Codywan Week Day 5: Only One Bed

Codywan Week Day 5: Only One Bed

Summary: After being sent on a diplomatic mission, Obi-wan and Cody settle into their room. The only problem, there's only bed.

Funny story about this at the end.

Obi-wan and Cody stared at the room before them. It was a nice room. There was a mini fridge, a bathroom, a bedside table that had a lamp on it, and a desk. There was only one problem, there was only one bed.

When the Jedi had sent Obi-wan on a diplomatic mission, they sent his commander with him so that he wasn't alone. After all, he was being sent to a war zone. It was fitting to have Cody there. However the council partially sent him for the company on the long days if travel.

The two spend a lot of time together, but one on one time like this was almost rare. I'm truth, both enjoyed being is such close contact for the few days they had spent travelling. Now they could have more close contact time.

"I can sleep on the floor."

"I can't ask you to do that." Taking off his shoes, Obi-wan sat in the bed. "We'll be fine to share a bed."

There was a nervous feeling that flooded Cody. It wasn't a bad feeling at all. "Okay."

Slowly the two settled into the room. The clone took off his armor and set it down in the corner and the Jedi removed his lightsaber from his belt and placed it on the bedside table. The two changed into comfortable clothing. Then they got into bed.

The blanket was soft. They laid an awkward distance apart, both men wanting to hold the other. It felt like it should come naturally to them. After a moment, Cody decided to shift, trying to see how Obi-wan would react.

As Cody moved, Obi-wan did too. Shifting to be closer to his commander, he grumbled about the room being slightly cold.

"Just come here." Cody smiled, holding his arms out to his Jedi. For a moment, Obi-wan hesitated. He wasn't sure why he did. Then he inched closer to the man.

Wrapping his arms around him, Cody pulled him close. "Is this better?"

"Yeah" Obi-wan said, surprised. Cody always did run warm. It felt nice, their body heat being together. It felt right, being so close. Trying to resist the urge to kiss him, the clone looked around the dark room.

Then Obi-wan got closer to him. His head rested on his chest. Looking up at Cody, his eyes lingered on his lips. The man noticed and waited to see if anything would happen. After what felt like a minute, Obi-wan leaned into his commander, kissing him.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before the Jedi pulled away. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I-"

Interrupting him Cody pulled him back into a kiss. "It's okay." The two looked at each other for a moment before Obi-wan laid back down.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The next day, the two got up. They didn't talk about what had happened the night before until the day was over. "So, what now?" Cody asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we going to talk about last night?"

"I've wanted to do that for a while now. I'm sorry if you feel uncomfortable."

"I don't." Sitting on the bed, Cody rested his hand beside him. "I like you, a lot. I'd love to date you, but I can't ask that if you. You're a Jedi."

Obi-wan crawled onto Cody, his legs on both sides of the man. "Don't worry about that. I'd like to be your boyfriend." Then kissed him. The two fell to the bed. Maybe sharing one bed wasn't so bad.

Funny story: I was gonna do hurt/comfort. My only note was "You have til August." I went to write it and figured out I didn't have any ideas previously so I changed the prompt. Next to the "You have til August." I wrote "It's August." I just think it's kinda funny. That's all.

Augusnippets Day 9: Hypothermia

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Note: This takes place during season 6

Summary: What is Callum had fallen into the frozen sea on Rayla and his way to the Starscraper?

    "Ice water is cold." Was the first Callum said when Rayla pulled him out from under the ice. They must have found a weak spot in the frozen sea or maybe it was just the mage's luck.

     "Of course it is you dummy." Rayla pulled Callum forwards, trying to get him further from the hole in the ice. He was still coughing as he tried to act like everything was fine. 

    The wind was cold against the teens skin. Even with his clothing, the wind chill clung to his bones.

    "Are you going to be okay?"

    "I'm going to have to be." It was unfortunate but true. There was no Callum could go. They had caught fire to the frozen ship. There was no point in going home, it would just make their trip worthless. So they had to go to the Starscraper.

    The wind bit at his fingers until they started to become numb. Callum shivered with every step. He refused to tell Rayla; she'd worry too much. The elf would try to help him; which as much as Callum wouldn't have minded, he didn't want her to get hurt.

As they walked, the prince started to feel more and more tired. His breathing quickened. "Can we" Callum shivered, "take a break?"

Rayla walked over to him. She brought her hand up to cuff his face. "Callum you're freezing."

"Nah, you know what that feels like more than I do." Then he leaned into Rayla. "You're really warm." Callum whispered.

"Come here." The elf picked him up. "I'll carry you the rest of the way."

"You don't have to." The human mumbled.

Shaking her head, Rayla pulled Callum closer to him. Hopefully they would arrive at The Starscraper soon.

Augusnippets Day 13: Forced to Watch (alt prompt)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Luke tries to spare Annabeth during The Titan's curse. Percy can do nothing but watch from his dreams as this happens.

    "The girl is of no use to us." A voice said. Percy still wasn't sure who was talking.

    "She can be used as bait for the half-bloods." Luke said. Annabeth lay on the ground.

    "The goddess will also serve that purpose. There is no need to keep the young half-blood alive. Kill her."

    Luke looked distraught. "No. The half-bloods have a personal attachment to her. They are more likely to come for Annabeth; especially Poseidon's son." He walked over to Annabeth. as if he would protect her.

    If Percy didn't know better, he'd say Luke didn't want her dead. However he'd ordered her death half a year ago. That couldn't be the case.

The man didn't seem to want to budge. Percy wanted nothing more than step in and save her like she had done for him. However, he couldn't move. After all, this was simply a dream. All he could do was watch and hope that Luke convinced him to leave her alive.

"Leave the young maiden alone." Artemis argued.

    Luke looked over the goddess then back to the Titan. He whispered as he spoke. "Please, do not make me kill her."

    The Titan didn't move or speak. He just waited for Luke to get over his idea of saving Annabeth and kill her.

    "If you will not show her mercy" Luke kneeled in front of the figure. "Show me mercy. I ask you, do not kill my sister." The demigod's voice shook.

    Percy felt his blood go cold. Luke was begging for Annabeth's life and he couldn't do anything about it.

    "Kill the girl Castellan. Prove to me you can do it or I'll have to report your failure." The enemy's voice was harsher than it had been.

    Luke was faced with a choice; kill Annabeth or betray Kronos. Trying to help, Percy started to yell out to Luke and Annabeth. "Annabeth! Annabeth, get up!"

"Annabeth, could be a strong ally. Let me talk to her, maybe she will align."

"Take the deal!" Percy yelled, knowing his voice couldn't be heard.

"Kill that daughter of Athena!" The voice shook though the cavern.

Tears filled Percy's eyes and he saw that they also filled Luke's. This was never really in either of their hands. Taking a look at his sword, Luke raised it. He turned towards Annabeth. "No!" Percy yelled out.

Then he woke up, unaware of Annabeth's fate. Tears fell down his face as he realized there was only one way to find out if she was alive. He would have to go to her.

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.

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."