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Thank you so much <3

I’m quitting this blog

After some time of reflection and vacation, I’ve decided that trying to force myself into engaging and creating content for something for which I feel no drive towards is pointless, and too draining, so I’ve decided to step out of this blog.

I still love clones and shipping them, but the state of SW - both canon and fanon - doesn’t really enthusiasm me anymore, at least not enough to keep up a whole blog for just this particular thing.

I won’t delete my posts though, so everything that I’ve written will still be archived in here for you to read.

If you would still like to follow and engage with me, you can DM me to ask for my main account. I’m much more active there.

So, I guess that’s goodbye.

With love,

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[clonecest-bin-account]

I’m quitting this blog

After some time of reflection and vacation, I’ve decided that trying to force myself into engaging and creating content for something for which I feel no drive towards is pointless, and too draining, so I’ve decided to step out of this blog.

I still love clones and shipping them, but the state of SW - both canon and fanon - doesn’t really enthusiasm me anymore, at least not enough to keep up a whole blog for just this particular thing.

I won’t delete my posts though, so everything that I’ve written will still be archived in here for you to read.

If you would still like to follow and engage with me, you can DM me to ask for my main account. I’m much more active there.

So, I guess that’s goodbye.

With love,

Clonecest-bin-account

#update

[clonecest-bin-account]

Hope you are okay! Take as long as you need your health and life comes first! Have a good day :)

Thank you so much anon! I really appreciate your support <3

I'm trying to hold on as much as I can, hoping that this bad moment will pass soon

#reply #anonymous

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Heya! Quick question: do you still update your AO3? I’ve noticed you have one fic set complete at a hundred and another sitting at around 50/100. Are you still adding to this one? Cheers!

Hello! I'm going to update my AO3 for the longer fics, but not for the short requests I'm doing now.

Maybe if I get enough of them done I might organize them and post them there too, but at the moment I don't have enough mental energy for that

#sorry guys i'm just having a rough time all around irl and i'm having hard times with motivation to do everything

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Fox/Thorn, sfw. Thorn kicking ass and Fox and his competence kink going "yes please".

(Yeeeeees! Thorn deserves to be competent and badass)

This, Fox thinks, is what makes him feel alive: not the dull office work that alas he has to subject himself to more often than he’d like, not the demonstrations, not the drills, not the meetings but this, pure action.

They’ve finally been able to track down the leader of a spice smuggling ring, but of course the motherkriffer is trying his hardest to escape arrest. Eh, it’s better like this: it gives Fox the rush of excitement he needs to continue with his daily life.

During the chase he and Thorn - who had insisted on coming with him even though really, there was no need - have gotten separated, but Fox is only mildly worried.

As soon as the chase began, they had quickly figured out that their mark was trying to get to the spaceport.

“He wants to leave!” Thorn had exclaimed.

“Yeah, I figured!” Fox responded. Damn, they had to catch him before he managed to get there, or else it was going to be over.

“I have an idea! You keep following him, I’ll cut to the port and wait for him!” Thorn suggested, then.

It was… It was a great idea: that way, they could cut his escape route and trap him with them. Yeah, it could’ve worked greatly.

“Fine! But be careful!” he said, then. “He must have people waiting for him! You’ll have to take care of them first!”

“Oh, I know!” Thorn exclaimed, something in his tone indicating that he was really looking forward to it. Ah, he’ll never change.

After exchanging a nod, then, the two separated, Thorn disappearing as he cut towards the port while Fox kept up the chase.

Thorn is a good soldier. Thorn is great at combat. Fox knows this, and yet…

No, it’ll be fine. There’s no need to worry.

What Fox can do, however, is to run as fast as he can, so that they’ll get to the spaceport soon. If Thorn needs his help, he’ll be able to give it to him then.

C’mon, Foxie, you can do it…

Once he actually arrives at the port, he can easily tell by the amount of passed out people on the ground that there has been a fight, but what catches his eyes is something different: at the center of it all, there’s Thorn, standing proudly amidst the chaos, barely a scratch on him.

Fox lowers his gaze, and he sees that there’s somebody under Thorn’s foot: it’s the man they were chasing, already cuffed and conveniently passed out as well, which will make carrying him much easier without him struggling for release.

It’s not that Fox is surprised, because he knows Thorn is capable, more than capable even - he wouldn’t be a commander otherwise - but that doesn’t mean that seeing proof of it, even if it’s the umpteenth time Thorn proves himself to be a beast, doesn’t set fire to Fox’s very soul.

Usually he’d carry himself with more professionalism than this, but it’s like a switch has been flipped inside his head, and he doesn’t know how to turn it off.

As he quickly covers the distance between them he chucks his helmet off, letting it fall on the ground - he doesn’t care - and once he’s close enough to Thorn he does the same with his own, then, before Thorn can even begin to question him about this weird behavior, he cups his face between his hands and draws him for a heated kiss full of teeth and tongue.

