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Bacta and Bandages Chp.4 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 3. Chapter 5.

Rookies and Broken Hands

CW: Fives and Echo, slow-burn, Anakin trying to be supportive, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

After Cherenity, you’ve adapted well. Your first mission was a relatively easy success. From there, you had more confidence and mental preparation. You didn’t even freeze when you were exposed to combat on the next mission.

Truthfully, you might not have frozen up anyway. The hospitals on the lower levels of Coruscant weren’t strangers to criminal violence and attacks.

And, to be blunt, the droids weren’t as cruel as some of the criminal empires back home.

Right now, everyone was on The Resolute, winding down from another successful battle. The planet of Jorin was officially Republic territory, thanks to the efforts of General Skywalker, Commander Tano and General Kenobi.

You weren’t out and about mingling. Instead, you were in the medical bay, patching up your third trooper with cracked knuckles, broken fingers and fractured hands.

The cause of such wounds? Punching droids.

For some reason, every time a clone had a chance, they would swing a fist at the metal body in front of them. Of course punching metal with no hand armor was, to be frank, damaging to bone. But these soldiers wouldn’t even feel the pain until adrenaline wore off.

The first time one of these guys punched a droid, you assumed it was just a moment of pure will to survive.

The second time was a coincidence. Something you could write off as just a minor occurrence.

The third time? You asked Kix if they were specifically trained to punch the damn things in front of them.

The straw that overloaded the ship was when you witnessed Commander Cody literally throw his rifle and tackle one of the droids that got too close to where you were treating the injured. When he stood back up, General Kenobi just handed him his gun as if this was a regular occurance.

After that, you weren’t sure who was more fucking insane. The 501st or the 212th.

You sent the last trooper on his way and opened the door to the hallway. However, as soon as the metal doors split, you came face-to-face with an unknown trooper. He had his hair styled in the standard military fashion, however he sported a goatee. There was a tattoo on his temple, but you couldn’t make out what it was from where you stood.

“Oh!” You were, admittedly, somewhat startled, “Hi, I’m sorry, do you need something?”

“Well, yes I do.” The trooper had a flirtatious tone to his voice, “I wanted to come meet the 501st doctor. And let me just say, you and I could-”

A second trooper had dashed forward from down the hall and slapped his hand right over the lips of the first, “Fives! I can’t leave you alone for more than 3 minutes! Do you ever stop with your flirting!?” He was exasperated, clearly, “I’m so sorry for him. He’s a moron.”

The first trooper, Fives, pulled the hand off his face. He kept his smirk, “What Echo is trying to say is-”

Echo, you gathered, cut off his friend, “What I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry we’ve bothered you, Doctor.”

Echo and Fives….oh! The new recruits from the Rishi outpost!

You gave the two of them a kind smile, “You’re no bother at all, you can come to me for anything you need.”

Fives made a show of putting his hand over his heart, “Doc, I’m feeling lovesick-”

“It was nice to meet you, doctor. I’m going to take this di’kut and throw him out of an airlock.” Echo returned your smile, but you could tell it was tense and annoyed. The trooper began to drag his friend away, all the while Fives gave half-hearted struggles.

You finally saw the full symbol on his temple. It was a ‘5’ in Aurebesh. A very ‘on the nose’ tattoo to distinguish him from his brothers.

Something told you that this wouldn’t be the last you saw of them…

After the two soldiers had scrambled away, you walked through the venator ship to find Rex.

Your first guess, the hangar, was correct. He had a datapad and was overseeing the loading and unloading of weapons, supplies and other crates that were received from Jorin. You paused, the captain was busy and you didn’t want to bother him…

He spotted you first and gave a small smile. The blonde clone handed the datapad to one of the troopers at his side and walked over, “Is something wrong Doctor?”

You sighed, “It’s about the men. Can you please tell them to stop punching droids?”

Rex blinked in surprise, “What? Why? Sorry doctor, but the men are trained to take down clankers in whatever way possible.”

“They keep breaking their hands, especially their fingers.”

There was silence from the Captain. After a moment he responded, “I…see. No one had ever said anything. Are you sure it's them punching droids-”

“Captain, please use your fist to punch the wall with all your strength and take note of the results.” You deadpanned, brow raised. There was a grin on your lips, clearly indicating your sarcasm.

He snorted, “Alright alright, point made.” the clone in front of you put a hand on his hip, “I’ll…think of something. I’m sure armor would help…”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, “It’s easier to create armor for hands rather than tell the men to stop suckerpunching droids.” Your smile hadn’t left your face when you responded, “You know what? I think more armor is a wonderful idea. In the meantime, can you tell them that when they throw a punch to leave the thumb outside the fist?”

You didn’t know that Rex felt a small twinge in his heart at your laughter. It was a burst of joy that he made you happy. Something he hadn’t felt before.

“Yea. Yes!” He caught himself getting lax in his attitude, “I’ll tell them. Thank you for your concern over the men.”

“Of course, it’s my job.” You nodded, feeling somewhat relaxed now, “I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you around, alright?”

“Yes, of course, doctor.” Rex watched you leave the hangar. Unconsciously, he sighed before turning back to the working soldiers. He, however, was face-to-face with Anakin.

The Jedi had been replacing a part in one of his fighters when you had arrived at the hangar. When he saw his captain and doctor both talking…

Well, a good general would help his men in all their endeavors.

“So, Captain.” General Skywalker couldn’t stop the smirk, “You and our wonderful Doctor are rather friendly.”

Rex’s eyes widened, “I…don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“Come on, Rex. It’s just you and me here,” He put a hand on the clones back, “Man to man? You can tell me.”

“Sir…”

Anakin didn’t give up, “It's natural to have feelings, Rex. Heck, I encourage it!”

“Feelings? Oh! No, General! I-I can’t…” The clone captain stuttered, tripping over his words. The two of them were standing off to the side, making sure no one could hear them.

The Jedi laughed, “What? Yes you can! Come on, it's alright.” However, looking at his friend's serious stare, Anakin’s face fell, “Rex?”

The clone captain sighed, “Sir, clones are taught early on that romantic feelings are forbidden. We’re soldiers, we’re not supposed to have partners or spouses. We’d be going against regulations if we pursued personal relationships.”

Something shifted in the General, as if he had been slapped. He stepped back, eyes holding sadness and understanding, “I’m sorry…That's…” He looked down with a sigh, “That's not fair…” After a second he furrowed his brow and looked up at his captain, “I’m not going to stop anyone from having a relationship if they want. No one should be forced to…box up their feelings.”

Rex felt a flash of confusion and even worry. Anakin sounded as if he fully understood.

Jedi aren’t allowed attachment…

Did General Skywalker really understand?

After a beat, the Captain nodded, “Thank you, sir…I’m certain some of the men will feel better knowing they have that freedom.”

The Jedi frowned. Rex was a man with high walls, even to his General, “I am serious, though. If you…need help with figuring things out…well, I’m your guy.”

“Thank you…General?” The clone captain watched, entirely confused when Anakin walked away to return to his fighter.

What a strange conversation…

Rex couldn’t have feelings for you. He wasn’t programmed to have them.

That feeling in his heart was something different entirely.

Right?

#reader insert #tcw x reader #captain rex x reader #captain rex #bacta and bandages #star wars the clone wars #star wars tcw #star wars x reader #clone wars 501st #anakin skywalker #anakin is trying his best

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lightasthesun · 4 months ago

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Happy Disability Pride fellow spoonies!

As always: mind the tags!!

Push through (until you break) by @guildofscribes

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Next to Anakin's ease and power within the Force, none of the clones realize just how far General Kenobi is pushing himself to keep up. It's war. And he'll do what he must. Until he can't.

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“It really doesn’t bother me, my dear,” Obi-Wan lied through his teeth, struggling to sit upright on the bed in the medbay after his most recent injury. His arm was in a sling so he couldn’t sign, and Cody could see the frustration in his eyes with every instinctive move to lift his arm, “I have spent years not hearing, it is as much a part of me as my lightsaber is, it’s part of who I am. Yes, my implant allows me to hear and yes, sometimes I do miss the voices of my loved ones, but I am used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be,” Cody signed as he spoke, letting out a sigh, “you chose to get the implant for a reason, to have the choice to hear. And that choice has been taken from you.” “You do not need to worry about me, dear,” Obi-Wan said, reaching out with his uninjured hand to place it on Cody’s knee.

Cody just shook his head and smiled sadly. “I always worry about you, cyare.”

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Sometimes that was enough.

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When Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, he was on the ground and he couldn’t remember how he got there.

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heavy off a golden hue by catboydogma

Series | Cody/Obi-Wan (Rex & Qui-Gon)

“And there are some, like me,” Obi-Wan said, voice softening against his will, “who relapse. And relapse. And… and it never quite leaves. I’m afraid I’m rather susceptible to the kind of emotional distress that the flowers thrive in. There is so much love to be had in the galaxy, and I can’t help but… even when it hurts. Perhaps especially when it hurts. I let it get ahold and it’s chronic at this point. Even if I never loved again, I will always have… this.” He spread a hand over his own chest and already, he could feel the stuttering slip of petals and leaves threatening. He kept his breathing slow and shallow, and the threat passed—for now.

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“Really,” he said, to underline the point, because Poe was looking a little doubtful. “I’m in no rush here. Whatever you want to do, or not do, is fine. I’m just...enjoying spending time with you.”

"I’m not in a rush, exactly, I just want – " Poe normally was able to state his mind with little angst or uncertainty; now, he looked faintly exasperated with himself. "I do want to find out what I still can do. Not all at once, though. And I don't know what it’ll look like, or – or how long it's gonna take for me to get there."

Luke reached for Poe's hand where it was drumming restlessly on the tabletop, and squeezed it reassuringly. "Find out together?"

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He’s sitting in his chair, legs turned irreparably inwards leading to knobby knees covered by a loose blanket. The cannula in his nostrils is slightly crooked on its way to the tank attached to his chair. There are pale purple circles under his eyes, and wrinkles wear at his skin around his eyes and his nose. His hair, stringy with sweat, drapes against his pale forehead. His lopsided smile rests on chapped lips, and his hands are lightly trembling where they hover over his lap.

He’s the most beautiful person Cody’s ever seen.

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“Obi-Wan,” Cody’s voice filters from the cracks between Leia’s fingers, and Obi-Wan wants to sob. His heart keens at the phantom touches on his shoulders and around his waist as he listens to Cody’s steady, low voice. “Obi-Wan, it’s alright.”

A forced chuckle rips its way from behind his teeth. “Alright, is it?”

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Being captured together gives them the chance to get to know each other a little more. For better or worse.

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“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said. “Anakin, what’s Bly’s last name?” Anakin blue-screened for a moment. “Uh…”

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said again, sliding ungracefully off the boards with a thump and putting his back to the door. “Is that—tell me that’s not Bly’s father, Anakin.” Good God, he’d never live this down.

“No,” Anakin said after a moment squinting first at the door, then Obi-Wan. A tangled mess of sound was echoing through the room as the newcomers greeted Bly and vice versa, all deep voices with light accenting—Māori, Obi-Wan remembered, slightly giddy. It was a Māori accent, because—“That’s his brother,” Anakin told Obi-Wan. “Cody—”

“Cody Fett,” Obi-Wan said, clutching his cup a little tighter and steadfastly refusing to look over his shoulder. “He’s brothers with Cody Fett, former Olympic gold medalist and—oh, God.“

#in true spoonie fashion this took me two weeks instead of two days #lol #star wars fic recs #codywan fic recs #usernobie #disability pride #disability pride month #disabled Obi-Wan Kenobi #disabled Ahsoka Tano

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threestripeslider · 2 years ago

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TMNT03: Dark Turtles Headcanon Time

no you do not get a choice, now listen to me. a lot of it is probably inspired by @amevello-blue Dark Turtle fics on AO3, especially the names bc i for one would’ve never come up with that lmao so credits to them and also Read their Fics no i am not Asking.

anyway. im mad we didnt get a 2nd season of Fast Forward that potentially included a Dark Turtles Redemption and all i can think about is them getting taken in by Cody when the turtles travel back to their time and if you know me, im all about the Found Family Shenanigans. so after some grumbling and growling and hissing the boys settle in and finally get to be more than just weapons of destruction.

