#I’m so sorry Commander Cody I know your not straight I see how you look at your General

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

For the last time. It is not a genderbend au!

IF YOU ONLY BENT ONE GENDER!!!!!

#me seeing the genderbend au tag on ao3 and getting intrigued #reads the rest of the tags and sees ‘fem Obi-wan Kenobi/fem Bruce Wayne’ WITH NO OTHER GENDERS BENT #MR ELECTRIC SEND THIS MOTHERFUCKER STRAIGHT TO HELL #and of course it usually contains a gay ship that they turned straight #I’m so sorry Commander Cody I know your not straight I see how you look at your General #or the erasure of canon straight ships that you could have made gay #SELINA KYLE CANONICALLY KISSES GIRLS #HER AND FEM BRUCE WOULD BE ADORABLE #ESPECIALLY WITH BATTINSON #AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH GENDER BENDING JUST ONE (1) CHARACTER #ITS ACTUALLY EXTREMELY INTERESTING WITH BRUCE #(I love you Bryce Wayne) #BUT COME ON MAN

[tcwmatchmakingau]

As Sweet As Sugar

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader (no physical descriptions)

Rating: SFW 

Summary: Wolffe’s date is running late, and he finds himself wondering if he made a mistake.

A.N: This is my first Wolffe fic and I don’t know what I’m doing, so I figured I’d keep Part 1 short and sweet. I know typical Wolffe fanon sees him as more of a hard dom (I mean, I get it and I’m here for it…) but I wanted to take a softer approach with this fic.

Shout out to the reader who requested “Anything with Commander Wolffe where he is just a sweet kind flirty date?” 

Word Count: 687 (I’m shocked I was able to write something shorter than 2.5k words lmao)

Warnings: None, just fluff and first date awkwardness.

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Wolffe was beginning to regret this decision. 

Dating… matchmaking? He didn’t have time for any of this. There was still much work to be done— endless stacks of reports to review and approve before he could finalize his men’s reassignments and discharge orders. It turned out that even winning the war could not put an end to all the paperwork.

He drummed his fingers on the table and scanned the busy roof-top cafe, looking any sign of his date. The glass-domed dining room was lush with exotic greenery, which provided a surprising amount of privacy to its patrons while giving the space a vibrant tropical feel, despite the cafe’s location high in Coruscant’s skyline. 

“So what are you looking for, Commander Wolffe?” the matchmaker, Sander Loris, had asked him when they met in the the RTL offices. 

Wolffe didn’t have an answer for Sander then, and he still wasn’t sure now. 

He had visited RTL Matchmaking in an apparent moment of weakness, after meeting his brothers for drinks. Cody and Rex were both enamored and gushing about their new partners, and even kriffing Fox couldn’t stop smiling and messaging his partner the whole night. Wolffe had left that night, wondering what if.

And so here he was, several weeks later, sitting in possibly the nicest space he’d ever set foot in, waiting for a mystery date who was running late. He shifted in his seat, tugging awkwardly at his new civilian clothes. It still felt weird to wear civvies, but Cody had insisted that Wolffe wear something appropriately casual to make the right impression, instead of his officer’s uniform like Wolffe had planned. 

Not that it mattered, because she still wasn’t here. 

He glanced around the room again before looking out the window. The busy afternoon skylane traffic was nearly obscured by the decorative vegetation lining the windows, and he absently wondered where all those people were going and how they spent all their free civilian time.

“Commander Wolffe?” A light voice at his side snapped his attention back into the room. 

All lingering reservations Wolffe held about this date evaporated quickly when he saw you standing near the table, smiling hopefully at him as you awaited his response. Your smile ran him through instantly, just as your voice had cut through the soft murmur of the cafe. 

Wolffe shot up from his seat a bit too suddenly and stood straight and at attention, as if summoned by his General. “Ma’am,” he said stiffly and just barely managed to stop himself from saluting you. Instead, he held out his hand to you in a casual greeting.

You smiled and chuckled as you took his hand and insisted he call you by your first name. 

Wolffe repeated your name, and it did not escape his notice how warm and soft your hand was, and how neatly it fit into his. 

“Please, call me Wolffe,” he added with what he hoped was a charming smile as he released your hand, but his voice still felt stiff in his own ears.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wolffe. And I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. This is really not how I wanted to start things, but an unfortunate emergency at work delayed me,” you winced apologetically as you sat across from him. “Even when I’m done with work, it never seems to be done with me.”

You laughed nervously and he couldn’t help but smile at the endearing sound. “Ah, yes. I’m all to familiar with that feeling.” 

You visibly relaxed at his words and flashed a smile even more brilliant than the last. “Well, even so, I’m glad you didn’t bail on me.”

“Oh it takes more than that to scare me off,” Wolffe replied quickly, holding your gaze as a crooked smile curved the corner of his mouth.

You looked away first, with a bashful little smile, and diverted your focus to the menu. 

Oh, that one…that was his favorite smile so far. He made it his goal for the evening to get you to give him as many of those as could get…

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #Wolfpack #prompt response

[loth-wolffe]

Do you think we could get “ i guess somewhere along the way, i fell in love. and i don’t know how it happened, or when, but… “ with Rex, please? I read a really heart breaking fic with him last night and could just really use something sweet and fluffy with a happy ending. If not, totally fine! :)

@generaldumbbitch kindly asked: could i request rex x jedi reader with the prompt “I've been trying to talk myself out of it." "Then talk yourself into it."

Do I wanna know?

(if this feeling floats both ways)

Pairing: our precious blonde captain x jedi!reader.

Word count: 1,6k not proofread you know the drill.

Warnings: mutual pining and yearning come with their own warning. this is a lil bit of a slow burn I think ?? the use of sir is neutral in this house. mentions of rex touching himself 👀 but nothing explicit okay it's a safe space here.

It wasn't usual for Rex to get injured, but it hasn't been one of those days where he got minor scratches, maybe a few dark bruises here and there but most of the time he has been untouched.

Today, though, war has been rougher than usual, a deep cut was found on his side that he doesn't know how he got, face covered in small, little cuts and he could still taste the blood from his split lip.

Which had led him to you, in a way, as he looked for supplies he ended up finding you, and in your stubborn nature you had offered to help him clean his wounds, with a racing heart and fluttering butterflies he had no option but to let out a rushed "yes sir."

After properly applying bacta on his side, you take extra care with his face, skilled hands softly pressing the wet cloth on the wounds. He doesn't hiss, nor shows discomfort, only flinching occasionally, as if he was too familiar with the feeling, too used to the pain it brought.

Amber eyes find you sometimes, as he takes quick glances he hopes you don't notice. He takes a good look of you, the way you bite your lip in concentration, your furrowed brows, how your hair looks, the little necklace hanging from it's hidden place under your robes.

"Is there something on your mind, Rex?"

Sometimes he forgets you're a Jedi, a General, his superior, when he has you so close, this close, and when your hands brush together when he hands you whatever, his heart beating loudly in his ears, mostly when you touch him, your hand on his shoulder or back, on his forearm or waist when you pass by and to move him in the slightest.

He forgets the most at night, when he thinks on where else you could touch him, in how your lips would feel against his, your hands exploring his body and his name falling from your lips in a state of delirious bliss. Shame crawling back into his mind right after as he remembers again who you are, always out of his limit but he can't find it in himself to stop, not when you look at him like that.

"Nothing, General." He finally admits, a lie he hopes you don't sense but you do.

Pulling back to assess him, he already misses you, you give him a look, one that tells him you're not impressed.

"No need for formalities, I have already told you that." You give him an easy smile, one that feels like melting his insides and turning into a puddle.

Only you have the power to leave him nothing but helpless. He's not sure he hates it.

"Sorry, Ge–" your pointed eyes make him chuckle, quickly changing the rank for your name. You give him your most charming smile and he's left hypnotized, sucking a breath when you lean over again, going back to tend his wounds.

He's got it bad for you.

"So?" You ask, in the simplest of murmurs, as if speaking any louder would break your concentration.

"So?" He echoes, confused, warm eyes never leaving you and when your eyes meet, he blushes slightly.

There's something about the intimacy of it all that leaves him this I don't know what in his chest that makes him feel like a cadet all over again.

"The thing you want to tell me, what is it?"

"I don't–" There is something in your eyes he feels drawn to, magnetized by the color of your irises and the emotions they try to shield from him. Rex sighs, he knows there's no way around this, and he wonders if this was your plan all along, to corner him somewhere and casually urge him to confess. "I've been feeling something," he eventually mumbles, eyes looking forward to the door, he's not sure he wants to see your expression.

There's this little mhm that leaves your throat, and he can see from the corner of his eyes how your attention falls in the cut on his forehead. Your eyes flicker to his.

"I wanted to ask you..." he thinks, if you feel the same? "for an advice." He doesn't wait for you to answer, already knowing you're willing to help him out, like you have always been. "There's this– someone." You stop your movement, surprised for a moment and he finds that your unreadable expression makes him anxious.

There's no turning back now.

"And I'm not sure they feel the same, so I've been trying to talk myself out of it, and–"

"Then you should try to talk yourself into it."

You sound so sure, he's sincerely surprised. He watches you go back to the task at hand, the cloth trying to remove the dried blood from his skin.

"You think?"

"We need more love in the galaxy Rex, there's been too much pain these days to stop ourselves from feeling anything but something that resembles it, don't you think?"

He frowns, taking in your words and he supposes you must be right, you're a Jedi, at the end of the day, wiseness is something you have by default, isn't it?

"I guess."

There's a silence that follows, where it's just you working and the rumble of the machines. It's not awkward, per se, but it's not as comfortable as it was when you first begun.

"It's you," he says after a while in the most casual tone possible. He's got nothing more but his life to lose.

You take a step back, looking at him with confusion written in your face, and his hands are shaking with all the emotions he's trying to put at bay. He can't take it back. Not now. He's never been one to stand down from a fight.

"I–" he clears his throat, "the one I have uh, feelings for. I guess somewhere along the way, I fell in love." He finds your eyes, and there's nothing in them that calms him down. He panics, an awkward cough leaves his throat and he feels his neck and ears burning. "With you. And I don't know how it happened, or when, but I, I, I do."

Before he gives you a second to react, he's already standing up, probably opening the cut from his side with the action.

"I apologize if this is too unprofessional, I should probably head out and–"

"Wait," it's a whisper, and it could be humiliating the power you hold over him if it wasn't for the excuse in the back of his mind that reminds him he was bred to follow orders. "You don't want to know what I have to say?"

He hesitates, torn between wanting to know, if the gentleness in your tone and the barely-there smile you're giving him is something to go by, or not wanting to know for the possible consequences of whatever answer your might give him.

If you don't love him back, he doesn't think he'll be able to live with it, much less with how close you and his General are, always working together and Maker, Cody is never going to let him hear the end of it.

But if you do, he could be court martial if anyone finds out, but that's nothing compared to you being casted out from the order. He knows their ideals, he has heard enough from the Commander, you could be torn away from everything you know. He's not worth it, he knows. Compared to everything your life is, he's nothing.

Yet, he nods.

You walk towards him, closing the distance that separates you, Rex wishes you didn't, he can never think straight when you're so close, hence the predicament he finds himself in.

When your hand cups his cheek, he flinches, he has never felt anything close to soft against his skin, always the end of someone's knuckles, the steel of some droid, the heat of a blaster shot. Never something so tender as someone else's hand, slightly calloused by the arduous training of the art of holding a lightsaber and the constant firmness in your grip that these unrelenting times need you to have.

Your eyes fall on him, analyzing his expression that lays so vulnerable in his face when there's nothing that helps him mask it, he seems timid, and like he was about to brace for a punch that never comes.

"You know," your voice serene, warm, and he doesn't understand why, how in the middle of all this, buried in corpses and hands dripping with blood you still find a way to shine so bright, to illuminate a path for him in the chaos of everything and anchor him back. "If you weren't so ready to sprint back to your quarters, I could tell you that I'm in love with you too."

"You are?" You smile, warmed by his naiveness, and he gulps when he sees your eyes flickering to his lips.

"I thought I was obvious," you try to explain, the amused glint in his face warms his cheeks, "I've been flirting with you since I met you, Captain, what took you so long?"

"You were?"

You chuckle, pressing the lightest of kisses on the corner of his mouth, a peck, soft and sweet for him to crumble down at your feet. He feels light-headed and you have barely done anything.

"Are you going to kiss me, trooper?"

He nods, licking his lips with anticipation, taking a moment to learn by heart the gleam in your eyes, and the little marks of your face, and the shape of your lips, and everything that makes you, you.

Rex smiles lightly, closing the gap between your bodies with a single step, his own gloved hands cupping your face.

"Sir, yes sir."

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[tanyawritesstories]

Better Than Cake | Fives x Reader

I know it's been a long time since I published. I only have a few fics left that I've written a long time ago that I will publish before I quit writing on here to focus on my novel. I'm sure I'll pick up writing fanfiction at some point or just publish short stuff in the meantime. But enjoy this delicious fic 😋

Word count: 3k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (F receiving), phone sex, mutual masterbation, reader's birthday, Fives is a menace

•••

You were in the middle of sipping your caf when a message from your boyfriend came through. He was currently somewhere in the outer rim, him and Echo had been sent on a specific stealth mission. He hated not being home for your birthday but that was life in the GAR. You were out having a birthday breakfast with a few friends who you also planned on spending the rest of the day with. They knew Fives wasn’t home to be with you and planned everything out so you wouldn’t be lonely. You clicked the button to display on the side of your holodisk. Fives had sent a message as well a video.

Happy birthday to my precious girl. :) I’m sorry I can’t be home with you so I made this video for you instead. Careful, the eels are out. I should be home in hopefully a few rotations. I love you, cyar’ika. - Fives

You smiled at his message, the one line making you giggle. ‘The eels are out’ was your and Fives’ code phrase for: I’m sending you a sexual picture or video, don’t open it until you’re alone. The silliness of it always made you laugh though. You put the holodisk away. You would wait until tonight when you were home by yourself to watch the video he sent you. Before you read his message you assumed it would be something cute like him singing happy birthday to you or something like that. But now you knew the content was much more R-rated than that, and you were excited to see what it was.

Fives never half-assed anything, especially your birthday presents. Last year he somehow managed to confiscate an entire suit of red Coruscant Guard armor, which he then changed into and proceeded to roleplay the fantasy you had about being arrested and “interrogated” by him. You had lost count of how many orgasms you had that night. You weren’t sure what had spurred him to make your presents sexual experiences he could give you, but you were sure it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t have credits lying around to spend on you. So he got creative. Not that you were complaining one bit. Sex with Fives was always mind blowing but he seemed to up the antics on your birthday. Sadly he couldn’t do that this year, so his present was whatever was in that video.

The rest of your day went by fast and exciting. After breakfast your friends took you shopping, you weren’t a huge fan of just going from store to store looking at stuff you would never be able to afford but your friends made it fun. You almost got kicked out when one of your friends found a 212th themed bikini and promptly said with a straight face: “can you imagine Commander Cody wearing this?” Which caused all six of you to burst out laughing super loud. They only took you to a couple stores, one being a lingerie store where they said their birthday present to you was they’d pay for anything you wanted to buy. Naturally you picked a couple sets you thought Fives would like as well as some comfy looking night slips.

It was around eleven at night when you finally got home, slightly buzzed from the liquor you consumed with your friends after you saw a holofilm. You had had a good day even if through most of it your mind was dwelling on what was in that video. Fives would send it to you in the morning, he knew that would make you think about it for the rest of the day. He was teasing you even without being there! You unpacked your purchases and set your dinner leftovers in the fridge. You were about to head into the refresher to take a nice relaxing bath when your holodisk lit up with another message.

You home yet, love? You really should watch that video as soon as you get the chance ;) - Fives

This little shit. You were starting to think he was monitoring you somehow. You grabbed the holodisk and sent him back a quick ‘whatever you say, dear’ message before heading into the bedroom. You made sure to draw the shaders over the viewports before sitting on the bed and opening the video. It started with Fives close to the camera, having just pressed record. He was wearing only his blacks and you could see his armor stacked neatly off to the side. It appeared that he had gotten his own room on this mission, you knew he had to have enjoyed that.

"Hey baby," he smiled, stepping a couple feet away so you could see all of him. "When I'm recording this for you it's currently midnight the day before your birthday but by the time you see it it will be your birthday."

The camera was set at about your height so you were getting your usual view of him. You noticed the bed behind him and how the covers had been pulled off. "In a couple minutes I'll move the camera so you'll get a better angle of me, but I've got to set up the rules first," he said. Leave it to Fives to want rules in a recording you were watching, you weren’t even with him and he was bossing you around. “I’m sorry I’m missing your birthday right now, I know you’ll tell me not to worry about it but still. So babe, this is my birthday present to you. I’ve thought and planned long and hard about this, so I hope you enjoy it.”

You watched as Fives pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it somewhere. He picked the camera up and moved it over by the bed. He set the stand high enough that you were looking down on the entire bed. You wondered what he was going to do as he laid down and got comfortable. “First rule: no matter how tempting it is, do not touch yourself unless I tell you to,” he said. Your mouth dropped open, well that’s unfair. “If you aren’t already laying back on your bed, go lay back, get comfy.”

You scooted back and used a couple pillows to prop yourself up. “I’m thinking about the last time we fucked, just before I left on mission..” he trailed off. Images flashed through your head of the night before Fives left. You could feel heat blossom between your legs from the thought. His left arm rested above his head and the other moved from his stomach down, down until it was between his legs. He slowly began palming himself, light gasps escaping his lips. You watched intently and could see the outline of his dick through his blacks as he hardened.

He teased himself over his pants for as long as he could. “Alright baby, you ready to see?” His voice was husky and deep and oh so sexy. He grabbed the waistband of his blacks and slowly pulled them down. “Look, nothing underneath, just the way you like,” he said. You could feel saliva pooling in your mouth as Fives pulled his bottoms off and you saw he didn’t have any briefs on underneath them. He took his cock in hand and slowly pumped it a couple times, he thumbed his slit, smearing around the precum that leaked out. You heard yourself whine as you watched him pleasure himself.

