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dozing-marshmallow · 7 months

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Can you do more ChrisxNibbling stuff cause I saw you do it and I liked it,and can you do it with some campers? Ty!

Thank you! Hope you enjoy !! 💗

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER AND CAMPERS (CONTINUED HEADCANONS)

This was removed from the final cut; after Egypt’s challenge came to an end, you had a lot of time to spend before you took flight and began the first elimination ceremony of the season.

To relieve frustration, Bridgette took the waves of the Mediterranean Sea, changing into her diving suit and putting her surfboard to good use.

She performed tricks you’ve never seen anyone do before- like one where she projected her board vertically at the wave’s lip and descended gracefully without losing her momentum.

“Cool...” you clapped your hands for the blonde surfer.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” she waved through her wet hair, gliding back to the shallow end,“You were watching?”

“Uh huh, uh huh! You’re so good!” you cheer, impressed at Bridgette’s ability to flow so powerfully on the walls of water,“Can you do that again?”

She happily grants your request,“Alright! Pay close attention!” there she went, this time, sliding frantically above the current, having buckets of spray flash after her, never catching her. She comes back to the shore again, in time for another show of your amazement.

“Woahhh...” a new aspiration was born,“I wanna do that!”

“Aw, really?” she smiled in flattery,“So happy I could inspire you! You’ll be great at it, it’s really fun! Want to see how it feels for yourself?” she offered welcomingly, nodding to her surfboard.

You pause,“I don’t know, Bridgette... I don’t have my swimwear on me and even though I’m boiling... Chris might not be happy if I end up getting wet in these clothes.”

Bridgette respects your duteous response, not minding the turn down,“Well, it’s really responsible of you to listen to your uncle since he’s the one that’s taking care of you. At least he cares about someone on this show!”

“He cares about you guys too!” you chirp otherwise,“Believe me, he just likes to play pretend!” Gosh, you could use some water, but not of the variety you were approaching, even the grains of soaked sand blazed the back of your shoes,“Can I hold onto your leg?”

“What?” Bridgette’s puzzlement very vivid in the watery heat,“But didn’t you say...”

Merrily, you delineated,“I know! But how can he know I went in if I don’t get wet? As long as I don’t get drenched, we’ll be off the hook! Besides, I’ve seen you do it without getting a single drop of water! You can do it again, right?”

You’re only young once. You had to go against the rules every now and then for a lifetime moment of fun. Bridgette grins at the opportunity she now had to introduce an interested kid to the world of surfing,“You can count on it. Just hold on, and try stay still.”

“Aye aye captain!” You carefully go sit at the rear end of the slippery surfboard. Bridgette walks next to it and slowly drags it back into the different medium of salty layers. Demands to maintain balance grew as you hovered above the upcoming waves, feeble hands clutching onto the sides of the surfboard, the whiteness of the sun livened the teal surrounding you.

On the right signal, Bridgette throws herself onto the surfboard and that’s where the fun really started.

Like going on a waterslide! An illegal waterslide. But a thrilling waterslide!

“Coooousin!” Sierra sang, rushing to sit next to you,“How are youu? Are you excited to spend this season together!?”

Why did she keep calling you that?,“Sure?” you look behind her, seeing Cody at the back, peering out from the first class doorway, clasping his hands together.

You sighed.

“Great! Because I have sooo many questions on my bucket list to ask you! It’s called primary data, research you collect yourself!” she bounces, her long magenta hair slapping your face,“That okay with you, cousin? I can give you a leg massage during the interview!”

That was a strange compromise,“No no... I’m good. Uh... What’s the questions?”

“Hehehe! Okay, okay! So you know back in kindergarten, did you actually like Mrs Pearlsey or were you pretending to so you wouldn’t be the last one to get snacks?”

...

I beg your pardon?

That wasn’t what you had in mind. Any tranquility you had evaporated into utter discomposure,“How’d you know that smelly witch’s name?”

"Eeeeee okay okay, so you did hate her!” she scrambled to write it down in her sudden appearing notebook.

“You still need to answer me!” you demand, looking around the empty economy class,“How did you know?”

Sierra had absolutely no idea how what she was doing was abnormal, still behaving like no more than a passionate fan,“Because cousin! We're a family! Family knows everything! Just like your pet fish that died. Riddles!” she tittered, poking your shoulder,“Hehehe, I knew his name too. I never knew why that was the case... Did your friendship with Sam Martins end because of Sheila Jens? Or did it end because he moved away?”

Hearing those names, you shifted drastically away in horror,“I don’t wanna talk to you anymore! Get away from me!” Those were private memories... Memories in which, you couldn’t tell if speared because it happened or because they were resurfacing from an oblivious blabber.

Like the intimate details of your life couldn’t just be kept to you?

“Cousin!” Sierra cools down, about time she got the message,“I didn’t mean to freak you out, I’m only saying these things because I care!” you push her away,“Like youuur safari birthday party! It was sooo cute! I have the exact decorations in a box at home! Your parents threw them away after party.”

“Thank you?” okay that, maybe from your mom’s Facebook. Still weird how she would’ve gone through the act of finding it and scrolling through it...

“Question, who is your favourite? Mom or dad?” her eyes minimised to make space for her hungry beam.

A non-specific reasonable question? A dove to your ears,“Uh...” still an uncomfortable one, but at least it wasn’t aimed from the threads of your life.

To answer it though, you’d never gave it much thought. You loved both of them-

“It’s your daddy, isn’t it? Admit it!” well, no point answering that if she had an answer already,“Aw! It’s so sweet that you still love him after he got in trouble for committing fraud.”

Fraud? Your dad?

No...

She’s lying.

You couldn’t believe it. You were outraged,“What are you talking about? My dad never did fraud! He’s an honest man! You’re a liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!” You yelled at her, as disgusted as your lungs could scratch. She could harass you all she wanted, but to involve your parents in such a lie? Killed any respect you had for her!

However...everything she’d been saying...

“Wait, you don’t know? Oooo, family learning time!” she gasps, as though it was fact, unknown to your spiking loathe for her- rather, it was all a moment for you to learn something harvested from the findings of a raving maniac,"Three years after you were born, your mommy and daddy wanted another baby. But after your daddy was fired for money deception, your mom was realllly mad, so they like decided they couldn't afford to take care of any more kids when they already had a strain on their marriage to mend. So yeah, that’s why it was just you! Auntie and uncle sure were busy, even now as we speak! It would totally be awesome if there was another member in the family though. Chris even said if it was a girl, he wanted it to be named Christy!” her smile as wide as ever, insensitive contrast to your frozen hanging face.

Your dad...fraud...fired...?

“Chris... My dad didn’t actually do fraud, did he?”

He was going to have to have a little talk with Sierra.

Your uncle in the matter was consumed by the abyssal realisation of the consequences he took lightly at the beginning when he accepted an archetype like Sierra on the show.

How could he have underestimated that badly?

Chris had that trait for as long as you knew him- play now, stress later.

Which is why, you didn’t want to go out of your way to bother him anymore for the rest of the night. Even if it meant losing your bedtime story streak.

It was a bummer, but Chris’ well-being mattered more to you than your needs that could be met at any leeway, and you’d hate to coerce him into doing something when he wasn’t in the mood for it.

Not to mention, you yourself wasn’t in a good mood after hearing something that wasn’t in either Sierra’s nor your business to know.

Sierra... It was gonna be difficult enduring her.

It didn’t change how you were sitting in a more shrouded area of first class, a red curtain, leaning on a wall.

“Fine evening, is it not?”

You glance to the source of question.

Look who it is. Charmer boy.

“Yeah...” you didn’t have enough energy to interrogate his convenient timing after wasting most of the day reflecting on the backstory you never knew you had.

He clearly saw that too,“Why so down, little one?”

Ah,“I... Chris is meant to read me a bedtime story... But...”

“But?” Alejandro repeated, very patiently.

“...” you shouldn’t be sharing anything remotely personal with him,“Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“No no, please. Is he...not available for you?”

Your mind rolled back to where Chris was, destress-ing away in the steam of his hot tub,“You can say that...”

Alejandro places his attention on your storybook “Scaredy Squirrel”, the front cover featuring a cartoon squirrel with a Cheshire Cat smile and takes the situation to offer,“Would you prefer if I were to read it to you? Just for tonight?”

Although you had grown used to Alejandro’s dark brown hair and red button up, it seemed you had forgotten through your thorough look up at him.

You didn’t know how Alejandro read story books, but better than nobody,“Okay!” perhaps it’ll help clear your head. Besides, his team did win the very section you were in so you were bound for comfort regardless.

You both are able to fit in one of the golden chairs, thanks to your smaller physique. Holding Mrs Maple, Alejandro takes the book into his hands, turning it around, feeling for the first time and reads the title aloud,“Scaredy Squirrel” he opens it to the first page,“Scaredy Squirrel never leaves his nut tree. He’d rather stay in his safe and familiar tree than risk venturing out into the unknown.”

Woah... You had grown used to Alejandro’s smooth voice, but to hear it in this setting felt like warm milk becoming sound,“The unknown can be a scary place for a squirrel. A few things Scaredy Squirrel is afraid of: green Martians, killer bees, tarantulas, poison ivy, germs, sharks.” His voice was so soft. No crack, no rasp, it was scripted for storytelling. It was scripted for anything.

“Are you scared of any of those things, Alejandro?” you asked him, positioning Mrs Maple in an angle where she could also see the pictures.

“Why should I be? All these things are a mere life form, they exist peacefully. It would be wrong to hold hate against Mother Nature’s creations when they haven’t done anything threatening to us.” There he goes, scarring ambiguity onto his pretty words.

“Even the killer bees?” you giggle. It was right in the name and he called that peaceful?

A smile does grow on his face, catching what you’re indicating,“That’s a different case. They tend to be a lot more territorial than the average bee, but at the end of the day, they help pollinate our plants and help make our food yummy.”

His terminology demoted for you, making his tone elixir sleepy eyelids quicker. You were worried you wouldn’t reach the end of the book.

“But let’s say, just for example, that something unexpected did happen... You can rest assured that this squirrel is prepared.”

You got up to Scaredy Squirrel’s improved schedule, before you nodded off to sleep. Alejandro noticed your first few seconds of slower breathing and verbal absence, and despite that, he kept reading on until he finished.

He removed one of the clean first class blankets out of the plastic packaging and placed it on himself and you, moving as delicately as he could so you could keep using his side as a pillow.

He really would have loved to be the eldest child,“Dormir bien, little one.”

What happened in the past is in the past, and your dad was a changed man- he had to be, or else your mother would’ve left him time ago. See! There was no need for you to worry your little mind to death- Alejandro helped repair your perception without even needing to know what had stained it.

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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT | COMMANDER CODY

This fic is for the @cloneficgiftexchange , my story is too @chicknstripz based of the prompt "Do you think they saw us sneak off?"

Synopsis: Galas have never interested you. Dressing up, smothering makeup on, and entertaining people who attended for appearances alone is pitiful as well as painful, but an unexpected guest turns the dreadful night around.

Warnings: female reader, fluff, kissing, no spice, happy fucking ending bc he deserves one. W/C: 1225

Notes: i know you said fluff, but i had to add a pinch of sadness. i actually can't help myself! I hope you like it!

star wars masterlist

You'd rather be anywhere but here. No matter how the senators framed this gala, it was nothing but an excuse to garner support for the Republic and funds despite the invite plastering "charity" over the heading. Being an advisor to the Republic, you often attend such events in a dress worth more than most Corosants residents' paychecks. It's a requirement for someone working so in-depth with Jedi and clones alike, no matter how entitled you feel and far from the comfort of your uniform when you step into the building.

