Codywan Week Day 4: Secret Relationship

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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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 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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I love Star Wars so much! I'm new excited for the new things! Stories will continue soon! I'm working on it!

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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Two Weeks of Whump Day 5: Broken Glass/ Building Collapse

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Warning: Character Death

Summary: what if Miles hadn't saved Inspector Singh? What if everything went according to the canon?

    Pavitr watched the building as surrendered to gravity. He watched as the fragments of the building fell around Inspector Singh and a child. It rested on the ground.

    From there everything seemed to move in slow motion. Pavitr couldn't think right. What Inspector Singh had died? What if the child has been killed? What would he tell Gayatri?

    Gayatri. Looking down at the bus he continued pulling it up. Hobie came over to help. Miles and Gwen got down and Miles started to ask her why she wouldn't let him help.

    After the bus was brought to stable ground, Pavitr ran over the remainder of the building. Hobie helped the civilians out of the bus.

    Glass crunched beneath Pavitr's feet. The shards stabbed into them, leaving blood behind. He didn't even know. The pain didn't register. As he walked the pieces tore more and more of his skin and went further into his feet.

    Pulling pieces of ruble from the pile, Spider-Man searches for the police chief and the child he had been trying to help. He could hear the child crying but other than that the sounds around him were like a faint ringing.

    "Inspector Singh?" He whispered to himself. As Pavitr removed one of the pieces a pained scream came from under it. Finally the two were uncovered. Other than being terrified the kid was okay.

    Inspector Singh not so much. His bloody body lay on the ground. One of his legs was crushed under a larger piece of debris and it appears a rode had impaled him. However the rode had been attached to the piece of rubel that had been part of the puzzle of the Alcomexe building.

    Hobie came over and took the child to safety, understanding that Pavitr had to take care of his Captain Stacy. He would help him through it later.

    Pavitr tried. He placed his hands on the wound and put pressure on it. Yelling for a doctor wouldn't save him now. The child" strained the Inspector, "is he okay?"

    "Yes, he is." Pavitr's voice faltered. Tears formed in his eyes and fell, being hidden by the mask. "Hanging there sir, please."

    "My daughter?" The question took Pavitr off guard.

    "She's okay. I got her. Sir, you'll be okay. I promise." Before a doctor could arrive on scene Inspector Singh passed. Pavitr knew somewhere in his mind but didn't stop holding on to hope. After all he promised.

    When Gayatri realized what had happened she ran towards her father. Hobie, who had given the child to his father and was trying to get Miles and Gwen to stop arguing about why Miles should have been there to help and why Gwen shouldn't have stopped him, ran towards her. He grabbed her from behind and she screamed. "Dad!"

    Suddenly the agreement between Miles and Gwen didn't matter. Hobie tried to help Gayatri but she wouldn't stop fighting him. She kicked her feet as Hobie tried to move her farther from the unstable wreckage. "I'm so sorry."

    "Let go of me! Dad!" Her voice broke the hearts of the people she was near. Hobie held her tighter. She sobbed and screamed, never letting up on Hobie. She hit strong, if this was a better time Hobie would compliment her on it.

    Doctors finally arrived on screen. Pavitr took a step back. He walked back over the glass. Looking down he saw the blood and looked around to figure out who had been injured. It was then that he realized the pain in his feet.

    Ignoring it he walked right up to Gayatri. Hobie was no longer restarting her but instead holding her as she cried. Pavitr tapped on her shoulder gently with the back of his hand as go not get any blood on her. "You're his daughter, right?" Of course Pavitr knew that she was.

    Gayatri turned around quickly, accidentally sending Hobie back. "yes."

    "I'm so sorry." He no longer could hide that he was crying. The sobs came through the mask that he desperately tried to keep on.

    Unsure if what to say Gayatri nodded. Hobie came over and hugged Pavitr. "You did your best."

    Pavitr broke the hug quickly and got on his tippy toes to whisper something to Hobie. "I'm going to go change, I need to be there for her." Hobie nodded and Pav turned to leave.

    Gayatri stopped him, "thank you for trying."

    "I just wish it had worked."

    With that he swung away. It wasn't but a few minutes before he returned. He ran up to Gayatri. Hobie finally let her go, her sadly smiling at him as he did. Hobie joined Miles and Gwen in aiding where needed. "I got here as quickly as I could."

    Gayatri could tell he had been crying. It looked like he was still trying not to. She grabbed him shaking and slowly the two sat down. As she sobbed into his chest Pavitr did what he could to comfort her.

    Moving from her position, Gayatri looked him in the eyes. She didn't say anything. Pavitr pulled her back in, not being able to look her in her beautiful brown eyes, "I'm sorry."

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