cody's bullshit by now#commander cody#codywan#has anyone else written a spreadsheet-based fanfiction before? it's hard#i love non-traditional creative methods anyway. this was really fun#codywan fic#i guess#i should draw a comic of this
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{Clone Reader Bingo Event}
Super excited to be a part of the @clonexreaderbingo event! This'll be my masterlist for the event, but I'll be posting the individual fics in my Clone Wars masterlist as well <3
Captain Rex
Naboo Sunset
Program: When Padmé sends word to you that Rex will be on an extended leave this time, you make sure that he'll enjoy his well deserved rest with no worries. Even with General Skywalker in on your plan, no one could have foreseen how Rex would react to your affection. Naboo will always be where the two of you point as the start of your lives as riduurs.
Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff
Relationship Firsts
Program: It's not often that Rex feels insecure or shies away from the people he cares about most. But as your relationship progresses, he finds that the burdens and scars of war will always sit heavy on his skin. The weight of it all comes crashing down on Rex, and he has you to reassure him that he's more than worthy of your love.
Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! Reader -> Early Relationship
Genre: Hurt / Comfort & Smut -> Minors Do Not Interact
Marshal Commander Cody
Coming soon...
Commander Wolffe
Candy Cane Cupid
Program: Holidays come around every year with mixed emotion. Excitement buzzes as clones celebrate their first Life Day with their partners after the war. Disappointment is pushed to the back of your mind as you keep yourself busy at work while your riduur is away. Mischief is in the air when Cupid finally reveals his holiday surprise for you.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Bartender, GN! Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Counselor Note: Also for the @cloneficgiftexchange's Life Day Event!
You Came, You Called
Program: You don't know why it happens, or why it lasts for sometimes only a day or spans across months. There are days where you can't recognize the person looking back at you. On those days, there's only one person you trust to call for support. The is nothing in this galaxy that will prevent Wolffe from coming to your aid and caring for you with a tender love that's reserved only for you.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN! Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Counselor Note: Please read the warnings for this fic as it deals with mental health and heavier topics.
Arc Trooper Fives
I Wish I Never Asked
Program: It's no secret that there's something going on between you and Fives, and the entire 501st is trying to get one of you to admit that there's more than lust and friendship. A welcome party at your apartment brings in good people, decent drinks, and revealing secrets. Maybe the confident ARC trooper isn't all that sure of himself or his emotions as he leads everyone to believe.
Pairing: FWB, ARC Trooper Fives x FWB, GN! Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances
Arc Trooper Jess
I've Got My Eye On You
Program: Birthdays...no longer come with presents wrapped in a bow or bring your loved ones together for your celebration. Unable to break away from the sadness and loneliness that you've come to associate with a day meant to for fond memories, you drift away and separate yourself from the people who stand by you everyday. Each day, Jesse keeps his eye on you terrified of the person who's taken your place. This is year that everything changes for the better, but that can only happen if you let it. Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse x Intelligence officer, GN! Reader
Alt Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse & Intelligence officer, GN! Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Tradition in the Making
Program: Jesse comes home after a recent deployment to Kashyyyk with gifts and worries to share. Especially when his son runs up greets him at the door when Jesse left him in your arms. After dinner and when the little one is tucked in for bed, Jesse admits his conflicts feelings towards his GAR contract renewal and how we was able to cope being away from home.
Pairing: Dad! Jesse x GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Suggestive (barely and at the end)
Medic Kix
Galaxy's Edge
Program: Everything is too much. The war. The pressure. The responsibilities. It all pushes you to the edge, and you teeter. Just a moment away from leaving it all to try to find a semblance of peace from the raging emotions that overwhelm you. Duty bound by his medical oaths and love, Kix is by your side and knows exactly how to talk you down.