“Just thinking about you makes me so hard,” he groaned. “Can’t wait to get back to you, so I can fuck your tight pussy.” You bit your lip, your thighs rubbing together, why had he made that rule about no touching when he was going to make it this difficult. Fives moaned, the delicious noise going straight to your cunt. “Baby,” he moaned, “take your shirt off, and your bra. I’m imagining those beautiful tits…” You set your holodisk on the bed beside you and hurriedly whisked off your shirt and bra.

Fives pumped himself quicker, letting out grunts and groans in between the intense dirty talking he was doing. “I bet you’re dripping, yeah? I bet you’re completely soaked through the panties you’re wearing,” he growled. “Take off your pants, find out how wet you are. But don’t you dare touch yourself.” He squeezed his tip a little, his eyes had since closed and his breathing sped up. You slipped your pants off and saw the dark patch on your panties, you whimpered. Why did he have to torture you like this?

“Soaked aren’t you? I figured as much,” he said breathily. “I bet you wondered what happened to the panties you wore before I left? I ones I made you cum in before I ate you out.” Come to think of it, you had noticed that they had gone missing, but you assumed they were somewhere in the laundry. Fives reached under his pillow and pulled out the panties you had worn that night. Your mouth dropped open and you could feel more slick seep out of you as he lifted them to his mouth and licked. This sneaky little bastard.

“They still taste like you,” he chuckled. His hand was speeding up, jerking himself while he mouthed at your panties. “I’m close..” You cursed out loud, trying your damnedest to not touch yourself. “Alright,” he breathed, “Panties off, now.” You’d never taken any item of clothing off faster. Lying bare on your bed you watched your boyfriend draw closer and closer to his release. He took your panties into his other hand, the fabric providing a new feeling on his cock. “Fuck!” He shouted. “Touch yourself now, babe. Rub that pretty little clit for me.”

Your hand shot down between your legs, immediately finding your sopping wet center. You swirled your fingers around your clit in tight harsh circles, moaning along with your boyfriend. “C’mon darling, get yourself off with me. I’m going to cum before you-” He was cut off by his orgasm and you watched as he gripped himself tight, ropes of cum jettisoning out and onto his chest. He moaned loud and you whimpered, sliding two fingers inside. He panted, eyes still closed, as he came down from his orgasm. He cleaned the cum off his chest with your panties, an action that made you moan.

“Let me help you reach your peak, baby. Close your eyes and listen to my voice,” he instructed. You let your eyes flutter closed as you listened to Fives’ deep and sexy voice guide your actions. “Imagine it’s my fingers, baby, and my tongue sliding through your folds.” You threw your head back and let out a high pitched moan. “If you wanna cum you better listen, keep those eyes closed. Do you want my cock in you right now, baby girl?” You moaned out a ‘yes’ not even caring that he wasn’t there, he made it feel like he was.

“You’re desperate for me aren’t you?” He said. His voice seemed to have changed the way it sounded, it was more clear somehow. It was probably just a glitch in the camera's mic. “You would do anything to have me there with you, wouldn’t you?” You found yourself moaning ‘yes’ over and over as your legs started shaking. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered. His voice sounded so close. Had your holodisk shifted closer to you on the bed?

A hand wrapped around your ankle and you screamed. Your eyes flew open and both hands flew to cover your mouth. Fives stood at the end of the bed, your ankle in his hand and a smug smirk on his face. “Screaming for me already?” No wonder he had sounded so close. “Fives!” You scooted yourself off the end of the bed and wrapped your arms around him, crushing him in a hug. He was wearing only his comfy sleep pants that you had gotten for him. Your breasts pressed into his bare chest and he radiated heat. “How-when did you get back?”

“Four hours ago,” he answered. “Echo and I hurried our mission along so I could be home. Happy birthday my love.” You gave him a quick and passionate kiss. “I love you.” Fives took your hand, the one you had been using to pleasure yourself, and stuck your fingers in his mouth; sucking your slick off of them. “Can I give you the rest of your birthday present now?” You smirked and nodded, letting him push you back on the bed. You pushed yourself up so your back was resting on the pillows again. Fives slid his pants off, revealing his impressive erection. You bit your lip as you watched him crawl up the bed and settle on his stomach between your legs.

He placed kisses on your inner thighs, nipping and sucking on the flesh. You whined as he got closer to your center, finally parting your folds and licking a broad stripe up your cunt. After that, he dove in. You gasped loudly as Fives devoured you, his tongue circling and sucking on your clit. His beard scratched and scraped across your skin but you enjoyed the pain that came with pleasure. His two fingers teased your opening before dipping inside. He fingered you slowly but ate you out fast. Your hand wove through his hair and nudged his head closer, even though he was already buried in your pussy.

Fives groaned at your taste, lapping at the juices dribbling out as he pumped his fingers in you. He’d had sweets that didn’t taste as good as you. He sped up the pace of his fingers, curling them and hearing you almost scream with pleasure. He scraped his teeth across your clit and your hips bucked into his face. You could feel him smirk against your folds. “You getting close, baby girl?” You could only nod as Fives continued to ram his fingers against your pleasure point. He sucked your clit into his mouth, letting his teeth graze it as he pulled away. That was enough to shove your body over the edge. You threw your head back, nearly hitting the headboard as waves of ecstasy rolled through your body.

Fives worked you through it, stopping when he knew you were getting overstimulated. He gave you time, watching lovingly as you came down from your high; slicking up his cock with your juices while he waited. You opened your eyes and saw him waiting, cock in hand, slowly stroking it as if to keep himself occupied. “It’s your birthday, baby. How do you want me?” He asked. You patted the bed, urging him to lie down next to you. You removed the pillows keeping you upright and laid down, Fives joining you. You faced each other lying on your sides, sharing one pillow with him, your face inches away from his.

“Just like this, nice and slow,” you answered him. He groaned at how good it sounded. Your lips connected, deep and passionate. There was nothing fast in your motions, you wanted this to last. Fives pulled your body tight to his, lifting your leg over his hips and lining his cock up with your entrance. You wrapped your arms around his back and held him close, placing gentle kisses on his neck. You gasped as he slid inside you all the way. Fives grunted, your warm heat enveloping him, he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. You whimpered as he began moving, stretching you out perfectly with his slow thrusts.

“Ah, fuck you feel good, baby,” he whispered. You laid your head against his chest, hearing his accelerated heartbeat and you held him tighter. “You feel good too, Fives. I love the way you’re stretching me right now, ahh, you are so good…” you said quietly. Fives smiled, kissing your head, “I love you, baby.” Times like this were rare, normally sex was always rushed at least a little bit. Whether it was because he was due on mission any time or because of your job. It was heaven to be able to lie with no space in between you, going slow, able to feel everything intimately.

Fives increased his pace ever so slightly, brushing against that spot inside you again, always going deep. You were able to feel every inch of him, every vein brushing your insides and drawing you closer to another orgasm. “Fives I’m...I’m close,” you whispered. He let out a breathy moan, feeling you tighten even more around him. “M-me too, mesh’la. Can I go a little faster?” You nodded against his chest as he started pistoning his hips into yours. Moans fell from your lips and your nails dug into his back. Fives managed to reach a hand between the both of you and stroked over your clit.

You came after a few seconds, biting lightly on Fives’ neck. He groaned deep as you tightened hard around him and with a few more thrusts he released his seed inside your warm, tight walls. You held each other close, your bodies sticking together with sweat and chests pressing together as you regained your breath. You leaned up a little and kissed Fives on the jaw. “I love you, Fives,” you said into his neck. He sighed happily and kissed your forehead before leaning down and kissing your nose. “I love you too, Y/N.” You both laid in silence for a few minutes before Fives breathily laughed. “What is it?” You asked, looking up at him. “I just realized I didn’t get you a cake...” he said.

You giggled. “That’s fine, you didn’t need to get me a cake. This was better.” You nestled your head into his chest, getting comfy as you felt him soften inside you. He hummed, smiling and wiggling to get comfortable. He rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so you were laying on top of his chest. He looked down at you and brushed hair out of your face. “True,” he said, “your pussy tastes sweeter than cake anyways.” You gawked at him and laughed. “Fives!”

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[kckenobi]

Okay I could not resist any longer. For the comfort prompts: “just breathe. breathe with me.” with hurt Obi-Wan and caretaker Anakin? YOU’RE AMAZING THANK YOU 💕💕💕

“just breathe. breathe with me.”

you know I couldn't resist mixing some search-and-rescue whump with claustrophobic obi-wan. thanks for the prompt!!

It was almost dark when they finally dug him up.

The building had gone down that morning—a rogue bomb had triggered a sinkhole, bringing the whole Republic base to the ground in a matter of seconds. Only a few troopers had been inside, thankfully. The medical team fixed up the survivors as they were found, while Anakin led the rest of the troops in the search.

But by sunset, there was only one person unaccounted for.

"Status report, Commander."

Anakin approached Cody, who straightened immediately.

"Still no sign of General Kenobi, sir," he answered. "There's an area of the rubble that's particularly thick, and it's blocking our scanners. It's possible he's down there—but we haven't picked up any life signs yet..."

"Well, do better, Commander. "Possible" isn't good enough."

If Cody was taken aback by the sharpness in his tone, he didn't show it. He offered Anakin a stiff salute. "Yes, sir."

"Sorry, Cody. That was..." He exhaled. "I'm just worried."

"I know, sir."

"Yeah." Anakin ran both hands through his hair. "But I shouldn't use that as an excuse. You're trying your best. We all are. And he's—he's your..."

He didn't finish the phrase. Sensed Cody probably didn't want him to anyway. But it didn't matter, because suddenly they were both whirling around as a trooper's voice called out:

"We've got him, sir! He's here!"

And then they were both running.

The trooper was holding a scanner over the rubble, and it was all Anakin could do not to rip it from his hands. Anakin dropped to his knees and tried to probe through the ground with his mind, searching for a familiar life Force. And yes—it was weak, but it was there.

"I can lift the rubble away," Anakin said.

"Sir, respectfully, any movement should be approved by the engineering squad; the mass is unstable, and might collapse—"

"Fine, then. Show me which rocks to move. But do it fast," Anakin snapped, then huffed. "How far down is he?"

The trooper consulted the scanner. "About 10 meters, sir."

"And his air supply?"

Neither Anakin nor Cody missed the trooper's hesitation. "It could depend on a number of factors," he said cautiously. "It's...in our best interest to move quickly."

"Roger that."

And so Anakin and Cody began distributing orders, mobilizing the rest of the team and planning the most effective movements. Obi-Wan had always excelled at this sort of thing, Anakin thought—at leadership in the midst of disaster.

If only he were here now.

When he'd gotten approval from the lead engineer that the rubble was ready to move, Anakin pulled Cody aside.

"Commander...there's something else," Anakin said quietly. "When we pull him up, have a medical team ready. But no one else. There's...well, we want to give him space."

And so, even knowing Obi-Wan would be furious, he gave Cody the abridged version—how Obi-Wan wasn't fond of being trapped.

He couldn't bring himself to explain why.

"Sir, can I ask one question?"

Anakin nodded.

"General Kenobi told me once...well, how his Master died," he said. "Does this...his aversion to being confined...does it have anything to do with...?"

"Yes."

Cody nodded.

They left it there.

Anakin could feel the troopers watching him as he closed his eyes, their awe and neat disbelief rippling through the Force like waves. He used their hope, their light, to harness it now—to begin to lift the rubble.

The time passed quickly—at least for Anakin. When the sounds of the troopers' voices began to fade back into his consciousness, Anakin lightly set the rubble down and opened his eyes, unsteadily rising to his feet.

And then he heard the coughing.

"Sir," Cody said. "We've uncovered him, but the rubble on either side is unsteady. We have to extract him quickly."

"Send me down," Anakin said.

And he didn't wait for an affirmative.

Anakin rushed to the edge of the pit he'd created when clearing the rubble, peering over the side. Then, he leapt down into the crevice.

"Obi-Wan!"

Anakin pushed back some more rocks he'd been advised not to move, and slid beneath a slab of concrete. And there, coughing into his dirt-caked sleeve, was his Master.

Obi-Wan was sitting with one leg outstretched, bandaged with a piece of his tunic to quell the bleeding. The other knee was pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around them tightly. His face was coated with dirt and blood and ash, his eyes wide.

He was breathing fast.

"Hey," Anakin said, relief and worry flooding him all at once. "There you are."

"Anakin. I--" His voice was more of a rasp. "The air—I still can't—"

"You're okay. Hey, you're okay." Anakin sunk to his knees and reached for Obi-Wan's wrists. "We found you. And we're gonna get you out."

Obi-Wan nodded. His eyes were dull. "Please."

Anakin pretended not to notice how his voice broke.

With a quick squeeze of Obi-Wan's arm, he crawled back under the concrete slab to call up to the others.

"Got him!" Through the dust, he could just make out Cody's face up above. "You can toss it down!"

A few moments later, the rope landed in front of him.

Anakin crawled back to Obi-Wan. His eyes were closed, and his breathing sounded more like a wheeze.

"Hey. We're gonna help you up, but you need to breathe. Breathe with me, okay? Nice deep ones."

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Can't."

"Yes, you can. Listen to my breaths, and--"

"No, I can't." He swallowed, wincing. "Hurts."

Oh. Anakin looked him over. If he was breathing shallowly, and the air was thin in here...

"Are you dizzy?" A nod in response. "Think you can crawl through there, then stand?"

A shrug, then a nod.

"Okay. Now your knee doesn't look good, so take your time with the crawling. After that...I've got you. You'll be fine."

He sounded sure. He wished he felt sure.

The crawling was painful for Anakin to watch--Obi-Wan's breathing came harder and more ragged until at last he popped out on the other side and rolled to stretch his leg out again. It looked like it had started to bleed again, too.

"There we go," said Anakin. "Hard part's done. You ready to get out of here?"

Obi-Wan seemed to be beyond talking at this point. He offered just another nod.

The rope had a few knots and a loop at the bottom, a place for Anakin to put his feet and somewhere to grab. Anakin tugged to let Cody know they were nearly ready, then turned back to Obi-Wan. He was still on the ground. Eyes closed again.

"Don't go to sleep on me now, old man," Anakin said. He went around behind Obi-Wan, reaching under his arms. "On three. You try to stand, I'll lift. One...two..."

Obi-Wan cried out as he put weight on his leg, and soon enough Anakin was holding him up almost entirely. They hobbled over to the rope again, and Anakin got them situated. Then, he tugged the rope one final time.

"See?" Anakin said. He was holding Obi-Wan up, and Obi-Wan's head lolled against his shoulder. "I told you I've got you."

He nodded into Anakin's tunic. And up they went.

Both of them tumbled to the ground the moment they reached the top.

"Medics!" Anakin called out, even as they already rushed forward. Obi-Wan cried out as they turned him over. There was a stretcher nearby, and Cody waited behind it. He couldn't even fathom the willpower it took Cody not to rush straight to Obi-Wan's side. Force knows I don't have it.

Kix and the other medics lined Obi-Wan's sides, to where was lying on his back. "Sir, we're going to lift you onto the stretcher."

Obi-Wan hummed. "Thank you."

The first two words he'd uttered since they'd first found him. As the medics lifted him, Anakin winced at the sharp breath he choked out.

"Kix--the base was destroyed," Anakin said. "Do we have enough medical supplies to--"

"Affirmative, sir. We don't have a lot to spare, but we have enough," Kix replied. They began to push the stretcher toward the ship. "My first assessment indicates the leg wound isn't deep. Potential fracture in the ankle. And probably a punctured lung."

"Sheesh, Master, you weren't kidding--you really couldn't breathe," Anakin said. "I thought you were just panicking."

"That too."

The subtle humor took Anakin by surprised, and he looked down to the stretcher. Obi-Wan gave him a small smile.

"Thanks for coming for me," he said softly.

"Obi-Wan," Anakin replied. As the stretcher moved along, Anakin reached down and squeezed his shoulder. "You know I always will."

comfort prompts

in case anyone was looking for the other fics in my claustrophobic obi-wan head canon:

the lift // six feet under // ray shields

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my fic #prompt #hurt/comfort prompts #whump

[the-last-kenobi]

I love your writing so much!! If you’re still taking requests, could you do 9 with Obi-Wan and Anakin?

Thank you!! <3 And of course! I hope you enjoy.

From this various prompts list.

Set after The Wrong Jedi arc. And it’s way... way longer than I meant it to be. Whoops. I told myself, make this one short. Actually a prompt fill. And then I laughed at myself and wrote a fic and I don’t know exactly how long it is because I was too scared to look at the word count.

I tagged it as long post so I hope those of you who aren’t in the mood for my rambling bs are as to skip it!

I will add a reading cut when I get my hands on a laptop.

_

When Skywalker stormed into the training bay, his fists clenched by his sides, troopers scattered out of his way like silver-fish before a Bloodfin.

Even without Force-sensitivity, it was impossible to miss the potent fury rolling off the young General in waves, almost visible on the air, scalding anyone who got too near. His eyes glided right over the Clones, however, and fixed on a single figure standing alone on a mat, performing a slow exercise.

Anakin strode over to the edge of the mat and stamped his foot on the edge, twisting it a few inches just as the other man’s foot came back down from a stretch. He slipped. At the last second he caught himself, turning on the spot to regain his balance.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan spoke calmly, as if nothing had just happened. As if his friend wasn’t glaring at him with rage and disdain.

“A duel,” said Anakin, in a tone that brokered no argument.

General Kenobi’s face tightened slightly. But he nodded graciously and summoned his lightsaber to his hands, drawing backwards towards the opposite wall and raising his blue blade in a low Soresu opening.

Skywalker waited only half a second before launching himself at the other man in a blur of blue light and red-hot anger.

Cody, watching from the wall, clasped his hands behind his back as he watched the two Jedi spar at bewildering speeds.

Dizzying swirls of colliding blue light. Last-moment maneuvers, a blade hot as a sun missing moving limbs by inches. Skywalker always on the offensive. Kenobi always giving ground.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly as his entire body trembled under the weight of a blow that could have removed his head from his shoulders had he not blocked it; his own serenity seemed to shrink in the face of Anakin’s fire and desperation.

