#Waxer x Boil

[bilbosmom-belladonna]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Hobbies, Photography, Fluff, Waxer Lives (Star Wars), Umbara Fix-It, as a bonus, Sappy, Waxer Boil Month, Waxer Boil Month 2024, Developing Relationship, Flirting, Planet Coruscant (Star Wars), Planet Umbara (Star Wars), Planet Ryloth | Twi'lek (Star Wars) Summary:

Waxer could never say, later on, what exactly compelled him about the image. Maybe it was the unique, candy-colored sky. Maybe it was the way the harsh lights of the mine, softened by distance and the rising sun, illuminated Boil’s face from below. Maybe it was just the casual, endearing way Boil was biting his thumbnail, his thoughts somewhere else entirely.

Whatever it was, Waxer chose to save that moment for himself. He called up the holo-capture function and collected it all: the lights, the hills, the sky, and Boil. Preserved forever, or at least so long as Waxer’s bucket lasted.

 Five times Waxer took a good picture and one time he didn't.

🕯️♨️📸

My first entry for @waxerboilmonth 2024! This fic is for the Week 1 prompt “hobbies” and also a little bit “Umbara what-if.” I had a lot of fun trying to translate images into words. It turned out really sappy 😆

Just an FYI, if cloneshipping is not your thing, I recommend you filter the tag #cloneshipping as that is how I always tag these types of fics. I’m a chronic multishipper so I know not everything is to everyone’s taste.

[proship-jedi]

The jedi love their clones who are in relationships with each other!

Obi-Wan puts Waxer and Boil on the same shifts whenever he can, so they can take their rest time together!

Anakin covers for Jesse and Kix like Rex does for him and Padmè, and he’s just as awkward about it.

Plo is going to officiate Sinker, Boost, and Comet’s wedding as soon as the war ends

[to-a-merrier-world]

so simple but so clear

Art by the lovely @cacodaemonia (click image for better resolution)

Rated T | Waxer/Boil | 4,959 words

Tags: Canon Compliant; Kid Fic; Fluff; Romantic Fluff; Established Relationship; Plans For The Future; Alien Character(s); Baby Toydarians; Babysitting; Feel-good

Summary: The 212th is on its way back to Coruscant with a ship full of refugees, and General Kenobi has a special assignment for Sergeants Waxer and Boil: babysitting duty.

Or, Waxer and Boil watch over two young Toydarian girls and contemplate their futures.

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Waxer visits Boil to make him promise him something.

*hands you this one (1) fic I wrote for @clonefandomevents' Haunted Clone Week 2023* It ain't much but it's honest work. Written for the day 5 prompt "Mistaking a Ghost for a Living Person".

[kbirbpods]

A collaboration by @kbirbpods (writer) & @flowerparrish (podficcer) for @waxerboilmonth week 3.

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Waxer/Boil

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Waxer Lives (Star Wars), Order 66 Didn’t Happen (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Clone Troopers Speak Mando’a, Planet Naboo (Star Wars), Post-Canon, Survivor Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, (in the most basic terms)

Length: 1,753 words | 11 minutes and 40 seconds

Summary: Waxer had held a secret close to his chest for the entirety of the war, shared only with one other person. A brilliant red line, coursing down his right palm, mirrored perfectly on the palm of his secret-keeper. They simply didn’t know what the line meant, not for the longest time, and after discovering… well, it just hadn’t been something they’d felt the need to share.

text + podfic

[rivulet027]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Numa & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Numa (Star Wars) Additional Tags: POV Clone Trooper Boil, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, Flower Crowns, Domestic Fluff, Curtain Fic, Friends to Lovers Summary:

Boil and Waxer's first kiss.

[cloneshipping7567]

Romantic Confessions Part 5

Part 5/30

5. "It's you. It's always been you."

Pairing: Waxer/Boil

Rating/WC: M/2322

Warnings: Umbara Arc, major injuries, background character deaths, deviation from canon.

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Boil can't breathe. He just can't breathe. He has to shove he kriffing bucket off and let it fall to the force-forsaken ground of this hell planet, because his lungs refuse to cooperate and bring in air like they're supposed to.

He killed his brothers. Boil shot at and killed his own brothers, his blasts are what snubbed out the life of who knows how many 501st troopers.

He feels his knees give out as someone yells "This can't be happening. What have we done?" He vaguely recognizes that he isn't the only clone to crumble under the weight of what they've done.

Boil gasps violently, repeatedly, as his body fights to take in air. Who did Boil kill? Did he know them? Did he take out a friend? Friends?

A hand lands on his shoulder, and he almost fights back on instinct alone. But then he looks up and sees a trooper with blue paint and a red medic symbol on his gear. The bucket comes off, and an interesting lightening pattern shaved into the side of the medic's head distracts Boil long enough to get a breath in. "What's your name, trooper?" The medic asks softly.

"Boil," he manages to get out, choking on the single syllable. "I'm sorry," he gets out before the trooper can say something stupid, like how it wasn't Boil's fault. Wasn't his fault this medic lost members of his team, his brothers and friends.

"I'm Kix," the medic says, his expression grim. "Are you hurt?"

Yes. But, not in a way this medic can fix. Boil takes in another gasping breath, assessing himself quickly. "Not lethally," he finally answers.

Kix nods at him, patting his shoulder again. "Good man," he starts. Boil opens his mouth to argue, but the medic shakes his head once. "Think you can help me look for survivors? My COs are trying to figure out what happened, they usually help."

Boil nods quickly, and accepts the hand to help stand. He's surprised by how efficiently Kix was able to help Boil calm down enough to breathe. A simple task is all it took for the 212th scout to get refocused, how strange.

Boil goes after the clones who aren't moving first. A quick check of fingers to their neck, a hand on their chest to check for breathing. Nothing; he places their hands over their still chests to keep track of who he's already checked.

So many. There are so many. He loses count; doesn’t want to keep track. Can’t conceptualize how many clones were lost to bad intel leading to friendly fire.