At first Thorn freezes, taken entirely by surprise, but after all, having Fox so hot and bothered just because he’s beaten up a few guys isn’t something that happens often; it would be a shame not to take advantage of it, no? He closes his hands around Fox’s waist, dragging him until their hips are flush. He’d love to do something more, but they’re still on the job unfortunately - later, though…

Fox pulls away, leaving Thorn slightly disappointed - okay that they couldn’t do more, but he was good to go at least for five other minutes, c’mon…

“That was dangerous!” he exclaims, as if he too hadn’t agreed to the idea. “Absolutely dangerous, and stupid! You could’ve gotten hurt and… That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

This time too he kisses Thorn before giving him the chance to do anything, but it’s too amusing, so he’ll let it slide, focusing instead on the feeling of Fox’s lips against his own. He’s so voracious!

He’s having thoughts again, thoughts that are better suited for a different kind of occasion…

“Hey,” he says in fact, once they pull away again. “What do you say if we bring our man back to HQ and then we… discuss this matter further?”

It’s only then that Fox realizes that he’s been acting in a rather saucy way in public, and while on duty as well, which isn’t exactly the ideal. He shakes his head, then, trying to regain a bit of composure.

“Yes, I think that’s for the best,” he says, then, clearing his throat, before going back to retrieve his bucket from the ground while Thorn watches amused, though he soon follows him, wanting to be done with this as soon as possible.

There aren’t many things that get under Fox’s skin, both in positive and in negative, but Thorn has managed to find out what some of these things are - it’s one of the perks of knowing him so well.

He would’ve never thought, however, that him kicking ass would be such a turn on for Fox, at least not to this degree, though maybe he should’ve actually expected it; after all, it’s renown that Fox has a thing for competence, and Thorn has competency to spare.

Oh well, now that he knows about this, he’ll certainly use it in his favor from time to time, though that’s a thought for another time. This time, there’s already something very good waiting for him when they get back.

#clonecest #cloneshipping #foxthorn #commander fox #commander thorn #my fics #beckyh2112

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I'd love to see something with Wooley/Alpha-17, maybe something to do with arc training? Nsfw or sfw you decide! I love your work btw!!!

(Aw anon thank you so much! And yes, I can definitely do something with Wooley and Alpha!)

Wooley knew already that ARC training would be hard - everyone told him so - but still, this is something else.

Cody had warned him about it, and had especially warned him about what kind of beast Alpha-17 is, but Wooley didn’t really listen, mostly because he thought that nobody could be worse than his commander.

Turns out, he was wrong: Alpha-17 is a great soldier, the best there is, but by the Force is his training impossible. Wooley almost prefers fighting waves of clankers than being forced to go against him even just another time.

It’s not just the sparring, though: the physical exercises he makes him do, the way too early hour in which he forces him to wake up… It’s all so draining, so much that Wooley almost regrets having been chosen for the ARC program, something that should otherwise feel like the biggest of honors.

Still, despite the hardships, he perseveres, if anything, to prove Alpha wrong when he tells him that he’s not fit for this, that Cody has made a mistake. Deep down he knows he’s saying those things just as a provocation, a way to spur him further, but this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to shove his words right up his throat.

Even if it kills him, he’ll show him that he’s worthy.

Cody has really outdone himself, Alpha can’t help but to think, sending him Wooley. He had warned him about his stubborn nature, but seeing it in action is another thing entirely: the more Alpha tries to push him down, then more Wooley rises up, the harder he works, all to show Alpha his potential.

He’s got to admit, he likes clones with character, the ones with a spine, and Wooley is one of them. Alpha can’t deny that he’s having fun seeing how far he can go pushing Wooley around - as of now, he still hasn’t found his breaking point, and he’s starting to wonder if he even has one.

Of course, he’s not always horrible to him, just enough to help him grow.

Watching his brothers develop their potential and bloom into great warriors is something that fills him with pride - though good luck catching him admitting it out loud. It wasn’t always like this at first, however: when he began instructing other clones, he did it only because those were the orders, that was his duty, but nothing more. It’s only with time that his feelings have changed in the matter, though of course this doesn’t mean that he’s gone soft, nor that he’s going easier on the troops; if anything, one could even say he’s become harsher to them. It’s for their own good: being an ARC is serious business; if they can’t handle it, then they should go back to being regular troopers.

With things being like this, it’s easy to understand why he’s so drawn to Wooley, why he makes him the proudest: he has great potential, and he works hard to unleash it. He’s a bit of a hothead, but depending on the situation, that can be a good thing; he’s one of the best Alpha’s ever had.

Still, he never expected him to be this bold. He’s been smart enough to wait until everyone else has left after the demonstration in the sparring quarters, until only he and Alpha remained inside, then he shoved Alpha against the wall and kissed him. The audacity.