DaVinci [Dark!Leo]

nicknamed Vin or Vinny

"i don’t give a shit.” actually gives a LOT of shits

grows to be overprotective but in a really unconventional and grumpy way, ESPECIALLY about Cody and Simoni – when he doesn’t like where they’re at, he will literally scruff them and lift them up to another place, usually behind him

Bad Communication

So bad, oh my god, sir, please just TALK–

while he generally keeps to himself, most of his arguments are caused by him being very uncommunicative or just having no idea how to express what exactly is bothering him

that puts him often at odds with Bardi who will question him the most. one time they nearly duked it out in the middle of the kitchen bc Bardi was handling a sharp knife with his tail and Vin got lowkey worried that he’ll hurt himself or others if he’s not careful but instead of relaying that, he said something along the lines of “you’re shit at handling a blade” and it went downhill from there

he grows a substantial bonsai collection, but the one he got from Splinter is obviously the most well taken care of (he secretly named them all)

only Cody knows bc he was passing by and heard Vin talking to someone named Eliza and when Cody took a peek it was obvious that Vin meant the bonsai he was grooming at that time

PLEASE do not mess with his plants – not only will he severely maim you, he’ll also be very upsetti >:’(

Simoni once gifted him a turtle-shaped watering can as a joke but Vin uses it religiously

the lense over his left eye is actually removable but will leave him half-blind since his left eye is pretty much an empty socket with a prosthetic replacement in it – once he’s more comfortable, he begins removing the lense when he goes to sleep so he can actually close both of his lids

works out a lot, mostly bc the routine calms him (and he likes being the one who can hold back his brothers with just one hand)

once, Cody took them to the less populated countryside to show them the world beyond the city and went stargazing at night, ever since then Vin would sometimes sneak into the simulation room just to relive that moment over and over again bc it’s been the calmest he’s ever felt

Sanzio [Dark!Raph]

nicknamed Sunny

this guy LOVES to lie in the sun – ever since they existed, they’ve mostly been confined underground so the first time he actually got the opportunity to lie down on the roof of Cody’s home and feel the sun, he’d been hooked

Professional Napper™

yknow how cats loaf a lot? yeah he does that – in general, his and Simoni’s legs are the most flexible

you’d think he’s a heavy sleeper, but he’s scared Cody shitless countless of times when the kid tried to spend time with him as quietly as possible only to pass a glance and see those glum yellow eyes already staring back at him

while he can’t retract into his shell, he’s the only one who can achieve the closest thing to it by tucking himself as tightly as possible beneath his carapace

has the worst time during shedding season since his shell is the widest, so Cody and Starlee usually help him peel off his scutes – while he doesn’t feel it, he does not like the sound of it and wears noise-cancelling headphones

despite his initial aggression, Sunny is actually the calmest of his brothers, mostly bc he doesn’t have a lot to say since everyone else seems to run on higher energy than he does, so he can appear a little slow

if you annoy him, he will literally move away from you wordlessly

like, fuck getting into a verbal altercation, if someone just up and moved away from me mid-conversation and then settle down somewhere way off, that would emotionally damage me more than anything else

a fruit fiend, Serling has begun to buy the triple amount of fruits than he usually gets just bc Sunny keeps eating them – he doesnt even peel them

his favorites are cantaloupes and he eats them like apples

dont tell anyone, but Starlee is secretly his favorite bc she treats him like a huge cat

probably the laziest of all of them, yet physically he remains the strongest

likes watching movies – he doesnt particularly favor any genre, but he does noticeably watch a lot of documentaries. Cody thinks the narration soothes him

Bardi [Dark!Donnie]

nicknamed simply B

ngl he’s a bit of a Bitch

high-strung and high-maintenance, it drives Vin and Simoni up the fucking walls

he’s the moodiest, most standoffish of all his brothers and prone to constant sarcasm – however despite complaining about it, he never stops explaining the things he’s doing when asked

bit of an Instigator, it’s better to keep him busy so he won’t get bored and get ideas on how to entertain himself – naturally, he’s a fan of soap operas, the more dramatic the better

Bardi: this is a fun show Vin: the main character’s mother just died on screen Bardi: exactly, it’s hilarious

he was the hardest nut to crack, but Starlee eventually got to him by purposefully coding a system incorrectly while he was in the lab with her and he got so fed up he took over some of the work – it’s only later that he realized he got tricked into helping

oddly enough, that warmed him up to Starlee

he appears a lot more agreeable within a lab setting, but outside of it he will freely mock Cody for not knowing how to fry an egg (he doesn’t know either, he’s a hypocrite)

clearly uncomfortable with anything that involves emotions bc he sees them as a weakness and liability since Darius used to punish them for being anything but battle-hungry monsters – it takes him quite a while to come to terms that he is allowed to feel and let others feel in turn

he’s still super bad at comforting crying people tho, he’s not good with tears and usually just kind of. taps ppl with his tail like “there, there” while looking incredibly uncomfortable

despite his waspish know-it-all attitude he does warm up to everyone in the house and becomes a little possessive – these people belong in HIS bale and his tail has gained this reflex where it would start to wrap around the person he feels is being threatened to be taken from him

he used to squint a lot, like this angry, suspicious squint until Cody figured out he needed glasses

Cody: dont you get tired from all the squinting? Bardi: thats how i look Cody: do you. i think you need glasses Bardi: i need what now

Bardi is still kind of miffed that this didnt occur to him first

he files his claws regularly to keep them sharp “just in case” but wears special tips so he wont accidentally nick anyone, not since he did so with Simoni who immediately went to snitch to Vin

Simoni [Dark!Mikey]

gets called Moni, Mon or Monmon a lot

silly guy!! little guy!! dont let him bite you

the easiest to get along with – while he is a total wildcard and mischievous, he’s super curious about the world that was withheld from them and just. dives right in

absolutely does not understand video games at first despite having vague memories of them thanks to Mikey’s genes, but one all-nighter spent with Cody trying out the newest game on the market, he’s all for it

loves mangas more thann comic books – Cody just KNOWS Mikey would scream “BLASPHEMY!”

actually really loves reading bc he can learn so much and begins to have this huge assortment of random trivia in his head that he’ll just randomly blab out when it becomes relevant – or even when it’s not

the armor on his right leg isnt actual armor but a legit prosthetic after Cody scanned them for initial health checks

he can actually roll his tongue up into his mouth but bc of its current size, he cant keep it inside – him and Cody are still looking into corrective surgeries since there is the danger of his tongue being in the way of his breathing

while he likes a good brawl with his brothers, he hightails it out when Vin and Bardi start fighting since that energy always feels like wanting to cause genuine hurt. so he usually hides away for a few hours until he thinks the coast is clear or Cody/Starlee/Sanzio manage to coax him out

the Champion of Hide n’ Seek – he hides in the most unlikely places and nobody has any idea how he even manages to fit into some of these spots

he’s the most flexible, making him very nimble and acrobatic – he absolutely loves to climb stuff and especially likes to hang from the ceiling to scare the others

do Not touch his food. it’s not even a fun thing – he’s very protective of his food since Darius saw him as the runt of the litter for being smaller and naive and thus used to feed him the least, if at all

he will freely share his food however, but it has to come from his own will

Starlee once brought a pack of little fruit jelly cups and he’s been obsessed with them ever since

while he’s way more expressive than his brothers, he still gets incredibly nervous when involved in an emotional conversation – it takes him a while to realize nobody will punish him for feeling down and expressing it

the kind of guy who will randomly throw out theoretical or philosophical questions that make you have an existential crisis for a good few hours

Simoni: is fish wet when underwater Bardi: what the fuck, obviously, you moron Simoni: yeah but it lives there, water isnt wet to them Bardi: that’s– what? Sanzio: ...im going to bed.

#tmnt 2003 #tmnt fast forward #dark turtles #turtle files: headcanon #this is an absolute mess but wtf ever #i am self indulging rn #i dont fucking cARE if fast forward's writing was weak IT WAS STILL FUN #THE CONCEPT WAS SO FUN AND COOL IM SAD IT DIDNT GET ANOTHER SEASON #some of you all are so allergic to fun istg #whatever i love tmnt 03 so much

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sev-on-kamino · 2 years ago

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

***

Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

#tcw fives #tcw fives x reader #tcw fives x you #reader insert #arc trooper fives #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #April showers bring May Drabbles #seven writes #blue writes #30 days challenge #tcw fives x fem!reader

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vytels · 1 year ago

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Reposting this with grammar and spelling fixed because it was bothering me. For context, this was posted based on an incorrect quote post. The original post is linked here.

Just needed to write a little something based on this that made my brain go wirrr

TW: self-depreciation, thoughts about death/suicide, overall general horrible feelings…. Basically, Fox NOT having a good time… Also, typos, cause I’m writing this at the ass crack of night and I’m supposed to be SLEEPING

Sloshes of cocktails and condensation fell to the floor, beers clinked together in toasts and cheers, but yet, it wasn’t as busy at 79’s as it usually was. Parties of clones crowded together in respected booths, a few stragglers slipping onto the dance floor to get a feel for a pretty lady or man. The music buzzed between them and the lights clung brightly to the walls, unimpeded by bodies or howling voices.

Fox didn’t care for 79’s much anyway. Besides the rapid amount of headaches and groans that it brought him, he found himself seeing it as only a small connection to his brothers on the frontlines. It provided him a face-to-face that holocalls couldn’t achieve, although only once every few months.

“Are your boys treating you well, Rex?” Ponds’ elbow shoved into Fox’s side as the man craned his head forward.

The blond trooper turned to them and a smile appeared at the edge of his lips, his shoulders slumping toward the table as he leaned in. “They weren’t too bad this time around, I think they might be settling down.”

“Don’t jinx it, vod’ika,” Cody warned, “Your men don’t know the meaning of settling. You told me they tried to make a water slide in the docking hangar of the Resolute a month ago.”

“Eh, they’re just bored,” Wolffe said, “the 501st moves around more than anyone else does, they have more time between missions to get stuck in their heads.”

“They do deal with it interestingly then,” Rex grumbled.

Fox couldn’t help but agree, though his eyes lingered across his vod’ika’s form. There was a mirth in the man’s eyes, a fondness in his smile, and a softening in his brows. The Captain cared deeply for his men, for his own vod’ika, despite the trouble they put him through. There was always a story on his mind about Fives and Echo, or a joke that heard from Jesse, or an incident from Hardcase.

There was something there that struck Fox, something that clung deep at his chest, in a way that almost made him gasp. Somehow, it was overwhelming.

“Well,” Fox said, “Have the Terrible Torrents come up with anything more recently to deal with this boredom?”

A smile widened across Rex’s face. “They came up with a game, based on a natborn game.”

“Oh, this ought to be good.” Bly leaned in. “What is it?”

“It’s based on kiss, marry, kill,” Rex explained, “which is a game where you name three people and then choose who you’d kiss, marry, or kill from the three.”

Cody nodded, raising an eyebrow. “How’d they change that then?”

Rex snickered. “They ran out of people they knew until it was only vod that they knew… so you know, they just changed the wording. Turned it into keldabe, vod pile partner, and kill.”

“Not as easy to say,” Ponds muttered with a look of disdain, “But I can’t imagine marrying or kissing a vod.”

Bly gave him a look. “Isn’t a keldabe a kiss?”

“It can be familial and you know it,” Ponds retorted, “You literally shove your forehead against any of ours the moment you get the chance!”

“Guilty,” Bly conceded.

Wolffe hummed. “Well, are we going to play it?”

“I’m interested,” Cody added, “It sounds like fun.”

Rex smirked as his ori’vode turned to him and let them throw him through the rounds of the game, pulling on all vod they knew from across the Galaxy. Putting Neyo against Gree, pushing Thorn against Keeli and Kix, throwing Crys with Waxer and Boil, laughing as he offered up Hardcase, Wrecker, and Fives, and smirking when he mentioned Alpha-17, Colt, and Fordo.

“You know that’s not fair,” Cody said immediately. “All of us would snatch up 17 for a pile partner before the others.”

“Then who are you killing?” Rex challenged. “Colt or Fordo?”

“Colt, at least I’d have a chance at winning.” Bly took a swig of his drink.

Wolffe shook his head. “I bet I could take out Fordo, besides he hates me.”

“That’s because you bit him.”

“So did Fox!”

Fox smirked. “He deserved it. I’m going with Fordo too.”

“You two are horrible.” Cody frowned. “I’ll kill Colt.”

“Agreed,” Ponds said.

“Alright, alright… last one?” Rex asked.

“Hit us with your best shot,” Wolffe growled at him.

Rex looked over them for a moment, thoughts whirling behind his eyes before a smirk covered his face. He leaned closer as he spoke, his voice punctuating the names.