"Captain," he hears Kix call, and looks up from the poor brother he was checking to watch. "I found the platoon leader. It's Waxer." Boil's heart stops, and he doesn't remember standing but he's already walking towards Kix. "He's still alive."

Rex nods gravely, and Kix starts to lead the way. Boil follows them, almost in a trance, to where they go.

He sees Waxer, being tended to by a 212th trooper as he lays against some tree-plant thing. His head is hung, and Boil worries for a second if Kix was wrong, if Waxer is dead, and-and-

His knees almost give out again at just the thought.

"Waxer..." Rex says, kneeling in front of the clone and removing his helmet. Boil does fall to his knees; he falls heavily, hand gripping at Waxer's arm tightly. Kix gives him a sad grimace, but everyone else ignores him.

Waxer lets out a groan of pain, and Boil subconsciously tightens his hold.

"Tell me who gave you the orders to attack us," Rex instructs.

Waxer fights for his breath even harder than Boil was earlier, and the thought of a blaster wound or broken ribs under Waxer's armor makes Boil want to scream. "It-" he cuts himself off with a pained gasp, head moving jerkily. "It was General Krell." He puts a hand on Rex's shoulder, the one not in Boil's death grip. "He sent us to these coordinates to stop the enemy..." He takes another gasping breath, and Boil looks frantically over to Kix.

Why isn't he doing anything? Why are they grilling Waxer about what happened; it doesn't matter who ordered this betrayal! Waxer is dying, and they only care about who's orders they were following!

"We thought they were wearing our armor," Waxer gets out, coughing once. Boil makes a desperate noise in the back of his throat, and Kix takes off his medic pack. "But...it was..." he gasps for air, and a tear falls down his cheek. Boil's own breathing starts to speed up, and he looks between Kix and Waxer desperately. "You."

Waxer hangs his head, his breath hitching in pain and horror both.

"Waxer," Boil whispers, face contorted in fear and pain. "Waxer!" He yells.

Rex steps back, a death glare set in stone. Kix takes his place, jamming a needle into Waxer's neck.

Waxer gasps in pain, eyes wide and jaw slack. But he's breathing and he's alert and alive.

"C'mon, Lieutenant, let's get you to the medical tent, yeah?" Kix says. "I can assess you better there."

Boil swallows thickly, finally allowing his shaking hands to release their death grip on Waxer's forearm. He moves his shoulder under Waxer's armpit, and nods at Kix once. Together they haul Waxer to his feet, Boil's hand coming to gently rest on Waxer's chest as the officer half-screams in pain.

"We have you, sir, we have you," Kix says, his right arm winding around Waxer's shoulder blades to help carry-drag him.

Boil uses his left arm to do the same thing, holding up around his waist but lower, under his ribs. "You'll be okay," Boil whispers, taking a small step forward and taking the others with him.

Waxer is practically heaving with the pain and effort of moving, jaw clenched so tightly that Boil is almost worried about his teeth breaking.

"You got this, Lieutenant, you can do it. The tent isn't that far away. One foot in front of the other." Kix keeps mumbling phrases like that as they march towards the tent, allowing Boil to set the pace.

"I'm fine," Waxer finally snaps through gritted teeth, practically seething. He hisses in air through his teeth, cheeks puffing out with each hasty exhale.

"You are," Boil agrees, increasing their pace just that much faster. He just wants Waxer to stop moving, wants him safe in a medical cot being looked over. He can't stand seeing him in so much pain, so close to dying. "So shut up and keep marching."

Kix raises a brow at the insubordination, but doesn't comment.

Waxer groans, leaning more heavily on Boil and Kix. "How much farther?" he barks some time later, and Boil notices that his breathing is growing more ragged and inconsistent.

"Not far," Kix says, his own breathing becoming heavier with exertion. "And when we get there I can give you a pain stim, and check you over. You'll be just fine. Just a bit longer, sir, you can make it."

"You will make it," Boil agrees, forcing himself to relax his grip so he doesn't crush Waxer. "It's just over there, can you see it?" Waxer looks up from where his chin was on his chest, eyes unfocused but dilated with adrenaline. "Just over there. Just a little longer."

Waxer grunts, and his own steps speed up. An end goal always motivates them; the last stretch is always easier.

They burst through the tent flaps, and Waxer practically gives up on helping them. Boil catches him heavily, and Kix leads them to an empty cot. Together, they're able to gently lower Waxer to the cot instead of letting him drop.

Boil kneels on the floor next to the cot, grabbing Waxer's forearm again and watching his face. Kix scurries off towards the back, barking orders to the other medics in the tent as he goes.

Waxer turns his head to look at Boil, panting shallowly. "Boil," he chokes out.

Boil squeezes gently. "You're fine," Boil says, his voice breaking. "Let me get you out of your armor, Kix will need to see."

Waxer nods once, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes to brace for the coming pain. "Make it quick," he breathes.

Boil unclasps the chest plate, pulling away the plastoid carefully. It still makes Waxer grunt in pain, but he ignores it. Boil carefully slides the piece off, leaving the back piece under Waxer. He doesn't see the point in putting Waxer through that just yet.

Boil's breath hitches at the sight; his chest is littered with blaster burns, his blacks scorched. "Where all does it hurt?" Boil manages to ask, voice shaking.

Waxer huffs an annoyed sound. "Everywhere."

Boil swallows thickly, unable to even roll his eyes. "Don't bite your tongue off," is his only warning, before he grabs the upper blacks and rips at it. He tears it in two, trying to jostle Waxer as little as he can.

Waxer still cries out once at a particularly long rip, eyes flying open in pain and shock.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Boil murmurs, pushing aside the tattered pieces. He almost stops breathing when he takes in the damage.

Waxer has one blast that went right through his chest, mere centimeters from his heart. Another blast scraped across his chest over his ribs, leaving burn marks. There are bruises everywhere, and Boil is almost curious where they came from; they aren't blaster shots.

"That bad?" Waxer asks, a pained smile attempting to overtake the grimace. Boil realizes his face is morphed in horror, and he tries to school it back into a neutral expression.

