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caelyne · 9 months
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they like rye a normal amount 🗓️: June 28, 2022
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andy-clutterbuck · 7 days
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The Ones Who Live | 1x04
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drama-glob · 4 months
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I love how you can see Ozzie's eyes and smile waver like he's about to happy cry. I know I am. ^_^ <3<3<3
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etherastralis · 2 months
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Sleepy Cuddling Prompts
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- For big spoons holding your little spoon tightly against your chest cause you know how when they toss and turn they can't sleep
- And you don't want to let them go
- For little spoons being cradled in the warmth of the big spoon is so comforting you can't sleep without them
- Pulling one another back to them when they wake up in the night and they're too far away
- Nuzzling into their chest or neck feeling content
- The smell and warmth of them is just too much to resist
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 8 months
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things that cannot reasonably fall under the definition of singing
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whumpster-dumpster · 8 months
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Need more affectionate nuzzles from Caretaker, please and thank you (bonus points if they're platonic)
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pet-cemetery-emotes · 2 months
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Nuzzle Bases!
Fluffy with pointed ears, short fur with pointed ears
Fluffy with long ears, fluffy with long ears alt., short fur with long ears
Fluffy with floppy ears, short fur with floppy ears
Feel free to edit and use wherever! If you post your edits on tumblr, feel free to @ me so I can see :D
You can also send me an ask to request edits! I can color the dogs, and mix and match features. I would like to make additional bases with medium fur length, and cocked ears as well. Open to making fox edits as well!
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obsessiveagony · 1 month
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If you like my work, consider buying me a coffee ❤️☕ Dream had never experienced a cow like Cow 1389.
He was constantly at Dream’s side, nuzzling and mooing lowly, ears wiggling happily and tail swishing side to side.
“Boss…why are you letting him do that?” asked Matthew.
“It causes no harm and he seems happy. And happy cows bring us sweet milk.” Dream replied, looking down as Cow 1389 pressed his nose into Dream’s chest.
“Yea but…”
“But…?”
Matthew fidgeted with his shirt hem. “Boss…he’s scenting you.”
Dream blinked.
“He’s…marking you as his mate…”
Oh….
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sleepingcatemojis · 9 months
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nuzzling on someone’s shoulder emojis, with & without puppy ears! requested by anon (link)!
feel free to use in your servers but do credit me!!
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witchtaunter · 10 months
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Two Horses in a Field Comm for ThatHumanHorse
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annaberunoyume · 1 year
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(Naga!Reader contemplates Wally after they hypnotized him into a non-sleeping trance)
Y/N: (After they placed a comfortably coiled-up Wally at the foot of his favourite tree, they see that he is not falling asleep) You're not sleeping?
Wally: (tiredly, heavily raises his head, smiling)...I...wanna..look at you... (he smiles blissfully) You're...in a...halo of colours...Prettier than my...art...
Y/N: Aaaw, still such a flirt even under my spell...(They lovingly cup his cheeks) And you never looked cuter than right now...My sweet, precious, sunny prey...(They nuzzle his nose tenderly)
Wally: (nuzzles back tiredly) I love you...
Y/N: I love you, too...Forevermore.
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nm-alhilal · 6 months
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nicoscheer · 3 months
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This is Alex.
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He really likes his personal space.
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This is Miles.
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He also really likes Alex’s personal space.
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As seen here :
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The last shadow puppets for GQ April 2016
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drama-glob · 1 year
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I just can’t get enough of their little nuzzle. ^_^<3<3<3 Now they are titan siblings. :) <3<3<3
Bonus: King to the rescue!
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animatormations · 3 months
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Couples Headshot YCH 💖 Slots available here!
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star-wars-writing · 3 months
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A tale of Love and War
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Hey Star Wars fans and fellow fanfiction enthusiasts! 🌟
I'm thrilled to share with you my latest work for the @codywanbingo with he prompt nuzzling. a deep dive into the untold emotions and hidden dynamics between General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody amidst the Clone Wars.
A quick shoutout to the character 'Bones,' our beloved medical droid who has made appearances in numerous fan works. Though I can't recall the original creator (kudos to them!), Bones has become a fanfic staple, and I'm excited to include him in this tale.
Dive in and join me on this journey of love, conflict, and resilience. Feedback, comments, and reblogs are immensely appreciated. Let's get the conversation going!
Onboard the Negotiator, tucked away in the labyrinth of corridors and chambers that made up the Jedi cruiser, lay a room that belonged to General Obi-Wan Kenobi. Unlike the austere, utilitarian spaces that characterized much of the ship, Obi-Wan's quarters breathed a quiet, personal charm. The walls were adorned with artifacts from distant worlds and holobooks lined the shelves, each item whispering tales of a life rich with adventure and contemplation. In this sanctuary, far from the watchful eyes of the galaxy, Obi-Wan and Commander Cody found a rare reprieve.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the starlight filtering through the viewport casting gentle shadows. Obi-Wan stood by the window, his gaze lost in the tapestry of stars that stretched into infinity. His Jedi robes, usually worn with an air of dignified command, now hung loosely around him, the fabric soft and yielding.
