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(and what a way to start it with these lovely clones 🥂✨)

I don't have it in me to write full scenes, so here are some fun little drabbles of what it might be like to party with some of the boys on New Year's Eve! PLEASE feel free to add your own and use the tag #2024cloneNYE

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Tup - Tries to take you somewhere neat to see fireworks, holding your hand and glancing at you sheepishly every now and then, but gets lost along the way. Is simultaneously frustrated at himself and nervous at what you’ll think of him until you pull him into a side alleyway to show him some fireworks of your own. 😎

Jesse - Is so delighted to be spending the evening with you that he nearly gets into three different fights with troopers at the bar because he's just so dang excited. Dances your ass off then takes you out for street food, where he does get in a fight with a handsy vendor. Gives you the best kiss of your life at midnight. 🥴

Fives - Tells you to wear a disguise. Dies laughing when you show up and he is wearing a simple poncho while you have donned a huge fake mustache. Sneaks you both onto a large cargo freighter that is scheduled to depart from Coruscant a bit before 00:00, so that as it’s slowly lifting into the sky, you get a bird’s eye view of the fireworks all around you. Of course, he now needs to figure out how to get you both off the ship without being caught. 🥸

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Fox - Shows up at your apartment in sweatpants and cracks up at the side of you as you open the door, as you are in sweatpants as well, even though you both had said you were going to “go celebrate” together. But you both knew exactly what you meant by “celebrate”, and you watch crappy holofilms while snuggling on the couch, dozing off until the sound of fireworks rouses you. You gaze blearily out the window, watching the flashing colors as you’re nestled into his arms, then you both drift back to sleep after a feeble “whoo!” 😴

Howzer - Dresses to the nines to take you out to dinner but feels awkwardly self-conscious about it until you distract him by coaxing him into sharing stories about his squad, which light him up immediately. Then he’s got nothing but soft admiration for you, insists on two desserts, and walks you to your front door to finish the evening with a tender kiss. Comes running back to knock on your door about 10 minutes later when he realizes it’s just now midnight and “he kissed you too soon.” The oversight is quickly remedied. 🤭

Hardcase - Finds out where they're setting the fireworks off from and sneaks you in. You both tuck in a tiny little corner between a huge metal structure that holds the firework launchers, and when they start going off, it's so loud that you can't help but squeal. Hardcase also yells in delight, catching the attention of nearby employees, and suddenly pretends he's escorting you off the premises after you'd been discovered sneaking into the area. 😂

Gregor - Grabs some wraps at a food truck and takes you to some random little park where a galactic Mariachi band (they exist, ok?) is playing sweet beats. Dances with zero shame, with and without you. Drags you up a nearby hill to see fireworks and produces a bottle of champagne seemingly out of nowhere. Forgot glasses though, so you take swigs out of the bottle and choke on the bubbles and foam. Spins and dips you at midnight and finishes with the sweetest kiss.

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Life Day Eve Feast

Day 12 ~ feast ~ indoor picnic by the tree/fireplace ~ Echo x Riyo Chuchi

Word Count: 561 Content: wine/alcohol, established relationship/married with a kid, NSFW 18+ MDNI, oral sex (f receiving)

Language Guide:

Pantoran katoyi - adopted parent

Mando'a uja - honey "cyar'ika, gar mesh nakar'mir kyre" - "darling, your beauty knows no limits" "ner murey'yc cyar'ad" - my sexy lover "mhi narsir gatal'ur cuun tad'ik'aad ibi'ca" - "I think we are going to make our second baby tonight"

“Uja?” Echo called as the door slid shut behind him. “You home?”

“In here,” she answered.

Echo stowed his gear away in its spot near the door; always prepared to ship out again on a moment’s notice.

“I’m sorry I’m late, cyar’ika,” he said as he walked through the house. “Vik and Em got into another argument and I was deemed the only adult in the area.”

“Always the katoyi,” she laughed as she met him at the entryway to the living room, handing him a glass of wine.

He accepted it gratefully, taking a sip before he’d really taken her image in, but when he did his mouth nearly fell open. His wife stood before him, her own glass of wine in hand, wearing a new robe. It went all the way to the floor, sheer dark blue fabric lined, a faux fur trim lining the edges. Beneath the garment was her gorgeous body, fully on display for him.

“Riyo,” he breathed, setting his glass on the nearby table so he could drop to his knees before her, pushing her to lean against the archway. “Cyar’ika, gar mesh nakar’mir kyre.”

Riyo giggled as he wrapped his arms around her, being careful not to snag his scomp in the velvety-soft fabric. He buried his face against her midsection. “Echo,” she hummed, her cheeks flushing to a beautiful indigo. “You know I’m not very fluent in Mando’a yet.”

“And I love you anyway,” he snarked, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. “Where’s the kid?”

“Bossing around her uncles, picking out Life Day presents,” she smiled, setting her glass down as well to pull his cybernetic headgear. “I told Hunter to take his time.”

“Maker, I love you.”

She laughed, though it quickly morphed into a soft sigh as his kisses began to trail down her hip. “I love you, too.”

“I need you, ner murey’yc cyar’ad,” he moaned against her, his lips so close to where he desperately wanted them. 

She shuddered, biting her lips to stop herself from whimpering. “You know, I- mmh!” She was cut off as he mouthed at her veiled core. “I had a whole thing- ah!- set up– Oh gods.”

Echo pulled away, licking the smears of her slick that had leaked from the sheer fabric onto his lips. “‘A whole thing’?” he questioned, clearly amused by how breathless she was quickly becoming.

She gestured to the room beside them with a chuckle. 

He tore his gaze away from her to take in their living room. There, by the fireplace, was a blanket laid out on the floor with the wine she’d poured them and a platter of sliced fruit. He smiled up at her. “A little Life Day Eve feast for two?”

“I’d hardly call it a feast,” she laughed. “It’s just some fruit–”

“And the meal is right here in front of me,” he half-growled.

She moaned as he returned his mouth’s attention to her. “Echo!”

He chuckled, the low rumbles sending heat straight to her core. “Mhi narsir gatal’ur cuun tad’ik’aad ibi’ca.”

Chills ran up Riyo’s spine. “What did you say?”

“I said,” he smirked. “‘I think we are going to make our second baby tonight’.”

“Gods,” she sighed, her hands pulling at his head to press him back into her, fingers weaving into the thatch of short, thick curls atop his head. 

Language Guide:

Pantoran katoyi - adopted parent

Mando'a uja - honey "cyar'ika, gar mesh nakar'mir kyre" - "darling, your beauty knows no limits" "ner murey'yc cyar'ad" - my sexy lover "mhi narsir gatal'ur cuun tad'ik'aad ibi'ca" - "I think we are going to make our second baby tonight"

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" No. Nobody likes the snow. It's cold and wet, and anyone who likes to play with it probably isn't over the age of 7. "

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Without You

Day 10 ~ surprise visit ~ "I didn't know you were here." ~ Rex x Reader

Word Count: 824 Content: injury, bacta, pain meds, prior relationship

Mando'a Guide: mesh'la - beautiful Echo provides translations for the rest!

As the door closed behind you, you kicked your snowy boots off and slid your jacket off, hanging it on the rack. You were surprised that you couldn’t hear anyone. Typically when you’d come home, you could hear the siblings bickering, but tonight it was quiet.

A blonde head peeked around the corner.

“You’re here!” Omega gasped, running at you.

You crouched to meet her in a hug. “Hey, kiddo,” you smiled. “Where is everyone?”

Omega pulled away, looking almost conflicted. 

“Meg,” you chuckled nervously. “You’re not here by yourself, are you?”

“No,” she said quickly. 

“Who else is here?”

“Well, everyone was home…”

You brushed her bangs out of her eyes, tilting her face to look at you.

“What’s going on, Omega?” you asked. “Where did your brothers go?”

“They went with Gregor,” she finally answered. “Except for Echo. He’s upstairs…”

“About time he visited,” you mumbled as you stood, quickly walking further into the house. 

“With Rex,” she finished.

You froze and your heart started to pound in your chest as you glanced at her over your shoulder. “Rex is here?”

She nodded. “They got in an hour ago. Echo brought Rex upstairs, and everyone else went with Gregor. He- he was– he’d been in bacta.”

You nodded solemnly, anxiety gnawing at your gut as you made your way to the home medical wing the boys had set up in their house. 

You choked back a gasp as you entered the room. Rex lay asleep on the medical bed, his midsection wrapped in layer after layer of bandages. You could see where the bacta healed cuts and bruises all over his body, leaving hints of yellow marks and silvered lines. 

Echo had pulled a chair to his bedside, his head in the crook of his arm. He seemed to be asleep. That’s probably why Omega stayed so quiet.

You turned your attention back to Rex, your hand brushing his cheek. “Oh, darling,” you whispered. “What happened to you?” 

“Mesh’la,” he sighed as his eyes fluttered open.

You startled a little, pulling your hand away and stepping back. He chuckled so softly you thought you’d imagined it. 

“Didn’t n- know you were here?” he breathed. 

You struggled to stifle a laugh; whatever pain medication Tech and Echo had him on clearly affected his lucidity. 