"No," Boil lies. "You'll be fine. It's-it's not even that bad."

Waxer huffs a laugh, and the movement makes the blaster wound jostle so he follows it with a whimper of pain. "You're...you're such a bad liar," Waxer manages to grit out.

Boil opens his mouth to retort, but Kix shows up then. He immediately jabs needle in Waxer's neck again. Waxer hisses, but then his eye glaze over and he lets out a relieved sigh. "Pain stim," Kix tells him, before dropping the rest of the supplies and setting to work.

Boil doesn't know how long he sits there uselessly watching the medic work over Waxer, but eventually Kix pats Waxer's hip gently and smiles at them both. "There. You'll be just fine, sir. Rex has almost an identical wound. Just take it easy, don't try to move too much. I have to get back out there, see who else needs my help. You have him, Boil?"

Boil nods, giving Kix a shaky smile in thanks. He watches Kix leave the tent, before grabbing Waxer’s hand and clenching tightly.

“I’m okay,” Waxer says, eyes half lidded with exhaustion. Whatever is in those pain stims is a god damn miracle

Boil nods, swallowing thickly. He clears his throat, a shaky smile working on his face. “I don’t know why I do it. Trying to keep you alive is the hardest job I’ve ever had.”

Waxer grunts a laugh, his free hand resting over his bandaged chest. “Yeah, but you always will,” he says cockily.

Boil scoffs, clinging to the positive mood change. “Next time someone else can save your ass,” he jokes.

Waxer’s smile disappears, and Boil’s heart skips a beat. “No, it’ll always be you,” he whispers. He squeezes Boil’s hand, and takes a deep breath. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else to save me.”

Boil blinks, shocked. “What?” He whispers back.

“It’s you,” Waxer murmurs, just a bit louder than before. “It’s always been you.”

Boil’s breath hitches, and he scoots closer to the cot. “Waxer,” he says, his right hand lifting up to run his fingers over Waxer’s cheek.

Waxer leans into it, a soft smile finding its way on his lips. “I love you,” he says plainly, eyes flitting from Boil’s face to where his fingers are on his cheekbone.

Boil laughs once, cupping his cheek fully. Waxer turns his head to kiss the palm, before nuzzling it carefully. “You weren’t supposed to go and fall in love,” Boil chides, but he can’t keep the elation out of his voice.

“Neither were you,” Waxer retorts, grin growing and his sleepy eyes trained on Boil’s.

Boil laughs again, bringing Waxer’s hand up to his lips to gently kiss the knuckles. “You don’t know that I am,” he argues.

Waxer rolls his eyes, tiredly squeezing Boil’s hand. “Yeah, because people who aren’t in love act like you did when you thought I was dying.”

Boil winces at the memory, clearing his throat. “Shut up,” he says.

Waxer chuckles deeply, eyes fluttering in his fight to keep them open. “Make me,” he mumbles, probably not thinking about the implications.

Boil does, though. He wastes no time; he leans down, connecting their lips in a chaste kiss.

Waxer gasps for just a moment, before his free hand rises to cup the back of Boil’s neck.

Boil tightens his grip on Waxer’s fingers, his other hand still gently cupping his face. He pulls away just an inch, smirking down at the lieutenant. “That seemed to shut you up,” he whispers.

Waxer huffs an almost silent laugh, pulling Boil back down to kiss him again. He releases Boil after a few seconds, touching their foreheads together instead.

Boil smiles, eyes closed. “I love you too,” he finally whispers after some time, rubbing his thumb along Waxer’s cheekbone.

Waxer hums, his hand slipping from Boil’s neck and down his chest until it falls just below his chest. “Knew it,” Is all he manages to mumble.

Boil rolls his eyes, leaning back and continuing to pet his face. He watches Waxer fall asleep, and a content sigh escapes his lips.

Despite the horror of the day, he feels like everything will be okay as long as Waxer is here and his.

[likethetrench]

[Podfic] Family Recipes

Author: @galateagalvanized Reader: @likethetrench Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars Pairing: Waxer/Boil Rating: Explicit Length: 5409 words | 31:42 Tags: Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Domestic Fluff

Summary:

Waxer runs his sponge over a plate that’s already spotless. “So, you thought any more about what you want to do?”

“Oh, sure.” Out of the corner of his eye, Waxer sees Boil smirk at him. “I think I’ll be a food critic. I’ll eat all your cooking just to tell you it needs more rosemary or some shit—hey!”

Boil throws his hands up as Waxer sends a wave of dirty dishwater his way, and he snaps his dish towel at Waxer’s ass in retaliation. Waxer dances backwards, wet plate held up like a shield and laughing, wheezing, helpless to stop.

Recorded for @latticeframes <3

[deserthusbands]

cody: the general is so..

waxer: handsome?

wooley: cute?

boil: charming?

obi-wan: intelligent?

cody: i don't know, maybe if you all let me finish—

cody: ...

waxer: general! :D

[kara-ct]

Obi-Wan: We're going to go east and Anakin's group is going to go west. Then...

Anakin : ...

Obi-Wan : I can't do that anymore, Anakin! I can't keep ignoring this!

Anakin : But...

Obi-Wan: Anakin, why do you have a fucking blaster ?!

Waxer : *Shocked* Cody! The general said the "f word" in front of the shinies !

Obi-Wan : I don't care! I can't believe Anakin is so uncivilized! Blasters are so uncivilized!

212th Battalion: ...

Cody : It's not...

Anakin: It was Rex's idea! He told Ahsoka and I that having blasters in addition to our lightsabers would give us an advantage on the battlefield and that it would be safer for us. And you know what? Rex is right!

Obi-Wan : Ahsoka too??? I can't believe Rex is such a bad influence on both of you! Anakin, Rex makes you act in such an uncivilized way!

Cody : Don't involve Rex in any of this! Skywalker does very well on his own to deprave himself!

Obi-Wan : You certainly don't mean that, my dear.

Cody : Don't "my dear" me! Skywalker is the one who has a terrible influence on Rex and the 501! Skywalker is a chaos demon!

