Codywan Week Day 1: Cody With A Lightsaber

Codywan Week Day 1: Cody With a Lightsaber

Summary: Cody learns to use Obi-wan's lightsaber.

Warning: slight violence?

Note: Cyare: Mando'a for beloved/loved

A lightsaber is a Jedi's life. The crystal carefully calls to you, knowing you'll use its power for good. Who decided to trust it with was your decision.

Obi-wan carefully placed his in Cody's callused hands, "can you take care of this for me? I can't take it on my mission."

"Wouldn't you rather have Anakin hold on to it?" Cody was unsure. He knew how much lightsabers meant to the jedi. Was he really the one who should be the one to watch over it?

"No, I'm sure. It wasn't a hard decision. I'll be back in a few days." He smiled, hoping Cody understood how much this meant.

"Okay. It'll be here when you arrive." Cody hooked it to his belt in the pace he had hallowed out for it. Obi-wan seemed careless with his saber sometimes. Cody ended up holding on to it so he carved a place for it in his armor, altering his most personal possession.

After Obi-wan got back he taught him how to use the lightsaber. Turning it on and off, hold it correctly, and how to fight and protect. Cody picked it up quickly, the Jedi even joked that Cody was force sensitive. He even found a training saber for the commander when they sparred.

As time passed, Cody got better at using it. He no longer feared getting hit by the blade, knowing he wouldn't because of his skill. As he got better the general got closer to him. He stood behind him, wrapping his hands around Cody's body to guide him.

Obi-wan was so warm and inviting. He was patient and passionate. The two found themselves getting to close for the code to like. Lightsabers weren't the only thing to interlock. Hands and lips touched each other gently.

So much was going on. Fire rose on the battlefield and Cody watched Obi-wan. The Jedi fought with the sith apprentice Asajj Ventress. He was losing.

Not long after the sith struck him down. Cody didn't hesitate. He shot at her and rushed to his general's side. Grabbing Obi-wan's lightsaber and turned it on.

The memories of learning to use the saber filled his head as well as the fondness of the time they spent together. Cody looked down at Obi-wan, knowing he held his life in his hands. He would be damned if he would let his cyare's faith be placed wrong.

Ventress was entertained. "You're going to fight me?"

Cody didn't answer. Instead he attacked. Intrigued Ventress held off killing him. When she got bored she would just cut his head off and be done with it.

Obi-wan awoke to lightsabers classing. He attempted to get off the ground. Failing the first time he looked up to see Cody fighting his enemy. He was in awe of his commander.

However he knew the sith was humoring him. Obi-wan had to get up. It scared him to think what may happen if he didn't.

The Jedi pulled himself to his feet, ready to do what was necessary to pull this battle out of the separatist hands. "Cody" he started.

The clone turned his head for just a moment. "Hey general."

"Can I have my saber please?" He joked.

"Of course sir." Cody smiled under his helmet and quickly, yet gently, handed Obi-wan back his saber. He grabbed his gun and stayed nearby.

The battle was just barely a Republic win. Cody helped the injured where he could and when he was no longer of any use went to find Obi-wan.

"Thank you." Obi-wan smiled upon seeing Cody come to his side.

"I'm just glad you're alright. Thank you for trusting me with your life."

"Thank you for taking time to learn how it works."

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Codywan Week Day 2: Totioone Husbands

Summary: A day in the life of Codywan.

Notes: The Mando'a used: Ret' (see you/bye) and Cyare (beloved/loved)

    Cody awoke to the sound of clinking cups and a plate being set on a wooden table. This was an everyday thing, and just like everyday he pretended to still be asleep.

Obi-wan walked over to the bed and gently shook Cody awake. He smiled and got up, "good morning cyare" he said. He placed a hand on the others face and kissed him.

"Good morning" Obi-wan repeated. He smiled softly, "I made breakfast."

"You always do" Cody chuckled. He stood up and walked over to the table they built with some wood they had found from an old carrier that had crashed in the sand.

Milk and eggs with some kind of bread were on the table. Obi-wan pulled the chair Cody would be sitting in, out and pushed it back in after he sat down.

They talked very little as they are but it was a conferable silence. Afterwards Obi-wan got ready for work and Cody prepared to go into town to meet with his employer for his next bounty. Neither were fond of Cody's job but he was good at it and they needed the credits.

"Ret' cyare" Obi-wan spoke. It always made Cody smile when he spoke Mando'a. It was a nice gesture, wanting to understand and use his language.

