Whumptober Day 2: "They Don't Care About You."

Whumptober Day 2: "They Don't Care About You."

Fandom: Nimona

Summary: A story from when Ballister was younger. Todd never was nice to him, even when they were young.

Waring: Some violence

Ballister didn't want to be here. He didn't want Todd to be looking over him. He felt small even if he was only a bit shorter than him. He held him to the wall, not letting him do so much as move.

    Boldheart looked past Todd to his fellow knights in training. They had never helped him before so he didn't really know why he tried.

    Sureblade grabbed Ballister's face and forced him to look at him, "they won't help you."

    Hands wrapped around the man's throat, "They don't care about you."

   Pulling his arms up, Bal clawed at Todd's hands. He scratched himself but the marks on Todd's hands were worse.

    The world started to feel strange. He eyed the other who had all gone back to what they had been doing but faster.

    That's when he realized, they truly didn't care about him. Here he was being choked out and they would rather finish what they're doing then help. They would rather let him suffer then do anything at all.

    They other trainees sure but what about Ambrosius? What about him? And the Director? Did she care? The queen? The one who believed in him from the beginning, the one who gave him a chance?

    Did they pity him? Did they care? What would he do if they didn't? What if he was alone after all? What if Todd was right?

    The world started to fade. Ballister tried kicking at Todd but nothing worked. As his vision blurred he stopped fighting so hard.

    After a moment Todd tossed him to the ground. Leaving him unconscious on the dirty floor.

    When Ballister awoke on the floor, alone, he didn't bother getting up yet. He lied on the floor knowing he needed to get up anyway. He stood and looked at the wall then to the rest of the room.

    Meeting his eyes in the mirror felt cold and lonely. But he was lonely. Ballister walked over to the mirror and punched the glass. Then, with a bloody hand he walked towards the door.

    No one had come to look for him. Maybe Todd was right he thought, maybe no one cared about him.

AI-less Whumptober Day 3: Sensory Deprivation/Isolation

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: What if Viren hadn't told anyone where Gren was? What if he had just been left to die? (Fun fact at the end)

Warning: Broken bones and self injuries

    Gren hated the dungeon. His arms were tired of being upright and he could swear his hands were ice cold. He began to hate the taste of bread, even though he had liked it a lot before, as it was all he was ever given. Water had never been something he was so relieved to have.

    It was lonely. Very lonely. Gren tried to talk to the Moonshadow elf that had been placed in the dungeon. Even though he only answered once, the commander called it a win.

    Every time Viren came down the stairwell Gren wondered if he would be released. He knew that there was nothing he had done to be placed in the dungeon. His treatment has been unjust and when he was free he would make sure that the dark mage didn't go unpunished for his actions.

    The worst part was the silence. The Moonshadow elf wasn't good company.  He never spoke. Viren was the one who locked him down there. He hardly spoke to him as well.

    Gren heard nothing from the room further in the dungeon. With all the screaming from before the commander assumed that the mage had killed him.

    Now he was alone. It had been a while since Viren had come down the stairs. Gren didn't know if it had been days or just a few hours.

    Eventually he started to talk to himself to fill the void. He had been isolated from everything with no way to escape.

    After a while Gren's optimism couldn't help him. He was hungry and tired and scared; scared of dying alone. He missed the touch of another human being.

    His skin crawled because he hadn't been touched in what felt like an eternity. Gren craved a hug from Amaya or Corvus. It almost physically hurt how much he missed people. He was social and extroverted.

    People were his thing. The commander loved the presence of others. He loved talking to them and loved listening more. Now all he could do was talk and listen to himself.

    The conversations started silly and short. Then they stopped being silly. They turned into talks about life and death. It turned into him finally saying the things he was too scared to say out loud.

    Time was his enemy. Time ticked on as Gren wasted away, praying someone would find him and save him.

    Eventually he came to the conclusion no one was coming. There was nothing he could do to help them find him and no way he could escape. He gave up standing and collapsed to the ground, his arms jerking up. He yelled as pain shot though his wrist and arms from the quick movement.

    Gren began to breathe quickly. His chest quickly rose and fell as he heaved. He tried to pull his arms to his chest but was stopped by the chains. He screamed in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall behind him.

