Hi all!! Second mod here, I (Yellow) am helping out on the tumblr this year, but more importantly I’ve created a Super Masterlist™ of past codywanweek works! So for all of us excited about CWW 2023, here's something to tide you over!
There’s a tab for each year since 2020 with a table sorted by day, prompt, and creator. There’s also a column with sfw/nsfw, but I haven’t yet had the time to go through every single work. If you happen to know whether something is one or the other feel free to comment on it though!
Also if your work is missing please don't hesitate to reach out! I had to delve deep into our tumblr archive to find everything on here but it's definitely possible that I missed something 😂
Here’s a knight/king regent au for Codywan! It pairs with Itscalledthedistrict’s fic on AO3 called Stories From The Rose Garden. Everyone should check it out or go read on Tumblr @xwingsandlaserswords!!!
Unrest! While in the midst of battle, JEDI MASTER OBI-WAN KENOBI and COMMANDER CODY were sent FIFTY YEARS into the future. After sensing two FORCE users, Obi-Wan and Cody save REY, FINN and POE DAMERON from the sinister FIRST ORDER. They are then taken to meet GENERAL LEIA ORGANA of the RESISTANCE to aide in their fight for freedom.
Obi-Wan takes it upon himself to teach the young Jedi how to use the Force. Meanwhile, Cody aides in training the Resistance fighters. The two prove to be valuable assets to the Resistance.
The Sith Lord KYLO REN is displeased with the Resistance’s sudden strength. He vows to take down the LAST OF THE JEDI and all they love once and for all. His plans are soon foiled when another foe challenges his abilities…
Written for @codywanweek. Prompt #2: Fix-it. I really, really enjoy unlikely ways of getting rid of Palpatine, so.... (Established relationship and spicy shenanigans involving a shower included.)
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They should have had time, was the thing. They were nowhere close to Coruscant when Cody suggested that they take a moment to work on Obi-Wan’s stress levels. Obi-Wan had nearly declined anyway - they needed to prepare for whatever the Separatists had in store for them - but issues tied to Mandalore always left him feeling… hollow inside. Unbalanced. Cold.
And so he nodded, shivering when they finally reached his quarters and Cody pulled him closer, kissing his mouth. The jokes about his stress levels had followed them throughout the war, mentioned once or twice in the company of others.
He’d once heard a trooper advise Cody that “the General needed help with his stress levels,” and choked trying not to laugh. The memory curved his mouth into a smile. He was mostly sure none of the men would have made such a suggestion if they knew what it entailed.
Cody hummed, pulling away just a little to ask, “Feeling better already?”
“Not quite better, yet,” Obi-Wan said, thinking, still, that they had time.
“Let’s shower, then,” Cody said, walking backwards, tugging Obi-Wan along towards the fresher. “You always feel better after you’re clean.”
Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow at him, “Oh, do I?”
“Well, you’re going to this time,” Cody said, and then they were through the door, and his hands were everywhere. They left armor and clothes behind, haphazard, before Cody nudged him into the fresher, elbowing on the warm water.
Obi-Wan made a brief noise of protest. “We’re on restriction--”
“We’re on the way to Coruscant,” Cody countered, with a shrug, following him in, and Obi-Wan abruptly cared much less about how much water they were using. “We’ll resupply her there. Believe me, everyone is using water showers right now.”
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to reply, but Cody pushed close to him, pressing him back against the cool metal, and, anyway, he hadn’t been planning to say anything important. He curled an arm around Cody’s back, pulling him closer, the water making their skin slick.
And they should have had time, so Obi-Wan only groaned when Cody eventually tugged at him, getting him to turn. They should have had time, time enough for Cody to plant one hand by his shoulder, the other down ever so much lower, fingers covered in lubricant the water kept trying to wash away.
They should have had time, and so it was a jarring and unpleasant surprise when Obi-Wan felt them drop out of hyperspace. He had one forearm on the shower wall, leaning his weight against it. Cody was moving behind him, both hands on his hips, each thrust so hard that it lifted Obi-Wan up onto the balls of his feet and drove a noise from his throat and--
“Kriff,” Obi-Wan panted, at the same time that alarms started going off, everywhere. He had a hand wrapped around himself, he’d been so close, but there were -- “We need to--”
“It’ll wait five clicks,” Cody gasped back, and, when Obi-Wan opened his mouth, he pulled out. Obi-Wan thought he’d agreed and felt a moment of heady disappointment, but Cody was only gripping at him, turning him, and oh, Obi-Wan should have been far too slippery to lift in such a way, but--
Obi-Wan gripped at Cody’s shoulders, decided five clicks wasn’t that long, and listened when Cody growled, against his ear, voice command sharp, “Come on, give it to me.”