Pairing: Kix x GN! Reader, established relationship
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
#captain rex#commander cody#commander wolffe#arc trooper fives#arc trooper jesse#medic kix#captain rex x reader#commander wolffe x reader#commander cody x reader#arc trooper fives x reader#arc trooper jesse x reader#medic kix x reader#the clone wars fics#the clone wars fic#captain rex fic#commander cody fic#commander wolffe fic#arc trooper fives fic#arc trooper jesse fic#medic kix fic#camp halfwit bulletin post#counselor mythos post
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to the ends of the galaxy ✧ commander cody
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request: Commander Cody trying to find the bad batch, but in his search finds the reader, who is a Jedi that escaped order 66 and was part of Obi-Wans attack battalion. They end up spilling their unrequited feelings for one another - @captainsbestgal
pairing: commander cody x fem!jedi!reader
summary: when cody tries to find the bad batch, you end up finding him.
word count: 1,723
warnings?: love confessions, mutual pining, not proofread
and back again (PART 2)
Since leaving the Empire, Cody was always on edge. For good reason, of course. He knew the risk of leaving, of going AWOL. He weighed that risk and the benefits of getting out while he had the chance. Ultimately, leaving was his only option. Cody refused to sacrifice his morals for a corrupt government. That was not the kind of man he was. That was not the kind of man he was interested in becoming. But nevertheless, being on the run felt like the ultimate stealth mission.
What was worse, perhaps, was trying to find his brothers that were also on an ultimate stealth mission. Sure, the official report was that Clone Force 99 perished on Kamino. But Cody didn’t believe that for a second. His brothers were too damn good at what they did to go out like that. Especially when they had the girl, their sister, to protect. No, Clone Force 99 was still out there somewhere, and Cody was going to find them.
Instead, he found someone a little more…interesting? Surprising?
He was at some bar on some backwater planet. Cody learned early on that those were the best kind of places to find out about where people might be hiding. So, he took up residence in some corner booth, ignoring the drink that had been placed in front of him by a waitress that had been keen on flirting with him. He had more important things to do than entertain advances. He needed to find his brothers.
Someone slid into the booth, one of their knees bumping against his. Cody turned, ready to tell them to leave, when his breath caught in his throat. No. It couldn’t be… Could it?
“If you’re trying to keep a low profile,” you said, face turned so that only he could see you, your hood covering the view of your face from the rest of the bar, “you’re doing a real bang-up job of it.”
“What?”
“Already counted three bounty hunters itching to dig their claws into the pretty clone trooper who went AWOL.” You glanced away from him. You frowned, watching someone that he couldn’t quite see. “Make that four.”
“I don’t understand—”
“C’mon, Commander, I know you’re not stupid!” There was an almost teasing lilt in your voice, hidden beneath the sternness. He wanted to question it, but you already slipped your hand into his, tugging him out of the booth. “Act like we’re madly in love. We might just get outta here alive.”
Cody’s face felt like it was on fire. If he was honest, he had dreamed about what it might be like to see you again, to find out had somehow miraculously survived the Order. He never imagined it would be like this. Though, he mused, a lot had changed since he saw you last.
You let out a laugh as you walked through the bar, still hand-in-hand. When you neared the door, you leaned your head against his shoulder, moving your hand so you were now clutching his bicep. Cody let out of a laugh, too, trying not to act too stiff. You were saving his ass, it seemed. He couldn’t mess this shit up.
“My place or yours?” he asked. It was an appropriate question for the circumstances, in case anyone was still paying attention to the seemingly in love couple stumbling out of the bar.
“Mine,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at him. Cody’s heart stuttered in his chest. Kriff, he needed to get a hold of himself. You were playing a part. It didn’t mean anything (no matter how much he wanted it to).
Cody let you take the lead. You guided him down the dusty streets, toward an inn on the edge of town. While the two of you walked, Cody tried to steady himself. No matter how much this seemed like the plot in a cheesy holonovel, he reminded himself, this wasn’t anything like that. You were a friend, an ally. Someone that was just watching his back. While his judgment was being clouded by his affection for you, it didn’t mean you felt the same. (Though, he admittedly couldn’t stop himself from wondering if you still had to follow the Jedi Code when the Jedi have fallen.)
Your room at the inn wasn’t anything spectacular. A simple bed, a packed bag resting on a near-rotting chair. Were you living out of a suitcase? Never staying in a place long enough to fully unpack? Or were you about to leave and only stopped when you saw him? (Or, had you been following him? Watching his back? Waiting for the right moment to make your presence known? Did your Force abilities let you know he’d gone AWOL?)