    Then one of his hands slipped out of the cuff. Still panicking he kept pulling in the other one. He looked down to see why his other hand had slipped out.

    Gren had already tried to break them back when he was first wrongfully chained up. But it wasn't the metal that had broken. His hand had.

    The commander's right hand had been broken when he struck the wall. He looked at his other hand and decided he had to break that on two.

    Blood dripped onto the ground from where his hands had cut open. Gren slammed the side of his hand into the wall over and over until he felt his thumb break. He slipped it out and tried to stand.

    It took a minute but Gren made it to the stairs. Then he forced his body to stay upright long enough to get get to the door. His legs gave and he fell onto the top step. He leaned against the door and waited for a moment before starting to yell and hit the door.

    "Help!" He screamed. No awesome. "Please" he whimpered.

    "Is someone there?"

    A voice. "yes! Please help!"

    "I'll be right back! Just hold on!"

    Gren smiled for the first time in a while. He was safe. When the door was opened Gren saw his saviors. A woman he didn't recognize stood before him. Behind her was the familiar face of Corvus. Near the door the interpreter could see Ezren. He sighed knowing he was safe.

Corvus moved to help Gren up. As soon as it was possible Gren grabbed the other and pulled him into a hug. It had been too long. He held him and cried. He didn't care about his hands all he wanted was to be around people. It was nice being warm again.

"Are you okay?" Ezren said as he walked over to him.

"I am now."

Note: Did you know that it actually is possible to dislocate your thumb in a way that can get you out of handcuffs/chains? The lower joint in your thumb is what needs to be dislocated. It's kinda neat.

Soultember Prompt 2: Soul Freckles

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Ship: Rayllum

  When kids are young, seeing shapes in freckles is playful. However when the kids started to get older, they began to be told that somewhere written on their bodies by these little specks of color, was a hint to who their soulmate was.

    Rayla was always confused about the freckles on her collarbone. She knew that they would lead her to her soulmate but she couldn't figure out what they meant. They made two backwards Cs with a line at the bottom.

    Callum never understood his freckles. They resembled a full moon. He used to think it was just a circle until he traced the dotted lines inside of it.  The pattern rested on his collarbone. He wished to know who this mysterious stranger was who he was bound to by fate itself.

    The moon shape always worried Sairi and Harrow. They tried to not think too hard about it or to let their worry get in the way of Callum's excitement and detective work.

    Callum never understood their anxiety, why would his soulmate make them so, scared? Worried didn't quite seem right.

    As time passed on, Rayla and Callum grew up. Callum became a big brother and lost his mother. He started training with Soren and drew as much as he could.

    Rayla trained to be an assassin with Runnian. She lost her parents to the battle at the Strom Spire, and now was on a mission to kill the king of Katolis.

    Life takes you places you don't expect. A mission of death led to Rayla and Callum meeting. It led to a beautiful friendship and a prettier romance. As soon as the mage used Aspiro, Rayla understood what the dots on her collarbone meant. The idiot that she was traveling to Xadia with, was her idiot.

    Callum took a little more time to understand. The hints were supposed to be small. There was a curl irony to meet your forever love on the day you lose someone so important to you.

    "So, did you ever make out your soulmate mark?" Rayla asked.

    "I think so. My mom and stepdad used to be really worried about it, but I think they would like her." Callum blushed, "How about you?"

    "I think so." She smiled, "so what is it?"

    "It's a full moon." He pulled his shirt down to show Rayla. "What's yours?"

    "It's a spell." Mimicking Callum, she pulled her collar down to reveal her freckles.

    "Hey! That's Aspiro!"

    Rayla giggled, "yeah, It is." The two were silent for a moment. "we should get going, gotta get Zym home."

    "Yeah."

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Codywan Week Day 6: Tea and Caf and Filmiswork

Summary: Obi-wan is doing paperwork and Cody wants him to take care of himself

"You have been up all night" Cody began.

    "I know but I'm almost done."

    "Can I help?"

    "No. You should go to bed, it's late."

    Cody sighed. Of course he would say that. He turned and walked away.

    In the kitchen he grabbed two cups. One for tea and one for caf. He went and grabbed a blanket as the water was boiling in the caf machine is doing as it should.

