#91st Generation

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Happy 77th Bluegrass Birthday

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A to Z General Knowledge Quiz 91st Edition - 26 Fun Questions to Spark Your Curiosity via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pjqIbsQBRI

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When the 212th collaborates with the 501st, chaos is sure to follow in their footsteps. This has been largely true of every engagement since the start of the war, in Cody’s experience. Had he even an ounce more of a rebellious streak, he might question why and whether the success rate is worth the feral instinct for mayhem his battalion and Rex’ awaken in each other - as it is, he simply fills out the after action reports and then screams into his pillow, which is hard as durasteel and doesn’t warrant the name.

Or, on some days, he steps into the training rooms to work off some nervous jitters only for his foot to catch on someone’s armoured shoulder and faceplant straight into what looks like the entirety of both battalions piled together in a massive cuddle pile.

“What”, he manages between gritted teeth, heaving himself up with one hand supported on Crys’ arm and the other planted in places that make Boil jackknife up with a strangled yelp, “the kriff is this?!”

“We’re watching the Corrie Reality Special, sir”, his own voice calls from somewhere across the room. “The 91st is passing by, so we have satellite access to the Coruscant Broadcast network for a few hours, and we couldn’t settle on a specific show -“

“- so we decided to watch them all”, Rex finishes, sheepishly, where he’s fought his way through wiggling piles, hoots and badly imitated monkey lizard noises. The thought that he shares DNA with these degenerates is enough to drive Cody to the brink of a nervous breakdown some days. “Spopcorn?”

Ah. The Corrie Reality Circuit. When Cody first heard of it, he’d thought it was a prank. Then, they were deployed to the middle of bumkriff nowhere on the edges of Midrim space edging on Outer Rim, with a connection so spotty even classified military intel only got through about half the time, and the whole idea got shelved in favour of clankers and keeping his General’s lightsaber in his General’s hand where it belonged.

Now, a gaudy, glittery monstrosity of a logo announcing a Coruscant Rotational special appears on a rigged up screen, which means one of two things: either Fox is pulling the Galaxy’s greatest long con on all of them, or he’s been murdered and replaced with an evil clone (ha!), because there are no circumstances in which he would agree to star on Coruscant Reality TV.

Cody tilts his head consideringly. Rex smiles at him sheepishly. Tilts the spopcorn bowl at him, invitingly.

“Oh, dank farrik, sit your shebs down!”, someone (Fives, probably) yells out, fed-up…ly.

Cody sits his shebs down.

“Good morning and welcome all of Coruscant to the Great Coruscant Rotational Special: Our Boys in Red Edition!”, a bright red Twi’leki man announces on the screen amidst cheerful jizz music and loud hooting from the training room. “My name is Braham Horton, and I will be your exalted host for this fine, fine late night cycle!”

“And now, gentlebeings of the metropolis, I present to you the images that have driven us all to laughter, joy, and even tears at times over these past few weeks - whodathunkit, that the CSF media project would enthrall a whole Galaxy of viewers and cause the largest recorded peaceful civil protest of all time?!”

“The sorry what now”, says Cody, suddenly thinking back to the urgent meeting General Kenobi was currently in with Generals Windu and Yoda - passing by on the Venator in orbit. “Uhm”, says Rex. Braham Horton, unfazed by the commotion he’s causing lightyears away, chatters on.

“- many hours, so we’ve compiled an introductory little best-of for you, exalted viewers! And what better best of to start off on than the hottest entry of the most explosive bombshell into the villa - please give it up for Commander Thorn and how he stole all of our hearts on Love Island!”

A garish, club-tech jingle Cody has so far only heard buzz through the walls of establishments that generally didn’t allow clones thrums through the training room, followed by what can only be described as the sort of noises spiced up banthas might make. Thorn appears on screen, more oiled up and half-naked than Cody remembers, though just as bleach-blond, hair slightly longer than regulation and smile blindingly perfect.

“I’m Commander Thorn, baseline twenty-four years humanoid - during daytime I might be the scourge of Coruscant’s criminal underworld, but at night I don’t mind playing good cop for you!” He punctuates it woth a sleazy wink and fingerblasters that have Rex honest-to-god gagging, and Cody seeing his life flash before his eyes. If Alpha-17 finds out about this…

Suddenly, Thorn’s smile drops in favour of what might almost be called a scowl on even his handsome face, and the music cuts out. “There, got your soundbyte. Can I go back now? I’m supposed to be on shift.” Indistinct, off-screen chatter and a captioned oopsie… appear in a shower of glitter. Thorn’s face does something complicated. “For HOW MANY MONTHS?!”

Cut to a montage of what Cody can only describe as beaches, oil and abs galore, Braham Horton narrates and extremely close-up shot of what Cody tries very hard not to identify as Thorn’s crotch. His own crotch, in a way. Oh no, that’s weird, stop that train of thought immediately-

“Although our favourite bombshell’s entry into the villa wasn’t without its hitches and hurdles-“, emphasized by a zoom-in on Thorn’s form in a speedo huddled away from a partying crowd of softcore-kriffing contestants on a yacht, “- as well as all know, he would soon find his place in the villa - or places, rather!”

Two crying humanoid women appear on screen, with eyeliner smudges down to their knees. A hoot goes through the room. Cody watches with a sense of impeding doom. “You slept with her after I chose to match up with you instead of Chad?! How could you!”

Thorn, still oiled up with both blasters out for the world to see, winces. “I didn’t me-“

A hysterical gasp, a camera swerve. Three more people stand by the doorway, all clutching their chests with wide eyes. A broad, green Twi’leki man raises a finger to point accusingly. “You were sleeping with them too?! I thought I was the only one!”

“Dear Force”, Cody murmurs, unable to look away from the building speeder wreck on screen. Braham Horton laughs good-naturedly at his misery. “Ah, good times! And who could forget the all-out brawl of the following matching night, where a record number of every single other contestant attempted to physically fight the others for the right to match up with Commander Thorn! Including a somehow returned Chad, who nearly won thanks to the element of surprise. I wish we could show the footage, but then we’d have to slap several warnings on it and probably still get taken off the air.”

“I didn’t know Corries kriffed like that!”, someone (Fives, let’s be honest, it was definitely Fives) calls out into the room, receiving snickers and a well-aimed pillow to the throat for his trouble. He goes down with a choking scream.

“Someone who was less impressed by the hot’n bothered beach weather was Commander Thire, who found himself Less than Impressed by his co-contestants inability to keep it in their pants on Too Hot To Handle!”

Thire’s face, identical to Thorn’s in every way except the ones that matter, appears on screen. His black hair is cut in a cropped mohawk, arms folded over a button-up he’s carefully pieced together with… safety pins? Where are the buttons on it?

“These people are pathological and pathetic and I will spend not a second longer on this farce of an attempt at ‘entertainment show’”, says Thire, air-quotes so sharp they could cut stone. His scowl might be permanently etched into his face, Cody can’t tell. “Unlike literally everyone else, I have an actual job to do. Now move.”

A brief pause, in which cheerful jizz music plays over what is obviously a producer begging off-camera, followed by an eyeroll so hard it hurts Cody’s brain to watch. Thire throws his hands into the air in defeat, marching off into the sea behind him still fully clothed.

“When they didn’t find him until the last episode, I’ll admit, I thought he’d died too!”, Braham Horton cuts in cheerfully. “But would you look at his little lonely island lair - now that’s a fulfilled man, and too many coconuts for my taste! We’ve had to blur his hands out as he discovered the cameras just moments before these holos were taken, unfortunately. And, dear viewer, who could forget this exit-interview for the ages!”

A considerably more clothed Thire appears on screen, eyeing a microphone like he’s about to use it to stab out his own eyes. The reporter clears their throat in audible anxiety. “C-commander, how would you describe your reality experience in one word?”

“Demeaning”, says Thire, blandly.

Silence.

“Um, o-okay”, squeaks the reporter.

“Would you like some more words?”, asks a dead-eyed Thire.

“No, um, I think - I think we’re alright.”

“Because I have many words. Mostly for whoever the *bleep* thought this was a *bleep* good idea, and *bleeeeeeee-*”

“We’ve had to censor most of the Commander’s on-screen appearance, dear viewer, for your sensibilities”, says Braham Horton, eternally and painfully cheerful. “And speaking of sensibilities, who could forget Commander Stone honouring his name in several challenges on ‘I’m A Holostar - Get Me Out Of Here!’”

Soulful violin music fills the gym, overlaid with images of a bald vod Cody surmises must be Stone. Stone stares stonily into the void, glass of bright green something raised to his lips and already half-empty.

“Memorably, he downed a pint of acklay urine within seconds-“

Horrified screams are followed by an image of Stone chewing, yet another thousand-klick stare.

“- or when he ate Tauntaun anus -“

Rex doubles over gagging, and Cody slowly puts his handful of Spopcorn back down.

“- of course the ten minute worm-bath challenge cannot go unmentioned -“

“FORCE PLEASE NO!”, screams someone (Echo) tearfully. Commander Stone, buried to the chin in wiggling orange worms, looks less impressed.

“ - and who could forget his encounter with a horde of ginntho spiders and nests of vexis snakes!”

A remote goes sailing past the screen, missing by a mile, as images of Stone with his whole arm stuck in various boxes fly past. Someone is retching. It might be Cody.

“We would show the infamous butchery challenge wherein the Commander found himself drenched in nexu guts and sandworm brains, but once again, this is family friendly programming and we are not allowed. Nevertheless, a win well-deserved. And now, please welcome the one, the only, the awe-inspiring, the unbelievable: Marshall Commander Fox!”

Another Force-awful jingle, big, blocky letters, and Cody chokes on his own spit when Fox’s scowling face appears on screen. He’s thinner, greyer and angrier than the last time they saw eachother in person. Only the last one is really a surprise.

“I am neither naked nor afraid”, says Fox, arms crossed firmly, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. “I am, however, quickly losing my patience. Explain to me again the point of spending my valuable time undressing in the middle of bum-*bleep* nowhere on the Midrim instead of doing my job as the head of planetary security in the middle of a Galaxy-wide war?”

Several beats of silence follow. Fox grows less impressed with each. Cody knows that look well. Usually, it precedes handcuffs and a cold sonic blast to the face.

“Um… you signed a contract?”, says a producer’s voice uncertainly off-screen. Fox barks out a harsh laugh. “I’m legally classified as military property, my signature holds less weight than if I’d had one of the Guard’s massiffs shit on that contract for me.”

“Ouch!”, calls Crys.

“Gettim!”, adds Longshot.

“But… don’t you sign off military documents all the time for the Senate?”, sputters the producer.

Fox smiles with far to many teeth. It’s also a look Cody knows far too well, and even lightyears away it has a shudder going down his spine.

“Really makes you think about the technicalities of that definitely-not-slave-army, doesn’t it?”, he says, dryly.

“Although considerably less naked and afraid than all other contestants, Commander Fox left us with many memorable moments - such as when he saved the entire crew from an angry Acklay!”

Most of the next holovid is blurred out, though Cody can (unfortunately) guess at the why and how. So can most everyone else, judging by the collective groan.

“Down, boy”, says Fox, flatly, to a hissing Acklay twice his size. It rears its fanged head, and a shudder goes through the room. Fox simply crosses his arms and nails the beast with an unimpressed look. “You are making a fool of both of us. Cut it out.”

Chastised, the Acklay blinks at him, slowly lowering itself back down with a confused hiss.

“No kriffing wonder all the Corrie shinies are such hardasses”, mutters Rex, whom Cody is hard pressed to agree with. “I came from a tube and that look gave me daddy issues.”

“Yes, dear viewer, who could forget these heart-warming moments of good, quality television!”, sighs Braham Horton, dreamily. “Not Coruscant anytime soon, that’s for sure! We are now entering the twentieth rotation of the sit-in protest of a petition to allow the Commanders of the Coruscant Guard to compete on Dancing With The Planets, Coruscant Rotational’s epic dance competition!”