Cody, his armor left behind in favor of simple garb, approached Obi-Wan from behind. His footsteps were hushed, reverent in the sanctity of the space they shared. He paused just behind Obi-Wan, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, yet giving him the space to breathe in the vastness of the cosmos.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Obi-Wan's voice was a soft murmur, tinged with a wistfulness that went beyond the stars.
"Indeed, General," Cody replied, the formality of the title spoken with an affectionate undertone. He moved closer, his hands finding Obi-Wan's shoulders, fingers gently kneading the tension that war had woven into them.
Obi-Wan leaned back slightly, a silent invitation. Cody accepted, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, their bodies aligning in a seamless embrace. They stood together, two figures enshrouded in the tranquility of the room, finding solace in each other's presence.
The gentle rhythm of their breathing harmonized, a quiet symphony in the stillness. Obi-Wan turned within Cody's embrace, facing him. Their eyes met, a galaxy of unspoken words and shared experiences reflected in their depths. Cody's hand rose to cup Obi-Wan's face, his thumb caressing the beard that had become as much a part of him as his lightsaber.
"You know," Obi-Wan said, his voice barely above a whisper, "in moments like these, you make me believe that peace is possible. Not just out there," he gestured towards the stars, "but in here," he placed a hand over Cody's heart.
Cody's response was a tender smile, one that rarely graced his features but reserved for moments like this. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, a gentle nuzzle that spoke volumes. It was a dance they had mastered over time, movements born of trust and a deep, abiding affection.
In the safety of Obi-Wan's quarters, they allowed themselves to be more than just General and Commander. They were kindred spirits, drawn together in the midst of turmoil, finding in each other a strength that no war could diminish.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance.
In the hushed tranquility of Obi-Wan Kenobi's quarters aboard the Negotiator, time seemed to pause, creating a bubble of serenity amidst the relentless tides of war. The room, a reflection of Obi-Wan's life and journey, was bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, casting long, gentle shadows across the walls adorned with relics and holobooks. In this space, Obi-Wan and Commander Cody shared a moment of profound intimacy, a rare respite from their roles as General and Commander.
They sat side by side on Obi-Wan's modest bed, not as symbols of war, but as individuals bound by a connection that transcended rank and duty. The bed, usually a place of solitary rest for Obi-Wan, now became a sanctuary for shared dreams and whispered confidences.
Obi-Wan, his posture relaxed yet still exuding the grace of a Jedi, turned towards Cody, his blue eyes reflecting a depth of emotion rarely seen by others. Cody, his usual stoic demeanor softened in Obi-Wan's presence, faced him, their knees touching in a comfortable familiarity.
"It's moments like this," Obi-Wan began, his voice a soft cadence, "when the war seems a distant echo, that I dare to dream of a different life. A life where you and I could stand side by side, not just as soldiers, but as partners, free from the shadows of conflict."
Cody, his gaze unwavering, listened intently. In his eyes, there was a flicker of hope, a testament to the trust and affection he held for Obi-Wan. "General, I've seen war define many men, but with you, it's different. You've not let it consume you. You dream of peace, and that's what makes following you into battle worth every risk."
Obi-Wan's expression softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I know the Jedi Code speaks against attachments," he continued, his voice tinged with a bittersweet acknowledgment of their reality. "But in a war like this, attachments seem to be an unspoken truth. Plo Koon with his Wolfpack, Mace Windu with Ponds... we're all tethered to those we fight alongside."
Cody nodded, his hand finding Obi-Wan's in a gesture that was both comforting and affirming. "And yet, here we are, General. In defiance of rules, yet somehow, it feels like the most right thing in this war-torn galaxy."
The words hung in the air, a fragile truth that both of them had come to accept. Obi-Wan's thumb gently stroked Cody's hand, a small, intimate gesture that spoke volumes.
"Maybe, when the war is over," Cody ventured, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty, "we could find a way to continue our journey together. Not as General and Commander, but simply as Obi-Wan and Cody."
The thought hung between them, a shared dream of a future unburdened by war. Obi-Wan's gaze drifted to the viewport, where the stars shone with an ancient light, witnesses to countless stories of love and loss.
"Yes, Cody," he whispered, his heart heavy with the weight of their secret and the uncertainty of the future. "In a galaxy at peace, I'd like nothing more than to explore it with you, side by side. To see worlds without the cloud of war hanging over them."
They sat there in silence, each lost in their thoughts, yet together in their dreams. It was a delicate balance, this secret they shared, a sliver of light in the vast darkness of the galaxy. In that moment, in the quiet of Obi-Wan's quarters, their affection for each other was a silent rebellion against a universe torn apart by conflict, a testament to the enduring power of connection and hope.