"See you when I get back." They kissed and went their separate ways for the day.

Cody would be back before Obi-wan. The mission he would be taking was set for the next morning. He didn't like being away for his Jedi for very long but he needed to be. It was nice to get off Tatooine sometimes.

However he did grab something from the market for Obi-wan. New boots. He hadn't gotten any sense the fall of the Republic eight years ago. His old ones were falling apart, being held together by some sticky stuff Owen had given him.

They were brown just like Obi-wan's old ones. The boots had a mid calf cut, real Jedi like. He grabbed the few sets of robes Obi-wan owned and sewed them up.

Obi-wan got home as Cody was cleaning his gun. He smiled and treated his 'husband'. "How was work?"

"It was okay. How was your day?" Obi-wan sat down at the table as Cody went to grab something to start dinner.

"It was alright. I got something for you." Cody pulled the boots from behind the bed. "I figured you'd like them. Try them on." He brought them over to the table.

Obi-wan smiled. "Thank you Cody." He put them on. "They fit well." He stood up and walked around a little. "That feels so much better." Hugging Cody tight he started to tickle him a little.

The clones laugh was so nice. Obi-wan barely ever heard it. They laughed as they fell onto the bed and laughed even harder when Obi-wan fell on to the floor.

Once their laughing fit was over Obi-wan gave Cody a long kiss and walked to the kitchen to start something for dinner.

The clone followed the other to the kitchen and stayed with him as he made dinner. The sunset brought brilliant colors into the room. Maybe this wasn't the worst way to live.

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Two Weeks of Whump Matter list!

Fandoms: Spider-verse.

Notes: I was not able to finish the two weeks unfortunately! I do have these tho! Warnings and summaries are at the top of every post!!

Day 1: Ashes

Day 2: Needles

Day 3: Alcohol

Day 4: Cage

Day 5: Broken Glass/Building Collapse

Day 6: Gunshot wound

Day 7: Blindfold/Cyanide

Two Weeks of Whump Day 3: Alcohol

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Summary: After a difficult day as Spiderman, Miles gets a hold of alcohol. Not knowing how to cope he drinks some and ends up drunk.

  Jefferson Morales thought that this Thursday night would be the same as any other. Boy was he wrong. As he walked back to his police car, ready to get back to the station so he could home to his wife and son, he noticed Spider-Man jumping from one building to another.

    Trouble always seemed to follow Spider-Man wherever he went. He sighed and shook his head. As he started to turn back to his car the superhero stumbled and fell into an alley. Jefferson ran towards the alley to check on the hero.

    It was dark, light falling in the alley from the moon and street lights. A figure raised from the ground and chuckled. "Spiderman, are you okay?"

    "Oh!" Mile's head jerked to face the officer, "hiiii" he laughed.

    'Okay?', Jefferson thought. He walked closer to Spider-Man. The smell of... alcohol? on him. "Are you alright? You took quite a fall."

    "Ohhh yeah, I'm fineeeee. Don't worry about it." Miles slurred his speech and stumbled as he walked towards the building had jumped off of and tried to climb the wall.

   "Are you drunk?" Mr. Morales asked concerned. For the first time he realized just how small and vulnerable he was. He also noticed that his voice sounded eerily similar to his sons.

    "Pfft nooo" he sounded both unsure and strangely confident. "What gave you that idea?"

    "Are you, over 21?" Now Jefferson started to question the hero in front of him. He always assumed that Spider-Man had to be of drinking age or at least an adult but something about the kid in front of him told him otherwise.

    "Haha yeah" Miles stared at his father for a moment. He looked concerned and confused.

    "Are you sure?"

    He looked at his father and felt tears gather in his eyes. Maybe he should tell him the truth. No one knew who he was underneath the mask what harm to come from telling someone he trusted his problems. His father was stern but kind and a safe person.

    "Sir" Miles voice broke, "I'm underaged. I'm a teenager."

    Jefferson's heart broke. Something about the child in front of him told him this wasn't a dumb mistake with friends but an attempt to erase pain.

    "It's just that being Spider-Man is hard and quite frankly traumatizing" he chuckled then it turned into a sob, "I've been so alone since my friends left. There's no one I can talk to and I thought for just a minute maybe it would help. Maybe I could forget everything, wash it down my throat and be a teenager for a minute. My parents are going to kill me if they find out."

    "Oh."