There was a blur of motion, and Skywalker stood triumphant as Kenobi crashed to the floor with the younger man’s saber an inch from his chest.

Obi-Wan stared up at his friend. “Solah,” he whispered.

For a moment more, the scene hung suspended. The lightsaber burning close, too close, to Obi-Wan’s vulnerable body, Anakin looming over him with anger in his eyes.

Then Anakin turned and stalked out of the room, leaving his former Master on the floor with a faint scorch mark on his pale tunics.

“Sir.” Cody strode over to his General immediately and helped him to his feet, watching him wince, feeling a surge of helpless anger at the nagging realization that he had never anticipated a time when his General would be hurting because of Skywalker. “Sir.”

“Cody,” the Jedi said wearily. “I need to get up to the bridge.”

“You need to see Hoop,” said Cody, referring to the 212th’s medic.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. We’re still two days out through hyperspace and we need to find a way to make contact with the ground troops on Ryloth before we go barging in.”

Cody clenched his jaw but assented, knowing that there was no dissuading his General, not now. He had just one more thing to say.

“General.” He waited until Kenobi looked at him. “You threw that fight.”

Obi-Wan inhaled slowly, a look of what his Commander recognized as pain — grief — flickering behind his blue eyes. “Anakin needed the win,” he said quietly.

=

The second time Anakin Skywalker stormed into the training bay, everyone moved aside to watch even before Obi-Wan had turned around to greet his former apprentice.

Men from the 501st and the 212th, thrown together on this joint mission as if to both aggravate and soothe the hurt of Ahsoka’s departure, stood side by side and watched as their Generals flung themselves into the fight as if lives depended on it.

As Kenobi let Skywalker take the offensive. As he let Skywalker come to the edge of victory again and again and then held him off at the last second.

As Anakin’s rage grew, as he began to resent Obi-Wan for dragging the battle out and denying Anakin the victory he craved and deserved. Holding him back as always.

As for the second time Kenobi threw the fight in a way that Anakin didn’t notice.

Letting him walk off with his rage dispersed for awhile, the relieved and triumphant victor, while the bruised and shaken loser climbed to his feet and went back to work with an air of gravity around him. As if Obi-Wan had absorbed the weight of his friend’s anger and carried it like a shroud.

Maybe he did.

=

The third time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by punching Obi-Wan in the face.

The fourth time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by burning his leg from hip to ankle.

The sixth time Anakin confronted Obi-Wan, he won by pressing his foot down on the other man’s throat almost to the point of unconsciousness.

The eighth time, he won by knocking Obi-Wan’s lightsaber from his hands and driving him back against a wall with his own saber at Obi-Wan’s neck.

=

“You have to stop,” Hoop said.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He... needs this.” A hiss escaped his lips as the medic dabbed bacta along the abrasion above his eye, the bacta he had tried to say he didn’t need.

“He needs a therapist and an ass kicking,” retorted Hoop, disregarding standard respect. He didn’t care about protocol in general, and certainly not when his General turned up every other day — usually dragged in by Cody — with bruises and cuts and strained muscles.

Obi-Wan only shook his head again.

=

Cody, Rex, Hoop, and many of the others had hoped that the battles on Ryloth would serve as a good outlet for General Skywalker.

They did.

But it wasn’t enough.

Fighting what felt like a futile war for the planet’s freedom, being back on Ryloth yet again, and the gaping hole in the 501st where Ahsoka had once stood only seemed to drive Skywalker’s pain upwards. And for Anakin, all emotions led to rage, eventually.

He could not stand the depths of his emotions, the dark days, the low times. If he was not happy, he chose rage over sorrow.

And there was so much sorrow.

=

There was a two-day reprieve after the campaign on Ryloth. Temporary victory had been purchased yet again with the blood of the natives and the GAR, and the 501st and 212th departed for another campaign halfway across the galaxy at once.

And for two days there was time to rest and think.

And then Anakin stalked into the training bay again. Not finding Obi-Wan, he waited for him, and as soon as the older Jedi entered the room, raised his lightsaber in an Ataru salute.

=

The thirteenth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, they dueled for over three hours, and both fell exhausted to the ground.

The nineteenth time, Anakin left Obi-Wan with a leg broken in two places. Cody had to physically restrain Hoop — and himself, frankly — from jumping General Skywalker and throttling him.

The twenty-eighth time, Obi-Wan’s guard slipped, and Anakin’s saber drove straight through Obi-Wan’s thigh. A mirror image of the wound Dooku had inflicted on his other leg, a lifetime ago it seemed, back when they had been on the same side.

Were they still?

Anakin’s face had dropped with shock at the injury, and before any of the men could react, he had picked Obi-Wan up in his arms and rushed him to the med bay.

And then the Council called to speak with Kenobi privately, and Anakin’s rage and hurt against them for their role in handing his Padawan over to the authorities rose up again like a serpent reading to strike.

The thirtieth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, he fought with his left hand, as if taunting his Master that he was still superior.

The thirty-sixth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, the older Jedi fought back, taking the offensive just long enough that it seemed he would be victorious — and then something in Anakin’s face broke. Grief and dismay were revealed in the cracks of his wrath, and Obi-Wan retreated again, and then fell.

The fortieth time Anakin challenged Obi-Wan, he was met with silence.

Anakin stared, his saber already lit in his hands, as Obi-Wan stood up slowly from where he had been meditating.

He dragged himself to his feet like a man on the verge of collapse, but he was as irritatingly graceful as ever, composed, serene. Anakin’s hands tightened on his weapon.

“Well?” he prompted.

Obi-Wan said nothing.

He looked down at the floor, and some of his burnished, ruddy hair fell over his eyes, concealing his face from view. Anakin waited impatiently. A strange feeling rose inside him, something nauseous and uncertain, and he did not want to know what it was.

“Well?” he demanded more aggressively.

Obi-Wan swallowed hard and looked up at him.

And Anakin was struck by how small his Master looked.

Shorter than him by a few inches, yes, but somehow that larger-than-life quality that hung about the man had fallen away. He looked tired. Beaten, humbled, hurt — like a child, like a man driven to the edge and then over it without anyone pausing to take notice of his fall.

His blue eyes were shattered by unshed tears.

Anakin recoiled.

“I can’t,” Obi-Wan croaked. His voice was tight as a wire, strained with the effort of holding back tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Anakin. I... I’m too tired to be your emotional punching bag today.”

“Obi-Wan—” said Anakin, not even knowing what he was going to say, and stopped there.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan repeated. And he sounded it. Looked it. Was dripping remorse into the air like a sky about to storm. “Please. If this is what you need, I can keep doing it, but I just need today. I need a day to breathe. And — and if you’re —”

A tear trickled down over one cheek and into his beard. Then another.

Anakin was watching with his expression frozen between anger and shock.

Cody leaned forward as if about to spring. Rex’s hand settled on his shoulder.

“If you just need more time, I’ll give it to you,” Obi-Wan whispered. “But if you’re angry enough to strike me down unarmed... do it. I don’t — I don’t want — I can’t —”

Cody jolted under Rex’s grip.

And still, Anakin’s saber blazed in his hands, casting Obi-Wan in blue light, reflected in his shining eyes.

“I can’t,” Obi-Wan said helplessly.

Anakin hesitated.

Conflicting emotions ran across his face one after the other, grief chasing pain chasing anger chasing despair chasing rage, like shadows passing over deeper waters.

He raised his saber a little higher.

=

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[esamastation]

Oooh, what a New Years' Treat, thank you ! It's love to see your take on Cody travels back in time, for Obi Wan first, and Fix the timeline second

Obi-Wan is in the process of dusting his outer robes off and wrestling with the wistful thought of taking a shower, when there's a buzz at his cabin door, short and perfunctory. 

Blinking and looking up, Obi-Wan stares at the door for a moment – no one buzzes a door on a spaceship the size of the Negotiator, not without comming first to check to see if he was actually in his cabin, and no one had. Strange. Maybe a clone with an issue, one who'd seen him retire for the night cycle?

"Come in," he calls and then, recalling that there's several inches of metal in between and sound likely wouldn't even carry, he walks to the door controls and opens it.

It is a clone behind his door – his new commander, even. "Cody?" Obi-Wan says, a little surprised. They'd just bid their goodnights on the bridge not half an hour ago. "Is something the matter?"

For a long moment the clone commander stares at him, his lips parting slightly, his eyes widening. Something is wrong, Obi-Wan sees it – and then, concentrating, feel it. Cody looks surprised to see him, and he feels… shaken, even shocked.

"Sir," the clone says, strangled, and then just stands there.

Obi-Wan considers the potential scenarios that might lead the Commander to calling upon him at the turn of the night cycle, and like this too – without calling ahead, just coming to his door. It couldn't be an official issue, it couldn't be dangerous to the ship or any kind of transmission they might've gotten, Cody would've commed Obi-Wan, surely. It has to be something else, something urgent enough that it couldn't wait, and… private enough that he didn't want to use comms.

Drat. They've been in space for what, five days? Do they have issues already? Already?

"Dear me," Obi-Wan murmurs and then moves aside. "Come in, Commander. I'm afraid I have little to offer in the way of hospitality, but I can certainly brew a strong cup of tea, if that's necessary. Come in."

That makes the Commander startle, his shoulders coming up and then going down again. There's visible hesitation before he steps in. He's trembling and Obi-Wan feels a dawning dread as he closes his door and then firmly locks it, turning on all privacy settings.

He's only been working with the commander for a short period of time but he can tell a man with a certain mettle when he sees one, and Cody's is made of durasteel at least. Whatever could've happened in such a short period of time to make the man shake?

Cody stands in Obi-Wan's cabin, radiating unease and uncertainty, and Obi-Wan lets his instincts from years of teaching Anakin take over – he directs the man into a chair. "Take a load off, breathe in and out, and let go of your anxiety. Whatever it is, we will deal with it."

Cody sits, staring at him with an alarming mixture of wistful hope and utter dread, like he's the man's only hope. Obi-Wan turns away to get the tea, pretending to himself he's giving the man and his emotions some privacy, when in fact it might be he himself who needs a moment. It has been a while since anyone's given him such an worrisome mixture of emotions, and – stars.

Obi-Wan knew something of what war was like, he knew some of the horrors inflicted upon those who fought in it. Abuse was a plague of many military forces and he'd braced himself for the possibility of it infecting his, too. It was bound to, with the difficult origins of the clones – already there is prejudice. But not, not this soon.

He makes the tea, and Cody accepts it with hands that have finally stopped shaking.

Then the man says, quiet, almost inaudible, "The last words Qui-Gon Jinn said to you were about Skywalker. Promise me you will train the boy. He is the chosen one. He will bring balance. Train him."

Only thje fact that it feels like every muscle of his body suddenly gets frozen keeps Obi-Wan from dropping his own cup of hot tea right in his lap. "W-what?" he says. "How do you – "

"You told me – will tell me a couple years from now," Cody says. "We were trapped under some rubble and you couldn't shift it with the Force without risking further collapse. It looked like a slow death, we thought we were either going to suffocate or die in a collapse once there was no other chance and you would have to use the Force. We said our goodbyes, just in case, and you told me about Qui-Gon Jinn, how much the words plagued you. How much you wished he'd said goodbye, a single word to you, anything that acknowledged what you had."

The hot tea spills over Obi-Wan's fingers, and he hurriedly sets the cup down, not taking his eyes away from the obviously shaken clone.

"I'm sorry," Cody says, looking down at his own cup, fingers curled all around it. "I thought it would be the best way to – to prove it to you. It's not something you'd admit, unless under duress and to someone you trust. You said so yourself, so…"

He trails away and the silence that follows feels like the strangest sort of catharsis Obi-Wan has ever felt. It's like a weight has gone off the clone's shoulders – and Obi-Wan fears it landed on his shoulders instead.

"I – told you. Couple years from now?" Obi-Wan says, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, how – did you – did you see this on your mind, or –?"

Cody looks up at that, meeting his eyes. "No, it wasn't a vision, I'm not Force sensitive. I lived through it. And a lot of other things – about a decade's worth of things," he says. "It was a Force artefact Sidious created, a last resort kind of thing, just in case. I –" he stops and then draws a breath, bracing himself. "Sir, I'm from the future."

He doesn't feel like he's lying, is the strangest thing. "Cody, we just met on the bridge, it wasn't even a full hour ago –" Obi-Wan says, wondering what on earth could've happened in thirty minutes!

Cody blinks at him, slow, and there's something strange about the way he's looking at him, like he's… drinking him up, trying to memorise every detail. "Probably, yeah. Happened to me ten years ago, though, I don't remember. I just – it just came to, I came here, it was…" he glances at his bracer, just long enough to check the chrono, and then goes back to staring at Obi-Wan. "Fifteen minutes ago. When I realised where I was, and that you'd probably be here… I came straight to you."

Obi-Wan swallows. "Well, I am – utterly gratified by your trust in me, but…" he trails away, eying the man with confusion and trepidation and – he's not sure what else. There's so much emotion coming off the man that Obi-Wan can barely manage his own disquiet apart from it. "Why?" he asks. "And who is Sidious?"

"The Sith Lord – Dooku's and Maul's Master. Vader's too," Cody says, plainly, like he isn't suddenly spouting the sort of intelligence Jedi Shadows haven't literally been dying to figure out. "The mastermind behind the war – and us clones. He wins, sir. That's why I'm here. To, to stop it."

"Oh," Obi-Wan says, his voice quiet. "I, uh… I think I will need you to tell me – everything. From the beginning. Can you do that for me, Cody?"

"For you, sir, anything," Cody says vehemently, sending a shudder running down Obi-Wan's back he's not sure is fear or thrill. He can feel his own back straightening at the feel of it, and draws a quick, soothing breath, which does nothing to quell the rapid beating of his heart.

Stars only knows what he'd done to earn the man's faith and loyalty, but by Force, he's going to try to live up to it.

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[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XX

Part I - - - - - - - - - - Part XVII - - - - Part XVIII - - - - Part XIX

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

“I want you to understand that what we’re going to ask of you is entirely beyond the scope of duty and therefore completely voluntary. You are more than free to refuse participation, at any point, with absolutely no consequences.”

Deep within the Healing Halls best-kept medical secret, Eights quelled beneath the full might of the GAR’s highest and most lauded Generals. Yeah I’m sure whatever they ask I’m going to want to say no. Honestly, what kind of soldiers have they been working with?

“What can I do to help, sir? Sirs?”

“I know this might be shocking, but we have reason to believe the GAR is...compromised.”

“Sir?”

Eights thought furiously. This wasn’t about the healers who were hiding them, or the Jedi his battalion never received, or the decommissioning he had escaped. This was bigger.

The General Windu spoke calmly, “We suspect that you may have been trained or conditioned at some point without your knowledge to unquestioningly follow orders, orders that would usually be beyond what you would typically obey. With your permission, we’d like to try and activate that order in a restrained environment in order to gain more information, with the hope of finding a way to help the troops resist.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t understand. You’re just going to give me an order and ask me...not to obey it?”

General Koon nodded (General Koon! General Koon and General Windu were talking to him at the same time!). “In a manner of speaking, yes. But it’s possible that the order will do more than that. The only way we believe this could possibly work” Koon glanced to the man at his side. “And we...do believe this threat is real, is if you suffer from some form of brainwashing. Activating it might cause irreparable brain damage. Activating it might damage or kill the parts of you that make you you. Even if it doesn’t- the ideal scenario is we find something- an intentionally designed tumor perhaps- and surgically remove it. And brain surgery also has its own risks.”

Eights swallowed around a lump in his throat. 

“And this is something that could be going on with...my entire batch?”

General Kenobi winced. “The entire GAR I’m afraid. Every clone.”

The General of the 212th! Commander Cody’s General was here! Talking to him! Telling him existentially terrifying ultra classified intel!

The trooper stared up from bed in disbelief. If anyone besides three of most respected generals in the entire GAR (not including Buir Ti) was telling him this he would accuse them of bantha crap fear-mongering, if not outright treason. Instead he was just...outraged.

“What would the order make me...us...do?”

Windu took a deep breath. “Attack us. Try and kill the Jedi.”

“I would never.” Eights straightened up even further. “We would never betray the Jedi- it’s- never. We were made for the Jedi and even if we weren’t- you’re the only ones who treat us with an ounce of respect.”

“No one is questioning your loyalty,” the kind Mon Cal healer (whose name he had never asked for fear of getting her in trouble if this ward was ever discovered) said, obviously trying to sooth him. She spoke with heart-breaking earnestness. “The fact that you would never choose to obey such a command just makes the possibility of something forcing you to do so that much more horrifying.”

“How would something like that even get in our heads? The longnecks designed us to serve the Jedi, why... I’m sorry Generals. I didn’t mean to get out of line.”

“No need to apologize. You have every right to be angry about this intrusion, as well as any number of things,” General Kenobi reassured him, smiling sadly. “We don’t know to what extent the Kaminoans are involved with this plot. Not precisely.”

Eights nodded, clenching his one remaining fist. “I’ll do it. Whatever you need from me. I can’t let my brothers have something this big looming over them without any intel.” I’m not exactly front-lines material anymore anyway.

“Are you sure?” Mace Windu’s eyes seemed to stare into his soul. Eights stared right back.

“I am. When do we start?”

It didn’t take long to shave the soldier and connect a number of glowing vital readers to his skull. He was ushered into a chambered observation room with what appeared to be a sfaraday cage hastily built around it. 

“Alright, whenever you’re ready.” Bant (Master Eerin apparently, but she told him to call her Bant) said.

“I’m ready, sir.”

“Let’s start off small, see if we can learn anything without fully activating the order.”

General Kenobi took in a deep breath. He looked calm, but Jedi always did. The General took in another breath. Kriff, two deep breaths. That’s Jedi for freaking out, isn’t it? Right?

Fuck.

“Does Order 66 mean anything to you?” General Kenobi braced himself, staring intently at the trooper in his seat. 

Eights wracked his brain furiously. Sixty-Six...that was...

“It’s...a little familiar? Sorry sir, I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere but...I can’t recall.”

“That’s perfectly alright trooper, not to worry.”

A Twilek healer he didn’t recognize spoke into a micomphone from the other side of a transparisteel window. “His frontal lobe might be lighting up a little, but it’s nothing abnormal, and not enough to triangulate for anything intrusive.”