“Me, Wolffe, Fox. The vod’ike.”

“Oh, well, I’m killing Fox.” Bly leaned back immediately.

Fox’s head snapped to his ori’vod, a glare pulling at his eyes but he kept his face level as Ponds snorted next to him.

“I think I have to agree with that,” Ponds said, “But I’m vod piling with Rex.”

“Not me?” Wolffe growled immediately.

But Fox didn’t hear the rest of the argument, not as his eyes slid to the orange-colored commander next to him. Cody stroked his chin, a horrible habit he had gained from his general, and stared toward the ceiling. Gears seemed to come to life in his head as he thought before his hand dropped away and slapped against the table.

Everyone’s heads snapped to him, the argument between Wolffe and Ponds fading to the side as the oldest of their batch smirked.

“I figured it out.” Cody nodded. “Kill Fox, keldabe Wolffe, and vod pile with Rex.”

Despite the sting in his chest, the tightening at the back of his throat, Fox slipped under his mask. A smirk played across his lips and he leaned back against the booth, eyes flickering across all his brothers.

“Yeah, I’d kill me too.” Fox waved a hand, ignoring the churning in his stomach. “I’ll vod pile with you, Wolffe.”

Wolffe smirked, before immediately turning to Ponds. “See? Even Fox wants to vod pile with me!”

The argument between them grew again, but it felt like a buzzing at Fox’s ears as he reached back to grab his drink. He knocked back, trying to get rid of the pain pounding in his ribs and gut, trying to loosen the tightening of his throat.

His batchmates had pointed to kill him off, not even bothering to argue against it in any form. It flipped his stomach, even if it was just a game. A meaningless game, but yet it drove a stake through his heart.

But he understood it too, he really did.

Fox wasn’t like his batchmates. He didn’t fight on the front lines, he didn’t put his life on the line for his brothers staring down a battlefield filled with droids, and he certainly didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like they did.

But more than that, he didn’t really deserve to be the one receiving a keldabe, or being trusted as a pile partner. He wasn’t as good of a commander as he should be, he didn’t save the lives of his men as much as his batchmates did, and he most certainly couldn’t explain the blood that he’d find on his hands when he woke up in the morning.

His batchmates were good men, and he knew he wasn’t.

It seemed like they knew it too.

The night ended shortly after that. His batchmates huddled together as they wobbled back to the GAR barracks, doing their best to make themselves look like a cohesive group of competent men. And they pulled it off well too, despite the tiredness that dragged at them and the drunken tilts of their vision.

But Fox walked another way, back to the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, back to his tiny office with a desk overflowing with datapads and flimsiwork.

He sat at his desk, thought of the way his vode had pointed at him, and wondered if the pills stashed in the back of his drawer were worth it.

#star wars #clone wars #commander cody #commander fox #commander bly #commander ponds #commander wolffe #captrain rex #coruscant guard #tcw #tcw wolffe #clone troopers #clone commanders #fox deserves more love #fox really needs a nap #poor fox

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swbumblebee · 2 years ago

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Cody looked up and down the empty street, once again wondering when he’d lost his mind. It was probably the day on Kamino when a soggy ginger Jedi entered his life.

“C’mon General hurry up” he muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together watching his breath mist in the Coruscant winter air. At this low level, with the dark outline of the temple looming in front of him, waiting alone in the dark in his civvies was a very spooky experience.

A metallic clang and the creek of a door made him jump and turn in relief, his Jedi approaching with an apologetic smile and a robe in his hands.

“I’m so sorry Cody, I couldn’t get Mace to leave!” he explained hurriedly, helping the freezing trooper into the cloak and taking Cody’s hands in his own, rubbing quickly.

“Come on, come on in” the harried man ushered him towards the small nondescript doorway, almost perfectly blending in with the grubby walls, old crates and general detritus that characterised this part of the city.

“Where…” Cody looked at the dark passage ahead of them as the door closed with a squeak and a clang behind them. “Where does this lead? I still don’t know why I couldn’t just use the front door we could have come up with some cover!” he said, only slightly irritated at the whole palaver.

“Ahhh but you see his charming maintenance passage leads straight into the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue, my dear” his infuriating Jedi took his hand, and Cody could see his cheeky smirk and sparkling eyes by the blue light of his ‘sabre.

The clone frowned and allowed himself to be pulled along.

“The Steam Pipe….” He trailed off, a memory surfacing all of a sudden.

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“…Yeah well, Obi-Wan lives in the airing cupboard.”

General Skywalker smirked at his mentor, a conversation that had started out with Rex’ innocent question about life in the temple was rapidly going the way of all other Kenobi-Skywalker conversations. Descending into bickering and teasing.

Cody shook his head ruefully.

“Excuse me! It is not the airing cupboard, it’s the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue.” The irritated Master in question snapped before correcting himself; “And it’s not the steam pipe distribution venue, it’s my flat!”

Ahsoka giggled and General Skywalker snorted. Cody watched Rex’ expression mirror his own of surprise.

He’d never seen inside his General’s temple flat, though he’d imagined it a number of times. But he was a fairly unimaginative person and it always ended up being the Generals office but with more meditation mats and even more robes everywhere.

He had, though, always assumed it was fairly large and high quality. A classy place for a classy man.

“Master Obi-Wan you really need a bigger space. What if me and Skyguy want to pop in?” she asked imploringly.

“Ye,s such a shame that’s just not possible” the senior Jedi muttered into his tea, just loud enough for Cody to hear.

Out loud he answered.

“I know my dear, but it's home and I like it. Force Knows Plo keeps trying to bully me into moving, but it was the only one available when I got my seat, and now I can’t be bothered” he explained blithely to Cody and Rex.

Both his young Jedi charges rolled their eyes.

“And it’s lovely and warm” General Kenobi said defensively.

“Sure Master, airing cupboards are. Ow!”

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Cody smiled at the memory (and the look on Skywalkers face when Obi-Wan, in a surprisingly petty move, jabbed him with a fork) and comprehension dawned.

A new eagerness spurred him onwards.

“Oh the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue, I’ve always wanted to see that” he said, pulling his sneaky Jedi into a laughing kiss.

#Snippet Of Nothing #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Cody #Codywan #Concept of the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue #lovingly stolen from #The West Wing #Master Kenobi #Fluff #obi-wan fanfic

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ikiracake · 2 years ago

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Super self-indulgent Star Wars: Clone Wars AU idea that I’ll probably never write but I need to get it out of my brain before it eats its way out (full disclosure I’ve never seen a single episode of SW:TCW I just read way too much fic):

It starts out when Cody, frustrated with finding Obi-Wan’s lightsaber on the battlefield again, decides that if he’s going to be hanging onto the stupid thing 50% of the time anyways, he might as well learn how to use it. But he also knows that his brothers are assholes, and if they see him trying to train himself to fight with a lightsaber, they’ll never let him hear the end of it. So he trains in secret, so no one can bother him.

Enter Anakin, fresh off of another argument with Obi-Wan and looking to blow off some steam. He for some reason decides to find a training room on Obi-Wan’s ship rather than return to his own, and in his search to find somewhere where Obi-Wan can’t find him and lecture him more, he stumbles upon Cody. The two freeze, and share a super awkward stare-down.

But then Anakin surprises them both when instead of making some sort of comment on what Cody’s doing, he points out a mistake in Cody’s stance. Cody, bewildered, corrects himself, and somehow he finds himself going through a lightsaber training session with Anakin Skywalker as his teacher. By the end of the session, both men are still a little awkward, but they both found they worked well together, so when Anakin tentatively offers to teach Cody more later, Cody agrees.

Thus begins a rather strange partnership. Cody asks Anakin early on not to tell anyone about what they’re doing, and Anakin figures what’s one more secret to keep from his old master. But pretty soon it becomes clear that Cody’s preferred form is Soresu, because that’s what he’s most familiar with, and he just naturally picked up so much from watching Obi-Wan that it doesn’t make any sense to switch gears now and try to teach him a different form. Only, Anakin’s Soresu is terrible, and he’s really struggling to teach Cody the form. But because he’s starting to grow attached to Cody as his secret student, he decides he’s going to have to swallow his pride and go to the Soresu expert for help. Obi-Wan is baffled, but pleased, when Anakin approaches him out of the blue and asks him to help Anakin become better with Soresu. Over the course of their training, Anakin and Obi-Wan start to bond again, several of the wedges that Palpatine had subtly placed between them coming loose now that they’re interacting more in a less stressful environment. And Anakin turns around and passes on what he’s learned to Cody, who is blossoming as his student.

Everything is going smoothly, until one day during training, Anakin finally realizes that they’ve hit the point in Cody’s studies that a non-Force sensitive should not be able to keep up anymore. Cody is doing flips and dodges and moves that can’t be explained by the standard clones’ better-than-average reflexes. Anakin briefly stumbles, feeling like he’s been hit upside the head by a tank, because holy shit Cody’s Force sensitive.

What happens next is a miscommunication of epic proportions, where Cody and Anakin end up having two completely different conversations with each other.

What is actually said, is this:

Anakin, right after Cody has done a Force-assisted flip: Kriffing hells, you’re using the Force!

Cody: Ha, ha, very funny sir. Everyone knows that clones aren’t force sensitive.

Anakin: Well that’s clearly a lie.

Cody: Sir, the long-necks would definitely have caught something like that, I can assure you. It must be just your good teaching.

Anakin:...wait. Does that make you my Padawan?

Cody: Sure.

What Cody believes is happening is this: Anakin is joking around, teasing him like he usually jokes around and teases Rex. He has grown a bit fond of General Kenobi’s former student now that they’re getting to know each other, and is secretly kind of pleased to be treated like one of Skywalker’s friends. It’s all just a big joke.

What Anakin believes is happening is this: Cody is well aware he’s force sensitive, but has to hide it because he’s scared that he’ll be decommissioned or removed from service if anyone knew. In Anakin’s mind, this explains his desire for their lessons to be secret. But if Cody is force-sensitive, and Anakin is training him, then logically Cody is actually his Padawan. He doesn’t pick up on Cody’s sarcasm, and believes that Cody has accepted him as his master. He’s also missing Ahsoka fiercely, given her recent departure, and that affects his understanding of the situation.

Now Anakin is even more stressed out because oh shit he just adopted another spontaneous padawan, only this time he has to keep him a secret. He desperately wants to go to Obi-Wan for help, but he promised Cody not to tell, so he can’t go that route. He also knows he needs to register his new padawan with the order to make it all official, but how to do that without revealing who it is and potentially exposing Cody to danger?

He ends up going to Yoda, and tries to vaguely explain the situation without actually explaining anything. Yoda either knows exactly what’s going on down to who Anakin’s new padawan is, or he has no idea at all, but either way he’s a massive Troll in it for the laughs, so he basically just hands over his datapad with the login info already put in so that Anakin can register Cody as his padawan without telling anyone. Cody is officially now a member of the Jedi Order, and has no idea.

After this, shenanigans ensue as Anakin gets more and more stressed out about hiding not only a secret wife, but now a secret padawan who he still needs to train and keep alive despite the fact that they’re in completely different battalions and not always together. Ironically, this new stress actually helps him to cling more strongly to the light; now that he has a clone as a padawan, he’s more cognizant of his men’s lives, and he learns caution in battle, leaving behind his more reckless plans because now he needs to take care of his padawan’s brothers. He also continues his Soresu lessons with Obi-Wan and the first time the form ends up saving his life and the lives of others in battle, he buys Obi-Wan a big mug with “world’s best master” printed on it. He’s too busy trying to juggle all of his responsibilities to visit with Palpatine, and Palpatine starts to lose his influence over Anakin’s mind.

Eventually the whole charade blows up in typical Skywalker fashion - it comes out that Cody is, in fact, force sensitive (the only reason Cody hasn’t actually caught on at this point is that a) Anakin’s training tends to be less traditional and is heavily influenced by war jargon, so the lack of familiar Jedi teaching methods threw Cody off a bit, and b) he’s already stressed out enough about being the Marshal Commander of like a third of the GAR and trying to keep Obi-Wan’s ass alive, he is going to remain blissfully ignorant of any other world-shattering revelations until this stupid war is over thank-you-very-much), and that he’s actually Anakin’s padawan. The realization that Cody’s force sensitive leads the order to search for other force-sensitive clones in the ranks, finding many. The Jedi healers, curious and unable to pass up the opportunity to search for novel markers of force-sensitivity in humans that are the perfect subjects because they’re literally genetically identical, do a bunch of studies on volunteers, and discover the chips in the clones’ brains. Sidious’ plans are revealed and promptly foiled, with Cody personally taking Sidious’ head when he surprises the Sith with a mid-battle switch from Obi-Wan’s Soresu to Anakin’s Djem So. The Galaxy is saved, and the Separatists quietly surrender when they find out that they’ve been duped.