    "I'm scared, I can't balance school, my family, and saving the city without letting someone down and I'm pretty sure my parents think I'm just flaky or irresponsible. I don't want to disappoint them and I don't want to disappoint the city. I don't know what I'm doing and I got Peter Parker killed."

    "Hey, it's okay. Breathe."

    Miles slowly sat on the ground. Jefferson kneeled down beside him. "I know one thing, you're not disappointing the city."

    "Good to know. Are you proud of me?"

    The question took Jefferson off guard. Why would Spider-Man care if he was proud of him. "Of course."

    This made Miles cry harder. Hearing his father say that he was proud was what he needed. He grabbed the man in his arms around him, scrunching the other shirt in his fist, and just cried.

    After a while he let go and apologized. "It's okay. Next time don't go out drinking. I'll let this slide just this once. Go home, drink some water, and go to bed. Let us worry about the city for the night."

    "Okay." Miles stood and walked towards the wall again.

    "Spider-Man, maybe you should just walk."

    "Your probably right." Miles walked into the sidewalk and started to walk home.

    Jefferson walked back to his car. He radioed in that he was on his way back. On his way he thought about Spider-Man. He never thought he would see him like that. He was just a scared and alone little kid who didn't know how else to deal with the trauma of trying to protect an entire city. Not only that he was a student and a son.

    He worried about his own son. Have they been too hard on him? Did he feel loved and appreciated? Did he think that they were disappointed or thought he was irresponsible?

    Miles crawled into his bedroom and changed from his spider suit to some comfortable pajamas. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water. He got just not too and then walked back to his room.

    Jefferson opened the door and placed his keys on the counter. He took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen. The cabinet was open. He sighed and closed it after grabbing a cup for water. He warmed up some leftovers and ate them at the table.

    Before Mr. Morales went to bed, he opened the door of his son's room. "Miles?" He wasn't supposed to be there but in his dorm at school. Something seemed off.

    Miles didn't move and thought maybe he could just explain in the morning that he was having a rough night and had come home. That way he wouldn't notice the smell of alcohol when he spoke to his father. It worked.

    Jefferson just smiled and sighed. He would just have to ask in the morning. "Sleep tight Miles, I love you."

    Miles smiled. And as the door closed he started to fall asleep. He knew he'd have a horrible headache in the morning and wouldn't want to get up and part of him just wanted to lie and ask to stay home. Washing his feelings down didn't work. It wasn't worth it in the end. Instead his father had to see him at one of his lowest points.

    He fell asleep and wasn't woken up in the morning. Instead he got to sleep in and Jefferson decided to take him out for the day. He wasn't sure what was going on with Spider-Man but he could make sure that his son didn't feel that way and he was bound and determined to do so. Maybe one day he can figure out how to help the hero who helped the city so much.

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Whumpril Day 28: "Let Me Know if You Need Anything." (Alt prompt 13)

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warnings: mentioned character death

Summary: After Tech's death Echo is trying to help the others how he can.

    Death is hard to handle, especially when it's the first time you've lost someone. Echo knew it was going to be difficult getting the batch through Tech's death. They had grown up together. He remembers the pain he felt when he lost Cutup, Droidbait, and Hevy so he knows how they feel. Not only that but he's grieving as well.

    Wrecker sat alone in his bunk and Hunter sat in the cockpit of the Marauder. Echo walked to talk to Hunter then to Wrecker to check on them.

    "Hey Wreck" Echo started.

    "Hey Echo" Wrecker spoke softly.

    "How are you doing?"

    "Fine." Wrecker made it hard to find a way to comfort him. He wouldn't talk about it. He wouldn't really do anything.

    Unsure of what to do Echo slightly turned around, getting ready to leave the room. "Let me know if you need anything."

    "I need Tech back."

    Echo stopped. "I know. But we can't get him back Wrecker, that's not how death works unfortunately." He walked back inside the room and took a set next to his brother.

    "I know that Echo."

    "I know you know.".

    "I need Omega and Cross back to; I need Hunter to calm down and breathe; I need to be able to help you all; I need to not feel this way."

    'Well that's a lot to unpack' Echo thought. "We can get Omega and Crosshair back-"

    "What if they're dead?" Wrecker interrupted.

    "We wouldn't know until we find them."

    "Hunter isn't going to calm down until we find them. What if they're gone? He'll never be okay."