Instead of asking any of those questions, or the thousands of others, floating in his mind, he chose to ask “How are you alive?” as you shut the door.
You arched a brow at him. “Obi-Wan helped me escape the Order. I’ve been on the run since. Stuck mostly to the Outer Rim, places where the Empire hasn’t yet touched.”
Cody’s heart thumped harder. He was alive? He was okay? Cody didn’t kill one of his closest friends? “Obi-Wan is still alive?”
“I don’t know for sure,” you admitted. “We went our separate ways. I don’t know what has become of him, just as he doesn’t know about me.”
“You can’t use the Force to tell?”
“He shut himself off from the Force,” you explained. You looked away from Cody, your face falling. “I can’t say I blame him. Every day, I consider cutting myself off, too.”
Cody’s hand twitched. He wanted to reach out, offer you a comforting touch. But, he worried that you wouldn’t like that. You lost everything, everyone, because of the actions of him and his brothers. He was sure you understood why, that they were following orders, but…Well, he knew if the roles were reversed, if the Jedi turned against the clones, he would feel deeply comfortable at best and enraged at worst. So, he kept his hands at his side.
“About that—” Cody cleared his throat, turning his gaze down towards his feet. “I wanted…I wanted to apologize for what happened. If, if I had known that everything would have gone the way it did, I would have disobeyed the Order the second it was given. I thought I was doing what was right. I know now that I was wrong, and I will spend every day trying to make up for that.”
You took a step toward him, standing right in front of him. You reached up, cupping his chin, tilting his head up so he would look you in the eyes. He fought the urge to nuzzle into the warmness of your hand. (Oh, how he had dreamed of you touching him so gently, so sweetly.) “It’s not your fault, Cody.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you kept talking. “I…I ran into Rex, after everything that happened. He said that all of the clones have chips in their heads that forced them follow the Order. It wasn’t your fault. There was no way for you to control it. Okay? I know the guilt is a heavy burden to carry, but the let the knowledge of it being beyond your control at least lighten it.”
Cody’s jaw clenched. Tears pricked at his eyes. Kriff. He couldn’t cry in front of you. He just couldn’t. He squeezed his eyes shut, but allowed himself to nuzzle into your hand, which had moved to cradle his cheek.
“You are still a good man, Cody,” you said. “You always have been. I would not be here if you weren’t. I would not be so fond of you if you weren’t.”
“You…” He paused, his words catching his throat. He let out a shaky breath.“You’re fond of me?”
“How could I not be?”
“Because you’re a Jedi, and I’m just a clone. Another face in the Empire’s army.” Ever since the Empire replaced the Republic, the old insecurity had slowly crept up on him. It only got worse as he was forced to remove the yellow paint from his armor, as the Empire only referred to him as CC-2224 instead of his name. Then, when the Empire expected him to follow orders blindly like a mindless soldier, to never question what he was told, he felt little different than a droid.
“But you’re not, are you? You have always stood out, Cody. You and all of your brothers.” You leaned your forehead against his, your breath fanning over your face. “Can I admit something to you?”
“Always.”
“I used to dream, more often than I might care to admit, of leaving the Jedi Order with you. Of us finding a place to call our own. A small, little farm somewhere, perhaps.” You looked away for a moment. “Rex told me once about how one of your brothers, Cut, had fled, that he started a family on Saleucami. I often dreamed that we might to the same.”
Cody’s heart thumped harder, harder, harder. Before he could process what he was saying, he admitted, “If you had given the word, I would have followed you to the ends of the galaxy.”
A small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “Would you still?”
“You just have to give me the word.”
Your hands fell from his face, coming to rest now on his hips. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around you. (Oh, he liked this. He liked the feeling of you in his arms.) “You’re looking for Clone Force 99, right?” When he nodded, you said, “Lucky you, I have a ship and a decent lead on where they are, if you would like.”
Cody let out a laugh. “And how did you manage to find them?”
“I’m better at gathering intel than you,” you said. You laughed, too. “And while you were busy being noticed by all the bounty hunters, I saw a news report of a new Riot Racer named Tech on Safa Toma. Figured there can’t be too many Techs in the galaxy, can there?”