“I live here,” you told him. 

“Oh,” he hummed. “Oh, yeah. With- mmm… with Cross.” 

Your cheeks flushed. “Not- not with him. I mean, he lives here, too but I don’t n- I’m not–”

“Easy, mesh’la,” Echo chuckled. You hadn’t realized he was awake. “You deny it any harder, you might explode.”

“I just mean that we’re not–”

“‘S’okay,” Rex mumbled. “He- can take care of you now.”

“Rex–”

Echo called your name. “He’s barely lucid,” he explained. “He doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“I do,” Rex protested, louder than he had been, and caused a coughing fit.

Echo jumped up to hold his former captain steady, who tried to wave him off. 

“‘M fine,” he rasped. “M–mesh’la, I know I didn't take care of you like I shoulda–” he coughed harshly. “If- if Cross takes- if he can take care of you–”

“Rex,” you finally stopped him.

He finally fell back against the bed. You sat on the edge of it, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. 

“Rex, I know you’re on some strong meds and I don’t know if you’re going to understand,” you said, biting your lip. “But you left me. You decided to go back and fight. You broke my heart to keep me away but I can fight with you.  Crosshair has been a good friend, but I’ve only ever wanted you. Ni- ni kar’tayl… gar darasuum, Rex.”

Rex closed his eyes tightly. “No, I-I can’t– ner runi ru'kel ash'amur ures gar,” he pleaded. “Ni linibar at cabuor gar, mesh’la. Gedet’ye.”

You couldn’t understand what he was saying; Crosshair and Tech had helped you learn how to tell Rex you loved him, but that and the couple nicknames they all had for you was pretty much the extent of your mando’a knowledge. 

But you did know that Rex tended to slip into using language exclusively when he couldn’t control his emotions. Whatever he was telling you, he meant it from his never-planted roots.

“Bic cuyir ori'shya cyarir par ni,” he said. “Gar cuyir ner oyu'baat.”

You glanced at Echo���his eyes sad and sympathetic–then back to Rex.

“I love you, Rex,” you whispered, certain that your voice would break if you spoke any louder. “I– I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry.”

You left quickly, Echo calling your name. He caught up to you in the hallway, his hand on your shoulder.

“‘My soul would die without you’,” Echo said.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“‘My soul would die without you. I need to protect you, please,’” he translated. “‘It is more than love for me, you are my universe.’ That’s what he said.”

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Take Us With You

Day 9 ~ Christmas Life Day fair/market ~ late shopping (together) ~ Hunter & Omega, Hunter x Reader

Word Count: 850 Content: fluff, talk about legacy, mentions of clones accelerated aging

You clung to Hunter’s hand, trying your best not to get separated from him in the bustling crowds of Life Day Festival goers. You could tell he was uncomfortable, but the poor, sweet man was determined to pick out gifts for each of his siblings, even if Life Day was tomorrow.

“We still need something for Omega,” he grumbled as the two of you sat outside a small cafe, sipping hot cocoa. He’d looked at practically every booth for just the right thing, considering your suggestions, but nothing sat right with him.

“Darling,” you smiled softly at him. “You know she’s going to love whatever you give her, don’t you?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know,” he agreed. “It’s just– she’s growing up, you know? I mean it was easier just a few years ago. I could get her a stuffed toy or art supplies–”

“She would still love art supplies.”

“She doesn’t draw as much as she used to.” He sighed again, pulling his silver-streaked hair loose from the small bun he’d situated at the back of his head, rubbing at his scalp. You watched his eyes grow sad. “I want her to have something that will last. She’s gonna be the last of us left. We always thought we wouldn’t live long enough to have a legacy but then she came along and now, it’s her.”

You gripped his hand. “You’ve raised a kind, smart, capable young woman, Hunter. That’s a beautiful legacy to leave behind. And I think I have an idea.”

The next morning, you rose lazily to find your husband still snoozing. You smiled. It had taken so long to get him to not only be able to sleep comfortably for more than a couple hours at a time, but to sleep deeply enough to wake after the sun rose.

You scooched yourself closer, brushing his long hair from his face so you could press soft kisses against his jaw.

“Mmm?” he hummed, his eyes barely open.

You smiled at him. “Good morning, sergeant.”

He hummed again. “Too early,” he decided, lifting the blanket to flop it over top of you.

“It’s Life Day, honey,” you laughed. “If we don’t get up soon, our bedroom is going to be invaded by–”

As if on cue, the door to your room slid open, revealing Omega and Batcher. 

Batcher was on the bed in an instant, giving hushed barks as she bounded onto Hunter, licking his face. Omega laughed from the doorway, where you joined her as the ambush quickly turned into a hound wrestling match. 

After begging, pleading, and eventually bribing with the promise of Wrecker’s cookies, Batcher jumped off the bed, trotting off to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Omega laughed as she left.

When the two of you finally came downstairs, Wrecker was making breakfast with Omega and Batcher working as enthusiastic taste-testers. 

Echo had gotten in yesterday and was sitting at the table on a datapad, still looking somewhat asleep as he sipped his caf.

It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang, revealing Crosshair, Tech, and Phee.

Gifts were exchanged and your little house on Pabu was filled with laughter, joy, and warmth.

Once everything began to settle down, you knew there was one more gift being given. 

Omega had made her way to the balcony outside for some fresh air, and a moment later, Hunter joined her.

“Hey kid,” he smiled.

She chuckled. “Not so much a kid anymore,” she said, her lips growing into a smirk. “Old man.”

Hunter laughed and agreed. “I know, I know. You’re all grown up.” He went quiet for a moment, watching the waves lap against the docks not far below the house. “You know, Mega, I tried to find the perfect thing to give you today. We even went off-world to a festival to look at their shops. But in the end, I couldn’t come up with anything that felt right.”

“Hunter, you know I’d like anything–”

“I know, I know,” he waved her off. “But I wanted to get the right thing. This might be the last one of these we’ve got with you–

Omega balked. “Don’t talk like that!��

“I didn’t mean it like that. Omega, I know you’ve been talking to Echo about joining the rebellion,” he smirked at her.

“Ah,” she sighed. “I wondered if you knew.”

He took her hand. “You’re going to do great things, kid, and Echo, Rex, and the others aside,” he gestured to their brothers inside. “We’re getting too old to keep up with you out there.”

He reached up, untying his ever-present bandana, letting the curls it typically held back fall in his face. “Clone Force 99 is gonna live on in you long after we’re gone and I want you to take us with you in a small way.” 

He set it atop her head and tied it under her ponytail. She was beaming. Once he stepped back to admire it, she made a couple of little adjustments.

“How does it look?” she grinned.

“It suits you,” he said, pulling her into a tight hug.

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The Greatest Honor

Week 11 ~ Christmas Life Day vacation ~

Word Count: 747 Content: brief suggestive themes, 18+ MDNI, teasing, marriage proposal

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Mando’a Guide: cyar'ika - sweetheart, darling

“Seriously, Cody,” you whined. “Where are we going?”

Your partner simply smirked as the two of you made the jump into hyperspace.

“Where’s the fun in telling you that?” he chuckled.

“It would be nice to be able to anticipate… anything about this trip you’ve planned out,” you huffed.

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise!” 

That smug bastard. You had half a mind to wipe that goofy grin right off his face. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “Can you at least tell me how long until we get there?”

“Just a couple hours.”

“Then I’m going to take a nap,” you told him as you started to walk back to the bunks in the back of the ship.

“You know,” he started, with that tone. He was somewhat terrible at flirting, but you could always tell when he was trying. “We’ve got a couple hours to kill, all by ourselves…”

He let the implication hang in the air.

You chuckled, walking back to him in the pilot’s chair, straddling his lap. You could feel him growing to strain against his pants.

“Are you going to tell me what you have planned?” you whispered.

He whimpered as you rolled your hips. “That- that’s not f-fair.”

You loved how flustered he got any time you took charge. It wouldn’t win you over this time. “Then you can take care of this,” you rolled your hips again and he sighed. “By yourself for now.” You winked and pressed a peck to his cheek, before getting up and walking back to the bunks to nap.

You woke to his gentle touch cupping your cheek. You hadn’t realized how cold you’d gotten until you were nuzzling against his constantly warm hand. 

“C’mon, cyar’ika,” he laughed. “We’re here.”

You groaned as he slipped his arms under yours, pulling you from the bunk. 

He smiled at you as you found yourself upright. He walked over to the bag he’d packed for you–he’d even refused to let you pick out your own clothes–and pulled a few items from it.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you a thick jacket, a hat, and gloves. “You’re gonna need them.”

���Cody, what are you up to?” you chuckled as you did as he asked.

“You’ll see.”

As the ramp lowered, you were met with a sight you hadn’t seen in… maker, you didn’t even know how long.

It was nearly twilight, the sun hanging low in the sky, painting a soft, warm palette over the snowy landscape. Your eyes landed on a nearby tree. Its trunk was thick and tall, with endless branches stemming off, covered in snow and ice rather than its usual blue leaves and white flowers. It was beautiful, but your eyes welled up as you realized what seeing this tree meant.