    He grabbed one of the cups and poured the water into it, then placed a tea bag and some sugar in it. Afterwards Cody grabbed the coffee and put it in his own cup.

    Walking back into the room Obi-wan occupied, he placed the tea down on the desk. "I thought you might like some."

    Obi-wan smiled. He turned to face Cody. The clone bent down and kissed him. Then took a sip of his coffee.

    Shortly after Cody took some of the filmiswork for himself. He sat on the ground next to Obi-wan and started to work on it.

The Jedi was glad that Cody had come to help him but he would have been fine with just him company. Everything was better when he was in Cody's company.

The clone placed one hand on the other's thigh and continued to work on the filmiswork. Obi-wan's heart skipped a beat and he placed his own hand on Cody's. Filmiswork sucked but maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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Whumptober Day 8: "I'v Got a Soul but I'm Not a Soldier."

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: Obi-wan is tired of being a soldier.

  Obi-wan was supposed to be a Jedi not a soldier. Sure he was sarcastic but he was also gentle and kindhearted. The death, the destruction, was a lot.

    He was raised to be peaceful. Being a Jedi wasn't always always pleasant but he never saw himself being a general in a galactic war.

    It hurt every part of him. His soul ached for some sense of control over the lives that seemed to escape his grasp while on the field. He wasn't supposed to lead people to their deaths. He was supposed to help lead them far away from the grim reaper until they were old.

    But where was Obi-wan? Leading men into a battle, knowing that some wouldn't survive. It was fine when it was his life but his men's? He felt a little bit of himself die every time one of them died. 

   The battle ended in a Republic victory. The cost of the fight was higher than he thought. The Jedi walked into his corders on the Negotiator. He set his lightsaber down on the table and sunk onto the floor. He put his hands on his thighs and rested his head in his lap.

    The door opened and Cody walked in. "Obi-wan?" He forgot his formalities.

    "Oh" Obi-wan looked up, "yes." He stood up.

    "Are you okay? I was knocking and didn't get an answer so I came in."

    "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. What do you need?"

    "Our next mission came in, Sir."

    Obi-wan sighed. His breath shook. "Okay. Leave the copy on the table."

    Cody put it down. He looked back at the Jedi and turned around to leave. He wanted to help but it's hard to help someone when they won't let you.

    "I can't do this" Obi-wan whispered, a cry threatening to push though.

    "What sir?" Cody turned around again.

    'I- i'v never been a soldier. Leading like this, is harder than I thought." He stood and started to pace.

    Cody walked over. "I think you're doing good sir."

    "No, I don't think you understand." He started to raise his voice. "I'm supposed to be a protector of peace but not like this! I'm not meant for this! I'm not made for this like you! I can't-!" He looked up from the floor then started to stumble over his words. "No, not like that." He put his head in his hands. "I'm not meant to be a soldier."

    "It's, fine." Cody knew that Obi-wan meant no harm. "Look" he grabbed him and got him to stop pacing. "You're doing what you're supposed to do and you're good at it. The cost of peace isn't pretty but it's a price that's worth paying."

    Obi-wan met his eyes and looked at the hands that gripped his shoulders. He looked back into Cody's eyes and simply leaned forward.

    The clone was surprised but wrapped his hands around the other. He held him for a moment, waiting to see what was going to happen.

    Then Obi-wan broke away. "I'm sorry commander. You, you can go."

    Cody had seen this too many times. "I don't have to. I can stay."

    "That might be nice." Obi-wan gestured to the bed. He went over to the table and grabbed the tablet with the mission information.

    "How about you take a break from that."

    Obi-wan walked over to the bed. He sat down and again motioned for Cody to sit. "I really should."

    "Alright but I'm going over it with you."

    The Jedi smiled softly, "if you must."

    Cody sat down next to Obi-wan. He knew this wasn't something he should do, sit on a bed with a general. But he also knew that he needed the company.

    Obi-wan looked over at the commander. "Thank you, Cody."

    Cody nodded. "Of course, Obi-wan."

Codywan Week Day 5: Sith Au

Summary: Obi-wan mysteriously disappears halfway through the Clone War. Cody is left wondering what happened to him and one day gets his answer.