Obi-Wan : Rex is evil incarnate! That stupid blonde head corrupted my little baby Padawan!

Cody : ... You're sleeping on the floor tonight.

Boil : Guys, our parents are fighting... Again.

Anakin : ... So that means I'm allowed to keep the blaster?

[notitlesapply]

So I thought of a funny Waxer & Boil (with bonus Cody) scenario that I wanted to share, that is slightly based off real events.

So my kid (who is a toddler) likes looking over my shoulder when I scroll through Tumblr and the kid has started to recognize the clones whenever they appear. The baby is very excited when seeing a clone, pointing at the screen and shouting happily. The thing is, the baby calls all of them Cody. All of them. (To be fair, Cody shows up the most on my dash.)

So it made me think about what if Cody were to rescue a civilian toddler, and he was the first clone the kid ever interacted with. However, Cody's pretty busy, so he passes off the baby to Waxer and Boil. Waxer is ecstatic. Boil grumbles that just because they rescued Numa that one time that doesn't make them qualified to be babysitters. (Crys offers to take Boil's place, but Boil practically bites his hand off. Like hell Boil's gonna let someone else take his responsibility.)

Anyway, Waxer is trying to teach the little "tubie" some new words, but the kid just keeps saying "Cody" and bopping Waxer on the nose. At first, Waxer is worried that the kid has gotten attached to Cody but when he tries to pass the baby to Obi-Wan to give to Cody, the baby reaches back to Waxer demandingly shouting "Cody Cody Cody!"

Obi-Wan: I think this little one wants to stay with you, Waxer.

Waxer: *confused* But I'm not Cody.

Boil: *snorting* I don't think the tubie knows any better. Lemme show you. Kid, who am I?

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Boil: *points to Waxer* And who's this?

Toddler: 'Nother Cody! 🥰

Boil: *points to Obi-Wan* And this guy?

Toddler: *confused* Not Cody?

Waxer is a little devastated. He doesn't want this tubie to be like those asshole nat-borns who can't tell clones apart! Boil on the other hand is like, "it's a kid and doesn't know any better. It's fine."

But Waxer is determined. He's going to get this baby to tell them apart. It's his mission.

Waxer: I'm Waxer! And this is Boil! Can you say that? Wax-er. Bo-il.

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Waxer: 😭

As the day goes on Waxer is falling deeper and deeper into despair. Boil is starting to find the whole thing hilarious. The baby sees any clone and is super happy, but still calls them all Cody. Boil starts showing the baby different pictures of different clones trying to see if the kid says anything different. (He also films it.)

Boil: *holds up a picture of Commander Fox* Who's this?

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Boil: *holds up picture of Commander Wolffe* And this?

Toddler: Cody! 🥰

Boil: *ruffles kid's hair* Good job, kiddo!

Waxer: Don't encourage them! 😭

Boil's pretty sure this video is going to get him a ton of stuff in the GAR trading circles. He just needs to find the right person to give it to...

Anyway they eventually take the kid to the mess hall for mid-meal. Of course the place is packed with clones.

Toddler: *awed* Look at all these Codys! 🥰🥰🥰

Waxer: *crying a little* The baby is going to grow up to be an anti-clone asshole!

Toddler: *looking up at Waxer* Don't be sad, Cody.🥺🥺🥺

Boil: *camera rolling* 🤣🤣🤣 Yeah, don't be sad Cody!

Eventually, Boil and the rest of the 212th convince Waxer it isn't that bad.

Trapper: It's not like the kid is calling us anything terrible like flesh-droids or meat-puppets.

Longshot: And at least we're being named after someone cool. Imagine if we were all called Threepwood.

Threepwood: Hey!

Wooley: I think it's kinda cute the kid calls us all Cody. They obviously like the Commander and now likes all of us!

Crys: 🤔 Do you think we can convince other nat-borns that we're Cody? Think about what we could get away with!

Waxer stares at the baby. The baby stares back, and then gives him a giant smile. Waxer melts.

Eventually they have to give the kid up. The 212th (especially Waxer) are sad to see the baby go. Luckily, they were able to find the kid's family. And while the 212th aren't headed in that direction, the 501st are, so the 501st offers to ferry the kid back home. Obi-Wan, Cody, Waxer, and Boil are all there to transfer the kid to Anakin and Rex.

Of course, as soon as their eyes land on Rex, the baby cries out happily "Cody! 🥰"

Cody: *gently* No, no, that's Rex. See? He's blue.

Toddler: *nodding sagely* Rex...he blue.

Waxer: 😱 Wait, that's all it takes?! 🤯

Boil: 🤣

(The whole 501st is now "Rex." Some of them *coughFivescough* abuse this.)

[thegreymarveljedi]

A Teddy Bear Hug

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Okay! Here is my Obi-wan x Reader fic! This is an AU where Anakin does NOT turn to the dark side. He and Padme are raising Luke and Leia together, Ahsoka is a part of the order again, Jedi attachments are allowed, the Kaminoas were arrested, clones have stopped being made but the GAR is still a thing but clones have rights. Waxer and Boil live and over all I am very happy with how this has turned out.

I’ve had this story in my drafts for about a year now I finally had the motivation to finish it so I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ SMUTTTT, implications of sex, p in v sex, fingering, handy, allusions to oral sex, dirty talk, Obi-wan being filthy, teasing, FLUFFFF, Anakin and Padme cameo, lots of soft moments, a dash of angst if you squint, implied pregnancy, just super fluffy

Words: 5.0k

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The room was quiet, filled with a comfortable and calming silence. The curtains of the room were blown gently around by the breeze coming through the open window. The sun cascaded in, illuminating the two bodies that lay peacefully upon the bed in the corner of the room.

The covers were pulled up to their chins as they cuddled one another, keeping each other warm. Soon the women’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the sight of her sleeping husband’s face. She slowly and softly brought her hand up and brushed some of his hazel brown hair away from his face, combing her fingers through it gently.

A smile graced the man’s face as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting a bit at the sun before looking into the eyes of his beloved wife. Both smiled and shared a gentle kiss before snuggling right back into each other.

