OML! 😂 Cody, why are you looking at him like that?! It looks like your tryn'a PLOT something with Dylan!
I can’t! I’m dead! I will remain dead.
I MEAN THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS KILLING ME 😂😂😂
Their arrival is announced long before anyone actually gets into the house, by the throwing open of car doors and a distant shriek and what sounds like both shoes and elbows hitting tarmac. In the kitchen, Cody can see that Obi-Wan, through his smile, is setting down his glass of tea down in a very carefully safe place, shoved to the back of the counter next to the kettle, and Cody can’t say he blames him one bit.
“Ready?” he calls, and means it.
“Can anyone be? Ever?” Obi-Wan says back, in a tone of very fond long-suffering, and is drowned out, well before he can expect an answer, by the front door banging open with enough force to probably leave a dent in the wall. There are suddenly backpacks tossed into corners, sneakers (thankfully) left in a muddy pile on the doormat, and Cody puts one foot behind the other to brace for the coming avalanche.
They’re skinny and summer-tanned and yep, it hurts just as much as ever when they slam into him, but he wouldn’t give that up for the world.
“Heavier, too, my god,” he groans, and swings a giggling Echo up to his shoulder while Fives tugs at his pockets. “Aren’t you ever going to stop growing?”
“Nuh-uh,” Fives bellows, and then, as per usual, he’s charging off to the kitchen to demand his typical tribute of two cookies upon arrival, leaving Cody to grin at the still-open door as Rex finally appears.
“Alright there, vod?”
“Ask me again later. When I’m sane,” Rex says, half-muffled; he’s got Tup in a baby carrier on his chest, one duffel bag on his shoulder and another in his other hand, and looks ragged around most of his edges, his replying smile genuine but crooked. “Thanks for letting us crash here. I could kill our fucking neighbor. You didn’t hear that,” he adds, looking down in the slight, always adorable panic that Cody loves, at Tup.
“I did!” chirps Echo, and then he wisely wriggles out of Cody’s arms and runs for it, joining his brother in the (fairly easy) challenge of screwing more sweets out of Uncle Ben.
“Ah,” Rex says, and looks almost mournfully after him, recognizing a battle lost.
“Well, at least that one’s asleep,” Cody says, reaching around Rex to snap open the clasps and take charge of Tup, who looks completely dead to the world, his brothers’ haphazard attempts at braiding or otherwise messing with his hair in the car gone unnoticed. “And it probably won’t take more than the weekend to get the flooding cleaned up. Okay drive?”
“Yeah, fine. They’re totally wired from being up half the night, but I imagine they’ll conk out soon. Boys!” Rex calls, and there is an answering, resounding crash which definitely sounds like more than two kitchen chairs falling over. “We’re taking our stuff upstairs!”
“Yessir!” shouts one or both of them - Cody can never really tell - and this time the chaos is far more purposeful as they scamper out to get their packs, only devolving back into a race when they get to the stairs, trying and failing to take them three at a time.
“I owe you one,” Rex sighs, and follows them up; Cody, meanwhile, has gotten Tup out of the carrier, and, with gentle little breaths on the side of his neck, makes his way into the other room to check on whether his husband is still alive.
He is, but looks much the worse for wear for it. “Hm,” Obi-Wan says, blinking, and then he stands up and starts to - futilely, Cody thinks, because it’s just going to happen again - brush up the crumbs coating the table. “I do believe they have actually gotten louder. I wasn’t sure that was physically possible.”
“We’ll just keep this one, then,” Cody laughs quietly, and loves the look on Obi-Wan’s face when he turns to see Tup’s face tucked into Cody’s collarbone.
The next ten minutes are suspiciously silent, and when Cody steals up the stairs it’s to find that Rex’s senses are, as always, acute and correct, because the conking out has occurred in earnest. Cody will never get tired of seeing his brother like this, though Rex might bemoan screwed up napping schedules later - stretched out flat on his back on the double spare bed and the twin cots Cody and Obi-Wan had bought a couple of years back forgotten as Fives and Echo snuggle under and latch on top of his arms, little bare feet and scratched elbows and contented sleeping faces everywhere.