We get our happy ending where clones, both force sensitive and not, have been welcomed into the Jedi order. Anakin proudly watches as Cody is knighted, his twins and Padme invited to the ceremony and watching happily in the crowd alongside Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. He never falls, and the Jedi Order remains strong. The galaxy is at peace.

THE END

(I know it’s stupid and self-indulgent and probably not very in character but what the heck the idea makes me happy at least lol)

#Star Wars #star wars: the clone wars #Clone Wars #sw: tcw #Star Wars AU #There are probably a million plot holes in this idea #*throws one of Obi-Wan's discarded robes over it*#I mean no there's not #I have no idea where this even fits in the timeline other than Ahsoka has just left the order #Other than that it's a massive shrug emoji #*throws my messy pile of garbage into the sea of Star Wars AUs* swim my pretty swim!

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hjcoolartnerd · 8 months ago

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I know I just not long ago made episode 5 but i was super bored today and it took me like no time doing m6 few interactions. Also so people understand Eric, season 1, super gullible, season 2 gullible, season 3 knows how to play well, season 4 (as mentor) is full well how to identify when being manipulated, season 5 decides to use his knowledge against 5 out of 16 of the cast. Mal’s takes out 6, 1 either losses to Mike o wins, 4 don’t have to do anything with Mal or Eric. So yeah Eric is secondary villain.

Previous Episodes:

Moon Madness

Episode 6: No One Eggspects The Spanish Opposition

Recap:

Chris: “ last time on total drama all stars! The island was based in a rare blue harvest moon turns, normally sweet creatures into pure evil, totally unsafe to be after dark. So I made it a night challenge *laughs* as the raced Heather pretend to be affected by the moon following Eric’s suggestion to try and play nice to bother Alejandro. While Cameron and his broken specks got ditched by Mike or was it Mike? Daniel and sierra confront Eric about his two alliances which prompts Eric to trip his own brother to lose him and sierra. In the end the villains won, again and Cameron volunteer to be the home bound hero because he felt like a liability. But in a final twist Cameron became the newest member of the villainous vultures. But that was then and this is now and we can’t stop it, so we got a top it right here, on Total! Drama! All Stars!”

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villains at the spa hotel:

* Cameron trying to fix his glasses as Courtney passes by*

Courtney: “ don’t bother you won’t be around long enough for it to matter”

Courtney’s confessional: “ with Cameron on our team the newbie target is off my back. Next time we lose four eyes is going home unless he can’t fix his glasses. Then he’ll be two eyes, still he is out”

Eric: “hey don’t mind her she is just pissy as always.”

Gwen: “here maybe a twist tie will help!”

Cameron: “it worked! Thanks!”

Gwen: “the villain team isn’t entirely made up of evil people”

Heather: “you look nerdier than before. I know it sounds imposible but here you are doing in, so”

Alejandro: “Heather, please I think that he pulls off a nerdy look with a generous measure of dignified flare”

Eric: “it’s mostly made up of evil people *cameron Eric and Gwen walk away*”

Eric’s confessional: “I haven’t had a moment to talk to Alejandro about sierra and Daniel knowing about him being able to use his legs. I’m trying my best but since Cameron joined the team him and Heather have been trying to get Cameron to side with them…. Also how dumb do they think Cameron is those ‘compliments’ wouldn’t swoon him”

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Heroes at the Loser cabin:

*sierra was watching the video that Cody sent him and sees everything that has been happening*

Daniel: “hey sierra! Ready to plan how we are going to expose Er- *gets hit by sierra* Ouch!”

Sierra: “I knew it! You are faking it!”

Daniel: “what are you even talking about?”

Sierra: “You were tying to use your ‘good’ personality to try and manipulate me!”

Daniel: “Sierra I changed! I *sierra shows him the video* oh… yeah I was but right now you and I have very valuable information, we need to expose Eric! After he tripped us last challenge he-“

Sierra: “I’ll deal with Eric by my self. But you Daniel, you are going DowN!”

Daniel’s confessional: “*face palms* I should have been more careful with what I said! I forgot about Cody…. Maybe I should had let her be without a phone.”

Sierras confessional: “This is the worst experience ever! Eric is evil and I was being played by Daniel! How dumb could i Be! Ugh I need to focus on getting Daniel out and then deal with Eric! Because right now he might be all goody but I know the more he spend with the villains he will probably become one. And then there is Mike breaking things….and all his evil laughing”

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*everyone at the docks*

Chris: “welcome all! Today’s challenge involves a trip to the fun zone! *laughs*”

Sierra: “yay *laughs*”

Heather: “what’s the catch? Is the funzone just a building that’s on fire?”

Chris: “No”

Duncan: “is it a pit full of intestines?”

Chris: “would that be fun? You’ve had it kind of rough lately so I figured…. Okay the lawyers figured you deserve a treat, but if you’d rather do something else”

Everyone: “No!”

Chris: “fun son it is! Oh here’s our ride”

Scott: “Im back from exile! *chris pushes him back inside*

Chris: “all aboard!”

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Duncan: “the fun zone is on bony island?”

Chris: “yep it works better as a surprise that way”

Eric: “ugh I have a bad feeling about this….”

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*before entering the fun zone*

Eric: “*whispers* Alejandro! We have a problem!”

Alejandro: “What?”

Eric: “*whispers* Sierra and Daniel both found out about your…. Secret and our alliance, we have to make the heroes lose so the can get booted….”

Alejandro: “what how?”

Eric: “I think Sierra saw us talking and she must have told Daniel”

Alejandro: “now that complicate things”

Eric’s confessional: “I need to get them out or else they might tell the others about Alejandro and me! And me and Scott and they could ruing my plans to get Courtney out!I also need Heather to trust me completely!”

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Chris: “welcome to the outside of the fabulous fun zone! Patent pending. All right let’s move it people keep a steady past”

*everyone enters the fun zone and Chris closes the gate&

Chris: “you are now in the the fun zone aka the most dangerous place you’ve ever been! Your challenge is easy put eggs in a basket. Eggs found here in the fun zone belong to all the terrifying mutants from season four! Who will try to smash your bodies and eat you!”

Eric: “i knew I had a bad feeling about this!”

Mike: “what is fun about that?”

Chris: “um… it’s fun to watch?”

Alejandro: “all we have to do is collect the eggs?”

Daniel: “sounds like a really dangerous egg hunt”

Chris: “you’ll be fine they’re just wild mutated beast trying to protect their unborn babies how bad can it get? First team with 6 eggs in their basket wins”

Eric: “so basically this is a more dangerous version of the final five challenge in season 3 where we had to find condor eggs?”

Daniel: “it appears so.”

Duncan: “what if an egg hatches?”

Chris: “as long as you keep whatever hatches in your basket counts, and as a special bonus who ever collects the most eggs for the winning team gets a special reward! So exited? Huh? *Scott snores* SCOTT!”

Duncan: “*laughs* I found that funny because I’m not a nice person that’s why I laughed, cause I’m not nice *he went and helped Scott up*”

Scott: “thanks man!”

Duncan: “aw…”

Chris: “ the red baskets belongs to the villains! The gold one for Duncan and the rest of the do-gooders. I’d wish you all good luck but… it’s bad for ratings, so I hope some of you get really hurt. Begin!”

Daniel: “want to look for eggs together sir-*gets punched in the face* ouch! Or not….”

Eric: “what was that about?”

Daniel: “nothing that concerns you! Oh and you better keep on eye sierra found out you aren’t totally a good guy this time around and she knows your plan, and she is thinking of showing the footage to everyone *Daniel’s runs from there to find eggs*”

Daniel’s confessional: “yeah I gave Eric a heads up why? Because I’m at least proud, I know Bryan would have done the same. Eric is playing the game. He will trick two of the strongest players and with Scott he is going to manipulate Courtney so that’s 3 threats out. Hope he has a plan on how to take out sierra and break up Mike and Zoey.”

Eric’s confessional: “mmh I don’t know if to trust my own brother, on one hand sierra is crazy and could had just punched him for being a jerk. On the other hand an outside source sent her video of most of the confessionals and might know my plans…. Maybe I should try to break her phone but how….”

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Eric: “*passes by a three and sees Scott sleeping* Scott?! *he places a arm on Scott’s shoulder and wakes him up as he throws random punches into the air and hits Eric in the eye” ouch!”

Courtney: “*sees and holds Scott still* Scott stop! It’s me! *scott calms down* come on let’s find some eggs and laugh at Eric’s black eye”

Eric: “*gets up* wow I was trying to not have you get eaten by a mutant monster next time I won’t help Scott! *walks away*”

Scott’s confessional: “did I just punch Eric in the eye? Did he tried waking me up? I’m not exactly someone easy to wake up…. I really hope he is okay”

Eric’s confessional: “ note to self never wake up Scott again…. Now I look like al during the Amazon challenge…. Which is fitting because we are in a forest of some kind”

Courtney’s confessional: “ got to say Scott had a nice right hook! He gave Eric a good black eye”

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Daniel: “Sierra come on! Talk to me! I’m sorry for trying to manipulate You!”

Sierra: “*stops and Daniel stops right after* all this time I thought you changed from your season 4 shananigangs it I see you are still a wolf in sheep’s clothing!”

Daniel: “look I know I get a bit…. Ugly when I’m competing but trust me, I do value your friendship… and with the video Cody sent you maybe we could expose eric?”

Sierra: “oh really expose your own brother? Why would you do that?”

Daniel: “Eric always makes it far and it’s time for him to stop reaching the finals. Trust me I want him out as early as possible too”

Sierra: “really?”

Daniel: “yes… look I might have told him earlier that you have evidence to expose him to everyone so he might be really paranoid and try to hurt you to get the phone…. But he won’t suspect if I have it”

Sierra: “and how do I know you won’t just destroy it?”

Daniel: “okay I’ll give you my word you give ,e back my phone for safe keeping and to prove my loyalty to you by voting myself off in next elimination deal?”

Sierra: “mmmm fine! But if you betray me I’ll end you!”

Daniel’s confessional: “I will totally do what I promised, I was going to betray her but in case that we don’t lose, I want to keep this as an insurance policy as a trustworthy ally”

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Chris: “first egg goes to the vultures!”

Eric: “ yes! *carrying an egg of a mutant gopher*”

*eric runs towards the basket and places it in*

Heather: “so nothing?”

Eric: “what are we talking about?”

Chris: “I didn’t make it a rule that said that they can’t steal the eggs so I guess they can”

Heather: “you stay guard the nest Alejandro”

Alejandro: “you are the boss!”

Eric: “yeah well gotta go!”

Eric’s confessional: “how do I make Heather trust me… maybe I could suggest we vote off Al if we lose?”

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*Daniel and Sierra keep looking for eggs they see Duncan who wont join them in search for eggs"

Chris: "and the score is one all! l

Daniel: "excellent! 5 more and we win!"

sierra: "but if the villains get 5 more they also win"

*sierra and Daniel find an egg and they both take it towards the basket as its about hatch they manage to place it in the nest when it hatches*

Chris: "thats two eggs for the heroes!"

sierra: "look dan! we are parents!"

Daniel: "What!?"

Duncan: "well maybe you two should stay and guard the nest *leaves*"

sierra: " sure! A mother has to take care of her new borns. *turn to Daniel* lets call the, cody and Danny"

Daniel's confessional: "babe she is crazy and i totally don't like her! i only have eyes for you!"

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Chris: “it’s hard boiled down o two eggs all but the challenge is far from over easy, who will win? Your quiche is as good as mine *chef laughs* stay tuned to Total Drama All Star! Yeah I’m going to fire whoever wrote that”

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Courtney: “I don’t know how you guys put up with a whole season of these weird monsters”

Scott: “ hey whatever doesn’t horribly maim and devour you only makes you stronger! Stay close I got your back *hold Courtney’s hand*

Scott’s confessional: “ I think my dumb act is winning Courtney over! This was easy and painless!”

Scott: l *lets go of Courtney’s hand* “sorry Uh, I uh *gets grabbed by the leg by a mutant gopher* Woah!!!!”

*they both scream as Courtney grabs a tree branch to try and protect Scott and huts Scott 3 ties before hitting the goppher*

Scott’s confessional: “not painless…. Is painful!*falls*”

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Chris: “ and the villains are up 5 to two!”