The back of Obi-Wan’s head hit the wall, he swore, falling over that edge all at once, feeling Cody follow behind him. And then they really had no time. They scrambled, knocking the water off and then back on again because Obi-Wan needed to rinse off.
They barely toweled off. Obi-Wan was damp under his robes, but that couldn’t be helped. He dragged his fingers through his hair and called it good enough, envious of Cody’s shorter trim. He shoved his damp feet into boots, grimacing, and Cody said, “Here, you’re going to need this,” holding out his lightsaber.
Obi-Wan flashed him a smile, feeling better, despite everything. “Thank you,” he said, and brushed one more kiss against Cody’s mouth as he clipped it to his belt. They were out the door only moments after the alarms started. Obi-Wan sprinted for the hangar, getting information about what had happened over his radio, ignoring the little tinge he felt with each step.
“Where were you?” Anakin demanded, when Obi-Wan burst into the hangar. He was already by his fighter, looking ready to vibrate from his skin.
“Sorry,” Obi-Wan said, flashing him a smile. “I was… occupied. You could have gone on without me.”
Anakin scoffed, shaking his head, as though the idea had not occurred to him and as though Obi-Wan were foolish to suggest it. But then, he’d barely been out of Obi-Wan’s sight since they’d left Ahsoka. Obi-Wan could feel the tangle of his emotions in the Force; he’d always poorly handled losing people.
“Come on,” Anakin said. “We’ll just have to make up time.”
Obi-Wan thought they did well enough, really. He kept thinking that, right up until they made it to the command level of the Separatist battle cruiser over Coruscant, where the Chancellor… should have been.
He was there, technically. He was also, unfortunately, in at least two pieces. Count Dooku stood near the body, his hands clasped behind his back, looking out the tremendous viewports at the battle behind.
Anakin yelled something mindless, making to charge forward. Obi-Wan managed to catch him back, suspecting a trap. And anway, rushing in would not accomplish anything. They were already too late. “What have you done?” Obi-Wan asked, tearing his gaze off of the Chancellor’s headless body.
Dooku turned to look at him, his eyes yellowed and his expression grave. He said, “Let’s just say…. I had some time to think. Enough to realize that we were all better off with him dead.”
Anakin snapped, “We’re going to--”
“I’d like to be taken to the Temple,” Dooku cut in, lifting his chin imperiously. “I’d like to speak with my old Master. I think he’ll be very interested to hear what I have to tell him about the…. Dearly departed Chancellor.”
Obi-Wan looked over at Anakin, still vibrating with anger, looked back at Dooku, considered that the entirety of the Force suddenly felt… lighter, and said, “Alright. We’ll bring you in.” After all… why not?
The next hours were a blur of revelations and confusion. Obi-Wan came out of a Council meeting with a ringing head, wondering how they were going to explain everything to the Senate. Cody peeled himself away from the wall when Obi-Wan stepped out of the chambers, reports ready to deliver about the state of their fleets and the currently scattered movements of the Separatists.
Obi-Wan nodded, gave orders, and tried to convince himself that this wasn’t all a dream. He rubbed his face, tired, when they reached his quarters. Cody followed him inside and something in his shoulders relaxed.
“Well,” Obi-Wan said, considering all that had happened through the day, considering the change to the state of the galaxy, and considering, finally, how filthy he felt. “How do you feel about another shower?”
Codywan Week: Day 3, Role Reversal/Swap
@codywanweek
Wasn’t sure of the best way to get a handle on this one, so I went with something dorky. Not QUITE role reversal, but a lot of fun to write!
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“If I hear one more joke about me holding the General’s lightsaber, you’re all on latrine duty til the end of the war!” Cody’s warning was kept to the squad frequency; no need to let the General know his men were incorrigible. Well, no need to give him any more proof, anyway.
Snickers answered him, but at least there were no more comments about giving the saber a good polish or “reminding” him to keep a firm grip on the shaft.
It was all Kenobi’s fault, of course. Or, rather, it was all Skywalker’s fault for suggesting the bet in the first place, though his General should have known better than to accept; Skywalker cheated.
The end result was that Cody and his General had to trade weapons for the day. Thankfully, it was only weapons; Skywalker had argued hard for robes and armor to be exchanged as well, but Kenobi had put his foot down about that.
Cody wasn’t disappointed, nope. The thought of seeing his General walking around in his armor did nothing for him, not at all. And wearing his General’s clothes? That was a bit much, even if he knew from experience that the outer robe was soft and warm. The experience of lugging it around, that is. That’s all. He certainly didn’t keep any of the discarded robes; that would be weird.
