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Cody: It would get in the way.

Rex: Of what?

Cody:

Rex: Cody, no.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: Republic Commando Series - Karen Traviss, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev/RC-8015 | Fi Skirata Characters: RC-8015 | Fi Skirata, RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev, Original Clone Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Triple Zero, canon compatible, Canon-Typical Behavior, Slice of Life, Worldbuilding, Downtime, Beefcakes, Fluff and Angst and Smut, Bad Humor, Intimacy, Milwank, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Yes homo, #gymlyfe

Another armed siege sounded pretty tempting right about then, as Sev reached over to flick Fi’s ear. The Nulls had ended chill-down; maybe enough regular guys like Fi and Sev and Teller could end deployments. Fi liked Coruscant. If he had a home, Galactic City was now it. Blinding lights, heaving dance floors, and waitresses that loved him. 

But he’d take confinement at Arca forever, if it meant staying here with Sev.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: No Plot Just Thots, Pre-Relationship, Milwank, Suggestive, Military Fraternization, Mild Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Chaotic Big Brother Energy, Crack-y

If you can’t join them, beat and embarrass them; and other bad lessons in command.

… . .

Between Ahsoka’s head and montrals, there was this … space. From the alcohol. That’s where all the heat rose, when Cody looked at her. At being caught on the wrong side of the line between command and other ranks.

“Having fun?” he asked of the room.

“Just some company fun,” Rex answered, as nonchalant as the only man here not afraid of Commander Cody.

After a moment, Werther piped up. “Courage or Balls, sir. It’s—”

“I know what it is. Great icebreaker at STRATCOM.” Only sarcasm softened his flat expression. “So, who’s turn is it? … Commander Tano? Courage or balls?”

Ahsoka stared at him, dumbstruck. This could not be happening.

But she was also filled with a bravery made of bubbles.

“Balls.”

… . . 

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Have some sketchy, drunk make-out session at 79′s. They’ll probably slide off the bar and land in heap of drunk giggles on the floor at some point.

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lighthouse - alpha-17/fox

They had been in the tower for four days, Fox thought. Maybe five. The storm made the passage of time difficult to tell, but it had been long enough to start thinking about rationing instead of rescue. The small, round room at the top of the tower held vestiges of some natborn's life, but dust covered the surfaces of the few remaining furnishings, and the air had smelled stale when they'd entered in a scramble for shelter. There was no comms. No food. No escape.

The storm that had brought their hopper down and separated them from the rest of the group hadn't relented once since their arrival; pink and purple lightning crackled across a moody sky that signalled the turning of days only by varying shades of grey. The sea that surrounded the tower roiled and grumbled from probably-dawn to probably-dusk, spitting umber froth toward the rocks that had chewed on their hopper like aiwha did krill.

"This is making me nostalgic for Kamino," Fox said, as he watched the water through the window. He rapped his knuckles on the cold transparisteel. "Do you think this could withstand a wave, if they got high enough?"

He met the eyes of his reflection, and the lopsided smile on his face grew as his companion grumbled beneath their breath and finally looked up from fiddling with their comm unit for the umpteenth time since they'd crashed. Alpha-17 had been supervising Fox's piloting of the hopper during the training mission, while Fordo had been with Cody and a scout group of CTs; after the crash, Alpha-17 had declared that Fox had definitely failed, which seemed somewhat rude to Fox. Therefore, he'd decided that needling Alpha-17 was only fair turnabout, as the last act of a decommission-destined clone.

"Don't worry about it. I'll kill you before then."

"You say the sweetest things, Seventeen."

Alpha-17's grumble turned into a snarl, and their eyes flashed. Fox didn't bother disguising his shiver; the Alpha line were taller and broader than even the heavy gunner class, and Alpha-17 seemed bigger still in the small room. They sat straddling a chair that they'd positioned to have views of both door and window, and their posture drew Fox's attention to the way their flightsuit clung to their thick thighs.

They should have both been in armour when they crashed, and if either of them survived long enough for anyone to ask, they would certainly claim that they had been, but…

Well. Fox had been working on getting Alpha-17 alone and unarmoured for a long time, hadn't he? A shame that delicious, mutual success had ended in disaster.

Still.

Fox let his grin grow and turned his back on the window, the storm, the worries he could do nothing about. He crossed the room in a slow slink that had Alpha-17 leaning back on their chair and widening their thighs in clear invitation. If Fox had been hunting, it had only ever been because Alpha-17 was willing to pretend at prey.

"You're relentless, Ten-ten," they said, but not like they minded. They dropped their broken comm unit and multitool to the floor, then tilted their chin as a smirk grew on their scarred lips. As blatant as invitations came.

