Codywan Week Day 2: Totioone Husbands

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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Whumpril Day 26: Explosion/Short On Time/"I Won't Leave You!"

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warning: Major Character Death

Summary: Wrecker makes a mistake with one of his explosions and it might just cost a life.

    Boom. Wrecker blew up the tank he'd set the charges on. He watched the fire in all its glory. Then he looked past the tank. Hunter laid on the ground not too far from it. Then he realized what had happened. Wrecker had not made sure that no one was close to the tank; he didn't think about it.

    The demolitionist ran over to his brother. Blood spilled from the man's skin. Hunter looked over at Wrecker. He had known what happened. He wasn't mad, it was a mistake. He also knew he didn't have much time. The injuries would kill him if not treated quickly. There was one more truth he had to face. The droids were still advancing.

    "Hold on Hunter." Wrecker gently took off Hunter's helmet and laid it beside him. "Medic!"

    Hunter couldn't hear him. "Go."

    "What?"

    The confusion in Wrecker's body language explained that he hadn't heard him. "You have to go" Hunter strained.

    "I won't leave you!"

    The ringing in Hunter's ears started to disappear and he began to understand what Wrecker was saying. "You don't" he hissed at the small movements from talking, "have the time."

    Wrecker looked at Hunter. He couldn't move him. The injuries need to be taken care of there, they were far too advanced. "If I leave you here you're going to die. I can't let that happen."

    "Please. Go."

    Wrecker grabbed him comm. "Hunter's down. He needs immediate medical attention. The clankers are advancing too fast and I can't move him."

    "Where are you?" Asked Echo.

    Wrecker gave the soldier his location. Then he put his arm down and held Hunter's hand. He looked around and realized he really didn't have the time. The droids were far too close. He had to go. Tears gathered in his eyes.

    "Go." Hunter manipulated his face to form a small smile.

    "I'm sorry." Wrecker stood and ran. He had to. He commed the others to inform them of what had happened.

    The Republic would regain control over most of the field. Crosshair found Hunter and looked to see if he was still alive. He kneeled down and checked for a pulse. Nothing.

    The clone grabbed his brother's cold body and held him close for just a moment. If only they had time.

Two Weeks of Whump Day 7: Blindfold/cyanide

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Warnings: Major character death and violence

Summary: Hobie battles a new villain and gets captured.

  It was another day for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man until it wasn't. Hobie swung from one building to another before reaching his destination.

    A fairly new villain stood in front of him, destroying everything that he could. "Spider-Man! Finally you arrive!" He said. The Prowler stood at about 5'8 and sounded strangely familiar when he spoke.

    "Ello, Prowler." Hobie started his attack. At first Hobie had the upper hand as he always did, and things started to shift.

    It didn't take much longer for Hobie to end up being thrown off the building  down into the alley. He attempted to stand but was shoved into the ground. Then a swift kick to the head knocked him unconscious.

    When Hobie woke he was in a dark room, or at least he thought so. The fabric over his eyes made it difficult to tell. The air was chilly and damp; the set of mold and chemicals hung in the air.

    Cold metal wrapped his wrist tightly. Struggling he tried to move from against the wall.

    "You won't be leaving" The Prowler informed him. "Actually you won't be leaving ever again."

    "I don't listen to you."

    ""News flash, I don't care!" The villain carelessly screamed.

    As unsettling as it was villains did stuff like this all the time. The spiders even did things like that sometimes. Hobie kept trying to free his hands from the chains.

    "Stop trying, don't want your last acts to be tiring do you?" He teased.

    "I'll fight until I'm dead." Hobie continued to pull against the chains. "So, where are we?"

    "Wouldn't you like to know."

    "Actually I would."

    "Too bad." Across the room Hobie heard a cabinet open and some glasses clinking against each other. The cabinet door closed and something was knocked off a table. A glass shatter on the ground.

    "Shit" the villain whispered to himself.

    "I think you dropped something." It was Hobie's turn to tease.

    The Prowler picked up the largest piece of the glass that had broken and threw it at him. The glass cut into Hobie's skin but it wasn't enough to really hurt. "You won't be laughing soon."

    "Haha" Hobie said sarcastically. He shifted his legs to see if me could tell that the floor was. The coolness and texture said concrete so he was likely in a basement. "Is this a basement? How original."

    Prowler sighed, "keep talking. It's entertaining." The room fell silent. Prowler's footsteps echoed in the room as Hobie's spider sense rang.

    "Wear heels, do you now?"

    As Prowler went in to kick Hobie he moved his body so that his arm would take the hit not his stomach. He moved back further against the wall and pulled his legs out in front of him. Sweeping his leg, he tripped Prowler making him fall to the floor.