“Dear bum-kriffing Force”, whispers Rex, wide-eyed and awe-struck. “Does Fox know about this?!”

Cody, who’s already dialing the kriffer’s comm-code, wipes a singular tear from his eye. “Not a clue, but kriff, am I going to enjoy telling him.”

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Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

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Resolutions of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts to Amend the Constitution to Abolish the Electoral College and Establish Direct Popular Election of the President

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: Committee Papers of the Committee on the JudiciaryFile Unit: Petitions Received by the Committee on the Judiciary during the 91st Congress

[center] The Commonwealth of Massachusetts Office of the Secretary State House, Boston 02133 May 15, 1969 [/center] [left is seal] John F. X. Davoren Secretary of the Commonwealth [right] can't read it M-175 RESOLUTIONS MEMORIALIZING THE CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES TO AMEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES BY PROVIDING FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE ELECTORAL COLLEGE SYSTEM AND ESTABLISHING THE DIRECT POPULAR ELECTION OF THE PRESIDENT AND THE VICE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. [ul] Whereas [/ul], The national election of nineteen hundred and sixty-eight has once again demonstrated the dangerous potentialities for deadlock inherent in the Electoral College system; and [ul] Whereas [/ul], The Electoral College system is archaic, obsolete and undemocratic; and [ul] Whereas [/ul], The Electoral College system does not offer full realization of the one-man, one-vote doctrine in national elections; and [ul] Whereas [/ul], The abolition of the Electoral College system will result in bringing the voters, the ultimate source of all electoral power, directly into the process of electing a President and Vice President of the United States; now, therefore, be it [ul] Resolved [/ul], That the General Court of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts respectfully urges the Congress of the United States to support an amendment to the Constitution of the United States which will provide for the abolition of the Electoral College system and its replacement by the direct popular election of the President and Vice President of the United States; and be it further [ul] Resolved [/ul], That copies of these resolutions be transmitted forthwith by the State Secretary to the presiding officer of each branch of Congress and to each member thereof from the Commonwealth. [right] Senate, adopted, April 28, 1969. NORMAN L. PIDGEON, Clerk. House of Representatives, adopted in concurrence, April 30, 1969. WALLACE C. MILLS, Clerk. [left] green seal ----------------- A true copy. Attest: [signature of] John F.X. Davoren JOHN F.X. DAVOREN, Secretary of the Commonwealth.

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Jumping back in to ask for "Asset Allocation" please!

Hehehe, this is one of the ones I'm working on with @darknight-brightstar, my beloved Rat!

This doesn't have more than various snippets that hop around the timeline, as we're focusing more on other WIPs before we start actually writing it, but here's one of the snippets from when we'd first come up with this idea.

The air in the Negotiator was far different from the air in the Warren. The Warren, safe as it was, was always thick with underlying anxiety and stress. The halls of the Negotiator held none of that. It was relaxed, almost comfortable. And yet Thorn was more on edge than ever. “Here we are.” They arrived at Thorn’s quarters. Cody punched a code into the keypad. “Code is the default four zeros, I’ll show you you to change it in a sec. Only people with the override code are myself and our CMO, Helix, in case of emergencies.” Thorn filed that confusing information away and followed Cody inside. It was bigger than his quarters in the Warren, but just as sparsely decorated; a desk and a bunk with three blankets. “‘Fresher’s through there,” Cody pointed. “You’ve got the standard water ration for showers.” What was the standard ration for ships? Because whatever was normal for Triple Zero sure wasn't holding here, so far. Unless. "What did you have to do to get three blankets?" Something flickered across Cody’s face, but it was gone before Thorn could identify it. “Nothing,” he shrugged. “We had extras, and ships tend to be colder than most are used to." "Extra? Okay." He didn't believe it. Thorn knew the debt for them would be called in eventually. "What else do I need to know?" “I’ll show you where the offices are later, once you’ve had a chance to settle in. As for mess hall, I can take you now, if you wanna eat. Or I can send someone else to guide you later, if you'd prefer to rest.” Time to rest? To adjust? Was life on ships so comfortable? "I guess I could eat." He knew better than to give up free food. “To mess hall we go, then. You’re gonna love Spice’s cooking, trust me.”

This is one of our rougher ones, for Fox at least. After Commander Appo dies, much earlier here than in canon, Chancellor Palpatine decides that instead of promoting a Captain or sending a new Commander from Kamino, he'll just give the 501st one of the Corries' Commanders. And, while he's at it, he'll send two more to the 212th and 91st, to help out High Generals Kenobi and Windu. Thire goes to the 501st, Stone is given to the 91st, and Thorn is assigned to the 212th Which leaves Fox the only remaining Commander on Triple Zero. Poor guy.

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Toys - Neyo x FReader - NSFW

Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Marshal Commander Neyo was difficult, even more so when you had to act like you didn't know each other. So deciding to push his buttons a tiny bit, you set off with a plan to make your Commander finally show a bit of emotion to you in public. His brother can't wait to help! Neyo, on the other hand, can't wait to make you regret this behaviour!

Characters: Neyo, Bacara

Pairing: Neyo x F!Reader

Word Count: 9,000

Warnings: PinV sex, toys, spanking, bondage, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dom Neyo, sub reader, a bit of exhibition bratting, teasing, jealousy, annoying brothers, aftercare

Author's Note: Neyo just brings something out in me, I can't help it.

Neverd'ika - Little Civilian

Entering the packed establishment, you were surprised to see so many people gathered in the club. Although it was to be expected. The 91st and 21st were both on shore leave, along with the 327th, so there was a lot of troopers celebrating seeing their friends and vods for the first time in a while.

Smoothing down the dress you wore, you noticed that you were getting a few looks from the troopers you passed, including some that you worked with in the 91st. It was certainly going to help you with your purpose tonight.

For months now, you had been in a secret and clandestine relationship with Marshal Commander Neyo. At first it had been about nothing more than sex and comfort. After a particularly hard battle, where many troopers had lost their lives, you and Neyo had just kind of crashed together, needing to feel something other than grief and pain. From there, it had developed more and more, the usual stoic and cold Commander beginning to open up to you the more time you spent in his bed. In those moments when you could press together, sharing the warmth between you in the dark, Neyo would tell you things he had never spoken about before to anyone else and you vice versa. Having his trust and love made you feel special and you held it close to your own heart when he had showed you the real him.

But lately you had been arguing about how secret your relationship was. Both of you knew that you couldn’t announce it to the galaxy. The clones weren’t allowed to have fraternisations of any kind. If you were found out, you would be fired and pushed out of the GAR in disgrace, but Neyo… Neyo would at best be sent for reprogramming, and at worse decommissioned. You couldn’t risk it. But you did feel like some of the troopers that you worked with should know. They were his brothers and they had welcomed you in with open arms when you joined the 91st. Neyo argued that it was putting his brothers at risk if it was found out that they knew. And that was one thing Neyo refused to do – put his brothers at risk.

Spotting him at a booth with what looked like Marshal Commanders Bacara and Bly. Neyo and Bacara looked bored at whatever Bly was saying, but the Commander with golden tattoos didn’t seem overly bothered as a huge grin was splitting his face. Idly you wondered if the rumours about the General and Marshal Commander of the 327th were true. Taking a deep, encouraging breath, you quickly walked past them, making sure to shake your hips in your dress. It really was a beautiful dress, in your favourite colours and allowing you to show off your curves. But tonight, your mission was all about teasing him and getting him to have some kind of reaction to you in public. As you headed to the bar, you could already feel his heated gaze land on you.

The bar was busy, but you were able to quickly grab a seat as you waited for the bartender to come take your order. A trooper, dressed in maroon covered armour slid up to your left side, another in the 91st red on your right side. “Can we get you a drink, civvie?” your fellow 91st asked, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“No thanks, Slap, I’m not staying long” you told him, noticing his face fall slightly.

“That’s a shame, mesh’la, but maybe I can change your mind? Name’s Putt” the trooper to your left drawled, looking you up and down.

Although you knew that all clone troopers were trained to a high standard, and his commander expected nothing less than perfection unless a transfer form was needed, you could still tell he was a shiny. It seemed like this was one of his first shore leaves, and that was certainly not what you were looking for.

“Sorry boys, maybe next time” you smiled, looking between them.

Slap and Putt both nodded, taking your rejection in their stride. “Alright, if you need anything or want an escort to the barracks, we’ll be over by the back” Slap nodded, tapping your shoulder in a friendly gesture before grabbing their drinks and leaving.

Chuckling softly at them, you quickly pulled the bartender’s attention and placed your order with them.

“And a Corellian whisky as well” a voice behind you added, pushing a few credits across the bar top to cover both of your drinks.

From the recognisable voice, it was obvious a clone, but from the way that his armour felt bigger and the sway of his kama brushed against your legs, you knew it was a Commander. Now which one? From the firm tone, you thought it was a safe bet that it was Commander Bacara, not Bly. And you would recognise Neyo’s voice out of all of his brothers.

“Commander Bacara, nice to see you again. You didn’t have to” you greeted, nodding to the drinks that the bartender was preparing for you.

He nodded in greeting, taking the seat next to you. While working as a civilian contractor for the 91st, you had met Bacara when Neyo had taken you to a meeting during a mission with the 21st. Bacara and Neyo had a strange relationship, both cold and stern but they did seem to be rather close with each other. General Allie had informed you that both of them had created and developed the field trials of the BARC speeders.

“Nice little display you put on back there, almost had my brother crush his glass” he commented, accepting his glass of whiskey and pushing your drink over to you.

“I don’t know what you mean, Commander” you frowned, trying to keep your eyes on him rather than looking back at the booth to see if his words were true.

Bacara smirked and leaned in closer to you. “I think you do. You didn’t come here dressed like that just to fend a few shinies off” he stated, looking you over. “You’re either here because you two have had an argument, or you’re here to make him jealous” he shrugged, waiting to see your reaction to his theories.

You couldn’t help but gape a little, worried you were being a bit too obvious in your plan. “Commander, I don’t- That’s not- I don’t think” you spluttered, trying to find an excuse that would cover why you either couldn’t make a sentence or why you were dressed to the nines and parading in front of the commanders.

“Either way, I’m in” Bacara remarked, cutting your protests off as all the words left your mind.

What in all of the galaxy was he talking about? “Commander, that is not what’s happening here. I don’t know what you’re talking about but Neyo and I are professionals” you protested, heat rising up your neck and to your flushed cheeks.

Bacara frowned, brow furrowing in confusion. “Who said I was talking about Neyo?” Bacara questioned, shaking his head.

“Why would you think Bly was the one I was dressing up for?” you retorted, staring at him in horrified confusion. There was no way you wanted to compete with General Secura, she was a Jedi, she could probably predict your moves before you could think them. You wouldn’t last 5 seconds against her.

Suddenly Bacara’s face split into a shit eating grin. “Course I was talking about Neyo! The di’kut has been a pain in my shebs ever since he got planet-side. So, being the good big brother I am, I want to make his life miserable for the foreseeable future. And I know you came in here to tease him and work him up, flirting with me will really piss him off” Bacara explained, amusement running through his words and his eyes.

You could scarcely believe your ears, Bacara was offering to help you make Neyo jealous? In fact, he seemed really eager to do so. But surely there was some ploy in this. What would Bacara be getting out of this?

Seeming to read your mind, he grinned, and you suddenly felt like you were a mouse caught by a tooka. “Trust me, if it’s me, it’ll piss him off” he assured, leaning back fully and winking at you.

Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, you nodded, knowing that Bacara was right. Although they were friends and brothers, nobody could piss Neyo off quite like Bacara and vice versa. “Fine, but this doesn’t change anything. We still work together” you insisted, crossing your arms.

“Duly noted. Now laugh, like I said something funny” he instructed, turning to face you properly on the seat.