“Is- is this?” you stammered, pulling your watery gaze from the sight to face your partner’s wide smile. “Oh, Cody, did you bring me home?”

He nodded. “You said you missed the seasons and winter on your planet, so I thought maybe you’d want to–”

“You thought right,” you whispered breathlessly, pulling him into a long kiss.

You pulled away, smiling as he seemed to take a moment before letting his eyes flutter open. 

“I got us a hotel in town so we didn’t have to sleep on the ship,” he told you as he brought you under the tree to a wooden swing.

“How long can we stay?” you asked.

“There’s a week-long festival for Life Day, but we can stay as long as you like.”

You laughed. “Maker, you really did plan it all out, didn’t you?”

Cody chuckled, his hand fidgeting in his pocket.

“What?” you teased. “You look nervous.”

Cody scoffed, shaking his head as he said your name. “Cyar’ika, I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me.” He took your hand in his. “I wasn’t built for this kind of thing. I was made to be a war machine, a ruthless killer, but then the war ended. And you found me,” he chuckled. “I was a goner the second you started talking to me.”

Realization started to click in your mind, only to be confirmed by the way he lowered to one knee.

“You are everything to me,” he said, using your full name. “Just to be near you for the rest of my life would be the greatest honor I could ever dream of. Will you marry me?”

You just about tackled him. “Yes!” 

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Earn It

Day 8 ~ touch starved ~ Wolffe x GN!Reader

Word Count: 783 Content: non-gendered reader, baker reader, mandalorian reader, break up, ghosting

Mando'a Guide: sarad - flower, blossom mesh'la - beautiful hutyc - cowardly *There is also two full sentences of mando'a within the fic which have been translated within the text*

You could hear the doorbell of your small shop buzzing. You knew someone was trying to get your attention but you were practically elbow-deep in the dough you were kneading. And besides, it was 4:30 in the morning, you weren’t under any obligation to answer the door.

After three or four normal buzzes with short, impatient intervals in between, it became more incessant, the buzzes becoming longer and louder. However, you were fairly certain the latter was just in your imagination.

You huffed as you worked your hands back out of the dough, holding them aloft as you walked briskly to the door. You hit the button to open it with your hip.

“What in the Sith Hells could you possibly–”

As your eyes finally processed what they were seeing, your irritated interrogation stopped immediately.

“Hey sarad,” Wolffe smirked. He was in regular clothes, a bag thrown over his shoulder. He must’ve just arrived on-world. “Can I come in?”

“W-Wolffe,” you breathed, stepping to the side.

“Echo said you’d turned this place into a bakery,” he hummed as he looked around. “I mean, it was pretty much already one but I guess now it’s official.”

“Yeah,” you said again, cursing your apparent inability to say anything else.

“Still got that spare room upstairs?” he continued. The question seemed innocent, but the way his gaze landed on you sent your heartbeat racing.

“I- um, well, not exactly,” you stumbled. “Since I opened up the downstairs to be the bakery, my living room and kitchenette are now in that spare room.”

Wolffe nodded, though his eyes never left you.

You could feel yourself shying away from that intense, mismatched gaze, so you quickly returned to your kitchen, and back to working the large mound of dough.

Wolffe had followed you, leaning against the entryway to watch you work.

“That looks like a lot,” he hummed.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged.

“I-I could help,” he said. “If you want.”

You barked a laugh as you left the dough to wash your hands. “Yeah, Mister I-Can-and-Have-Burnt-Water,” you smirked. “Like I’m gonna let you in my professional kitchen.”

“I’m not that bad,” he scowled, though the hint of a smile tugging at his lips told you he wasn’t actually offended.

“Why are you here, Wolffe?” you asked abruptly, pointing your bench scraper at him. “You and I both know Echo already told you about how I rearranged my house.”

Wolffe scratched at the back of his neck. “Yeah, he did.”

“What do you want from me?”

Wolffe went silent, not meeting your eye. You sighed and went back to cutting and shaping small balls from the mass of dough.

“A second chance,” he finally murmured, moving closer to you until he stood at the other side of your workbench. “I-I was an idiot, sarad. I got scared and–”

“You got scared,” you repeated, setting your work aside and wiping your hands on your apron. “You disappeared. You went off on a mission with Rex and then had Gregor tell me you weren’t coming back.”

“Sarad–”

“Don’t ‘sarad’ me, Wolffe!” you growled, stepping around the table to get in his face. “You just show up one day and sweep me off my feet, calling me ‘sarad’ and ‘mesh’la’, taking me out on dates. Maker, you spent a year romancing me, and then when I say you could move out of Hunter’s house and into mine, you disappear in the middle of the night? And now, two years later, you want back in?”

He stood silent, never dropping his eyes from your fiery gaze, but his hand lifted, slowly and gently coming up to brush away some errant flour from your cheek. That briefest moment of contact sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t quite recall the last time anyone had touched you with such soft intent.

“Meh ni reta’naa’vaabir bic an,” he whispered, his hand still resting softly against your cheek. “Ibac cuy an ni reta’vercopaanir bah vaabir.” [If I could undo it all, that is all I could hope to do.]

Your breath was taken for a moment, but you quickly regained your senses and pushed his hand away. “Tion’jor ne’ret gar rejorhaa’ir ni ru gar ru’ba’slanar?” you hissed back in your native tongue. [Why couldn’t you tell me before you left?]

Wolffe turned away. “I have no excuses,” he said. “I shouldn’t have left at all and I never should have sent someone else to tell you. I was hutyc.”

“You hurt me, Wolffe,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You broke my heart.”

“I don’t expect you to ever forgive me or trust me again,” he continued. “But I’ll never stop trying to earn it.”

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im??? crying???? was it going to say meat droid???? im going to go get this thunderstorm in my eyes under control now

The Fight

Day 7 ~ a little accident ~ "I was just trying to help!" ~ Fox x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2033 Content: Clone Rights are Sentient Rights, hate crime (SERIOUSLY; Recommended 18+), cuts, blood, injury, bacta, patching up injuries, assault, Palpy dies (Fox kills him) AU, Fox is bristly and very bad at feelings

Mando'a Guide: mesh'la - beautiful

It was your fault, of course. You hadn’t been paying attention to where you were walking, your eyes completely focused on your datapad. You were working late and didn’t think anyone would be around, but as you came into contact with something you could’ve mistaken for a solid wall and fell to the ground, you were acutely aware that someone else was here.

“Oh, stars,” you stammered, your face flushing. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was–” 

The sentient wall you’d collided with said your name to stop you, and as your gaze lifted, you saw the gloved hand offered to you and scanned the person offering it.

“C-commander Fox,” you breathed. It had been a while since you’d seen him; your senator had been working around the clock to get ready to present their bill to the senate and since the only other aide had quit about a month ago, you’d been working triple overtime for weeks. “I’m so–”

“It’s alright,” he shrugged. His hand twitched, reminding you to accept his offer. 

He hauled you to your feet, then reached down to pick up the datapad you’d dropped in the collision.

“Probably need this,” he said, holding it toward you as if to hand it off.

“Yes,” you agreed, reaching for the pad only to have it pulled back.

“Nuh-uh,” Fox hummed. “I have a personal rule that if someone’s so busy they can’t bother to watch where they’re going, I get to see why.”

“Fox, wait–”

But it was too late. He was already swiping through the endless list of documents; selections of laws to indicate precedent, sentience research, and plans for backpay, benefits, housing, and infrastructure.

“This is…” he muttered after a long moment, shoving the datapad back into your hands. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Your face flushed again. “What? No, it’s–”

“You can’t seriously think– Chuchi can’t seriously think this will pass.”

You heard the words as they transmitted through his helmet, but you heard the tone more than that. It was one you’d heard from the many clones Senator Chuchi had interviewed. You’d taken notes of those meetings, but the plain words you’d typed couldn’t ever convey that same tone you heard now. Hopelessness.

“Riyo thinks it has a shot,” you told him. “I know it has a shot. And if it fails, we have plans to begin a campaign with the citizens of the Republic and we’ll put it up again.”

Fox was quiet, but you could see the tension in his frame.

“The bill is being presented in a week by Senators Chuchi, Amidala, and Mothma,” you continued. “It has the support of Chancellor Organa and the Jedi Council.”

“It’s performative at best,” Fox finally bit back. “At its worst, it fails again and the crimes that are being committed against me and my brothers get worse and continue to go unprosecuted!” His hands clenched at his sides. “In the extremely unlikely event that it could pass, the majority of the Senate will never agree on the budget, there will be demands for endless sentience testing which will bring even more attention and public persecution down on us. Is that what you want?”

You felt like you were on the verge of tears, your words tearing out of your throat. “No! Stars, no, I would never wish any harm against any of you.” 

“You’ve got files in there with vode numbers,” he said, his voice lethally calm. “You’re interviewing us.”

You searched that unchanging face of his helmet. “Yes. Yes, we’ve been interviewing clones. We want to speak for clones, not just about them. We want to gain their perspective.”

“Is that what our ‘date’ was?” he asked, quieter now, though you could hear the way he spat the word date like it was poison in his mouth. “Just another interview? Some way to trot us out in front of the media? Something the reporters can twist into some sob story?”