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Amidst the steel corridors of the Negotiator, far from the officers' quarters and the nerve center of the ship, the heart of the clone troopers' world beat in a rhythm all its own. Here, in a mess hall shared by the 212th Attack Battalion and the 501st Legion, the air buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of utensils against trays. This was a place where rank and protocol could be momentarily forgotten, where the clones could be just men, brothers in arms, sharing stories and experiences.
The troopers of the 501st, led by Captain Rex, sat interspersed with members of the 212th. Their blue-marked armor, a stark contrast to the orange of the 212th, was a visual reminder of their different allegiances, yet among these men, such distinctions mattered little. They were united by something deeper than the colors they wore - a bond forged in the fires of countless battles, a camaraderie that transcended the divisions of units.
As they ate, the conversation naturally veered towards the day's events, the usual banter about missions and close calls. However, there was an undercurrent of something more, a topic that was approached with a mixture of respect and a hint of playfulness.
"So, has anyone seen Cody today?" one of the 501st troopers, Echo, asked with a knowing look. His question was met with chuckles and sly grins from those around the table.
"He's probably busy with General Kenobi, planning the next move," Rex replied, his tone casual but his eyes crinkling with amusement. There was a shared understanding in his words, a recognition of something more between Cody and the Jedi General.
"Yeah, those 'strategy meetings' sure seem to be doing him good," another trooper, Kix, added, air-quoting with his fingers. "Haven't seen the Commander this... relaxed, in ages."
The group erupted into soft laughter, the sound echoing warmly off the metal walls. It was true - Cody, their respected Commander, had always carried the weight of responsibility like a second skin. But lately, there had been a change in him, a lightness that was rare in the life of a clone commander. And they all knew, without needing it spelled out, that General Kenobi was at the heart of that change.
"Good for him," Fives chimed in, his voice earnest. "If anyone deserves a bit of happiness, it's Cody. He's always looking out for us, like a big brother."
There was a chorus of agreement, a sentiment deeply felt among the clones. Cody had been more than just a commander to them; he was a mentor, a protector, the one who always had their backs.
"And Rex, you must be especially happy for him, huh?" Jesse teased, elbowing Rex playfully. "Seeing your favorite brother getting some well-deserved peace."
Rex rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings. "Hey, I don't play favorites," he protested, but the warmth in his voice belied his words. Everyone at the table knew of the close bond between Rex and Cody, a relationship that went beyond rank and duty.
As the conversation continued, with the clones sharing stories and laughter, there was a palpable sense of happiness for their Commander. They might not speak openly about the nature of Cody's relationship with General Kenobi, but their subtle glances and smiles spoke volumes. They were happy for Cody, happy that in the midst of a war that demanded so much from them, he had found a source of joy, a connection that brought him peace.
Unbeknownst to Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano, who remained oblivious to the undercurrents among their troops, the clones had become the silent guardians of a secret. It was a secret they held not out of duty, but out of love and respect for two men who had become much more than just their commanders. In the camaraderie of the mess hall, among brothers who shared everything from battle scars to dreams, this was one more bond they carried - a silent vow to protect the happiness of one of their own.
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On the desolate plains of Zereth, where the winds howled like ancient spirits and the ground was etched with the scars of previous conflicts, the forces of the Galactic Republic prepared to engage once more. The sky, a brooding canvas of gunmetal gray, loomed ominously over the battlefield, mirroring the gravity of the impending clash. Here, on this forsaken world, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood at the forefront, leading the 212th Attack Battalion and the 501st Legion into the fray.
As the two armies converged, the air was filled with the deafening roar of blaster fire and the guttural cries of combat. Obi-Wan, his lightsaber a blazing arc of azure, moved with a grace that belied the ferocity of his attacks. Each movement was fluid, a dance of light and shadow, as he parried and struck with lethal precision. His presence on the battlefield was like a beacon, rallying the troops around him, instilling them with a courage that went beyond mere duty.
Beside him, Commander Cody orchestrated the movements of the clones with the skill of a master tactician. His orders were crisp, clear, delivered with an authority that commanded respect. Yet, there was an undercurrent of protectiveness in his voice, a subtle indication of his deep concern for the men under his command. His blaster rifle was an extension of his will, each shot a testament to his unwavering focus and commitment.
The synergy between Obi-Wan and Cody was palpable, a seamless interplay of strengths and strategies that turned the tide of battle time and again. They moved in concert, anticipating each other's actions with an ease that spoke of a bond forged in the heat of countless battles. To the casual observer, they were a General and his Commander, united in their goal to secure victory for the Republic. But to those who knew them, who had seen the looks exchanged in quiet moments, their connection ran much deeper.
