Codywan Week Day 1: Lightsaber

Codywan Week Day 1: Lightsaber

Summary: After the last time Obi-wan lost his lightsaber, Cody decides to add a place for it with him by altering his armor.

    Jedi were funny about their lightsabers, or at least Cody's was. "This weapon is your life" he would say to Anakin Skywalker. Then he would lose his in the first five minutes of a battle. Somehow Cody always ended up with it. Something about the situation made Cody laugh. Obi-wan was somewhat of a hypocrite.

    With as often as Cody had the saber, he started to try to find a way to hold on to it easier. He wanted to keep it safe. The man knew he needed a lightsaber clip of some kind. That way he could attach it to his armor.

    Walking around the Jedi temple always felt so inviting. Looking around, Cody looked for any Jedi he might know. When he didn't see anyone he recognized, he walk up to a random Jedi and asked where he could find lightsaber clip.

    "Obi-wan break his again?" The Jedi asked, chuckling.

    "Yes sir."

    "Go down the hall and take a left. There's a supply closet. It should be the first room on the left."

    "Thank you sir." Cody smiled and walked away. The Jedi Temple was a beautiful place. It was easy to get lost in, but with all of the stories he had been told, the place never felt like much of a maze to him.

    Finding the supply closet, Cody opened the door and walked inside. He looked around until he found some clips. The box had a verity of different colors. Mostly they were neutral colors but a few were colorful. There was a few orange ones. Cody held one in his hand and decided that since orange was on brand, he would choose that one.

    Walking out of the closet, he headed back to his room. Sitting the room, Cody started his modifications to his armor and belt. With the clip attached to his belt, he carved out a small divite in his armor that went around his hip. That way the saber would fit nicer.

    The clip looked nice with his armor. The shade of orange was nearly the same. If the shade difference started to brother him, he'd paint it later.

    It didn't take Obi-wan long to realize the change in his commander's armor. They were outside by The Great Tree. The weather was nice so the man had gone to meditate by the tree. Cody had gone to find him to let him know that Anakin was looking for him.

"Cody? What do you need dear?" Obi-wan opened his eyes.

"General Skywalker is looking for you."

Sighing, Obi-wan stood. "Where is he?"

"By your room."

Smiling at him, Obi-wan thanked Cody. Something seemed different. It looked like Cody was waiting for something so the Jedi scanned him for answers. That when he saw the orange lightsaber clip attached to his belt.

    "Did you attach a lightsaber clip to your belt?"

    "I did. I end up with it enough." Cody smiled.

    Embarrassed, Obi-wan chuckled.  Looking around, he grabbed his lightsaber. Then he stepped closer to the clone and placed the saber on his hip. "It fits perfectly." With a small kiss on his commander's cheek, the Jedi stepped away from him. 

     "This weapon is your life. I can't let you lose it." The two looked into each other's eyes.

    Clone armor is the most personal thing a clone can have. They use it to express themselves. The patterns and design are as important to them as how it functions. It meant the universe to Obi-wan that Cody would change it to accommodate his lightsaber.

   "Thank you dear." Looking around again, Obi-wan checked for anyone. When he saw there was no one he stepped closer to Cody once again. Gently, he placed his hands on Cody's face. Slightly pulling them together, Obi-wan kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Augusnippets Day 3: Thunderstorm

Fandom: EPIC/The Odyssey

Summary: When Telemachus was ten years old, thunderstorms became a common thing in Ithaca. He got used to them. As he walks around the palace, he learns that Odysseus had become terrified of them.

    Thunderstorms were a normal thing for Ithaca. Telemachus started to notice more of them when he was 10 years old. He used to fear them. Now he sits by the window and watched with lightning and closes his eyes as he listens thunder and the rain.

    It was a stormy night when the boy learned his father was scared of thunderstorms. Penelope has gone to visit Ctimene; someone Odysseus wasn't ready to see again after telling her about Eurylochus.

Listening to the storm, the prince walked around the halls of the palace like he's done since he was young. Stopping in front of his mother and father's room, he felt as if he should go inside.