Eric: “yes! Now I need to find one more!”

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*sees heather fighting off a mutant goat*

Eric: “hey Heather be careful! If you fall ill have one less ally to vote off Alejandro!”

Heather: “shoot! Go bug a hero! *she falls and the egg she had breaks revealing the Invincibility statue* hello what have we here?”

Eric’s confessional: “NO! This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!”

*heather is about to hide it*

Eric: “wait! Heather that’s not a smart move!”

Heather: “what do you know?”

Eric: “do you remember who our teammate is? Alejandro is probably spying on you!”

Heather: “if he is then I can’t take it with me either can I?”

Eric: “no but! If you hand it to me I’ll keep it safe!”

Heather: “you think I’m stupid enough to fall for that trick?”

Eric: “you were about to leave it behind free for anyone to find it!”

Heather: “fair point!”

Eric: “besides, my sole goal is to take Alejandro out of the game. Trust me Heather I am on your side!”

Heathers confessional: “Eric has never betrayed me in the past and he is gullible enough to fall for everyone’s plan but I think I can trust him..”

Heather: “okay fine! *she hands Eric the immunity idol*”

Eric: “thanks you heather *leaves*”

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Daniel: “sierra stop pampering those rat! After the challenge you should free them”

Sierra: “Free them?” Free them? Are you nuts how can you say that about your sons!”

*Duncan arrives and leaves a tini tiny egg*

Chris: “and it’s five to three villains!”

Daniel: “come on Sierra you are acting crazy right now, baby condor crazy! These are mutant baby rats, if normal rats are dangerous imagine mutant rats”

Sierra: “Cody, Danny don’t listen to your dad he is being a meany right now!”

Daniel’s confessional: “how did she went from strategic to cookoo crazy in seconds?”

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Chris: “seventeen to five! The heroes win!”

Heroes: *cheer*

*eric smiles and wink at heather and she smirks*

Heathers confessional : “with Eric keeping my idol safe, I’m relaxed to know that Alejandro will be going home tonight! Mark my words!”

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Villains Votes:

Alejandro: Heather

Cameron: Alejandro

Courtney: Alejandro

Eric: Heather

Gwen: Alejandro

Heather: Alejandro

Scott: Alejandro

Eric’s confessional: “Heather is so trusting in me but she doesn’t realize I’m going to double cross her”

*before elimination*

Alejandro: “I know you have Heather’s immunity idol! Were you planning to double cross me?!”

Eric: “relax Alejandro *takes out the idol* I wasn’t going to double cross you, I was playing heather. She still hasn’t had her karma after conspiring with Bryan on season 2. *gives it to alejandro* besides you are my ally and you are a man of your word… I know it because in season3 in Area 51 you owed Duncan and you relayed it by voting Tyler. So now you owe me and you know who I want out”

Alejandro: “yes Courtney”

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Chris: “I tallied the votes and tonight’s flushed is…. Alejandro!”

Heather: “Ha!”

Alejandro: “oh, I do not think I’m leaving”

Heather: “oh yeah? Really? Why is that? *Alejandro gets up, most people gasp except Eric sierra and daniel, Alejandro walks towards heather*”

Alejandro: “I got diplomatic Immunity! *everyone gasps*”

Chris: “just immunity Al”

Heather: “Eric! I can’t believe it!”

Eric: “I don’t know what you are talking about Heather?”

Heather: “You! you!”You! *she gets up and faces eric*

Chris: “I hate to interrupt during such a well thought argument but the only two votes that weren’t for Alejandro were for you! You! you! So you are getting the flush.”

Heather: “you traitor! You backstabbed! I thought I could trust you Eric!”

Eric: “*gets up calm* what is your damage heather? I’m not evil enough to do something like that!”

Sierra: “liar! Daniel give me the phone! Let’s expose Eric!”

Daniel: “yeah here it is *daniel pulls out a broken phone* evidence that Eric is manipulative….. wait how?!”

Mal’s confessional: “I might have…. Broken something when we went to the spa hotel… *laughs whoops!”

Sierra:”How could you Daniel I trusted you!”

Daniel: “Sierra I didn’t do it I swear!”

Sierra: “Daniel, I will never trust you stay away from Cody and Danny!”

Daniel’s confessional: “ugh no ally again! This sucks… on the bright side I don’t have to take responsibility of the rats and I wasn’t”

Eric: “I’m not evil, Heather is manipulative and Sierra is crazy”

Chris: “cutting this short, Mike goes to bony island and Heather is being flushed!”

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Next Episode:

Sucker Punched

#hj coolart #myart #oc #au #total drama #total drama all stars #eric td #scott td #courtney td #gwen td #cameron td #alejandro td #heather td #mike td #daniel td #sierra td #zoey td #duncan td

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bylightofdawn · 1 year ago

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Okay, I've actually made some really good progress tonight and Cody and Slick are....le gasp actually communicating and not being bastards to one another.

Slick is also dropping some MAD truthbombs on Cody which is wrecking his entire life. aka telling him about the biochips and Order 66 etc.

I'm kinda chuffed so I'm posting an extra snippet.

I have also decided that yes, I am going to put a little one-sided Codywan agenda into this fic and also a heavy implication of Waxer/Boil because yeah the more I exist in this fandom, the more I'm 1,000% on board with this pairing. And cloneshipping in general mainly because in an army of millions of men, not everyone is going to view the man by his side as a brother. Sure, there's the concept of brother but it's more bro level of brother and then prolly a small batch of say batchmates or people you trained with you might consider family. But otherwise? Yeah ya'll are nuts if you don't think in the heat of battle and post battle adrenaline when people are hot and bothered that they didn't find some company for some mutual winding down.

Also, accelerated puberty? Yikes, that must have been a spunk-fueled shitshow. I have a brother and had to witness his puberty and the honestly embarrassing amount of morning wood boners he had.. It was super awkward all around. So yeah, shenanigans happened, is all I"m saying. And if that offends people and they feel the need to clutch their pearls, just don't. I'm not going to engage with that bullshit or argue with random people on the internet over something that I just don't think is that serious.

Okay, posting this snippet under the cut.

Unfortunately for Cody, he found himself facing down the barrel of Slick’s blaster for a third time today.

“I would strongly advise you to rethink your actions. I don’t want to have to shoot you again. Surely that would cause some kind of lasting damage.”

“If you shoot me again, I am going to rip your karking throat out.” Cody snarled at him with a wrathful expression.

“I actually understand and sympathize with that sentiment. I cannot imagine you’re feeling too hot, so why don’t you drop the hydrospanner and take a seat so we can have a civilized conversation.”

“As if that is even a possibility.”

“It is if you would pull your head from your ass and stop dwelling on the past. I’m actually forbidding either of us from bringing up the past because this isn’t about the past. This is about the future, your future to not put too fine of a point on it.”

The quarrelous part of Cody wanted to immediately reject that out of hand but there was some wisdom in Slick’s words.

“I gave you plenty of time to cool off and had hoped maybe you struggling to escape the bindings for a few hours would distract you enough that you can stop being a shabuir about this and we can get some meaningful progress accomplished.”

“How could you even know I was trying to escape?” Cody asked skeptically.

“I have cameras all over the place.” Slick used his free hand to tap a monitor which clearly showed a picture of the now empty bed. “I was a little concerned you’d actually hurt yourself when I saw the blood staining the sheets so I came in to check on you and your pretty terrible sleeping act. I even pushed a little extra pain-meds in hopes it would help with the pain.”

“And you expect me to believe this osik? Why not just confront me like a man?”

“Because I tried that, and you lost your karking mind. You are so angry and willing to demonize me that you can’t even listen to what I’m saying. Much less see I genuinely have the best intentions in mind and am trying to help you. Because even if I hate you back, I’m going to free every brother I can find. Even shabuir like you. I also figured that letting you have your escape attempt it might make you more congenial to listening to what I’m saying since you would have some sense of agency and control over your actions. I know what it feels like to be made powerless and how hopeless that makes you feel.”

Cody felt a scowl tug at his brows, but he couldn’t find a good counterargument to Slick’s statements. Not without sounding like a petulant child, so he carefully moved to slide into the co-pilot’s seat. He also attempted to ignore the fission of guilt that ran through him at Slick’s next statement. He didn’t want to empathize with the bastard because he had no one to blame but himself! But the sad truth of the matter was, he ha become all too familiar with the emotions Slick was describing, and it felt truly miserable, so he couldn’t help but empathize, even if it were just a little bit. “Alright, I’m listening.”

Slick moved the blaster to his lap.

“Okay, so we are headed to a rendezvous point where we are going to meet up with Howzer or maybe one of his other compatriots. They will take you from here to the next course on your journey. We like to keep things segregated so that if one of us gets captured, we don’t endanger the entire operation. So good news, you only have to suffer my company for another day or so.”

Cody manfully bit back a snarky comment and just nodded. “I think one of my men may have defected and has gone to Ryloth. He and his…partner befriended a young Twi’lek and she made a huge impression on them. I got the feeling they were planning to return to Ryloth and and try to adopt her or something so if he’s gone anywhere, it would be there.”

A look of consideration flits across Slick’s face. “What’s his name? I can see if we have any record of us helping him?”

“Boil.”

“Doesn’t ring any bells but Howzer might know more. I can’t promise you’re going to be sent there but once they get your chip taken care of and issue you a new chaincode, you might be able to travel there to look for him if you’re very careful. Howzer spent a lot of time on Ryloth so he’d definitely be the man to talk to.”

“Wait. What chip?”

Slick looked at him, visibly taken aback. “Wait…you don’t know about the chip? Order 66?”

Cody felt uneasiness wash through him when Slick even uttered those words. It brought up a wave of unpleasant and blurry memories of that awful day on Utapau. How he and his men just blithely opened fire on Obi-Wan, utterly convinced the man was a traitor.

Which, in retrospect, was pure banthashit. It had taken him months to untangle the cognitive dissonance surrounding his actions that day.

“I know about Order 66 though as time has passed…I’m questioning if that was a just order. Especially after the 501st went through the Temple and massacred everyone in their path, even younglings who couldn’t possibly have been traitors.”

Some of the tension in Slick’s body language melted away as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m really happy to hear you say that, Cody. Those cloner sleemos placed some kind of biochip in every clone’s brain. They claim it was to tame our overly aggressive tendencies but in truth, it was to ensure every clone would comply with Order 66 without question. It was their backup plan to make sure clones didn’t refuse the order outright because of course they wouldn’t immediately assume the Jedi they’d been serving under for years were traitors. Much less innocent younglings.”

Cody felt the world spin around him as horror and bile rose within him in equal measure. He had difficulty even processing what Slick was saying because all he could think about was the fact they had murdered Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the kindest and most good people Cody had met in his meager years.

There was a part of him that had even been a little bit in love with the man, how could he not when exposed to that level of kindness and inherent goodness? The differences in their rank and station had made him lock those feelings down deep and refuse to examine them because, at the end of the day, he was but a lonely clone. And Obi-Wan had been a Jedi who had his own vows and commitments that would have prevented him from being able to pursue anything else.

He was only distantly aware of the damp trail of tears making hot and salty tracks down his cheeks as they fell down his cheeks.

#el writes #fanfic snippets #I'm kinda torn on the fic title.#Right now the front runner is:#spaces for living and spaces for forgetting #or: A fragile world between sharp teeth #I'm leaning more towards the second one since they've been very nasty to one another this whole fic

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clonecest-bin-account · 3 years ago

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may I request some cody/fox, a reunion?

(At first I was thinking about some post order 66 angst, but then I was like, you know what? No, let's write some fluff)

It’s been a while since Cody has been on Coruscant, a very long while. Too long, if you ask him.

Don’t get him wrong, it’s not like he’s having doubts about his duty, or that he truly feels in need of a vacation, but war is a heavy thing, and he’d prefer if he’d be able to get even just one day to relax more often than he does now.

Oh well, he supposes there’s no use in complaining about it now that he’s finally gotten a day of leave, though he’ll make sure to mention it to general Kenobi sooner or later - after all, he could use a few more days to rest as well.

Now, however, there’s something else in his mind: what should he do now, to pass the time? He’s got a nice night of sleep already, so he doesn’t really feel the need to stay in bed anymore.

… He could be bother Fox. He really, really, wants to go bother Fox - he hasn’t seen him since forever, it feels like - but he’s afraid that he might interrupt him while doing important work, and that’s not something he wants to do.