After several variations on the same question as well as a number of scans of different ‘levels,’ the questioning escalated to orders, as well an extremely uncomfortable mock fight that he would probably tell his grandchildren about, provided he survived today, and also was allowed to have grandchildren.

Still, Eights couldn’t quite recall ever learning an Order 66 and was starting to relax, thinking the whole thing was some sort of horrible separatist lie.

They left him alone for an uncertain amount of time before returning with-

“Quickdraw?!” Eights jumped up at the sight of his commanding officer arriving via hoverchair, nervously saluting with his left hand.”I didn’t know you were here!”

“Just got out of bacta. My spine’s not quite what it used to be after the blast,” the lieutenant responded wryly. “At ease, Eights.”

“Our apologies again for waking you prematurely,” General Koon said softly.

Quickdraw waved the General off. “I’m honored you did. For something as serious this- well I’d hardly forgive myself if I just slept through it.”

Quickdraw locked eyes with Eights. “I’m supposed to try giving you ‘the order’ now- General Kenobi suspects that as your superior officer, I might be authorized to trigger whatever the hell the longnecks put in our heads.”

Eights swallowed hard. “The longnecks, sir?”

“Who else?” Quickdraw asked in a tone drier than Jakku. He spun in the chair to face General Koon. “How are we doing this?”

After a brief discussion, the troopers ended up on opposite sides of a sound-proof transparisteel divider, an comm channel open between them. Eights plugged his ears and gave the order first. And giving Quickdraw an order was almost but not quite as weird as giving an order that would apparently make him try and kill Jedi.

Nothing happened and they swapped, this time with Quickdraw using a waxy covering to block his hearing.

His lieutenant stared at him straight through the clear divider and ordered him to execute Order 66. This time he finally remembered his training, and realized he was woefully outgunned. Oh well, he was a good soldier.

Eights stood up. The only visible change in his expression was a widening of his pupils. There was no malicious intent palpable in the force- he didn’t even look angry- just determined.

He lunged at the Jedi next to him, only to hit an invisible wall. He threw himself at the barrier desperately while the traitor backed out of the room and escaped. The wall finally dropped, but it was too late, he was locked in.

Sighing, he picked up the chair with his one good arm, slamming it repeatedly at the door frame. Good soldiers follow orders.

On the other side of the observation window, Quickdraw stumbled back horrified, reaching for his ears before hesitating. General Koon softly tapped his shoulder and indicated they should leave. 

“I’ve got a location.” Master Che said quietly as the lieutenant was ushered into an antechamber and the activated trooper continued to beat at the door. “It’s a small but clear patch lit up like the festival of lights- I don’t know why it didn’t turn up in scans but...I’m as confident as I can be. Worst case- it’s a small enough area that removing the grey matter shouldn’t...well it won’t kill him. It’s enough to go on for microscapel surgery.” General Koon nodded, then tilted forward, weight falling heavily in his palms on the counter before him.

Vokara rested a hand gently on his back “...I was hoping it wasn’t true as well.”

Master Koon flinched away. “I am sorry and glad to say you do not understand my feelings on the matter. I think...my apologies but I need some time to meditate.”

“Of course.”

Koon rushed out. After a moment Master Windu stepped in, radiating similar distress as Master Koon. Master Kenobi followed, looking grim but also happy. 

‘Oh I’m glad Koon isn’t around him right now,’ Healer Che thought wryly.

Perhaps sensing the mood, Obi-Wan sobered. 

“I’m sorry it’s just- I didn’t actually see the order get activated. Of course I believed it wasn’t a choice- and I’m obviously not glad that anyone’s will could be taken so easily-”

“You don’t have to explain anymore,” Mace offered quietly. “I can understand why seeing this would be something of a relief, all things considered.”

The Head Healer nodded in agreement before taking charge. “Kenobi, go in with Eerin and help her sedate him. I’ll prepare for surgery.”

“Wait- shouldn’t we try other permutations first? It’s possible that once activated, a clone might be able to order a superior officer-”

“And it’s also possible that if a lieutenant is activated, the entire army will turn,” Mace snapped. Obi-Wan bent his head, chastised. 

“Right. Yes. I’ll go- find Bant.”

An extremely long hour later, Master Che returned from surgery. Masters Mundi, Koth, and Yoda had left to and fulfill the other thousand and one duties of a council member not unravelling a Sith conspiracy at the heart of the Republic, while Master Aerdo had been dispatched to talk with Quickdraw as well as some of the other troopers in the hidden Medical bay. 

“It’s a chip,” Vokara said grimly. “Native biological material, but clearly a chip. Like you would find in a droid. Far more complex than any slave chip I’ve ever seen, and no explosive component. It would only turn up on a level five brain scan. I didn’t even think to run it before- it’s overly invasive and typically useless.”

The reduced meeting crumpled at the sight of the infinitesimally small object of control, carefully encased in a stasis slide and placed delicately on the conference table.

Proof of Obi-Wan’s future, a future that the group thought they already believed.

“We should get Master Nu,” Adi Gallia said quickly, “We’ll want our top researchers analyzing it as soon as possible.”

Koon nodded sharply. “Agreed.”

The Tholothian Master stood, “I’ll go at once- we should probably keep any mention of this off comms.”

As Master Gallia swept out of the room, Plo Koon wrenched his gaze from the stasis slide to face the healer. “Master Che, what is Eight’s status?”

“Unconscious and restrained, but he should wake up soon enough. It...might not be a bad idea to have another Jedi nearby when he does.”

Koon and Che left the room, taking the chip with them and conferring quietly.

Obi-Wan leaned forward, elbows on the table and face in his hands.

Master Windu exchanged a glance with Anakin. 

Finally Obi-Wan spoke, tentatively addressing Bant, “Could it be possible for someone...besides a clone to be chipped? If Palpatine had access to them as a child...”

Bant drew back, gaze flickering to Anakin. “I- we would have to study it more-”

Anakin interrupted, shifting in his seat. ”Master- what did I do?”

“It- it wasn’t you. It wasn’t you anymore that the person who fired on me was Cody.”

Bant exchanged a glance with Mace, before clearing her throat with a soft gurgle. “Perhaps we should leave the two of you alone to talk this through.”

The Mon Cala Healer stood and exited rapidly. Windu exchanged a glance with Skywalker before he left. “Talk through everything, understood?” Anakin nodded.

The door shut, leaving Master and Padawan alone. “I feel like I’m missing more than two and a half days,” Obi-Wan muttered wryly. “I don’t remember you three having a non-verbal communication system consisting of eye-contact alone before.”

Anakin chuckled once then immediately grew somber, picking at a loose thread in the sleeve of his robe. A thousand thoughts were swirling in his head, and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I- did I hurt you? Is that- is that why you stabbed me, you thought you were defending-”

“I did what?!” Obi-Wan paled, jumping up from his seat.

Anakin winced. “It’s nothing, that’s actually not important. I’m healed anyway so forget I mentioned it-”

Obi-Wan moaned, stumbling backwards over the fallen chair. “Of force- when you were trying to save me- I had a blade. I cut you down-” He tripped backwards, collapsing to the ground.

“Master!” Anakin lurched forwards, but the older Jedi scrambled back.

“I forgot my spray bottle in there,” Bant whispered outside the door. “Do you think it’s too late to go back for it?”

Mace peered subtly through the small window in the door. “Yes. They’re already on the ground. I think they’re both crying.”

“It’s been less than a minute!”

“Yes.”

“...We should go.”

“Yes.”

Unaware of their muffled audience, the two continued their conversation.

“Don’t- don’t touch me!” Obi-Wan gasped, back hitting a wall. “I don’t- I don’t deserve-”

The young knight reared back, falling from a crouch to his knees, “Is this...about the Tuskens again?

Obi-Wan blinked in confusion. “The Tuskens? What about Tuskens?”

“You don’t...remember?” The air grew cold and Anakin forced himself to continue, “What- what we talked about in the cave?”

“What we- I-” Obi-Wan thought furiously. “...Anakin. What did...what were you apologizing for in the cave? What- what did you think we were talking about?”

“Oh gods.” Anakin paled now, shuffling back.

“What are they doing now?” Bant asked the taller Master.

“They’re taking turns chasing each other back and forth on their hands and knees. They both look like they’re seconds away from passing out or throwing up.”

“I...is this a human thing?”

“No. What? Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know! Do you think this is how they usually talk to each other?”

“I think perhaps they don’t talk to each other, and that’s why they’re like this.”

“Right, right... I really want to hear what they’re saying.”

“Hm. I don’t.”

“Why are you also standing outside the door then?”

“I want to be ready to intervene if they start trying to kill each other.”

“FORCE”

“Quiet!”

“Sorry. Sorry. You think they fought then? In the...other timeline?”

“...It would explain Obi-Wan’s shatterpoint remnants better than anything else.”

“Not to mention the spice.”

“I thought we were politely ignoring the spice.”

“...and then I brought her back to the homestead for burial.” Anakin bowed his head, tears streaming against his will. “I thought...Master I know I can’t fix this but I’m sorry- I already stepped down from my position as General so I wouldn’t be in a position to kill anyone else- I need you to forgive me.”

“Oh Anakin.”

“What? What happened?” Bant asked urgently. 

The Master of the Order appeared unruffled in the force and human visible light, but the tips of his ears were heating up in infrared. She stood on her toes to see in.

“Oh- they’re hugging? Seriously? That’s what you’re embarrassed to see?”

“They’re clinging to each other like younglings. It’s undignified for a Jedi Master and Knight”

“Alright that’s it- we’re going. I really don’t think Anakin’s going to jump from crying and hugs to murder.”

Unaware of their newfound privacy, the two inside withdrew from their embrace, still sniffling slightly. 

“Thank you, Master,” Anakin said in a shaky tone. “I swear I won’t let you down, I’m going to do better.”

“I know, my padawan, I know. I’m going to be there to help you this time, I’m not going to leave you alone with- well I’m not going to leave you alone.”

Anakin smiled wetly at Obi-Wan’s careful avoidance of Chancellor Palpatine’s supposed Sith alter ego, refocusing on Obi-Wan and making intense eye contact.

“What did you think we were talking about?”

Obi-Wan looked down. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered. “It- it never happened.”

“Ori’vod, please. You- you mentioned younglings. I did something else unforgivable didn’t I?”

Obi-Wan smiled but didn’t look up. “And i forgave you anyway. Even when I thought your apology was just a fantasy. But it wasn’t, it was real, and- and the people actually are unmurdered so...it’s not worth talking about it.”

Anakin bit the inside of his cheek, gut roiling. “You...really think I might have a chip in me?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped up. “I...don’t know. I didn’t even know that Cody had a chip in him.”

“You just...were suddenly betrayed by everyone.” 

“Not...everyone. Most who refused to fall in line were executed, of course, but there were a few senators who stood with the Jedi, secretly.” 

A new wave of cold terror passed over Anakin. “What happened with the other senators?”

“Like I said to the council earlier, from what I heard they cheered Palpatine on. Thunderous applause.”

“That’s not what I mean- Padme, Was Padme alright?”

Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands, shuddering.

“Anakin- I don’t know what to tell you,” he said in muffled voice. “I don’t want to deceive you but- things were dark. If I tell you everything now, I’m afraid of what you’ll do.”

Anakin winced. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I’m not...evil. I just...I messed up, and I want to make things better.”

Obi-Wan sighed, and pulled Anakin so they were seated next to each other in a mirror of the false peace a few days earlier. Anakin leaned into his Master’s side, feeling the cold retreat. “You’re not evil Anakin, but what you did to the Tusken village wasn’t exactly a small thing. I- look- Ad’ika-”

Obi-Wan hesitantly placed an arm around Anakin’s shoulder and the cold retreated a bit more.

“If the council accepts my plan, we’re going to have time together over the next few weeks, to talk more about...everything. We’re going to end the war- save everyone. I know the cave wasn’t what either of us thought it was, but it still meant the galaxy to me. I love you, no matter what...and that conversation, what you said. Well, it gave me the strength to go on, to do what I needed to.” Obi-Wan froze. “Not my, um, self-inflected injuries- that’s- obviously that wasn’t your fault-”

“You thought you were hallucinating. I know.” Anakin smiled, feeling honestly amused at the absurdity situation for the first time. “I’m going to mock you for that for the rest of our lives, you know that, right?”

“I look forward to it.” Obi-Wan smiled.

A vise that had been clenched around Anakin’s heart since he broke down the door to their apartment finally relaxed. “You really weren’t trying to kill yourself,” he sighed happily.

“I was attempting to stay alive. Honestly concerned about dehydration. I wanted to stay in the daydream, but I knew I couldn’t. And part of that was because you gave me the strength to keep going. Sorry I did such a bad job honoring that but, well. You know. Thank you, Anakin. For saving me twice over.” Obi-Wan’s voice was utterly earnest, though it was a touch more embarrassed than he was used to after the single day of utter unrestraint. 

Anakin’s eyes welled up. “I’ve been- I hated that you would just leave like that, give up-”

“Never Anakin,” Obi-Wan vowed. “I will never give up on you, or this galaxy.”

He twisted so he could throw both arms around his padawan.

“I swear by everything I am I will keep going. It’s... in my nature but gods is it easier with you besides me.”

“Even though i’m a child murderer twice over and once removed?” Anakin joked weakly, clinging desperately to Obi-Wan’s presence.

Obi-Wan shuddered. “Too soon, Anakin. Too soon.”

Part XXI

#star wars #my au #star wars au no 27 #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au #starwars

[wolffe-simp]

A Sass in the Ass (Fluff?)

Note: I honestly had so much fun writing this, despite a cat in my lap so enjoy!

Warnings: Sass Overload, Sass-off, damn Wolffe roll those eyes harder, just a bunch of clones being kids, just a bunch of kids being clones, (Y/N) about to throw hands, Chaotic!Clones, few swears

(Y/N), Fives, Tup and Echo decide to wake up on the sass train and cause a little mayhem on base, what could possibly go wrong?

To most people, everyday is just another day, yesterday was then, now was today and tomorrow is just lurking around the corner. Nothing was special about time when it came to the lives of normal people, they just lived life as they usually did, in the safe, protective shadow of the Republic army. They lived without the knowledge that they were in fact, relying on a bunch of bloody children in mens' bodies. As they lived their normal lives, somewhere among the towering building of Coruscant, lay the clone barracks, a place that seemed quite from the outside until....you walk through its front doors.

"Get back here!"

"Who ate my kriffing yogurt?!"

"Ew, she licked me."

Chaos erupted in the mess hall, many voices overlapping each other, each sentence as chaotic as the last and in the midst of it all was a certain commander who quite frankly, was so done with everyone at this kriffing table. Cody stabbed at his food while Tup wrestled with (Y/N) who was trying to lick the tear tattoo from his face after he said "pfft, you wouldn't lick me." to which proceeded to the female proving otherwise.

Fives was ranting and raging about his toffee yogurt going missing which (Y/N) had brought him from her homeworld, which Dogma had snuck under the table and was currently eating. All while Waxer and Boil chased Kix around the hall, trying to stop him from killing Echo over a joke about people paying electricity bills and life support to which the 501st medic flew into a rage but Cody wasn't entirely sure what had been said. So he just blankly stared at his troopers chasing Kix, chasing Echo, wondering when he would have to stop babysitting them all. He wanted to just walk away, take his food to his room and scream into his helmet but he knew he couldn't leave them unattended, because General (Y/N) was far from capable of being the "adult".

"Ack! Gross! That was my ear!" Tup suddenly shrieked.

(Y/N) jumped away from him, spitting, gagging and making dying noises as her fingers clawed at her tongue. It seemed that the general and Tup had been wrestling sloppily enough for the female to accidentally lick the inside of the arch troopers ear. The sight, almost made Cody crack, almost.

"Why did you move your head? Ew, it tastes so bad, Tup you are definitely not a yummy boy." (Y/N) cried dramatically, causing Fives to stop his ranting about his yogurt.

"Exqueeze me?!" Fives squealed dramatically, putting a hand on his hip and clicking the fingers of his other hand while his voice went up and octave or five. "I don't know who you think you are but my vod is scumdidilyumptious, you harpy."

"Harpy! That's not what yo donor was saying to me last night."

"Bish, that man is dead, Windu went all Queen of Hearts on his ass and said OFF WITH HIS HEAD."

"Damn, must have just been one of your hotter brothers."

Just as Cody was about to slam his head on the table, a tray of food was suddenly slammed down in front of him, causing the commander to lift his head. At the sight of Wolffe's face, he couldn't have been happier, maybe with the other commander here, things will start to calm down. Wolffe was joined by his troopers as well, Sinker, Boost, Comet and Warthog. The pack was well known for their composure effectiveness and sometimes their.....PHUT!.....explosive anger.

Warthog had barely sat down when an empty yogurt pot came flying at his head, hitting him square in the head. His head snapped in the direction of a now terrified Dogma, the two staring one another down until Warthog suddenly sprung from his seat, chasing a now screaming Dogma from the mess hall, followed by Fives who had now found the culprit to the yogurt theft.

"Wolffe, I beg you, save me." Cody pleaded to his fellow commander.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, stabbing a piece of leathery meat with his fork and shoving it in his mouth. Deep down, he was highly amused by the situation, he and his vods had been watching the chaos from the lunch line, wanting to come and watch Cody suffer under the weight of the chaos.

"Sorry Cody, this just isn't my area of expertise." The 104th Commander apologised with fake sympathy, swallowing his mouthful.

"No, his area of expertise is ending up in general (Y/N)'s quarters." Sinker snickered from next to Boost.

Wolffe groaned and rolled his eyes as Sinker and Boost laughed, thinking of all the ways he could punish them for making that comment.

"Wait, (Y/N) and Wolffe?" Echo panted out, coming to a skidding stop, holding his side from a stitch. "pfft, would never have guessed...."

Before he could say anymore, he was suddenly tackled to the ground by Kix, the action surprising Waxer and Boil to the point where they tripped over the now wrestling 501st troopers, creating a clone dog pile.

"No idea where you are getting your information Sinker but Wolffe isn't my type." (Y/N) huffed from her spot, having recovered from her recent accident with Tup.