Your heart was shattering in your chest. “Fox, how could you think that I–”

“The fuck am I supposed to think?” he seethed. “We go out and I have the best night of my exceedingly short life and then you disappear for months–no messages, I never see you anymore–and then when you do show up again, you run into me like I’m a fucking potted plant, carrying a datapad full of information that could ruin me and my brothers in the eyes of the natborns?” He threw his hands up. “How could I think anything else?”

You could feel the tears streaming down your face in earnest now. “Fox, you asked me out,” you whispered. “I said yes because I like you more than I should. I’ve spent more time in this building in the last few months than I have in my apartment because Senators are trying to help. I am just trying to help because you deserve it. You all deserve far more than the Clone Rights Bill could ever provide, but if it can show you and your brothers even a percentage of the debt and gratitude the galaxy owes you then we will fight for it. Just like you all fought for us.”

Fox went quiet and still, so much so that you thought he’d turned into a statue. You let the silence envelope you, giving him the time and space he needed to process, despite how badly you longed to throw your arms around him and just pull him into the tightest hug he’d allow.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, just loud enough for the mic in his helmet to pick it up. “My concerns about the effects of the bill still stand, but… what I said about you is- it’s unacceptable and I am- I am deeply sorry. It wasn’t fair.”

You swiped at the streaks of tears on your cheeks. “I understand.”

The silence fell between the two of you again, slightly more comfortable than before. But something was nagging at the back of your mind.

“‘The crimes committed against me and my brothers’,” you muttered.

Fox looked toward you. “What?”

“You said ‘against me and my brothers’,” you repeated, your brain slowly putting together the puzzle. You hated the image it was forming. “If you had meant clones in general you would’ve just said ‘my brothers’, you wouldn’t have placed yourself into the sentence.”

Fox stood silently, helmet turning away.

“What happened?” you breathed. He turned further away. You laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Fox, please.”

You could hear the shaky exhale as he lifted his arms to pull his helmet off.

The noise that escaped you was half a gasp and half a sob. Blood-soaked gauze stretched haphazardly across his face from his right temple, down, across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. You could see the bruises that lined the injury, as well as the deep purple bruises around his swollen left eye.

You felt sick. How could someone do this to another person? And to Fox? Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard saved the galaxy from the clutches of Darth Sidious.

You couldn’t help the way you reached for him. The way he stifled a flinch, however, pulled fresh tears from your eyes. 

“Come home with me,” you whispered.

Fox scowled, despite the pain that filled his eyes.

“I have bacta, and I can help dress it a little better,” you explained. “Please.”

He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

“Fine.”

You led him back through the building, sending a quick message to Senator Chuchi to let her know you were going home for the evening. None of the taxis were around, so you led him the short walk to the senate-provided apartment building.

The door to your apartment slid open, and you half-expected to find it full of cobwebs. 

“You can take your armor off if you want,” you told him as he walked in. “But you don’t have to.”

You smiled softly–hoping for it to come across as “encouraging”–as he pulled his helmet off, automatically tucking it under his arm. 

You pulled out one of the chairs at the tiny table in your tiny kitchen, gesturing to it for him to sit while you got your med kit.

Moments later you were trying to remove the gauze delicately when he waved your hands away. “Stop,” he sighed. “Just–”

With a few quick pulls, the tape and gauze were removed. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his unfazed expression.

A small section of the scabbed-over wound began to drip blood. “Didn’t you stop the bleeding before you slapped a bandage on it?” you muttered as you pressed a fresh piece of gauze to it.

“No,” he said simply. You could tell he was fighting the urge to shrug. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Why not?” you asked as you started to smear bacta across his face. “I know you guys get basic medical training.”

“Didn’t have the time.”

Your brow furrowed. 

“I had to start my shift. Didn’t have time to fuck around with it all.”

“Your shift couldn’t wait?” 

The sentence came out before you could stop it. You already knew the answer; of course it couldn’t. He was expected to be in certain places at certain times, and if he wasn’t? Well, you were sure it wouldn’t be good.  

“I clocked in with the asshole in custody,” he grumbled. “He made me late for the first time in my life.”

After a few more moments, you had the cuts patched up and were digging out some pain meds. 

“Patch, pill, or stim?” You asked. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he tried, though his tone told you it was probably in vain. 

“Fox,” you sighed. “I’m not letting you leave until you have a pain med in your system.”

He glared at you but sighed. “Pill’s fine.”

You smiled and nodded, treading over to the cabinet to pull them out. 

“You know,” you said, picking the right bottle. “I think our conversations would be much smoother if I didn’t have to make you talk–”

As you turned to bring the meds to him, it happened again. 

He wasn’t sitting at the table like you thought he was, but standing right behind you. 

You jumped, flailing into him. 

He caught you against his chest but groaned.

“Fox,” you scolded. “You scared the–”

“I know, I know, mesh’la,” he muttered, words coming out between uncomfortable breaths. “And I’m not complaining about being so close to you, but it’s just–”

You tapped his chest plate. He grunted. 

You were both quiet for a moment as he released you.

“Take off your armor,” you finally said. “Not an option this time.”

He didn’t fight it for once. He took the plastoid pieces off, stacking them neatly next to the table with an ease that can only come from repetition.

He stood before you in his black under armor, hardly meeting your eye.

“Show me?” you whispered.

His eyes shut, his body tense, but then he lifted the top half of the suit revealing golden skin marred by deep, endless bruises. But then you saw it. 

Meat Dro

Carved into his chest. Somehow that fucker had carved the sickening message into his skin. The cuts weren’t deep, but the blood dried around them told you he didn’t have time to patch these up either.

It was unfinished, probably when Fox had gotten the situation under control or someone showed up to help him.

It wasn’t until Fox’s arms wrapped around you that you realized you were crying again.

“It’s alright,” he told you, his voice quiet and softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I- I’m alright.”

Your body was shaking. “None of this is alright,” you told him. 

Fox was quiet, his fingers rubbing small circles between your shoulders. 

Moments later, once you’d finally gathered yourself enough to dress these wounds as well, your hand stopped, inches away from applying the bacta to his chest.

“Take pictures,” he said after a moment.

“Fox, I–”

“Take pictures,” he repeated, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Add them to the fight.”

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Headaches …

Day 2

~ little lie ~ trapped together in a snowstorm ~

Word Count: 2277

Content: trapped in a cave, frequent headaches, tight spaces, references to the inhibitor chips and Order 66, being silenced, unspoken attraction/feelings

If you asked General Kenobi, the way they’d found themselves in this Force-forsaken cave was through a strategic retreat and it would be an excellent way to both evade the enemy and take them by surprise on the other side of the mountain.

If you asked Cody, this was just another scrape they’d find their way out of eventually… probably.

Cody could feel the headache growing behind his eyes. His headaches had been getting worse, not that anyone knew he’d been having them to begin with, and he thought about using one of the pain stims he kept on his belt.

No, better not, he decided. Knowing his general and how it usually went when they were cut off from the rest of the unit, they’d get into an even more complicated mess. He didn’t want to waste the small supply he did have, especially not on himself for something as measly as a headache.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Obi-Wan noted of the avalanche that closed them in. “Though not entirely unwelcome.”

“Sir?” Cody’s voice sounded more tired than usual.

“The droids would have fired blindly on the cave despite the blizzard, but they are less likely to bother with the meters of rubble blocking their line of fire,” Kenobi explained, one hand stroking his beard.

Cody didn’t answer, simply shining the light on his helmet around the cavern.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Cody must’ve been tired; he barely heard the general approach him. “Fine, sir,” he said. He knew it wasn’t entirely true, but the general just wanted to make sure Cody was uninjured.

He could practically feel Kenobi’s suspicion, nerves tingling.

“I’ve been trying to make contact with the company,” he continued. “But I don’t think anything will make it through the rubble, let alone the storm.”

“Yes, I suppose not,” Obi-Wan agreed, though he sounded distracted. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I said I’m fine,” Cody growled before he could think better of it. Out of his periphery, he could see Obi-Wan recoil slightly. Regret instantly coiled in his chest. “I- my apologies, sir, I didn’t–”

“That’s alright, Commander,” Obi-Wan replied, waving him off.

His tone was even-keeled as ever, but Cody felt a coldness to it; the general only ever used his rank around others, seldom when they were alone. He seemed to prefer using their names whenever possible.

“General, I–”

“I suppose we ought to find a way out of here,” Obi-Wan continued, blowing past Cody’s pitiful attempt at an apology. The general ignited his lightsaber, illuminating the dark cave along with Cody’s flashlight.

Cody inspected the new wall of rock that prevented their exit. “It would take days to clear this all.”

“Ah-ha!” The general half-shouted. “There’s a small passageway over here; it’s a tight squeeze, but we’ll fit.”

Cody joined him to look at the crevice. He crouched down in front of it. “Sir,” he started uncertainly. “I’m sure you could fit through here, but you’re a bit… less stocky.”

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan smirked. “You’ll have to remove your belt and perhaps your chest plate, but I imagine you’ll make it through just fine, Commander.”