"I blame the trainer."

"That right? Your trainer teach you that?"

Fox nodded as he straddled Alpha-17's lap and hooked his arms loosely around their neck. "They taught me all sorts of things. Important, life-saving things."

The chair creaked ominously under their combined weight—not for the first time in their five or six day 'visit'—but held. Still smirking, Alpha-17 looped their arms around Fox's waist, keeping him steady. Always keeping him steady. The places where their bodies pressed together, chest and torso and groin, were the warmest places in the frigid tower.

Fox rocked down with his hips, and Alpha-17 rose to meet him, grunting as they did. Heat rose in Fox and his heart beat loud in his ears, loud enough to drown the drumming of the storm outside. He leaned forward and paused with his mouth a breath away from Alpha-17's, so that when he spoke his lips brushed theirs.

"Let me show you what I've learnt," he said.

Outside, the storm continued.

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For Star Wars Day, can you draw Rex/Dogma? Being romantic in some fashion? I ship that so hard. And I love your art so much!

More fluffy than romantic, oh well…

Happy Star Wars Day!

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sleep under the stars - boost/sinker/wolffe

Wolffe had bit back so many comments since Boost had suggested a romantic night sleeping under the stars that he'd be shitting vowels for a tenday.

What's romantic about inviting insect bites? Nope. No one wanted to imagine medics and romance in the same thought.

We'd be closer to the stars in the ship. Sure, if Wolffe wanted to see Sinker waggle his eyebrows about inviting General Buir into their relationship. Again.

Technically, we sleep under the stars every night, if you think about it.

It was the last comment that made Wolffe resolve to maintain his silence; that internal lecturing voice had sounded too much like Cody for comfort. If Wolffe's inner voice sounded like Cody, then Wolffe was certainly approaching his partners in a less than optimal way. Last he'd heard, Cody was still performing elaborate mating dances around his chosen targets, and getting absolutely nowhere.

Cody: zero. Wolffe: two.

Therefore, Wolffe would be sleeping under the stars. Romantically. Apparently.

Thankfully, Boost hadn't produced a lengthy list of requirements to go with his shy request. Bedrolls, snacks, and thou, he'd said, though his grin had faltered slightly as he'd looked between Wolffe and Sinker. Double-thou?

Who was more foolish: the fool or the fools in love with him? Sinker and Wolffe had avoided each others’ eyes, so no one would ever know.

"Let's set up here, it'll give a perfect view of the sunset," Boost said, pointing to a ridge a little way from the fighter they'd piloted to the surface. He launched himself forward without waiting for them to follow.

They were on a desert planet, on a mandated break between deployments; General Buir had given everyone downtime in the sector while he attended to important meditation and Force juggling, or whatever he took himself away to do at regular intervals. Very necessary, Commander, the General would intone as he issued the orders.

It was impossible to see if the General winked, what with his goggles, and Wolffe didn't know if Kel Dor even could wink, but he always imagined that being the case in those moments.

All of which had led to… this.

Jerking his chin toward Boost, already climbing the ridge, Sinker nudged Wolffe. "Come on, C— Wolffe. Can't keep the stars waiting."

"Wouldn't put it past Boost to send one after us," Wolffe muttered. He'd seen that gleam in Boost's eyes before.

Sinker laughed. "I'd believe it! A meteor right up our arses. Not today, thanks. Let's go. I'm looking forward to this, a bit."

Now there was two against one, and as the 'one', Wolffe didn't care for his odds. And, truly, he wasn't against the idea. He was sleeping-under-the-stars indifferent.

But he wasn't indifferent to Boost or Sinker. No, 'indifferent' was parsecs away from the correct word for the feeling that crowded Wolffe's chest whenever he thought of them. Whenever he thought about losing them—

They're not lost yet, he reminded himself sternly, with the edge of Cody's Marshal Commander tone, so Wolffe would knew he meant it.

Really, imaginary Cody was getting far too involved in Wolffe's relationship.

Setting his jaw, Wolffe hitched his pack higher on his shoulder and nodded at Sinker.

"I'm looking forward to it, too, a bit," he said, allowing himself to grin. He waved his free hand at Boost, waiting on the ridge for them, whose answering smile glowed in the lowing fire of the suns. "Let's go and be romantic, shall we?"

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B for Rex and Ahsoka, maybe?

This is pretty much the only Rex/Ahsoka I can get behind: Them meeting again years after faking their deaths in order 66. Her grown a head taller than him since. Him already working on the amazing foxy grandpa beard.