Soft classical music floats out the grand doors, and the troopers you pass by nod respectfully after noticing you from your many appearances through different battalions. You could easily be picked out among the rest, whether it was how uncomfortable you looked or the dress that didn't fit quite right, you didn't know. You offer them a smile before turning back to polite chatter barely above the melody. Maybe you would have enjoyed this more and soaked in these rare pleasantries if tomorrow's work hadn't hung over your head so dauntingly. Working with the 501st never bothered you. In fact, you got along well with Rex and his men, but pursuing any diplomacy with Anakin present is nothing short of exasperating, so much so that you find it hard to believe he holds the rank of a Jedi.

"Well, don't you look lonely?" the man behind you asks. An unmistakable husk to the teasing lilt in his voice prompts your head to jerk in surprise. You turn, caught in Cody's gaze, while the confidence slowly drains from his eyes the longer you hold it, finally noticing the front of your dress dripping down your curves. There's something inexplicable in his stare, the way it slowly slides down your body, an emotion you could only compare to ravenous enlarging his pupils.

"You look…" he trails off, his Adam's apple bobbing as his irises find their way back to yours in an attempt to formulate the words congealed in his throat. "Really nice."

He bites back a wince. That's not what he wanted to say.

Your chuckle does little to settle him, his mind rushing with possibilities of how you interpreted his complement as your hands run down his suit lapel, and he tries to straighten himself, maybe to seem presentable in front of you. Even after all the battles you've witnessed together, Cody still makes an effort to look like what he feels is a "real man." As if there was such a thing.

"And you cleaned up nicely." He did. He really did. Cody looked almost...regal in the tailored black suit, rippling with lean muscle accentuated by the hugging fabric. Heat rises to your cheeks the longer you stare, and you clear your throat, forcing yourself to concentrate on what you're saying. "Well, I didn't expect you to show up tonight, not that it's unwelcome."

You offer him a smile, understanding his flushed expression as thinly veiled embarrassment, removing your hands from his chest. A look of longing flashes across his honeyed irises before he clears his throat, his hand rubbing sheepishly at his nape.

"Yeah, well, I usually see you before you're sent elsewhere. Besides, certain clone commanders were invited to showcase ourselves to members of the Senate…something about seeing us in person." He huffs, clearly disgruntled. "Not that it matters. It won't change their opinions of us."

You nodded. You've been around your fair share of senators throughout your career. But, being one of many ambassadors in the military and traveling across star systems to quell conflict in the people, senators often discarded them. Tossing their opinions forged from many years of training aside from the preconception that comes with the name. Seeing the hatred clones face is one thing, but witnessing how deeply it affects them is another.

Cody avoids your regard, searching for anything else to latch onto besides the raw emotions crackling in the air.

"Hey." A finger taps against his prominent jawbone, drawing him away from his thoughts. "Not right now. Let's just make the most of this time."

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers and giving the rough skin a squeeze, calluses digging into yours. Loud laughter slices through the air, and your attention shifts to the group of aristocrats loudly talking among themselves, glasses of alcohol swinging loosely in their hands. You wince, the environment you created fleeting from your grasp just as Cody leans in, his mouth a hairsbreadth away from your ear, and a raspy breath accompanied by a hum is enough to have you hanging off every single word. "Let's get out of here, yeah? Make the most of our time?"

You can only nod, the words caught in your throat as the familiar warmth ignites in your stomach, spreading throughout your limbs until you're giddy with the implications of what comes next.

Knowing the layout better than you, he leads you by hand down the hall, passing guards in a hazy blur, your head reeling at the point of contact. The mysteriousness, the longing, the desire to be closer than you could have ever imagined has your breaths coming in shallow pants, desperate for some reprieve from the shared ache between you two.

Finally, the door slides open, the night air kissing your cheeks with a chilliness you feel under your skin. The soft shut of the door behind you and his face in front of yours allows an unprompted giggle to slide past your lips, stealing a glimpse of the door before peeking back at him.

"Do you think they saw us sneak off?" His lips twitch into a ghost of a grin, stepping towards you. You feel like teenagers, too wrapped in the moment to consider the consequences and everything that could crush what you've constructed into thousands of pieces, absorbed in the thrill of secrecy to consider your lives outside this instance. Not Republic members fighting for a better tomorrow, just lovers.

"You worry too much for your own good." Cody slides a hand up your cheek, and you can feel the pulse in his fingertips, the quickness of his breath. He seems nervous, debating the action before pressing his lips to yours in a tender cling. It's cliché the way it steals your breath away as you melt into him, and the hands that shift from your cheeks to shoulders and then slide painstakingly down your back are filled with tender warmth. You feel aware of everything at once, the pressure of his mouth, the taste of your kiss, the ardor of his hand cascading down the knobs of your spine, and the texture of his slightly cracked lips.

He holds your mouth captive so he can feel every place where they touch and every place when they pull away. You can't help but savor the air you share in seconds afterwards as you slip your nose across his, the instant too intimate to be painted by words. Even your breaths sync together while you stand there.

Cody's fingers drift to your hips, pulling you flush to his chest in a swift movement. Gentle hands draw circles along your covered skin, pressing a kiss next to your ear. His voice is husker than usual, mysterious, and inviting.

"But I wouldn't have it any other way."

#commander cody x you #commander cody x reader #commander cody fanfiction #commander cody x female reader #commander cody #cody x reader #cody tcw #tcw commander cody #tcw cody #star wars tcw #tcw #x female reader #clone wars #starwars the clone wars #tcw fanfic #CFGE23

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Happy 1-year blog anniversary and congrats on 700 followers!!

May I request 7. “I can’t imagine a galaxy in which I don’t adore you.” with Dogma please?

Hey!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Sorry it's taken so long! I LOVE Dogma. I know he gets a lot of hate but I stand by the HC that he was reconned before Umbara and so my heart just hurts for him. Thank you for requesting him!! <3 And thank you for following me!!!

Warnings: MINORS DNI; Blood mentioned, Fluffffff

WC: 1.1k

“Uh, excuse us, doc?” You hear a clone trooper in the doorway of the medbay and you look up to see Dogma supporting Tup.

You look down Tup’s leg, dripping blood, and you quickly go to help Dogma bring him over to a bed.

“Thank you.” Dogma nods, standing a bit further away.

“What did Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase drag you two into now?” You smirk up at Dogma and he smiles then looks at Tup to explain.

Walking over to the sink to wash your hands and then put a pair of gloves on, you sneak little glances at Dogma, who you’ve been harboring feelings for for the last six months. He’s watching you as you walk back over to them and you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious. Dogma was a rule follower. He’s good at what he does. He’d never go for you.

“Something that’s not gonna happen again.” Tup groans when you sit down on your stool to cut the pant leg of his bodysuit. “Rex is gonna kill us.”

“Just be lucky I saw you fall and not Rex.” Dogma leans against the wall by the head of the bed.

“Good Maker… what did you do?” You ask him with wide eyes, unable to hide the amused smile.

The 501st boys were always getting into some sort of mischief. You patch at least two up a week. In fact, Hardcase was in here yesterday.

“Well, I-” Tup starts but is cut off by the medbay doors opening.

Immediately, Tup and Dogma look more alert and slightly afraid. You turn to see Commander Cody and Captain Rex absolutely soaked. Your mouth falls open at the sight of the two superiors looking like they just got thrown into the Kaminoan Sea.

“Uh, Commander. Captain. What can I do for you gentlemen?” You stand and look at them firmly.

“We’re looking for those two.” Captain Rex tells you, pointing at the two clones behind you.

“Sir-” Dogma starts but you cut him off and point your scissors at the two superiors.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m fixing up one of yours so you’re gonna have to wait. He’s injured and his health comes first.” You shrug, smiling politely.

Captain Rex sighs, rolling his eyes while rubbing his hands down his face. Commander Cody looks like he’s gonna blow a fuse but you point to the door.

“I’ll send them your way when they’re done here.” You continue giving them a polite, but firm smile.

“Fine.” The commander grunts and then turns on his heel and exits the medbay.

Rex gives them a warning stare and when he leaves, Tup starts chuckling. Dogma looks like he’s just seen a ghost. As you start to clean up the cut and dress it, you look over at Dogma who still looks like he’s debating whether or not to yell at Tup himself.

“Calm down, Dogma. It was just a prank. They’re not gonna do anything except put us on janitorial duty for a couple days.” Tup smiles over at Dogma.

“Well, I think you’re gonna live.” You pat Tup’s hand when you’re finished up and then look up at Dogma, who’s looking at yours and Tup’s hands.

You pull your hand away and go to pull your gloves off and wash your hands.

“Thanks, Doc.” Tup smiles and then starts to head out. “Dogma, you coming?”

“Yeah. Be right there.” Dogma nods.

You’re hyper aware of the fact that you and Dogma are the only ones in the medbay now and you can’t help the giddiness that’s fluttering about in your stomach.

“Everything alright?” You ask him as you lean against the side of one of the beds.

He nods and starts walking closer until he stops at the end of the bed.

“I have been debating with myself for weeks on whether or not it was a good idea to tell you this…” He murmurs, walking even closer until he’s right next to you, leaning against the bed as well, his shoulder resting against your own.

Your heart flutters along with your stomach. What could he possibly have to tell you? Perhaps your glances were making him uncomfortable? If that’s the case, you start to feel terrible.

“I have these… feelings for you.” He looks down at his feet as he crosses his arms.

Your eyes shoot to his face. “What?”

“I know it’s inappropriate and completely against the rules… but I can’t stop thinking about you.” He admits.

Your heart soars and melts at the same time. But, you can’t help but think that maybe he could do better… He’s a soldier of the Republic. A hero. What would he want with you?

“Me? I’m nothing.” You shrug, looking away. “That’s simply not true.” He turns toward you, pulling your face back toward him.

His kind words and warm touch turn you into putty and you can’t help but go warm all over.

“You could have anyone…” You look up into his amber eyes that you’ve always wanted to get lost in.

“But I want you. I can’t imagine a galaxy in which I don’t adore you.” He promises you, taking your hands. “I come back from each battle for you.”

A lump forms in your throat at his confession. No one has ever said such lovely things to you.

“Really?” You whisper, squeezing his hands from excitement.

“Yes, really.” He grins. “Am I crazy to think you may feel the same way?”

You shake your head. “Definitely not.”

“I was afraid for a while that maybe you and Tup-” He starts but you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck and crushing your lips to his, hopefully clearing up any confusion on who you truly want.

His arms circle around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You note the way his lips taste and feel, as if they were made to go against yours.

A throat clearing in the doorway pulls you away from each other and you turn to see who’s walked in, terrified it’s either the Commander or Captain. It’s just Tup, though.

“Rex and Cody are headed back this way.” Tup smirks.

Dogma nods at his brother and then looks back at you, grinning perfectly before placing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be back later.”

You nod, unable to stop smiling. “You better be.”

Watching as the two men walk out of the medbay, you turn around to go to your desk and find Kix with raised eyebrows and a smirk, realizing he must’ve come through the other entrance.

“Dogma, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“I have work to do.” You immediately start cleaning up your desk, ignoring your coworker’s teasing.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that the 501st knows how to take a serious moment and turn it into something funny. Either way, you’re looking forward to Dogma coming back later. That is if Rex and Cody don’t have him scrubbing toilets with his brothers all night.