"Funny, that's not what you were screaming last night." Wolffe retaliated with a wolfish grin, amber eyes glinting with a mischievous look.

Cody choked on his food, Tup fell off his seat out of shock, laughing along with Sinker and boost who were in absolute hysterics while Comet just looked on in confusion, clearly oblivious to the conversation because of how focused he had been on his food.

"Funny, you were on the bottom, acting like a puppy getting all the love and attention he had been begging for hours to get." (Y/N) Sassed.

"Your such a pain in the ass." Wolffe grumbled, rolling his eyes again.

"No, I'm a sass in the ass."

"Dank Farrik! Can a man not eat in peace?! Can you all just shut up....for two...kriffing minutes." Cody exploded, finally having enough.

"By the sith Cody! You trying to throw hands? you don't have to be so rude about it, you could have asked us to stop." (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was how Rex walked into the Mess hall to the most blinding sight, mashed potato straight to the face. The captain groaned and wiped the sloppy mess from his face, eyes going wide at the scene in front of him. Kix and Echo were wrestling on the floor, Waxer and Boil trying to pull them apart. Tup, Wolffe, Comet, Sinker, Boost and (Y/N) were all behind upturned tables, using them as cover as food was thrown their way, also throwing food from their positions. Dogma ran in front of him, still screaming as Warthog gained on him, shouting profanities. Jessie, who had been accompanying him, walked in after him and laughed at the scene before deciding he wanted a piece of the action before they were all caught and punished. But what shocked him the most, was seeing Cody standing in the middle of the madness on one of the tables, letting out war cries as he flung food left and right. Most of the other clones in the hall were either taking cover or retreating. Taking inspiration from them, Rex decided to slowly back out of the room and turn tail, pretending that he hadn't seen it, he was so not putting up with this shit today.

#star wars #clone wars #commander wolffe #commander cody #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper boost #reader insert #crack post #chaos #clone trooper kix #arc trooper tup

[bi-naesala]

Cody gets taken care of

The measure of one's worth can't be measured by how useful they are. Despite the work Cody has put into trying to learn this, some habits die hard. Luckily for him, there are plenty of people that care about him and will make sure that he's well taken care of.

(Also on AO3)

Obi-Wan’s having tea in his quarters, enjoying a rare peaceful day on board of the Resolute, when he hears someone knocking on his door.

“Sir?” a familiar voice says. “It’s Waxer and Boil.”

Hearing that, Obi-Wan has the impression that his free peaceful time is about to be cut short. Knowing their troublemaker tendencies, he can only assume they must’ve done something - either that or they need a place to hide from Cody’s wrath.

“Come in,” he says then, already bracing himself.

 When the two step inside, he understands that his worries might be exaggerated: they wouldn’t be this calm if they actually did something - especially Boil, who always gets angry at Waxer for dragging him into his nonsense.

“Something’s wrong?” he asks.

“Sir,” Waxer begins, “We’d like to talk to you about Cody.”

“What about Cody?” Obi-Wan asks, slightly worried now. Did something happen?

“He’s doing it again.”

“Ah…”

Damn it.

It’s a habit that, as far as Obi-Wan can tell, Cody has always had: he’d get up, one day, and decide that he doesn’t need sleep anymore, taking a workload of datapads and other jobs in the meantime, uncaring of his personal health.

At first Obi-Wan didn’t think it was that bad, but that’s only because Cody, the rascal, had been smart enough not to work when he was around, but as they’ve grown closer, he’s been able to see just how bad this kind of behavior can be.

It’s a reminiscence of Kamino, captain Rex told him in private once: the damned Kaminiise have drilled inside his brain that he will be sent back if he doesn’t make himself useful, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Obi-Wan would never do something like that, less than anything because he’s not useful enough; he’d never dream about quantifying the worth of anyone just based on something like that, and he knows for a fact that there are plenty of people who share this kind of view.

 These last campaigns have taken a toll on all of them; they have suffered terrible losses. Obviously Cody feels responsible for them and feels the need to make amends somehow.

It’s a feeling that Obi-Wan understands well: they both have to deal with it, but he’s not going to let all the work he and the rest of the troopers have done to make Cody unlearn this behavior go to waste, not if he can help it, which is exactly what he intends to do.

He needs to find Cody.

  Thankfully, finding him isn’t hard; Obi-Wan expected to find him at the bridge, and that’s exactly how it goes.

Cody isn’t even doing anything at the moment, just surveying everything with arms crossed to his chest, but there’s one particular that feels weird: he’s wearing his bucket, as if he knows his face doesn’t look that great and that someone would come to him questioning his health if they saw it. He must think he’ll get away with it because he outranks all his brothers, so nobody will dare approaching him, but he hasn’t considered that it isn’t so for Obi-Wan, and that he will approach him.

 “There he is, sir,” Waxer points out, Boil on his trail. “What do we do?”

“Just be ready to catch his bucket, and keep an eye out while the commander rests,” Obi-Wan replies, turning to the trooper and winking at him. “I’ll handle the rest.”

 Despite Cody definitely not being in any condition to sense his approach, Obi-Wan still moves carefully, not making a single sound, then, once he’s close enough, he taps Cody’s shoulder. As soon as he turns around, he immediately snatches the bucket out of his head, tossing it to Waxer, who promptly catches it.

Indeed those are two big bags under Cody’s eyes. He looks like he might pass out at any given moment.

“G-General?” Cody stutters, taken by surprise but such an attack.

“Come on, my dear, let’s go,” Obi-Wan tells him, trying to pull his arm in order to make him follow him - of course, he only pulls just a bit, not wanting to hurt him. “Everything’s taken care of. The ship won’t fall apart just because you’re resting.”

“But--”

Obi-Wan feared that Cody wasn’t going to budge, which is exactly what is happening as the commander has the courage to try and assure him that he’s fine - lie - and well rested - even bigger lie. He needs to do something dramatic, something that will make Cody unable to retort.

He sighs, metaphorically rolling the sleeves of his robes up - if he actually did so they would’ve just rolled down again immediately - and he grabs Cody by the waist, hoisting him up on his shoulder, using the Force to keep himself steady - just because Cody’s wearing his armor, or else he wouldn’t have had any problem at all.

“Sir?!”

Cody’s shouting now, face flushed from the embarrassment - it doesn’t help that a few chuckles are beginning to be heard, only to stop when people realize who exactly they’re laughing at, though Boil seems to be having a hard time keeping his face straight.

“See? Your men will keep everything under control. They’ve got you covered,” Obi-Wan says then.

Despite that, Cody  still tries to kick with his legs in order to break free, but he doesn’t manage to do it. It helps that he also doesn’t want to hurt Obi-Wan, so even his kicks are pretty light all things considered.

“Sir, please!” he tries again then, but Obi-Wan doesn’t let him down. Actually, after bidding goodbye to Waxer and Boil, he begins to walk away.

“Obi-Wan! What the kriff?!” Cody tries again, abandoning all sorts of formality.

Still no answer.

 Obi-Wan gets halfway towards his personal quarters when he finally speaks:

“If I let you down, are you going to follow me, or are you going to run away? Think carefully about your response.”

What’s even the point of escaping now, Cody thinks: it’s not like at least half the ship hasn’t seen them, and knowing how prone to gossip his own men are, it’s safe to assume that everyone in the galaxy will know about this. He would even be willing to bet that someone must’ve also sneaked a holo picture or two - traitors, the lot of them.

Still, Obi-Wan carrying him so nonchalantly is something unexpected but also not unpleasant. It’s making Cody a bit hot all over, actually.

“It depends, will you give me a head start?” he asks then, smirk on his face that becomes something softer when he hears Obi-Wan chuckle. It’s something that rarely happens as of late; well, that’s not entirely true, but Cody is talking about his real laugh, not the fake one he usually forces himself to make.

“You’re incorrigible,” Obi-Wan says, keeping walking, with apparently no intentions of dropping Cody, who is quickly to try to make amends for his mistake.

“I was kidding! Obi-Wan, please!”

That makes the Jedi stop; he must be considering it. Eventually he sighs, letting down Cody, who stumbles as soon as his feet touch the ground. If Obi-Wan hadn’t caught him, he would’ve fallen.

… Ok, maybe he should’ve kept being carried, but it’s too late for that. His pride wouldn’t handle it if he asks Cody to take him in his arms again, no matter how much more comfortable that would be.

 Luckily for him, they’re not too far off the general’s quarters… Wait, the general’s quarters?

“What exactly are we doing, here?” Cody asks, almost panicking. Obi-Wan soothes the worries away by kissing his forehead.

“I’m going to prepare you a bath, getting you all nice and relaxed, then you’re going straight to bed,” he replies.

“A-A bath?” Cody asks, looking at Obi-Wan like he’s suddenly grown a second head. This is new for him.

“Yes, a bath. Trust me, it will help,” Obi-Wan promises as he helps him to his quarters. Baths aren’t something he usually indulges on while he’s on the ship, not wanting to waste this much water, but he figures the rest of the men will forgive him if he does it this time. It’s for their commander after all.

 Once they step inside his quarters, Obi-Wan closes the door behind them, locking it. If there’s any emergency, he’s sure they’d comm him rather than trying to get here anyway.

He helps Cody settle on his bed, so he can rest here while he prepares a bath; the commander looks like he’s going to pass out at any moment, and Obi-Wan would rather have him do it on the comfort of a bed rather than on the ground - that wouldn’t be a pleasant experience at all, he knows it.

“Can you manage to stay awake for another while?” he asks, softly, caressing his hair. He can’t help but to smile at the way Cody leans into the touch.

“I’ve managed until now, I can do for a few more minutes,” he replies then. Still, when Obi-Wan pulls away, he can’t help but to be displeased: he was really getting into it!

“Hush,” Obi-Wan mutters, sensing it, kissing the top of his head, “You’ll get your cuddles later, I promise.”

Cody hums at those words, smiling. Yes, he’d like that very much.

 Once Obi-Wan leaves his view, however, he realizes that keeping his eyes open is getting harder by the second, especially now that there’s nobody paying attention to him and can distract him.

Still, he tries his best to keep himself awake, not wanting to miss what Obi-Wan’s preparing for him. He tries to focus of the sound of running water then, but if anything that has the opposite effect of the one Cody was hoping it was going to have, causing him to get even closer to falling asleep.

His head slowly begins to fall down, only for Cody to snap to attention as soon as he notices it. If he had free rein to leave, he would’ve gotten himself some caf - Obi-Wan insists on keeping only a tea brewer in his room no matter how hard Cody insists on him getting a caf machine as well - but he doesn’t trust himself to walk all the way to get some. Besides, he doubts Obi-Wan would let him leave the room in the first place.

 Thankfully, it’s not too long before he hears Obi-Wan’s steps approaching him.

“Sorry it took so long,” he apologizes, helping Cody up. “Here we go.”

As they step inside the fresher, Cody is immediately greeted by a flowery smell, though he’s not able to discern exactly what caused it.

“What’s this?” he asks then, turning his head towards Obi-Wan.

“The smell?” the Jedi asks. “Oh, just some scented oils I’ve found at the market.”

Despite everything, Cody can’t help but to raise an eyebrow at him. Since when does he go around buying scented oils and such? Well, he supposes anything is better than tea - he already has way too much of that.

“They’re supposed to help with meditation,” Obi-Wan says, but after a pause he can’t help but to admit: “And I was also waiting for a… special occasion to use them.”

Special occasion?

“And you’re wasting them for me?”

Obi-Wan’s gaze softens at those words.

“It’s not a waste if it’s for you,” he mutters, taking Cody’s face between his hands and gently pressing their foreheads together. Cody can’t hold back a smile.

“Alright, then let’s try it.”

 Thanks to Obi-Wan, the undressing process is way less sloppy than it would’ve been otherwise - Cody isn’t doing great in the coordination department right now - and once he’s completely bare, he steps inside the tub.

He’s immediately welcomed by a sense of warm torpor that immediately spreads over his body; a happy sigh leaves his lips as he lets the sensation of contentment wash over him like the hot water is washing over his body. The flowery smell is delightful; Cody feared that it would’ve been too much, but it’s actually the perfect amount to be pleasant, not too much and neither too little. Obi-Wan clearly knows what he’s doing.

Speaking of Obi-Wan, he lets Cody bask in the warmth for a moment, before walking to the tub’s edge, sitting on it. He helps Cody clean himself up, massaging the sore muscles with gentle touch; it’s actually getting harder and harder to stay awake, so much that Cody has forgone keeping his eyes open, knowing that it would be a vain effort; besides, he doesn’t need to see now, he needs to feel.

 Once Obi-Wan’s done, he pours some shampoo on his hands and he begins to gently scratch Cody’s scalp.

He smiles with tenderness at the way Cody leans into his touch; good, it means he’s beginning to relax: he can clearly feel the tenseness leave Cody’s body the more time passes, and he can be only happy about it. He deserves to feel calm and relaxed.

“You know you don’t have to do that, don’t you?” he asks softly, as if to not disturb the quiet intimate atmosphere around them. Even though he feels he might be ruining the moment, some things just have to be said, or else anything would ever be resolved and Cody would keep acting the same.

“I know…” Cody replies, voice soft as well. After a moment of silence, he continues. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

Obi-Wan begins to wash his hair, watching the trails of shampoo trickle down Cody’s shoulders. Once he’s done with that, he presses a kiss on the top of Cody’s hair, uncaring of the wet hair.

“We all love and care for you. You don’t need to prove anything.”

“I know…” This time, Cody’s voice is weaker. He’s trying real hard not to make it crack, but Obi-Wan can still sense the effect his words have on him through the Force.

He knows Cody has a lot to unlearn and he knows how hard doing something like that is; it’s exactly because of this that…

“I love you, and I’m proud of you.”

A chocked noise comes out of Cody’s throat, then he raises one hand, taking the one Obi-Wan is still resting on his shoulder in order to bring it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on its palm.

“I love you too.”

 He helps Cody up from the bathtub and brings him a towel to help him dry off.

It’s good that by now Cody uses to keep a spare set of blacks in Obi-Wan’s quarters, because he hadn’t thought about clothes; to tell the truth, he didn’t think about this too much at all: it’s been more of a following his instincts situation.

 After Cody finishes dressing up, they both get comfortable on Obi-Wan’s bed, secured into each other’s arms.

Obi-Wan can feel Cody’s breathing against his chest; it’s getting heavier and heavier. Just as he thinks that he must’ve fallen asleep, however, Cody speaks, or better, mumbles something:

“Thank you. For everything.”

Obi-Wan smiles, caressing Cody’s hair, leaning closer to kiss it.

“No need to thank me, my dear,” he replies, meaning each and every word of it. He’s just doing what is right. “Rest now, you deserve it.”

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300 followers bingo - Waxer/Boil | Supernatural AU

(You can’t escape the Umbara angst)

At first, Boil thought he was going crazy. How else could he explain suddenly seeing ghosts?

He immediately told everything about it to Cody, who offered to get Boil checked up by a medic to see if he had received some head trauma or something, but they’ve found nothing. He’s as healthy as he always has been.

At first, he wrote it off as still having to deal with the loss of so many of his friends and, especially, of Waxer, his light, his everything. Yes, he’s still not over it, but after all, it’s been just a few days after Umbara.

 Umbara…

Boil doesn’t think he’ll get over Umbara.

In theory he’s one of the lucky ones who didn’t get involved into its bullshit, but in a way, this hurts him even more: if he had been there… maybe things wouldn’t have changed, but at least he would’ve died with Waxer, instead of surviving without him.

He should’ve been there, he should’ve…

 “Hey, don’t you even dare think that.”

Ah, here it is again.

Whatever it is that is making Boil keeping seeing his cyare Waxer in the form of a ghost, he would very much like it to stop: he doesn’t know how long he can keep up with this bullshit constantly happening and still maintaining his sanity. Will it come down to decommissioning? Is that what is gonna happen to him? Because he can’t think of any other way he can make this stop - it hurts, it hurts so much.

“Boil…”

The Waxer in his head tries to reach for him, but of course his fingers pass through Boil’s body. What he’d give in order to be as incorporeal as him, or to make Waxer as corporeal as him, whatever. What he’d give to be able to actually feel his touch…

 “Boil?”

Hearing Cody’s voice, Boil shakes his head. “Yes, Commander?”

“You were spacing out…” Cody carefully replies, though it’s obvious that there’s more he wants to say, like asking if Boil’s alright.

“Sorry, got distracted,” Boil replies, clearing his throat and shaking his head. For a moment he entertains the thought of spilling everything to Cody, about how he hasn’t stopped seeing Waxer, but then he decides against it, thinking that it would bring them nowhere. “You were saying?”

Cody sighs, but he doesn’t push the argument further. Boil feels bad for what he thinks is disappointing him, but like hell he’s going to speak about this with him ever again, not when he risks being sent back to Kamino. At this point, he might as well try to live for all the people who can’t anymore.

“Right, so, I was saying…”

  ----

Even risking sounding like an asshole, Boil’s glad for the mess that happens later, first Kadavo - even though none of the 212th was directly involved, they still worried about their General’s safety - and then when Kenobi fakes his death.

That was a rough period, for sure, but at least it made Boil forget about the apparition he keeps seeing, to the point that, for a while, it stops entirely. Maybe it was just the loss that made him see him, his desire for things to be different.

Yes, that must’ve been it, which means that now he can go back to his regular life as a soldier. After all, distractions of that kind can be fatal in battle, and he doesn’t want to kick the bucket just yet, or at least this is what he tells himself.

He kind of misses being able to see Waxer’s face all the time, but maybe it’s for the best. Still, he’s sure he won’t forget him any time soon.

  ----

“… Boil?”

 Where is he?

 “Boil! Answer me!”

 That voice echoes through the empty, dim space.

Is this… a dream?

Yes, it must be.

There’s no other explanation.

 When Boil opens his eyes, in fact, he’s in a sort of void. The only thing he can see is Waxer, who’s standing right in front of him.

Seeing that Boil is finally conscious, or the equivalent of it in this dream world, he smiles. “There you are…”

Boil’s voice wavers as he speaks. “W… Waxer? Is that really you?”