    "Ow" he said sarcastically. Again Hobie went to kick but this time claws met his right shin. Hissing, he tried to pull it back to him to attack once more.

    Prowler had other plans. Using his other hand he clawed Hobie in his left thigh. After that he pulled himself into Hobie's lap and put one arm against the others chest. Grabbing a wet cloth from the floor Prowler shoved it over Hobie's nose and mouth.

    It burned when it touched his skin. The smell of almonds lingered in the cloth. Hobie pulled his head away. Prowler grabbed it quickly and held him in place. The rag went right back over his lower face.

    Hobie didn't breath for what felt like an eternity. However he had to at some point. The irritation on his skin was getting worse, becoming painful.

    Air flooded his lungs, taking an unknown chemical into his body. "Fucking finally. I was wondering if you were ever going to breathe."

    As much as Hobie wished to give Prowler some snarky remark, he would save it for later.

    "Do you want to know what's in the rag?"

    Hobie, holding his breath again tried to nood.

    "Cyanide."

    'Fuck' Hobie thought. Fear shot through his body, his spine feeling strange. He tried to use his legs to get Prowler off of him. No luck. He could feel the headache approaching. Sickness started to kick in.

   Again Hobie tried to move his head. Claws dug into the side of his face and neck. He squirmed trying to escape.

    "This ends here, Hobie Brown."

    "Uh uh" Hobie vocalized.

    Breathing felt dangerous, it was dangerous. He felt dizzy. Time passed so slowly it was like it didn't move. Hobie's condition got worse as he stopped being able to fight.

    As the rag was finally removed from his face The Prowler stood. Without saying a word he walked away, footsteps making the only noise in the room. The heels clicked on the concrete floor menacingly.

    Hobie breathing was shallow as he tried to make himself comfortable. He chuckled to himself, what a way to die. Alone, by some guy who sounds just like one of his best friends, never completing his goal of saving his world from the corruption it suffered from.

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Codywan Week Day 4: Secret Relationship

Summary: Obi-Wan Maurice that Cody is not happy with the secret of the relationship.

Obi-wan stood in his tent, it just barely lit up by a lantern. Cody sat on the ground, papers spread out in front of him. "What do you think about this?" He asked.

The Jedi came over and looked at the battle plan. "Looks good."

Cody stood and walked over to Obi-wan. He wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head on the other's shoulder. "General, you should get some rest."

Obi-wan gently took Cody's hands, "not here love."

The clone removed himself from such close corders to him, "sorry."

"It's okay. I wish we could but" he stopped.

"It's okay." Cody sat back down on the floor and gathered the papers.

"You're not disappointed are you?" Obi-wan asked. "I know that you knew when we started our relationship that we could not love each other openly and never would be able to." He turned around and looked at Cody who was rising from the floor. "You deserve someone who can love you openly."

"I don't care about that." Cody walked closer to the other. "I care about you. I care about holding hands with you under the table and sneaking kisses in closets and cuddling in your quarters then trying to sneak me out in the morning. It may not be how most relationships work but it's how ours works and as long as you're happy with it I am too."

Obi-wan's face flushed and he smiled. He looked around and once he could tell no one was around he turned the lantern off for a moment and turned back to Cody. He grabbed his face gently and they locked lips.

The general always had soft lips. Cody swore he had to have chapstick on him at all times. Obi-wan slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on the others."I'm happy."

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Whumpril Day 27: Stepped On

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warnings: Violence and major character death

Summary: Cody had a run in with General Grievous.

    When Commander Cody saw General Grievous he knew things were about to go down hill and fast. His general hasn't been there and the clones by themselves couldn't really do much against him. He ordered a retreat. What else could he really do?

    This didn't spare his men. One by one the small group was killed off. With Cody the last one standing he backed himself into a corner. He shot at the Separatist but of course it couldn't help him.

    Grievous grabbed him and forced him to the ground. Helplessly Cody looked up at the cyborg. He stepped on the clone, tightening his foot around his body. Cody couldn't breathe. The metal started penetrating his armor then skin. He felt something breaking. Tears welled in his eyes from the pain.

    Obi-wan entered the hallway. His heart felt like it stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. He retched his arm out and stopped the attack with the force.

    As gently as he could he pulled Grievous from his commander. He pushed him into a nearby wall and ran to the clones side. "Cody. Hold on, okay?"

    The Jedi removed the chest plate from the other tenderly. Then he grabbed his cape and pressed it into the injuries. He grabbed Cody's arms and pressed them against the wounds. "Try to hold that for me dear."

    Kenobi stood. He ignited his lightsaber and walked towards Grievous. The two engaged in a duel and before long Grievous would retreat.