TAGS: @twistedstitcher27 @rebel-finn @grievouus @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @brynhildrmimi @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @agenteliix @padawancat97 @hated-by-me @sleepingsun501 @quigonswife8 @idlenesses @redheadgirl @dnxgma @themcuwriter @ashotofspotchka @sunshinesdaydream @crosshairsimp73 @ariadnes-red-thread @rosmariner @heyitsaloy

#kc700 #Dogma x Reader #tcw dogma x reader

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jeysuso · 8 months

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It's amazing how, mentally, it's still Monday night for me. I never left there. I live there now.

yeah i don't think i'm ever getting over it tbh i don't think i'm ever getting over sami telling jey he's happy he's on raw (with him) or that he's proud of jey or that it doesn't matter what anyone in the locker room thinks because in that moment it was just about the two of them and their situation or telling jey that he broke free he finally did it he's done the impossible and i don't think i'm ever getting over jey's lazy smile and slow blink or the way he wants to spend his moment with sami meanwhile sami selflessly wants jey to bask in his moment alone and soak it all in because he knows after everything jey's been through he completely and utterly deserves to soak in every ounce of love the crowd can give him and i don't think i'm ever getting over sami barreling into that fucking hug like he's been waiting forever to do that again and i don't think i'm ever getting over the way jey throws the microphone immediately so he can hug sami back and i don't think i'm ever getting over sami pulling back and grabbing jey's head and i don't think i'm ever getting over jey letting him do that when physical touches of affection to jey must feel so alien because he isn't used to receiving it that often especially in more recent months when the people who he's supposed to feel safe around are the same people who turned around and hurt him the most and i don't think i'm ever getting over them thanks cody rhodes you fucking life-ruiner

#anon ask #ask #wrestling tag #samijey

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sunshinesdaydream · 7 months

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for the OC ship ask I’ve got 2 🥰 I’d love to hear about these ships please 👀

Isa x Cody (so much good energy here!)

Thrill x Padme (I like shaking the table a lot)

stoked for these HCs 💙💙

Isa and Cody? I hope Cody is ready for some intense care.

-Isa wants to make sure that Cody is well taken care of. In the version of the galaxy she lives in the war is over and they are battling slave holders and working on recovery from the war. She makes a home as comfortable for him as possible, with enough space for as many of his brothers to visit as she can.

-While Cody deeply believes in his work alongside Kenobi and his brothers to rehabilitate the galaxy and help end slavery in the outer rim, he also craves a more mundane life. He refuses to wear his kit home, changing into civis before heading home. His favorite thing to do is grocery shopping with Isa.

-While he craves a mundane life he wants his people around him. Isa invites Kenobi to tea, the commanders to dinner, and has baby brother Rex on speed dial. Walls are covered in holos of his people.

-Cody frequently asks Isa how her work is going. How many couples are happy now? He soaks in the happy stories of his extended vode after the trauma that was war and their childhood. He also asks how matches for his men are going.

-They adopt a toddler together and Isa adores the doting dad Cody quickly melts into.

Thrill and Padme? Interesting

-They meet when Thrill is stationed as her guard in the senate building on a day that her personal guards are short handed. As is her nature she introduces herself to the trooper. He is quickly impressed by the way she treats him like any of her natborn guards and them as if their job was equal or more important than hers. Further impressed by the way she speaks of the troopers to other politicians.

-She is impressed the night he drops seemingly from the sky onto her balcony wearing his rave-punk clothes and a stern frown. Thrill was not impressed with the hole in her security. Her first meeting with him was a warm but formal greeting with an easy smile and his helmet tucked under his arm. Now he was in bright colored casual clothing, cheeks red from running along rooftops, but his expression stern and his tone firm.

-Thrill has taken her to a great many rooftops, and in disguise out dancing. Padme loves the normalcy of it all that she missed even as a teen.

-When the time comes for him to have to go to dinners and dances with her he arrives in his pristine dress uniform (thanks to Sharp) and his perfect manners thanks to being in the corrie guard. But his easy warmth relaxing and charming those who give him a chance. And his grace in dance more than equal to hers.

-When they are not in public they act like five year olds. Over the top icecream sundaes for breakfast and all.

#ask game #oc ask game #oc ship game #clone oc: Thrill #Padme x OC #Padme x Clone OC #oc: Isa Mio #commander cody #commander cody x oc #star wars #the clone wars

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clonemedickix · 9 months

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Rating: E

Word count: 834

Pairing: Captain Rex x OC General Lara Lin

Warnings: clone SMUT - Under 18 DNI, foreplay and banter, P in V sex, breeding kink, alcohol consumption on the beach

Excerpt Summary - A little sun bathing, some appropriate liquids for that activity, Rex wants to appreciate what’s under Lara’s bikini more closely

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Rex returned a few days later from his trip with Primer and Cody, bearing more refugees. The population of Nidhogg was increasing at a fairly steady pace, thanks to all the clones being rescued. Some didn’t stay permanently, but others decided to take the opportunity to settle down on the beautiful planet. It was a haven, a complete change from everything they’d ever known, and while they knew the Dragons continued to train and mount missions agains the Empire, life was so much better there it was hard to choose to leave it behind.

After heading for his hut and stowing his gear, Rex went in search of Lara, finally finding her laid out on a towel on the beach with a big container of red sangria sitting in the sand at her head and small cup of it half drunk next to her. She was laying on her stomach, soaking up the rays in a two piece suit. Rex noticed there were other females on the beach - the wives and girlfriends of clones doing the same as Lara. Smiling to himself about the peace and contentment of the scene before him, Rex sat on the sand near Lara’s head, bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them, then placidly watched the waves roll in.

“So this is what you meant, by needing a towel and some sangria to be happy at the beach?” Lara could hear the smile in his voice.

Turning her head she smiled up at him, and reached a hand up to take his. “It’s for sure not a bad way to spend an afternoon. We’ve built furniture and worked at one of the new huts all day. I think I was due a little relaxation.” Lara paused and gave Rex a slightly harried look. “Besides, tempers were starting to flare a bit over ‘creative differences’ regarding how to best to design and construct some of the items in question. I needed a break from all the amateur engineers and their input.”

Rex laughed and then nodded to her pitcher of beverage. “Bad enough that you made a trip home for your choice of booze, I see.”

“Uh… yes, and some Scotch. It was necessary.” She sat up and took a swig of the beverage in question and then offered the cup to Rex, if he wanted a sip. “I’m pretty sure they did a better job without me here to offer opinions, seeing as how they managed to throw so many buildings up by their wee selves. Maybe they’re showing me I’m irrelevant.”

Rex took another sip of the sangria and then drained the cup. The stuff really was good, he had to admit. “Mm. This is good. I’ll give you that - you were right about it, that day on Floston.” There was a small moment of silence between them as they thought back on that beautiful planet, destroyed now in the aftermath of the coming of Morgoth. There had been happy days spent there. “Lara, you know you’ll never be irrelevant to any of those men. Carpentry isn’t leading men in battle, or in life. Maybe you need to spend more time being their leader, rather than their job boss.”

Lara turned and sat on the towel, bringing her knees up like Rex and wrapping her arms around them. “You know, it’s rather annoying when y’all start to make sense and I’m not in the mood to agree.” She heard Rex snort in amusement next to her.

“I guess you can take comfort that it’s not very often.” He reached over to the large thermos and held it up to pour more sangria into the cup, then sealed it again. “Remember when we were all alone on Floston? Nobody there but us and Baiulus, and he didn’t care what we did?”

Lara laughed at that. “You know, y’all always forget that dragon is sentient and smarter than most humans. He might not ‘care’, but he damn well knows what we were doing.” She gave Rex a little mischievous grin and some side eye, and saw he had a strange, thoughtful look on his face at that information.

“Well. That being said, would you care to come be alone with me in our hut? In our bed? Perhaps… with no clothes on? You’re not exactly wearing much at the moment anyway.” Rex did his best to deliver that offer with a rather innocent face, like he was truly proposing to help her with something.

“You could help me look for sand fleas?” Lara asked with an arched eyebrow.

“What in dank ferreck is a sand flea? It’s not related to those stupid tick things on Earth is it? Those are so creepy!” He’d been horrified to find the little crawling bugs on his skin one day after walking through the woods of Lara’s farm. She’d given him a thorough inspection once home to make sure she got them off of him, but he’d never recovered from the horror.

Lara started giggling and sang out “‘I’d like to walk you through a field of wildflowers, and I’d like to check you…for ticks.’ Come on Brad, let’s go make sure we are both tick free. And sand flea free.” Lara gave him a huge smile and a wink and stood, reaching to get her towel and sarong. While she was bent over Rex reached up and smacked her on the butt once, lightly, and heard her give a snort of laughter. She straightened back up and tied the sarong around her, while Rex reached down for the thermos of sangria and the cup.

“Don’t forget this! Hope you have more of it hidden away somewhere.” Rex seemed to be a convert to the fruity, citrusy drink.

“I can always get more, my love.” They walked back to their hut together happily, content with each other’s company. Soon as they walked inside and barred the door behind them, Lara dropped her stuff to the floor and turned, throwing her arms around Rex’s neck. She looked him in the eyes and then leaned in and kissed his lips gently, feeling him return her kiss. She felt the tip of his tongue brush her top lip and knew he wanted more, their mouths opening slightly and the kiss deepening suddenly. Rex’s hands held her at the waist; she felt his thumbs caress her sides and then he moved one hand up to the center of her back, pulling her closer, untying her bikini top at the same time. Lara’s hands moved to his chest, sliding along his sides to his back, then down to grasp his backside firmly. She heard Rex give a little grunt of need, and he started to walk her back towards their bed, pulling her loose top off and dropping it to the floor.

Lara let him guide her backwards carefully, breaking off their kiss to look him in the eye. She suddenly felt this day was different than others. There seemed to be a rising power within her, an answer to his need that was like that first night spent on Floston. She hadn’t felt her power return to her like this since that horrible day she had battled Morgoth, what felt like so long ago now. Really, Lara had had little to no interest in the Force since then, rather blissfully ignoring it and trying to be a normal person for a while, only using it occasionally. Now, she felt it flooding back to her, filling her like a cup, and she gasped, almost like she was drowning.

Rex looked back at her steadily, a slight note of confusion and concern in his eyes. He could see her skin starting to glow, the luminescence of her power shining from her very pores, and her eyes were lighting up like they always did when she was feeling high emotion. She hadn’t shone like this in many months, not since that last day on Floston. It was almost like holding onto a star. He could see she wasn’t doing it on purpose, and that the rush of the power returning to her was sudden and slightly overwhelming. “Lara, are you okay?” He finally asked her, worried at how she appeared to be struggling a bit before him.

“I’m…” Lara had to take a breath to steady herself. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Oh my god I need you so bad, Rex. I need you to take me, fill me up.” She was breathing hard now, almost gasping, and her voice was a bit husky. “Like, now. Now now.” She tugged at his hand a little, pulling him towards her and the bed. Lara started to help him get his clothes off quickly, throwing the discarded items in the floor with abandon, ripping her bikini bottom off at the same time. She reached back to pull the blankets down on the bed, and sat quickly, scooting back to the center and making room for Rex.

Rex followed her down onto the bed quickly, crawling towards her and straightening out to lie next to her, getting his arms around her. He pulled Lara’s body to him and immediately kissed her, passionately, his left hand reaching down to pull her leg over him. He could smell the salt of the beach on her skin, the spicy floral scent of her curly hair drifted to him as she shifted. Lara could feel he was ready, his cock stiff and warm between them. She reached her hand down to grasp his erection, running her hand over the length of him and caressing his balls softly. Rex gasped at her touch, pressing himself into her hand and kissing her even more deeply. He rolled to his back and pulled her fully on top of him, looking her in the eyes and pushing her back to mount him properly. Lara seated herself over his cock, feeling him enter her, stretching her deliciously. They both sighed softly, relishing the feel of their joining. Lara started to move her hips slowly, taking him deeper and pressing herself against him, her hands on his chest for balance. She leaned forward and kissed him again, raking her teeth over his bottom lip lightly, pulling on it. She felt him give her his tongue and she ran her own over his, all the while the movement of her hips became more and more assertive. Lara’s hands moved over his body, his shoulders, his waist, back up his chest to his face, cupping his jaw with her right hand, while she braced herself with her left. The lightest rasp of his stubble on his jaw was a contrast to the smooth skin over his muscles, save where she felt the irregular texture of battle scars here and there. She was no stranger to the scars, her own collection having only grown in the time she’d known Rex.