In the midst of the chaos, a moment of near calamity struck. A separatist tank, its cannons roaring, took aim at Obi-Wan. Time seemed to slow as the realization dawned on Cody. With a shout that was both a warning and a vow, he leaped into action, firing at the tank with a ferocity that was born of something more than just duty. His actions diverted the tank's attention, but not before a blast grazed Obi-Wan, sending him tumbling to the ground.
The reaction among the clones was immediate, a collective surge of concern for their General. But it was Cody who reached Obi-Wan first, his expression a mix of relief and reprimand. "General, you need to be more careful," he said, his voice betraying the depth of his worry.
Obi-Wan, wincing slightly from the impact, met Cody's gaze with a rueful smile. "Thank you, Cody. I'll endeavor to remember that," he replied, his words light but his eyes conveying a wealth of gratitude.
As they returned to the fight, their movements became even more synchronized, a dance of survival and defiance against the overwhelming odds. The clones, witnessing this, fought with renewed vigor, inspired by the unspoken bond between their leaders.
As the battle on Zereth raged with unrelenting fury, the air was thick with the acrid smell of blaster fire and the scorched earth. The sky, once a sullen gray, was now ablaze with the crisscross of laser bolts and the fiery trails of starfighters dueling overhead. Amidst this chaos, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood as pillars of strength, their leadership an anchor in the tumultuous storm of war.
Obi-Wan, his Jedi robes billowing in the wind stirred up by the battle, moved with a sense of purpose that was both awe-inspiring and daunting. His lightsaber danced in his hands, a whirlwind of blue light that deflected blaster bolts and parried enemy attacks with a precision that spoke of years of training and experience. Yet, there was more to his movements than mere martial skill; each step, each swing of his blade, was underscored by a deep understanding of the Force, a connection that guided him through the melee.
Cody, his armor marked with the scars of battle, was a commanding presence on the battlefield. His voice, amplified by his helmet's comms system, cut through the din of combat, issuing orders with a clarity that left no room for doubt. He was the embodiment of discipline and strategy, his mind constantly assessing the ebb and flow of the battle, adapting tactics to meet the ever-changing tide.
The bond between Obi-Wan and Cody was a silent force unto itself, an unspoken understanding that permeated their every action. They moved through the battlefield with a synchronicity that was almost preternatural, a testament to the countless hours spent training and fighting side by side. When Obi-Wan advanced, Cody covered him, his blaster rifle a steady presence that kept enemy fire at bay. When Cody maneuvered the troops, Obi-Wan was there, his lightsaber a beacon amidst the darkness, guiding and protecting.
In a particularly fierce skirmish, a group of droids flanked the Republic forces, their blasters trained on the unsuspecting troops. Sensing the danger, Obi-Wan reached out with the Force, his awareness extending beyond the physical realm. At the same moment, Cody, perceiving the threat through the bond they shared, shouted a warning and directed the clones to form a defensive line.
Obi-Wan, with a swift motion of his hand, used the Force to push the droids back, buying precious time for Cody and the troops to regroup and retaliate. The synergy of their actions, the seamless integration of Force and military strategy, turned the tide of the skirmish, driving the droids back with a ferocity that spoke of their unwavering resolve.
As the battle wore on, the toll it took on the soldiers was evident. Exhaustion set in, the relentless pace of combat a grueling test of endurance and will. Yet, through it all, the bond between Obi-Wan and Cody never wavered. They were a constant for each other, a source of strength and reassurance in the heart of the storm.
In the quieter moments, when the blaster fire ebbed and the cries of combat faded into a tense silence, they would exchange glances. These brief interludes, laden with unspoken words and shared understanding, were a reminder of the depth of their connection. It was a bond forged not just in the heat of battle but in the moments of quiet reflection, in the shared burdens of leadership, and in the unwavering commitment to their duty.
As the battle drew to a close, with the Republic forces emerging victorious but weary, Obi-Wan and Cody stood side by side, surveying the aftermath. Their expressions were somber, a reflection of the cost of war, but there was also a sense of accomplishment, a knowledge that they had once again overcome the odds.
In the quiet that followed, as the troops began the somber task of tending to the wounded and honoring the fallen, Obi-Wan turned to Cody. "We did well today, Commander," he said, his voice low but imbued with pride and gratitude.
Cody nodded, his gaze meeting Obi-Wan's. "We did, General. And we'll continue to do so, as long as the galaxy needs us." His words were a vow, a promise that extended beyond the battlefield, a pledge of unwavering support and loyalty.
As they walked back to their command post, their steps in unison, there was a sense of completeness, a feeling that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with the unbreakable bond they shared—a bond of trust, respect, and an unspoken love that was their greatest strength in a galaxy torn apart by war.