“Good morning my love,” Obi-Wan said and brought his wife closer to him, his arms wrapping around her middle. (Y/N) smiled and grazed her fingers along his full beard, smiling at the stiffness of it and remembering the events of the night before.

“Good morning my handsome Jedi~” she replied, giving him another kiss before cuddling into his chest and bringing her hands to his heart. Obi-wan smiled and brought her closer, kissing her forehead, then her cheeks, then every inch of her face that he could reach.

She giggled at the actions and he let out a chuckle before rolling their bodies so that (Y/N) lay on top of him. She smiled again and kissed where his heart is before placing her ear against it. The rhythmic beating of his heart matched her own and in that moment they were one with each other, just as they had been the night before.

(Y/N) sat up slowly and moaned softly in pain before gently getting up and standing from where she lay, legs wobbling just a bit. Obi-wan whined and reached to grab her again but she laughed and moved from his hands. (Y/N) smiled at her husband, an adult by appearance, a child at heart, she thought and smiled.

Obi-wan looked at her and gave her his best pout but failed when he saw his wife giggle. Obi-wan smiled and sat up from his laying position and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching his wife dress in her undergarments and silk sleeping gown.

(Y/N) had her back to her husband but she could feel his eyes watching her. She peeked over her shoulder slightly before tossing his underwear at him and smirking, attempting to disappear into the adjacent fresher.

Obi-wan smirked, using the force to stop her from moving into the fresher. (Y/N) gasped as she was held in place, only being able to turn her head to look at her mischievous husband. Said man smirked and pulled her back to him with the force, wrapping his arms around her once she was in reach.

“I do believe that is not fair Master Jedi,” (Y/N) said as Obi-wan smiled into her shoulder.

“Well, I wanted you to come back,” Obi-wan said and kissed her shoulder. (Y/N) shivered, thinking back to last night and the things that took place.

“Obi…” she sighed softly, her husband moving his hands along her body. He moved one of his hands up her body to her neck, gently placing his hand there with no pressure as his other hand moved down to her thigh.

“Relax my love,” He whispered seductively into her ear, kissing along the skin of her exposed upper back, neck and shoulders. Her hands found purchase on his thighs, running her thumbs along them.

He continued his kissing while moving his hand farther up her thigh, moving under her sleeping gown to her panties. She began to pant and squeeze his thighs a little more to stay grounded, the feeling of her husband teasing her getting to her. Obi-Wan moved his finger to brush against her clothed clit, electricity shooting through her at the contact.

“My love…” she sighed softly and Obi-Wan smirked, moving his other hand down to fondle her breasts.

“Yes dear?” He whispered seductively in her ear, finally applying pressure to her clit and rubbing it in circles. Her head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as he pinched one of her nipples and continued playing with her clit. Her legs subconsciously widened, giving Obi-wan more access to her body.

“So responsive darling~” he said and bit down on her neck causing her to moan and buck her hips into his hand. (Y/N) whined as his fingers on her clit slowly came to a stop.

“W-why’d you s-stop?” She stuttered, bucking her hips to try and bring his fingers back. Obi-wan only chuckled and brought his hand back up to her throat, applying the lightest amount of pressure.

“To tease you~” he said mischievously before moving his fingers lower and slipping two in with ease. Her head fell back against his shoulder again as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her.

Y/N gripped his thighs as her toes curled at the feeling of her husbands fingers inside of her. Obi-wan smirked and added a third finger making his wife moan.

He always loved the sounds she made when he pleasured her. They were some of his favourite things to hear. He gasped softly as he felt her hand reach back between their bodies and grab his cock. Obi-wan was rock hard and he moaned as she began moving her hand up and down his cock as best she could.

“Fuuuck~ darling your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock~” Obi-wan groaned and moved his fingers faster causing (Y/N)‘s pace on his cock to stutter.

“Your fingers feel so good~ Obi, O-Obi~” she gasped and moaned, gripping his cock harder and trying to pump it faster.

Before she could blink, (Y/N) was on her stomach, hands pinned above her head and hot breaths fanning the back of her neck. Hot, wet kisses were being trailed down her neck to her shoulder blades. Obi-wan growled as he felt his wife wiggle her ass against his cock.

“Please~ please Obi-wan, please fuck me, I want you so bad~” (Y/N) panted and squirmed, trying to entice her husband to fuck her. Obi-wan just smirked and shook his head, leaning down so that he was practically laying on top of her.

“You want my cock in your pretty pussy? Is that what you want my good girl?” Obi-wan taunted, grinding his cock against her ass. All (Y/N) could do was nod and hope that was enough. Obi-wan seemed to be just as impatient because he pushed her night gown up to her midsection and pulled her panties to the side. He lined up with her pussy and pushed in without a problem.

“Yessss~ oh fuck Obi~” she groaned and bit her lip, pushing back just a little until his cock was buried deep inside her. (Y/N) moaned as Obi-wan began thrusting, his hand coming up to hold her’s above her head.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock~” he said as he thrusted into her. He groaned as he felt his beloved clench around him, only pulling him in further.

“I love it when you fuck me~ ah~ oh fuck, you fuck meee so g-good~” (Y/N)‘s sentences were barely coherent as her husband continued to rail her into the mattress. Her legs began to shake and her toes began to curl until she was just a moaning, whimpering mess.

Obi-wan smirked as he railed into his wife harder, his balls slapping her clit. She cried out as she came, trying to hold Obi-wan inside her as long as she could. He too groaned at the feeling of her pussy clenching around his cock, giving a few more shallow thrusts before he spilled into (Y/N)‘s waiting heat.

“Fuck you milk my cock so well pretty girl~” Obi-wan whispered in her ear, slowly pulling out of her and kissing down her spine. His wife smiled a lazy smile and carefully rolled over onto her back, letting Obi-wan’s hand go.

The two smiled at each other and giggled, taking a few moments to catch their breath. Obi-wan leaned him head down to connect his forehead with that of his beloved, whispering sweet words to her as she came down from the clouds. (Y/N) smiled and closed her eyes, letting her breathing and her heart beat slow to match that of her husband’s.