In the end, even if he does, what’s the worst that could happen? If he’s really busy, Cody will leave, and they’ll meet another day, though he really hopes he’ll get to spend some time with him now - he truly missed the motherkriffer.

Yeah, he’s going to the Guard’s headquarters. He’s made his decision, and if he decides to bring with him a bottle of wine that general Kenobi has gifted him, who are we to judge?

On his way to the corries’ headquarters, he’s managed to find a couple of shinies and ask them about Fox’s whereabouts. According to them, he should be in his office, meaning that, likely, he shouldn’t be busy that day, or at least not busy for important stuff, so, after thanking the guards, Cody keeps walking with an eased mind.

He can’t help but to wonder how Fox is doing. Unfortunately, they haven’t been able to keep much in contact, so he doesn’t really know; what he knows is that Fox does have a bit of a tendency to overwork himself, even with Thorn and Stone to keep him in check, which is worrying, but he trusts in Fox’s good judgment - maybe he shouldn’t but oh well, he has faith in him.

In the eventuality that he finds him in deplorable conditions, he’ll force him to take a break. It’s as easy as that.

Has Fox missed him? He can’t help but to wonder.

As for him, he’s missed him and quite a lot too, but sometimes Fox can be so hard to read, so unreadable…

Cody shakes his head. He shouldn’t worry about this kind of stuff, after all, this is how Fox is and how he’s always has been, and he’s never loved him any less for it.

Besides, he’ll find his answer soon enough. He just needs to get to Fox’s office.

He just lightly knocks on the door, and he already he can hear Fox yelling from inside.

“Thorn, I swear to the Force! I told you--”

But the door opens, and it’s not Thorn the one stepping inside, but…

“Cody?!”

“Hey, Foxy,” the other greets him, using the nickname Thorn has given him and that he hates, but all the things that he wanted to say are cut off by an unexpected hug, as Fox gets up and reaches for him with an incredible speed, so much that it takes Cody off guard - and almost makes him drop the wine. “Careful!”

It’s like the spell has broken, as Fox pulls away, clearly flustered.

“Um, yeah…” he mutters, clearing his throat. “Hi Cody. Why are you here, bothering me?”

“I missed you too, Fox,” Cody says, instead of answering, shaking his head. As if acting all annoyed is enough to cancel the fact that he’s basically thrown himself at him then moment he stepped in.

The admission seems to work, at least, because Fox visibly relaxes, looking less embarrassed than before.

“Well,” he begins then, walking to the couch - and not the work desk, which Cody considers already a win. “You’re the one who’s been running across the galaxy, but I’m sure you’re here to tell me everything about it, right?”

He’s looking at Cody expectantly, and what else can he do, then, but to join him?

“Oh yes. You won’t believe the things I’ve seen…”

And so he begins talking and talking and talking, retelling Fox everything that has happened since they’ve last seen each other.

Sometimes he gets interrupted by a question or a comment from Fox, who looks very interested by what Cody’s saying.

“How can I know you’re not shitting me?” he asks at some point, however, though it’s more of a joke than an actual question.

“I’m not shitting you, I swear!” Cody replies, before downing a gulp of wine straight from the bottle - who needs glasses. “Now, can I continue, or not?”

The more Cody continues, the more Fox inches closer, and the more Cody leans towards him in response. Eventually they end up with Fox having thrown his legs over Cody’s lap, head comfortably resting against his shoulder as the other gestures wildly, narrating his last misadventure with general Kenobi.

He doesn’t say anything as he reaches out for one of his hands, softly intertwining their fingers together, and Cody doesn’t either, though a warm sensation spreads inside him at the gesture.

This isn’t how Fox usually acts, which is a testament to how much time has passed since they’ve been able to see each other in non-dire circumstances. This time, thankfully, they can just sit down and relax, enjoying each other’s company, and neither of them wants to miss this perfect occasion; that’s why, at some point, Fox decides to interrupt Cody’s narration with a kiss, and who’s Cody to deny him?

He eagerly kisses back, and that’s all Fox needs to move further, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer, as close as he can, like he can’t get enough of him.

… Eh, it seems that, in the end, Cody really has gotten his answer.

He had no doubt.

#clonecest #cloneshipping #codyfox #commander cody #commander fox #my fics #bits and pieces #anonymous

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cyberfeather · 3 years ago

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If you want to, how about "I hate seeing you like this...please, let me help." from the prompt list with Fox? And maybe also with Wolffe, or whoever you're feeling? Thank you!

Thank you so much for the ask anon! 💗 Here’s Wolffe comforting Fox in an AU where the chip conspiracy was discovered and Palpatine got killed in battle by the Jedi, but he used the inhibitor chip to turn Fox against his batchmates during that final fight. I hope you’ll like it!

Prompts list

"I hate seeing you like this...please, let me help." - Fox & Wolffe

Fox is sitting in a corner of the Chancellor’s office, curled up in a ball. His whole body aches from bruises and probably a few broken bones, but it’s nothing compared to the crushing weight of what he’s done.

The Sith lord is dead, and his brothers of the Coruscant Guard are finally safe, but no thanks to him. Not when his actions could have condemned them all. Tears are gathering at the corners of his eyes, but he doesn’t let them fall, just like he represses his sobs. He doesn’t feel like he has any right to express his misery or burden anyone with it.

When Wolffe crouches next to him, Fox can’t bear to look at him in the eyes, not when all he can see is the still fuming blaster shot on his sibling’s forearm. How can he deserve any compassion, when he’s the one responsible for this?

“You should leave me alone.” He murmurs, barely loud enough to be heard.

“When you’re obviously hurt? I don’t think so. C’mon, let’s take you to a medic.”

Wolffe offers a hand to help him stand up, but Fox refuses it with a shake of his head. His sibling’s kindness just makes the raging self-hatred that burns in his chest even worse. He doesn’t understand how Wolffe has it in his heart to care for him.

“Why are you even bothering with me? I’m not worth it.”

Fox can’t see the way Wolffe frowns upon hearing him, but he definitely feels the hand on his shoulder when his brother sits next to him.

“Don’t say that kind of things, Fox’ika. Of course you’re worth it, you’re my brother! Force, I hate seeing you like this...please, just let me help.”

His touch and words are comforting, and Fox wishes for nothing more than to melt into it, but he can’t. Not with how he’s failed him, how he’s failed their whole batch. Wolffe shouldn’t be concerned with him. In the chaos of battle, Fox has seen Bly get injured, and Rex too, struck by force lightning. Wolffe should be staying by their side, not his.

“How are you not mad at me? If General Kenobi… If he hadn’t stopped me, I… I would have killed Cody.”

As Fox speaks, rapid memories flash before his mind. Of the Jedi coming to confront the Chancellor about inhibitor chips, their lit lightsabers in hand. Of his batchmates accompanying them. Of the terrible words. Order 66. Good soldiers follow orders. Of his whole world revolving around eliminating traitors and nothing else. Of himself putting all his strength and skills into trying to murder his own brothers, and Force, how could they ever forgive him?

Whenever he closes his eyes, the moment when he almost struck down Cody unfolds again and again. He had him in his line of sight, would have pulled the trigger, would have killed him without remorse, if General Kenobi hadn’t force-pushed him into a wall just in time. And to make it worse, it gave Sidious the opening he needed to attack the Jedi, and now Kenobi is missing an arm all because of Fox, and Cody will never look at him the same again…

Fox only realizes he has started sobbing loudly when Wolffe wraps his arms around him and pulls him close. He fondly threads his fingers through Fox’s hair, in the way that always managed to calm him down when they were still cadets. It helps keep the intruding thoughts away. That’s so much more than Fox deserves, but he can’t find it in himself to push his brother away. Instead, he clings to Wolffe like a traumatized shiny who just survived his first battle would.

“Don’t blame yourself, none of it was your fault. You were under the influence of Sidious, may that bastard rot in hell. He’s the one who made you do all this.”

“That’s not an excuse!” Fox blurts out “I should have been strong enough to resist it! I… Kriff, I hurt you… It was my role to protect you, and instead, I hurt you…”

“You were manipulated by a Sith, Fox! No vod would have been strong enough to resist him. If anything, we should be the ones sorry for not noticing something was wrong earlier. So please, just let us fix our mistakes and look after you.”

“But, Bly and Rex, they’re… And Cody… Because of me, his General… He’s… They’ll hate me, Wolffe!”

Fox tries to stay coherent, he really does, but it’s hard when his weakened body is trembling with every sob. His mind and emotions feel like they’re in shambles, too. Wolffe sighs and keeps stroking the back of his head in an affectionate manner.

“Now, that’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard you say. Of course, they won’t. We love you, you idiot. Force, you have no idea how horrifying it was when Sidious activated your chip. How terrified we were of never getting you back, vod’ika.”

There’s a shaking edge to Wolffe’s voice, one that’s usually reserved for when he talks of the troopers he lost to the Malevolent. His words are filled with so much sincerity that it finally hits Fox: his brothers love him still, and they’ll keep on loving him, no matter how much he despises himself. Fox can barely comprehend how or why, but he’s hurt and exhausted, and the warmth of Wolffe’s arms feels right.

“Let me take you to the medbay. Let me show our brothers you’re you again. I’m sure they’re all worried. Rex almost refused to follow the medics because he wanted to stay with you, you know. So please, come with me?”

That’s what finally decides Fox; the need to see for himself if their siblings are doing alright. In the end, he’s still their ori’vod. If his batchmates still want him by their side, then it’s his duty to look after them. He silently nods his agreement and his brother helps him to his feet. His legs are still wobbly and he winces from the pain, but with some help from Wolffe, he manages to stay upright.

His vod keeps an arm wrapped under his shoulder, strong and reassuring, as he guides him away from the Chancellor’s office and all the awful memories he associates it with. Fox leans on him in more ways than one, too drained out not to accept his help, even if he’s still not completely sure he deserves it. Still, Wolffe deems him worthy of love and care, and Fox is in desperate need of both, so where’s the hurt in letting his brother win that battle? Not that Fox really stood a chance to begin with: Wolffe has always been the stubborn one of their batch, after all.

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Wolffe smiles softly when his vod finally accepts his help, although timidly. A twinge of guilt grips at his heart for not intervening before things got this bad, for how oblivious he’s been of the Guard’s silent suffering, but he pushes it aside. Now is not the time for regrets, not when Fox needs him more than ever. He can tell it will take time to repair all the damage caused by Palpatine and rebuild Fox’s confidence, but he’ll be there every step of the way.

#commander fox #commander wolffe #coruscant guard #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #hurt/comfort #asks #mara answers #mara writes #I got a little carried away with that one #but I sure enjoyed writing it!

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thekingwhowouldhavebeen · 3 years ago

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My Anakin Skywalker Headcannons (Part 1)

So I love Star Wars a whole bunch, but more so do I love Anakin Skywalker! While this list will include other characters, it mainly focuses on just Anakin! However, if you want a list of things that focuses on another character feel free to ask! Feel free to ask questions about specific moments, things or episodes that you want me to tackle as well! Would love to make this a series.

I will be splitting this into two separate categories. Hc’s. and Trauma HC’s. The Trauma HC’s part may contain some triggering content so read at your own risk! Hc’s will have stuff on the lighter side, may have some mentions of angst or a bit of ‘sad’ stuff, but otherwise nothing super dark.

This is Part 1 of ???

HC’s:

-Anakin has undiagnosed ADHD (I am a firm believer that the Jedi ALWAYS were like release it into the force not realizing that there's a lot of unchecked mental health issues...especially in my boi Ani). Its why he has a hard time meditating, and he told Ashoka once that the closest he ever feels to meditating like Obi-Wan says is when he's fixing up something. Like upgrading Artoo, fixing his arm or working on some sort of part for a ship. He also has a tendency to get distracted to which the other Jedi have a really hard time not being annoyed by this.

-Anakin fidgets a lot. He has a really hard time staying still, no matter how hard he tries. Obi-Wan has tried to help Anakin through it, but frankly nothing works and its not like it’s dangerous so he gave up. Now he often will give Anakin a mini project to focus on sometimes in meetings when Anakin is having a hard time focusing.

-Anakin LOVES music, and other than tinkering, it really helps him focus. In the battle field, you can catch him lightly singing music or sometimes he’ll have music playing in the background while he is tinkering, writing reports or sparring with Ashoka. Ashoka may never admit it, but she really likes hearing music in the background too.