“Ugh! Now Neyo will definitely know something is going on. You’re never funny” you smiled, letting out a small giggle and tucking your hair behind your ears.

Bacara let out a noise that on anyone else would be a bark of a laugh, but on him sounded like he was already thinking of where to bury your body. “I’ll give you something, Princess. You’ve got a mouth on you, I’m sure my brother loves that” he grumbled, fingers brushing as he gripped his glass next to yours.

“He does actually” you huffed, letting your hand fall palm up on the bar top. Bacara wasted no time in running teasing fingers around your wrists, feeling your heart rate beat faster as you glanced over at Neyo. He was scowling over at the pair of you, before his attention was snapped to Bly and something obviously nasty came flying out towards his fellow Marshal Commander. Bly only shook his head and held up his hands. “He does seem annoyed” you relented, biting your lip as your gaze returned to Bacara.

“Of course he is, I know my brother” Bacara murmured, sliding his hand up your arm and upwards until he caught your jaw. “Bet he’s fuming knowing that I’m touching his girl and he’s sitting over there like a wet lemon” he grinned, tracing a thumb over your mouth.

You giggled, pulling away from him, glad that Neyo couldn’t hear you. “I’m willing to bet he’s already thought of 12 different ways in which he could kill you” you replied, keeping a sweet look on your face.

“Oh at least 15, sweetheart!” he corrected, slyly glancing at his brother who had a clear view of what was happening at the bar. “He looks like he did when I beat him in our all-terrain module back on Kamino when we were doing our ARC training” Bacara recollected, remembering how Neyo had looked ready to kill him when Bacara had scored the top marks in their squad. He leaned forward, face hovering so close to yours you could feel his breath.

A glass shattering pulled your attention away from Bacara, turning to see what had happened. It sounded like it came from the direction of the Marshal Commanders.

However, Bacara stopped you, a grip coming to rest on your cheek to stop you turning around to look. “Keep your eyes on me civvie, wouldn’t want to give the game away too soon” he breathed, eyes scanning your face. To anyone looking in, it seemed like he was flirting with you, reeling you in for a potential kiss. But you knew Bacara was having too much fun winding up his brother.

“I don’t want to upset him, just make him react a little” you reminded, hoping that Neyo was okay. You really did want to frustrate him, just to get a reaction from him rather than the rather generic discontent he showed everyone else.

“Such a kind, pretty little thing” Bacara murmured, fingers sliding over your bare knee. You let out a gasp at the gesture, concerned he was taking this too seriously. “Wonder how he’ll react to this” he grinned, pressing closer to you. He parted your knees with his own, your legs spreading for him. His warm hand trailed upwards and your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of his palm rising up your leg. “Can see why my brother likes you so much” Bacara smirked at you, eyes glancing somewhere to your right.

You barely had time to register how the smirk turn into a full laugh on Bacara’s face before a tight grip enclosed your arm and tugged you off the bar stool. It was only your own quick reflexes that kept you upright, because Neyo, the asshole, barely cared if you fell before him.

“Hey vod, I was just speaking to your pretty civvie here. I was thinking of taking her out for a drink sometime. I’m sure you won’t mind” Bacara teased, leaning back against the bar and watching as his brother’s face got redder and redder in anger. Oh he couldn’t wait to tell the Command batches about this!

“Kriff you vod! If you go near her again, I’ll make sure Mundi is looking for his Commander until Tatooine freezes over!” Neyo snarled, pulling you closer to him.

Looking up, you could see that his jaw was tight, and his beautiful brown orbs were darker than you could remember seeing them. The tattoo on his face added to his dangerous vibe and it made you want to squeeze your legs together to stop the rush of slick that you released. Fuck, he was hot, and you couldn’t wait to find out what your punishment would be. Resting your hands on his chest plate to steady yourself, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you when he looked down and your eyes met.

“And you, you just wait until I fucking get you home. Lets see how ready you are to spread your legs then” he growled, tightening his grasp on you, ignoring the little cry you let out and other vods’ attention falling on the pair of you.

“Best get going then Vod, I’m not the only one who’d be willing to take this pretty one home” Bacara chuckled, winking at me. Neyo growled, barely giving you time to react to Bacara before he was dragging you through the patrons and out of 79s.

He didn’t stop until he was at a taxi rank, hailing one of the taxis. Although he never said a word to you, he didn’t loosen the grip on your arm. You were sure you would have bruises tomorrow from how tightly he held you. You never dreamed your plan would work so well! “Neyo, don’t be so jealous. I was only speaking with Bacara” you giggled, running your hand up his arm and curling the short hair at the back of his neck around your fingers.

“You knew exactly what you were doing! So now I’m going to show you there’s consequences to your actions” he warned, tugging you closer. You could feel his hot breath fan across your face as you pressed your body into his front, feeling his cool armour against your heated skin. The taxi flew down next to you, door opening up for you and Neyo. “Get in!” he growled, not giving you much choice as he followed in after you.

“So bossy Neyo!” you smirked, letting your skirt rise further up your thighs. You could see the moment he noticed because his fists clenched in his lap before gripping your thigh, pulling it open slightly so he could trail his fingers up and down your inner thigh.

“It’s Commander, and you just wait, I’ll show you bossy” he said, his deep voice hitting you in your core and making your thighs close around his hand. Neyo pulled his hand away, leaving you bereft of his touch. He turned to face the driver, giving the directions back to your place.

You shivered, suddenly feeling cold as he had moved away from you. His tone made his words sound more like a promise than a threat. But whatever happened tonight, you didn’t think you would regret making the stoic commander jealous. Especially if he was going to fuck your brains out tonight as punishment. And who knows, it might take a couple of tries for the lesson to stick?

Neyo noticed your shiver, seeing how much you were seeming to enjoy his reaction to your teasing and flirting with his brother. Oh no, he couldn’t have that! His little brat was going to learn that by acting out, she wouldn’t get what she wanted. Seeing the lift of your lips, he leaned in closer towards you. Anyone looking at the pair of you would see a loved up couple whispering sweet nothings in the back of a speeder. But the words he whispered was anything but sweet.

“Take off your panties and keep your legs open” he ordered, voice leaving no room for arguments as he whispered low enough that only you could hear.

You gasped, staring at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious?! Take off your underwear here? In the back of the taxi where the driver could see? Glancing up at the driver you could see he was focused on the traffic of Coruscant and not what was going on in the back. But what if he turned around, or looked in the mirror? He’d be able to see right up your skirt!

“Neyo!” you breathed, eyes flickering back to the driver and then to him, hoping he would understand.

“You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it. Take them off and open your legs. I won’t ask again!” he said firmly, running a soft hand up and down your thigh. It was a small gesture to ask if you were okay with this, that if you wanted to, you would both stop. He wouldn’t force you to do this if you didn’t want to.

Taking a deep breath, you reached under your skirt and hooked your fingers beneath the hemline. Leaning into his side like you wanted a cuddle, you used the movement to hide you slipping the underwear past your hips and ass before quickly letting them fall to your ankles. Before you could even reach for them, Neyo had snatched them up and shoved them into a pouch on his belt.

Blushing more than you thought possible, you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak as Neyo gave you his full attention. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slowly parted your legs, feeling so exposed that you had to reach for his hand and thread your fingers through his. You needed that connection with him, to know that you were safe and he’d make sure nothing happened.

“Good girl” he cooed, running a finger over your heated cheeks before dropping away. “I want you to stay just like that until we get home” he instructed, before turning to face the driver. “Excuse me sir, do you have anything to drink? My girl is feeling a bit hot at the moment” Neyo requested from the man.

Heart beating wild in your chest, you couldn’t help but turn a pleading look to Neyo as the man looked back in his mirror before pointing to a compartment underneath your seat. “I normally keep water and supplies in there. Never know when you need them, and it helps get good reviews” the driver explained, before turning back to the road.

“Thank you sir, we’ll be sure to leave a good review. Won’t we darling?” Neyo smirked, hand reaching in between your legs to grab the small compartment.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes closed, having him so close to you was maddening, especially when he was teasing you like this. You clenched your fists beside you at your hips. When you opened them again, Neyo was looking at you expectantly. Gathering all your courage and praying your voice didn’t shake, you let out a small, strained smile. “That’s right, we appreciate your hospitality” you nodded, taking the bottle of water from Neyo and almost draining it in one go.

“It’s alright folks, I’ve picked up more than my share of drinkers. You won’t be the first or the last to feel a bit sick in my speeder. I’ve learnt to come prepared for anything” the driver assured, launching into a full blown conversation with you and Neyo. Every time he looked back, you felt like you were going to combust with embarrassment and desire that the risk of getting caught was creating inside of you.

By the time that the taxi reached your apartment block, you didn’t think your face could feel more heated than it was. Of course, Neyo knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying the chance to make you squirm, especially after that little stunt in the club. So as you were getting out of the back, he made sure to slide his hand up the back of your skirt and gave your ass a squeeze.

Paying the driver and bidding him goodbye, Neyo all but dragged you to your place, allowing you to swipe your entry card in before he was ushering you over the threshold. He grasped your chin, keeping your gaze firmly locked onto his. “Don’t think I forgot about your behaviour at 79s girl, you’ve got a lot of making up to do. Now strip” he ordered, taking his time to slowly take off his own armour and placing it in the space you had cleared out next to the door for his things.

Feeling a slight tremble of embarrassment or nerves, you reached up to unclasp your dress, pulling it down slowly over your arms, then your hips and finally letting it pool on your hallway floor. You were left in your bra, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to raise on your skin as you shuffled slightly.

“I said strip. That means everything. If I have to keep repeating myself mesh’la, it’s only going to make your punishment worse” he reminded, eyes trailing down your body as every inch of your skin was revealed to him. He couldn’t help but run a soft, gentle finger down your chest, between your breasts and over your soft stomach to your core in between your legs.

“Sorry Commander” you mumbled, wishing to keep on his good side for now. You unhooked your bra, tossing it at his feet as you stood there naked for him. He groaned, hand reaching out to squeeze your breast and running his thumb over your nipple as it hardened in the cool air.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I’m going to ruin you. Now get onto the bed, spread your legs and put your arms above your head. Stay there until I say you can move, understand?” he demanded, wanting nothing more than to press his lips to yours. But you had been bad and had been teasing him all night. You had to earn his kisses.

Nodding and letting out a quiet ‘yes sir’ you turned around to head into your bedroom, wondering what he would do while he made you wait. But before you could even think of the possibilities, a hard slap landed on your rear and you flinched, a yelp leaving your lips. “What was that for?” you pouted, rubbing your stinging behind.

“A little encouragement to follow the rules for once” Neyo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest before he sent you on your way.

You scowled, fighting to hide it lest he see it on your face. He was such an asshole sometimes. But you knew that he could make you cum in the hardest of ways if you were good, or keep you on edge the whole night if he wanted to.

Climbing onto the bed, you got yourself comfortable, knowing you’d be in for a wild ride after all the teasing you did to him in 79s. But it had worked perfectly. You were now here, spread wide and waiting for Neyo to fuck you good. Maybe you would send Bacara a hamper in thanks. The thought brought a smile to your face as you raised your arms above your head, fingers wrapping themselves around the metal headboard.

While you were waiting, Neyo was browsing around your apartment, taking his time to relax into the sofa and admire the new flowers you had brought into the apartment. It was a Golden Fire Blossom, one that you had told him about one time when you had been in his office. You told him it had reminded you of him, the red of the 91st symbol that decorated his armour. It also reminded you that although everyone thought he was cold, unyielding, he had lit a fire in you that he always stoked whenever alone together.

Getting up, he headed to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cupboard and filling them with water. Leaning back against the counter, he took slow deliberate sips out of his own glass. He couldn’t help but remember the fury that ignited in him when he saw his brother and closest friend lay his hand on you. He had clocked you from the moment you walked into 79s, of course. He wouldn’t be who he was if he hadn’t. The way your dress clung to you, the dress in your favourite colour that always brought out your eyes, he had barely been able to restrain himself when some of the shinies under his command had almost started drooling at the sight of you.