Without knocking, Telemachus opened the door. Inside Odysseus sat in his bed. His sword was in his hands and his knees were to his chest.

"Dad? Are you okay?" Telemachus asked.

"They're coming." Odysseus said, his voice shaking.

Walking more inside the room, Telemachus approached his father. Odysseus jumped back, surprised by the movement. "who's coming?"

"The Gods." The king said, whispering. "They have come for me."

"It's just a thunderstorm." Telemachus approached his mother's bed and tried to sit down.

Odysseus swung his sword at his son.

"Dad, it's okay. Can you put the sword down?"

After a moment, Odysseus realized what he had done and pulled his sword away for his son. "I'm sorry." As he started to cry, Telemachus sat down with him.

"It's okay. Can I see that?" He gestured to the sword in his father's hands.

Nodding, Odysseus handed it to him. Then Telemachus put it down beside the bed. "The Gods won't get you here. I promise."

"You can't guarantee they won't." The king said softly.

"True, but it will be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be. I'll be right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

Telemachus remembered what it felt like to be scared of thunder when he was little. Now his father was scared of it for a very different reason. Still, he knew that it was a hard thing to be afraid of. Only the gods can control thunderstorms after all.

"Okay." Pudding his knees back down onto the bed, Odysseus tied to relax.

"You know, I used to be afraid of thunderstorms too. I got pretty used to them. No one is going to hurt you here. You're home."

"I'm home." Odysseus repeated.

"Maybe try to sleep?"

"Yeah." Laying down, Odysseus closed his eyes. Telemachus went and sat by the rocking chair that was by a window.

"Thank you son. I love you"

"I love you too, Dad."

The Merry Whump of May Day 2: "Don't You Dare."

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Warning: Character Death

Summary: Obi-wan never thought a memory of the past would be ruined during the war. Anakin was never a fan of listening to other people.

    "Anakin, give that back." Obi-wan sighed

    Anakin held his master's lightsaber, taunting him. "What are you gonna do?" He was ready to run away. 

   "Don't you dare" Obi-wan told his Padawan.

    At the tail end of 'dare', Anakin took off down the hall. "Anakin!" Obi-wan yelled after him. Chasing him down the hall, the Jedi knew it would be a while before he got the boy to train. Like most ten year olds, he was difficult.

    However, Anakin was his padawan. Training him was a pain but something told him it would be worth it in the end. Watching the kid run away with his lightsaber, Obi-wan couldn't help but smile. As frustrating as it was, it had some humor to it.

    It had been years since Anakin had stolen his lightsaber and made Obi-wan  chase him around the temple to get it back. As the years passed, the little boy that Qui-gon had picked up on Tatooine, grew into an adult.

    Now the two brothers were generals in a war. They would fight side by side from time to time. Today was no different. "Hello Anakin."

    "Hey Obi-wan. Good to see you."

    "Likewise. Shall we go over the plan?"

    "Probably."

    Sitting together, the two looked over the battle plans and created them. They carefully thought out each attack and strategy, trying to find one that would take them to victory with the least amount of casualties.

    The battle had started as they normally did. Hours of combat seemed to never end. Now they were pinned.

    "What now?"

    "I have a plan but you're not gonna like it."

    "What's your plan?" Obi-wan asked Anakin.

    Explosions went off all around them. Obi-wan's ears were starting to ring, a sound he never did quite get used to.  "I'm going to take out the command tank."

    "You'll die before you get there." Dismissing the thought, Obi-wan started to come up with another idea.

    "Do you have such little faith in little old me?" Anakin joked.

    Rolling his eyes, Obi-wan ignored the comment.

    "I'm going to do it. It's our best shot."

    "Don't you dare." Obi-wan told his padawan.

    Anakin didn't listen. Running towards the command tank, Anakin deflected bullets. He got to the tank and slashed it with his lightsaber. The droids attacked the tank, using it as a weapon to kill Skywalker. Pieces of the tank scattered across the field. Anakin's body lie burned and still not far from the biggest part of the tank.

    "Anakin!" Obi-wan screamed, Cody kept him from going to him.

    The clone's arms wrapped around his body. "The medics will help him."