-Anakin stress bakes, though this only happens for like minor stresses? Anakin usually has a lot worse coping mechanisms, but hey at least he has one good thing. It usually happens when he's staying at the Jedi Temple, and he's stressing about some upcoming meeting or he has to teach the younglings and now Obi Wan and Ashoka are waking up with the smell of freshly baked cookies and walk out to see at LEAST 2 cakes and a slightly manic Anakin. However, he can’t cook to save his life and it drives Obi-Wan up the walls.

-Anakin has a hard time sleeping in general, but he especially has a hard time sleeping alone and it isn't uncommon for Rex, Ashoka or other clones to stumble upon Anakin and Obi-Wan cuddling together. Ashoka swears it never happens, but Rex has a picture he keeps close to his heart with Ashoka, Obi-Wan and Anakin all cuddled in a pile together. There has been a moment where Anakin walked into Obi-Wan having a meeting with Cody and a few others to which Obi-Wan sat down on a bench, Anakin put a pillow on his lap and curled up into a blanket and fell promptly asleep. No one bothers to try and stop Anakin.

-He is both a night owl, and an insomniac. Add that on with the fact that he refuses to sleep sometimes, means he will often sometimes have to be wrestled into sleeping. Anakin however often gets terrible nightmares, whether they are visions of the future or just memories of things gone wrong, he now has learned how not to wake up screaming anymore. He hates disturbing Obi-Wan or Ashoka with his nightmares.

-When Anakin was a child, he used to have horrible Night Terrors that terrified Obi-Wan when he heard his Padawan screaming with sheer terror or pain. Anakin never remembers when he wakes up, but it will forever haunt Obi-Wan’s dreams.

-Anakin LOVES soft things. While he never has to much issues with textures, he has a very high preference for super soft things. His bed is usually made with some of the softest material he can find, and when he was young, Obi-Wan gave him a stuffed animal that he still has to this day but had to get sent back multiple times to repair due to how much he would run his hand across it during moments of panic, fear, or just general unease.

-Anakin is very physically affectionate, but he always makes sure its okay with the other person. Padme, Ashoka, and Obi-Wan are the only people he never feels compelled to ask if its okay since he knows they don’t mind. In fact, out of all 3 of them, Ashoka is the one who returns his affections in full force.

-He likes sitting in between people’s legs, or on the floor beside people. Obi-Wan thinks its a bad habit left over from his days as a slave, which yes it is, however instead of it being a bad thing. Its actually comforting to Anakin. Plus it places him in the perfect spot for pets so...

-When hugging, Anakin will never be the first to pull away.

-Anakin still sometimes has a really hard time reading and writing. He always checks with Obi-Wan to make sure a report he needs to send in looks good, and if he’s having trouble reading something, he’ll ask Obi-Wan or Ashoka to read it to him. Occasionally Rex will also help.

-While he does have a hard time reading books, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy them. He enjoys listening to stories (he loves a good sappy romantic story).

-Anakin is ambidextrous, and on occasion has used it to mess with people. It’s very fun when he does that. Ashoka likes to join in. Obi-Wan swears he isn’t jealous.

-He can sing! In fact, he can sing really well! Obi-Wan found out when Anakin was around 13 and was singing a song of the slaves. It was morbidly depressing, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help the lump that formed in his throat at the bitter reminder of what Anakin once was. Ashoka found out within the first week of being a Padawan. She woke up from nightmares and Anakin was there, gently holding her, singing a soft gentle lullaby about how a mischievous trickster, a Skywalker, will one day free the slaves and how rain will fall. Ashoka still sometimes hums that song, years later. She taught Luke how to sing it, because he deserved one good thing from his father’s legacy.

-Anakin LOVES animals, and would really love to have a pet but the Jedi Order forbids it. Instead he’ll bring out food and water for the stray animals that live on the upper and lower levels of Coruscant and occasionally has volunteered at various animal shelters. He also has a tendency to get emotional at really cute animal video’s and Ashoka, Obi-Wan, Rex and various members of the 501st have caught him crying at some cute Loth Cat video.

-He is 100% both an attention hog and someone who keeps to himself/rather stay hidden. It depends on trust levels. Around Obi-Wan, Ashoka, Rex and few members of the 501st, and finally Padme, he is 100% an attention hog and will get grumpy if he’s not the main focus or at least not having some attention. However, when it comes to the council, Palpatine, or any Jedi or senator or paparazzi, he does not like being the center of attention. It makes him feel watched and makes the hair stand on end. Reminds him once where he was being paraded around during his time as a slave.

-Anakin is 100% poly, and holds a LOT of love in his heart. He loves Obi-Wan as much as he loves Padme and vise versa. The two of them never have to feel jealous because Anakin will always do his best to make sure they never have to fight for his attention. Rather they mostly fight on who gets to take care of Anakin cause its both their favorite thing to do. Usually ends up with Anakin laying his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, and his feet in Padme’s lap because Obi-Wan’s most favorite thing to do is run his fingers through Anakin’s hair.

-He tends to mimic people he cares about a lot. He got most of his sarcasm through Obi-wan, his physical mannerisms through Padme, and various other things. He even catches himself saying things close to how a Clone Trooper would say it. This also causes him to have weird accents that no one can quite understand where it’s from. When he was SUPER young, and used to look up to Yoda, for like a month would he speak backwards like Yoda does. Yoda wonders where he went wrong to destroy Anakin’s trust in him.

-Anakin has taught himself how to purr just for Ashoka to have someone who can purr with her. No one understands how he can do it, and presume it must be a child of the force thing. He can’t do it as WELL as Ashoka can, but is good at mimicking it.

-One time when Anakin was super high on pain killers, he had a whole mental breakdown on the fact that he was NOT a bird and in fact could NOT fly. Obi-Wan recorded it and still has that video to this day. On occasion, will use it as blackmail.

-Yes, Anakin can be dramatic when he’s sick. That is if you find him. He can and will hide from everyone and everything when he’s genuinely sick from a cold or whatever illness. Obi-Wan HATES this but thankfully he generally knows Anakin’s hiding places or can see the signs when he’s starting to get sick before Anakin notices. Ashoka doesn’t know everything yet, but Obi-Wan is teaching her as well as Kix and Rex.

-Anakin may HATE the war, but he cannot complain to much since he’s satisfyingly that inner desire to go out and explore. On missions where they need to stay on a planet for a few extra days, the 501st and Ashoka will find Anakin wandering of and returning with some cool new trinkets, stories or places he found. Ashoka often will join him.

-Anakin has a rock or item in a box for every mission he has been on. You can find the box underneath his bed at the temple, and probably one of his most treasured items. Obi-Wan took it with him when he went to Tattooine.

-Anakin is INCREDIBLY connected to the force in ways that Obi-Wan sometimes just doesn’t understand. Shielding was one of the first things Obi-Wan had to teach him, since he would often find Anakin crying and saying: “How can you not feel it? So many creatures dying?”. Now, Anakin’s shields are some of the strongest in the Jedi, but still, he can feel every single clone trooper who dies. His body mimics their pain, but he’s so used to it now that it doesn’t stop him. But for the first few missions, he had to calm himself down in a cold shower after every mission. He still feels echo’s of Fives’s death.

-If Anakin can steal people’s clothes, he WILL. He especially loves wearing Obi-Wan’s robes around their living spaces and on occasion has stolen Padme’s cloaks.

-Anakin likes to have a lot of items and things. He was never allowed to own anything when he was a child, so being able to buy his own things is something he really enjoys. However, his most precious items are gifts and he keeps them protected in another box along side his mission box.

-Anakin hates the repairmen at the Jedi Temple. He REFUSES to let them repair anything in the apartment, and this extends to Padme’s apartment. Though he knows he can’t do much with her when he’s out on missions. But if she can, she’ll wait until he gets back.

-He doesn’t get social cues, and tends to be very literal most times. More often then not, he only gets hints through Obi-Wan but its purely because of their force bond and not through actual body language. He would make for a terrible senator. However, he understands IMMEDATLY when someone is hitting on him.

-Anakin hates anything that inhibits his mind. So he despises drinking, drugs and anything else that's similar. Its why he doesn’t like pain killers and you know its bad when he’s asking for them. Its due to his life as a slave, and was often drugged or forced to drink, despite only being 9.

Okay I think that’s good for a first post! I should hopefully be posting part 2 soon!

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 2 years ago

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laid you wide open for hell

Ponds and his batch deal with the fallout from Wolffe's injury.

Title taken from the poem We Remember Your Childhood Well by Carol Ann Duffy.

Prompt: Hurry Up and Wait.

(tw panic attacks, mentioned injuries, family conflict, past dehumanization, very vague references to sexual abuse, )

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

It doesn't take too long for Ponds to give up on dignity as he hurries down the halls of the Jedi Temple, constantly making wrong turns and nearly banging into walls. He has to stop and ask passing Jedi for directions, and he knows, he knows none of them would decommission him for such a thing, but the fear still digs at his stomach.

He's only been here once before, when Master Windu had taken them all to see a pack of Jedi cadets who'd wrapped tiny knuckles against their armor and told them how pretty they were in the Force. But Master Windu isn't here to guide him; he's in the Council Chamber, dealing with the fallout from this latest clusterfuck, and it takes Ponds far too long to orient himself and figure out where the healing halls are.

He's been bred to have near-inexhaustible stamina, but he's panting when he finally arrives, throat tight with fear. One of the healers waves him into some kind of antechamber--a waiting room, that's what they call it, right.

There are no waiting rooms on Kamino. On Kamino, you go on to your training, because nobody lets you sit and wait and wonder if your batchmate is going to die. Besides, if they're hurt badly enough that it can't be fixed with a night in the bacta tank, there's probably no use waiting.

But there are clones waiting here now. Rex and Cody sit beside each other--they came in together, of course, their forces are practically interlocked at this point. Bly is projected between them, tense and anxious in glowing blue, biting her nails like she hasn't done since they were kids.

Even Fox is here, although he's standing stiffly against the wall. None of the CGs like the Temple very much, for whatever reason, and the fact that he's here--that Wolffe's here, is another painful reminder of how serious everything is.

"Still under?" Ponds asks, pulling off his helmet.

"Still under," Cody tells his clasped hands. "Wolffe's general is with the rest of his unit right now, I think."

Pond collapses into a chair with a sigh, head in his hands. He's still got dirt on his face from wandering around in the muck of some distant mudball; he hadn't quite found the time to shower before they got back to Coruscant and got hit with this clusterfuck of news.

"Do we know how bad it is?" he asks, staring at the ground. He just knows it's bad, or else the Jedi medics wouldn't need to be involved. They've got skills the clone medics have never seen, not to mention a carefully collected supply of elaborate medical equipment instead of hastily assembled crap clone medics usually have to deal with.

Still, the clone medics are enough; they have to be enough. Until they aren't, and now Wolffe is helpless at the hands of natborns. Ponds pictures him laid out on a white table, still and limp, eyes closed, strapped into place while they-- no, no, don't go there. The Jedi are different, the Jedi are safe.Ponds can't imagine what he'd do if they were anything else.

"They think she fucked up his eye," Rex mumbles. His voice is quiet, half-strained, gaze distant in a way Ponds hasn't seen from him in a while. Not since Rex

She. For a second, Ponds thinks of Asajj Ventress, all vicious swagger and humming red blades, all the bodies she's left in her wake. Had she even bothered to consider Wolffe as she cut him down? Had she enjoyed it, maybe, as she cried out in pain? Was this all some kind of sick game to her? Or did she really think nothing of cutting them down, no more than the generals taking out clankers?

Then the second part of what Rex says hits him, really hits him, and for a second Ponds's lungs don't quite work. His hands tighten on the sides of the chair, fingers white knuckling.

"The eye," he forces out. "They're sure."

"That’s what the clone medic told me." Cody takes a deep, slow breath. "But--the Jedi healers are the best of the best. Good as pulling off miracles as the rest of them."

Bly nods. "If anyone can save it, they can," she says, her voice tinny and distorted over lightyears and a shitty connection. Maybe that's why it sounds like she's trying to convince herself as much as them. Maybe.

"But if they can't fix it?" Fox asks, because of course he does. Like he doesn't know damn well what'll happen.

Ponds takes another slow, rasping breath, then another, willing his lungs not to constrict on him again. It's hard, though, so hard, because there's a closed door and too many terrifying possibilities separating them from their batcher.

If Wolffe loses an eye, it'll take ages before he learns how to fight properly again. Even if the Republic plans on shilling out for a prosthetic, that'll still take time to recover from the installation and learn how to manage, time Wolffe simply doesn't have, not when he could so easily be replaced, and another poor bastard sent to take his place.