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The dawn on Zereth broke with a crimson hue, painting the skies with the foreboding colors of war. As the first rays of light pierced the horizon, they cast long shadows over the battered landscape, a stark reminder of the battle that had raged the day before. The air was heavy with the scent of ionized blaster residue and charred earth, a tangible echo of the conflict that had unfolded.
The Republic forces, weary yet resolute, prepared to face the enemy once again. General Obi-Wan Kenobi, standing amidst his troops, exuded a calm determination. His presence was a stabilizing force, his confidence in the face of adversity an inspiration to the men who looked up to him. Commander Cody, ever at his side, reviewed the tactical displays, his mind a whirlwind of strategies and contingencies.
As the battle commenced, the air was filled with the cacophony of war – the relentless staccato of blaster fire, the deep rumble of artillery, and the piercing screams of starfighters overhead. Obi-Wan, lightsaber in hand, moved with a fluid grace, a specter of blue light weaving through the chaos. His every action was precise, calculated to protect and strike with maximum efficiency.
Cody, his blaster rifle at the ready, coordinated the movements of the clones with unwavering focus. His voice, amplified by his helmet's comms, was a constant in the tumult, guiding and directing, a beacon of clarity in the fog of war.
The synergy between Obi-Wan and Cody was more than just a product of their shared experiences; it was a connection that ran deep, a mutual understanding that transcended the chaos that surrounded them. They moved in tandem, a seamless interplay of Force and military acumen that bolstered the morale of the troops and turned the tide in several critical moments.
But war is an unpredictable beast, and in a fleeting, heart-stopping instant, the unimaginable happened. A separatist tank, hidden amongst the rubble, unleashed a barrage of fire that caught Obi-Wan off-guard. The blast sent him sprawling to the ground, his lightsaber skittering away into the debris.
Cody, witnessing the scene, felt a surge of panic grip his heart. Time seemed to slow as he saw Obi-Wan fall, the General's body limp and vulnerable amidst the battlefield's fury. Military protocol and strategic planning vanished from his mind, replaced by a single, overriding imperative – to reach Obi-Wan, to protect him at all costs.
Breaking formation, Cody charged across the battlefield, his blaster laying down a covering fire, his every step driven by a desperate need to get to Obi-Wan. The clones, sensing the urgency in their Commander's actions, rallied to provide support, their blasters joining in a symphony of defiance against the enemy.
Reaching Obi-Wan's side, Cody fell to his knees, his hands frantically searching for signs of life. "General, can you hear me?" he called out, his voice strained with fear and concern.
Obi-Wan, groaning in pain, stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. "Cody..." he whispered, his voice weak but filled with an unspoken gratitude.
Cody's relief was palpable, a weight lifted from his shoulders. But there was no time to rest; they were still in the heart of the battlefield, exposed and vulnerable. With a strength born of desperation, Cody hoisted Obi-Wan into his arms, his resolve a solid anchor in the midst of chaos.
As he carried Obi-Wan to safety, the clones formed a protective ring around them, their blasters warding off the enemy. The bond between General and Commander, a bond that had always been more than just duty, was now a visible force, a testament to the depth of their connection.
Through the blur of battle and the haze of pain, Obi-Wan held onto Cody, his trust in the Commander unwavering. In Cody's arms, amidst the harrowing storm of war, Obi-Wan found a haven, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, they would always have each other's backs.
And as they retreated to the safety of their lines, the clones watched with a mix of awe and respect. In the actions of their Commander, in his fearless rush to save the General, they saw not just the duties of rank, but the actions of a man driven by a profound loyalty and care. In that moment, Cody and Obi-Wan were more than leaders; they were symbols of the enduring strength of the human spirit, a beacon of hope in a galaxy torn asunder by conflict.
The Negotiator, a bastion amidst the stars, loomed like a sentinel over the ravaged landscape of Zereth. Within its reinforced hull, the atmosphere was charged with a tension that mirrored the ongoing conflict on the planet below. In the medical bay, a haven of sterile lights and the quiet hum of medical droids, a new urgency took hold as General Obi-Wan Kenobi was rushed in, his body bearing the grim testament of battle.
Commander Cody, his armor stained with the dust and smoke of the battlefield, accompanied Obi-Wan, his demeanor a mix of steadfast resolve and concealed turmoil. As they entered the medical bay, the medical droid known as Bones moved with mechanical efficiency, its sensors and appendages immediately attending to the injured Jedi.
Cody stood by Obi-Wan's side, his gaze locked on the General's pale face, etched with lines of pain and fatigue. The sight stirred a tumult of emotions within him – concern, fear, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He wanted to stay, to be there when Obi-Wan awoke, to reassure him with his presence. Yet, he knew what Obi-Wan would expect of him – to return to the battle, to lead their men, to fulfill the duty that they both held sacred.
As Bones worked, its mechanical voice delivering clinical assessments, Obi-Wan's eyelids fluttered, a sign of the struggle raging within his battered body. "Cody," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper, "the battle..."