Suddenly Rex rolled her onto her back without pulling away from her, holding her leg against his hip. He could see her light was getting brighter, an atmospheric air glow surrounding her like a halo. He’d only seen her do that once before, and he stopped his motion for a moment, waiting on her to focus on him. When she opened her eyes to look at him, it was like gazing into the heart of a star. “Lara, are you sure? I can stop. We don’t have to do this now.” He was momentarily panicked, at the thought of was about to happen, the conclusion that would follow their making love right now.

Lara could see his fear, and she felt it in her heart as well. They’d lost so much before. Could they stand to try again, with the memory of their little boy on their minds? A part of her realized they were being offered this second chance by Fate. The Force was telling her it was time. It had been nearly two years since Floston, and the exchange of her son’s life for her own, and Lara had always known they would not be able to avoid the coming of the Child of Promise. She looked into Rex’s eyes steadily, and reached up for him, pulling him to her for a soft, loving kiss. When they parted, she nodded to him and said, “It’s time Rex. It is the will of the Balance, that this happen. Join with me, put a child in me. This time I will not fail you, nor the Child.”

Rex sighed a little brokenly at that, and gave her a stern look. “Lara - you have NEVER failed me. In any way. Please never say that again.” He took a breath, feeling a deep need to fuck her until she cried out; he could already feel the response of her body in answer to him, how she would arch her back, how her body would clench around his. He placed his forehead against hers for a moment to steady himself and took a breath. “I want to see you heavy with my child, more than anything. I want to see you bring it into this world, hold it, feed it, hear you sing to it. I want to put a child in you, Lara. But are you ready for that?” Her answer to him was to wrap her legs around his waist and pull his face to hers for a kiss, pushing her hips against him and taking him deeply inside. Okay then, Rex thought, immediately thrusting into her and kissing her back passionately. He rode her hard, wanting to feel himself as deep as he could get, wanting to plant his seed as close to her center as he could. Lara’s light grew brighter as she neared her climax, and her breathing got slightly ragged, before she suddenly arched her back beneath him, closing her eyes and gasping in ecstasy. Rex felt her body contract around him and it spilled him over into his own orgasm, powerfully finishing within her as he too cried out. They rode that wave together, finally reaching for each other to kiss again, knowing their work that day would yield results. Rex held her for a long time, kissing her, nuzzling her and holding Lara’s body to him, running his fingers through her thick curls; he’d always loved them, how they had bounce and would spring back into shape when he straightened them. Rex spent time simply looking into her captivating eyes, the color reminding him of the oceans on Kamino, when that place had been the clones’ home. The two of them wouldn’t surface from their hut for the rest of the day, making love through the night, slaves to their powerful attraction and devotion to each other.

#worksbyclonemedickix #captain rex #captain rex x original female character #original female character #star wars fanfiction #starwars fanfic #sw tcw fanfic #sw tcw fanfiction #clone thirsting #clone smut #myloveforthesemenisnotnormal #rexismyhusband

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multi-lewder · 11 months

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Gwen is in the woods as she doing well in her challenge and is about to win it for her team. However Cody decides to distract her by standing in her way and dropping his pants. When she sees his massive cock and he tells her to forget the challenge and suck on his cock she does exactly that. Her teammates won't be happy that she lost them the challenge.

“OMG! How did nobody ever tell me your cock was so huge?!” Gwen yells out as she stares at Cody’s cock she’s such a bimbo that she immediately forgot about the challenge, that thicc goth slut starting with eyes wide open. “What do you think you are doing slut? Time to start sucking.” Cody commands her in a grumbling voice which makes her instantly soaked so she gets on her knees to start worshiping his huge dick like an obedient bimbo.

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nocohyper · 1 year

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I kinda just wrote a whole noco songfic and have no where to post it so I guess here it is JAJA

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Meteor Shower

I've got miles of regrets and confusing friends

-As I stepped out of the jewelry shop with a tiny box now in my hands decorated by a tiny blue ribbon I realized I had finally done it, I have been saving money so I could buy this for him, I mean...Justin told me it was stupid and that i should not spend that much money on a crush but... -

But perhaps it's just my stupid head in the end

Its something... Different y'know? With him I don't have to be the ladies man like I have to be with the girls, I don't have to be Anderson like with my parents, I don't havr to be codemeister like with the drama brothers, I can just be Cody with him, I guess thats kinda exxagerated but its really how i feel-

Thinking should I wait here or make my way home?

-I was walking down the street when a drop of rain fell directly into my face taking me by surprise, oh great, just GREAT, I quickly placed the small box in my backpack hoping it wouldn't get wet and started walking faster hoping that I would look at least acceptable when I reached to his house, but the world just hates happy couples doesn't it?? It was raining cats and dogs out of the sky, I started sprinting trying to get the less wet that I could, I had finally arrived to his home completely soaked in water, nothing for trying to pick a cute outfit, I got under the tiny ceiling right outside of his door thinking if this was a good idea-

You said, "Go" (you said, "Go")

-I took out my phone going to whattsapp re reading Trent and Harold's texts encouraging me to just confess my feelings-

Making up problems that don't exist

-But what if they were wrong? I mean I know he is gay but what if he doesn't like me back? Maybe he even already has a boyfriend... -

Why do I let myself dream like this?

-I quickly shook my head making water drops go everywhere from my hair, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door-

We're floating away, my body's in space

-They may have been a couple minutes but the time I waited for the door to be opened felt like an eternity, I don't think I have ever been this nervous, I held the tiny box behind my back rrying my hardest to not drop it since my hands were trembling lile they were jelly-

We are going home

-Then the door finally opened, Noah came out of the house with a tired face still looking at his phones thinking I may have been a delivery guy or something like that-

Missing pieces of my skull

-I took one final deep breath, it felt like being underwater and I needed to grab tons of air so my lungs would last, I had to do it-

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

-"Hey noah!" I said waving my hand at him while tilting my head a bit to the right-

-"Oh hey Cod- wow- You are really rocking the wet cat aesthethic" he said while pointing at me with his free hand that wasn't holding his phone"

There's nothing you or I can do so let the stars fall

-I giggled lightly, I mean thats how he had always been, sarcastic, funny and a pretty lovable guy if you got to meet him, I adored every little part of his personality-

-"You needed something or just came here randomly codemeister?" He said snapping me out of my thoughts-

'Cause from up here the sky's my thoughts and we're all so small

-I scractched the back part of my neck nervously while I gave him an awkward smile-

-" Oh yeah about that hehe.. I- uhm.." I said tripping with my own words while my hand held the gift strongly as if it would just dissapear-

Meteor shower, quick take cover

-"You know how we have been friends since our time in Total drama, how I alsways write you about my interests and you always listen to me and when we get to spend time together alone and well... Hang out.." -

-he quickly nodded with a very confused face with one eyebrow lower than the other-

But the hues in our hair compliment one another

-I quickly showed him the tiny gift still in its decorated small box-

-" I wanted to give you this in y'know, a symbol of our friendship?" I looked away trying to not make eye contact as I felt my face getting heated even I had been dripping cold water all this time-

I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones

-he looked at me impressed and took the tiny box from my hand making myself getting a step back and rubbing one of my arms with my other arm trying to hide how nervous I was, he slowly opened the tiny box revealing the beautiful collar I had been saving up for-

'Cause blue's your favorite color

-"You once told me your favourite color was blue so I thought of getting you some jewerly with a saphire.." -

He looked shocked staring at the gift then at me at least 10 times before his lips slightly curved up making him giving the faintests of smiles-

Missing pieces of my skull

-We both stayed in a comfortable silence for some minutes the rain still pouring from the sky in a way that others might find depressing but for me it just made it more romantic, I remembered what I actually wanted to tell him making me nervous again-

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

-I took a step closer to the brown eyed boy-

-"you wanna know why my favourite color is blue?" he asked me, I quickly nodded in response, it was kinda random but i'd love to know more about him-

There's nothing you or I can do so let the stars fall

-he gave a happy and dreamy sigh and then said.. -

'Cause from up here the sky's my thoughts

and we're all so small

-"because your eyes are blue and I think they are the most beautiful I have ever seem" he said with a faint blush on his cheels but still with a tiny smile, not a teasing smile, a genuine smile, one that came directly from his soul-

We're all so

-thanks to what he haid said my cheeks and probably whole faced started to burn, he thought my eyes were beautiful? He thoight i was beatiful? My brain soon started filling itself with dumb words that didn't even make sense but before i got to formulate a whole and normal sentence a pair of lips quickly interwined with mine-

My heart and the earth share the same rule

-It was a bit surprising but inmediantly returned it placing my hands on his shoulders while sharing the cutest kiss i had ever been able to imagine, he tasted like sugar but it was probably my brain imagining nice flavors thanks to how happy I was-

It starts with love and it ends with you

-We spend some more time still sharing a bit of each others soul but at some point we separated to get a bit of air with both of us with a goofy smile on our faces, he started giggling at how dumb the situation was but it was all that i had ever dreamt, I quickly started laughing lightly with him-

But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight

-the laughing died but we were still as happy, he placed the collar in my hands as I stared at it curiously to what he wnated me to do-

Without me right here by your side

-"hey, mind putting it on my neck? I probably won't reach on my own" I smile and with a slight whisper said yes, he turned his back to me and parted his hair in two hoping it wouldn't get stuck in the necklace -

Take it slow, you'll know

-once he heard a small click and felt my hands get away from his neck he stopped pulling his hair away with his hands and looked at me again still with the prettiest smile i had ever seen-

Which way to go

-he looked happily to the small gift a gave him with sparkles in his dark eyes-

Sew up your skull

-I gave him a hug quickly being returned by him, I felt such warm at the moment even if I was freezing because of the rain-

Take your time

-It didn't matter how much time we spend like that-

And we'll be just fine

-It was such a nice feeling I could spend the rest of my life holding him close to me-

Missing pieces of my skull

-even if the rain was pouring from the sky, even if it was cold, even if i was covered in rain water and made it uncomfortable he was still hugging me-

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

-Because as long as we had each other everything woulf be great-

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MAN it was not a good idea to drink horchats with coffee

#total drama #td #td cody #td noah #td noco #noco total drama #noco #noah x cody #songfic

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milfcutlawquane · 2 years

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Why is Rex so big?

Oh anon, I'm SO happy you asked—

Short answer: he was cursed by sith magic trapped in a mirror and the magic went a little wacky and he ended up a little, well, bigger than intended.

Long answer under the cut lol

The sith who originally cursed the mirror lived under a very simple premise: doing as much annoying stuff as possible. They basically cursed the mirror and whoever looked at it were going to turn into a mer when soaked in water.

Ofc, a lot of time passed between that and the current events. The magic went wack, a little unstable even. When Rex finally looked into the mirror, there was a LOT of pent up magic inside it, which caused the curse to go from "regular sized mer and only when touching water" to "giant sized mer and it's permanent".

At the beginning, Rex was only 50 meters long, but 2 years later, he grew until reaching 100 meters. He's larger than a krayt dragon iirc and he's VERY self conscious about his own size

Actually, the magic was so much it also affected the command chain (in this case, Commanders and Captains only, along the Chief Medics), so that's why Cody is a mer, but they ended up with the original curse so it's mostly okay (they have to go to the planet where the curse was cast otherwise they feel their skins dry out)

Thanks for your ask anon!