Cody clicked his tongue a few times, muting the mic in his helmet while he grumbled. He watched Obi-Wan slip through the thin space ridiculously easy.

“Alright, pass your gear through,” he called.

After a few more unbroadcasted grunts of discontent, Cody’s chest plate, back plate, and belt were waiting to be reapplied with Obi-Wan. Cody pressed himself into the odd space, needing to contort his posture a little until he was almost, almost – thunk.

Cody sighed.

“What is it?” Kenobi called.

Cody clicked his mic back on. “I have to go back; my helmet doesn’t fit through the top second.”

“Ah yes,” Obi-Wan hummed. “I did scrape my cheek through there.”

Cody shuffled back, choosing not to make a sarcastic comment about the timing of that warning.

Once he was back out, he rolled his helmet through to Obi-Wan and began to squeeze back through.

As Cody finally made it through, he looked up at his general expectantly.

“Perhaps you should’ve just taken all of your armor off,” Obi-Wan mused.

Without realizing it, and with his helmet still in the general’s hands, he clicked his tongue once, then twice more.

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Commander Cody, did you just try to mute me?”

Cody froze his hands still at the edges of his chest plate where they’d been reattaching them.

Cody could feel his heart stop.

He’d done it, now; he’d pushed too far. Yes, General Kenobi was easier-going than other Generals, and their relationship over the course of the war had gotten far more… casual than the rigid professionality with which it had begun. But now? First snapping at him, now trying to mute him like a shiny? Oh, he’d be reassigned to Kamino by tomorrow.

But then Kenobi did something. It wasn’t entirely unusual; Cody had seen it before, but he wasn’t typically the subject of it, merely a bystander.

General Obi-Wan Kenobi eyed him, then lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the cave floor, patting the space in front of him.

Cody was still certain that he no longer had a heartbeat.

“Sir?” he rasped out.

“Sit, Cody.”

Relief, like a light mist of rain, showered over his nerves. The use of his name was a good sign, wasn’t it?

Cody did as he was told, wincing slightly as his knee twinged on the way.

Once he was settled, he glanced up at Obi-Wan.

“Please talk to me,” Obi-Wan said. It was soft, gentle even; it wasn’t a command or an order, but a request. “I know we’re in a difficult situation, but you and I have been through worse and came out of it alright. Something is bothering you.”

“I’ve been–” Cody started, but something screamed at him to stop, to shut his mouth. His jaw clicked shut.

“You’ve been?” Obi-Wan prompted.

Cody’s mouth opened again, only to find it closing once more. His brow furrowed as he tried again to voice his issue. “I–”

Obi-Wan’s expression shifted from concern to confusion. “It’s alright,” he said, sounding less like the professional, charismatic front he put on in front of others and more like the friend he’d become to Cody. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Cody fought once more with his own vocal cords. Why couldn’t he just tell him? It’s just a damn headache. He opened his mouth again and again but all that came out was air.

Obi-Wan sat silently, watching Cody with growing worry. After a few more moments of silence, he reached towards Cody, his hand stopping just short of touching his shoulder.

“Is there another way that would be easier?” Obi-Wan tried. “Perhaps you could write it?”

Cody looked down to the dirt where he was gesturing. He reached for it but found his hand to be shaking.

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan murmured, his voice full of sympathy. “Would you…” he hesitated. “Would you be willing to show me?”

Obi-Wan’s hand extended towards Cody, palm open and inviting.

Cody glanced between his hand and his face a few times, finding nothing but warmth and deep concern.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan stammered. “I- I shouldn’t push you like that.”

Cody’s hands acted before he could think, grasping his general’s hand between his.

Cody wasn’t sure what happened next. Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes opened wide but went out of focus. He was certain he could almost feel Obi-Wan in his mind.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan seemed to come back slowly. His eyes refocusing on the man before him, his hand slightly trembling between Cody’s. He let out a shaky breath in what felt more like a sob. He wasn’t sure, he might’ve imagined it, but Cody thought he saw a few tears slide down Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“Sir?” he managed, his voice still being difficult.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice tinged with something Cody struggled to identify. He used his free hand to wipe the errant tears from his eyes.

“What did you see?” Cody’s voice finally came.

Obi-Wan looked up at him. He hesitated, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’re in pain,” he said, his eyes flicking from Cody’s own to the right side of Cody’s head and back. “You– I think you might be… unwell.”

Cody could feel the gears whirring in his mind. “Helix said that blow last week didn’t give me a concussion.”

“It didn’t, this… this is something else,” Obi-Wan pulled his hands away, wrapping his arms around himself. “You’ve been having headaches, that’s what you were trying to tell me.” Cody nodded. “It seems there may be something… something in your head that could be causing them.”

Cody struggled to process the information.

There was something in his head?

That didn’t make any sense. Clones didn’t get sick the same way natborns did; sure, they could fall ill despite their genetically enhanced immune system, but unknown diseases developing in a clone’s body? That shouldn’t be possible.

“Cody, did you hear me?”

His general’s voice–as well as the icy cold drop of water that fell and landed on his aching temple–pulled him back to the moment.

“Sorry, sir,” he replied.

“That’s alright,” Obi-Wan said. “I asked if you thought we should stop to rest.”

He nodded. He should vocally agree. He should refer to Obi-Wan by his rank or ‘sir’. He should stop calling him ‘Obi-Wan’ in his mind. After all, good soldiers–

His head throbbed.

Without his notice, Obi-Wan moved him around, gently guiding him to sit on a rock while he set up a miniature warmth lamp that Cody kept on his belt.

“Cody?”

He blinked a few times, Obi-Wan coming into focus in front of him–no, above him?

“Come back to me, dear one,” Obi-Wan said upon seeing Cody’s eyes clear. “That’s it. It’s alright.”

“What–”

“You passed out,” Obi-Wan supplied as he helped Cody to sit up. “You were upright one moment and falling over the next.”

A shiver ran down Cody’s spine as he realized was doomed–he knew it and he was sure Obi-Wan knew it–he’d be sent to Kamino. Not to train the younger generations of clones, not to treat whatever sickness worked into his brain. No, he’d be decommissioned. He’d be killed. His body would be stuck in a lab in the depths of Tipoca City and studied. CC-2224 was meant to be an exemplary product of Kaminoan ingenuity; what could have possibly gone so wrong with it?

“That’s not going to happen,” Obi-Wan said suddenly, pushing Cody’s brain to finally realize that he’d gotten up and was pacing while speaking his anxieties aloud. Obi-Wan’s hands gripped Cody’s upper arms, his eyes almost panicked. “I will not let them take you from me.”

Cody blinked. He didn’t hear that right, did he? He couldn’t have heard that right.

“From…” Obi-Wan mumbled. Cody wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him mumble before. “From the 212th.”

His hold on Cody loosened, and Cody found himself missing the contact. Damnit, he thought, certain he was just thinking it and not actually saying it aloud. I thought I was past this.

“I won’t let them take you,” Obi-Wan repeated quietly, turning away.

Cody couldn’t help the way his heart seemed to keep skipping beats. The same heroism he’d witnessed countless times on the battlefield was here now in his words. The same heroism that had attracted Cody in the first place.

A string of curse words flowed through his mind. You’re being irrational, he told himself. Obi–The general, he forced himself to think. The general cares about all of the vode. He hates decommissioning on the whole, not just the idea of me being decommissioned.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we should continue if you’re feeling up to it,” Obi–General Kenobi said.

They trudged through, the dark cavern only illuminated by the general’s lightsaber and Cody’s flashlight.

“General,” he said after a few moments.

“Yes, de– yes, Cody?”

“I’m– I’d like to apologize, sir,” he said.

The general stopped but didn’t turn to face him. “What are you–”

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you,” he managed. He could feel whatever had a hold of his voice before creeping back in. “I should have told you about the– a-about my–”

“It’s alright, Cody,” General Kenobi said once more, though this time he could feel the depth of warmth behind his words. “You don’t have to try and say it. Whatever–or quite possibly whoever–is keeping you from speaking of it will not be letting up on that.”

That didn’t soothe Cody’s nerves.

“I still shouldn’t have–”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said, a little more forcefully as he turned to face his commander. “I am not upset that you didn’t tell me. I am upset that it’s happening at all.”

Cody was fairly certain that Obi-Wan could tell the distinction did little to ease Cody’s mind.

“Cody, I… I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I care for you, quite deeply if I’m being honest,” he continued, and Cody was suddenly very aware of his pounding heart. “I don’t know what is happening to you, I don’t know how or why and that is why I’m upset. You couldn’t have told me because it wouldn’t let you. “

“Y-you…?” Cody hummed. Was he reading into that statement too much? Probably, but what if he wasn’t? Would it really be so bad to let himself imagine what a life like that could be?

Obi-Wan’s cheeks turned dark in the blue light. “Let’s… let’s keep going.”

He turned quickly away, continuing through the cave. Despite himself, Cody felt his arm reach after the man.

He shook his head. You’re an idiot.

His head throbbed again.

To be continued…

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Also are the clicking sounds a coping mechanism?