Any other person would’ve been already sent to the ground for trying this shit, but… Wooley is a worthy exception. Still, this doesn’t stop Alpha from grabbing him by the waist and turning them around, shoving him against the wall; by the pleased noises coming out of his mouth, though, he must’ve liked it.

“You are a menace,” Alpha utters, once he pulls away. In response, Wooley leans in and licks a stripe across his lips - utterly shameless.

“What about it?” he has the gall to challenge him, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Unfazed by his tone, Alpha grabs him by the hair, yanking it down to expose his neck, reveling in the surprised gasp that leaves his lips. “Careful, kid, you’re stepping into something bigger than you.”

Wooley holds his gaze. “I know what I’m getting into.”

You don’t, Alpha wants to say, but he doesn’t, too impressed by Wooley’s bravery: he isn’t faltering, he stands his ground.

A smirk appears on Alpha’s face.

“Alright then, we’ll see what you’re capable of,” he says, then, letting Wooley go. It’s his turn to issue a challenge now.

As much as he’d love to continue, however, this isn’t the time nor the place, so he turns around, beginning to walk away. Besides, Wooley will have to work harder if he truly wants something out of Alpha, and he seems to know it too, because his response comes soon:

“I’ll show you. You’ll see.”

Alpha doesn’t even turn to look at him, but he simply waves at him with one hand as he leaves the room, knowing that his coldness won’t discourage him.

Well, that was unexpected, but not unwelcome. To be honest, Alpha’s quite curious to see how things will evolve.

Just like Wooley himself, this has the potential to become something great.

#self reblog

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Nvm I got hired :D

The internship’s done, but instead of fully hiring me they’re keeping me as a “support”, meaning that when they need extra help they can call me and they’ll pay me to do turns, which is a bit disappointing, but better than nothing.

On the good side, I should have more free time to write, though I think for now I’ll keep posting one fill per week at least until I have so few of them prepared.

#it's a part time job so it's not like they're paying me that much #but it's a start #yay! #update

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Forgot to share this one XD

Some Rexcara based on my lovely partner's fic!

(Link to said fic below!)

#rexcara #captain rex #commander bacara #q

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So I saw your request are open and I’m back too ask for an denal x Rex fluff where denal does not die and you can decide where it goes from there and if this is not enough info then I don’t know what to do. Also I really like your blog so have a great day :)

Aw thank you so much anon!

I'm assuming that you're the same one who already made the Denal/Rex request already because it's pretty similar. Don't worry! I have it on the list already :D

I'm doing the requests following the order in which I've received them, so that's why I still haven't gotten to write it, but don't worry, I'll get to it eventually!

#reply #anonymous

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Hi! I absolutely love reading all your fics, I cant wait to see more! Do you think you could do something with Rex/Tup, anything soft or fluff, I'd love to see your interpretation! Thank you for considering!

(Hell yeah! I'm always a slut for rarepairs!)

“You’re lucky you’re a natural blonde, sir,” Tup can’t help but to say, filling the silence that has formed between them as he finishes applying dye to Rex’s hair.

“I suppose I am,” Rex replies, smiling to himself. It seems a petty thought to have, but he can’t help but to find it ironic that Tup would say that, considering the sorrow this hair of his used to bring him when he was younger: he always felt different, like he didn’t belong.

Of course, that feeling has long since passed - Rex has proved himself more than enough - but still…

Thankfully, Tup’s voice brings him back to reality before his thoughts can spiral into something unpleasant.

“Why do you even do this if you’re going to take it off the next day?” he asks.

“Because this isn’t about dyeing my hair,” Rex explains. “It’s about supporting your team!”

“Yeah, the team that you’re watching on the holoscreen and has no way of knowing you’re doing this for them,” Tup points out with an amused smile on his face. To be quite frank, he doesn’t really understand this passion of Rex - he’s never been that passionate about sports in general - but he also can’t help but to find his excitement endearing: when they watch the matches - because Tup might not understand this, but he’s still a supportive partner - Rex would yell at the screen and encourage the players, and he’d make big shows of celebration every time they score a point. It feels like such a privilege to be able to witness Rex being this unguarded, that Tup can’t help but to be grateful for the existence of sports.

“Yes, Tup, the team that I’m watching on the holoscreen and has no way of knowing I’m doing this for them,” Rex retorts, mocking Tup’s voice, though a smile betrays what should’ve been a shadow of annoyance.

“Why? You think it doesn’t suit me?” he challenges then, but Tup remains unfazed. “Quite the opposite, actually,” he replies, in fact. “Such a shame that you never keep it for long…”

“… You think I should keep it?”

“If you want,” Tup shrugs. “I can’t exactly order you around, but it does suit you.”

Mmmh, does he really mean it? What a dumb question. As if Tup would have any reason to lie about something like this!

