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Space wizard and his loyal knight

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hear me out….officer kenobi and professor cody

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More naps! More eepy codywan naps!

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cody watching the sunrise drawing i made for @shortcuts-make-long-delays 🧡

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Last Line Challenge

Thanks @aquaticflames and @snowywinterevenings for the tags!! Since we’ve just started editing process for this fic, the first few lines are convinently the last lines I’ve reviewed 🤣 I’ve been meaning to share some snippets from this for a while now and I’m very excited that’s it’s almost done!

No pressure tagging @tapemonkey21 (partially to see what you’re up to 👀👀 but also because I know you love a meet-ugly as much as I do 🤣) @foreverchangingfandomsao3 @ferretrade @sishal01 and @raphaerolo

Without further ado, the opening scene to a Codywan Nurse/Firefighter AU (full credit to @dontbelasagnax for her art and inspiring the whole thing)

(This is rated Mature btw)

Ben’s a good person.

He pays his taxes on time, he recycles, he rides his bike to work when the weather’s good, he’s never once asked Anakin to pay back the 3,687 dollars he owes him. He’s good, he's a good person.

So why is the universe out to get him?

Puffy white clouds drift lazily across the blue sky overhead, and it's actually shaping up to be a really nice day for Seattle this time of year. Too bad he’s starting it out lying on his back under a tree branch in the yard of the guy he’d slept with last night— didn’t even learn his name.

The night before had been good, surprisingly good. Under Bant’s advice—demands really—that he go out and be someplace other than his house or the hospital, fresh off a 36 hour shift, he had found himself at the bar sitting across from a man with an interesting scar and a sharp smile and a laugh that made Ben’s belly ache and yeah, things had been good. They’d driven back to the guys house nestled in a rare bit of woods on the city outskirts and had a night of it and Ben was too tired after the drinks and the sex and his shift to think of doing anything else after but curling up and falling asleep.

He’d woken up to the smell of bacon and quick peek from the stairwell revealed the stranger was making him breakfast, complete with twin glasses of orange juice, coffee, a plate piled so high with eggs. The guy was shirtless, gloriously so— that expanse of dark skin bringing back memories of the night before— and humming a tune as he cooked, and…

And who did this? Made a full breakfast for their one-night stand? Why did he even let Ben stay the night?

Wait, shit.

Ben catches sight of the small cat clock mounted on the wall of the kitchen. It’s nearly 8am. Which means he’s late for work.

He’s never late for work.

It’s too much. The thought of having to reject this kind, handsome stranger’s food, after he’s so clearly become attached, so far beyond the simple fuck that Ben had been looking for last night, and— no, he can’t do this.

He’s not proud of what happens next.

Ducking back into the upstairs bedroom, Ben grabs his phone off the charger—the man had even plugged his phone in— tugs on his clothes from last night, and then throws open the bedroom window.

There’s a massive oak tree growing in the yard, the branches reaching right up to the window sill, obscuring most of the view. One of the branches is close and looks thick enough to support his weight, and he can see an easy way down from there…

He goes for it.

The instant his back foot leaves the edge of the windowsill, the branch snaps. It fucking snaps. Just falls out from beneath him and Ben goes plummeting to the yard below.

The indignity of it is only furthered when the branch lands on top of him, knocking the air out of him and smacking him with a face full of leaves.

He supposes, as he watches white clouds drift in the sky, all things considered, he should be rather grateful this didn’t end worse. He’s definitely got some bruising, his wrist hurts, but he didn't break anything major, and didn’t get impaled by the branch falling on top of him.

But he’s not ready to be grateful yet. He’s too busy bemoaning whatever egregious acts he’s apparently been committing that the universe that it thought this would be a befitting punishment.

His wrist aches with a throb of pain.

The sound of footsteps comes brushing through the grass nearby and Ben says one final goodbye to his dignity. The face of the handsome stranger from last night pokes into view, blocking out the blue sky and sun above him.

“So,” he says slowly, “I take it you’re not a big fan of eggs.”

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quick codywan sketch before bed 🦶🏻

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Listen. What if Cody wore tiny shorts 🫣🫣

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#codywan be like #competence kink #mutual respect #battlefield boyfriends

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I call this one “dating is hard when you’re a firefighter and your boyfriend is a nurse”

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Obi-Wan and Cody are those two weirdoes who flirt by sending each other business emails

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messy sketch from valentine's day I did while trying a different brush than the one I normally use 💗

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This one comes to y'all based on @dontbelasagnax 's fic yellow tulips (go read it)

Phone wallpaper sized versions below cut if you want them 💛

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I'm so excited to finally be able to share the piece I did for @thecodywanzine! It's been a pleasure to be allowed to participate in such an amazing project alongside all these incredibly talented people. 🧡

If you aren't already a proud owner of a copy of the zine, keep a look out for the leftover sale soon!

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