#i always love when I'm allowed to babble AKSKAKAKA #giant merman rex vs tiny command chain merfolks #reyaina answers #captain rex #star wars

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themosleyreview · 2 years

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The Mosley Review: Halloween Ends

I think I've said it before and I'm definitely gonna say it again. I believe that out of all the classic slasher franchises, the Halloween franchise is the definition of longevity. It has had so many sequels, reboots, remakes and now a new requel trilogy that ignores all of its canon after the original 1978 film. I have enjoyed alot of them, my top 3 being the original, Halloween: H20 and Rob Zombie's first film, but the franchise has had its pitfalls as well. What I've loved about it is that of course we get some brutal, funny and inventive moments of carnage, but also the amount of genre bending the franchise consistently done over the past 40 years. In this new trilogy we have dealt once again with PTSD, townsfolk being effected and mortality. In this as announced final film in the franchise, it all comes together in a fun and sometimes wacky psychological finale that is reminiscent of the past films in the franchise and with a few sprinkles of Natural Born Killers. There are some truly great moments of viscera and a great deal of dumb decisions made by one of the lead characters that sort of destroyed them.

Jamie Lee Curtis returns one last time as the iconic final girl Laurie Strode and I loved that she had tried to move on with her life as a survivor. It has been a long time since Laurie truly had a smile on her face, but it doesn't take long for that smile to drop off. Laurie has been on a epic journey over the past 40 years and this was definitively the best her character has ever been. Andi Matichak returns as Laurie's granddaughter Allyson Nelson and I liked her character up to a point. She tried to live a normal life and possibly start a new relationship, but man did she ignore ALL the red flags. It was almost like the writers didn't know what to do with her and it shows as she made some seriously dumb decisions as if she hadn't seen evil before in a person's eyes. Will Patton returns as Deputy Frank Hawkins and I liked that he was more happy and jovial. The chemistry between him and Laurie was electric and cute as the grocery store scene between them was one of my favorite scenes. Rohan Campbell did an amazing job as Corey Cunningham. He was a good kid turned bad by the constant reminder of the accident that opens the film and how nobody showed him compassion. He was a great younger parallel to Laurie as a what if scenario of a babysitter that became evil. His dark decent was a fun one to watch and Rohan delivered the emotional turmoil in spades. Nick Castle returns as The Shape/Michael Myers and I loved that we see his mortality. He is still the brutal boogeyman of the night, but the film quickly reminds you that he is flesh and blood and I loved that he was not at 100%. The bond between him and Laurie was much stronger this time around and their 40 year battle comes to a blood and satisfying end.

The score by the master composer John Carpenter, Cody Carpenter and Daniel Davis has always been the highlight of this current trilogy and it is once again in this blood soaked finale. "Evil Eyes" is one of my favorite tracks in the film along with that iconic them that will always be a jam. Halloween Kills featured a less than stellar story, but this film makes up for it as it focuses on what made the first installment great. Aside from the really dumb love story for Allyson, this was actually a fun finale for the iconic slasher series. I found myself smiling from ear to ear as the last 45 minutes of the film began to climb to the last and brutal fight between Laurie and Michael and it didn't disappoint. I always thought Halloween: H20 was the perfect ending to the franchise, but this one offers up an even more undeniably definitive end to an amazing saga. I truly enjoyed this film and I wouldn't mind adding this new trilogy to the rotation of horror films I watch every year. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#halloween ends #jamie lee curtis #andi matichak #rohan campbell #will patton #John Carpenter #nick castle

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inkformyblood · 2 years

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For the touch ask prompts! Cody/Obi-Wan/Quinlan and cuddle pile, please!

((Thank you for the lovely prompt!! I really enjoyed writing this 💜)

Note: Post War AU, No order-66, established relationship

The music from the datapad is tinny and muffled, full of hissing static that clings to the words of the crooning song. It brings with it memories of sitting huddled around a dying campfire as the heavens unfolded above and their breath fogged in the air to create new galaxies.

Cody’s apartment is far from what he had been used to during the war, and the knowledge of it, of knowing that he owned this piece of the universe and it was his and his alone, still sits oddly in his chest. His walls are a riot of colour, every inch of the pale cream paint covered with a litany of artwork and prints because he can. The sofa behind him is the same burnt orange as the paint he uses for his armour and the cushions covering it are woven in tasselled hues of red and pink and grey. He had abandoned his previous perch hours before, giving in to the instincts to sprawl across the floor, datapads scattered over the table as he flicked between them, chasing the thread of information even as he kept one eye on the clock.

Thrown around his shoulders is one of Obi-Wan’s cloaks from the several tucked away in the closet, the deep brown fabric clinging to the faint scent of smoke and fruit from the tea he favoured. It is too long in the arms and not broad enough in the shoulders but Cody makes it work as he waits and watches.

The door chimes once, twice before it hums out an error. Again, once, twice, error.

Cody pushes himself to his feet, his back cracking in protest as the muscles in his legs seize and cause him to stumble. He catches himself and makes his way to the door. It opens between one chime and the next.

“If you are trying to break in,” Cody says, resting his hip against the doorframe and peering up at the two men in front of him, “you aren’t doing a very good job of it.”

“It wasn’t working,” Obi-Wan says. His eyes are bright and shining, a faint silver haze passing over them that only lingers for a second after each slow blink, and he sways as he tries to focus on Cody. His cheeks are flushed a pale pink and everything about him is loose and languid, an easy shift between one stance and another fuelled with effortless grace.

“Was it not?” Cody murmurs. It is easy to stretch forwards and pluck one of the corded necklaces that rest against Obi-Wan’s chest, easier still to twist it around his fingers and pull the man down so he can kiss him. Obi-Wan tastes sweet, the lingering bite of alcohol almost hidden beneath the hum of happiness and the scratch of his beard. The Jedi is still so careful, even as loose and muffled as he is now, his fingertips brushing against Cody’s wrist before he follows the line of his arm to tangle his fingers in the curls at the nape of Cody’s neck. He tugs gently at them, the dull pressure never veering into pain, and he keeps his hand there when they part. Cody grins, half-drunk on the wash of love and affection brewing in his chest before he turns to the other man.

Quinlan’s eyes are half-lidded, indulgent and smoke-filled as he seems to peer inside Cody’s mind and delights in whatever he had uncovered there.

“Looking sharp, Commander,” he murmurs, stepping forwards and using the additional height his heel gives him — an extravagant concoction of straps and buckles — to cup Cody’s jaw and draw him upwards into a kiss. It is light, a brush of Quinlan’s lips over his, never wandering down the well-trod pathways they both know, but it is the twitch of Quinlan’s fingers as he catches the thin chain wound through Cody’s ear. Quinlan had said before that where Obi-Wan is fruit and smoke and certainty woven out of steel, Cody is sunlight and the starlight-soaked expanse of space, where everything is known and nothing is. The chain is simple gold with one end decorated with a tiny sunburst and it had been one Quinlan had picked out for him and only carries with it memories of the three of them together, all joy-filled and tended to.

Cody swallows down the muffled gasp and breaks the kiss to ask, “Are we going to go to bed, or are you two just going to decorate my front doorway all night?”

Quinlan moves before Obi-Wan can, leaning in close once more to bump his nose against Cody’s. His eyes are lined with gold, thick and sharp, and it glitters as he speaks. “Aren’t you going to buy us dinner first?”

“I did.”

“Bed sounds like a wonderful decision, my darling,” Obi-Wan says. His voice verges on sleep-slow, never cresting but continuing in an easy roll from one word to the next.

It is more difficult than Cody would have considered to guide two exhausted and working-towards-drunk Jedi through his small apartment. Obi-Wan’s skin is ocean-chilled, the woven mesh he is wearing over the tight crop-top is decorated with tiny metallic beads that warm quickly beneath Cody’s touch until the other man begins to list and Cody adjusts his hold, beginning the cycle over once more. Quinlan runs warm as the other man always does, a burning line of heat at Cody’s side as the Jedi’s hands wander. He doesn’t just touch Cody but also trails his hand along the wall, tapping his fingers against the alcove set into one wall as a litany of mumbled words falls from him. Quinlan tries, whenever he can, to put the tangled mess of impressions and emotions into words, trying to share the fragmented way he sees the world with Cody.

Cody’s bed is large and neatly made before he deposits Quinlan and Obi-Wan onto it. He means to step away, to collect water and painkillers for the morning but Obi-Wan’s hand curls carefully around his wrist with Quinlan mirroring him a moment later.

“Come to bed,” Obi-Wan whispers and Cody complies, curling into the centre of them. Sleep finds them quickly and completely, all three back home and together once more.

#my writing #codywan #quinobi #Cody x Obi Wan x Quinlan #star wars #commander cody #quinlan vos #obi wan kenobi

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gaeasun · 3 years

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When was the last time

Since I love Fox and this prompt, exhaustion, made me inspired cause Im tired, here’s s little fic. the fluff is inspired by @amikoroyaiart ‘s art of Fox, Cody, and Wolffe all together.

Day 1: Exhaustion

Fox was tired.

But that was nothing new.

If Fox was being honest with himself, he couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been tired. It was a constant feeling, sometimes a lighter lethargy that hovered behind his eyes and clung to his yawns. More and more often it was a heavy fatigue that soaked his limbs and mind, dragging him down and making everything much harder than it needed to be.

Fox had accepted this, though. Long gone were his energetic cadet days, running around with his batchmates. Fox was tired, and he was going to be tired until the day he died. Maybe even after too.

The CMO for the Coruscant Guard, Croissant, told him again and again he needed to sleep more than 3-6 hours a night (even that much was nice though). But Fox just… couldn’t. The more he worked the fewer vode were decommissioned by cruel senators, or more relief supplies approved, or less work on the other Commanders of the Guard.

He was the Marshall Commander, he was the vod’alor of Coruscant, he was the ori’vod of the Guard. His vode were under his protection, and Fox would rather let his own soul be cursed than let any of them be harmed from this Force-forsaken war.

It was all Fox could do not to pass out then and there when he was told that the war was over.

Of course, this didn’t mean Fox’s job was over, he knew. No, if anything, he had more to do; the Guard could not slip, not even a little. They were made for war, what if the Senators decided there was nothing more they were needed for? Fox was determined to show they were still useful, that they didn’t have to be decommissioned.

So he worked even harder, slept less, took more shifts, and drank enough caf that it was probably running through his veins at this point.

Fox distantly wondered if his body would simply give out or shut off at some point. Probably soon. It was getting harder and harder to sleep, with his mind and body so used to being awake. Even crueler, every morning was a fight to escape his cot, as opposed to his struggle to stay in it the nights or day before. But he was determined to squeeze every last drop of use from himself, as long as he could help his brothers.

He was supposed to have seen Croissant weeks ago for something about a behavior chip removal. But Fox knew if Croissant got even half a look at him he would never escape the medbay. The chip was activated by Palpatine’s voice, and Palpatine was dead. So he was safe, from that at least.

When Fox opened his door and saw Cody and Wolffe on the the other side, he didn’t have the mental energy to be surprised. He muttered a greeting and motioned for them to walk with him.

“Fox, no.”

The words didn’t really register in Fox’s head. Neither did the firm hand around his vambrace. Fox kept walking like he was on autopilot, tugging loosely against the restraining arm.

“Fox. Fox?”

Fox finally stopped, the gears in his head struggling to turn, to process.

“Yeah. You’re done, vod. Come on.” Wolffe pulled harder until he was dragging Fox back inside his? the room. Office with a bed.

Fox finally found his voice. “Got things t’ do. Le’ go.”

Cody put a warm, concerning hand on his shoulder, and Fox shivered. He didn’t have time for this anymore, soft touches and kindness. That time could be better spent doing something.

“The other Commander are handling it. Thire called us in, told us he was worried about you,” Cody said.