“What do you think?” Cody whispers to Tup, and, getting a slight sleepy fuss in return, reaches over and settles him gently onto Rex’s chest, where he curls small hands into Rex’s shirt and calms.
“Unbearable,” Obi-Wan sighs from the door, and Cody, grinning, leaves them all to it.
Heartache on the big screen - Cody Christian Imagine
Warnings: AU,time skips,fluff,death threats
Ship: Cody x reader
“and we’re back with the lovely and talented Y/N Y/L/N” Lana the interview at ET smiled as the camera panned at us both “thanks” I beamed “So give us some insight on being signed to your first upcoming movie” she looked at me expectantly.
“well I’m definitely excited but also terrified” I gave her a nervous smile “terrified? why?” she frowned “we have everyone on board for the movie except we don’t have a guy for my character. I guess everyone we offered a part was busy or something” I answered timidly “oh what a shame” she replied.
“How will you balance both your show and the movie?” she asked “I spoke to the directors and sorted something out with them so everything is taken care of” I smiled.
Tired Obi-wan gets a break during the war pls? H/C flufffffff?
When was the last time he slept?
Obi-Wan honestly wasn’t sure if he was confessing it and the
aggravated look on Cody and Helix faces, not to mention the low,
whispered conversation the two carried with each other as if they
were plotting told him it must be more then two days.
But that wasn’t important. He could catch some sleep once he was on
the shuttle again back to the Negotiator, right now he had a council
meeting to attend and pay attention to.
Though his vision was blurry he could hear just fine and responded to
the others and offered information he had managed to scrounge up,
meager as it was as he was always busy with some battle or refuge
When did his chair become this comfortable though?
‘Hmm, that’s not a good sign.’ He thought tiredly while leaning
more back, stapling his fingers a bit together and pinching the
fragile skin between thumb and index on his right hand to remain
It wasn’t doing much and Obi-Wan felt his chin tip forward and then
he knew no more for several hours.
“I told you he looked unwell.” Depa scowled at all of them. “He’s
running the damn army on his own almost. If he’s slept more then
four hours this entire week then I’m a bantha’s uncle.”
Mace sighed and stood since he was closest to Obi-Wan, kneeling down
quickly to carefully tip the Jedi’s head back a bit. Another point
of evidence was the lack of reaction to the touch, Obi-Wan just kept
“…He’s got shadows so dark they almost looks like bruises
around his eyes.” Mace offered in disapproval.
“You mean he doesn’t have blackeyes? I thought he was just
healing.” Kit offered in surprise. “You human species sometimes
heal so slow.”
“No. This is lack of sleep.” Mace grunted. “Must be the first
time he’s felt safe enough to fully conk out since he’s not
reacting.” He sighed then carefully let Obi-Wan’s chin back down,
looking around. “I think we can all agree that he’s not getting
sent out again today. Can anyone cover for him and work with
“I can.” Adi offered softly. “He doesn’t mind my company.”
“Good, for now the 212 and Kenobi are planet bound until he’s
better.” Mace nodded, looking to Yoda who nodded in return in
“Fought hard Obi-Wan always have. Tearing himself down not
necessary should be…perhaps time to part up the tasks he has?”
“…We’ll review his responsibilities and see if some of it can
be divided up.” Mace offered before standing and bending, sliding
his arms between chair and the man to lift him into his arms. “But
for now I think we’re going to get Kenobi to his quarters, inform
his commander, inform Skywalker and let him sleep.” The man offered
firmly. “Any objections?”
“None. But sit on him you might have to when he wakes.” Yoda
snorted. “Or sneak away he might.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mace shifted Obi-Wan further into his
arms, feeling the copper head fall on his shoulder before he made his
way to the doors.
