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 30: Hand Holding

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warning: violence

Summary: Obi-wan and Cody really like holding hands. Also be careful of the shady guy in the trees.

  Obi-wan stood with his commander. The two liked being close. As they explained their mission plan they held hands; the table being high enough to hid it.

    The warmth of their hands together felt nice. It was gentle and loving. Both men found it comforting. It was risky but something they were willing to do.

    The Jedi's sin was on display when they stood so close together or held hands. Nither was big on pda but they liked being close; it made them feel safe.

    The meeting would end and the lovers walked to get ready for the mission. Everything had been going to plan; for once. Most of the droids had been defeated. Some escaped into the woods.

    After the scouts split off from the rest of its company they attempted to find some remaining droids. The trees stood tall, around 320 feet. The trunks were wide. The bark was a dark brown and the leaves where a variety of colors, mostly black and red.

    Something felt eerie about the forest.

Maybe it was just the trees looming over them. The scouts split off in groups of two and were instructed to go no further then half of a mile and to meet back in around 30 minutes.

    Obi-wan went with Cody. Wooly and Boil pushed for it. The group of people all seemed to push for it. Even though the two where suspicious of the reasoning they decided it was fine.

    Everyone split up. Obi-wan and Cody talked while they walked. When they got as far out as they were ment to go something cought the Jedi's eye. Someone was moving in the trees.

    The figure was tall. They seemed to fit in with the tree leaves. Then Kenobi realized who it was. His chest tightened and he grabbed Cody's hand and quickly pulled him behind the closet tree.

    He placed his back against the tree. He raised his other arm up and put a finger over Cody's mouth when he started to ask what was going on.   

   Obi-wan tighter his grip on Cody's hand. They stood only inches apart. The Jedi leaned over to the soldier; slightly on his tippy toes, to whisper something.  "Maul."

    Cody looked shocked. He pulled Obi-wan closer. He didn't need the force to know he was scared.

   "Go find the others. Get them far away from here" Obi-wan whispered.

    "Okay. Are you going to be okay?"

    The general didn't get a chance to answer. Maul turned the corner of the tree, "found you."

    Obi-wan turned quickly and grabbed at his lightsaber. He missed. Cody saw and pulled him back as Maul swung his own at the two. He swung again and Cody cought the blade. He yelped and stumbled back. However Obi-wan was still holding his hand.

    Not registering anything other than that Cody was hurt the Jedi moved in front of him, actually grabbing his lightsaber this time. He looked back at Cody and realized something. There was no way for him to still be holding his with as far as he was.

    Maul stood back to let the horrifying truth set in. Obi-wan lifted his right arm in front of him and screamed, dropping the hand that he had been holding on to. He looked back at Cody.

    Trying to shake that off the man turned his attention back to the sith, lightsaber now resting in both of his hands.

    "Commander, are you alright?"

    "Yes sir."

    "If you can, stay with what I told you."

    "Yes sir."

    Cody stood carefully. He held the area above where his hand had been severed.

    Maul started fighting Obi-wan; taunting him as he did. "Who's your friend Kenobi" he hissed.

    "That's my commander." Obi-wan feared losing him. He had already lost so much because of Maul. Qui-gon, Satine, innocent people, parts of himself all burned or laid to rest because of him. Cody wouldn't be added to that list, he couldn't.

    The commander made his way to the meeting place. Maul tried to kill him but Kenobi was able to stop him. Cody felt weak and sort of stumbled into the tiny clearing, still surrounded by trees.

    "Took you long enough, we were about to come" Wooly tone changed from joking to confused, "find you."

    "Commander." One of the soldiers ran up to him, helping him sit down. "I think you're missing something." He gestured to the other's arm.

    "I know."

    "Where is the general?" One of the other men asked.

    "There's a sith" he stated weakling.

    "We can't just stand here! We have to help him!"

    "We can't. He'll be okay."

    And he was. The match ended with Maul having to make a quick escape do to a problem with his lightsaber. Obi-wan didn't chase after him because of injuries. He looked down at where Cody's hand still lay. Debating if he should take it back to the ship he decided not to; it was too late to reattach it anyway.

    Obi-wan limped back to the Negotiator. The others were waiting. It might have been the first time that the Jedi went straight to the medical bay conscious. He always insisted there was something he could help with.

    When Obi-wan saw Cody he felt the relief wash over him. He walked over to his bed despite Wooly trying to get him to lay down. He was asleep or unconscious; he wasn't sure. The man smiled and allowed Wooly to help him over to a bed of his own.

    After both of them were released from the med bay the couple would talk. "You and Anakin match."

    "Ha, I guess we do."

    Cody took Obi-wan's hand and led him down the mall. The two walked to the generals quarters and went inside. They laid down; Cody morphing his body around Kenobi. He grabbed his hand and snuggled in. Everything would be just fine.

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.

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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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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Two Weeks of Whump Day 1: Ashes

Fandom: Across The Spider-Verse

Summary: Hobie Brown was about 15 at the time of his first canon event. Though he had been spiderman for a few months now.

Note: (I have not read his comics so this is just a fan thing. I don't think this is how it went down or anything all just for fun.)

Warning: Character Death.

    Hobie walked down the street. The street lights reflected off of the water on the ground. It had recently rained and the air smelled nicer then it normally did.

    Smoke rose from a nearby building. Hobie didn't intend to pay any attention to it. Then he saw what building it had been. His destination was on fire.

    It was a gay bar. Though he wasn't old enough his buddy Peter worked there. He used to snuck him in. He never served him alcohol and Hobie never asked. He just liked to be around Peter and his community.

    Hobie ran over to the back door that Peter used to sneak him in. A wave of heat hit him as he opened the door.

    Ashes fell around him. They caught in his hair. He breathed them in and they landed on his clothes. The smoke was thick. Helping people out the back door became his job.

    His lungs burned. Hobie ran over to the bar and looked around. Where was he? "Peter!" He yelled out. Jumping over the bar he stumbled upon landing.

    There he was. "Hobie?" Peter questioned.

    Rushing over Hobie grabbed his friend. "Yeah bud, I'm here."

    Hobie picked Peter up and took him to the back door. Sirens ran through the air. Finally someone had arrived. Of course it took so long.

    In the alley behind the bar Hobie set Peter in front of him on the ground. "You're gonna be alright." He grabbed Peter's hand.

    "Keep fighting for them, okay." Peter eyed the burning building. "Fight for what you believe in." He went lip.

    "No, no, no." Hobie pulled him close.

    Ash fell around them like snow. It wouldn't be long before Hobie had to leave. A firefighter was about to turn the corner. He scaled the building and went home.

    The world stopped moving and time slowed for a while. Hobie continued living his life. He fought for what he believed in like Peter said. For the longest time when he saw cigarette ashes or fire place ashes he had to distance himself.

    The teen wasn't sure why the ashes stuck out the most. Sure he thought about that day when he smelled wood smoke or when he saw fire but ashes were the biggest trigger. Maybe it was the memory of scrubbing the ash off his skin and trying to get it out of his hair while he was practically manic. Maybe it was being the only person who was left for Peter's remains to go to.

    The urn still sat on a shelf he took from Peters apartment. It wasn't fancy or anything just there.

    As the world began to spin again fire stopped being something Hobie feared. Instead he would run straight into it.

    He took what Peter said to heart and now as he stood in front of Miles Morales he knew what to do. Raising his hands, he attempted to remind him of what he had told him. 'use your palm not just your fingers.' and when Miles broke out he knew Peter would be proud.

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