The day had started with lightsaber lessons. The General had shown him a few of the more basic moves, his hands touching here and there to correct Cody’s posture. Also not worth thinking about. He’d returned the favor by showing Kenobi how to use his deece, though he got the distinct feeling that despite all the sniffing about them being “uncivilized,” his General was already fairly familiar with their basic use.
It should have been a quiet day. There’d been a lull in the fighting and rumor had it that the Seppies were pulling back. It was one of the reasons the bet had taken place. Luck, however, wasn’t with them. Was it ever?
Later that afternoon a battalion of droids descended on their position. There was no time to trade weapons back with his General, so Cody simply forged ahead, swinging the saber back and forth and felling droids with every step. It was a little envigorating. He turned to see Kenobi calmly headshotting droids, pausing to switch units, and then launching grenades into the oncoming ranks. It was... Okay, it was hot. In the privacy of his own head, he could admit that. Watching his General fire his blaster with pinpoint accuracy and making it look easy? Kriff, that was hot. Some of the troopers seemed to agree with him, and he had to remind them to keep it down.
Naturally that’s when General Grievous appeared, racing straight toward the saberless Jedi.
“General!”
Skywalker and Tano were on the other side of a mass of droids; there’d be no help from that quarter, not in time. Heart in his throat, Cody ran, urging every bit of strength into his legs. He thought he felt a whisper of- something- and his speed picked up a little more.
“Grievous! Haven’t you taken something for that cough, yet?” His Jedi was firing steadily, but the metal bastard was deflecting every shot with his stolen lightsabers.
“That pea-shooter can’t hurt me!” Grievous paused, coughing. “You’re making this too easy, Kenobi!” His second set of arms extended, holding sabers of their own.
Cody took a flying leap and landed on Grievous’s back, not even pausing to think as he plunged his General’s saber straight down and punched the bastard for good measure.
Grievous screamed, arching back and flinging Cody off. His helmet hit something hard, stunning him. He could hear a barrage of blaster fire and struggled to make his limbs work. Obi-Wan was in danger! He had to do something.
“Cody!”
He managed to get back on his feet just in time for something to slam into him. Arms wrapped around him, and the few rattled brain cells still working stopped him from igniting the saber again.
“Cody, are you alright?”
It was Obi-Wan. His General.
“Sir, are you alright?” His hand was shaking as he reached out to touch Obi-Wan’s head. His face looked wet, but not with blood. Water. Tears?
Obi-Wan was babbling- babbling!- as he started undoing the clasps on Cody’s helmet and tossing it aside.
“You crazy, impossible man!” Obi-Wan was grinning. At him. “You did it! You killed him!”
“What?” Cody tried to shake his head, but Obi-Wan was holding it. And then Obi-Wan was pulling him forward. And then Obi-Wan was kissing him. Moaning, he returned the kiss, not really sure what was happening, but very very glad to be part of it.
Obi-Wan pulled back, breaking the kiss. “I’m so sorry, Commander. I shouldn’t have taken advan-”
Cody kissed him, one hand curling into that soft, glorious hair so his General couldn’t escape him again. There were cheers and wolf whistles around them, along with the sound of panicking droids calling for a retreat. He tuned it all out, trailing kisses along Obi-Wan’s face and nuzzling into his neck.
Obi-Wan hummed, the sound sending a shiver right down his spine. “I should have given you my lightsaber a long time ago.”
“Yeah? And you can borrow my blaster anytime. Uh, sir.” He pulled back just enough to admire his General’s laugh, grinning at the sight. A thought nagged at him.
“Wait,” he said. “What happened to Grievous?”
“You did, my dear.” Obi-Wan reached down, tracing the scar around his eye. “You most definitely did.”
For Codywan week 2020, day 1, hurt/comfort. It’s companion/partner piece was written by the lovely @xwingsandlaserswords over here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25560163
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
War blurs all the lines between men.
As my first attempt at realism and digital painting, I’m pretty happy with it. My original plan was a lot larger piece but I had to cut it down. This is way late for Codywan week.
a/n: so I might have played a teeny tiny bit fast and loose with the day’s theme. Lovingly inspired by Jedi: Fallen Order, have an AU where Obi-Wan gets caught and tortured into falling to the darkside. After he becomes an Inquisitor he searches for his old clone commander and after agreeing to the partnership, Cody becomes a Purge Trooper assigned specially to Kenobi.
I know Inquisitors have a special type of lightsabers, but listen, Obi-Wan has style and that’s the lightsaber he cut Vader to bits with - he ain’t getting rid of it! The new half of the saber has “Kote” written in Sith alphabet on it (you can see only -te of it)