Does Anakin have another nickname for Obi Wan that isn't 'Old Man'? How do others react to him calling him it? Maybe when he was worried about him after another one of Obi Wan's famous complete-disregards-for-his-own-safety-in-favor-of-others stunts?
Sighing deeply Anakin looked at Cody
and then at Rex concerned faces before looking back to where his
master was bent over his work, scribbling and squinting at the battle
plans and supply orders. “Alright, I’ll get him to bed.” He
nodded to the two before moving to his old master’s side and
resting a hand on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan?”
“You’ve been awake for four days
and that leg wound of yours need rest, its time to get to bed.”
Anakin used his best soothing and coaxing tone. Not that it generally
worked on Obi-Wan but hey, he had to try.
Being all diplomatic and that shit that
he generally had no patience for really.
But he’d try for Obi-Wan’s sake.
“Mmmn, in an hour, gotta finish
this.” Obi-Wan waved his hand a bit. “We need ammunition and
food. And I’m sitting, resting the leg.”
Absently taking note of Ahsoka joining
the troopers in watching Obi-Wan with worry Anakin sighed and rubbed
the others shoulder steadily. “Tabby, its time for bed.”
A breathless moment before Obi-Wan
moved his more then likely sore eyes from the tablet in front of him
and looked up at Anakin while squinting a bit. “Huh?”
“I said, Tabby its time for bed.”
The blond repeated, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s shoulder lightly while
the other squinted up at him.
There was a breathless sort of silence
as the display of holos and tablets highlighted the shadows around
Obi-Wan before the man grunted and held his arm up. Anakin instantly
helped him up, pulling the arm up around his shoulder and settled his
other hand on Obi-Wan’s hips. “There we go, lets get you to bed
Giving a bone cracking yawn Obi-Wan
leaned on the others side while letting himself be supported. “Mmmn,
just get me to my damn bed before you make me cry.” He mumbled,
hobbling along to his assigned tent while leaning his head on the
“Sure thing.” Anakin chuckled.
Carefully he got Obi-Wan settled on his
bunk, helping him out of his gauntlets, boots and outer tunic with
care before he levered Obi-Wan’s legs into the bunk.
“You’re an ass Anakin.” Obi-Wan
mumbled suddenly even as he dragged the blanket over himself.
“Yeah I know. I’ll handle the
fallout.” He sniggered a bit as the other settled and dropped off
asleep in moments, clearly exhausted.
Ahsoka pounced on him the moment he
stepped out of the tent, staring wide eyed up at Anakin while
clinging to his tabards. “Tabby?” She hissed, her lekkus visibly
twitching and a grin luring around her mouth.
“When, how, WHY?” She giggled.
Anakin crossed his arms over his chest
with a small smile while cocking his head. “When I just became his
padawan, I wasn’t comfortable with calling Obi-Wan Master and he
didn’t want me to be uncomfortable, so he told me as long as we
were in private I could call him anything I wanted. So when he
started to call me for Nova, I started to call him for Tabby. And it
stuck since it wasn’t disrespectful.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I only use it in private usually but he tends to listen better to
me when I use his nickname if I think he’s pushing himself.”
“Oh my Force.” Ahsoka giggled and
pressed her forehead against Anakin’s arms while wiggling a bit
around in place. “Oh that is precious. Nova and Tabby. Tabby and
Nova. Is it because of the hair? Its the hair isn’t it? He’s like
the only redhead I’ve ever seen.”
“Its the hair. Yes.” Anakin
chuckled. “But I’m going to have to ask that this doesn’t get
spread around.” He spoke up a bit louder so the troopers could hear
him. “It honestly not something Obi-Wan wants to announce to the
galaxy and it is a nickname.”
There was some agreeing murmurs, a few
sniggers and Anakin had the strongest sensation that the nicknames
were going to find their way onto the extranet somehow.
Requested by @steph-oliveira: So, the reader is married with Cody Christian for about 2 years! The marriage is been like a dream!! And then she finds out she is pregnant… She is talking about that on the phone with her mother, about how she is afraid to tell him… He hears the conversation, but doesn’t say anything because he wants her to tell him!! When she tells him he says that she shouldn’t have been afraid because he will support her with everything! A few months later she discovers that they’re having twins.