Neyo was almost glad it was Bacara that had approached you. He didn’t think he would be able to hold it together if some shiny had been the first one to catch your attention that night. But that was until he saw how close Bacara leaned into you, the easy smile and laugh that you gave his brother. The sight of his vod’s light touches on your arm and knee had been enough to make his blood boil, and when a hand had slipped up your widening thighs, he knew he had to put a stop to it. Keeping the relationship under wraps was one thing, having to see you flirt and giggle at his brother’s advances was another. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

Squaring his shoulders, he finished his drink and placed it down. He pulled off the top of his blacks, and grabbed the other glass. It was time he gave you a little reminder on how to behave.

When Neyo finally walked in, you would have sighed in relief if you weren’t diverting all your focus onto glaring at him. Where the hell had he been? You had been waiting ages for him and the arousal dripping from your entrance was starting to cool on your thighs. Your impatience was starting to show as he placed the glass on the bedside table before stepping back and walking around the room. Huffing, you began to move your hips, hoping he would at least look over at you so you could entice him to touch you.

“I thought I told you to stay there” he growled, heading over to the chest of drawers that was across from you. “And take that look off your face, girl. You’ve already done enough, you don’t want to add to your punishment, do you?”

Gasping, you shook your head and stilled your hips. You certainly didn’t want to add to whatever punishment that Neyo had in mind. Watching, he opened the draw with all your toys in. What was he going to pick? Your collection had a vast variety, and being with Neyo had only made you add more to the collection as your relationship slipped into something more sexual. From your point of view, you couldn’t see what he picked out, his body obscuring most of his finds before you saw one come out that you most certainly recognised. It made your pussy clench at the thought of it being used on you.

It was a long wooden paddle, made from the finest wood from Kashyyyk. It was dark in colour, and there was a small cut out of aurebesh that matched the tattoo on the Commander’s face. This paddle was a personal favourite of his, he had it commissioned while being stationed on the forest-covered planet.

“Get up” he barked at you, shattering the anticipatory silence that hung in the room. You scrambled up to stand next to your bed, keeping your hands behind your back in an almost mockery of parade rest. He stepped closer to you, running the paddle over your hardened nipples and down your stomach, stopping just above your core. You fought the need to squirm and move under his hard gaze and the paddle’s teasing touch.

Giving you one last look over, he sat on the bed before tapping his knee.

You didn’t hesitate to lay over his lap, ass open and exposed to him. You were already skating on thin ice with him, it was best not to push him even further unless he left you dripping and aching for him without any release in sight. He had done it before and you had barely lasted a day before you had found some excuse to meet in his office and beg him to fuck you. Neyo had been smug for days afterwards.

“After that little scene in 79s, I want your ass red!” he told you, voice cold and hard. A sharp contrast to the heat that he was causing to build inside of you at his words and knowing what was coming. “How many do you deserve?” he asked, running a hand over your cheeks and giving them a light squeeze.

It was a trap.

Whatever number you said he would disagree with and give you his own number. But he had asked you a question, and you knew ignoring him would mean that whatever number he had in his head would increase.

“Whatever you decide, sir” you replied, bowing your head and wrapping your hand around his ankle.

“Clever girl” he praised, before landing a swat on your left cheek. It barely left a sting, but you jolted at the surprise of it. “15 then, 10 for your behaviour back at the club, 3 for your brattiness and 2 more for making me repeat myself” he issued, placing one hand on your back to steady you and resting his other on the globes of your ass. “I want you to count them, neverd’ika and if you miss one, we’ll start again” he warned, voice dropping lowly.

“Yes Commander” you nodded, a small thrill shooting through you at his nickname for you. Little Civilian. It was what he called you when you had first met. You still remembered that dry, cold drawl as you were introduced to him and the General. Hope you can keep up with us, little civilian. Giving his ankle a quick squeeze in reassurance, you were ready for whatever he could dish out on you.

Neyo gripped the handle and laid his first hit over the middle of your cheeks. It bloomed a lovely pink colour, a small white patch on your cheek displayed his CC number in aurebesh. He couldn’t help but smirk at that.

“One” you breathed out, the hit little more than a warm up.

The second strike landed just above and came down with such force that the noise rang out into the room. The Marshal Commander made sure that one would stay, his CC number marked onto your ass so all could see. Not that he would let anyone look, but it made a surge of possessiveness curl in his chest at the thought of marking you, even if nobody else could see it. You carried a part of him on you that would last for a while.

“Two!”

The next few hits lightened up, his aim hitting everywhere but where the number was displayed on your ass. You gulped out the numbers, counting each hit as warmth bloomed over your exposed rear, tears brimming at your waterline. These weren’t the hardest that Neyo could hit, but you knew he was working up to it.

This time, Neyo raised the paddle even higher, bringing it down with a cracking force. You yelped, flinching on his lap as you were sent forward by the hit. “Six” you cried, trying to press your head against his strong calves as you hung off his lap.

The spank fell on the top of your thighs, where they met your ass and he made sure that you felt that one. His hits increasing in strength and speed. It didn’t leave you much time to gasp out the number before another hit was delivered on your tender skin.

“You’ll feel me tomorrow, civvie. Won’t be able to sit without remembering your punishment” Neyo warned, and you didn’t doubt him. Neyo kept his promises, it was what made him such a cold, determined leader. Oh stars were you in for it.

You whimpered, hands clenching as you squirmed against him. He hit you harshly on the back of your thighs. “Ten” you cried out, hand coming to protect you from the next hit. The last ones Neyo usually made sure they counted. “I’m sorry, I won’t make you jealous again” you promised, trying to writhe off his lap.

Neyo grunted, grabbing your arm and pinning it to the small of your back as he lay a correcting spank to your left cheek. “That one doesn’t count! Stay still and take it” he reprimanded, and you couldn’t help but let the tears flow from your cheeks. You really wouldn’t sit well tomorrow. Laying back down across his lap, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for yourself. All you wanted to do was ruffle his feathers a little. After all, keeping your relationship a secret was hard work, you just wanted to have some fun with him. And it seemed that at least some of his brothers knew about you and him.

Nodding in approval at your behaviour, the commander raised his arm and struck harshly on your ass. It made you jump and you couldn’t help but cry out. “Eleven” you let out, hoping he could understand you.

Two sharp hits landed in quick succession and you barely had time to catch your breath. “Twelve, thirteen” you struggled to get out, air in your chest tightening as you felt like your ass was on fire. You wouldn’t be surprised if your ass started smoking from how much heat it was giving off.

“Ready?” he checked in, waiting for your nod to continue. You knew these two would be the hardest yet, and he wouldn’t hold back. Biting your lip, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the paddle to hit your sore, cherry red behind. “Brace.”

It was the only warning you got before the hit landed hard on the middle of your cheeks. It stopped the breath in your lungs before you yelped, thighs trembling at the hit. “Four-fourteen” you mumbled, wanting to squirm against his hold, but his grip on your wrist was like durasteel. There was no way you were getting out of it unless he let you.

“Last one” he told you, although you weren’t sure if it was meant to be reassuring or not. He ran the paddle over your behind, and you couldn’t help but moan as the cut out wood caught on your bruised behind. When it suddenly disappeared, you knew it was time.

Taking a deep breath, you cried out as the last hit landed square on the back of your thighs, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to sit properly tomorrow without some assistance. “Fifteen” you sobbed, burying your tear stained face into his leg.

“Good girl” he praised, running a hand over your flamed cheeks and down your legs. “Took it so well” he soothed, letting you cry it out for a moment before he heard your cries subside. Running his fingers between your legs, he wasn’t surprised to find that he found you slick. “Looks like you enjoyed your punishment more than you let on, neverd’ika” he chuckled darkly, tracing your slit up and down and gathering your wetness. He pushed a finger in, and then two, setting a steady rhythm as he listened to your small whines as your hips shifted against his legs.

Slowly, he lifted you up to stand in front of him, and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your stomach. “Learnt your lesson yet?” he asked, running his hands over your hips before snaking their way to your breasts. He gave each nipple a quick squeeze before retreating.

“Yes sir, I won’t ever tease you like that again” you replied, ducking your head as he stared between your thighs. It felt like he was stripping you to your bare bones, seeing everything inside of you that made you you. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Good, but your punishment isn’t over yet, girl. Get on the bed” he instructed, moving off it and heading over to the toys he had picked out for you both to play with. Grabbing the rope, wand and your favourite vibrator, he placed them all at the end of the bed.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you noticed what he had picked out. You were expecting maybe the rope and the vibrator, he always knew how much you enjoyed playing with that one while he was away, but the wand... What was he planning on doing to you? Was he going to keep edging you all night? Or was he going to push you into overstimulation? You never could tell with Neyo, his plans always a step or two in front of you.

“Sir?”

“Oh, don’t get coy on me now, neverd’ika. You think you could get away with flirting with my vod? A fellow Commander?” he smirked, coming over to tie your hands together. He ran his fingers through the loops, making sure they were just tight enough to keep you in them but loose enough they wouldn’t chafe or bruise. Gathering your wrists, he tied them above your head to the headboard.

It left your chest on clear display, your breasts pushed out and on full view for him. You wouldn’t be able to cover yourself or touch him back when he sucked marks all the way down your chest. Adding to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to scratch him up and dig your nails into him until he moaned, you felt annoyance and a pout coming out. “I said I was sorry!” you snapped, tugging on the restraints pointlessly. They wouldn’t budge an inch.

Neyo scowled, quickly grabbing your jaw and tightening his hold on you, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Cut the attitude!” he growled, squeezing your cheeks slightly. You couldn’t help but feel your breath catch in your throat. Nodding as best as you could, you hoped he could read just how sorry you were for your insolence this evening.

Grunting in acceptance, Neyo released you, kissing down your body and leaving marks over your chest and ribs before pulling away and grabbing another length of rope. This one he used to link your legs to each corner of the bed, spreading them and leaving them exposed to his hungry gaze. He chuckled once more before he looked up at you. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules” he smirked, as he got off the bed and looked you over.

Holding back a whine, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to do with you. Maybe flirting with his vods just to get his attention and a little reaction from him wasn’t the best idea. You hoped he wouldn’t leave you on the edge again all night. That had got to be the worst punishment compared to leaving you twitching and moaning because of every touch from him ruined you for everyone else.

Carefully watching him, he set up the vibrator, pushing it in with a steady minded determination that you knew that whatever he had planned, it would push you to your limit. But that was what Neyo did, he pushed you to your limits before building you back up again, showing you what exactly you were capable of.

You moaned at the feeling of the vibrator filling you, stretching you and brushing against the pleasurable spot within you. Unable to stop it as you tried to buck your hips up towards him. If this was your punishment, you didn’t think you would stop if this was what happened every time.

He stared down at your opening, taking in the fake cock spreading your lips open wide and humming in satisfaction at the small, almost unconscious rocking of your hips down onto the steady thrust of the vibrator inside of you. When he thought you were conveniently distracted, he turned on the vibration to a steady setting. One that set your nerves on fire as you tried to get some kind of motion within you as he held still. Teasing you to your limits before lowering the intensity.

You didn’t think you could take any more, your insides moulding around the vibrator and making you shake against him. But you didn’t give any protests, eager to find out what more your lover had planned.

Neyo lined up the wand, pressing it against your clit. Hearing you gasp as you realised what he was going to do, he raised an eyebrow at you, daring you to complain. “What? Nothing to say? Talked an awful lot back at 79s” he mocked, securing the wand so it wouldn’t move as you did. Without warning he flicked the switch on.