To tell the truth, Rex never thought about keeping his hair dyed after a match: wouldn’t that diminish his authority status somehow? That and also he knows everyone would make such a big deal out of this change, and that’s not something he needs.

How many commanders and high-ranking officials have colored hair, however? A lot, and nobody would ever dream questioning them about it, so why should things be different for him?

Besides, Tup said he likes it, and Rex wants to impress him - as much as he can claim he’s not vain, he sure likes having Tup’s gaze on him - so… wouldn’t it be worth a try?

For now, he simply hums, letting Tup continue dyeing his hair.

He needs to think about it…

To say that Tup is surprised would be an understatement: it’s been a week since the game, and Rex’s hair is still blue. No matter how many people point it out, no matter the jokes that keep being made, he still hasn’t changed it.

It’s weird, and Tup can’t guess the reason why he’s doing this, but he can’t say he minds, not when Rex looks so good like this, not when the blue of his hair compliments the blue of his armor so much.

Still, one day, while they’re cuddling on Rex’s bed, he can’t help but to ask:

“What’s up with the hair?”

“Don’t like it?” Rex asks, perplexed.

“Of course I like it,” Tup’s quick to reply. “I was just wondering what brought the change, that’s all…”

There’s a moment of pause in which Rex stills completely, then he turns to better face Tup.

“You don’t… You don’t remember?”

“Remember what, Rex?”

At that, Rex’s demeanor shifts entirely: he looks extremely flustered now, and he averts Tup’s gaze.

“But you said… You really liked it…”

Oh.

Tup remembers everything now. It comes to him like a flash: him helping Rex dyeing his hair, that offhand comment he made about the color suiting him… Damn, did Rex really keep it because of what he said? How flattering.

In a burst of affection, Tup closes his arms around Rex, drawing him closer for a crushing hug.

“You’re so cute!” he can’t help but to exclaim, almost frustrated by the sheer adorableness of it all.

“I’m not!” Rex immediately protests, but it all dies down as he begins getting smothered in small kisses from Tup.

“Yes you are!” Tup retorts in fact, between one kiss and another, and that manages to shut Rex up, figuring that he’d rather be on the receiving end of his affection than discuss this further; this doesn’t mean that he agrees with Tup, mind you: it’s just a strategical decision.

Eventually the initial enthusiasm begins to die down, and Tup’s kisses become softer and softer, until he stops.

“Will you keep your hair like this forever, now?” he asks while he caresses it. Rex immediately leans into the touch.

“I don’t know about forever…” he mutters, then, “But I think I’ll keep it a while longer.”

Tup nods at those words, unable to tear away his gaze from Rex. He still can’t believe he’d take his words to heart so much that he’d be willing to make such a drastic change - or well not that drastic since he’s probably going to change it in a while - but it’s true, Rex really did it, and he did it for him.

“Well…” he says then. “If you need help remaking it for the next big game, you know where to find me.”

“Oh I know,” Rex chuckles, looking at Tup with tender eyes. “I know…”

#self reblog #q

[clonecest-bin-account]

TAKE TWO!

Literally anything Rex/Echo/Fives would be the best. They deserve to be together!!!

(They sure do!!!!)

Rex knew already that Fives and Echo were going to do great as ARCs - that’s why he enlisted them in the program - but to see them now, in front of him, with their ARC getup and a wisdom in their eyes brought by experience is another thing entirely.

They did it, they’ve really become ARCs.

“Look at you, all grown up,” he can’t help but to say, dragging them both into a tight hug. “You are my pride and joy.”

As soon as he utters those words, a small, embarrassed laugh escapes Echo’s lips. “Thank you, sir.”

Fives doesn’t say anything, instead, but that’s just because he doesn’t trust his voice not to crack if he does. It means a lot to him to have Rex’s approval; after all, even though he and Echo might be ARCs now, he’ll always be their captain!

It’s been just a coincidence that they’ve been assigned to the 501st for a mission, but nobody can’t complain: Fives and Echo get to see their old companions, have a laugh with Skywalker again and, most importantly, they get to be with Rex, while the captain finally has the occasion to see how much they have grown, to see the fine warriors they’ve become. He knew they had the potential for greatness and it’s incredibly gratifying to have proof that he was right.

There’s something else too, however, something that for a very long time has gone unsaid, but it’s the right time to let it out, as none of them can hold back anymore.

The first ones to kiss are Rex and Echo. It’s brief and almost shy, but it still sends a shiver down both their spines.

When they pull away, a gentle hand turns Rex’s head around, and before he can realize what’s happening, Fives presses their lips together. He’s bolder than Echo, sliding his tongue inside Rex’s mouth, while Echo’s kiss was more chaste, but it doesn’t matter: Rex wasn’t expecting them to behave the same after all, because they’re not the same.