A/N: Thanks to @steph-oliveira for supporting me to write this! ❤️ I thought it would be nice to post this on my birthday so here you go
Words: about 1650 Warnings: nothing. Pairing: Cody Christian x reader
Theo may be an asshole but Cody Christian is a ray of sunshine and if you start hating on him just for his role you must be very stupid and immature.. I’ll kick your ass without hesitation.
Just look at that handsome face 😍😍
Obi-Wan’s first coherent thought, when he realizes what’s just happened, is indignance - Plo never said it felt like this. The Force is pushing at him, twining around him and Captain Rex, pulling them together in a manner not unlike the creation of a Force bond. He feels awash in Rex’s emotions, drowning in his presence in the Force and hyper-aware of every point of contact between them.
Never done this before so here goes and hopes this works! YOU ARE AMAZING! You're such a good writer and I love all your fics. That being said/screamed, could you perhaps write me a little codywan fic where Obi-Wan had a stutter that returns when he gets too upset and Cody finds out? Or something like it, just some codywan is fine too! If you're feeling like it. No pressure.
“I really don’t see h-how this
battle is going to be of any use Ma-ace.” The General snapped and
Cody looked up from where he was talking quietly with Boil and Waxer,
blinking at Obi-Wan who was scowling up at the holo.
“You already know we need a victory
in this system Obi-Wan.” Windu quietly argued back.
Shaking his head, the ginger crossed
his arms over his chest. “But its only me and the 212th
here, that’s n-not enough.”
The Korun was staring at him now,
rubbing his chin. “Obi-Wa-”
“N-no!” Their Jedi snapped out
again, clearly agitated.
Waiting a few moments, Windu spoke up
again. “Obi-Wan, you’re stuttering.”
That got the ginger to drop his arms
down by his side in surprise, his mouth falling a bit open before he
grew a flustered shade of pink. “Then you understand I’m serious.
Mace, I need more support or this battle will be a massac-cre.”
The holo of the other man sighed before
looking to the side, clearly looking for information from someone
else. “…Kit is a four day travel away from the system you’re
in. But you’ll have to hold out four days, are you prepared for
that?” Mace frowned down at the younger master. “I’m not asking
you to give your life for this Obi-Wan, if its not safe enough, you
and your men pull out but if you can hold down the fort for
Obi-Wan looked to Cody, face open.
“We can hold position for a week sir
if needed.” The commander said firmly.
Lips quirking faintly, Obi-Wan returned
his eyes to the holo. “You heard my co-ommander Mace, we can hold
Hesitating, Mace finally nodded. “Fine,
but be safe. It would be a shame to lose you and the 212th
out there Obi-Wan. Council out.” The holo shut down and Cody moved
to his General’s side as the man leaned on the holo.
“…If they really cared about losing
us, they would have sent the support with us.” Obi-Wan muttered to
Cody, sighing tiredly.
“…Faulty information sir, we didn’t
know the CIS were this strongly positioned and we’re all stretched
thin sir.” Cody murmured, glancing around before gently placing his
hand on top of Obi-Wan’s, squeezing gently.
Obi-Wan sighed deeply then turned his
hand, squeezing carefully in return. “What would I do without you
“Never going to find out kot’ner.”
Cody returned quietly with a small smile. “Now…the stuttering?”
He questioned curiously.
Obi-Wan hummed, holding onto the others
hand. “Only appears when I’m upset. I usually control it better
but… this is all getting me, this entire damn war.” He breathed
out tiredly and Cody continued holding onto the warm hand in his.
“Kot’ner, I know its not much, but
for what its worth, you will have me the entire time you need a
shoulder. All you need is to turn to me.” Cody murmured.
Smiling at that, Obi-Wan lifted Cody’s
hand and pressed a kiss to the back of the gloved hand, uncaring of
who saw it.