“Of course it is,” the other replies, tone soft despite the teasing words. “Do you believe it’s truly me now?”

“Wait! So it was real?” Boil can’t help but to ask. So he’s not going crazy? He was truly seeing him out there?

Waxer nods, then he puts his hands on Boil’s shoulders. How weird that, despite the fact that Waxer is supposed to be just a ghost, Boil can feel his touch as if he was still alive. Maybe it’s because it’s a dream, and everyone knows that dreams have their own rules.

“I don’t blame you,” Waxer says, a sad smile on his face. “Were I in your place, I would’ve panicked too.”

 “Why, Waxer? Why?”

Boil isn’t able to stop himself from asking, though not even he knows exactly what he’s asking for: why is Waxer a ghost? Why did this have to happen in the first place?

“I don’t know…” Waxer replies, a sad look in his eyes. “I’m so sorry I abandoned you, I--”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Boil immediately cuts him off. Like hell he’ll make Waxer feel guilty for something he would’ve never done if he could’ve helped it. He stretches a hand towards him, something he’s been afraid to do until now, and he cups his cheek. “Ner cyare, I might not know what is happening right now, but I’m certain of one thing: it wasn’t your fault.”

 Waxer can’t hold back anymore, and he presses his lips against Boil’s.

Oh, how much they have both missed this contact. To be able to experience it again feels like a miracle, something that shouldn’t have happened anymore, but this is real, Boil knows it, deep inside himself.

 Dreams are weird, because Boil feels like that, if it was real life, he’d need to pull away for oxygen, but that’s not the case, not here, and so they kiss and kiss and kiss, catching up for all the days they haven’t been able to do it anymore.

If only they could stay like this forever…

 Unfortunately, eventually Waxer pulls away.

“Boil,” he begins, voice low. “There’s a problem.”

“What problem?” Boil asks, furrowing his brow.

“We can’t move on, me and our brothers,” Waxer replies. “Something’s keeping up here, in this plane of existence.”

“What?” Boil asks, confused. “And do you have an idea about what is keeping you here?”

“As a matter of fact, I do have a theory: of course, given the hectic period, it must’ve slipped your minds, but you have skipped your remembrances.”

 … Kriff.

 That’s true: they have forgotten. Well, more than forgotten, they kept postponing it to when they had some actual free time so that they could do things properly, but such a time never came, at least not until recently.

 “So, huh… Could you remind the others to do it?” Waxer finishes, though Boil doesn’t know what to say about this.

“If we do… Are you gonna disappear?” he asks, then.

Waxer’s gaze saddens at Boil’s question. “We’re only able to see each other because I’m stuck in this plane of existence, so… yes.”

Boil knew the answer already, but hearing it coming from Waxer’s mouth still hurts. Of course it was going to be like this. The most selfish part of himself is screaming at him not to do it so that Waxer will always remain by his side, but Boil’s quick to shut that part down: that’s not how things should be. Besides, he can’t help but to think of all the people who have lost their companions during the war; why should he have this while the others suffer? It wouldn’t be fair…

 “Fine,” he manages to croak. “I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, Boil,” Waxer mutters, before kissing his again. It’s different from the kiss they’ve shared a few moments before: it’s slower, more tender, as their lips barely brush against each other.

“Boil… I love you,”

“Wax’ika…” Boil mutters, pressing their foreheads together. It’s taking all his willpower not to cry. “I love you too, so much.”

A sad smile appears on his lips.

“I’ll join you soon, wait for me.”

At those words, Waxer’s expression turns immediately serious.

“Don’t you dare,” he immediately says, looking at Boil straight in his eyes. “I expect to see you here many, many years from now, ok? I want you to live your life to the fullest, understood?”

“Yessir,” Boil replies, able to joke around despite the situation. It brings a smile to both their faces.

 A heavy sigh leaves his lips, then he kisses Waxer again, for the last time. He almost doesn’t want to pull away, but he knows that sooner or later he’ll have to do it, just like sooner or later he’ll have to wake up, so he does.

“Goodbye, Waxer…”

“Goodbye, Boil…”

 “I love you.”

 Boil wakes up.

  ----

All things considered, this could be worse, Boil supposes.

It still hurts like hell, because this time it’s going to be over, he won’t be seeing Waxer again, but at least he’s surrounded by his brothers, shouldering the pain all together. Were he alone, things would’ve probably been way harder.

They all say their remembrances, some loud and clear, others barely whispering it, others yet broken by sobs. Boil’s doing his best to keep himself together, if anything because he doesn’t want his last goodbye to Waxer to be a teary-eyed mess; he deserves better than that.

 This truly is the end then, huh?

 As he says his remembrance, Boil promises himself that he’ll do what Waxer told him: no matter how much it’ll hurt being without his other half, he’ll live his life to the fullest for the both of them. That’s a promise.

 Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, Wax’ika.

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[uponrightful]

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

✨Fanfic Ask Game✨

(sorry this is long, but I know you won't mind too much)

Excerpt From: "Welcome Company" Part 2

The girl poured a fresh cup of caf, smiling at the buzzed, blonde sitting sleepily across the bar from her. Rex had made a surprise visit, more than a week ahead of schedule with more than enough stories to keep her busy and listening for a full weekend. It was one of her favorite things, to sit and sip caf while hearing about the -less gruesome- details of her trooper’s missions.

“-It was hell back there, but at least Anakin didn’t need reinforcements like last time.” Rex shook his head in slight frustration.

A this point she knew about all of the Generals, and almost knew all the clones by name. Of course many had come to see her, but putting names to faces wasn’t always easy. She found that putting names to tattoos and personalities was easiest.

As long as they show their personality.

“I’m glad you survived the Generals antics. Otherwise I wouldn’t get my updates so willingly.” She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of asking Cody to talk about things so willingly. Of course Fives would be willing, but the quality of information was a whole other battle to fight.

“I’ll always come back, as long as you’ve got hot caf on drip.” Rex chuckled, taking a hearty drink from his mug. “I heard through the barracks that you played host to a new guest?”

She smiled almost absentmindedly, looking towards the rocking chair that had sat absent since Commander Wolffe’s overnight stay two weeks ago. “Yes, I did.”

“Angry bastard, isn’t he?” He commented with a light jeer, readjusting himself on the barstool he sat on.

I need to get bigger ones… they’re all too small for the boys.

“I don’t know what to think of him just yet.” She mused, tracing her finger around the lips of her mug, letting the steam coat her fingertips in a dewy sheen. “We didn’t particularly meet.” The look on Rex’s face changed with the drop of a hat, causing her to almost stutter in the attempt to rephrase herself. Whatever he’d heard, apparently didn’t meet up with her divulged information.

“I- I mean we didn’t speak.” She tried her best not to let her anxiety show, but that dreadful stutter had reared its ugly head. “I us-used signs to help him through the house.”

“You wrote out signs?” Rex parroted her with an incredulous expression, seemingly trying to piece together an image of what her nights must’ve looked like hiding from Wolffe and creeping down hallways without him catching sight of her. “Let me see them.”

She nodded timidly, still trying to gain back her confidence after realizing that Rex wasn’t actually mad. In one of the least-squeaky cabinets under the sink, she retrieved one of the black signs, and the chalk that she used to write the signs. Sliding them across the island, her gaze focused on Rex’s softening expression. Her remaining anxiety was slowly dissipating.

“You’re a special kind of patient, you know that?” Rex ran his finger over the white chalk, looking up at her under thick, dark eyelashes.

“He just seemed like the type who would want a different kind of love.” She shrugged her shoulders, feeling her face heat with embarrassment. It was easy to watch from behind the corners of her house, and enjoy to unguarded expressions of her warriors. But hearing any praise directly to her face was almost pure torture.

“All I’ve heard is when the Commander stepped back on base he looked like a brand new man. Even Cody was talking about how Wolffe’s armor looked better than the day he got it re-painted.” Rex paused to take another slug of his caf. “I haven’t seen the Commander… but I’m sure you gave him a kriffing good polish didn’t you?” He chuckled again, taking another hard look at the sign sitting in front of him. “I imagine the poor sap was standing up straighter than a rod with all the attention he got from you.”

“His were particularly rough… but nothing a little elbow grease couldn’t fix.” She retrieved the signs and put it back it it’s place under the sink. “I did use a little epoxy to fill In some particularly deep scratches.”

Rex gave her a wide smile and motioned for her to come over with an arm stretched out. She obliged, and placed herself within arm’s reach so he could pull her into a tight hug. He settled his chin on top of her head, giving a few quick squeezes just to explain all the things she knew Rex couldn’t say. For all the things the Captain could say, the girl knew that many of her boys were unable to speak though many of the things they felt. Instead, they liked touch.

At first, she’d been quite unwilling to oblige them. Feeling much too insignificant to be anyone that deserved any real attention from such important men. But after almost two years, hugs and the occasional request for head scratches or a haircut had become almost essential to her services. Even Rex hadn’t been keen on physical attention towards anyone but his brothers, however that changed after a few terrible nights spent way too late at 79’s. A particularly bloody battle left him beaten and bruised in more ways than one. And instead of coming straight to her, he’d found the door to 79’s and the bottom of a bottle of fire whiskey first. Two days of close attention and a true moment of vulnerability later, Rex became more than a regular. He practically cornered his own room at her house, where she was almost always on call for late-night or early-morning planet-side landings.

“You want him to come back don’t you?” Rex’s voice sounded muffled in her hair.

“I don’t want anything. You know that Rex.” He hugged her tighter with both arms this time, letting out a rough sigh.

“You’re more than deserving of whatever your little heart desires. Maker knows that… and if they don’t, well. I’d be more than happy to let them know.” They both chuckled, and split apart to take another drink of caf.

Only now that question still hung in the air. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the Commander to come back. But honestly, she couldn’t seem to distinguish what exactly she wanted to give him. Or whether or not Rex was talking about the Commander when he’d been oh-so willing to remind them of her own importance. Either option was enough to make her stomach knot. The girl always wanted to give, but had -according to Rex- a bad habit of never taking anything in return. But doing what she did for the troopers, allowed her the opportunity to do just that. The men hardly had anything to give, except a heartfelt thanks upon leaving. And she didn’t have to do anything but help. No transaction if the troopers didn’t desire it, and even then it was always guided by the understanding that they didn’t owe her anything.

“I want to be good.” She smiled, sounding like a broken record to Rex.

“I don’t know how I can make it any more obvious.” He sighed. “I’ve told you hundreds of times that you’re the Guardian Angel of me, and my vod.”

The girl felt another rise of heat in her face.

“Wolffe will come back. I’m sure of it.” Rex continued, “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll never want to leave this place.”

This right here is probably some of my favorite dialogue I've written. Honestly, I don't think I write it well but the feelings I got while writing this made the whole scene that much more special overall. I loved writing for Rex in the 'big brother' sense. Rex is such a sweetheart, and the entire conversation was so very easy to write. Organic conversation is challenging for me normally, and for whatever reason -I think it's these two characters really- that made everything jive really well. Like I said, It's really nothing groundbreaking. But I'm proud of little-ole-me for doing it anyways.☺️

Thank you for asking me doll, you never fail to make me smile. 🥰

Much Love, Rightful 🤍

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[starkskypines]

Little Corner of the Galaxy

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Summary: Cody misses your dinner date...again. 

Warnings: misplaced guilt, kissing

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is pure and utter fluff. This is also my first post of a character x reader fic so I hope you like it. 

...

You find him where you usually do when he doesn’t show. You can now classify his behavior as normal. Next time, you’d be sure to go straight to his office rather than sit waiting at your apartment for him to arrive for your dinner date.

You knock on his office door and wait patiently. You noticed as you walked here that there weren’t many troopers on board the Negotiator at this hour. It is their shore leave, so it is expected that they leave the vessel they’ve been trapped in for months. Of course, they do get chances to disembark when they go into battle but that can hardly be called relaxing. Then again neither can what Cody is doing right now. 

The door slides open and there he stands, helmet off, dark hair a mess, dark circles under his eyes. 

“Y/N!” He reaches up to the back of his head, a nervous gesture you’ve noticed he and his brothers share. “I’m so sorry I missed dinner. I lost track of time.” 

You reach for his arm and gently lay your hand there. “It’s alright. That’s why I brought dinner to you.” You smile. “Can I come in?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” 

He steps aside and you enter. He closes the door behind you as you move forward to set the basket of food in the one empty chair in front of his desk. The other chair is covered with a stack of datapads. His desk is covered with more flimsi and datapads. 

“They really work you to the bone.” Every time you’d been in his office (after he missed yet another dinner date) his desk was covered with paperwork. But tonight the chair was covered too. 

“Ah, well…” He moves around the desk and starts gathering up flimsi. 

“How can I help?” 

“No, no. Just a minute and I’ll have the desk clear so we can eat.” He pauses moving the items and smiles up at you. “Thank you for bringing dinner.” 

“You’re welcome. I know how important your work is, and I know being the marshal commander you can’t always get away from it.” 

“‘Specially not when your general sticks you with all the paperwork,” Cody mutters under his breath. 

In the entire two years you’d known Cody, not once had you heard something remotely bad about General Kenobi drop from his lips. 

Cody seems to read your thoughts because he shrugs and says, “Well, ah, he’s in a coma so…” 

“What? Is he okay?” You look at him with wide eyes. You know he’s never far from Kenobi’s side, so if Kenobi got injured… “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, It’s a medically induced coma, just to give him time to heal. Nothing to worry about.” 

“And you?”

“I’m fine. I wasn’t even near him.” You see the twist of his lips. Now it makes sense, all the paperwork. He felt guilty. 

“Did Kenobi really stick you with all the paperwork or did you stick yourself with all the paperwork?”

Cody shrugs. “Either way, I have to get it done.” 

You smile at him as you move around to where he stands on the other side of the desk. You take both his hands in yours. 

“You’re a good man, Cody.” 

You stretch up and give him a kiss. His hands come around your waist, and he’s deepening the kiss. There’s a desperation in his kisses. Like he needs you more than he would ever find the courage to express. You pull away slightly, breathing hard. 

“What happened, Cody?”

“We split up. I was on one side of the field, he on the other. I couldn’t protect him.” 

“He’s a Jedi master. You can’t always be the one to protect him.” 

“It’s my job. It’s what I was bred to do.” 

You hold his gaze, seeing the guilt and worry in the golden depths. 

“The only thing you were born to do is live.” You emphasize the word. Cody only talks about how he came into existence when he’s being self-deprecating or using it as a reason to win an argument. “You can’t protect everyone and the only person who expects you to is yourself.” 

Cody is quiet. 

“Kenobi is more than capable of protecting himself. You know he doesn’t blame you.” 

“I know that.” 

“What would he say if he heard you talking right now?” You clear your throat and do your best interpretation of General Kenobi. “You can’t waste this war blaming yourself for things that are out of your control. Hold onto the things that you do have and let them go when you must.” 

Cody’s lips twitch in a half smile. “You do a horrible General Kenobi impression, but seems you’ve got as much wisdom as him.” 

“Of course I do. But Jedi know how to make people listen.” 

Cody sighs and continues moving the datapads off his desk. “I’m listen’. I’m listen’. And you’re right.” 

“I know.” You give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Now, c’mon. I know I can’t get you to stop working, but you can’t do it on an empty stomach.” 

You move around the desk and start bringing out the food and putting it on his desk as he moves the last items out of the way. 

“This looks delicious.” He reaches for a plate and starts shoveling food on the plate. 

“When was the last time you ate?” You ask as you reach for your own plate. 

“Eh, I ate today.” His eyes avoid yours.

“Then I’d say its a good thing I stopped by.” 

He looks at you, expression serious. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

You smile at that. You know. He’d keep on being the good soldier and loyal friend that he is. He would be fine without you and you without him, but it is nice what you have here now. It is nice that you have both agreed to hold onto the other until the war finally parts you for good. You both know it’s only a matter of time and perhaps that is why despite only have been dating for a few months you act more like an old married couple than honeymooners. Because you both want the best you can get out of the relationship and for the both of you that is the knowledge that you can trust the other a hundred percent. 

“You certainly wouldn’t have such good cooking.” You smile, adding levity to the moment. 

He laughs. “You know I burn everything.” 

“I do. I’ll never forget the time that you tried to surprise me with dinner. Your expression when I walked in and saw the diaster area that was my kitchen.” 

He laughs too. You laugh again. His expression at the time was comical, but you laugh now because he laughs. Because you got him to laugh, to release just a little bit of that stress he holds so tight. 

You are good for him, and he is good for you. 

You reach for the dessert you brought. “So I know how much you love my chocolate pie…”

His eyes widen. “Don’t tease me now.” 

You pull the pie out of the basket. He reaches for a fork. “All for me?” 

“Of course.” You smile as he tears the top off the container and takes a bite, moaning in delight. “My stars, you truly are the best cook I’ve ever known.” 

You smile, knowing what will make him even happier. “Can I stop by tomorrow? I have about twenty more pies I’d like to give out to the men.” 

He stops his motions, his fork in midair. The pie slides off the fork and he sets the fork down. 

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll get the paperwork started and we’ll be expectin’ you.” There was a gravelyness to his voice. He slowly stands and moves around to stand in front of you. You look up at him, wondering what he is thinking. He leans down, placing both hands on either arm of the chair. Your heart begins to race, despite having just kissed him moments ago. His lips touch yours and you could taste chocolate pie. He kisses you like he is trying to say something nonverbally with only his mouth and lips. You think you got the message. 

Cody pulls away, his eyes bright. “Thank you.” 

“Always.” 

He nods before moving to head back to his side of the desk. You can’t help from grinning as you watch him continue to eat. You realize then that there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for Cody. He deserves the galaxy and though you only hold a tiny portion of it you aim to give him enough. Maybe just a star. He deserves a star all his own. He deserves light that outshines the darkness. 

And as you sit there and contemplate how much Cody deserves, you don’t know that Cody thinks about the same thing. Only he thinks that you deserve a whole constellation if only he knew how to give it to you. 

But all you have is each other and somehow as your eyes meet across the food on the desk that is enough. Together you can hold your own little corner of the galaxy and it is enough. 