Ponds knows full well how lucky they were to get off Kamino with a full batch; hell, more than a full batch if you count Rex and everyone does, even Fox. He knows that it took more than luck, too, that it meant blood and sweat and tears, it meant sacrifice and painful bargains and things they don't talk about until they're all severely drunk.

Sometimes he thinks batches who've lost people are jealous of them. Sometimes he almost feels jealous of

them,

the people who've already experienced that first terrible lost, who haven't spent so much time on a razor's edge waiting for the other boot to drop, and then he hates himself, but he can't stop.

(and he can't breathe).

"They'll fix it," Cody says, firm and determined. "If they don't--well, General Kenobi says that the Order will be able to pay for the prosthetics. Give him time to recover, too."

"And you believed him?" Fox hasn't taken his helmet off yet for whatever reason, but Ponds can still hear him raising an eyebrow.

Cody closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. "I trust my general."

Fox barks a harsh laugh. "Seriously? The Jetiise can barely afford to take care of their own, let alone a few poor saps like us. And even if they could, why would they care?"

"They're not like the Senate, Fox," Bly says, her voice tired with an old argument. "They're not perfect--far from it--but they are better."

"The Senate's a pretty low bar, Butterfly," Fox says, voice sharp. "They probably think they're giving more than enough with the surgery. That's assuming one of them didn't blab to the Kaminoans and the decom over isn't coming through alread--"

"Fox!" Cody chides.

Ponds is shaking, just a little. Okay, maybe more than a little, but he's holding himself so rigid it hurts. Wolffe should be here; Fox doesn't get this snappy if Wolffe's here. Or he does, but it's only at Wolffe, and Wolffe likes to snap back. If Wolffe isn't here, Ponds doesn't know who Fox will become.

Who will Ponds be, without Wolffe? Ponds' earliest memories all have Wolffe somewhere in them, training by his side, laughing with him, battlesigning when it was a struggle to use his words, curled up with Ponds after a bad dream. It's like he can see cracks where Wolffe should be, ready to crack open and form an ugly, sucking hole. Sucking the air from him, the heat.

His batchers are talking now, arguing, their voices getting louder and louder until his heart starts to hurt. Did it always hurt? How badly does Wolffe's head hurt right now? Is he ever going to wake up enough to even feel pain?

Maybe Wolffe's dead. Maybe he's dead and the Jedi just haven't bothered to tell them. Maybe he's alive but they're not going to give him the prosthetic and he will be dead soon enough. Maybe, maybe, maybe, and suddenly all the maybes are strangling his lungs.

Ponds has to get out of here. He just needs a minute, a bit of fresh air. There's got to be fresh air somewhere in this place, right? The Jedi wouldn't live here if there weren't. Fresh air, just a little, and then he'll come back in, and he'll have found the words to make everybody stop yelling.

"Ponds?" someone calls, the voice blurry and distant, but Ponds is already standing up. Trying too, anyway, because then his feet slip and jerk under him and he's crashing to the ground, letting out an umph as wind he doesn't really have gets knocked out of his body.

"Ponds!"

He presses his cheek to the floor, heart hammering as it throbs around a lack of oxygen. No air to breathe, no batcher, no way out. No way to hide from the possibility that maybe the Jedi will let Wolffe die, that Fox was right, that they didn't even care, and then Ponds would have to serve them anyway, die for them and send his brothers to die for them.

It feels like his bones are folding in on themselves, crushing him. Like he's small and curled up in a dark little corner of Kamino again, hiding from everything that wants to hurt him, like hiding ever did any clone any good.

"Breathe." Bodies pressing in around him, arms around him, holding him close. "Breath, Pond'ika." Their voices all sound the same, but it's Cody, he knows it's Cody. Cody is the one they call in for such things, Cody or Wolffe, and Wolffe is...

"Breathe." Three breaths--four, he can hear Bly somewhere in the background--go in and out, in and out. Heartbeats thunder in his ears, steady, relentless. Oxygen humming around him until his lungs seem to open just a little, almost on their own.

They've done this for each other more times than they can count. It's not the first time Ponds has been surrounded by a pile like this, surrounded by bodies breathing for him until he remembers how to do it on his own. He thinks it might be the first time they’ve done it without Wolffe, though.

Still, somehow, they find a way to call him back. They're good like that. They breathe and breathe, until Ponds finds himself breathing along with them, until his body relaxes enough for the air to rush in.

"Breathe, vod." And he does, because they're not Jedi or Senators or world-shaking Force wielders, but they can breathe. They can do that for each other.

Breathe. Just like Wolffe is breathing, still, stubbornly, somewhere beyond these doors. Breathe for him if not for yourself, just breathe.

He's left lying on the floor, still shaking just a little. From the distance he can hear someone talking, Cody smoothing things over with one of the Jedi Healers, maybe. It should be embarrassing that a Jedi saw him like this, but it isn't, because Ponds' batchers are here, and they won't let shame touch him.

"You okay?" someone asks. Rex, yeah, it's Rex, his voice quiet, but sure.

"M fine," Ponds mumbles into somebody's chest.

Fox brushes a gentle hand over Ponds' short hair. "I'm sorry I got bitchy," he murmurs.

"S'okay." He gets it, he does. They all have different ways of coping with the unthinkable.

Boots approach, Cody sinking to his knees at their sides. "He's going to wake up soon," he says. "He's going to pull through. They couldn't save the eye." Ponds squeezes his eyes shut, unable to keep a tear from rolling out. Something wet splashes on the back of his neck and he knows he's not the only one.

"The Jedi will help him," Cody says. "If not...we'll do what we must. Bargain with whoever we have to. We won't let him die."

No, they won't. No matter the awful sacrifices they have to make, they'll keep their Wolffe alive, just as they always have. Ponds know they'll do whatever it takes; knows, too, that won't make it any less frightening. But his batchers are holding him right now, so the idea doesn't give him another panic attack, at least not right now.

Still... "Can we stay here?" he asks. "Can we stay like this, until they call us in?"

"Of course we can," Bly says, her voice nearer than he expected--they must have brought the transmitter closer. Ponds tilts his head towards the sound, savoring it. "We can take as long as we need."

And there, at the heart of a government that doesn't care for them, while a brother teetering on the edge of the unbearable claws his way back towards consciousness, that's exactly what they do. For just a little while, things don't hurt quite as bad as they did before.

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stolen-pen-name23 · 3 years ago

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PROMPTS!!

Hi Katie!!! How about “You need to stop this. I can’t watch you burn yourself out anymore.” For ani and Obi? 💕

JUS MY BELOVED!! Thank you for the prompt! Prompts now closed.

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She was dead, so what else could Obi-Wan do but work?

It was easy enough to do. War efforts were always hurting for diligent workers, and as a High General, it was already somewhat expected of him.

If he was getting reckless, no one said anything. Not to him at least.

Obi-Wan could pretend he did not see Cody’s worried glances. He could ignore the way Mace crossed his arms over his chest when Obi-Wan volunteered for more and more missions — each more dangerous than the last. And as for Anakin, well, he had not spent too much time with him since the whole Rako Hardeen incident. Anakin could not call out what he could not see, so Obi-Wan carried on, uninhibited by any unnecessary nagging.

But every man had his breaking point and Obi-Wan found his in the form of a grenade.

It was his fault, really. He made a sloppy mistake — something he might have done as a Padawan, but not as a Master.

Maybe it was a mistake. He thinks it was a mistake. Or maybe some part of him knew that he was too close to the tank when he pulled the pin and yet he did it anyway.

He didn’t want to think about it too hard.

Not that he could think of anything else save the searing hot feeling of shrapnel embedded in his gut, his legs, his chest. How could he reflect on his foolhardy actions when his blood was staining the dirt beneath him a deep red and the blue sky above was becoming riddled with black spots.

Part of him thought he could hear the sound of one of his men calling for a medic, or maybe it was an illusion. He did not know. All Obi-Wan knew was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and a deep numbness settling in his bones.

The world faded away to black, and Obi-Wan was ready to fade with it.

***

Turns out, the world did not share Obi-Wan’s sentiments.

As he rose to consciousness, sharp reality crashed into him. The smell of saline and antiseptic. The deep ache set throughout his whole body. All of it a very real reminder that he was not dead yet.

When he opened his eyes, he was not surprised to see his former Padawan glowering at him. Obi-Wan closed his eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

“Nuh-uh, nope, that trick is not going to work on me. I invented that trick.”

Obi-Wan sighed and opened his eyes once more. He did not bother asking what trick Anakin was referring to — his Padawan was no fool.

“Good morning, Anakin,” Obi-Wan croaked out. His voice was dry from disuse. Anakin handed him a glass filled with cool water and he took a small sip from it.

“It’s not morning, Master,” Anakin said, bitterness putting a hard edge on his voice. “It’s evening. Three days after you got yourself blown up by your own grenade.”

Three days.

The heart rate monitor picked up its pace.

“Honestly, I can’t even believe you. How come I’m the one they call reckless? At least I succeed in my recklessness. You just have a death wish.”

Anakin’s face had turned red with anger, his brows furrowed forward in a look of contempt or possibly worry. At this point, Obi-Wan is not sure which one his former Padawan is experiencing.

Obi-Wan’s heart only beat faster as Anakin yelled at him.

“Anakin, please,” Obi-Wan said breathlessly. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain and it was only this that seemed to shut Anakin up.

“Master?” Anakin asked quietly, and in that moment, he sounded so much like he used to when he would come knocking on Obi-Wan’s door after a nightmare.

Obi-Wan took a few shallow breaths in an attempt to not aggravate the wounds in his chest.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked a little more desperately.

“It’s all right, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m fine.”

“Master.”

“What, Anakin?” Obi-Wan snapped. He did not want to hear what his former apprentice was about to say to him. He had a feeling he was going to hear it anyway.

“You aren’t fine. Ever since… Ever since Satine—”

“Don’t,” Obi-Wan warned.

“Ever since Satine passed away, you’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

“She didn’t ‘pass away’ she was murdered,” Obi-Wan said bitterly. “She was murdered and I couldn’t stop it. And it was because of me.”

Anakin shook his head. “It wasn’t because of you. Maul is a Sith. Sith murder people, it’s what they do.”

“It doesn’t matter what they do.”

“But it matters what you do,” Anakin said. “And you can’t keep doing this.”

“Pray tell, what is it that I’m doing?”

Anakin’s eyes darkened with rage. “You know exactly what it is you’re doing.”

“Enlighten me,” Obi-Wan dared.

“Where do I start, Master? You’re volunteering for the most dangerous missions and you’re volunteering for more of them. You are putting yourself in harm’s way on purpose. You’re being reckless.”

“And what about it?”

Anakin snorted in disbelief. He stood up and stalked back and forth across the room like an exotic animal locked in a cage. “I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what?” Obi-Wan snapped back. “Please tell me what this has to do with you.”

“Are you… Are you serious? After everything? Master, I— I can’t lose you after I just lost you. After I just got you back. You can’t do that to me. I won’t allow it.”

The pit in Obi-Wan’s stomach deepened.

“I can’t watch you burn yourself out anymore,” Anakin whispered in a voice so soft, Obi-Wan almost didn’t hear it. “I can’t take it.”

Anakin’s shoulders hunched in defeat. He gave one last disappointed look to Obi-Wan before he turned toward the door.

Obi-Wan should just let him go. Anakin would walk away and go back to his own ship and his own problems. Obi-Wan would go back to his missions and his men. It would be easier for both of them if he just let him go.

But as it was, he did not want to.

“Anakin, wait,” Obi-Wan said desperately.

Anakin paused and gripped the doorframe, but his back remained turned to Obi-Wan.

“Anakin, please… please don’t go,” Obi-Wan said. Heat pricked at his eyes. “I can’t… I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Anakin turned around and the hard lines of his jaw softened. Wordlessly, he crossed the room and sat on the side of Obi-Wan’s bed.

“I’ll stay. Of course, I’ll stay.”

Obi-Wan nodded his thanks and tilted his head back onto the pillows. Exhaustion threatened to overtake him.

“You have to promise me something,” Anakin said before Obi-Wan could fall asleep.

“What?”

“Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself? You’ll be more careful? Less reckless?”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Only if you make the same promise.”

Anakin grinned.

“It’s something we can work on together.”

Obi-Wan let Anakin settle in beside him. With Anakin at his side, he knew he’d do everything he could to keep his promise.

#prompts now closed #my writing #jus tag #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi

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