    The world felt colder than he remembered. Trying to shake the feeling of loss was harder with Anakin then Qui-gon. Then again, Obi-wan had time to grieve with his father.

    The battle couldn't stop for one man. If it could, there would never be any fighting. Kix pulled Anakin away from the scene and tried to find his vittles.

    Cody got Obi-wan away from the scene. The fight continued and ended with a Republic victory.

    Staying with Obi-wan, Cody never left his side. He already knew that General Skywalker had died. He had seen it in Rex and Kix's body language. Somehow, he knew Obi-wan knew.   However, for everyone's sake, it was best to keep that quiet.

    No words were exchanged when Kix hand Obi-wan Anakin's lightsaber. Maybe if Anakin had just listened.  Anakin never liked to listen.

Codywan Week Day 7: Long Hair/hair cutting/trimming

Summary: At the beginning of the Clone War, Obi-wan made the decision to cut his hair. The problem, he doesn't know how. That doesn't stop him from attempting. Now he needs to find someone who can fix his mistake.

    Obi-wan liked having long hair when he was younger. That's why when the clone war started, his hair was long enough to be put in a ponytail. However it started to get in his way.

    Most padawans grow out their hair once they become knights. It was almost like a rite of passage. After having their hair be so short for so long, it only made sense to want to know what it was like when it was longer.

    It was one night a few months into the war when Obi-wan made the decision to cut his hair. He found that it was in his face often enough.

The 212th was on their way to a mission on an outer rim planet that night. Obi-wan had found a pair of scissors and there was no turning back. He looked in the mirror and remembered the other reason he wanted to cut his hair. It had started to look like Qui-gon's.

That wasn't the worst thing, but seeing Qui-gon in his reflection only reminded him of his failure to protect him. So he took the scissors to his hair and started to cut it.

After a moment, the Jedi came to the realization that cutting your own hair with no prior experience is probably a bad idea. Unsure of what to do, Obi-wan raised his arm so that he could talk into his comm. The man had one person in mind when he thought of who to call. Cody.

Cody was his most trusted friend in the 212th. There was something about him that had made him comfortable with the clone from day one. Maybe it was the way he spoke or the way that he showed his kindness. Maybe it was the way that he felt around him. There was something about this man that was different. It was a feeling he had only felt a few times in his life but this time he was more certain.

So Obi-wan called Cody and told him what he did. Putting down his blaster, the commander stated he was on his way. He would just have to wait to clean his blaster. It wasn't a big deal.

As Cody walked in the halls, he thought about the Jedi. Obi-wan was an extraordinary man. He was kind and sassy and could be sarcastic at times. These were all things that Cody found he loved about him. The man thought that he probably should use the word 'love' but it seemed to be true.

Knocking on the door, Cody waited to be let in. When Obi-wan came to the door, he was a bit surprised by his hair.

"Okay." Cody whispered. He didn't want to seem like he was judging him, but he was. The man's hair was chopped up. Some parts were longer than others.

When Cody was a cadet, one of his friends asked him to cut his hair. So he learned how. It was like how some clones learned the art of tattoos. Cody was unsure why some of his brothers chose him to cut their hair. Maybe he had steady hands or was just good at it from the start. It didn't matter. Right now he was just glad he could.

"Can you fix it?" Obi-wan's face was red. He seemed embarrassed to be asking.

"I can." Cody informed him.

"Thank you." Obi-wan let him into the room. He sat down on a chair and told him to find whatever he thought would look best. Cody already knew what he would do. While he was best at the standard clone hairstyle, he knew that he could do something a little more elaborate for his general.

The clone kept his sidepart and cut his hair up to his ears. Obi-wan found he wasn't focusing on his hair. He was focusing on the way that Cody took care of it. The man was quiet as he focused and every now and again his fingers would brush up against Obi-wan's neck. It brought a weird feeling to him. It was a good feeling, yet something he felt he shouldn't feel.

Cody remembered thinking about how soft his hair was. The Jedi must have taken great care of it. He knew he couldn't mess this up. So, he tried his best just to focus on the hairstyle and not who was sitting in front of him. "You have very soft hair." He couldn't resist telling him.