“No. Busy. Lemme go.”

“Absolutely not vod.” Wolffe sat him down on his cot and reached for his helmet. Fox clumsily jerked away. No one had seen him without his helmet in… in… a long time.

“Fox.” Wolffe growled. “You sound like osik, I’m sure you look like osik. You even smell like osik.” Wolffe’s nose wrinkled, and Fox found it funny enough for a slow laugh. “When’s the last time you took a sonic Fox?”

Fox hummed. He didn’t remember. The days sort of all blended together now.

Wolffe snorted. “That’s it. Cody, help me out.”

Before Fox could even wonder, help him out with what? he felt a tugging on his vambrace, before it came off.

They were taking off his armor. He needed his armor.

Fox pulled backwards, whining in protest.

“Fox’ika,” Cody murmured. “Don’t you trust us?”

Fox had forgotten was trust was.

Maybe… maybe his brothers could help him remember.

Fox tried to relax, but ended up tensing more and more as each armor piece was stripped from him. By the time they had taken all of his armor off except for his helmet, he was shaking, shuddering in drawn out intervals.

Stop, he thought. Waste of energy.

He flinched as a hand went on his bare shoulder. “I’m taking off the helmet now,” Cody informed him.

Fox let his head droop down as the helmet came of. His eyes were still closed, though he didn’t remember when he’d stopped opening them.

Warm light from the setting sun brushed his eyelids, and Wolffe rumbled, low and frightening.

“You need to sleep now,” Cody decided.

“Can’t,” Fox whispered.

“We’re not letting you do anything else.” Fox could picture Wolffe’s teeth baring.

“No… can’t.”

There were a few moments of silence, then Fox heard the sounds of more armor being taken off. But his armor was already off?

“We;ve got you, Fox,” Cody murmured. Fox felt strong, warm hands pulling him gently, carrying him off the small cot and onto the floor.

But not entirely on the floor. He was nudged until his head was resting on more warmth, something softer and more alive than his cot. Fox blinked slowly a few times, and saw he was on Cody’s shoulder. Cody wrapped one arm around Fox, and one around Wolffe, who looked relaxed and… happy.

Fox hadn’t been happy in a while. But… he curled up on Cody, and tentatively put a hand on Wolffe’s chest, feeling his heart beat thump thump thump again and again.

The rays of the setting sun were nice, but the warmth of his brothers was even better, chasing away the painful and cold part of his exhaustion.

And Fox thought, maybe he could be happy again.

#commander fox #commander fox week 2021 #exhaustion #maybe a little bit of projecting onto Fox #commander wolffe #commander cody

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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If you are doing them the soulmate fic starter 3 or 9 for rexwalker? I love all your star wars stuff so much

soulmate au prompts

3. the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies. 9. the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.

Featuring marginally-less-terrible Jango with more excuses than usual.

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The Kaminoans hate soul marks.

Rex knows this from the day he knows to ask. The Nulls and Alphas don’t have any soul marks, just scars where there was once a promise. The eldest clones have records, at least, where the scientists had taken photos before beginning th surgeries, but the marks themselves are long gone.

Prime had found out about the removals and thrown a fit, raging so intensely that Nala Se had ended up intubated from the damage he’d dealt, and she hadn’t been the only one. Rex isn’t old enough to remember that, but Cody is, and he whispers the story in the dead of night more than once. Nobody likes Prime very much, except Boba, but that’s one of the few instances they can point to and say ‘he cares more than he likes to admit.’

It’s anathema on Mandalore, one brother claims, a light in his eyes that Rex hasn’t ever seen before. That’s what I heard him telling one of the aruetti trainers.

So is refusing your children so much as a name, another grouses, and the conversation dies an ugly little death. So is letting your children die just because you don’t think they’re good enough. So is turning your back from even letting them be part of your house, let alone part of your clan. Sounds like he cares more about our soul marks than he does for our lives.

Rex doesn’t know how to address that. He does get a personal visit from Prime, one day, gets asked to show his little marking to the man that is, in some ways, his father.

“Another one,” Jango Fett mutters to the trainer that came with him, the woman holding a datapad and ready to record whatever it is that they’re looking for. He passes a thumb over the marking, frowning. “A lightsaber, lit white, with pale blue halo, between a set of symbolic Jaig eyes. The eyes are dark blue, slightly desaturated. I think they’re meant to frame it like an exaggerated beskad crossguard.”

“Sir?” Rex asks.

“That makes six,” Jango says, still so quiet, and then shakes his head. “Thank you for showing me, 7567.”

“Rex,” he corrects, before he can second-guess himself. “I’m Rex.”

“Thank you, Rex.”

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The rumors say that anyone with a lightsaber soul mark is going to have a jedi for a soulmate.

Rex isn’t sure how true that is, but he’s eager to find out.

Prime gets more erratic, more unpleasant at times and almost awkwardly nice at others. Rex meets the others who got Jedi soul marks. He’s the youngest, so far.

Jango tells them all to hide the markings, and to keep them secret. They’d already all known that much, that only batchmates should be told about soul marks. All the adults that should know already do, after all.

“Where’s your dad going?” Rex asks once, when Boba’s been handed over to Cody’s squad for looking after while Prime goes haring off on some trip that nobody gets to know about. Rex hangs out with Cody’s squad more than his own batch, it feels like, but that’s a whole thing that he’s not supposed to talk about since the late transfer to command track.

“Dunno,” Boba says, kicking his feet back and forth. “My soul mark came in. Something about it made him really angry, I think.”

Rex doesn’t ask to see it.

It’s not his place.

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The Alpha batch is getting quieter, angrier, and end up in hushed conversations with Prime and some of the trainers so often that the rumors start up harder than before. Rex keeps his head down, because the Kaminoans get antsier when Jango does. Soul marks come up more often, and Rex gets called in to talk to the Alpha clones about his mark. He’s not supposed to, but Prime says it’s important, and Prime is in charge.

“Oh, is that all it took?” one of the Alphas sneers, and Prime shoots them a look that has Rex taking a few hasty steps back. The Alpha clone isn’t even fully grown yet, by natborn standards, but they don’t back down. “What, ready to stop being a dar’buir--”

“That’s enough,” Prime says, low and hard, and the Alpha clone rolls their eyes. “There’s a child here.”

“So now you care about that?”

Rex is escorted back to his rooms.

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Decommissioning finally stops, for all that it requires Jango almost decapitating a Kaminoan, and someone Rex hopes he never sees again shows up.

(His memory is blurred. He’s sure the man was human, and tall. Elderly enough to have white hair, probably? A... there was fabric that swished when he turned, something dramatic, but...)

(He is not the only one that cannot remember.)

It takes years for anything else to come of it all... at least where the clones can see.

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Rex is fully grown, as far as clones go. His aging is supposed to slow down to ‘natborn normal’ now, because he’s reached his full height and most of his brainpower, and he’s officially old enough to fight on the field if the war starts tomorrow.

It might.

“Hey, look up.”

Rex listens, and looks, and sees a natborn with Nala Se, pale skinned and with reddish hair, soaked to the bone. They wear robes, brown and heavy-looking. Even as he watches, another natborn jogs up from behind, also sodden and pale, but with darker hair that sticks up despite the water. A third joins them, a tad slower and more controlled; this one wears all white, and they--maybe she?-- are slight and small and poised in a way that Rex thinks might be how a natborn leader carries themselves, if they aren’t a soldier.

They pass on through the walkway, showing emotions that the Kaminoans can’t read and the clones absolutely can. None of it is... good.

“Shit,” someone mutters. “That was a Jedi.”

“Venn--”

“What if they don’t want us?”

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Rex is called to Prime’s rooms.

He tries not to look at the wide eyes of the brothers he’s been gossiping with, just stands and pulls on his full kit. He hesitates at his bucket, but then pops it on and marches to what might be his doom. It’s probably not.

He hopes it’s not.

He knocks, and is let in by Boba, and sits down on the couch when Prime tells him to. He removes his helmet when asked. Boba hops up onto the couch between Rex and his father, and leans in against Rex’s side.

There’s a list on the table, one he recognizes, quickly writing out all the paired elements on the Jedi-Clone soul marks. Nobody who isn’t already involved in the project would know it. He spots the ‘yellow tickets’ that Bly got tattooed on his face recently, the ones he won’t claim are or aren’t related to his mark. He spots his own listing of Jaig eyes.

“Prime?”

His... progenitor, maybe, in this situation, looks at him, and holds up a hand. “You saw the list. You can guess why Rex is here.”

Oh. Prime’s using his name without prompting. That’s nice.

“I can’t read it,” the younger Jedi says, with something that might be a pout. Rex wants to roll his eyes, but his helmet is on the table. People would see.

“It’s in Mando’a,” the elder tells him, voice low, and then glances between Rex and the younger Jedi. “Fett, how did you know which one to call? I can guess some things, but--”

“I have a good eye. The hilts are all different. Only one matches.”

“I see.”

Rex fidgets, and tries not to wonder at... at... oh. The younger Jedi’s lightsaber hilt does match Rex’s soul mark.

Boba notices when Rex starts picking at his glove, pressing a finger right to the mark on his wrist, and frowns up at him. He grabs Rex’s hand to still it, and tries to ask a question with his eyebrows. He is mostly unsuccessful.

“Anakin,” the elder Jedi says. Rex still doesn’t know his name. “Your hand, please?”

“Why?”

“...you’ll understand in a minute,” the Jedi says, long-suffering in the way of the trainers who dealt with the youngest cadets. “Your hand. No, the other one.”

“Why do you need my hand?”

“Reasons, Anakin. You there, ah... Rex, was it?”

“Yessir.”

The Jedi flinches. “Right. I suppose I’ll have to get used to that... right, Rex, can you come here? I imagine you know what it is that I’m looking to compare.”

Rex has been taught to listen to Jedi, but he has no idea who he’s supposed to listen to here. The older Jedi is probably in charge, but Rex hasn’t been assigned to anyone yet, so isn’t Prime still technically the closest thing he has to a CO?

He glances at Prime, who just gestures for Rex to go ahead with it.

Rex pulls off a glove, pulls back his sleeve, and bares the symbol on his wrist for inspection.

The younger Jedi’s face morphs from confused irritation to surprise, and then... something Rex doesn’t want to analyze too closely. He’s not sure if it’s wonder or horror. He wasn’t aware the expressions could look so similar.

The Jedi--Anakin--pulls back his own sleeve, moves his wrist to Rex’s and watches as the marks glow faintly from the proximity.

“Looks like Fett was right,” the elder Jedi mutters. He doesn’t sound happy. He looks at the other natborn, the one Rex is pretty sure is a woman, and raises an eyebrow.

She shakes her head, eyes closed.

“You said there were others?” the elder Jedi prompts, and Prime nods. “We are no more open about our marks than most, but I can spot one, maybe two, that I can guess at. I’d need to see the actual markings to confirm, of course, and I imagine that wouldn’t be something anyone would be happy with.”

“The rest can happen naturally,” Prime dismisses. “This was just proof.”

“Not just proof, I hope,” the Jedi mutters. “I’m.. I have to call the Council.”

Rex sees the panic in Anakin’s face, and is seized by the urge to do something, anything, to fix it.

“Obi-Wan, you can’t let them--”

“Nobody’s going to separate you,” the elder Jedi says. Obi-Wan, apparently. “And there’s no ‘let,’ Anakin, they outrank me. Significantly. Right now, I’m concerned about the implications of this war, of multiple of these cloned soldiers that have been indoctrinated to fight for and serve the Jedi having soulmates among us, especially given that I have no idea how recently our wartime protocols on such things were updated. There is an entire army that is supposedly in our name, ordered by a man ten years dead.”