Cody leaned in, his hand finding Obi-Wan's. "I'm here, General," he said softly, his voice a blend of reassurance and regret. "Bones will take care of you. I'll... I'll return to the front."
Obi-Wan's eyes opened, a glint of determination shining through the pain. "You must lead them, Cody," he rasped, his words laced with the weight of command and a deeper, unspoken bond. "Our men... they need you."
Cody's jaw tightened, a visible struggle between his personal desire to stay and his duty as a commander. "I'll come back as soon as I can," he promised, the words heavy with unspoken emotions.
With a final, lingering look, Cody turned and strode out of the medical bay, his posture that of a commander, but his pace betraying a reluctance to leave. The doors hissed shut behind him, leaving Obi-Wan in the capable hands of Bones.
Outside, the members of the 212th and 501st watched in silence, their expressions a mix of concern and admiration. They had witnessed the unbreakable bond between their General and Commander, a bond that went beyond the chain of command, rooted in mutual respect and a shared history of battles fought and hardships endured.
As Cody approached his troops, his helmet concealing the storm of emotions within, he was met with salutes of respect and loyalty. The clones knew the weight of what their Commander carried, the burden of leadership and the personal cost of war.
With a nod, Cody addressed his men, his voice strong and clear, masking the turmoil within. "The General is in good hands. Our duty is not yet done. We have a battle to win, for the Republic, for our brothers, and for General Kenobi."
The clones responded with a unified shout, their resolve hardened by the words of their Commander. They were more than just soldiers; they were a brotherhood, united in their mission and in their silent support for the leaders who had guided them through the darkest of times.
As they returned to the battlefield, the resolve in their hearts was a testament to the lessons learned from Obi-Wan and Cody - that duty and honor were the cornerstones of their existence, but it was the bonds of brotherhood and loyalty that gave them strength. In the midst of war, these bonds were their unspoken vow, a promise to stand together against all odds, for the Republic, for each other, and for the leaders who had shown them the true meaning of courage and sacrifice.
As Commander Cody re-emerged onto the battlefield of Zereth, the landscape was a tumultuous sea of blaster fire and echoing war cries. The horizon, smeared with the smoke of burning wreckage, served as a grim backdrop to the ongoing conflict. Cody, his armor now a testament to the harsh realities of war, moved with a renewed sense of urgency, driven by a dual purpose – to lead his men to victory and to return to Obi-Wan's side.
Each step he took was heavy with the weight of responsibility and a deep-seated longing for an end to the strife. The clatter of his boots against the scorched earth was drowned out by the cacophony of battle, yet in his mind, it resonated with the echoes of his unspoken desires – for peace, for a life beyond the endless cycle of war.
As he advanced, his blaster rifle in hand, Cody became a whirlwind of lethal precision. His movements were not just those of a seasoned soldier; they were the actions of a man fueled by a potent mix of duty and personal resolve. He issued commands with a clear, authoritative voice, guiding his troops through the maelstrom with a tactical acumen honed by years of combat.
The clones of the 212th and 501st followed him, their blasters a steady rhythm in the chaotic symphony of the battlefield. They fought not just as soldiers, but as brothers, their loyalty to Cody and Obi-Wan a driving force that propelled them forward against overwhelming odds.
In the heat of battle, Cody's thoughts were a swirling tempest of strategy and emotion. Each time he felled an enemy, each time he directed his troops, a part of him yearned for the conclusion of this endless war. He envisioned a life where the clatter of blasters was replaced by the tranquility of peace, where he and Obi-Wan could explore the galaxy, not as warriors, but as companions free from the shadows of conflict.
But such thoughts were fleeting, quickly eclipsed by the immediacy of the battle. The reality of the moment was harsh and unyielding, a constant reminder of the duties that bound him. Yet, even amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope that spurred him on – the hope of being by Obi-Wan's side once the fight was over.
As the battle raged on, Cody tore through the enemy ranks with a fierce determination. Each droid he dismantled, each position he secured, brought him a step closer to ending the conflict, to returning to the Negotiator, to Obi-Wan.
The fight seemed to stretch on interminably, a relentless tide of adversaries that tested the limits of Cody's endurance and resolve. But through it all, his mind held onto a singular image – Obi-Wan, injured but alive, waiting for him. This vision, this promise of a reunion, however brief, was a beacon that guided him through the darkest moments of the battle.
Finally, as the last of the enemy forces were vanquished, and the dust of war began to settle, Cody allowed himself a moment to breathe. The landscape around him was a stark reminder of the cost of victory – a once vibrant world now scarred and broken. Yet, amidst the devastation, there was a sense of accomplishment, a hard-won triumph that brought them one step closer to the end of the war.