Headaches …

Day 2

~ little lie ~ trapped together in a snowstorm ~

Word Count: 2277

Content: trapped in a cave, frequent headaches, tight spaces, references to the inhibitor chips and Order 66, being silenced, unspoken attraction/feelings

If you asked General Kenobi, the way they’d found themselves in this Force-forsaken cave was through a strategic retreat and it would be an excellent way to both evade the enemy and take them by surprise on the other side of the mountain.

If you asked Cody, this was just another scrape they’d find their way out of eventually… probably.

Cody could feel the headache growing behind his eyes. His headaches had been getting worse, not that anyone knew he’d been having them to begin with, and he thought about using one of the pain stims he kept on his belt.

No, better not, he decided. Knowing his general and how it usually went when they were cut off from the rest of the unit, they’d get into an even more complicated mess. He didn’t want to waste the small supply he did have, especially not on himself for something as measly as a headache.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Obi-Wan noted of the avalanche that closed them in. “Though not entirely unwelcome.”

“Sir?” Cody’s voice sounded more tired than usual.

“The droids would have fired blindly on the cave despite the blizzard, but they are less likely to bother with the meters of rubble blocking their line of fire,” Kenobi explained, one hand stroking his beard.

Cody didn’t answer, simply shining the light on his helmet around the cavern.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Cody must’ve been tired; he barely heard the general approach him. “Fine, sir,” he said. He knew it wasn’t entirely true, but the general just wanted to make sure Cody was uninjured.

He could practically feel Kenobi’s suspicion, nerves tingling.

“I’ve been trying to make contact with the company,” he continued. “But I don’t think anything will make it through the rubble, let alone the storm.”

“Yes, I suppose not,” Obi-Wan agreed, though he sounded distracted. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I said I’m fine,” Cody growled before he could think better of it. Out of his periphery, he could see Obi-Wan recoil slightly. Regret instantly coiled in his chest. “I- my apologies, sir, I didn’t–”

“That’s alright, Commander,” Obi-Wan replied, waving him off.

His tone was even-keeled as ever, but Cody felt a coldness to it; the general only ever used his rank around others, seldom when they were alone. He seemed to prefer using their names whenever possible.

“General, I–”

“I suppose we ought to find a way out of here,” Obi-Wan continued, blowing past Cody’s pitiful attempt at an apology. The general ignited his lightsaber, illuminating the dark cave along with Cody’s flashlight.

Cody inspected the new wall of rock that prevented their exit. “It would take days to clear this all.”

“Ah-ha!” The general half-shouted. “There’s a small passageway over here; it’s a tight squeeze, but we’ll fit.”

Cody joined him to look at the crevice. He crouched down in front of it. “Sir,” he started uncertainly. “I’m sure you could fit through here, but you’re a bit… less stocky.”

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan smirked. “You’ll have to remove your belt and perhaps your chest plate, but I imagine you’ll make it through just fine, Commander.”

Cody clicked his tongue a few times, muting the mic in his helmet while he grumbled. He watched Obi-Wan slip through the thin space ridiculously easy.

“Alright, pass your gear through,” he called.

After a few more unbroadcasted grunts of discontent, Cody’s chest plate, back plate, and belt were waiting to be reapplied with Obi-Wan. Cody pressed himself into the odd space, needing to contort his posture a little until he was almost, almost – thunk.

Cody sighed.

“What is it?” Kenobi called.

Cody clicked his mic back on. “I have to go back; my helmet doesn’t fit through the top second.”

“Ah yes,” Obi-Wan hummed. “I did scrape my cheek through there.”

Cody shuffled back, choosing not to make a sarcastic comment about the timing of that warning.

Once he was back out, he rolled his helmet through to Obi-Wan and began to squeeze back through.

As Cody finally made it through, he looked up at his general expectantly.

“Perhaps you should’ve just taken all of your armor off,” Obi-Wan mused.

Without realizing it, and with his helmet still in the general’s hands, he clicked his tongue once, then twice more.

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Commander Cody, did you just try to mute me?”

Cody froze his hands still at the edges of his chest plate where they’d been reattaching them.

Cody could feel his heart stop.

He’d done it, now; he’d pushed too far. Yes, General Kenobi was easier-going than other Generals, and their relationship over the course of the war had gotten far more… casual than the rigid professionality with which it had begun. But now? First snapping at him, now trying to mute him like a shiny? Oh, he’d be reassigned to Kamino by tomorrow.

But then Kenobi did something. It wasn’t entirely unusual; Cody had seen it before, but he wasn’t typically the subject of it, merely a bystander.

General Obi-Wan Kenobi eyed him, then lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the cave floor, patting the space in front of him.

Cody was still certain that he no longer had a heartbeat.

“Sir?” he rasped out.

“Sit, Cody.”

Relief, like a light mist of rain, showered over his nerves. The use of his name was a good sign, wasn’t it?

Cody did as he was told, wincing slightly as his knee twinged on the way.

Once he was settled, he glanced up at Obi-Wan.

“Please talk to me,” Obi-Wan said. It was soft, gentle even; it wasn’t a command or an order, but a request. “I know we’re in a difficult situation, but you and I have been through worse and came out of it alright. Something is bothering you.”

“I’ve been–” Cody started, but something screamed at him to stop, to shut his mouth. His jaw clicked shut.

“You’ve been?” Obi-Wan prompted.

Cody’s mouth opened again, only to find it closing once more. His brow furrowed as he tried again to voice his issue. “I–”

Obi-Wan’s expression shifted from concern to confusion. “It’s alright,” he said, sounding less like the professional, charismatic front he put on in front of others and more like the friend he’d become to Cody. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Cody fought once more with his own vocal cords. Why couldn’t he just tell him? It’s just a damn headache. He opened his mouth again and again but all that came out was air.

Obi-Wan sat silently, watching Cody with growing worry. After a few more moments of silence, he reached towards Cody, his hand stopping just short of touching his shoulder.

“Is there another way that would be easier?” Obi-Wan tried. “Perhaps you could write it?”

Cody looked down to the dirt where he was gesturing. He reached for it but found his hand to be shaking.

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan murmured, his voice full of sympathy. “Would you…” he hesitated. “Would you be willing to show me?”

Obi-Wan’s hand extended towards Cody, palm open and inviting.

Cody glanced between his hand and his face a few times, finding nothing but warmth and deep concern.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan stammered. “I- I shouldn’t push you like that.”

Cody’s hands acted before he could think, grasping his general’s hand between his.

Cody wasn’t sure what happened next. Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes opened wide but went out of focus. He was certain he could almost feel Obi-Wan in his mind.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan seemed to come back slowly. His eyes refocusing on the man before him, his hand slightly trembling between Cody’s. He let out a shaky breath in what felt more like a sob. He wasn’t sure, he might’ve imagined it, but Cody thought he saw a few tears slide down Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“Sir?” he managed, his voice still being difficult.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice tinged with something Cody struggled to identify. He used his free hand to wipe the errant tears from his eyes.

“What did you see?” Cody’s voice finally came.

Obi-Wan looked up at him. He hesitated, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’re in pain,” he said, his eyes flicking from Cody’s own to the right side of Cody’s head and back. “You– I think you might be… unwell.”

Cody could feel the gears whirring in his mind. “Helix said that blow last week didn’t give me a concussion.”

“It didn’t, this… this is something else,” Obi-Wan pulled his hands away, wrapping his arms around himself. “You’ve been having headaches, that’s what you were trying to tell me.” Cody nodded. “It seems there may be something… something in your head that could be causing them.”

Cody struggled to process the information.

There was something in his head?

That didn’t make any sense. Clones didn’t get sick the same way natborns did; sure, they could fall ill despite their genetically enhanced immune system, but unknown diseases developing in a clone’s body? That shouldn’t be possible.

“Cody, did you hear me?”

His general’s voice–as well as the icy cold drop of water that fell and landed on his aching temple–pulled him back to the moment.

“Sorry, sir,” he replied.

“That’s alright,” Obi-Wan said. “I asked if you thought we should stop to rest.”

He nodded. He should vocally agree. He should refer to Obi-Wan by his rank or ‘sir’. He should stop calling him ‘Obi-Wan’ in his mind. After all, good soldiers–

His head throbbed.

Without his notice, Obi-Wan moved him around, gently guiding him to sit on a rock while he set up a miniature warmth lamp that Cody kept on his belt.

“Cody?”

He blinked a few times, Obi-Wan coming into focus in front of him–no, above him?

“Come back to me, dear one,” Obi-Wan said upon seeing Cody’s eyes clear. “That’s it. It’s alright.”

“What–”

“You passed out,” Obi-Wan supplied as he helped Cody to sit up. “You were upright one moment and falling over the next.”

A shiver ran down Cody’s spine as he realized was doomed–he knew it and he was sure Obi-Wan knew it–he’d be sent to Kamino. Not to train the younger generations of clones, not to treat whatever sickness worked into his brain. No, he’d be decommissioned. He’d be killed. His body would be stuck in a lab in the depths of Tipoca City and studied. CC-2224 was meant to be an exemplary product of Kaminoan ingenuity; what could have possibly gone so wrong with it?