The reaction was instant. Your body locked up, simultaneously running and trying to push yourself against the dual simulations within you. Letting out a loud cry, he quickly climbed up further onto the bed, resting his knees against your side. Fuck, you could feel the vibrator pressing against that spot that drove you mad, hurtling you closer and closer to the edge as it buzzed inside of you. As your clit swelled and hardened underneath the wand’s attention, you couldn’t help but whine his name. It wouldn’t be long before your orgasm would hit you with all the force of a cruise ship.

However, noticing how close you were to the edge, he turned the vibrator down to a lower setting and set the wand in a rhythmic pattern, never leaving you able to predict when it would work it’s magic against you.

“Neyo!” you hissed, furious at him for taking away your orgasm just when you were on the edge.

He growled low in his throat, hand coming to rest around your throat, as his face hovered so close to yours, you could count the gold flecks in his beautiful brown eyes. “Something to say?” he asked, voice dangerously low and he nipped at your bottom lip when you shook your head. “That’s what I thought. You’ll cum when I tell you that you can cum” he snapped, before straddling your chest.

He leant over you, gathering something from the top of the rope that surrounded your wrists. He pressed it into your palm, making sure you had a secure grip on it. “If you want me to stop, pull on this, it’ll release the ropes” he said firmly, making sure you were focused on him and his words.

“Yes sir” you confirmed, knowing that even though this was all a bit of rough and fun, Neyo actually never wanted to hurt you.

“Now, lets fill this mouth so I don’t have to listen to you speak!” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before hovering his hard, heavy cock over your mouth. Sticking out your tongue, you took in a deep breath, ready for him to push into you. “Kriff! Such an eager little slut for my cock” he breathed, placing a thumb on your tongue and forcing your mouth wider. Spit collected and dripped down your mouth before Neyo rested the head of his cock on your tongue, slowly pushing it in.

He dropped his head onto his chest, feeling your wet, hot mouth draw him in, the feel of your tongue against his hot length had his eyes slipping close.

Taking the moment to get used to him on your tongue, you felt him push even further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. It was too soon, and Neyo pulled back to give you a chiding look. Nodding, you began to suck on the tip, running your tongue over the slit and collecting the pre-cum that was already collecting there and running down his length. You really wished you had your hands to stoke up and down his shaft or massaging his balls, or stroking him to completion. Anything to touch him more, but you weren’t allowed. Neyo had made sure of that.

Reaching back behind him, Neyo took control of the vibrator, pushing and thrusting it into you while you sucked on his cock. The moans you were making echoed along his cock, sending pleasure pooling low in his core, pressure building as he kept the vibrator hitting that spot inside of you.

Looking down at you, he could see the glazed expression in your eye, as he pushed further and further into your mouth. He kept the vibrator on the same setting but returned his hand into your hair, guiding you into taking more of his cock into your welcoming mouth. Drool dripped down his balls as you whimpered around him. Kriff! You looked fucking perfect like this.

“Wonder what my brothers would say if they could see you now? Just look at you, choking on my cock” Neyo growled, thrusting his hips even deeper into you. You tugged on your restraints, wishing that you could touch him. Squeeze his hips and beg for mercy from him. He closed his eyes at the sound of you gagging, enjoying the way you constricted around him.

Unable to help it you let out a sob as he pulled out, the dual sensation of being filled by both his cock and the vibrator in your cunt, the wand pressing into your clit and keeping you on the edge was just starting to be too much. You wanted to cum, needed to feel the release that had been hanging over your head all night. Bucking your hips down, you couldn’t get the movement you needed and you let out another frustrated cry.

“Poor baby, look at how much she wants to cum” Neyo mocked, thrusting his cock back into your welcoming mouth, setting a pace that was hurtling him closer and closer to his own release. “”Kriff!” he hissed, and you watched as his jaw muscle twitched above you as he fought with himself. Wanting to get him back for all the teasing he had been doing to you, you hummed around him, trying to push him over the edge as he tried to control himself.

Neyo growled, eyes instantly glaring down at you before he pulled out of your mouth. “Want to play games, girl? Fine!” he snarled, climbing off your chest.

You gasped, thighs automatically trying to close but the ties kept them open. Landing a swift hit to your outer thigh, you yelped, throat feeling sore and well used. “Commander, I-” you rasped, voice hoarse from the rough treatment of his cock.

He chuckled, shaking his head before he turned off the vibrator and pulled it from your clenching cunt. He watched as a thin trail of arousal connected you to the toy before it broke and fell between you on the sheets. “Want me to cum, neverd’ika? I’ll cum, but I’m deciding where” he promised, climbing between your legs and pushing your thighs a little wider to make room for himself. “I’m going to fucking ruin you” he hissed, slamming his cock inside you with one thrust.

Crying out at his rough intrusion, you fought against the ties that was holding you to the headboard, hips bucking up into his to try and feel more of him. It was a hopeless task, he was already balls deep in you and fucking you like it was going to be the last thing he did in this galaxy. You didn’t think you could take his pounding for long, already clenching and tightening around him as you felt ecstasy flood your body.

That was until he pressed the wand to your clit, turning up the speed. An inhuman scream left your lips as Neyo held the wand to you, fucking into you with deep, rough jabs of his hips. “FUCK!” you shouted, tears brimming in your eyes as the explosion of your nerves. “Neyo please!” you whined, not sure if you wanted to move away or press closer to him.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before!” he groaned, slamming his hips into yours, beginning to lose his rhythm. He felt your inner muscles tremble around him and he reached up, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Don’t you fucking cum. Only when I say” he grunted, pressing the wand harder into your abused bud.

“Please, please! Neyo, I’m gonna cum” you begged, hoping he’d take mercy on you and give you the permission you needed to fall over the edge.

Neyo couldn’t help but slam his hips into you a few more times before he found his release, spurting his warm seed inside of your clenching and tightening walls, letting you drain him of all that he had. All the while he kept the buzzing wand on you, never letting up even as your cries and begging echoed in his ears.

“Say it” he ordered, voice barely giving away how he felt like he was boneless, completely exhausted from his orgasm. “Say what I want to hear and you can cum” he promised, landing kisses along your chest. His lips and soft kisses adding even more to your pleasure addled brain.

“Yours… only yours” you gasped out, fists clenching as your vision blurred with your tears.

“Good girl, cum for me” he ordered, thrusting his oversensitive cock further into you as you exploded around him at his words. Your cunt clenched tight, your body stiffening as heat rushed through you, finally able to have your release after all the pleasure he had wrung out of you. Your vision whited out and you felt your legs tremble at the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Slowly, and with great reluctance you opened your eyes, you noticed Neyo’s small smile hovering over you. He kissed your head gently, before reaching up to untie the ropes around your wrists. Gently, he massaged the stiff muscles, making sure to keep his touches light as he checked you over. When he was sure your hands and arms were okay, he untied the rest of your restraints, making sure to encourage blood back to the area and checking you over.

“Here, baby” he murmured, taking the forgotten glass of water from the side and helping you to sit up against him to drink it.

The water was like a cool balm against your throat, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of it going down and soothing the hoarse feeling. “Good girl, slow sips” he instructed, brushing your sweaty hair away from your face and helping you to take a few more sips. When you had finished the glass, he put it on the side, wrapping an arm around your waist as he brought you closer into his chest. “Want some more?” he asked, trailing soft fingers up and down your arm. You shook your head, just wanting him to hold you close for now.

“Alright, pretty girl, lets lie down for a bit before we hit the refresher” he murmured, guiding you to lie further down the bed and into his arms. He would hold you for a while before continuing with looking after you. He would also need to put some bacta on your ass cheeks before you went to sleep.

You sighed, feeling safe and warm and secure whenever he held you like this. Nothing in the world could harm you if you had Neyo next to you. Wrapping yourself around him, you couldn’t help but feel the wonderful ache of a good night with him. Your ass stung, your legs felt like jelly and there was a delicious ache from between your legs.

“Did good?” you mumbled into him, rubbing your nose against his collarbone, seeking his reassurance.

“Did perfect, neverd’ika. My perfect, good girl” he praised, smiling into your hair. If anybody saw him, they would have thought he had gone crazy, been reprogrammed or something. Marshal Commander Neyo did not smile, nor did he cuddle. But for you, he would always make an exception. He would always soften those hard edges that kept him alive on the battlefield because you were the only good think in this karking war. Everyday, he yearned for your warm smiles and teasing looks. Just the feel of your skin against his was enough for him to lose his mind.

Sighing heavily, he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss onto your crown. He would get up soon, tend to the bruises and marks he had left on you. But for now, he would give you what you needed. His strong arms, keeping you safe from the rest of the galaxy. Hearing a matching sigh, he couldn’t help but promise that he would talk to you a bit more about making your relationship a bit more public. After all, he didn’t want any more brothers sniffing around you. You were his. And he was yours.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi! So I’ve been reading your stuff for a while now. If you have time & are willing would you think about writing up a reader x Neyo piece with the reader walking eggshells around him because she’s always feeling intimidated by him and he wants to change that? Thank you!

What A Change

Summary: You're a member of Doctors Without Borders, brought into the war at the request of the Jedi Order. And you've been assigned to the 91st for months now. And you're starting to realize that there are undercurrents to your placement on the ship that you never noticed before.

Pairing: Pre Commander Neyo x Reader

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: Mentions of stalking, though the reader's largely unaware of it until the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So I'm not sure I hit the vibe for the story, but it didn't feel right for the reader to be so nervous around Neyo and then to jump into a relationship. So this one might have a sequel.

“It’s…um…required, Commander.” You say quietly as you nervously fumble with your datapad, “Republic policy is very clear as to the requirements for any person or group of persons who wish to land on this specific planet.”

Commander Neyo is glaring at you. You know it without looking at him. You can feel the way his glare is burning into your skin. 

“And how long will it take to vaccinate the entire battalion?” He asks, his voice rough.

You flinch at his words, “Um…a couple of hours, maybe?”

Nayo exhales sharply and your grip tightens around your datapad, “Fine. I’ll let the men know. Is there anything else?”

You hesitate, “Um…just that…even after everyone is vaccinated, it’ll take two days before you’ll be allow to land-”

“And why wasn’t this known beforehand?” Neyo snaps at you, and you flinch back, and he exhales slowly, “We’ve known that we were coming here for days, why am I only just hearing about these requirements?”

“I…I told the Admiral-” You trail off.

“Fine.” He pauses, “I’m not going to hit you Doc, you don’t have to flinch whenever I enter the room.”

“I…sorry-” You mumble, and then you hear the sound of him leaving and you slump against your table with a sigh. 

Several months ago, when the war started, the Jedi Order reached out to Doctors Without Borders to get doctors who would be willing to work on warships and with the clone Medics.

You are one such Doctor. After days of background checks, as well as tests to ensure that you’re actually able to work with the clones, you found yourself attached to the 91st.

At first you were pleased.

Being attached to a Recon Battalion meant that you would have plenty of time to look into the increased aging of the clones while ensuring the health and wellbeing of the men and women on the ship as well.

And then you met Commander Neyo.

Cold, distant, and grumpy Commander Neyo. Who seemed offended at your very presence. You walked on eggshells around him, and even then you never seem to do anything right in his eyes.

He’s always picking and poking and prodding until you make a mistake. And then he gives that heavy sigh, like you’re nothing more than a burden on him and his brothers, and then asks you how you intend to fix the problem.

You always can. None of the mistakes that he’s caught, or the ones that you’ve admitted to, have caused harm to anyone on the ship. But he acts like it’s the end of the world.

You thought you were doing the right thing, informing the Admiral about the vaccine requirements for the planet. It’s not your fault that the Admiral ignored your information until you were already in orbit. Right?

Several hours later, you're called into a meeting with General Gallia, Commander Neyo, and the Admiral.

The Admiral, a petty, small minded man with more ego than actual sense, glares at you, and you shift uncomfortably. “Doctor, you should have warned us about the vaccine mandates of this planet.”

You feel a prickle of annoyance, and you quietly attach your datapad to the holo, and bring up the email, detailing that very fact, that you sent him several weeks earlier, “I think you’ll find that I did.”