Cody's gaze turned skyward, towards the Negotiator orbiting above. A mix of exhaustion and anticipation coursed through him. The battle was over, for now, but his mission was not yet complete. With a final, resolute nod to his troops, he began the journey back to the ship, back to Obi-Wan. In the depths of his heart, he held onto the hope that soon, perhaps sooner than they dared to dream, they would find the peace they both longed for, and the life they wished to build together.
**** 
The journey back to the Negotiator was a blur for Commander Cody. The roar of the transport’s engines was a distant rumble, lost amidst the whirlwind of his own thoughts and emotions. As the ship docked with the Negotiator, the familiar sound of the airlock engaging brought a measure of reality back to Cody. He was back, but his heart was already racing ahead, yearning to be at Obi-Wan’s side.
Beside him, Captain Rex stood silently, his presence a solid, comforting constant. Rex, who had become more than just a fellow soldier over the years, was the only one to whom Cody had ever revealed the depth of his feelings for Obi-Wan. He was his confidant, his most trusted ally, his 'favorite little brother' in a sea of brothers – though Cody would never openly admit it.
As they disembarked, Cody’s steps were brisk, his focus singular. Rex matched his pace, a silent guardian keeping stride with the storm of worry and anticipation brewing within Cody. The corridors of the Negotiator, usually a hive of activity, seemed unusually quiet, as if the ship itself was holding its breath, sharing in Cody’s anxiety.
Rex broke the silence, his voice low and steady. "He's strong, Cody. You know that better than anyone. He'll pull through this."
Cody nodded, his helmet tucked under his arm, revealing the taut lines of concern etched on his face. "I know, Rex. I just need to see him, to be there with him." His voice was a mix of determination and vulnerability, a rare glimpse into the depth of his emotions.
They continued in silence, passing crew members who offered salutes and respectful nods. Cody acknowledged them absently, his mind consumed with thoughts of Obi-Wan. Memories of their shared moments – quiet conversations, shared glances, the warmth of Obi-Wan’s smile – flooded his mind, each a poignant reminder of what he stood to lose.
Upon reaching the medical bay, Cody paused outside the door, collecting himself. This was where he left the Commander outside and stepped in as the man who loved Obi-Wan Kenobi. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, with Rex following a step behind, a silent pillar of support.
The medical bay was a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield, its white walls and the soft hum of medical equipment creating an atmosphere of clinical calm. Bones, the medical droid, was attending to Obi-Wan, who lay on a bed, his features drawn in pain but stable.
Cody’s eyes softened as he approached, the sight of Obi-Wan stirring a tumult of relief and concern within him. He reached out, gently taking Obi-Wan’s hand, the touch a silent testament to the bond they shared.
"Hey, you," Cody murmured, a tender smile touching his lips. "You had us worried there for a moment."
Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody’s gaze. "Had to keep you on your toes, Commander," he replied, his voice weak but imbued with warmth.
Rex, standing a respectful distance away, watched the exchange with a sense of brotherly pride. He understood the magnitude of what Cody and Obi-Wan shared, a bond that transcended rank and the chaos of war. It was a love that had flourished against all odds, a testament to the strength of their characters.
Cody’s gaze lingered on Obi-Wan, his thumb gently stroking the back of Obi-Wan’s hand. "You need to rest, General. We'll handle things out here."
Obi-Wan gave a faint nod, his eyes conveying his trust and gratitude. "I know you will, Cody. I have always known."
As Cody sat beside Obi-Wan, watching over him, Rex quietly excused himself, leaving the two in their private sanctuary. He stepped out of the medical bay, a sense of peace settling over him. Cody and Obi-Wan had each other, and that was enough. In a galaxy torn apart by war, their love was a rare beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the human spirit could find connection and solace in another’s heart.
And as Rex walked back through the corridors of the Negotiator, he carried with him the knowledge that he had played a part in protecting that beacon, by being there for his brother, for Cody, when he needed it the most.
**** 
In the quietude of the medical bay, time seemed to slow, its passage marked only by the soft beeping of the monitors and the gentle whir of medical equipment. The room, bathed in a soft, ambient light, was a stark contrast to the chaotic tapestry of war outside its walls. Here, amidst the sterility and precision of medical technology, a different kind of battle was being fought - a battle for recovery, for healing.
Commander Cody sat beside Obi-Wan Kenobi's bed, his posture rigid, a silent sentinel keeping watch. His armor had been removed, leaving him in his basic fatigues, a rare sight that underscored the gravity of the situation. His eyes, usually so sharp and alert, now held a softness, a depth of emotion seldom seen by anyone but Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan, lying on the bed, appeared smaller somehow, the lines of pain and exhaustion etched into his features softening in sleep. The usual air of calm command that he carried like a mantle was replaced by a vulnerability that was heartbreakingly human. His breathing was steady, a reassuring rhythm in the stillness of the room.