This has been a long time coming, and maybe that’s why it almost doesn’t feel real, but it is real. Yes, this is no dream; it’s truly happening. They’re here, they’re still alive, and they’re kissing like they never had the courage to do before.

Thankfully they’ve had the foresight to have a small private meeting before the official one, because they can’t stop this, they truly cannot: as soon as he and Fives pull away, Rex goes back to Echo, closing one arm around his waist to drag him closer, hips flush against each other, while Fives begins to leave a trail of kisses that goes up from the back of his hand to his shoulder, and despite the fact that Rex is wearing his armor, he can feel each peck just as well as if Fives were kissing him naked.

Soon they will have to leave, though, because it would be unprofessional of them to arrive late to the briefing because they were too busy with their love affairs, but they still have time, and they intend not to waste it, because that would truly be a shame, and not something they want to happen; after all, who knows when they’ll get another chance to indulge?

That’s another problem they’ll have to think about: Fives and Echo aren’t bound to the 501st anymore, being ARCs and all, so there will be fewer chances to spend time with Rex than they would’ve otherwise, but oh well, so is life, but it’s not like they can shrink they duties to the Republic either.

This is how things are, but on the other hand, doesn’t this make every single moment they get to spend together even more precious? Doesn’t this make them unforgettable?

Even if it’s for a short amount of time, they get to be Rex, Echo and Fives, and not captain or ARC troopers; just them.

This alone makes everything worth it.

#clonecest #cloneshipping #recho5 #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #my fics #bits and pieces #archangelsanonymous

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Catching you now when requests are open! Could I request some Rex/Fives/Echo when the twins are still fairly new after Rishi? The Captain is stressed after a battle or because of something the Dominoes did and they try to figure out how to relax him.

(Cuuuuute!)

“Maybe 79’s?” Fives suggests.

“I don’t think Rex’s the kind of guy for that…” Echo points out. Well, he’s right: they’ve known Rex for a short amount of time, that’s true, but they’ve never seen him at 79’s enjoying the night with his fellow clones. No, he mustn’t be too fond of that at all…

“That’s true,” Five mutters, scratching his chin, still deep in thought.

Here’s the thing: they’ve noticed that Rex is quite stressed, and they want to do something for him, but what? They don’t even know him that well, and Rex really isn’t one to talk about himself that much, so they’re quite stumped.

Sure, they could ask for someone else’s help, preferably someone who knows him better, but… as dumb as it may sound, they want to do this themselves.

After all, they still haven’t found a meaningful way to thank Rex for what he’s done for them after Rishi; they had nobody left, and Rex decided to take them with him, give them a new home, a new family. They’ll never forget it.

Not that they haven’t said thank you so many times, and not that they don’t do their best every day to repay him for the faith he’s expressed in them, but they still feel like it’s not enough. They need to do more.

So no, they can’t ask anybody else for help. They need to do it.

“Anything at all?” Fives asks, then, exasperated. It seems like everything they come up with would end up only causing Rex more stress, which is the exact opposite of what they want to do.

“Maybe we should just talk to him,” Echo suggests. It’s their only hope.

“Isn’t that cheap?” Fives counters, however. After all, they wanted to make it a surprise, something nice and special that could please their captain; asking him would quite defeat the purpose of this.

“Would you rather we do something and only stress him further?”

Well, when he puts it like that…

Fives sighs. “Fine. Let’s ask him.”

To say Rex is surprised when Fives and Echo barge into his office would be an understatement. He really was hoping to be left alone that day.

Then they open their mouths, and Rex doesn’t have it in himself to be mad anymore.

“Rex, we’ve noticed that you’ve been quite stressed these days, and…” Echo begins, but it doesn’t take long for Fives to take over.

“Well, we wanted to do something nice for you, something to unwind, but we were afraid if we did something, it would only end up stressing you out more, so…” he shrugs, and in the silence, Echo continues.

“Is there anything we can do for you? You’re very important to us, and we want to help.”

For a moment, Rex is speechless, surprised by their initiative.

“I… Thank you,” he says, truly touched, only for his expression then to sour. “But still, I need to finish reporting our losses…”

Figures that the captain would be too busy for… oh. This is why he’s so stressed!

It’s never easy having to deal with the loss of a brother, imagine having to report hundreds of them. No wonder Rex has been this weird recently.

Fives and Echo look at each other. It takes them only a brief gaze to understand that they’re both thinking the same thing.

They turn back to Rex.

“Would you like us to stay?”

“Huh?”

This is the second time they’ve surprised Rex in such a short amount of time. He was expecting them to tuck tail and leave, but instead…

“You know what? Yeah, I’d like that.”

It helps.

Sure, it’s not exactly a magic cure for everything bad, but it’s easier for Rex to file every report with the very tangible presences at his side. It’s grounding, it’s relaxing of sort.

He definitely feels less alone now.

Eventually, they move to the couch, which is tricky because it makes Rex want to drop his datapad and just take a nap, but he can’t, not when there’s still work to do.