The Admiral flushes an ugly shade of red, and you have a feeling that if General Gallia and Commander Neyo weren’t there, then he would physically try to hurt you.

Commander Neyo shifts, and you glance up at him as his arm brushes yours, “In any event, we can’t land for another two days, so what’s the play, General?”

Your gaze flickers around the room, from the Commander, who’s standing much closer to you than he normally would, to General Gallia, who has a stern look on her young face, and who is also standing slightly closer to you than normal, and then over to the Admiral, who has gone an unhealthy shade of gray.

And you realize that you must be missing something.

“There’s nothing we can do,” General Gallia says lightly, “Aside from waiting for the time to run out. Has the vaccinations started?”

“Yes ma’am,” You reply, “Everyone will be vaccinated by the end of the day.”

“Splendid.”

“Wait a minute,” The Admiral frowns at you, “How did you learn about the vaccination mandate?”

“Doctors Without Borders created the vaccine to begin with, when the plague first started.” You reply, “We were all vaccinated, just in case it spread to other planets.”

The Admiral’s eyes light up, “So you can go to the planet.”

You pause, and both the Commander and the General tense.

“I…suppose I could.” You say slowly.

“Wonderful, then you can go down first-”

“Absolutely not!”

“She’s a civilian!”

Commander Neyo and General Gallia speak in unison, but the Admiral raises a hand to silence them, “I’m hardly asking her to fight a battle. I’m asking her to go before us and report on the state of the planet.”

You shift uncomfortably, and you start in surprise when a strong hand lands on your shoulder and you’re jerked back behind Commander Neyo, he looks angrier than you’ve ever seen before in your life, and you’re glad that he’s not looking at you like that.

General Gallia looks thunderous, but when she speaks her voice is very calm, “Commander, will you please take the good Doctor and ensure she has what she needs for a trip to the planet?”

“Yes ma’am,” He guides you out of the room, and as soon as the door slides shut, you’re pretty sure you can hear raised voices on the other side of the door.

“Um…”

“We need to get you armor. It’ll have your organization's symbol on it, don’t worry.” His dark eyes scan you, “Do you know how to use a blaster?”

“What? No! Of course not! I mean, I know the theory? I just point and click, right?”

“That’s…not it at all, no.” Neyo replies, he lightly spins you and directs you towards the opposite side of the ship from your lab.

“I’m a doctor. Before all else, do not harm. I don’t need to know how to shoot. Even planets not connected to the Republic don’t fire on Doctors from Doctors without Borders.” You say, “Besides, this planet is peaceful.”

“They were peaceful. They’re not so much anymore.” Neyo takes you down to the armory, and starts looking for armor that might fit you.

You shift, uncomfortable, but somehow not intimidated by his silence, “Commander, what’s going on? It seemed like there was more going on in that room than I was privy to.”

He pauses, “Right. So, long story short, you were assigned to this Battalion at the Admiral’s request. General Gallia did some digging and he’s been a bit…obsessed with you since the start of your career.” He looks at a chest piece he’s holding and then eyes you, before he curses and tosses it to the side, “Apparently the real you isn’t anything like the you he created in his mind, and the General is concerned he might try and harm you.”

“What?” You squeak.

“The General asked me to stick close to you whenever the Admiral is around. He’s afraid of me.” Neyo pauses, and something wry crosses his face, “Of course, you’re also afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid.” You defend yourself immediately, “You just…intimidate me.” 

“Same difference.” He digs around for a moment longer, and something sour crosses his face, “We don’t have anything that will fit you.”

You shift slightly, “I…have armor.” You admit.

“You…what?”

“It’s in my foot locker. We regularly get sent out to war zones, so-” You shrug, “I still don’t know how to shoot a gun, it was never something I needed to know.”

He exhales sharply through his teeth, “I can’t teach you how to shoot a gun well in the time we have. So here are my orders for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“Find someplace safe. A clinic or something. And in two days, I will come and find you.” Neyo says to you.

And the way he says it, you can’t help but to believe him.

“...I thought you hated me.” You admit quietly, “You were always there and always picking and prodding-”

“Whatever feelings I have regarding you, it’s not hate.” His lips curl up into a small smile, “I’m actually impressed by you. I know you’ve been looking into the aging issue whenever you can-”

“It’s why the Jedi called us. Because we care. People don’t join Doctors Without Borders unless they care a whole awful lot about everyone.” You explain with a shrug.

He nods slowly, “I’m beginning to realize that.” Neyo says nothing for a moment, and then he walks over to you and places his hand on your head, “I will come for you. In two days, as soon as I’m able to land on the planet.”

“Okay.”

His hand slides from the top of your head to the back of your neck, “And when we’re back on the ship, we can talk about feelings and shit.” He says with a disgusted scrunch of his nose, “But more importantly than all of that, I don’t want you to be afraid of me anymore.”

“I can try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

[hastalavistabyebye]

Holos #5

Ao3 version

Loving Ponds was easy. One of the easiest things Bacara ever did. 

Sure, the days could be long and lonely, especially when traveling from one warzone to the other, or just after a cease fire when it was time to count the losses and try to erase their presence as much as could be in a destroyed landscape, battered in black, brown and white. During those times, in front of his waiting paperwork or while keeping his troops focused and organized for that hard last stretch, Bacara sometimes longed for the familiar warmth of his lover. How many times did he wish to discuss plans with Ponds, to ask for his opinion ? The Lighting Commander had a knack for strategy, his mind sharp and logical, always seeing the broader picture in more details and reading it more precisely than anyone else. Sometimes Bacara would have given anything to rely on his lover and his hindsight. How many times did he hold on to the memory of Ponds’ smiling eyes, on the knowledge that he’ll see him right after this unending campaign was over ? Pushing through was so much easier with the promise of getting back to his cyare at the end of it. 

But that was just the way of the Marines. As much as he could curse the distance between each of their leaves, he didn't mind much. 

Especially not when his comm chimed familiarly in rapid succession, distracting him from seeping his energy drink. He fetched it from where it was lying next to his freshly completed report. His hope of having news from Ponds, who was the usual culprit for spamming his comm like that, was sidetracked by his surprised happiness at seeing Neyo’s name displayed. He loved receiving messages from his little brother just as much. It was rare to get so many messages in so little time from him, though. Even more surprising was the discovery that it was mostly holos. Did the two 91st Commanders mix up their commlinks ? Bacara knew they were supposed to be in a joint mission at the moment, so it wasn't as improbable as one could think. 

A little bit perplexed, he opened the conversation and was met with several pictures of Ponds without the top of his armor and bucket, followed by the message “You sure you really want that one ?”. It was definitely Neyo who sent them to him then, most likely during one of their breaks, going by the way Ponds was dressed. 

In the first pictures, the Lighting Commander was crouching in front of a green snake with hirsute scales. They were looking at each other steadily, practically nose to nose. Ponds had that light in his eyes. Bacara wasn't surprised at all to see him reaching to try and coerce the reptile like one would do with a tooka, in the following holos Neyo had taken. Ponds could be just as bad as a Jedi when it was about befriending any random wild animal that had sparked his interest. He thankfully wasn't prone to take a particular liking to beast bigger than him. (Which was admittedly not the case of High General Windu.) 

The Marine Commander huffed fondly at the rest of the pictures. Ponds had somehow managed to get the snake to coil around his arms. He had stood up and was visibly cooing down at it before beaming up at the holocamera. He was glowing like a star, eyes crinkling at the sides and dimples in full display. Some cloud high above was casting shadows on his side, not reaching his face yet. Bacara could have swear it’d never darken his skin, not when Ponds was shining stronger than the sun as he was. 

The Marine was smiling softly down at his comm, soaking up the sight of the holos, when he noticed how close to Ponds’ neck the head of the snake had crept. 

“Please tell me it’s not venomous.” He sent to Neyo right away, a defeated weight settling down at the bottom of his stomach, heavy like durasteel. 

“You know I will never lie to you, ori’tat.” Was the quick answer, thankfully followed a few instants later by : “The Generals are supervising.”

Bacara closed his eyes with a deep sight. At least the Jedi were around. 

Loving Ponds was one of the easiest things Bacara ever did, as effortless and paramount as breathing. But sometimes he deplored falling for a member of the Shebse batch. 

The snake is a Hairy Bush Viper.

[floydmtalbert]

Lieutenant Helen Pierson, an army nurse based at Wimpole Hall, an Eighth Air Force hospital near Bassingbourn, christens a B-17 Flying Fortress of the 91st Bomb Group named “Lady Helen of Wimpole” in her honour, 1944 — © Roger Freeman Collection, IWM FRE 734

Note: on the right is Major John D Davis, commanding officer of the 401st Bomb Squadron. Davis and Pierson met when he returned a wristwatch to her after its repair in the Base Instrument Department.

Davis was also a frequent visitor to the 163rd General Hospital at Wimpole Hall, and was so impressed by the personnel there that he decided a new aeroplane should be named in their honour. The nose art was painted and signed by Corporal Anthony Starcer.

Pierson was invited to Bassingbourn in early 1944 to christen the aircraft. Afterwards, Davis took a number of 163rd personnel up in it on a sightseeing tour.

Helen Pierson and John Davis were engaged a few months after they met, and married upon returning to the States after the war. — The Ragged Irregular (91st Bombardment Group (H) Newsletter) 27:1 (1994), pp. 4-5

[toska-writes]

“You lost this”

Summary: Trying to kick the habit of losing your lightsaber it somehow always ends up at the hip of the commander of the corrie guard. I mean that’s better then getting in trouble

Paring: Commander Fox x GN Padawan Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: none!

Word count: 1386

Notes: once again this man deserves some good fluffy moments, also this one kinda mimics the other Fox fox I have I just realized but whatever. If you have any suggestions feel free to shoot them my way!

Kriff how could this happen again.

Your master was sure going to kill you this time. Ponds walked beside you now as you ran a hand through your hair.

"I've heard plenty of story's of Master Kenobi losing his lightsaber, how bad could it be, you'll find it." He tried to give some comfort.

"1," You held a finger up " I would love to hear that story, 2 you don't know how important it is. Master Windu has told me many times that I shouldn’t loose it because your lightsaber is your life."

Ponds stared at you for a moment before shrugging his shoulder. "Sorry mate, but if you lost it here one of the corries might have picked it up."

It was your turn to stare now. "Really think they'll have it?"

"It's better then turning up empty handed to the general."

Ponds gave you a small nod before turning to part down his own hall of the huge temple. "Ill let Master Windu know you'll be studying with Ahsoka then sir."

You opened your mouth to question him for a second but Ponds flashed you a cocky smile before turning away from you.

You scoffed to yourself for a moment being ever so grateful for the commander of the 91st.

Corries, corries right you could easily go ask the Coruscant Guard to see if they had seen it. But why was it so hard.

Would any of them tell your master, or worst. They already have.

A sweat stared to form a little at the top of your brow. Where could you have left it? The hanger, the temple. It could be anywhere on Coruscant by now.

Great great great. If you didn't find it first it would be just your luck your master would find it before you.

You stood now on the steps of the Jedi temple. You had to go quick if you were to be back before anyone noticed your gone. Ponds excuses could only save you for so long.

In the back of your mind you felt a slight humming sound, the force around you flourished as you  acted on this feeling.

You took a few steps with your eyes still closed, the force was now guiding you to the senate building? Mmm your best guess is Commander Fox might have it.

As you walked you recounted the very few encounters that you had with the clone commander. All were pleasant and nothing to make you sweat, but you still did either way.

The building laid out in front of you, the feeling was growing strong now. You could hear the hum of your kyber crystal as if it was in your own hand.

Taking a few steps you scanned the area quickly, trying to keep a low profile in a place you didn’t know all that well.

Fox was an allusive man when he wanted to be but the familiar feeling you craved coming from your saber was much stronger.