Cody watched him, his gaze lingering on the rise and fall of Obi-Wan's chest, each breath a silent reassurance. In these quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of the galaxy, he allowed the façade of the unflappable commander to fall away, revealing the man beneath – a man deeply in love, fiercely protective, and achingly worried.
He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over Obi-Wan's before gently settling atop it. The contact was a lifeline, a tangible connection that bridged the silence of the room. "You always have to be the hero, don't you?" Cody whispered, a faint smile touching his lips, a mix of fond exasperation and deep affection coloring his words.
Obi-Wan stirred at the sound of Cody's voice, a faint smile mirroring Cody's own. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody's gaze with a clarity that spoke of his resilience. "Comes with the job, I suppose," he replied, his voice soft but steady.
Cody's smile widened, a genuine expression that reached his eyes. "Well, this time, let someone else be the hero. You need to rest, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan's hand shifted, fingers curling slightly to grip Cody's. "You're doing a fine job at it," he murmured, the gentle tease a testament to the ease and comfort they found in each other's presence.
As they sat in silence, the room around them felt like a bubble, a sanctuary amidst the turmoil of the galaxy. In the medical bay, they were not General and Commander; they were simply Obi-Wan and Cody, two souls intertwined by a bond that had weathered countless storms.
The tenderness of their interaction, the soft exchange of smiles and quiet words, was a stark contrast to their battlefield personas. Here, there were no blasters, no lightsabers, no commands to issue or strategies to devise. There was only the shared understanding, the mutual care that had grown and deepened over time, becoming something profound and unshakeable.
As Cody continued his vigil, watching over Obi-Wan as he drifted back into sleep, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. In the med bay, with the soft hum of machines and the gentle rhythm of Obi-Wan's breathing, the war seemed a distant echo. Here, in this moment, they had found an oasis of calm, a reminder that amidst the chaos of the galaxy, they had each other, a connection that was their anchor, their solace, their home.
As the steady rhythm of the Negotiator’s heartbeats echoed through its corridors, the medical bay remained a cocoon of tranquility, insulated from the turmoil of the outside world. Inside this sanctuary, the passage of time seemed to take on a different quality, each moment stretching out, filled with a quiet intensity.
Commander Cody, sitting vigilantly by Obi-Wan Kenobi's bedside, was lost in a reverie, his thoughts a tangle of memories and hopes. The soft hum of medical equipment provided a continuous backdrop to his reflections, a reminder of the fragility of the moment. He watched Obi-Wan, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of the Jedi's face, each one a testament to the battles fought and burdens carried.
In the dim light of the bay, Obi-Wan's features were softened, the usual sharpness tempered by sleep and vulnerability. His chest rose and fell with a rhythmic slowness, a visual lullaby that held Cody in a gentle thrall. The sight stirred a deep well of emotions within him – a mix of fear, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of affection.
It was in this quiet tableau that Obi-Wan stirred, the subtle shift breaking the stillness. His hand, resting beside him, moved with an unconscious intent, reaching out. It was a small gesture, but in the silence of the room, it was as significant as a shout.
Cody's attention snapped to the movement, his body instinctively leaning forward. He watched, breath held, as Obi-Wan's hand hovered in the air, an unspoken plea. In his semi-conscious state, it was as if Obi-Wan was seeking something, or someone, to anchor him to the present.
Cody, understanding the unvoiced need, reached out and gently clasped Obi-Wan's hand, offering both physical support and an emotional connection. He watched as a faint smile touched Obi-Wan's lips, a sign that even in his weakened state, he recognized Cody's presence.
Moved by the moment, Cody leaned in closer, his movements deliberate yet filled with a tenderness that was at odds with his usual composure. He brought his face close to Obi-Wan's, their foreheads nearly touching. Then, in a gesture that was as natural as it was profound, he gently nuzzled against Obi-Wan, a tactile expression of love and reassurance.
The nuzzle, a simple act in itself, carried the weight of their shared history, of battles fought side by side, of quiet moments stolen amidst chaos. It was a testament to their bond, a connection that had grown and deepened in the crucible of war, transcending the roles they played in the galaxy.
Obi-Wan, responding even in his semi-conscious state, leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. It was a sound of contentment, of trust, a subtle acknowledgment of the comfort Cody's presence brought him.
Cody held the position for a moment longer, savoring the closeness, the rare opportunity to express his feelings without the constraints of duty and rank. In the med bay, with its sterile walls and life-saving machines, they were not General and Commander; they were just two souls, bound by an unspoken love that had become their refuge, their strength.
As he straightened, Cody's gaze lingered on Obi-Wan, a mix of worry and affection etched on his face. He squeezed Obi-Wan's hand gently before settling back into his chair, his vigil resumed. The room fell back into silence, a sacred space where the lines between protector and protected blurred, where the heart spoke louder than words, and where love, in its purest form, was the greatest healer of all.
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