    Cody struggled to stay awake. He was in pain and still couldn't breathe well. The force from the man felt like it would be the end of him.

    After the dual Obi-wan quickly moved back to Cody. He gently picked him up and took him to Wooly. "He needs help." The Jedi's voice was shaky.

    Wooly grabbed him. He set him down quickly. He pressed two fingers to the commander's neck. Nothing. That can't be right.

    Wooly checked again. Nothing. He felt colder than normal. The clone looked up to his general. He had tears in his eyes. "How is he?"

    "Sir. He's gone." Wooly motioned to Cody's body and two soldiers came to move him.

    "That can't be right. He's gonna be fine." Obi-wan spoke.

    "General, I'm sorry." Wooly knew that the two were close but he didn't expect denial.

     "Are they going to help him?" Obi-wan asked when the two soldiers took Cody away.

    "Yeah, they will help him." Should Wooly have lied, no. But they needed their general. It wasn't ideal but if Wooly kept on pushing then he would crush the jedi. Huh ironic.

Whumpril Day 23: Smoke

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Earning: Major character death

Summary: Hunter hears a noise that the other batch members can't and he makes a risky move because of it.

  Nothing good ever happens with old, decrepit, abandoned buildings. Today was no exception. The Bad Batch had been given a mission for Cid and they intended to get it right. The street was lined with strange sights; old buildings and some metal fence around some one of the taller buildings.

    As the five walked down the street they looked around unsure. The smell of smoke lingered. The structure at the end of the street, the one with the fence around it was certainly on fire. The flames rose but the batch never gave any mind to it; they didn't need that building, so why should they care?

    The smoke overwhelmed Hunter's mind. It was all he could smell. He never liked the smell of smoke; not on the battle field and not when Corsshair smoked.

     Then Hunter stopped walking. "Finish the mission." Without further explanation, he took off towards the building.

    "Hunter!" Omega yelled after him.

    "Where is he going?" Echo quickly looked to the others. Hunter jumped the iron fence.

    "Is he?" Wrecker began.

    "Going into a burning building? Yes, yes he is." Tech finished.

    "But why?" Omega asked panicked.

    "He likely heard something we cannot. We should finish the mission as we were instructed to." Tech continued to walk.

    "Alright." Echo drew the word out unsure if they really should. But Hunter knows what he's doing right?

     Hunter broke down the door. He needed to locate the sound he heard. The smoke stung his eyes and the heat felt dangerous. He knew it wasn't as bad as it felt sense his senses were enhanced.

    It was hard to see. His eyes watered. Smoke entered the man's lungs making it hard to breathe. That feeling was suffocating. The firey walls felt like they were closing in. Hunter had to be quick.

    The clone rushed though the building to the second then third floor. He tripped up one the stairs and fell. His arm broke the fraggel stair. He pulled it out of the wood and didn't bother to look at the damage. He probably wouldn't be able to see it either way.

     Finally he reached his goal; a crying child. He crossed the room and kneeled down to the child. "Hey kid." The child looked up at the clone and slightly backed away. "I'm not going to hurt you." He coughed then continued talking, "come on."

    The boy grabbed Hunter's leg. The man picked up the child and started taking him out of the room. He navigated the smokey maze of the building. When he found a way out he was greeted by his family.

    Suddenly Hunter running into a burning building made sense. He always did have a soft spot for children. Wrecker walked closer to him and took the child quickly.

    Hunter looked at his family. "We need to find a hospital or something for the kid."

    "I already found one. This way." Tech lead them to a hospital. The group dropped the child off and explained what had happened. As much as Hunter wanted to stay and make sure the boy was alright, they were fugitives. He couldn't stay.

    Just as they walked outside of the hospital, Hunter collapsed. Tech realized he had forgotten to make sure Hunter was okay. He may not have been touched by the flames but he was by the smoke. Sometimes things like that just go right over your head.

    "We don't have what we would need to take care of him. Get him back inside. We will deal with the doctors if necessary." Tech walked over to his brother.

    "What's wrong with him?" Omega asked.

    "Likely smoke inhalation."

    "Tech how are we going to pay for this?" Echo asked begrudgingly.

    "Cid owes me a favor." Tech answered.

     Wrecker gently picked up Hunter and carried him inside. Tech stayed outside and called Cid and Echo and Omega followed Wrecker.

    The doctors did what they could but the damage to Hunter's lungs was to much. He died later that night. The staff didn't dare turn them in. His family intimidated them. They held Hunter in high regards, regardless of his status as a 'tratior'.

    Children cry, buildings fall and good people die. It's never quite fair. Even if Hunter was able to avoid the obvious danger, the smoke that hung in the air was an enemy of its own. One that even if he had thought about he would have faced regardless.