“That’s not going to happen,” Obi-Wan said suddenly, pushing Cody’s brain to finally realize that he’d gotten up and was pacing while speaking his anxieties aloud. Obi-Wan’s hands gripped Cody’s upper arms, his eyes almost panicked. “I will not let them take you from me.”

Cody blinked. He didn’t hear that right, did he? He couldn’t have heard that right.

“From…” Obi-Wan mumbled. Cody wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him mumble before. “From the 212th.”

His hold on Cody loosened, and Cody found himself missing the contact. Damnit, he thought, certain he was just thinking it and not actually saying it aloud. I thought I was past this.

“I won’t let them take you,” Obi-Wan repeated quietly, turning away.

Cody couldn’t help the way his heart seemed to keep skipping beats. The same heroism he’d witnessed countless times on the battlefield was here now in his words. The same heroism that had attracted Cody in the first place.

A string of curse words flowed through his mind. You’re being irrational, he told himself. Obi–The general, he forced himself to think. The general cares about all of the vode. He hates decommissioning on the whole, not just the idea of me being decommissioned.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we should continue if you’re feeling up to it,” Obi–General Kenobi said.

They trudged through, the dark cavern only illuminated by the general’s lightsaber and Cody’s flashlight.

“General,” he said after a few moments.

“Yes, de– yes, Cody?”

“I’m– I’d like to apologize, sir,” he said.

The general stopped but didn’t turn to face him. “What are you–”

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you,” he managed. He could feel whatever had a hold of his voice before creeping back in. “I should have told you about the– a-about my–”

“It’s alright, Cody,” General Kenobi said once more, though this time he could feel the depth of warmth behind his words. “You don’t have to try and say it. Whatever–or quite possibly whoever–is keeping you from speaking of it will not be letting up on that.”

That didn’t soothe Cody’s nerves.

“I still shouldn’t have–”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said, a little more forcefully as he turned to face his commander. “I am not upset that you didn’t tell me. I am upset that it’s happening at all.”

Cody was fairly certain that Obi-Wan could tell the distinction did little to ease Cody’s mind.

“Cody, I… I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I care for you, quite deeply if I’m being honest,” he continued, and Cody was suddenly very aware of his pounding heart. “I don’t know what is happening to you, I don’t know how or why and that is why I’m upset. You couldn’t have told me because it wouldn’t let you. “

“Y-you…?” Cody hummed. Was he reading into that statement too much? Probably, but what if he wasn’t? Would it really be so bad to let himself imagine what a life like that could be?

Obi-Wan’s cheeks turned dark in the blue light. “Let’s… let’s keep going.”

He turned quickly away, continuing through the cave. Despite himself, Cody felt his arm reach after the man.

He shook his head. You’re an idiot.

His head throbbed again.

To be continued…

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Clone x Reader Life Day Exchange 2024

Echo x reader | 1.9k words

Content: themes of angst - such as having a difficult year and feeling alone, references to past anxiety attacks, hand scars and tremors, comments about life & death, an almost-kiss, themes of hope and joy at the end

Prompts Used: 

"Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?"

"Hey there, take it easy. Your body went through a lot."

generally healing after physical & emotional trauma

Note: Hiya @writersnook11, nice to meet you! Holiday angst - what a fun challenge. I ran with a vibe from a Christmas song that's been hitting me in the feels this season - sort of has a melancholy-turned-hopeful tone to it. I linked it at the end but it's not a requirement to listen, just thought I'd pay credit to my inspiration.

Leaves fluttered and rustled against the pavement as your speeder, contributing to the symphony with its own soft hum, drove over them. The suns setting earlier meant an otherwise bustling neighborhood now lay quiet and peaceful in the dark, adorned in their twinkling holiday lights and warmed by their fireplaces and gathered loved ones.

You drove through the rustling and the twinkling, noticing every detail with an odd, sort of detached calmness. You'd been down these lanes countless times in your life, but it was like it was the first time you were truly seeing everything. All the colors and textures and temperatures. So many homes, full of so many people, living so many lives. There was a whole world out here, outside of your head.

Eventually your own home came into sight. You pulled up next to the first bit of empty curb, just one house away, and killed the engine. The hum of the speeder died down, leaving you in still, quiet air. Cold air. You flexed your gloved fingers, grateful you'd been able to scrounge up a pair for the trip, though your poor, frozen nose hadn't been so lucky. You cupped your hands around your face and took a few open-mouthed breaths to generate some heat. It didn't quite do the trick, so you dropped your hands back down into your lap with a sigh. Of course, you could just run inside and get warmed up soon enough. But that would require energy, urgency, things you'd been in short supply of most of the year. So instead, you lingered. Took your time. Paid attention to the sensations of the world around you and not on exhausting thoughts like running.

Something was tickling your face. You ran a finger across your cheek and pulled it back to inspect the tiny flecks of snow now caught on your glove. You wanted to feel them fully so you gingerly took off both of your gloves, finger by finger, until the skin of your hands was exposed. Hands that looked nothing like your own. You knew they were yours, they moved like yours, they felt like yours, but they didn't look like yours. They were scarred and calloused, palms barely able to flatten out as you held them up in hopes of catching more snow. As predicted, your right one immediately started shaking, unable to hold the position without triggering its tremors. You quickly closed your fist and held it to your chest with your other hand. 

It's okay, it's okay. You squinted your eyes shut, trying to keep your breathing steady and not to let your mind wander in all the usual dark places. It's okay. Just breathe.

Just breathe...

Your own inner voice started to shift into the voice of another. A firm, steady voice you had been reaching out to in your memory more often these days.

Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?

You cracked your eyes open, half expecting to see his face just as you had in that closet. Panicking. Overwhelmed. Unable to catch your breath until he'd grasped your shoulders and coaxed you into calming down. When you'd opened your eyes and met his, so full of care and understanding, it hadn't mattered that half the party was crowded behind him, staring and whispering nervously. All you had been concerned with was following his gentle instructions, trusting that he'd lead you to safety.

Opening your eyes this time, you of course were met with the darkness of the night, broken up only by the tiny flakes of snow drifting in it. You were still clutching your hand to your chest, but that little well of anxiety that had threatened to rise up had been quelled. You were breathing just fine.

You were fine.

Alone, but fine.

A soft crunching of leaves grabbed your attention. You peered down the sidewalk and saw someone approaching. It could have been worrisome, a mysterious dark figure headed your way you at night. Except you could clearly see one of the limbs ended not in a hand, but a scomp link. There were very few people it could be, and only one given the context.

"Ah, I was hoping it was you! Saw some head-beams, thought I'd come out and see if anyone needed help."

"Hey, Echo." You hadn't known his name when he'd found you hiding in your friend's closet all those months ago, and now you knew him as a friend, too. Perhaps not as close as the ones you'd known since childhood, but he was a good one all the same.

You briefly considered jumping out of your seat and meeting him on the sidewalk, slipping an arm through his and guiding him back inside where it was likely so much warmer and merrier. That's what old you would have done. Before... well, before you became the present you. The one that struggled to think quickly enough to make decisions and just wanted to get through one day without feeling like dead weight.

Thankfully Echo didn't skip a beat. He walked right up to your speeder, opened the passenger door, and slid into the seat next to you.

"You alright?" he asked with a half-smile. But he didn't wait for an answer, knowing you hated the question. "It's been a while since I've seen you. You're looking a lot better."

You couldn't help but return a small smile of your own. You knew he wouldn't lie to you. It felt good to hear you didn't look like such a mess anymore.

"I'm feeling better," you responded.

"Oh?"

"Not great," you quickly caveated. "But better. Fine. I feel fine."

Echo nodded. "I'm really glad to hear that. And I'm really glad you're here. We weren't sure you'd make it."

You were pretty sure you knew what he meant but decided to take the opportunity to indulge in some dark humor.

"What? That I wouldn't come tonight? Or that I wouldn't be alive for another Life Day?"

Rather than smack you upside the head for such a comment, like all of your other friends surely would, Echo merely leveled a look back at you that made you smirk in amusement.

"You know very well I was referring to your annoying habit of canceling plans at the last minute. How many times now have you said you'd be home soon?"

You merely rolled your eyes, refraining from comment. You knew that he knew that you had your reasons for being away for so long. He was only teasing.

Echo reached over and set one of his hands on top of yours. "That said, you did worry me a few times. So yes, I'm really glad you're here. In both senses of the word."

His smile made you feel warm, and the way he was looking at you lit a small but happy fire within your chest. Perhaps that's why you didn't notice how cold your fingers had gotten in the night air without gloves. Though with his hand over your own, Echo could certainly tell.

"And on that note, let's get you inside. Everyone else will be excited to see you, too."

Echo scrambled out as you slowly got your own door open. You shoved your gloves into your coat before they could fall off of your lap as you stood.

"Here, let me," you could hear Echo calling as he hurried around to your side of the speeder. Ever the gentleman. Unfortunately, in his haste, his foot caught on something, maybe a branch or a crack in the pavement, and he went stumbling forward. You were already on both your feet and quickly reached out to help steady him, bracing your arms underneath his.