“Count Dooku is involved,” Prime says, dark and satisfied and petty. “Calling himself Darth Tyrannus. The Kaminoans mostly believe he is an isolated and reclusive Jedi Master that serves as their contact when Sifo-Dyas is unavailable.”

The Jedi named Obi-Wan closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and then stands. “Right. That’s... well, alright, I absolutely have to call the Council now.”

Prime smiles, pulling Boba into his side. Rex finds himself tugged down to sit where Obi-Wan had been a few moments earlier.

“Why are you telling us all this?” the natborn woman says. “This Count sounds like he hired you, did he not?”

“The project predated his involvement, but yes, he’s my supervisor, so to speak.” Prime smiles that same dark smile, runs a hand over Boba’s head and pointedly doesn’t look at Obi-Wan. That smile is... unpleasant. Rex doesn’t want to look at it, and so he looks down to the faint glow at his wrist instead. “Did you know, they told me the clones would be sub-sentient and halfway to droids? Not really people? That my DNA was for the bodies, but the minds would be little more than lines of code? Do you know how much they hated that I saw the evidence of their lies written into my children’s skin?”

Rex jolts, head whipping about and hand pulling away from his soulmate, staring at Prime, his mouth agape in a way a soldier’s shouldn’t but--but he’s--

Rex has never, ever heard the Prime refer to any of them except Boba as his child. His copies, his echoes, his clones, but not his children.

A hand curls into his, and he looks down to find Anakin’s lacing their fingers together. He looks up into a hopeful, unsure smile.

Anakin tilts his head and leans in, lips to Rex’s ear, and says, “When I told Obi-Wan he was like a father to me, he didn’t even know how to respond. Just made a bad joke about it and then pretended it didn’t happen. Is this the same?”

“...close enough,” Rex breathes out, because now isn’t the time to explain just how different a clone’s existence is from what they’ve seen in the holos meant to prepare them for interacting with civilians. That ‘family’ here has always been brothers, your squad and any brother that chooses to take you on, or a brother you choose to nurture, that the Alphas raise them more than Prime or the trainers do, that the older squads are who they turn to because the adults won’t help, that they don’t have parents, and they are discouraged from thinking of children in their futures.

(Protecting intellectual property, one of the scientists had mused. They’d made it very, very difficult for any of the clones to impregnate a partner. Not impossible, because to make it impossible was itself impossible, but... nearly so.)

“There’s millions of us,” Rex says instead. “He doesn’t... he doesn’t usually acknowledge most of us as his.”

Anakin’s face twists, already angry, and the glare he aims at Prime is ghastly. Rex might already be a little in love, just for that. The way Anakin’s fingers squeeze around his is nice, too.

Prime does not notice.

“Can I see the contract you say you signed?” the natborn woman says, and Prime eyes her. He nods, at length, weighing her worth and finding she measures up to whatever it is that he’s decided is necessary.

“Boba, go pack like we’re going on a hunt,” Prime says, pulling out a personal datapad and only dropping his gaze to find the right file. “We’ll probably be leaving tonight.”

“Okay, buir,” Boba says, sliding off the couch. “Am I telling the Alphas the thing you said?”

“No, I’ll handle that myself. You just pack.” He stands, nods to the natborn woman, and moves around the table. “Senator, I’ll sit with you, if you don’t mind. I imagine you and Knight Kenobi are the best suited to get this problem fixed.”

“And me?” Anakin demands.

“You,” Prime says, with a just a hint of condescending drawl. “have just met your soulmate. I assumed you’d want some privacy to get to know each other.”

Anakin flushes, a little angry and a lot embarrassed. It’s frighteningly cute. “I--I mean--I don’t--”

“The clones are mentally the ages they look, but do remember they’ve had practically no time to gain any sort of experience,” Prime says, already ignoring them in favor of pointing something out on the datapad to the senator. “Take advantage of any of my kids, and I’ll be the one hunting you down. I’m told I’m rather good at it.”

Anakin’s face does some acrobatics. Rex would pay more attention, but he can feel himself turning just as red.

“Rex, you know where the private meeting room is,” Prime says, and waves a hand in the direction of the tiny, tiny office that’s by the door. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Be nice,” the Senator hisses, smacking Prime’s arm.

“He’s ten.”

“...still.”

Rex just stands and pulls Anakin away to the little room before things can get worse.

They’re delayed when Obi-Wan asks what they’re doing from the kitchen he’s been using to get a spot of privacy, but then Anakin says “we’re just going to talk, Master,” and they get an aggrieved sigh and a response of “the clothes stay on, padawan, and you’ll need to finish up whatever conversation you have soon, there’s work to do and being a padawan only excuses you from so much.”

Rex backs into the meeting room, yanks Anakin in, and then decides to throw caution to the wind and just press their lips together.

Oh.

Okay.

He’s kissing back.

Lack of caution: good.

The mark at his wrist thrums, warm and comfortable, and Rex pulls away. He stifles the noise he wants to make, and when Anakin whines, small and soft but clearly disappointed, Rex offers him a small grin he knows would get him called ‘shy’ by his asshole older brothers.

“We probably should actually get to know each other,” Rex says. “I don’t even know your last name.”

“I... yeah, I don’t know yours either, unless it’s Fett.”

“It’s not. I don’t have one.”

Anakin’s face does another one of those ‘I’m angry for you’ twists that Rex is quickly coming to recognize, and then he sighs and falls into one of the chairs. “Okay. So. I don’t know much about the soldier life. Tell me about it.”

And he does.

#Rexwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #Padme Amidala #Soulmate AU #Phoenix Posts #Phoenix Answers Memes #star wars

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pro-fangirls-unsocial-life · 3 years

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Could you do some soft kisses with Cody after a hard mission

Hey anon! Sorry this took so long to fill but I’m finally writing again!! School has been keeping me busy but I hope that you enjoy this nonetheless!! Also thank you to @captainrexisboo for being my beta reader for this!!!

Washing Away Memories

Cody x Reader

Warnings: Blood. Mentions of death. Nudity but nothing explicit. Injury. ANGST.

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He had walked into your quarters without so much of a word coming from him, covered in dirt from the planet below and his posture slouched like he was carrying the weight of the universe on his shoulders. As he slowly removed his armor, you could see the small winces and pauses of pain when he moved too fast or was in an odd position for too long. His blacks were torn in some places and you could see cuts and wounds on his skin beneath them.

“Cody? Are you alright?” You stood up from your desk, slowly walking over to him as his head hung low.

He wouldn’t meet your eye, only looking down at the floor as you approached and not moving an inch since you had spoken, like he was afraid to look up at you and show you the war still raging behind his eyes.

“Cody?” You said, reaching out slowly for one of his wrists. He flinched away from you slightly, his eyes screwing shut as he angled his head as far from you as he could. You could see his lip start to quiver and his body start to tremble. Barely noticeable if you weren’t so close and if he had his armor on, but enough to make your worry spike even more than it already had.

You reach out for his wrist again, grabbing it lightly as your other hand comes up to cup his face, angling it back toward you. His eyes were still shut as the tears that he had been fighting so hard to keep from falling start leaving trails in the dirt that was plastered to his face.

You move your hand from his wrist to grasp his hand, pulling it away at the feeling of something sticky on his glove. Looking down at your own hand, you see it covered in crimson liquid, partially dried and starting to thicken. You head whips back up to look at Cody’s face, switching your gaze back and forth between him and your hand. He has his eyes closed; his face still pointed down. “Cody?” Your voice had picked up a bit of panic at seeing the substance on your hand. “Is this blood?”

The silence from before returns and you see him take a shuddering breath before finally speaking in a low, broken whimper. “It’s not mine….”

There are still tears coming from his closed eyes, falling faster now after his confession. His small whimpers now being the only thing to occupy the deafeningly quiet space.

“Oh, Cody…” Using your thumb, you wipe some of the tears from his cheek, creating a small smudge in the filth that covers him and wrapping your other arm around his back, holding him close as he starts to sob into your shoulder.

“He was just… just a kid- couldn’t have been more than sixteen biologically…” You feel his hands finally come to hold you, fisting the fabric of your shirt as he brings you closer. “Hadn’t…. Hadn’t even earned his paint yet…”

You stand there, just holding him for what feels like hours. Softly petting the back of his head and rubbing soothing circles on his back as you whisper small reassurances into his ear. “I’ve got you, Cody… I’ve got you…” Not wanting the silence to allow the newly formed nightmares to return to the forefront of Cody’s mind.

After a substantial amount of time, his cries start to quiet, his breathing becoming more even as you continue trying to sooth him.

“What can I do for you?” You whisper, still rubbing his back.

He pulls back, his eyes red and puffy and looking as defeated as you had ever seen him. He looks into your eyes for the first time that night, his jaw still trembling and his breathing still more erratic than it should be. “Just… Stay with me… Please… I don’t want to be alone tonight…”

You bring your hand up to his face, cradling it as he leans into your touch. “Of course, my love. Anything for you.” Taking a step back, you kneel down, taking off the rest of the armor from his legs before standing back up. “Do you want to take a shower, or do you just want to go to bed?”

Pausing for a moment, he looks down at his hands, seeing the dust and blood that still covered them. Every moment that led to him being covered with so much debris from the battle replaying through his mind all at once in a hurricane of terrors. “I- I want this off of me…”

“Alright,” you say, voice soft and low. “Do you want me to help?”

He nods, taking your hand when you reach out to him and letting you lead him toward the fresher in your quarters.

When you get inside the room, you have him stand, turning on the shower to let the water start to heat up. Once you have done that, you help him remove his blacks, being careful not to disturb the injuries that were littered across his skin.

You press a kiss to his shoulder before another on his lips. “Do you want to get in and I’ll join you in just a second?”

He gives you a small nod before stepping into the shower, facing the stream, and letting out a sigh as the water begins to cascade down his skin, already taking some of the dirt and blood caked onto his skin with it. Some of the tension releases from his shoulders, almost like the water is washing away some of the weight that had made its home there while he was away.

Quickly taking off your clothes, you step into the shower behind Cody, pressing kisses along his shoulders and rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “Think you can turn around for me, baby? Let me wash your hair?”

You switch places with him, standing to the side of the water so that he is getting the full spray on his back.

Bringing your hands up, you angle his head back into the water, making sure that his hair is completely wet. Then, you grab the bottle of shampoo from off the wall, squirting as much as you would need for him into your hands and threading them into his hair, tenderly beginning to massage his scalp.

A low groan comes from his chest as you work the soap into his hair, his shoulders relaxing, and his eyes fluttering shut at your fingers on his scalp. He leans into your touch, enjoying the first chance he has had to relax in weeks. The first chance he had to think about something other than the war he was forced to be a part of since his creation.

Once you finished, you helped him lean his head back into the stream, using your hand to shield his eyes from the soap as it rinsed off of his head.

You quickly repeat the process with conditioner, making sure that the water stays hot, and that Cody is still alright with your hands on him.

“You still ok?” you asked, moving your hands to massage the muscles in his neck as the last bits of soap washed off of his body. “Is it alright if I wash the rest of your body now?”

He gives you a small hum in confirmation, the tension he still holds quickly disappearing as you work your fingers over his muscles.

Slowly, you take your hands away, grabbing a soft cloth and running it under the water before gathering soap on it. You begin to delicately drag it across his skin, putting enough pressure to gather up all of the grime that had accrued on him during the weeks long campaign and wash it away, hoping that with each pass of the cloth, some of the horror behind it would be washed away as well. As you worked over his skin, you made sure to be extra careful around his wounds, trying your best to not give Cody more pain than he already had.

When you got to his hands, you made sure to be additionally tender, massaging them in your own as you cleaned the blood off of them that had soaked through the material of his blacks. As if cleaning them off would clean the guilt from Cody’s mind, making him forget the images of the little brother dying in his arms. Once they were clean, you pressed a kiss to his palms before continuing on to the rest of his body, hoping to attach his hands to at least one positive thing before the day is finished.