Note: Mando'a used: Hut'uun (coward, the worst insult) and Cyare (beloved/loved). More at the bottom for after the story. Enjoy!

When Count Dooku told Obi-wan everything the Jedi had done to Sifo Dyas he started to think harder about his life. Slowly Dooku clawed his way in Obi-wan's mind and prospective.

They talked around the beginning of the war and now a year and a half had gone by. A lot happens in eighteen months. Including Obi-wan falling in love with his commander. He told him how he felt around six months before the Jedi disappeared.

Cody had a difficult time adjusting to his new general and even longer to realize Obi-wan was gone. The 212th watched his closely. They hadn't known that the two were so close.

Now, a year and eight months into the Clone War a new sith emerged. The Jedi panicked internally as they could barely contain the ones they had.

The sith was around 5'10 with auburn hair that had a single braid in it. He wore long, black robes with red accents. His face was concealed by a black mask. Some said he had bright red eyes while most said they were brown or burnt orange.

One thing was for sure. He was dangerous. Even if he didn't seem to be fond of killing things; which was strange for a sith; he could and would if necessary.

Somewhere in Cody's mind be wondered if it was possible for the sith to be Obi-wan. Even if it didn't make sense and Obi-wan would rather be dead than a sith, in the back of him mind he hoped it was him.

It made the clone sick to think about. Why would he want Obi-wan to be behind that mask? He knew that it was cruel to hope, but he did.

Learning he wasn't the only one was strange. Anakin and Cody had gotten close, both sharing the unimaginable loss of a loved one. Cody even told him about their relationship.

The 212th marched to the battlefield. As the fight raged on, they found themselves facing the new sith.

Obi-wan wasn't ready. He saw Cody's armor through all the chaos and suddenly he regretted everything. Designing to ignore it was his best idea.

Cody took one look at the man and sent a message over the comms, "Sith." That was all he needed to say. He looked back to the field and dreaded the fatality number this battle would have.

As the two got closer, Cody noticed something. The hair, the style, the almost knee high boots; they all looked familiar. His eyes had a look in them the man had long seen a few times. "Obi-wan?" He whispered. No that couldn't make sense. Obi-wan would never turn.

The sith turned to face Cody. The air was gone from the field as they realized something. No longer were they on the same side.

"Obi-wan!" Cody's voice ran through the field. This couldn't be happening. Obi-wan wouldn't do this to him. He wouldn't hurt anyone he didn't have to.

Obi-wan looked away. He never wanted to hurt Cody. He never truly wanted to hurt anyone. Dooku wanted control. He had wormed his way into the Jedi's mind and manipulated him into helping him.

Obi-wan Turned to face Cody again. They approached each other. "You fucking traitor!" The clone yelled, his voice cracking.

"I know." Obi-wan spoke softly.

As Cody approached the man he called off his droids. He allowed the clones to shoot them down, all he wanted to do was talk to his commander.

"Hut'uun! Take off that mask!" He swung to take it off but Obi-wan beat him to it.

"Of course, cyare" He let it rest in his hand.

"Don't you dare call me that!" Cody met Obi-wan's eyes. They weren't cold or hateful. They were just... sad.

Cody's hatred faded. Obi-wan was lost. The darkness had scuffed out the little flicker he had left. He wasn't sure what to do.

The clone couldn't just let Obi-wan drown. He loved him dearly but he couldn't let him leave. Resting a hand on the sith's shoulder, he sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"What?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Obi-wan was silent for a moment. Cody knew what to do. Carefully he switched his gun from kill to stun. Kenobi knew but didn't stop him.

Quickly Cody pulled his gun and shot Obi-wan. With tears in his eyes he turned back to his men. "Finish the droids off. Someone take Kenobi."

One of the men grabbed the man and took him into custody. Cody wasn't sure how he was going to explain any of this. He wasn't sure that he was right or that he should have given Obi-wan a chance. The truth would just have to come out when he was on trial.

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Another note: I wasn't sure how to write it but Obi-wan did fall because of manipulation from Dooku. I think that can be gotten from the story but I wasn't really sure and wanted to explain it lol.