Cody smiled. “Well, lead the way, Master Jedi.”
“And you’ll follow? All the way to the ends of the galaxy?”
“All the way to the ends of the galaxy.”
and back again (PART 2)
#commander cody imagine#commander cody x you#commander cody x y/n#commander cody x fem!reader#commander cody x female reader#commander cody x reader#commander cody fanfiction#commander cody fic#commander cody fan fiction#commander cody fan fic#commander cody fanfic#starrywrites#starryevermore
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from me to you, codywan nation!!! 🫶💋💌❤️
(bonus chibi codywan card under the cut)
I'm very much not a chibi artist so I drew this ages ago and had no idea what to do with it. Inspiration struck and they've been transplanted onto a card 😂
#star wars fanart#codywan#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#star wars#my art#it was too late to write a fic and i had to do SOMETHING because i love valentine's day so I very quickly whipped this up#hope you guys like it :3#valentine's day
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A happier galaxy where the disaster lineage is somewhat less on fire constantly and senior padawan Obi-wan has developed a fixation on Mandalorians:
Sometimes Feemor regretted just how much he had given away when he had spent 5 expensive months bribing a traumatised Obi-wan to call him brother when he was 14. His dignity, for one, his access codes and shadow cloaking techniques, another. So he had a very dignified reaction when he was awoken to the shine of his younger brother's eyes in the dark at the foot of his bed. "I wou-stop screaming it's just me-I would like a Mandalorian. How do I procure one?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
Obi-wan scowled as if Feemor was being difficult, he wasn't, he wasn't quite awake enough for that yet. "You're a shadow, you're supposed to know things."
Ah, if being a shadow granted you the secrets of the universe instead of just a great many planetary governments, Feemor wouldn't spend so much time wondering what dark rituals Dooku had committed to result in Qui-gon Jinn. (He already knew what regular rituals Qui-gon had committed to result in Obi-wan)
"I know that I'm about to punt you out of my room right now."
"...My birthday is coming up, I believe I deserve compensation for all the traumas."
Obi-wan's eyes were very big now. Feemor sighed. He flopped back down into bed. He resisted the urge to pull his blankets back up and roll over. 'Oh sure when it's time to see mind healers everything's fine but now-'
"Shouldn't you be asking Master then?"
"Master would not approve of how I plan to use the Mandalorian."
He squinted at Obi-wan for a long moment. Obi-wan stared back. He did some quick mental maths and tried not to feel old. Eh. Fine. Feemor swung his legs out of bed. "You had me at 'Master wouldn't approve'."
"Do you think I could get one by walking into little Keldabe and asking very nicely?"
As it turns out, yes he could. A few too many in fact, apparently Jedi, their ancestral enemy, in the Mando district attracted attention, who knew? Feemor knew, Feemor would have known if only he had been properly awake when this semblence of a plan was proposed. He stalked through the cantina towards Obi-wan who was leaning slightly forwards against a pillar, ah...speaking, to a Mandalorian with painted orange armour while surrounded by a larger crowd of Mandos. At least they seem mostly amused. He ignored the youngers squawk as he yanked the back of his robes so that he moved away from the Mandalorian and spun him around.
"You cannot solve centuries of animosity by batting your eyelashes."
"I'm not batting my eyelashes " Obi-wan sniffed," I'm shaking my ass, there's decidedly more effort involved."
"I miss when I was an only child." Feemor sighed deeply. He used the force to scruff the neck of Obi-wan's robes and dangle him slightly in the air. He ignored the shouting from beside him and bowed politely to the staring Mandos. "My apologies for the disturbance, this will not happ-" He considered his brother who was now yelling out his personal comm code with a wink. " Please excuse us, this very probably will happen again, we shall workshop it. May the force be with you all."
I don't have a fully planned AU but it is Codywan!!! cause I love those bitches but have some more dialogue I came up with for this AU. I'm imagining them both as like 20-23, Obi's close to knighthood. He's still a padawan for this because I think him causing Qui-gon headaches is funny. Feemor fully thinks this complicated courtship dance Obi's created is funny, he likes studying his little brother like a bug, he just wasn't prepared for him to just waltz into little kelbade and start hitting on people, though he really should have been.