To Echo and Fives’ credit, they’re well-behaved enough not to disturb him, even though at some point they begin talking to each other in hushed voices. Since Rex’s attention is elsewhere, he can’t really make out what they’re saying, but their voices create a nice background noise that helps him focus even more, and so he goes on, registering every designation, every name of the lives they have been lost during their last battle.

He’s so taken by his work that he notices that the voices have stopped only when he’s finished; as he rests the datapad on his lap, sighing of relief because it’s finally over, he looks at Fives first, then at Echo, and he realizes that they have fallen asleep, with their faces resting against his shoulders - it truly is a miracle that he hasn’t noticed anything.

What should’ve been a time of grief becomes something else, as a tenderness Rex hasn’t felt in a very long time resurfaces inside him, and he can’t help but to smile.

“Echo, Fives… Thank you.”

#self reblog #q

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may I request some cody/fox, a reunion?

(At first I was thinking about some post order 66 angst, but then I was like, you know what? No, let's write some fluff)

It’s been a while since Cody has been on Coruscant, a very long while. Too long, if you ask him.

Don’t get him wrong, it’s not like he’s having doubts about his duty, or that he truly feels in need of a vacation, but war is a heavy thing, and he’d prefer if he’d be able to get even just one day to relax more often than he does now.

Oh well, he supposes there’s no use in complaining about it now that he’s finally gotten a day of leave, though he’ll make sure to mention it to general Kenobi sooner or later - after all, he could use a few more days to rest as well.

Now, however, there’s something else in his mind: what should he do now, to pass the time? He’s got a nice night of sleep already, so he doesn’t really feel the need to stay in bed anymore.

… He could be bother Fox. He really, really, wants to go bother Fox - he hasn’t seen him since forever, it feels like - but he’s afraid that he might interrupt him while doing important work, and that’s not something he wants to do.

In the end, even if he does, what’s the worst that could happen? If he’s really busy, Cody will leave, and they’ll meet another day, though he really hopes he’ll get to spend some time with him now - he truly missed the motherkriffer.

Yeah, he’s going to the Guard’s headquarters. He’s made his decision, and if he decides to bring with him a bottle of wine that general Kenobi has gifted him, who are we to judge?

On his way to the corries’ headquarters, he’s managed to find a couple of shinies and ask them about Fox’s whereabouts. According to them, he should be in his office, meaning that, likely, he shouldn’t be busy that day, or at least not busy for important stuff, so, after thanking the guards, Cody keeps walking with an eased mind.

He can’t help but to wonder how Fox is doing. Unfortunately, they haven’t been able to keep much in contact, so he doesn’t really know; what he knows is that Fox does have a bit of a tendency to overwork himself, even with Thorn and Stone to keep him in check, which is worrying, but he trusts in Fox’s good judgment - maybe he shouldn’t but oh well, he has faith in him.

In the eventuality that he finds him in deplorable conditions, he’ll force him to take a break. It’s as easy as that.

Has Fox missed him? He can’t help but to wonder.

As for him, he’s missed him and quite a lot too, but sometimes Fox can be so hard to read, so unreadable…

Cody shakes his head. He shouldn’t worry about this kind of stuff, after all, this is how Fox is and how he’s always has been, and he’s never loved him any less for it.

Besides, he’ll find his answer soon enough. He just needs to get to Fox’s office.

He just lightly knocks on the door, and he already he can hear Fox yelling from inside.

“Thorn, I swear to the Force! I told you--”

But the door opens, and it’s not Thorn the one stepping inside, but…

“Cody?!”

“Hey, Foxy,” the other greets him, using the nickname Thorn has given him and that he hates, but all the things that he wanted to say are cut off by an unexpected hug, as Fox gets up and reaches for him with an incredible speed, so much that it takes Cody off guard - and almost makes him drop the wine. “Careful!”

It’s like the spell has broken, as Fox pulls away, clearly flustered.

“Um, yeah…” he mutters, clearing his throat. “Hi Cody. Why are you here, bothering me?”

“I missed you too, Fox,” Cody says, instead of answering, shaking his head. As if acting all annoyed is enough to cancel the fact that he’s basically thrown himself at him then moment he stepped in.

The admission seems to work, at least, because Fox visibly relaxes, looking less embarrassed than before.

“Well,” he begins then, walking to the couch - and not the work desk, which Cody considers already a win. “You’re the one who’s been running across the galaxy, but I’m sure you’re here to tell me everything about it, right?”

He’s looking at Cody expectantly, and what else can he do, then, but to join him?

“Oh yes. You won’t believe the things I’ve seen…”

And so he begins talking and talking and talking, retelling Fox everything that has happened since they’ve last seen each other.

Sometimes he gets interrupted by a question or a comment from Fox, who looks very interested by what Cody’s saying.