"Oh, thank you." Obi-wan said nervously. But why was he so nervous? Cody figured he was just nervous that he wouldn't look good when he was done.

So the two sat there. It took maybe 20 minutes before Cody said anything. Then he told Obi-wan he was done and told him he should find a mirror.

The Jedi wasn't sure what to expect. However when he saw himself in the mirror he knew he picked the right person to fix his mistake. "It looks great, thank you." He smiled.

"Of course. Maybe don't try to cut your hair on your own next time." Cody joked.

Laughing, Obi-wan agreed he wouldn't. Something about this encounter made them closer. The next time his hair started to grow out, Cody offered to cut it for him. "It's not much trouble." He would say. They both knew that they wanted to spend more time together it wasn't planning a battle or on the battlefield.

This became a routine for them. About every 6 weeks Cody would have Obi-wan sit down so that he could cut his hair. As the two got more comfortable with the situation, they started to talk. They told stories about when they were younger and Cody told him how he knew how to cut hair. Obi-wan thought it was sweet.

When they started dating this routine did not change. It was still something they looked forward to. The two figured they always would. Even as things changed they still had each other. The Clone and the Jedi always hoped they would. Even if it was just something as simple as a haircut that they shared between the two.

Augusnippets Day 10: Begging for Mercy

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Aaravos tries to argue with Cosmic Judges for Leola.

    Aaravos couldn't seem to understand why his daughter was being punished for giving the humans magic. The girl had done it out of love, not mallis. She was young and didn't know she was breaking some old code. 

    Standing in front of the Cosmic Judges, the startouched elf tried to plead his daughter's case. As they argued, he could feel Leola slipping out of his fingers. Would he really lose his daughter?

    "She is but a child!" Falling to his knees, he yelled at the judges. "Show her mercy!"

    The judges stayed quiet, cold in their decision. The girl had broken their code. It had been written to keep them safe as well as to protect their future. Now that the humans had magic, their downfall would begin.

    "She has broken the cosmic order." The stern one spoke.

    "She didn't know any better! I allowed her!"

    Leola tugged on her father's clothing, "Daddy?"

    Trying to calm his voice, Aaravos spoke. "It's alright. It will be okay." Kneeling down to his daughter, he tried to comfort her.

    Deep down, Aaravos knew he would lose. That didn't mean he wouldn't try. After all, how could he give up on his daughter?

    So the elf argued. He fought with all of strength; trying to have the judges grant his Leola mercy. Maybe it would be an act of mercy to him too. After all, what kind of parent wants to lose their child before they die?

Augusnippets Day 7: Waterboarding

Fandom: Spy x Family

Summary: Loid is waterboarded

    Loid didn't know what had given him away. All he did know was now he was in enemy territory. He had been on a mission to infiltrate a popular gang in this area. One of the members must have found out he was not there to truly join them.

    Despite his abilities, Loid had not expected the gang members to attack him. All it took was one lead pipe to the back of his head and he was lucky to be alive. When Loid woke up, he was in some room. His hands were tied together and he heard what sounded like a sink running.

    "Who sent you?" A gang member asked. Loid stayed silent.

    "We don't have time for your fucking games man. Who sent you?" Still, Loid didn't answer.

    "Alright, you asked for it." One of the gang members grabbed a bucket while another grabbed a cloth. They soaked the cloth and brought it to Loid's face.

Dropping the rag over the spy's face, the gang member poured more water in it. Loid struggled under their grasp, trying to escape. It felt like he was drowning, even if he wasn't. The water coming into his lungs, was painful and had the potential to be deadly. However, at the time he should be okay.

After a moment, Loid tried to calm himself enough to think about how to get out of the situation. Escape was all about the timing. If the man could plan it out to where he used his strength against the others when they didn't have water on him.

So he waited for a moment. Once they ran out of water, Loid took his chance. He attacked them, freeing himself. Shaking the cloth off of his face, Loid headed for the door. Forcing the door to open, he ran down the hall. Now Twilight just had to figure out how to escape the building.