Hand wavy timeline with Jaster alive but the clones are still clones, Jango was kidnapped and held in stasis or something, Jaster claimed them as Mandos. This is really just about Obi's first and biggest diplomatic achivement being friendly Jedi-Mando relations purely cause he was in his thot era. This also somehow saves the galaxy from the sith.
I like to imagine that Cody's brothers recorded that little exchange between Fee and Obi on their helmets and uploaded it online where it went viral on MandoNet before going viral galaxywide because wait holy shit is that a Jedi saying that????. Qui-gon gets called in for a very weird meeting where the council's like ok so the entire holonet has seen your padawan being horny on main but also this is like the biggest jump in our diplomatic relationship with the Mandos in centuries so like can we keep this up somehow? This results in Obi-wan being holonet famous, first through vode recordings but then he starts a space tumblr and twitter account and he's famous now. Then his friends and other jedi start accounts because wait we're allowed to do that? and those become big as well and this is literally the best PR the jedi have had in hundreds of years. the holonet loves them. the sith are fuming.
Obi-wan, scoffing: What were they gonna do? Shoot me?
Feemor: Yes.
Obi-wan: I don't believe in blasters.
Bly: ...like as a concept...?
Obi-wan: No, spiritually.
Obi-wan: I'm sure there's a nice Mandalorian we can find for you
Feemor: I'm not sure those 2 words belong together
Obi-wan: No of course not, we can't find a nice one, then they'd be all alone, we need to find an absolute bastard of one so that you two match :)
Obi-wan: Oh so Master gets to take in pathetic life forms but I don't? This one's already domesticated!
Wolffe: Debatable.
Feemor: Cody's a person! Not a stray tooka!
Obi-wan: Master takes in stray people all the time! That's how he got me!
Qui-gon: How do you explain this behaviour Padawan ?
Obi-wan: The force pushed me towards the Mandalorians Master, it was quite insistent on me developing better relations with them given our difficult history.
Feemor: Fascinating, please do elaborate, I'd love to hear the theological implications of a force-assigned kink.
#yes i will put jedi on social media into everything#i think early 20s menace obi wan with equally menace cody is so good#cody looks at this ginger twink and is like oh theres definitely something wrong with him but he amuses me so hes allowed to stay#cody: obi wan has 57 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces how can i not fuck him?#star wars#obi wan kenobi#feemor#codywan#commander cody#feemor and obi wan#jedi order#disaster lineage#star wars fic
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Sooo... I'm thinking of writing a fic about Rex obtaining a set of traumatized twins (Fives and Echo) and having to learn how to parent them (similar to Buir Basics, which gave me severe brainrot, one of my favorite fics, I love it). Would people be at all interested in that?
#I drew this for the fic#but like#IDK if I should actually start posting the fic#I've never posted anything before#so im nervous#help#tcw#the clone wars#clone wars#rex tcw#tcw cody#tcw rex#fives#clone trooper echo#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#captain rex#commander cody#star wars
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Okay, but Obi-Wan wearing trooper blacks under his robes? The Negotiator is stocked with underwear and undertunics for one Jedi and the equivalent for several thousand clones, and I'm pretty sure Obi-Wan gets into the kind of trouble that leaves his clothes in a state beyond saving more often than normal people.
How much time did Obi-Wan spend walking around the Negotiator wearing just blacks and his coat (hinders movement = not worn into battle and shrugged off before fights, ergo longer life span than his robes and leggings)?
How many heart attacks has this given Cody?
And what do you want to bet he gives Obi-Wan some of his own laundered blacks rather than a new set when he picks him up from medical, even though it makes the heart attacks worse?
Also, the robe drop when they do go into battle - yes, shiny, we know our General is hot, we know blacks without armour leave little to the imagination but sadly the only way to get him to wear that is to put it on him while he's unconscious. Please avert your eyes, focus on the battle, and see the self-help group on deck 12 later for advice on how to proceed from here. Also, don't ever let the Commander catch you looking at the General's, ahem, assets.
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