“How can I know you’re not shitting me?” he asks at some point, however, though it’s more of a joke than an actual question.

“I’m not shitting you, I swear!” Cody replies, before downing a gulp of wine straight from the bottle - who needs glasses. “Now, can I continue, or not?”

The more Cody continues, the more Fox inches closer, and the more Cody leans towards him in response. Eventually they end up with Fox having thrown his legs over Cody’s lap, head comfortably resting against his shoulder as the other gestures wildly, narrating his last misadventure with general Kenobi.

He doesn’t say anything as he reaches out for one of his hands, softly intertwining their fingers together, and Cody doesn’t either, though a warm sensation spreads inside him at the gesture.

This isn’t how Fox usually acts, which is a testament to how much time has passed since they’ve been able to see each other in non-dire circumstances. This time, thankfully, they can just sit down and relax, enjoying each other’s company, and neither of them wants to miss this perfect occasion; that’s why, at some point, Fox decides to interrupt Cody’s narration with a kiss, and who’s Cody to deny him?

He eagerly kisses back, and that’s all Fox needs to move further, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer, as close as he can, like he can’t get enough of him.

… Eh, it seems that, in the end, Cody really has gotten his answer.

He had no doubt.

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Can I request some fluffy Jesse and Kix dancing in the rain? Maybe Kix thinks it's a bad idea cause then they'll get sick but when Jesse looks at him like that how can he say no

(Yeeeeeees!!!!)

Every clone knows rain. How could they not, when their early years are spent on Kamino?

Still, all of them have a different relationship with it: for some, it feels like home, for others, it’s a reminder of how far they’ve come, since having rain only occasionally means they’re not on Kamino anymore, for others it’s nothing special.

Kix, personally, is absolutely sick of it, which is why he’s not exactly happy that Jesse is trying to drag him outside.

“Come on!” Jesse says. “When has it ever rained on Coruscant! We must enjoy the occasion!”

“That is not true!” Kix retorts, trying to oppose Jesse’s pull. “Besides, aren’t you tired of rain?”

“How could I ever be tired of rain?” Jesse asks. “This is just like home!”

Kix sighs. Of course he’d say something like that, but still that doesn’t mean that…

With a stronger pull, Jesse manages to drag Kix out in the open, then he pulls his arms around his waist so that he can’t escape. Ugh, Kix supposes there’s nothing he can do about it now, huh?

“Are you happy, now?” he asks in fact, though he sounds less mad than he actually intended to, but that’s just because of Jesse’s closeness, which is the only good thing about this situation.

“Of course, and I know you are too!” the other replies, and well, he’s not wrong, in the end, even though…

“We’re going to catch something like this, you know that right?”

“Kix, we’re not cadets anymore,” Jesse chuckles, making a big show of rolling his eyes at the other’s worried words. “We don’t get sick that easily anymore.”

“That’s not how it works and you know--!” Kix tries to counter, but then Jesse begins spinning them around and he has to shut up, or else he would’ve yelped, which isn’t something he truly wants Jesse to hear.

“How about we dance?” Jesse suggests then, and despite the initial irritation, Kix finds himself laughing at his antics.

“You’re supposed to ask that before you actually begin to dance!” he manages to say, still laughing.

Jesse begins chuckling too, and the two spin around and around, uncaring of the rain and the eyes they are drawing to themselves by acting like this, but they don’t really care.

Part of Kix’s mind is still worried that they’re really going to catch something, but oh well, it’s not like he can do anything about that. Technically he could force both of them to get back to a shelter from the rain, but does he really want to stop this? No, not really.

They rarely get moments of such levity, so now all he wants to do is to cherish the occasion, especially if he gets to share it with the person he loves.

Besides, Jesse’s smile makes everything worth it. Not that Jesse isn’t a cheerful person usually, but Kix can tell when he’s faking it; this time, the joyous expression on his face is true.

… Of course, when he inevitably comes down with a fever, Kix is there, ready to tend to him. Still, this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get to tell him, with the biggest grin on his face, “See? I told you so”.

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Since your requests are now open I kindly ask for some pure, happy, supportive, and loving relationship Blackout/Spark interactions because I am but a simple fool.

(Sure thing! Need more of them)

Spark doesn’t know what the fact that this is his favorite part of any mission says about him, but he just loves when they end, that moment in which the adrenaline begins to subside, leaving space for a pleased numbness that’s half the satisfaction for a job well done, half the relief for the fact that everything went well, that everyone’s still alive.

Of course not every mission ends like this: sometimes it’s painful, extremely so, and all he can do is thinking about the lives they’ve lost, about the fact that he was almost one of them, and he asks himself if it would’ve been better if he were one of the victims. At least he’d finally get some rest, right?

Fortunately for him, this last mission went well and without hiccups, meaning that he gets to enjoy a well deserved time off without the feeling of dread looming on his shoulders.