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Draw for http://the-last-hair-bender.tumblr.com/post/145485376597/waxerboil-smut-please-there-is-none-and-its

Go read it! It’s awesome!

Out of context this looks like Waxer can’t believe just how amazing Boil’s abs is. Oops.

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The Awakening (1326 words) by PetrifiedForests Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-4860 | Boost/Clone Trooper Sinker/CC-3636 | Wolffe Additional Tags: Polyamorous Pack, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Play, Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars), Good Boy!Sinker, Kink Discovery Summary:

Sinker can't stop replaying what happened yesterday in their quarters. It's weird, isn't it? It's never been his thing, Boost's off-hand comment really shouldn't have affected him that much.

Sinker discovers a new kink and tries to work out how he feels about it. Boost and Wolffe help.

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Written for @cloneshiprarepair for the mumble mumble February ship

And most importantly, it's based on @brokenphoenix99's amazing art HERE

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More Tupma smoochies practice

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thinking about cody's slutty slutty thigh stripe

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Practicing some smooches on sticky notes, so here's Tupma ♡

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Um could you do 1A please with Dogma and Hardcase for the kiss pose meme?

More Hardcase/Dogma.

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@elocinn

Here is your second request for the fluff drabbles!

Thank you so much for the requests 💕💕

Written for the Fluff Drabbles on Tumblr for the prompt "You're the only thing that matters".

Sometimes stress can break even the strongest of couples. Rex and Ahsoka aren't going to let that happen.

Also available on A03

They hadn’t spoken since the argument.

Not really.

There’d been a few clipped words over comms, a nod in the hallway, but nothing that resembled the easy way they usually moved around each other.

It had been a stupid fight. Stress. Timing. One more assignment, one more emergency. Rex had made a comment that landed wrong. She’d snapped. He’d snapped back. Neither of them had backed down.

Now, hours later, she stood outside his office, hand hovering near the panel. The light was on inside. She could hear him moving.

She hesitated.

Then thought, t o hell with it.

The door slid open.

Rex looked up from a datapad. He was in half-kit, the top part of his armor stacked neatly. He blinked at her, as if surprised she was there.

“I shouldn’t’ve said what I said,” she said, quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. Just set the datapad aside.

“I didn’t mean it, either,” he said.

She stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a hiss.

“I know,” she said. “I just… I hated being mad at you.”

That got a faint, tired laugh from him.

“Yeah. Me too.”

She moved closer, and when he didn’t pull away, she settled beside him on the edge of the desk. Close, but not quite touching.

After a moment, his hand found hers.

“I get pulled in ten directions,” she muttered. “And sometimes I take it out on you. I don’t mean to.”

“You don’t have to explain.”

“I want to.”

He was quiet for a beat. Then, with a rough exhale, he was in her space, his forehead resting against hers.

“You’re the only thing that matters,” he said, voice low. “You know that, right?”

Ahsoka didn’t say anything. Just leaned into him, leaned in and closed the space between them completely, her lips brushing his.

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sandcastle - bacara/ponds

"I did not receive training in constructing defensive fortifications."

"No, Bacara. I know."

"Perhaps I could assist by identifying weaknesses. For instance, your outer wall has a weak point here, do you—"

"Do not kick that! Move your boot before I put a crab in it."

"There are no crabs on this beach."

"I will find one."

"…"

"…"

"This is not an optimum location for this structure. You're too close to your enemies. Resources will be scarce and war will break out."

Ponds barked a laugh and paused on his battlement construction to squint up at Bacara. Without changing his solemn expression, Bacara shifted his weight slightly, blocking the sun. Ponds felt his smile soften. As much as Bacara could wind him up sometimes—as much as they could wind each other up—Ponds had never wondered at his place in Bacara's world; the man would stand in front of the sun for him without second thought.

However.

"War between me and"—Ponds made a show of looking around at the other beings on the beach—"these largely cadet-sized beings? Are you saying you can't take them on and win, Marine?"

Bacara frowned down at the only weapon he had with him. The bright red plastoid spade somehow looked even smaller in his hand than its blue twin looked in Ponds'.

"I can think of eleven ways to kill some—"

"Wonderful problem solving!" Ponds said brightly, making his eyes wide in a shut up please signal, and hoping no one nearby overheard. War would be the least of their problems if the Pabu FunTime Beach Committee got wind of Bacara's theoretical lethality with a toy spade. "How about you apply some of that strategic thinking to our sandcastle building instead? There's a prize for the winners."

Bacara's scarred knuckles went tight around the spade handle. He levelled an even look at Ponds.

"A prize?" he asked.

"By age category."

"Legal or physical?"

Ponds grinned. "Let's see how we go."