#cody is tired #super fluffy #i had fun with this #commander cody #commander cody x reader #my writings

[generallynerdy]

Allowing the thought to stay the trigger, the heart to register its trembling (Grey/Depa Billaba ft. Caleb Dume)

Summary: “I’m not worth it,” Grey hisses through their teeth. “Please. Depa, please—” Their general, their Jedi, only shakes her head, her grip on their shoulders a death sentence. “I will not leave you,” she says. “Fight the voice, Grey. Fight it.” They sob and some part of their brain burns with the knowledge that little brown eyes are watching from the corner of the room. They scream, pulling against their bonds and the twisting darkness in their head. “I can’t. I can’t—” Something that isn’t Grey crawls under their skin and it speaks, twisted, Dark. “Traitors.”

Warnings: Mind Control, Violent Thoughts, Serious Injuries, Blood and Violence, Eye Trauma (not graphic but described briefly), Vomiting (in like one sentence, emetophobia gang rise up), Angst Word Count: 2,275

Prompt: Angstpril Day 3 - “I can’t.”

Author’s Note: more suffering! Yay! I like to think this ended happily but this is Angstpril so I’m not writing it lol. Also, I discovered that Kanan’s eyes aren’t actually brown, at least according to Wookieepedia but frankly that’s stupid as fuck so. Brown-eyed Kanan. And nonbinary Grey because I am apparently not the only one who loves that concept! (Also, sorry for late posting! I was unable to finish this last night :/ hopefully I can finish day 4 today as well and catch up)

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Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

It's an endless loop in the back of their mind, an itch they can't quite scratch. At the Order, it breaks free and turns to a screech, a ringing thought that echoes in their head so loudly it hurts. They don't even feel themselves pulling the trigger, shouting for their squad to follow.

But when they finally come to, underneath the monster that's stolen their face, it's because they're standing over him.

Caleb. 

Commander Caleb Dume. Jedi Padawan. Traitor.

Ad'ika, their heart cries as they lift their blaster. Their shaking hands have it levelled at the boy's face, right between his big brown, tear-filled eyes.

"Grey—Grey, what are you doing? What—?" His pleading words are nearly unintelligible between his panting breaths. When the cold metal touches his face, he sobs. “Don’t! Buir, don’t—don’t—please—”

Their cheeks are wet. Caleb sees it and only sobs harder, afraid to move for fear that they’ll pull the trigger. With their trembling hands, the likelihood of a misfire is high.

Inside their mind, Grey screams. They claw at the walls of their mental prison, leaving their fingertips bloodied and their throat hoarse from their agonizing howls. The cell won’t budge. The chip won’t give. They can’t get out. They can’t save their son.

But someone else can.

A robed figure flies out of nowhere, tackling Grey to the ground and sending their blasters into the air with a flick of their hand.

“Caleb, the blasters!”

Depa.

General Depa Billaba. Jedi High General. Traitor.

Depa. She hates it when I call her General.

She pins them to the ground and presses the calloused pads of her fingers against their temple. Something like grief crosses her face. “Sleep, Grey. Sleep.”

The chip fights, but they don’t. They like to think it helps bring the darkness faster.

*

“Master?”

Caleb’s voice trembles when he asks, taking a hesitant step forward. Depa is still on top of Grey, catching her breath and making sure they’re passed out. She shuts her eyes tightly, centering her conflicted presence. Her Padawan needs her and so does Grey. This is no time to grieve for the rest of their battalion.

(She tried to incapacitate rather than kill, but they’re still gone. The light that she used to associate with them has been snuffed out by a strangling darkness that burns.)

“It’s alright, Caleb, they’re unconscious,” she says, mustering what little strength she has left.

At her word, he rushes over, clinging to the sleeve of her robe.

Any other day, he’d be indignantly distant, trying to prove himself on the battlefield and make Depa proud. But right now he reeks of terror and uncertainty. And she feels the same.

Execute Order 66, the Chancellor had said.

And then everything had gone to hell. The clones had disappeared, replaced by darkness, and the Master-Padawan pair had barely made it out with their lives. Depa hasn’t even been able to process the wave of lights being snuffed out in the Force and she knows her Padawan hasn’t either; his connection with the Force feels brittle and broken. The Jedi are dying at the hands of their closest companions, at the order of the Chancellor of the Republic, and the two of them stand in the center of it all.

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” she admits quietly. She climbs off Grey and binds them with their own set of binders, something tight in her chest as she does. Then, she turns back to Caleb. “Are you alright? No injuries?”

He shakes his head and wipes at his eyes with the edge of his sleeve. “Just scrapes.” He glances at Grey. “That—That wasn’t Buir, was it? It felt...wrong.”

“Very wrong,” she agrees. “I don’t know what it was, but the Chancellor triggered it. We need to get off the planet.”

“Are we...going back to the Temple?”

Depa visibly hesitates. His face falls and he knows in his heart that they aren’t. Even if they did, there would probably be nothing and no one left.

“It isn’t safe. We need to lay low for a while and figure out how to save Grey,” she tells him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Caleb, look at me.”

He does and she smiles a little.

Even now, in what must be the worst moment of his short life, he’s ready to listen. He’s ready to do what he needs to.

She kneels down to meet his height, holding his head in her capable hands. “You will survive this,” she says like it’s a promise. She can’t say the same of her or Grey or anyone else they know, but she can promise that Caleb will live. Because she will die to see it through. “You will. Do you understand?”

Despite the fear in his eyes, he nods.

“Good.”

Depa allows herself a moment to breathe, but no longer.

“Now, we need a way out of here.”

*

Grey wakes to the buzzing of a ship and panics. The last they remember, they were on the surface of the planet, with Depa and Caleb and- oh, Force. Oh, fuck.

Did they attack them? Did they hold a gun to Caleb's head?

Their own is throbbing, something clearly wrong. Chills go down their spine as they sit up, finding their wrists held together by their own binders. They're on the floor of a cargo bay, in an unfamiliar ship, but familiar voices echo from down the hall.

"Master, they're awake!" calls Caleb after poking his head in.

He may not be showing it, or trying not to, but Grey can see the fear in his furrowed eyebrows.

He's afraid of them.

They feel nauseous at the realisation.

"Caleb—" they try to say. Their voice is hoarse.

Depa appears from the hall, a glass of water in her hand. She crosses to Grey, motioning for her Padawan to stay by the door, which he does without question. Kneeling before her commander, her lover, she examines their face. They can feel her prodding at them gently in the Force. She's trying to decide whether they're friend or foe right now.

“Are you with us, Grey?”

They hesitate, but eventually nod. “I think so.”

With a small smile, Depa helps them drink the water, but pulls it away quickly when it’s finished. She’s cautious and rightfully so, Grey thinks when they feel something in their head tug.

They must visibly flinch, because so does Caleb.

“Tell me what’s happening,” their general murmurs, putting a hand on their knee.

Shutting their eyes fiercely, they take a long moment to answer. “It’s—It’s hard to fight. It wants me to...to kill the trai-traitors,” they gasp out, finding the unknown force stronger when they speak that word. They open their eyes, horrified. “Shit.”

“You’re alright.” She takes their hand and starts tracing patterns. “Can you tell where it’s coming from?”

“No, but...kark, my head hurts. My head. I think.”

“Stay still,” she warns.

She runs a hand up their temple, her eyes shut in concentration. The Force prods gently at their mind and, when it finds the offending area, something burns. Grey cries out and Depa stops in an instant, pulling back with a fearful look.

“There’s—” Glancing back at her Padawan, she takes a steadying breath. “I believe there’s something in your head that doesn’t belong, Grey. Something physical, but it’s very dark in the Force.”

“Can we get it out?” Caleb asks, his voice smaller than he is, which is saying something.

She stands, frowning. “I don’t know. I’ll set a course for—”

Grey’s face twists as the thing inside their head roars to life. “Don’t—” they manage to growl out.

There’s a lot they can’t explain to Depa in that moment. For one thing, they’d like to tell her that if the Chancellor activated the thing in their brain, he might very well be able to track them or hear their conversations through it. For another, it’s quite possible that if Dark Grey—yes, they’re calling the evil thing in their head by that now—overtakes Light Grey—Cody would be rolling on the floor now. Is Cody alive? Is his general alive?—they might just straight up contact the enemy.

Even though they can’t explain all that, their beloved Depa Billaba stops instantly, her eyes shining with understanding.

“—somewhere we can lay low and find a doctor,” she finishes instead.

Dark Grey shoves, pushes for more information. It stabs at Grey, a physical pain that makes them hiss. Out of their control, they speak.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

It makes Depa frown. She examines their face, watching as it shifts into something so unlike them it’s sickening.

“Good soldiers follow orders,” they snap again, like a mantra.

Dark Grey does not appreciate their plan.

Grey finally gets a hold of themself, dragging themself into consciousness with a heavy breath. When they look up at Depa, their gaze is determined.

“You need to leave me.”

“No!” cries Caleb fiercely.

Depa holds up a hand. “Caleb,” she warns, a reminder to mind his emotions.

He falls silent, watching his Master and his buir with something akin to horrified bafflement. Force, Grey has never seen him so openly terrified. Ever since he joined their little family, he’s been nothing but brave.

“I’m a liability and a threat,” they say, turning their attention back to Depa. “It’ll be easier to go without me.”

“We won’t leave you behind.”

They frown at her, lowering their voice. “He can’t die because of me.”

She doesn’t dare glance at Caleb, doesn’t dare give their worries away to the boy, who already has the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. “It won’t come down to that.”

“And neither can you,” they add firmly. 

Depa’s expression tells them all they need to know. That’s one thing she can’t promise.

“He needs you.”

She huffs a rueful laugh. “So do you.”

If they could, they’d reach out to hold the back of her neck and keep her close.

Hold her neck and break it.

Grey flinches back. “No—”

“Tell me what it’s saying,” she encourages, reaching for them.

An agonizing pain rips through their skull, eliciting a scream. Despite the binders on their wrists, they claw at their scalp. The thought crosses Depa’s mind that she should stop them, but she doesn’t get the chance.

They drop their hands and gaze up at her with tearful eyes.

“I’m not worth it,” Grey hisses through their teeth. “Please. Depa, please—” 

Their general, their Jedi, only shakes her head, her grip on their shoulders a death sentence. “I will not leave you,” she says. “Fight the voice, Grey. Fight it.” 

They sob and some part of their brain burns with the knowledge that little brown eyes are watching from the corner of the room. They scream, pulling against their bonds and the twisting darkness in their head. “I can’t. I can’t—” 

Something that isn’t Grey crawls under their skin and it speaks, twisted, Dark. 

“Traitors.”

They lurch forward. Depa thinks they’re collapsing, but Dark Grey has other plans. They involve the vibroblade tucked into her boot, which is now in reach.

She never liked weapons that weren’t kyber-powered, lightsabers and lightsaber rifles in particular, but after a Separatist assassin nearly suffocated Grey right next to her, she became paranoid. Working through her fear was difficult, so her partner thought having a weapon under her pillow might put her at ease. For the most part, it worked. No one knew of its existence except Grey and she preferred it that way.

And now, CC-10/994 turns that trust against her.

With a fierce yell, he barrels into the Jedi traitor, ripping the vibroblade from its hiding place as she goes flying.

“Master!”

Before the other traitor can react, CC-10/994 flips the first over his shoulder, slamming her into the wall. Then, he flies at the smaller target, vibroblade tightly grasped.

The Jedi yelps and ducks his flurry of blows.

“Grey, snap out of it!” he says desperately.

CC-10/994 doesn’t flinch and leaps forward again.

“Buir! Buir, it’s me, Caleb!”

A single slash of the vibroblade has the traitor shrieking, falling back with an arm over his face. Before CC-10/994 can attack again, the Jedi Padawan throws out a hand, sending him soaring across the room. He slams into the wall with a vicious crack, all the air pushed from his lungs in an instant. For a split second, Grey rises again, ready to fight themself off, but it’s unnecessary.

Depa is there, shoving them into the cargo bay’s cell, ripping the vibroblade away, and locking the door behind them.

Grey collapses inside, gasping for breath and trembling as they stare at their own hands in horror. Blood stains their gloves. The sight makes them nauseous, so they tug the gloves off and throw them to the other side of the cell, desperate to get away.

It’s Caleb’s howl that makes them look up.

Depa is at his side in an instant but not fast enough. He pulls his sleeve away from his face and—

Grey throws up that time, into the corner of the cell.

Their blow struck true, slashing Caleb’s face from his right temple to the bridge of his nose. It’s a deep cut, one that goes into his right eye and bleeds profusely. The other eye, untouched, is blinded by tears.

“I can’t see,” he sobs, reaching for his Master, who reaches back. “I can’t—Master, I can’t—”

CC-10/994 lifts his head and smiles.

“Death to the traitors,” he spits. “Glory to the Empire.”

*

(Dark Grey uses he/him because Dark Grey follows orders, including gender assignments.)

River’s Tags: @hahaboop & @mystoragehatesme

Masterlist

#angstpril2021 #day three #i can't #fic #star wars #sw #sw fic #star wars fic #star wars oneshot #sw oneshot #depa billaba #commander grey #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #padawan kanan jarrus #allowing the thought to stay the trigger #depa billaba/grey #depa billaba & kanan jarrus #depa billaba & caleb dume #commander grey/depa billaba #depa billaba/commander grey #commander grey & kanan jarrus #commander grey & caleb dume #idk how to tag this man #rivika #generallynerdy #river

[tanyawritesstories]

Indecent Distraction | Commander Cody x Reader

A Cody piece all about riling up the stoic Creamsicle and teasing him till he breaks. 😉 Enjoy! @kote-ko for your consideration.

Word count: 2,943

Warnings: NSFW, smut, teasing, oral (m & f receiving, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex, Cody is a satisfying dom

•••

You had lost track of how long you'd been sitting in this restaurant. Just waiting for him to show up. It was unlike Cody to be late and he almost never forgot anything. You held out hope and waited longer. Something had probably come up and he hadn't any time to tell you that he would miss dinner. It had been two whole hours and you'd downed three glasses of wine in that time, currently working on your fourth.

A waitressing droid stopped by your table again. "I think you might've been stood up, honey," It hummed. "Probably," you sighed, "Oh well. Can I get my food to go plus an extra order of the same thing." The droid delivered your food to you in boxes and you chugged the rest of your wine before paying and getting a speeder back to your apartment.

You got home and set about reheating the food. While that was going, you walked to the office. Yep, sure enough, there he was. Your boyfriend was sitting at your desk in only his blacks, on your computer, he also had two datapads out with reports and military nonsense on their screens. He was clearly deep in his work, so much so that he didn't even notice you walk in.

“Really?” He looked up long enough to take in your appearance and then went back to his work. “What is it?” He asked, not looking up. “I waited for you at the restaurant for two and a half hours!” You complained. Cody looked at you, regret and sorrow written all over his face. “Oh cyare, I’m so sorry. I got overloaded with work at the last minute and was going to comm you and tell you I couldn’t make it but I got caught up and forgot.” You raised an eyebrow at him, you hoped you looked pissed off because you were. Cody went back to his work which made you even more annoyed. “That’s all you have to say?” You jabbed. “You look nice,” he said, still not looking up.

You threw your hands up and let them fall at your sides. “Whatever, I brought dinner home, I’ll bring it to you.” He said nothing in response and you rolled your eyes as you walked to the bedroom. You changed into a comfy tank top and shorts and went to get the food. You made sure it was hot and added everything you knew he liked onto a plate and took a glass of wine with you.

Sure you were annoyed that he forgot about your date, but he was your boyfriend and you loved him. He was also a very high ranking soldier in the galaxy's best army, he had a lot of people counting on him and that meant he was always busy. You understood, you knew the risk when you two had agreed to be together. You just wished he would take a short break every now and then.

“I brought you dinner, love.” You set the plate and glass down on his desk, picking up one of the datapads and putting the plate in its place. “Thank you, cyar’ika,” Cody stopped his work to kiss you on the cheek before diving right back into the computer. You sighed and leaned on the edge of the desk, swiping through the reports and details on the datapad you had snatched. “(Y/n), what are you doing?” You ignored his question for a moment. “Would you mind if I smashed this?”

Cody’s eyes went wide and the expression on his face was a mixture of shock and horror. You giggled, “I’m joking, eat your food.” You crossed the room and slumped into one of the chairs, still messing with the datapad. You could see your boyfriend glaring at you through the transparent screen. You lowered the device and met his glare with a lighthearted smile.

“You had better not mess up anything on there, for your sake and mine,” he said. “Just eat your food and then I’ll give it back,” you laughed. Perhaps it was a little mean but it got Cody to stop his work and finally eat.

“Thank you again, (Y/n). It was delicious.” You got up from your chair and walked to the other side of the desk, datapad in hand. Cody held out a hand, “May I have that back now?” You held the device against your stomach shielding it from him. “(Y/n), you promised you’d give it back,” He was trying to persuade you and you weren’t going to be mean. “Don’t make me take it from you the hard way,” a suggestive smirk forming on his lips.

“I wish you would,” you admitted, handing him the piece of technology, “We haven’t been together in months.” You walked over to stand behind him in the swivel chair he was sitting in. “We don’t have time for that right now,” he said, scrolling through a datapad and clicking away at the computer.

You sighed. You put your hands on his shoulders and began to massage them. “But I’m sexually frustrated,” you whined. “I know, as am I, but duty comes first,” Cody added. “Can’t you just take a little break, baby?” You ran your hands down his chest, feeling his muscles under his shirt. Cody caught your wandering hands before they reached their destination, “Maybe later, when I’m done with this.” You held back the groan of frustration and retracted your hands. You did your best not to stomp out of the room as you went to go eat dinner by yourself.

You checked up on Cody 30 minutes later, he was still hard at work. You had removed your shorts and bra and was now wearing only a thong and a mostly see through tank top. You hoped to the maker it would get his attention, you wanted him so badly. He had been gone for two months, only sending you short messages and notes whenever he found the time. Two whole months withholding your desires and how the object of your dirty dreams was sitting across the room, oblivious.

You walked in and set about dusting the shelves and cleaning the viewports. You hadn’t cleaned them in forever and this was the perfect excuse. As you dusted off one of the bookshelves you felt Cody’s eyes running up and down your body, settling on your ass which was on full display for him. You made sure to dust the bottom shelves, bending over when you knew he was looking. It was his turn to say: “Really?”

