Codywan - Blog Posts
happy new year my lovelies, and may your favourite emotional support gay ship provide you endless comfort✨️❤️
sunflowers always reminded obi-wan of someone he had lost
Ship or not, I think they deserve to be domestic and talk shit.
when you spend too much time fighting clankers
*on the Negotiator*
Obi-Wan : Cody, meet me at 1300 hours we need to to discuss the next campaign
Cody, distracted, working on flimsiwork : Roger roger
Obi -Wan : What?
Cody : What?
More Codywan for you feral fuckers. I got to try some new brushes and techniques that really spiced up my art and didn’t make it look so cluttered like my other Codywan piece. <3
212th material List🧡🍑🍊🔶🏵️
|❤️ = Romantic | 🌶️= smut or smut implied |🏡= platonic |
Commander Cody
- x Twi’lek Reader❤️
- x Queen Reader❤️
- x Jedi reader “meet me in the woods”❤️
- x Jedi Reader “Cold Wind”❤️
- x Bounty Hunter Reader “Crossfire” multiple chapter❤️
- x GN Mandalorian Reader “One Too Many” ❤️
- “Diplomacy & Detonations” ❤️
- “I Think They Call This Love”
Waxer
- x Twi’lek Reader “painted in dust”❤️
Overall Material List
Title: Meet Me in the Woods
Commander Cody x Jedi!Reader
Warnings: inner conflict, Dark Side temptation, brief mentions of violence and war. Inspired by the song “meet me in the woods” by Lord Huron
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The war had changed you.
You could feel it in the way your saber moved—too fast, too forceful. You felt it in your voice, now lower, sharper when giving orders. And you felt it in the way the Force wrapped around you lately—not like a comforting current, but a rising tide, dark and deep.
You hadn’t meditated in days.
You didn’t want to.
Instead, you wandered into the woods after the battle, far from the bodies, the smoldering tanks, and the smothering weight of Republic victory. The trees here were ancient and gnarled, the canopy so thick that the light barely broke through. It felt like walking into another world—one that didn’t know your name, or your rank, or your failures.
And still, somehow, he found you.
“You’re not supposed to be out here alone,” Cody said behind you, voice low, familiar. His helmet was under one arm, the other hand resting casually on the DC-17 at his hip. He looked like he always did—composed, focused, but you knew the worry in his eyes.
You didn’t turn around. “A lot of things I’m not supposed to be.”
Silence stretched between you like mist in the trees.
“I felt you slipping,” he said quietly. “Even before this last mission. I thought… maybe if I gave you space…”
You let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t need space. I need the war to stop.”
He stepped closer. You heard the soft crunch of damp leaves under his boots. “It won’t. Not for a long time.”
“I know,” you whispered. “And that’s the problem.”
You turned to face him finally. His eyes locked on yours. You saw how tired he was, how long the war had weighed on him, too. But Cody was a soldier—he didn’t break. You weren’t sure if that was strength or something else entirely.
“I killed someone today,” you said. “Someone who tried to surrender. I didn’t even hesitate. It felt… right. Like the Force wanted it.”
His brows furrowed. “The Force doesn’t want blood.”
“Then what is it that’s whispering to me? Making me feel stronger every time I give in?”
Cody didn’t answer immediately. He just closed the distance, slow and steady, until you could feel the heat of him, grounding you.
“I don’t know much about the Force,” he said. “But I know you. And I know you’re not lost. Not yet.”
You shook your head. “You’re wrong. I’ve seen what’s inside me. There’s something dark. Something hungry.”
His hand touched your arm—gently, like you were something fragile and wild. “Then let me walk with you into it. Into the woods. Into whatever this is. You don’t have to face it alone.”
You stared at him, breath caught in your throat.
“You’re not afraid?” you asked.
“I’m afraid of losing you,” he said simply.
Something inside you cracked—just a little. Enough to let in the light. You leaned your forehead against his chest, and for a long moment, he held you there, arms steady around your shoulders, as if he could keep the darkness at bay just by holding on tight enough.
The woods were still around you. The war was far behind—for now.
And maybe, just maybe, if you kept walking, you’d find a way out of the forest together.
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