“Maker I love morning sex~” Obi-wan said smoothly causing (Y/N) to laugh a loud, hearty laugh. Obi-wan laughed with her before laying back down next to his lovely wife, placing an arm over her stomach and pulling her closer.

She obliged and turned to lay on her side, tucking herself back into her husband’s embrace. They stayed like that for another half an hour before the gentle beeping sound of the women’s comm drew them from their dozing. Obi-wan whined as his wife reached over to grab the comm, giggling at her husbands childish behaviour.

“Relax Obi,” she said and began scratching his head lightly, feeling him smile against her neck as she answered the still beeping device.

“(L/N) here,” She said and listened as there was a giggle from the other side.

“Good morning love birds!” came Padme’s voice from the other end, a deep chuckle following it making Obi-wan and (Y/N) smile.

“Good morning you two,” (Y/N) replied with a smile, continuing to run her fingers through Obi-wan’s hair. Obi-wan purred and buried his face deeper into her neck, placing a few kisses here and there.

“Are you guys ready yet? You know we have brunch plans,” Padme said and (Y/N) giggled.

“Yes I remember. We were getting ready but someone here wanted more attention,” She said and Obi-wan lifted his head, pouting at his wife.

“EWW! Okay I did not need that image in my head!” You heard Anakin groan in the background making you and Padme laugh.

“Just because your mind went to the gutter doesn’t mean that’s what we were doing Anakin,” Obi-wan scolded his former padawan making you and Padme laugh even more.

“What else would you be doing?” Anakin asked sarcastically. (Y/N) took a moment to think before she laughed.

“Touche Skyguy,” (Y/N) said and Obiwan and Anakin both groaned in annoyed unison.

“Enough you three,” Padme scolded playfully.

“Padme’s right. We can’t miss our reservations,” (Y/N) said, giving Obi-wan a kiss on the cheek.

“Ugh. Fine but you owe me cuddles later,” Obi-wan said and rolled away from her. (Y/N) just smiled and shook we head as she tossed the covers off herself.

“We’ll be ready in about half an hour you two,” (Y/N) said. Padme replied with a hum of approval and wished them a goodbye before hanging up.

(Y/N) smiled and placed the comm back on her night stand, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile before finally going to get up. When she stood up and stretched she heard the sound of blankets rustling before arms wrapped around her waist again and Obi-wan head buried gently in her back. She laughed a little and turned slowly until Obi-wan’s head now rested comfortably on her stomach.

“It’s time to get ready sweetheart,” (Y/N) said and wrapped one arm around Obi-wan while her other hand made its way up to run her fingers through his hair. Obi-wan purrred, loving the attention from his wife. Said women giggled at her husband’s antics and leaned down so she could kiss his head.

“Do we have to?” Obi-wan pouted again and (Y/N) laughed, running her thumb over her husband’s lip to smooth out his pout.

“Yes my love, we do. We’ve had these plans for over a week. And besides, Anakin is like your brother and I know how much this would mean to him to see you,” She said and Obi-wan sighed, mumbling about how she was right and how he missed him too. She smiled and kissed his forehead again before gently detaching his arms from around her and slowly making her way to the adjacent fresher.

Obi-wan smiled, shook his head and chuckled to himself, grabbing his clean briefs off the floor and putting them on, a pair of his training pants and his training shirt.

Soft singing could be heard coming from the bathroom and Obi-wan smiled as he listened to his wife’s beautiful voice. Even after hearing it every morning and every night for the past 6 years, he never tired from hearing her sweet notes. Obi-wan stood slowly and made his way to the bathroom where he found his beloved fixing her (H/T) hair. She smiled when she saw him in the door way and turned to smile at him just as she finished with her hair.

The couple smiled at each other again before standing side by side and following their morning routine, brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and making themselves presentable.

When they finished their routine, they walked out of their sleeping quarters hand in hand and made there way to the large open lounge room. They moved to sit on the couch together, watching as speeders and small transport ships moved through the sky’s of Coruscant. They smiled at the sight, then again at each other, sharing a long and passionate kiss before there was a small knock on the door.

Obi-wan groaned and (Y/N) giggled as they pulled away before the door slid open to reveal Anakin and Padme.

“(Y/N)!” Padmé said and ran to hug her friend. (Y/N) smiled and stood up, meeting her half way as they embraced each other tightly. “Oh Padme, it’s so good to see you,” (Y/N) replied before releasing her.

The two women then struck up a conversation, discussing how they would be getting to their brunch reservations. That left Anakin and Obi-wan to discuss things themselves.

“Hello master, it’s good to see you again,” Anakin said and shook his mentors hand with a smile. Obi-wan returned his smile and handshake before pulling Anakin into a hug. “It’s good to see you too, my friend.”

It had been a few weeks since the couples had see one another, each having their own matters to attend too.

Since the death of Chancellor Palpatine after the Jedi council discovered he was the Sith Lord, the senate had erupted into chaos. Many other shady dealings came to light; the involvement of the banking clan, the trade federation, and other ‘neutral’ factions who had once dealt with the republic and separatists.

Though that was 3 years ago, and now things were run quite smoothly as the senate was given to the senators and the people of Coruscant. Senator Organa was elected to supreme Chancellor after Padme had turned down the offer in favour of living a life with Anakin. She remained as the senator for Naboo, but now she and Anakin had two beautiful children to look out for.

After the discovery of the sith and the end of the war, Master Yoda had gathered the council to discuss what would be done to improve the order. There were many ideas thrown around but the main idea, was about the need for attachments. It was a very hard discussion, especially since the rules had been written long ago, but finally there were changes made. Jedi were free to live normally, attachments and all, as long as those relations did not interfere with there peace keeping duties.

The clones were given rights, they were given the freedom to remain as soldiers or to retire and live like normal men. They were welcomed and thanked for their services and sacrifices to the republic. The accelerated ageing process had been reversed and now all clones were able to age normally. It was a peaceful time at last.