Nope, what he feels right now is an intense lightheartedness. The fact that he’s also just taken a shower and is now resting on his bunk are also great factors contributing to his good mood, but they’re not the only ones: even though Spark’s keeping his eyes closed, he can discern by the kind of steps getting closer and closer to him that he’s not going to be alone for much longer.

As to confirm his thoughts, once he opens his eyes, he seems a certain someone leaning with his arms against the upper bunk, looking down on him with a fond expression.

“Hey,” he greets his visitor, lips already curling into a smile.

“Hey yourself,” commander Blackout replies. “Enjoying some time off?”

Spark nods. “You know I am.”

He doesn’t even wait for Blackout to say anything as he makes space for him on the mattress, allowing him to climb beside him. It’s a tight fit, but they make it work; besides, being this close together it’s just what they need after a hard day at work: it’s easier to put their minds at ease like this. Everything’s good. They’re all here. They’re all fine.

“Are you going to do anything tonight?”

It’s not usual to hear Blackout asking him that: ever since his first mission, he’s always made sure he went out and had fun, and that was even before they got together, so Spark isn’t surprised to hear him saying those words.

Normally, he’d say that he’s open to suggestions, if Blackout had something particular in mind - usually he does - but this time… this time it’s different.

“Think I’m gonna stay here…” he says, in fact. Now that the adrenaline’s starting to wear off, he feels tired, very tired; all he wants to do is to sleep, to be quite honest.

“If you have somewhere to be, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want to ruin your night…” he says then, raising his gaze to meet Blackout’s. He’d feel bad if he was stuck with him just because he’s tired, after all…

“No. I think I’ll stay here too,” Blackout says and there’s something… well, not exactly off about him, but he does look tired too, something that Spark doesn’t think he’s ever seen since he’s met him.

“Eh,” he says then, shrugging. “We could always spend the rest of the evening like this, don’t you think?”

There’s a moment of silent, perfect stillness, then Blackout turns on his side, getting as close as he can to Spark, who readily welcomes him in his arms.

Despite the fact that he can’t see his face, not when it’s hidden against his chest, he can still feel his smile as he says:

“I don’t see why not.”

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Frustrated Clones Make Do

Ship: Jesse/Wrecker

Rating: E

Jesse misses Wrecker, but there’s no way he can do anything about it since the other’s away. Well, maybe that’s not true. Maybe there is something he can do…

(AO3)

(Fic under the cut)

Continua a leggere

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Cody/Wooley, Kix/Rex, or Thire/Thorn? For the warmup requests

I'm doing all three of them :D

Cody/Wooley

For a shiny, Wooley sure is fierce. Not that shiny usually aren’t, but there’s something else about Wooley, something that draws Cody’s attention: the kid is clever, more than people give him credit for, and he’s brave and self-sufficient. Most shinies, especially at first, tend to flock together, or they seek the company of older, more experience soldiers, but not Wooley. It isn’t until Cody finds him alone, shaking and doing his best to keep away the tears, that he realizes that most of this is only a façade: Wooley doesn’t want to be a weight, doesn’t want to depend on anyone, but that leaves him alone and without support. Maybe it’s because he reminds Cody of his younger self, of the way he tried not to crack under pressure while also doing everything on his own, that he doesn’t hesitate to reassure Wooley that needing support doesn’t mean being a weight, and that especially he can come to him whenever he has one of these episodes; after all, it wouldn’t be the first time he has to comfort a vod. The way Wooley lights up immediately at Cody’s words warms his heart, and it’s then that he makes a decision: he’ll do anything to keep that smile intact.

Rex/Kix

It’s quite funny that, for once, it’s Kix the one in need of caring. Rex says funny only because he’s got something as mild as a common cold, and not something life threatening - that would’ve been the opposite of funny. He has to say, though, he’s quite disappointed to see that Kix is following Coric’s orders to a t; he was really hoping that he’d get to pull the “doctor’s orders” card on him at least once, but he supposes that, out of anyone, Kix knows how he should be acting when ill. At least this means that he’ll recover faster, which is good considering that Rex hasn’t been able to kiss Kix the way he wants to for a while. Germs and runny noses aren’t really a problem for him, but Kix insists, lest he gets sick too. What an absolute injustice!

Thire/Thorn

It’s weird to see strait-laced Thire drunk - well, not exactly drunk, but pleasantly buzzed, as he’d say - but Thorn can’t say he’s averse to the sight. The man needs to liven up his life a bit. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Thire’s resting his head on Thorn’s lap, nor the fact that he’s letting him pet it, not at all. Not that Thire isn’t an affectionate person, mind you, it’s just that Thorn is a very physical person, but sometimes, despite his best efforts, he can be overwhelming. That thought almost makes him stop, but the content look on Thire’s face is enough to make him continue. After all, a few cuddles never hurt anyone, didn’t they?

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