    "Well Omega's Hunter kid. I know she's our sister but that's his little girl. He'll be okay. If they are gone he'll learn to cope. It'll be okay. And Wrecker, you're helping in small ways but still helping. You need to take care of yourself too."

    "Am I always gonna feel like this?"

    'he went down the whole list.' Echo was glad it went that way, easier to sort out. "No, not always."

    "Will I ever go back to normal?"

    "No. There will always be something missing Wrecker. But you will learn to keep growing. You'll be okay."

    "Okay."

    "Do you need anything?" Echo looked over at Wrecker.

    "Maybe a glass of water."

Whumpril Day 24: Secret/"What Have You Done?"

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warning: Violence

Note: I started this before finishing the Umbara arc. I was like half way though and thought of this. Also a patella is your kneecap.

Summary: Kix has some feelings about Obi-wan after Umbara.

    Obi-wan stood in the hall. He was waiting for Anakin to join him. The two were going to talk about what had happened on Umbra. They needed to know how to better help their men deal with what they had done. He saw Kix and waved friendly.

    Kix walked quickly. He walked up to the general and grabbed him by the neck. "It's your fault." Then he just started hitting him. Obi-wan refused to hit him back. He pulled at the hand around his throat. With his other arm he tried to stop the clone from injuring him further. "How did you not know? Couldn't you sense it?" He yelled.

    Obi-wan tried to talk to Kix. He tried to apologize and to explain how he wished he could have and how he never thought something like that was possible; at least not from a jedi.

    Kix didn't stop. He knew all the spots to hit someone to leave them helpless. He kicked Obi-wan's knee in the right spot with the right amount of pressure and broke his Patella. He yelled and was pushed to the ground.

    Then the clone kicked Kenobi in the head. It started bleeding. He was bleeding and in pain and scared and betrayed but he couldn't find it in himself to be angry. The man was beating him, with what seemed to be no attempt to stop, but at this point there wasn't much he could do to stop him.

    With one more hit, he stopped. Kix took a few steps back and stared at the Jedi. Hate laced the clones eyes still; as if he wanted to continue. The hallway was silent.

    After a few seconds; that felt like minutes, a set of footsteps could be heard. Fives turned the corner then ran to meet the two. For a moment he didn't realize what had happened. Then he saw his brother's hands. "Kix, what have you done?" He half yelled his question.

    "I gave him what he deserved. He was there, he should have known."

    "Kix, your job is to heal people not break them!" Fives sighed, "your just looking for someone to blaim. He couldn't have known and you know that."

    Kix looked down at his work. The anger faded as he realized what he'd done. "Oh god."

    "There it is."

    "We need to get him to the med bay." Kix came to his senses.

    "You know you're done, right? After this you're locked up for quite some time."

    Kix looked at Fives.

    "You should have thought about that before you beat the shit out of the general."

    Obi-wan started trying to get up. Fives kneeled down to him, "general, rest."

  He gave a small nod and laid on the floor. "Fives" Kenobi stuttered.

    "Yeah?"

    "Lie. I understand." Pain filled his voice but a jedi's compassion always prevails.

    "What?" Kix asked.

    "It wasn't you" Obi-wan strained.

    "But who? We can't just frame someone." Fives grabbed the general and picked him up.

    "I don't" he hissed at the pain, "remember."

    "I think I understand what you're saying." Fives said. He explained his plan to Kix on the way.

    Half way there the Jedi went limp in Fives arms. He noticed but there wasn't much he could do. When the two arrived at the medical center they explained their story. "We found him outside. He said he couldn't remember what happened. He had tried to get back to the temple, said it was the closest medical center."

     The two were asked questions and despite the 501st being terrible liars they got by. Fives explained the story to Obi-wan before they asked him for his story and he matched the it perfectly.

    When he was released from the medical ward Kix approached him. "Why?"

    "What?" He asked.

    "Why did you lie? Why didn't you tell them? Why?"

    "Anger" Obi-wan sighed, "clouds your judgment. It takes control. You're not violent and you got pushed over the edge. Don't do anything like this again and we should be fine. It'll be our secret."

    "Yes Sir." Kix saluted him.

    Obi-wan pulled his arm down and gave the soldier a hug, "it's going to be okay Kix."

    Kix returned the hug. It felt nice. Now he just had to hope the secret of what he had happened didn't become too much. Obi-wan was a nice man who didn't deserve what he'd done. He didn't deserve the general's forgiveness. He understood that the jedi would have to suffer on silents.