“How are the twins?” Obi-wan asked as he and Anakin sat down in the sofa. Anakin let out a hearty laugh and pulled up a hologram of the two 3 year-olds.

“Still as troublesome as ever, but they’re happy they get to spend the day with Auntie Ahsoka,” Anakin said, causing Obi-wan to smile.

“She is very good with them,” Obi-wan replied and Anakin nodded.

“She’s a natural. Sometimes I feel like they listen to her better than they listen to me,” Anakin laughed and Obi-wan chuckled, watching Anakin’s shoulders as they heaved with his laughter. His posture was relaxed and calm, the aura that surrounded him was one of carefree feeling and happiness. It felt good to see his former apprentice in such a state, knowing that the war had taken its toll on him. But he was happy and that’s what mattered.

The men continued to talk and catch up as Padme and (Y/N) spoke quietly with one another in the kitchen over a small cup of tea. They continued to glance over at Obi-wan and Anakin periodically, not wanting them to hear of the conversation taking place.

“How are you going to tell him?” Padme asked with quiet excitement, joyful that her friend, basically sister (in law) was expecting.

“I haven’t decided yet, but I want to make it special. It’s something he didn’t think he could ever have, and I want it to be memorable,” (Y/N) said, hiding her smile behind her tea cup.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t sensed anything yet to be very honest with you,” Padme explained and (Y/N) gave a very large nod, hiding it with a giggle as Obi-wan caught her eye. He smiled at her and she returned it before going back to her conversation with Padme.

“I’m surprised too, he’s very perceptive and there is usually nothing that gets past him,” (Y/N) smiled fondly and Padme laughed, knowing how true that was.

“You’re right about that, but I’m always here to help you. If you need anything, please just let me know,” Padme said and took hold of (Y/N)’s hand and gave it a sisterly squeeze. (Y/N) smiled and mouthed a ‘thank you’ before Anakin and Obi-wan came over to them.

“Are we ready to go?” Obi-wan asked, earning a nod from (Y/N) and Padme. Anakin wrapped his arms around Padme’s shoulders and kisses her cheek, the Naboo senator smiling at the display of affection.

“We’re ready my dear,” (Y/N) said and kissed her husband on the cheek, taking his hand and walking to the door with Anakin and Padme not far behind.

~Time Skip~

Brunch had gone smoothly, the conversation flowing and laughter ringing through the diner. There was calm and serenity and not much of any care in the world. Once the couples had finished their breakfast, they had decided to walk around the market and browse the stand that were present. There were different stands from different planets, all with their owe unique merchandise.

Obi-wan and (Y/N) walked hand in hand together, just admiring what other planets had to offer before Obi-wan stopped infront a stall that had maybe things but his eyes were set on a little stuffed bear; soft brown fur, beady black eyes and a small blue hand print on the right paw. Around the neck was a silk blue scarf, the same colour blue as his lightsaber. Obi-wan was mesmerized by the stuffed toy, gently picking it up and running his thumb over the hand print and scarf. (Y/N) caught this from the corner of her eye and turned to watch as Obi-wan smiled sadly at the bear, giving it a short hug before putting it back.

This sparked an idea in (Y/N)’s mind on how to tell him the great news. Obi-wan looked towards (Y/N) and smiled as he caught her eyes, making his way over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“What did you find my dear?” She asked him and Obi-wan shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing love,” he said with a smile and let her go, walking to the next stall to see what else they had. (Y/N) cast another glance at the stuffed bear before she looked to the lady running the stall. An older togruta woman stood behind the stall, and her eyes watched as Obi-wan walked away before they met (Y/N)’s with a kind smile.

“Your husband?” The togruta asked, and (Y/N) nodded with a fond smile. The togruta held out her hand for (Y/N) and she shook it with a firm grip.

“Elira is my name. What’s yours deary?”

“(Y/N). It’s nice to meet you,”

“And you as well. Your husband is quite the looker if I do say so myself,” Elira said and (Y/N) chuckled.

“That he is,” she said with a fond smile and watched as Obi-wan continued to chat with another vendor a few tables down.

“You two make a very lovely couple, reminds me of when I was young and spry,” Elira said, a reminiscing look on her face. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, nodding.

“Thank you Elira, he makes me very happy and I hope to do the same for him soon,” (Y/N) said and Elira’s eyes lit up.

“Is that why he was looking at this?” She whispered, catching on to what (Y/N) was alluding too. (Y/N) shook her head, earning her a confused look from Elira.

“He doesn’t know yet, but I think I know how I’m going to tell him,” (Y/N) said and Elira nodded knowingly. “I’ll have a friend come pick up this little guy up for me. I don’t want him knowing just yet,” (Y/N) continued and Elira looked towards Obi-wan again. He had his back turned at the moment so she quickly took the teddy bear off the table and placed it in a box, hiding it under the table.

“It’s all yours deary,” Elira said in a hushed voice, smiling as (Y/N) mouthed a thank you before she heard her name being called. She turned to see Padme, Anakin and Obi-wan making there over, Padme holding a small bag and Anakin holding 4 more big ones. Obi-wan had his own very small bag, simple, with a flower on it.

“Did you find anything you wanted?” Obi-wan said and (Y/N) shook her head.

“Nothing yet my dear. But we can keep looking; there are many more stands to explore,” she said and waved to Elira as they left. (Y/N) then turned to look at Padme and Anakin, their purchases standing out a little bit. (Y/N) giggled and Padme smiled as Anakin didn’t look even the slightest bit embarrassed.

“What did you guys get?”

“Just some stuff for the kids and for Ahsoka as a thank you, all for very good prices,” Padme said and Anakin nodded.

“Yeah I’m just Padme’s bag holder,” Anakin said and Padme smacked his chest playfully.

“If I recall, three of those bags are yours Skywalker. Full of mechanical parts to ‘build Luke and Leia something’,” Padme said, using air quotes for the last part. Anakin huffed because he knew she was right but his intention were pure. As the two of them continued their playful banter, Obi-wan slipped his hand into (Y/N)’s as they walked along the market.