You spotted him from a distance away, he was chatting with another brother in red you weren’t sure you knew who though. From here there was no sign of your saber.

You cleared your throat as you made your way over. “Hey commander Fox?”

His eyes and body snapped to attend as did the other person with him. Fox’s shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly when he saw it was just you but all the same he asked “Is there a problem commander?”

“Oh no I was just looking for something” You casually put your hands behind your back, the hum now grew to a quite background noise as it normally did and you instantly felt a lot better.

Fox head turned forward questioning slightly until his hand flew to his hip, and sure enough there it was clipped to his belt. “I’m assuming it’s this then? You came just in time sir I was just about to contact Master Windu.”

He could definitely see the worry on your face at the last comment as he handed back the weapon you cherished so deeply.

You gave fox a thankful nod then added “You know it wouldn’t be terrible to say if this happens again not to tell my master right away.”

The man standing next to him looked a little puzzled at this small exchange of words but you decided to ignore it.

“I’ll see what I can do about that sir.” He nodded

“Thank you Fox. I owe you.” You turned and quickly made your way back to the temple before Windu decided he really wanted to know where you are.

Fox stood for a moment accompanied by Hound who seemed just as confused as he.

“So that must be the Y/N you told me about.” Hound nodded at Fox. “They definitely live up to what you said.”

Fox gave a slight nod in return, Hound was definitely right about that.

The second time you lost your lightsaber you were already making your way after departing with ponds, to the senate building once again.

Fox stood more by the entrance now, as soon as he caught sight he swiftly made his way over.

In one simple moment he unclipped the saber from its resting place on his belt and held his hand out.

“You keep this up and you’ll tie with General Kenobi for the most amount of times lost.” He joked a little.

You shot an eye brow up as the cool metal made its way into your own hands. “Wow does everyone know that story?” You asked with a smile on your own. “You’ll have to fill me in next time I see you.”

“Hopefully not under this circumstance sir.”

With another small smile you made your way from the senate building. Fox would have to get use to that. But he did enjoy the visits.

The third time it was already like a reflex. Fox saw you come in and scan the building for a moment trying to recognize the armor of the Corrie Guard commander.

When you spotted him this time he already had the weapon in his hand- the weight felt uneven and deadly in his hands.

Fox held it out to you for a moment as you finished your approach grabbing the weapon and stop right in front of him. “Missing something Commander?”

You laughed for a moment, eyes sparkling.

You could just walk out, Fox found himself thinking about one time. You could make a snide comment or two and aggressively grab your lightsaber out of his hands. He wouldn’t be surprised many did. But as always you stoped have a kind smile and a small bow of gratitude then ask him how his rounds were or if he needed anything.

This time you asked if he was almost done with this shift. “No, I have a few more since I took over for Thire, he wasn’t really feeling himself.” Fox shut his mouth quickly after his last words, venomous words floated around his head saying he shouldn’t have shared and you didn’t really care.

But the compassionate look told him all he needed to know. “Well tell Thire I Hope he’s feeling better in no time.” You stated. “And since your going to be on a little while I was thinking about heading to a near by caf machine.”

Fox stuck his hand out waving you off. “No need for the trouble commander I’m fine really.”

The worry in his voice hurt you for a moment. “Nonsense besides I was planning on getting one for myself. Really it would be no hassle.”

Knowing your stubbornness he gave up the fight quickly, nodding his head in a response.

He watched you exit for a second, the bright glittering saber now hung where it rightfully belonged.

In a way Fox hoped that you would loose it again, not to get yourself in trouble but it’s refreshing to have someone to listen to what you had to say. Someone in the same boat as him but not in the same seat so to say.

But one things for sure, he would never get use to the weight that thing carried when it was on his waist. He’s seen them work before and those weren’t as pleasant as he’d like to remember.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza

[gemsofgreece]

hello! first, i wanna say thank you for what you do. i have a d&d campaign that takes place in a greek-inspired region, and i frequently find myself coming to this blog to look for inspiration and information thats difficult to find on google, so thank you for doing that! second, i had a question. in my campaign, i want to have this tacky kind of burlesque tavern. i thought it would be fun to mix some elements of greek culture in there (like styles of dance or clothing) but i dont want to disrespect the culture by like, "sexy-ifying" it as would be expected for burlesque. so i wanted to ask if there's anything that exists in greek history that could be compatible with that aesthetic without being butchered? ty!

Hello! It's wonderful that the blog has enriched your experience in D&D!

Regarding your question, burlesque in its strict sense does not exist in the Greek culture but there are a couple of things that could be considered "close enough". First of all, since burlesque itself was invented in early 19th century, I assume we are talking about Modern Greek culture? We should take into account whether what you are imagining also involves some degree of sex work, which historically happened at times with burlesque. In any case, before I go to my modern Greek suggestions, we could consider that:

in Ancient Greece there was a dance called Codrax which could either stand on its own or was often employed as an interval during comedies. The dance was downright obscene and sometimes comical to match the vibes of the show. The dancer was masked and often also played the zills.

in the Byzantine empire, women could work as actresses, dancers and acrobats. They often worked in festivals and celebrations in the hippodrome. Many of those were also sex workers and they were definitely perceived as sex workers but not all of them actually did sex work.

in Ottoman Greece, sex workers would be in taverns-brothels and they would often dance accompanied by music. The dance at the time was quite like belly dancing, the Greek-style belly dance called tsifteteli.

So now let's go to Modern Greek entertainment. There are two types of entertainment that could resemble burlesque a little bit; some types of old buzúkia and epitheórisi (revue).

Old Buzúkia

Buzukia is a Greek form of music entertainment that is still very popular today but it has been continuously evolving throughout time. The period that is relevant to our topic was between 50s-70s. Buzukia is generally a late night live music scene which also offers food and alcohol. The main focus of the show has always been the music and the singing and they were so embraced by Greek society that most of the successful commercial Greek singers have performed in buzukia for a great part of their career. Before the 70s, the show program of buzukia could vary considerably and especially the most well known ones would also feature ballets and dancers. The dance shows could have a theatrical aspect to them (ie performative dancing where some sort of simple story is easily conveyed) and the dances could be sensual. The outfits were often pretty sexy, with feathers and orientalist influences. However, it was supposed to be sexy and sensual without being too tacky and without being too provocative. There were buzukia where stripping and / or sex work was involved, however the vast majority in this type of entertainment had nothing to do with it and was pretty mainstream. There are two Greek celebrities who in movies often had roles of this type of buzukia dancers I describe here specifically, the dancer-actress Martha Karagianni and actress-singer Zozo Sapountzaki, the "Queen of the Night", as she is called (she's 91 and thriving!).

Martha Karagianni:

Zozó Sapountzaki / Greek Buzukia '68:

And this Zozo video for some costume inspiration:

(By the way Zozo at her 91st birthday party in May:

It has nothing to do with your question but I felt like saying it. I am gonna add an evil eye emoji for good measure 🧿)

Now of course there is lightness but there is no humour in all this or the humour is minimal.

Epitheórisi (revue)

Revue is a theatrical genre that has been huge in Greece up until the noughties. Revue is a satirical and comical theatrical play which does a lot of commentary on political and social matters. The Epitheorisi, like Revue in general, features most of the time dance intervals or sketches with burlesque or burlesque-like ballets. The dances are sexy but again they are not too tacky / cheap or too vulgar. They can be tacky / suggestive but there is a limit usually. The ballets often sing as well and their lyrics may be comical or satirical in the context of the play.

Some recent epitheorisi plays.

An epitheorisi poster of 1894.

And OF COURSE Zozo in an Epitheorisi play.

So in Buzukia you get the tavern / restaurant and sensual aspect of it whereas in Epitheorisi you get the theatrical and funny / tacky vibe. So if you blend these things I told you, you can create some sort of possible Greek situation. Like, a small Epitheorisi number in a well known Buzukia centre. And the character can be from a simple member of the ballet, talented in dancing or singing or a little humour, to an absolute diva that can combine it all. Just take note that it was never too obscene and even though the clothing could be very sexy, there was no stripping beyond underwear unless then it became a different type of situation that involved sex work. And also there is more orientalism in Greek entertainment than in western burlesque.

[blackkatmagic]

What are you working on right now?

“You all right?” Neyo asks, faintly wary as he watches Ponds out of the corner of his eye. “You seem.” He stops, clearly fighting with descriptions for a moment before he settles on, “Distracted.”

Ponds has twelve detailed plans for murdering another commander, and twenty-seven that still need the kinks worked out. He’s been working at them all night. “I'm fine,” is what he says, though, because outright saying I want to murder Wolffe to defend the general’s honor will probably get him a sideways look. “Didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all.”

Neyo raises a brow. “Even though the general is back?” he asks. “He’s safe with the 91st now.” Pauses, and then says, with an edge to the words, “And not married now.”

Before Ponds can answer, a door down the hall ahead of them hisses open. The right door, and Ponds’s heart jumps. He finds he’s smiling without even meaning to, and even Neyo's usual scowl has lightened into something like relief as he steps forward—

It’s not Mace who exits Mace's bedroom, though. It’s Wolffe, still settling his kama around his hips, vambraces and gauntlets in hand, helmet under one arm. His hair is too short to be messy, but Ponds is absolutely convinced it looks ruffled, like he was just recently asleep and hasn’t fixed it yet.

The hiss of Neyo's indrawn breath is roughly the same as the warning growl of a particularly angry krayt dragon, and a hand clamps shut around Ponds’s vambrace, so tight Ponds can feel it through the plastoid.

And then, worse, so much worse but also better, Mace steps into the doorway, clad in a loose white sleeping shirt with a wide collar. It dips bellow his sharp collarbones, shows part of his chest, makes his lean and dangerous figure into something captivating, breathtaking. That’s the best part. Mace could never be anything else.

But Mace is in sleeping clothes and Wolffe is just putting his armor on, and they were both in Mace's bedroom after working late together. Ponds is going to throw something. Something sharp, preferably right at Wolffe’s head.

“Thank you, Wolffe,” Mace says, and Wolffe snorts, steps in. He crowds Mace up against the doorframe, right where anyone could see. Right where Ponds and Neyo can see. Doesn’t go in for a kiss, but tugs Mace's head down, one traitorous hand curled around the back of Mace's neck like he has no kriffing idea that Ponds is about to cut it off and feed it to him.

[adhd-coyote]

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Words of love

Day 5 prompts: Love

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Eönwë, Maglor, Írimë

Theme : A series of letters from one character to another - Eönwë to Ingwion | Maglor to Indilien (OC) | Írimë to Amarië

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 778 words

Summary: Eönwë writes to Ingwion after the latter sends him a letter on life in Valimar | Maglor writes to Indilien, thanking her for agreeing to him corresponding with her | Írimë writes to Amarië, thanking her for her gifts

A/n: OC name meaning Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

This is also available on AO3

Letter 1 – Eönwë to Ingwion:

10th day of Y.T. 1231.—

Beloved,

It pleases me to hear that your training with Lord Tulkas goes well and that he sees to your lessons himself. He is a most steadfast and hardy friend, and I am certain that you will not want for comfort while you reside within his halls. Valimar is a most beautiful city, and to be invited to see all that lies behind its walls of white and gold is a rare honor. Prove yourself worthy of this honor, as I am sure you will, and you will discover much of what that fair city has to offer. 

My love, your letter moved me deeply. To read of your deep longing for me, to know I am foremost in your thoughts! I confess that I read it once, and then I read it twice, and then I read it a third time. I treasured every word and committed each and every one of them to heart. I pray you will not think me weak when I admit I feel your absence most keenly. The great halls do not ring with the sound of your sweet laughter, and our chambers feel strangely cold and empty without you in them. The time of flowering and ripening of all things is upon us, and yet I find that Ilmarin is shrouded in the dark and dismal winter of death your leaving has left it in. Forgive me. The pain of our separation is nigh unbearable. I do all that I can to make myself content with the knowledge that when I call on you, this pain will pass. Alas! If only time flowed according to our own wishes! If only there was a way to make that appointed hour of our reunion arrive faster! There is none. Nevertheless, we will see each other again. This is all that truly matters in the end. With this, I will put an end to my letter. Write to me as often as you can, my love, and always keep me in your thoughts.  