You looked over your shoulder at him, “What, I’m just cleaning.” He gave you a suspicious look. “This room hasn’t been done in forever, I don’t have the motivation to do much of anything while you’re gone.” You heard him huff in disbelief, or annoyance, you couldn’t really tell. “And you had to come in here dressed like that to clean, hmm?” You moved to one of the viewports, wiping it down with a cloth. “It’s not my fault I have nothing else to do.”

When you were done cleaning you put your supplies away and returned to the office, deciding to do some reading. You grabbed a book and sat down in a comfy lounge chair. You would read a few paragraphs and then look up at Cody, then go back to your book. He had apparently not noticed that you came in again. You were determined to get him to take a break from his work, or fuck you, either one would be nice. You set the book in your lap and whisked off your tank top, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm air. You balled up the tank top and threw it at Cody, picking your book back up and looking innocent and normal as ever. The shirt had landed directly on top of the datapad Cody was looking at. He sighed and looked up at you.

"(Y/n)?”

You lowered the book, bringing your body into his view. “Yes, dear?” You looked innocent and kept a straight face. You saw the seriousness in his expression fall as he took in your topless form. It only lasted a few seconds and he was back to Commander mode. He held up the shirt for you to see, “Care to explain what you’re getting at?” You shrugged, “I’m allowed to walk around topless in my own apartment,” you said, “Just ignore me, go back to your work.” He glared at you as you continued reading. He knew what game you were playing and if you continued he didn’t think he could hold back for much longer.

You finished the chapter of your book and gently closed it. You had been keeping an eye on your Commander, hence why it took you half an hour to read one chapter. He was doing surprisingly well staying focused on his work, only glancing at you from time to time. You slowly and quietly got up to put your book away. You slid it back into its place on the shelf, on the wall in front of the desk. You looked at Cody, balls deep in his work instead of you.

You got an idea and quietly dropped to your hands and knees in front of the desk. You crawled to sit underneath it, right in front of your boyfriend’s parted legs. Damn his blacks for getting in the way! Luckily, they were stretchy and easy to remove. You didn’t want him to catch you. You quickly slipped off your thong and set it next to you, careful not to hit your head. You got on your knees and in one swift movement shoved your hand into his blacks and brought his cock out, he was semi hard and warm in your hand. You felt his body jolt and tense up and you brought your mouth to his base and licked. Cody rolled the chair away from the desk just enough so he could see you. Your mouth was torn away from him but your hand stayed on his cock.

“Now what do you think you’re doing?” He wasn’t angry but was definitely pissed. “If you’re not willing to give me anything can I at least have this while you work,” You snapped, moving the hand that was on his dick to get your point across. Cody bit his lip and sighed, “Fine, but be subtle and don’t distract me too much.”

He graciously pulled his blacks down to his knees to allow you better access. “Thank you, dear,” You chirped. Cody rolled the chair back under the desk and you got to work. Stroking him until he was fully hard. You would honor his request for now, it would go out the window soon. You kissed from the base up to his tip and circled it with your tongue, planting a kiss at the very end.

“What did I say about being subtle!” He growled from above you. “Sorry,” you replied.

You put your mouth around him completely and bobbed your head on his length, going slow and doing nothing extreme. You licked his slit for a second and tasted the salty precum that was seeping from him. You engulfed him again and pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You wanted to make sure he didn’t expect anything more from you before you took action. You could hear his breathing speeding up. You took him to the back of your throat for a second and made sure to coat his cock in as much saliva as you could. You were ready. You pumped him a few more times before taking his cock into your throat, shoving yourself down so your nose touched his abdomen. You heard him moan above you, he made such a pretty sound.

Cody had had it with you, now you were going to pay for distracting him. He slammed his fist on the desk and rolled the chair away, you moved with him and was able to keep his tip in your mouth. You looked up and made eye contact with him. He looked mad, real mad. The sight of you naked on your knees with his cock in your mouth looking up at him with innocent eyes just deepened his lust.

“Alright, that’s it. Get up,” He growled. You let him slip out of your mouth and scrambled to your feet. Cody stood up, grabbed your arm, spun you around, and bent you over the desk. He pressed himself into your back and you could feel his hard length against your thigh.

"You just had to distract me, didn't you?" Cody growled in your ear, shivers going down your back. "I told you to wait till I was finished with my work, and I was almost done," Cody spanked your ass and you whimpered, the sting only adding to your arousal. "You couldn't have waited 15 minutes could you?" Another spank. "No, you had to vie for my attention while I was busy," he spanked you again. "You've been naughty, (Y/n). And you know what happens to naughty girls don't you?" You nodded. "Say it," he snarled. "Naughty girls get punished," you answered, "Cody, please touch me, please!"

"It's Commander to you, sweetheart. Hold onto the desk and don't move," he ordered. "Yes, Commander," you breathed.

Cody got off of you and pulled off the top of his blacks before kneeling behind you, he spread your legs and attached his mouth to your pussy. You moaned out and tried not to move as Cody licked over your hole. He prodded your entrance with his tongue before changing and sliding it over your clit. You held onto the desk for dear life. His tongue felt like paradise as it massaged your folds, so warm and wet. You squeaked when he sucked on your clit and you couldn't help but grind your hips on his face. Cody immediately removed his mouth and spanked you hard.

"I said no moving!" You whined out a sorry and Cody went back to work. His tongue pushed into you and he wiggled it around to taste every delicious inch he could find. He added his fingers into the mix, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it. You were in bliss, the sensations he was causing going through your entire body. "Oh, Commander, I'm getting close," you voiced. Cody hummed against you at hearing his rank fall from your lips. He could feel the precum seeping out and running down his dick. He switched his mouth and his fingers, plunging two of them into you up to his knuckles. You squealed, "I'm going to cum, Commander. Can I cum, please?"

"Cum for me, darling," he ordered, at the same time attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking hard. Your mouth opened in a silent scream and you grabbed the desk so hard your knuckles turned white. Pure ecstasy flooded your whole being.

Cody licked up your juices and got to his feet, he needed you, badly. He was so pent up he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pumped himself a few times, coating his cock in your juices from his fingers. He lined himself up and thrusted all the way inside you. "Cody!" You yelled, "I'm, I'm sensitive still.."

"That's the point," he grunted, "Kriff, you feel so good, so nice and tight."

He picked up his pace right away, not giving you any time to recover from your orgasm. Your cunt was aching from overstimulation but the pain was quickly turned into pleasure. You lifted yourself onto your elbows and began to move back against him. Your moans were loud and frequent as Cody pounded into you, his hands on your hips keeping you still. Your moans were music to his ears and encouraged him to hold off his orgasm that was rapidly approaching. He groaned from behind you and laid himself over your back, your sweaty bodies sticking together. He put one hand on the desk and with the other reached around and fondled your breast. Your mind felt hazy and the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure at your core and his mouth that had started sucking and biting on your neck.

"I'm gonna cum soon," Cody groaned. He hammered into you as fast as he could, your hips repeatedly banging into the edge of the desk. You would undoubtedly have bruises there later. The knot in your stomach was getting ready to snap and you could tell Cody was seconds away. He hit that spot inside you at just the right angle and you were gone, shouting his name as you came undone around him. You clamped down on him and Cody thrust into you as far as he could go, moaning loud and releasing his cum all over the walls of your slick heat. You collapsed on top of the desk and Cody on top of you, panting trying to regain your breath.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Absolutely not, that was amazing,” you turned your head and kissed him on the cheek. “We should get cleaned up.” Cody cleaned you up as well as himself and put his blacks back on while you put on some comfy sleep clothes. “I suppose you should finish your work now,” you suggested. “There’s not that much left, I can do it in the morning,” Cody enveloped you in a hug, “Right now I want to relax and watch a holovid with you.” You squealed in excitement and beamed up at your boyfriend.

#star wars the clone wars #commander cody x reader #commander cody

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Summary:

Across the ballroom. The golden lights reflecting off the polished floor. Through dancing legs and over the heads of demons milling about, he stood against one of the columns. If he craned his head back and looked to the ceiling, below the chandeliers he would see the draperies curving between the pillars. Everything had been made perfect for today.

A short fic inspired by Cody Fry's "I Hear a Symphony"

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I used to hear a simple song

Across the ballroom. The golden lights reflecting off the polished floor. Through dancing legs and over the heads of demons milling about, he stood against one of the columns. If he craned his head back and looked to the ceiling, below the chandeliers he would see the draperies curving between the pillars. Everything had been made perfect for today.

That was until you came along

A song comes to an end. The dancers bow to one another and part. As the orchestra raises their arms to begin the next piece, those on the dance floor mingle and change. A path clears straight ahead. He happens to glance across the room.

Now in its place is something new

The dark yellow taffeta was hiked up in your hands, the hem a bit too long to let you move freely. You were frozen like a mouse in the kitchen, eyes locked with his. Not in the spotlight of the dance floor, but everything faded away from his vision except for you standing framed between the small window created for just a moment.

The shadows of the back of the ballroom blurred behind you, and before he could step forward or mouth a word to you, the people came to life again as the music began to sing. You were swallowed up before his eyes, pushed behind the motion of people, swallowed by the shadows. He surged forward, his foot moving before he realized and his whole body suddenly jolted as he remembered his place, his duty. But then he saw the faintest trail of gold dusting between the bodies of the people and his heart hurt and his mind was in a panic.

He began to run. You ran too.

I hear it when I look at you

 **

With simple songs, I wanted more

Heads turned as he ran out of the room. Barbatos knew that rumors and murmurs would make it back to Diavolo if he hadn’t caught sight of him fleeing already-

“Barbatos!” The prince called out. Barbatos slowed and hesitantly stood in place as he turned towards the throne where Diavolo sat with Lucifer standing at his side, “What’s got you in a rush?”

Barbatos bowed deeply and tightened his hands into fists, the adrenaline in his body ready to knock him over if he didn’t move move move-

“I’m sorry, Milord. I have to go.”

“Go? Go where? Is something wrong?”

“No, I apologize… It’s…”

“Raise your head, Barbatos” Diavolo motioned, “There is no need for formalities between friends.”

Barbatos straightened, and desperately confessed, “I’m sorry, I must go to them.”

“Them?” Lucifer was taken aback, “Why? Is something wrong-”

“Lucifer,” Diavolo held up his hand, eyes never wavering from the butler who was almost shaking where he stood, “I understand, Barbatos. You may go-”

His foot skidded against the floor-

“-but,” Barbatos froze, “Remember your place.”

His golden eyes burned with cold, an emotionless, commanding aura as he pressed his lips into a thin line. Lucifer looked to the prince confused, but Barbatos understood, and dropped to one knee, bowing his head once more.

“I thank you Milord. I promise to return shortly.”

“Take your time. Have fun! Don’t be so uptight on my account,” Diavolo called after him as the butler rushed to his feet and tried not to trip as he hurried the rest of the way out of the room. Even as he fled, he felt Diavolo’s gaze following him, ready to strike him down at any moment.

“Why did you let him go? If you wanted him to stay-”

“Lucifer, I think you of all people should understand,” Diavolo folded his hands and watched the rest of the ballroom as the dancers met and began to waltz, “After all, didn’t you and Barbatos have a conversation before about love and loyalty?”

Perfection is so quick to bore

You were pulled along by a string. The whole night it had been slack, you had followed its curves and weaves through the party as it was knotted along the floor. But the moment you locked eyes, the thread had tightened, and your chest had seized up when the crowds blocked your view of him. You ran through the dark hallways, rushing past the maze of columns and doors that lined the castle corridors. You flew down staircases and tripped over yourself, hurrying to the outside-

You are my beautiful, by far

Barbatos shoved open the great door of the east corridor, the dark blue night sky blurring to black as his vision adjusted at the warm golden light of the castle bled into the artificial stars’ light. For a second, his feet slowed as he stepped off of the polished floor onto the stone perron outside of the castle. He rested his hands on the sculpted railings that encircled the walkways, glancing from the sky and then down to the bottom of the grand steps that led through the gardens up to doors.

Where were you? Where had you gone?

He began to move again, ready to run back inside and across to the west corridor when he heard another door slam open. He rounded the building, rushing to the front entrance where the railings parted and the grand stairs formed. The lights of the open palace doors bathed the perron in that golden light, and the two of you looked between the carriages at the base to the sky and the stone walls, before landing on each other and stopping.

He smiled. You smiled.

Our flaws are who we really are

You dropped the fabric you had bunched up in your hands, and glided towards him. You looked gilded in the light, molten gold moving towards him as your hands reached up and formed out of the liquid that moved through the air to meet his. The string was still taught, but you hesitated when he lifted his gloved hands to yours, unsure of how to fit together, glancing at him nervously. It was painful without him, and you could see he was torn too.

You bowed your head, “Is this okay? Is it alright?”

Your hands remained where they were- hovering, untouching- but you moved forward to rest your head to his chest. The string still was tugging at you, pulling your heart out of you and telling you to be closer, but you didn’t know how.

“It’s…” he felt conflicted. He knew he could never give you everything you wanted, and knew even more that there was a chance it could all be ripped away from him one day. That you would be ripped away from him if it ever got in the way of his loyalty to Diavolo.

Still-

He let his fingers entwine with yours. 

“It’s alright,” he tucked his face against your hair, “It’s always going to be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”

With one hand wrapped around your waist and the other holding your hand tight, the two of you swayed for a minute. It was quiet outside, the sound of the orchestra only barely finding its way through the open doors and windows from the upstairs ballroom to where you two stood.

Tears stained your face when you looked up at him again. He looked solemn and sad too. You both knew it wouldn’t last, but-

“Can we dance? I haven’t gotten to dance with anyone yet tonight.”

“Is that why I didn’t see you on the dance floor? I would have thought any of the brothers would have been falling over themselves to get a chance with you.”

“They were, but I turned them all down. I wasn’t feeling up to it then.”

“Oh? The night is almost over. You saved your last dance for me?”

With your hand in his, you separated a bit, pulling back just enough to give room for the two of you to move, but his arm remained steady around your waist.

“It’s my first dance of the night. Who knows, maybe I’ll be feeling up to more after this.”

“You better not let me catch you dancing with other lovers,” Barbatos smirked, “Or I’ll be wounded.”

“Who said I would dance with others? We can dance the whole night away together.”

Your free hand slid over his suit, moving from his shoulder up to cup his jaw, the slightest pressure you gave as it moved making him shiver, his eyes shutting when your cold hand touched his skin.

“Would you be up to that?” He whispered, feeling weak, “Again there are so many others who can offer you more than I can-”

“Stop that,” you said, pulling his cheek lightly, “The entire night my heart has ached because I wasn’t with you. And just now-”

You squeezed his hand.

“-it stopped when you did this. Even if others could give me riches or praise, there’s no one who can stop this feeling in my chest except for you. Now, open your eyes.”

He did slowly. He was not used to letting his guard down, showing his weakness and insecurities in front of others, but his chest hurt too, but it was worse when he was around you. It made him nauseous and sick, like he was full of too much sugar and it was all caught in his throat. You watched as his thick lashes parted and his green eyes flickered with nervousness and doubt. Having none of that, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, brushing your thumb over the spot and up over the bone beneath his eye as he looked at you with awe.

“Did that help? Did it do the trick?”

The music through the halls was growing louder. The crescendo of the song had begun to build and swell, and there was enough space on the perron for the two of you to-

“It did. Thank you,” he pulled you forward, making you trip as you fell into his chest, pulling you closer towards the center of the doorway. He chuckled as he caught you, taking the first step as he started to guide you through the motions.

“Now shall we?”

You followed his lead.

**

I used to hear a simple song

The gold twirled around you as the two of you moved-

That was until you came along

You danced with death, sometimes your shoes scraped the edge of the top step, and any false move would send the two of you plummeting-

You took my broken melody

He didn’t care. He knew that even in death, he would be safe if he was with you. He had put aside everything for others his entire life, let them decide his fate.

If his last moments were in your embrace, then it was worth it. If this is what fate and the hands of time decided for him, then he would die happy, never the need to reset time if changing it meant this moment had to disappear.

“I can be… selfish just this once, can’t I?” he asked softly.

“Of course you can.”

And now, I hear a symphony

Your world spun as he held your arm over your head, letting you fly away from him for a moment, just enough that your fingers parted for a moment. You were left holding his glove.

“Barbatos?”

He looked towards you across your arm’s length, and with tears in his eyes, he laughed brightly. And before you could catch his breath, he rushed you, grabbing your hand and spinning you back to him so he could hold and cherish you, kissing you deeply before he sobbed against your neck, holding you tight and never letting go.

And now, I hear

A symphony

**

“So this is why you had some of the orchestra members move so suddenly,” Lucifer said as he stepped next to Diavolo, watching through the open doors as the ever stoic Barbatos wept and laughed in the embrace of the human, the tears streaming down his face broken by the smile lines and harmony that escaped him with every gasp.

Diavolo stood on the red carpet that reached the threshold of the door, standing in the middle of the room so he was far enough back that he wouldn’t interrupt their time together. He had some of the musicians break away from the orchestra and stand on either side of the room, just inside the doors so they could play and not be seen, giving more life to the happy couple that fell over one another with joy.

“Even if it wounds me,” Diavolo confessed, “I have no right to intrude on their happiness. He was the one they chose, afterall. I learned from my mistake with you.”

Lucifer wanted to say something, but the words died on his lips when he saw Diavolo’s empty eyes, and the way his hands tightened around his wrists folded behind his back.

“I can only give them this much,” Diavolo said, “I cannot promise anything else.”

“We are demons,” Lucifer muttered, “no one should expect anything good from us. I’m sure they understand full well the miracle it is that you let them have this little moment thus far.”

He looked away as the two lovebirds pulled apart and fell into another heap of laughter, wiping one another’s tears away as they got ready to flee down the steps. Diavolo kept watching though, watching as his right hand man disappeared into the night with the golden leaf that always seemed to blow just out of his reach.

“It has nothing to do with me,” Diavolo shut his eyes and frowned, “I suspect even if I hadn’t done this much, they would have found each other anyway.”

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