"Hey there, take it easy. Your body went through a lot this year, too," you smirked a bit as you both caught your breaths from the unexpected activity.

Echo chuckled. He was embarrassed, you could tell by the bright pink flush to his cheeks, but your comment seemed to lighten the mood. That, and the fact you were now standing very close together, still holding each other up. Echo blinked down at you, awkward and confused at first, and then relaxing as his gaze stayed in yours. That quiet stillness of the night you'd been thinking about earlier made its way back. Only now you weren't so alone in it.

Just when a sudden, pleasant thought entered your mind, that maybe he would kiss you, Echo cleared his throat and shifted back. He withdrew his scomp quickly while his good hand softly dragged along your arm as it fell away. A line of goosebumps surged in its wake, causing you to shiver, and unfortunately reminding Echo why he had rushed over here in the first place.

"Time to go inside," he nodded matter-of-factly. And you found you couldn't argue. It was getting pretty cold. So you fell into step beside him as you finally walked the final steps back home.

A wave of warmth and light and laughter hit you as the front door opened. Somewhere between the group hugs and the smell of baked goods, you'd forgotten why you'd been so anxious to come back here all those times. All of your loved ones were here, every single one. Seeing their faces, hearing their voices, was now filling a part of you you hadn't realized had been so empty for so long. The thought would have delighted you had you had the energy for such a strong emotion. So instead you settled for serenity. A calmer, quieter version of happiness. And though you weren't matching everyone else's liveliness, you still found yourself able to keep up with their conversations. You helped where you could, being mindful of your limits but never dwelling on them. And you even joined in on singing an impromptu carol.

Echo stayed close by you throughout the evening. You weren't sure what had happened, or almost happened, between you earlier, and you suspected he was still thinking about it too as you caught him gazing the same way at you several times. You'd be here for a few more nights, as would he, so you were sure there'd be other opportunities to figure things out. Tonight was for catching up and keeping warm and finally putting some of your deepest troubles to bed.

Oh it had been such a long, long year. You'd been tested in ways you never knew possible, each seemingly worse than the last. Your heart often sat heavy within you and several times you'd wondered if you could keep going.

And then... you did.

You pushed through one trial and into the next tribulation, again and again, and eventually you made your way here. To this very spot where you suddenly, finally, felt good. Your body had been through it, but you weren't broken beyond repair. You'd experienced far more than your fair share of grief, but you hadn't lost everything. You weren't thriving, but you also weren't hanging by a thread. You had hope. For the first time in a long time, you were allowing yourself to look ahead.

And toward the end of the night, when you'd all gathered around the fireplace and were holding mugs aloft in a toast to the season, you had your chance to declare your intentions for the future.

"Happy Life Day!" everyone cheered together.

"Happy Life Day," Echo whispered next to you.

You smiled up at him and clinked your mug against his.

"And here's to many more."

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First Snow

Day 1 ~ first snow ~ getting soaked ~ “your hands are so cold” ~

Word Count: 1049 Content: friends to lovers, love confession, gender neutral reader, everyone being "mean" to Fives, a sprinkle of Echiyo

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Fives was not having a good time. He shuddered as the icy breeze seemed to blow straight through him. It wasn’t the cold that was ruining his mood or the fact that his clothes were soaked through. 

No, it was that he was being ganged up on. 

You, Omega, and Lyana ran around as the first snow of the season collected in the courtyard of the Senator’s house. 

Echo had abandoned him out here. Not that he could blame his brother—Riyo had been making eyes at him for nearly an hour as she watched him play with the kids. No, he couldn’t blame him for following her inside, but that didn’t change the fact that it was now three against one. 

As he pulled his focus away from his plan to kick his twin’s ass later, he realized that the courtyard was far too quiet. 

Omega was standing in front of him, trying—and failing spectacularly—to look innocent. 

“Ad’ika,” Fives said, suspicion coating his voice. “Where are the others?”

“Oh, I’m not sure!” She exclaimed theatrically. “Maybe they went inside?”

Fives eyed her, cursing his weakness for little sisters. “Alright, ‘Meg,” he said, crouching down to her level. “Tell me what you’re all planning and I won’t toss you into the lake.”

Omega gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

“Not if you tell me where they're hiding,” he smirked. 

Her eyes narrowed on him. “And?”

He sighed. “And I’ll make Mantell mix when we get home.”

Omega broke into a wide grin. “Lyana went inside to warm up,” she informed him. “She's not used to being so cold.”

“What about–”

Before he could finish asking about your whereabouts, a mess of snow flooded over him. 

Omega squealed in delight as she jumped back to avoid the flurry. 

When the miniature blizzard came to a stop, he looked upwards, wiping the snow from his face to find you and Echo holding a large bucket aloft, both of you practically bursting at the seams with laughter. 

Fives was definitely going to kill Echo later, but the clear, sweet tone of your laughter ringing through the courtyard stilled his murderous thoughts for the time being. 

Slowly he realized that Omega and Echo had both retreated indoors and he stood alone, smiling up at you. 

“You know we had to, right?” you called, laughter still in your voice. “I mean you were just standing there staring into nothing for so long!”

Fives chuckled as he looked around. You could tell he was formulating a plan, but just what he was up to? Well, you could hardly be sure. 

A breeze blew, peppering the back of your neck with soft flakes. Shivering, you pulled your coat tighter around you. “Fives, let’s go inside; I’m freezing–”

You gasped in surprise as you watched him jump. His hands wrapped around the bars of the railing you were leaning on. 

“What are you doing?” you laughed as you watched him pull himself up, inch by inch. “You’ll fall and break something!”

“Me?” he grunted, finally finding his footing on the edge of the balcony. “Nah, I’m far too skilled.”

When he pulled one last time, easily hopping the railing and he was finally there, face to face with you. A few inches separated the two of you but something like a magnetic force seemed to pull you nearer to him. 

“Mesh’la,” he breathed, his eyes softly looking over your face. You could smell the peppermint candies he’d gotten at the market. 

“You’re insane, Fives,” you scolded, despite the smile you couldn’t seem to shake. “You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“You know what I think?” he said, his tone dropping into something more teasing. “I think you like it when I do crazy things.”

You gasped a little. When the hell did he get so… insightful? “Oh, yeah,” you scoffed, sarcasm flooding your words to mask how your pulse began to race. “I really like worrying about you.”

“I think you do,” he said, smirking like the smug bastard he was. “More than that, I think you like me.”

Your face felt like it was boiling, though you couldn’t seem to make yourself turn away from his smoldering gaze. “I– of course I like you. We’ve been friends for a long time.”

Fives chuckled. “That’s true,” he admitted. “We’re friends. But I don’t think you want us to be just friends, do you?”

As you blinked at him in surprise, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest and stopped completely at the same time. “Fives,” you whispered.

He pulled his glove off of one hand, bringing it to brush against your cheek. “Gar cuy bid mesh’la,” he murmured. “Gar dayn’tranir te ka’ra.”

You could feel the warmth of his voice curling in your chest, even though you didn’t understand what he was saying. “Fives,” you said breathlessly, unsure of what else you could say. 

“Ni linibar gar at copad guuror ni copad gar.” 

“Fives, I–” you said. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, mesh’la,” he hummed. His free arm wrapped around your back as he leaned in close, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered. “You are so beautiful you outshine the stars.” You gasped softly and you could hear the smirk in his voice as he nuzzled against your neck and continued his translation. “I need you to want me like I want you.”

He pulled back, his eyes curious as he watched you process. 

“You…” you mumbled after a moment. “You want me?”

“Yes,” he said simply. 

“And you’re… you’re not…”

“Not?”

You sighed. “You’re not messing with me? This isn’t some… extremely calculated revenge plan for the snow?”

Fives huffed but smiled. “I mean every word.”

Everything happened so fast. 

Without even thinking, you moved; your hands grabbing his face, pulling closer, closer, closer until your lips finally met. 

The kiss was soft, warm, and so perfect. When you both pulled away breathlessly, he chuckled quietly, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Can we continue this inside?” he whispered, his voice hesitant as if speaking might make the moment fly away. “My clothes are soaked and your hands are so cold.”

You laughed as you nodded, quietly enjoying the warmth of his smile as he led you indoors to the hoots and hollering of the others. 

Next Day »

Thanks for reading! - River

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😭 ❤️ i did this already, but tysm ilyyy 🫶

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[SCREAMINGGGG THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY + I WOULD ABSOLUTELY USE A HUGE ASS STICK]

<yey kiss>

[not sending in my muse bcz itd be weird to have u make out w/ gwen or LYLA, but am sending to get a beijinho as soka :D]

🌿🍒.

Gwendolyn was just cleaning up her table, countless of trinkets and memorabilia's scattered on its surface. She looks at a picture of when she was younger, alongside Shuri and T'challa. A soft smile tugged her lips, before she felt a stick nudge her shoulder.

She turned around and sees Soka, holding a comically long stick and dangling from it is.. A mistletoe. Gwendolyn raised a brow and shifted, albeit awkwardly. "Uhh.." she muttered, before placing a gauche kiss on Soka's forehead.

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AAAAAA I LOVE U TOO!!

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