Written by the hand of he who longs for you,

Eönwë

Letter 2 - Maglor to Indilien (OC)

30th day of  Y.T. 1284.—

Noble lady,

Allow me to begin by offering my sincerest and most humble gratitude for your granting of my wish to write to you, and I pray that I will not make you weary with my letters. I was told you were most astonished by my appeal and that you consider my request an honor. Pray allow me to correct you on this, my lady, for the one who is honored, is myself. Never have I heard another sing so sweetly or seen anyone more beautiful! There is no word to give justice to how you have captivated me, my lady, and I pray that you will allow me to speak of how you have held me enthralled the next time we meet. Such words will be poor fare, to be sure, but they will, no doubt, speak of the sincerity of my feelings and the depths they contain. I will write no more for a lack of time, but I beseech you to write to me if I have not offended you in any way with my declaration.

Your most faithful servant,

Lord Makalaurë Kanafinwë

Letter 3 - Írimë to Amarië

91st day of  Y.T. 1362.—

Beloved,

Thanks and thanks and thanks again, my dearest, for your gifts. And thanks once more, for your tender words. They are more precious to me than any gift, though I will treasure the works of your hands greatly. Mother helped me find a place for all of them, and we both agreed that the marble carving of the great eagles who dwell in the crags of Ilmarin is the most breathtaking. So magnificent! So lifelike! I would have considered the turning of stone into something so fine nigh impossible had the great sculptor herself, Nerdanel, not proven me wrong on more than one occasion on that score. You are gifted as she, and I consider myself the most fortunate of elves to have one such as you by my side.

I am truly overwhelmed by your expression of love for me. No words could describe the sincerity of my gratitude, my dearest, but please accept these words, humble as they may be, as a token of my thanks. It heartens me to no end to know that I am so loved. And pray accept this gift—a bracelet that I have recently crafted—if it pleases you. With this, I shall bring an end to my letter.

Your beloved,

Írimë

tags @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

[vodika-vibes]

Love Everlasting

Summary: You've lived a thousand lifetimes, and lived a thousand loves, with the same man. And now you want to find him again, in the middle of a galaxy at war.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1989

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, reader and Echo have died multiple times, but they always find each other again

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @the-bad-batch-baroness @kiss-anon

A/N: I wanted to write tooth rotting fluff, and so this was born. Echo will be happy and healthy, even if I have to write it myself.

Sometimes, when you close your eyes, you’re able to run through all of the first times you met him like it’s a movie.

From the very first time, when he was just a boy and you were just a girl, and it didn’t matter that you came from different worlds, and it didn’t matter that he was royalty and you were the daughter of a slave. And nothing mattered except that there was love and it was real and it was yours.

To the most recent time, when he was a Jedi and you were a Sith, and yet you still managed to find each other, and you still managed to find love, though you stood on separate sides of the battlefield.

Thousands of lifetimes.

Thousands of loves.

And it’s always the same. It’s always him. It’s always you. And you’re always happy, for a time.

But it never lasts.

The first life ended in pain and blood, with his screams ringing in your ears and a promise that he would find you again.

And he did. Over and over and over-

Sometimes he doesn’t recognize you. Sometimes he does. It doesn’t matter, because you always recognize him. 

You’re fortunate, in this life. You weren’t born a jedi, nor a sith. You were born on Coruscant, and you were born to a middle class family, with parents who loved you and wanted your happiness.

You haven’t always been so lucky. 

You started looking for him when you were a child, before you really understood that your dreams were memories of past lives. You searched and you searched, though you didn’t understand who you were searching for. 

And at times you ached that you would never see him. 

And at times you feared that this was it. This was the lifetime that you wouldn’t be together. 

And then the war started. And as you watch the news with your parents, and as you learn about the clones, you know that that’s where he is. So you drop your life, your career, and everything that’s ever made you happy in this life, and you enlist.

It’s not the first time you’ve been a soldier. It won’t be the last time, you’re sure. It’s not even the first time you’ve enlisted to try and find him. In fact, by your reckoning, this is the twelfth time you’ve enlisted in the military to try and find him.

Well, unless you count the time with the pirates, which you do not.

You start out with a posting at Triple Zero. And it takes you less than 6 months to determine that he’s not on Coruscant. So you start needling your Commanding Officer, and you end up with a transfer to the 91st.

And then the 104th. And the 212th.

And finally the 501st.

You stand before Captain Rex and General Skywalker, your hands folded neatly behind you, as the blonde clone reads over your profile, “You’ve been bounced from several battalions, Sergeant.” Rex says slowly, as he handed the datapad over to General Skywalker, “There are dozens of commendations for your actions in battle, and your military strategy-”

“Yes sir, there are.”

“What Rex is wondering, and what I’m wondering,” General Skywalker says smoothly, “Is why none of those other Battalions worked out.”

You nod once, luckily you have an answer for this, “Conflict of personalities, General.” You say promptly, “Commanders Fox, Neyo, Wolffe, and Cody are fine men and I was lucky to have to have the chance to work with all of them, but our personalities don't mesh well.”

“The 501st often works closely with the 212th.” Rex points out.

“I am willing and able to work alongside Commander Cody, sir. It was his decision to transfer me to the 501st.” You say calmly, “If I’m not a good fit, you can always transfer me on.”

General Skywalker hums thoughtfully, “Honestly, based on some of Obi-Wan’s comments here, I’m surprised he signed off on your transfer at all.” He admits, “He’s all but singing your praises.”

“Thank you sir.”

He smiles at you, and offers you his hand, “Anakin Skywalker, welcome to the Resolute, Sergeant.”

You grin and take his hand, “Thank you, General Skywalker. I hope to serve well.” 

“I’m sure you will. I have no concerns.” The General replies, “There’s an empty room for you to use. I’m sure you understand that we don’t have many female soldiers serving.”

“I had noticed that my enlistment was something of an oddity when I was stationed at Triple Zero,” You reply.

“Less an oddity and more an anomaly,” General Skywalker jokes. There’s a knock on the door, and all three of you turn towards it as it slides open, “Ah, Echo. Is something wrong?”

“The Engineers report that there’s something wrong with one of the gunships,” ARC Trooper Echo reports from the doorway, his gaze is locked on Captain Rex, and then General Skywalker, and you don’t think he’s even noticed you.

Which is a shame, because you recognized him as soon as he entered the room. The last time you saw him was when you were standing back to back against an army of rancid Sith Alchemy creations. He fell before you did, in the last life, but you suppose it’s only fair, since in the one before that one, you died first.

He looks good, you decide. The armor suits him (it always does, even in that first life when his armor was chainmail and his weapon was a steel sword). And he looks healthy and, maybe not happy, but he looks well. It’s enough for you, even if he doesn’t recognize you.

You tune back into the conversation when General Skywalker claps you on the shoulder, “Echo, this is our new Sergeant,” He says cheerfully.

Echo turns his gaze to you, and he stops. For a moment his breath catches, but he soon catches himself, and you smile. You know that reaction. It’s the same reaction he always has when he sees you again for the first time. That’s something that’s never changed.

It’s something that several lifetimes as a jedi, and several more as sith, haven’t been able to take from him. 

He nods at you, and you pretend to not notice the way his fingers flex, as though he’s fighting the urge to slide his hands into your hair. “Welcome to the Resolute, ma’am.” He says, very politely, and you smile at him in return. Your smile widens slightly when you notice him flicker his gaze to the side. He hasn’t changed at all.

Still the same sweet man you fell in love with all those lifetimes ago.

General Skywalker’s gaze is darting from you to Echo and back again, and he has a wide grin crossing his face. Captain Rex, however, looks less impressed. “I have a great idea,” The General says cheerfully, “While me and Rex check out the gunship, why don’t you, Echo, show our new Sergeant where her bunk is?”

“General-” Captain Rex says immediately.

“I can do that, General.” Echo interrupts, his gaze snapping back to you, “It would be my pleasure.”

“Great!” General Skywalker firmly guides Rex out of the room, “Have fun! Maybe give her a tour!”

You stare at his back, bemused, “Is the Resolute any different than the Negotiator?” You ask Echo, as he steps into the room and allows the door to shut.

“Not in the slightest.” He replies, as he moves closer and closer to you, until he’s standing in your personal space, and a soft smile crosses his face, “Hi.” He whispers as he reaches out and presses his hand against your cheek.

“Hi,” You whisper back, your heart pounding in your chest in sheer excitement that he’s here. He’s here and it’s been so long-

“You’re as beautiful as the last time I saw you,” Echo murmurs, as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “As beautiful as the first time I saw you, all those lifetimes ago.”

You smile at him broadly, “You look good,” You reply, “Healthy…happy.”

“Happier now.” His voice is little more than a sigh, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“You enlisted, didn’t you?” Echo asks.

“It’s not the first time I enlisted to find you.” You bring your hands up to caress his jaw, “It won’t be the last time, I’m sure.” You have to stand on your toes to hover your lips over his.

“Maybe next time I’ll enlist to find you,” He teases, “I think it’ll be my turn.” He closes the distance between your lips, and further words are unnecessary. 

He kisses you like he’s always kissed you. Like it’s a secret. Like it’s a promise. I’ll find you. I’ll always find you. I’ll always love you. Wait for me. Wait for me. Wait for me.

When you kiss him, you zip back in time, to that little girl who fell in love with a prince. To the prince who fell in love below his station. To a love that transcends life and death.

He breaks the kiss slowly, as though the very idea of parting from you for even a moment breaks his heart, and he presses his forehead against yours. “My heart.” Echo whispers, “My only. Does your heart still belong to me?” 

“Always.” You whisper back, “Forever. Was that ever in question?”

“No. Never. But I do like hearing it.” Echo replies. He kisses you again. And again. And again. “I could spend the rest of this life in your arms, and I would die a happy man.”

“You could spend the entirety of every life in my arms, and you would never complain.” You correct with a small grin.

“This is true,” There’s a glimmer of adoration in his gaze, “Stars, I have missed you. Your voice, your scent, the feel of your skin against mine-”

He kisses you again, and he slides one hand into your hair, angling your head back to deepen the kiss.

He doesn’t want to stop, that much is obvious to you. He never does, right when he manages to find you again, but this time you don’t have a choice but to stop him. 

“Echo,” You murmur his name and he shudders and presses firmer against you, “You need to show me to my room. We can continue this later.”

“Want to continue it now,” He mumbles sullenly, and you know, if you let him, he’ll convince you to his way of thinking, so you smile and press your finger against his lips.

“We’ve waited this long, what’s a little longer.”

He pouts at you and you laugh softly, running your finger lightly across his lower lip. “Babe-,” It’s a whine and a plea wrapped into one, and you grin at him.

“I know you can be patient.” You chide gently, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Echo’s breath catches in his throat, and he stares at you, “Right. Right, okay.” He takes a deep breath, and then another one, “Tour, and then show you your room. I can do that.”

You grin at him, and pull your hand away from him, and take a step back.

For a moment he looks a little lost, as though the idea of not being able to touch you is beyond him for a moment, but he visibly composes himself and your smile broadens.

Quickly, so quickly that you almost miss it, Echo kisses you one more time, and then he’s heading towards the door. “Keep up, Sarge. It’s a big ship.”

You roll your eyes and grab your helmet off the table, “Large and exactly the same as the Negotiator.”

“Yeah, but this is the Resolute, so it’s better.” Echo grins at you as he opens the door, “And everyone knows it.” He winks at you, “After all, we have you.”

You tilt your head back and laugh. Gods above, how you’ve missed him.