You turned to him once you had finished, kissing his cheek and bringing your forehead against his. “I’m gonna step out so that I can get you clean clothes and a fresh towel. Alright? Do you think you can finish rinsing off while I go do that?”

“Mhm…”

With his confirmation you step away, grabbing a towel and quickly drying yourself off. You walk back out into the room, throwing on your own clothes before making your way over to the chest at the end of your bed where you kept an extra pair of Cody’s blacks and the set of pajamas that you had bought for him the last time you were both planet side.

On your way back to the fresher, you dimmed the lights, knowing that Cody would most likely just want to sleep once he was dressed.

You grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf, stepping back inside the steamy room, the water still running as Cody finished.

When the water finally shut off, you stood ready with the towel, wrapping it softly around Cody once he stepped out and helping him dry off. He flinched, letting out a pained grunt as it ran over one of the cuts on his back, prompting you to grab all the bacta and gauze that you had in your room and to start carefully tending to his wounds.

He was silent through all of it, the only sound being the buzzing of the fluorescent light from the ceiling and the occasional wince as you patched him up.

With every wound you patched up, you pressed a kiss to it once you had finished, wanting to just give the love to Cody’s body that he had never had the privilege of possessing. You wanted to take every single bit of pain and lock it away, making sure that it could never dare to come close to the man you loved again. You wanted to make Cody forget everything he had seen and experienced and replace it with the happiness and love that he deserved. Because to you, he deserved the universe, and you were going to do everything you could to give him even a fraction of that if you could.

After applying bacta to every wound you could find, you gave him a once over, checking to make sure that you had not missed anything before helping Cody put on the soft, 212th colored pajamas that you had gotten him.

He visibly deflated before your eyes, all of his tension melting away as he let out a breath like he had been holding it for hours.

You put your hands on either side of his face, kissing every part of it that you could reach and tracing his scar with your lips before finally landing on his mouth. His arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to him as he pulled his lips away and buried his face in your shoulder.

“Thank you…” he whispered out, his voice being that of a man beaten down by the galaxy around him. “Thank you for everything, cyare…”

You take a step back, just enough so that you can look at his face before placing another kiss on his forehead. “Always, my love.” Taking a hold of his hand, you begin to lead him back out into the main room. “Let’s get some sleep.”

He nods, the tiredness clear in his face as he crawls into your bed.

As you settle in next to him, you wrap your arms around his body, giving him a sense of safety and overwhelming love before pressing a kiss to the back of his neck as he cuddles into you.

You feel him squeeze the hand that is wrapped around his waist, bringing it close to his chest and kissing your fingertips. “I love you, cyare. Thank you… for being here for me when I get back. You… You don’t know what it means to me.”

Giving his hand a quick squeeze, you kiss the back of his neck once more, curling in tighter to him as his breathing begins to even out. “I love you, Cody. You deserve the universe and more, and I will always be here to try and give that to you when you come back to me.” You close your eyes, feeling his heartbeat under your hand and his warmth against your skin as you fell asleep behind him. “I promise my love. I will always be here for you.”

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Star Wars Fun in the Sun Submission

This fic was written for @starwarsfandomfests “Summer Fun in the Sun” event. This event was really fun to participate in and I’m glad I joined in. I was given @anaisonfire to write for and chose to write some fluffy Jangobi for you with some bonding between Jango and the clones and Obi-Wan and young Boba. I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of the waves lapping at the sand of the beach and the feeling of warm sunlight against his bare skin had Obi-Wan almost dozing in his chair. It had been so long since he could just relax like this and soak in the beauty and sensations of a place instead of worrying about an attack but the war was finally over. A lucky break had come from Fox who had nearly faceplanted onto the council room floor in a combination of his haste to speak with them and complete exhaustion. He had overheard a conversation between Dooku and Palpatine revealing his plans and had recorded it on his helmet cam, giving the Jedi evidence against the now exposed Sith Lord. Dechipping started as soon as they located what it was Palpatine was talking about and within the month, the head had been cut off the snake. Without Palpatine’s funding, a lot of previously Separatist worlds returned to the Republic begging for another chance. Dooku was backed into a corner and he knew it, so he had willingly turned himself into the Jedi council, giving up information on Grievous that led to his capture and the droid army’s shutdown. Things still weren’t perfect. The flaws of the Republic were more obvious than ever. The corruption ran deeper than before. The Clones still didn’t have the rights they deserved.

“What has you frowning like that, cyare? We’re supposed to be on vacation.” Jango’s voice interrupted the downward turn his thoughts had taken and his lips turned up in a warm smile.

“Just thinking about the mess we are not supposed to be thinking about while here. The usual.” He said and Jango snorted when Obi-Wan looked over to soak in the sight of him. Despite seeing his face repeated a million times in the war, none looked quite as handsome as Jango’s own scarred appearance to him.

“That’s fair enough. I keep worrying about Boba.” Jango admitted looking out over where the 212th and 501st were all playing volleyball or splashing in the water or laying in chairs like Jango and Obi-Wan just soaking in the sun. Obi-Wan sighed. Boba was another issue they would have to figure out a solution to. Well, not Boba himself, but how to integrate him into the rest of the family.

“Where is he now?” Obi-Wan asked when he didn’t see the boy in question.

“Inside the hotel room moping. I left him some books to read that I thought he might like so hopefully he’s curled up with one of those at least. I wish I knew how to make it better. I suppose just time with the mind healers for all of us. Watching who he thought was me get their head cut off is not the sort of trauma that goes away in a few months.” Jango murmured rubbing his face and Obi-Wan reached out to squeeze his hand.

“I have to admit it was a big shock to all of us when Dooku revealed you were alive and that the person Mace killed had been one of the clones he had kept personally for purposes such as that. I’m just glad that you survived and that Boba had been able to be located and reunited with you.” He said seriously. Jango nodded.

“If Aurra weren’t already dead I’d kill her again for poisoning him to think I’d want him risking his life that way. I just want him happy and healthy.” He said, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand back. The relationship that had somehow started between them, since Jango was recovered from where he had been imprisoned and had started helping fight for the clones and clean up the mess that he helped make, was the biggest surprise of all. Obi-Wan had always assumed that Jango was a cold heartless person to have made all the clones and treated them so indifferently, however he had realized that the opposite was in fact true. Jango cared greatly for the clones but he had been just as much a prisoner in Palpatine and Dooku’s schemes as they had and he had distanced himself to protect them from being targeted due to Dooku thinking he might use them against him. Finding out Jango had also been implanted with a rudimentary version of the chip also explained a few things and allowed him to be pardoned for the attempted hit on Padme. Of course, a lot of it was still on Jango’s shoulders and he was doing all he could to rectify his actions. Somehow in all the working together to help the clones, Obi-Wan and Jango had become close enough to the point that even Boba and Anakin had been calling them a couple behind their backs. Now they really were.

“Vacations don’t work well when we just lay around and let ourselves worry about things. How about we go join in on the death ball game the boys are playing instead?” He offered and Jango chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“That sounds like a great idea. Just don’t complain when my team crushes you.” He said getting up and waving over at Cody.

“Wait a minute! Cody is my commander! He’s going to be on my team!” Obi-Wan quickly hopped up to follow and get integrated into the teams. Obi-Wan ended up on Rex’s team while Jango had cockily gained Cody’s choice, Cody giving Obi-Wan a fake-apologetic smirk.

“You can’t even hold onto your lightsaber and you expect me to think you can keep a ball?” He teased with a lot of clones’ ‘ooo’s surrounding them.

“Oh it’s on now, my dear, you’ve made a grave mistake.” Obi-Wan had said, moving to huddle with his team. In the end, due to a non-Force use rule, the teams were evenly matched and the game never really got far in either team’s favor. They were all just having fun wrestling a ball from each other and trying to get it to the opposite team’s goal. Eventually, they all decided to split the difference and go change in Anakin’s room so he had to deal with all the sand instead of the losing team’s when they broke for lunch.

Jango managed to convince Boba to come out and join them for the meal and Obi-Wan smiled as the boy enthusiastically told his father about something he had been reading about snails. Seeing the difference in the way he acted when he had thought he lost his father compared to now was a shock. With Jango’s love and support, it was like looking at two different people. Although, the older bitter Boba was still in there and came out around the clones as shown when Cody sat beside Obi-Wan and started to chat causing Boba to quiet and withdraw.

“Can I go to the tide pools and look for the snails once we’re finished here, buir?” Boba asked and Jango nodded.

“Of course. Just be careful.” He agreed and Obi-Wan perked up at the perfect opportunity to try to bond a little with the boy.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to come with you Boba. There are lots of little creatures there I’d like to see. Plus those bioluminescent snails sound really fascinating.” He said making sure to show he was listening to what Boba was saying by repeating some back.

“I guess it wouldn’t be bad to have you along. You can probably use your Force thingy to find them more easily.” Boba agreed after a moment of thought and Obi didn’t bother correcting him that the Force didn’t work that way. They quickly finished up the last of their meal and Boba led Obi-Wan towards the rocky area where the tide pools resided. Jango had declined in joining them with a knowing look at his Jedi and made an excuse of needing to call and check in on some work.

“Do you like ocean animals a lot, Boba?” He asked, trying to start a conversation to which the boy shrugged.

“I like all animals. There are so many planets with so many different ways for them to evolve and so many little differences even in species that are mostly the same. It’s cool to see what new things I can find out on each planet my buir and I visit. He used to make it a game we’d play together.” He admitted kicking a rock to splash into one of the little pools of water.

“Jango loves you a lot. You know that him helping the other clones doesn’t change his feelings about you, right?” Obi-Wan asked him and Boba grunted.

“I didn’t invite you to have you try to pick around in my brain. Now get to using your Jetii magics to find me some glowing snails or go back to making dopey looks at my dad and let me do my thing.” He grumbled and Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but did his best to feel around them to try to see if he could connect to any of the animals and figure out where the snails could be if they were even there at all.

While sensing the creature’s minds he felt them all diving deeper from what he figured was fear of the two humans encroaching on their homes however suddenly there was a faint rumbling and he gasped when Boba went barreling right into his stomach knocking him back into one of the ponds just in time to keep him from falling into a hole that opened up under where his feet had been.

Boba groaned as they both picked themselves up, equally soaked. “Dang it. Buir specifically told me not to fall in, now he’s going to laugh at me,” he whined.

“Thank you. I’m not even sure what just happened.” Obi-Wan confessed glad he had been in beachwear already, unlike Boba who was trying to wring out his t-shirt without removing it now.

“The rocks here aren’t round and solid like on most beaches. They’re flat and shift around with the tides as well like plates. It was in the book. The change in temperature at different points in the day causes the water currents to shift and then they move. I saw the fish diving and the rock around it start to move. I might not fully like you but my dad does, so letting you get trapped in a hole and drown seemed like the wrong move.” Boba said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts awkwardly.

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless. It seems your extra reading saved my life.” He said with a chuckle, stroking his beard out of habit. “It would have been a shame to live through a whole war only to die to a little water and rock.” He said and Boba snorted but relaxed.

“The great Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi done-in by a change in tide while on vacation does sound like a great holonet headline.” He teased and they both continued their search for sea snails a little more carefully, eventually catching a few in a bucket to bring back and show Jango and the clones. Things weren’t perfect, but as Obi-Wan curled close to Jango’s warm chest that night, he found he was okay with that.

#Star wars summer fun in the sun #Star Wars #Jangobi #Jango Fett #Obi-Wan #Young Boba Fett #Marshal Commander Cody #The Clone Wars #Fandom Event #Fanfic #Fluff #my writing

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