An hour or so later, (Y/N) slipped away from the group to go ‘use the washroom’. She walked towards a secluded area, where there was a washroom, but did not go in.

Instead, she made a holocall.

“Yes ma’am?” Cody answered as he picked up the call, his new military uniform on display with accents of orange as a tribute to his status as the commander of the 212th.

“Cody, I need a favour from you,” (Y/N) said and Cody’s eyes lit up as (Y/N) filled him in on all the details as well has her plan to tell Obi-wan. Cody was all for it and even asked Waxer and Boil to take time out of their day to help him.

~Time Skip~

It was a few hours after their market trip that (Y/N) and Obi-wan finally returned to their flat, a few bags in hand as well as some sweet treats for later. Obi-wan was the one to unlock the door, using his hand print and watching as the door slid opened.

What greeted the two of them inside was a shock to him, the room lit up with candles, leaving a comfortable glow around their apartment. There was food on the table, covered with steel lids and on the tea table, there was a box addressed to him with a note attached to it. Obi-wan looked at (Y/N) in confusion but (Y/N) just smiled and waltz into their home, placing her bag of goods down and walking over to the couch to take a seat behind the box.

Obi-wan followed suit, placing his items down and sitting next to (Y/N).

“What’s all this darling?” Obi-wan asked and (Y/N) just smiled at him, gesturing to the box in front of them. Obi-wan gave her another quizzical look before he pulled the box closer and opened it, a balloon being let out of it. Upon further inspection of the box, Obi-wan quietly gasped as he spotted the teddy bear from the market with a little note that read ‘Hi dada!’. Obi-wan was shocked, turning to see (Y/N) sporting a huge smile. He quickly put down the bear and instead, picked up the note that had accompanied the box and tore it open. Inside there was a message.

Hi Buir!

You don’t know me yet but soon you will and I know you’ll be the best most amazing dad a kid could ask for. I know I will have the most amazing mom to and the best Uncles and aunts to look out for me. I can’t wait to meet you!

Gar Ad’ika

The message was short and sweet but Obi-wan had tears in his eyes and they flickered between the Teddy bear, the note and his wife.

“Darling,” Obi-wan whispered as his eyes finally settled on (Y/N). She had tears in her eyes as well as she watched the pure joy on Obi-wan’s face.

“We’re going to have a baby?” He asked breathlessly and (Y/N) laughed and nodded, prompting Obi-wan to pull her into a bone crushing hug. He was in shock and ecstatic, continually whispering ‘I’m going to be a father’. (Y/N) hugged him back before he quickly pulled away and looked her in the eyes again.

“We’re having a baby?” He asked again and (Y/N) laughed with a nod.

“Yes my love. We’re having a baby,” she said and pulled out the ultra sound holo from the box, showing Obi-wan the outline of their baby. He gentle took the holos from her hand, running his fingers over them before he stood up and began jumping around the room like an excited kid.

“I’m going to be a father!!” He screamed happily, running back over and pulling (Y/N) off the couch and into his arms. He spun them around before her stopped and placed an affectionately large kiss to her lips. (Y/N) returned the kiss quickly, laughing at how happy her husband was.

“We’re going to have a baby,” he repeated again as the pair stopped spinning. Obi-wan rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s and took a deep breath. His excitement could be felt through the force, swirling around him like a warm hug.

“Yes,” (Y/N) whispered back and placed a kiss to Obi-wan’s lips. He returned it eagerly, pulling his wife closer to him. They pulled away a moment later with big smiles on each of their lips.

“How did you pull this off?” Obi-wan asked and (Y/N) giggled, pulling out her com and calling the person she asked for help.

“Congratulations General!” Cody, Waxer Boil and a few other members of the 212th yelled as the comm was answered. Obi-wan laughed as tears sprang to his eyes again.

“Thank you gentlemen. It means a lot,” he said and Waxer spoke up.

“You’re going to be an amazing father general. And that kid is going to have some amazing people to keep him safe,” he said and the rest of the boy nodded.

“I call teaching him how to fire a blaster!” Boil interjected and there was a chorus of laughs before Cody gave Boil a smack to the back of his head.

“Cool it soldier. You don’t know if this baby will be a boy or girl. And besides, they’ll be force sensitive so a blaster will be unnecessary,” Cody said and Obi-wan and (Y/N) shook their heads at the antics of the men.

“Thank you guys for helping me with this surprise. I think it went pretty well,” (Y/N) said and there was another series of cheers.

“Anytime ma’am,” Cody responded making (Y/N) smile.

“You know you don’t have to address me so formally Cody,” she said and Cody smiled.

“Of course…ma’am,” he said and (Y/N) shook her head. “Now! We will leave you both be to continue this celebration,” he finished and saluted his generals. The rest of the men he was with followed suit before the transmission ended, (Y/N) and Obi-wan being left alone once again. Obi-wan pulled (Y/N) into another hug, savouring this moment together.

“Thank you, my dear. This is the most amazing gift a man could ask for,” he whispered and (Y/N) gave him a squeeze.

“Of course. I love you Obi,”

“I love you too.”

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(Fully Edited Friday October 18th, 2024)

Comment if you’d like to see more Obi-wan content!

[hetalianskywalker]

Mermay 2024 Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my Star Wars Clones (and their Prime) x Reader Mermaid AU!

So over the past few years, the clone troopers, in all shapes and forms, have meant a lot to me. I started writing on tumblr about half a year ago now and I just got into a graduate program. So I’m probably gonna drop off the face of the earth in a few months.

I wanted to take part in one of these month long fandom events before I left so Mermay seemed like a good fit to me. I went around tumblr and found prompts that inspired me and I thought went with each character.

Thank you for reading!

Day 1: The Courtyard - Mer Rex x Harpy Reader

Day 2: The Bakery - Mer Jesse x Reader

Day 3: Black Pearls - Siren Kix x Reader

Day 4: The Lobster- Mer Hardcase x Reader

Day 5: Two Siren Songs - Siren Fives x Siren Reader

Day 6: Sown Together - Selkie Echo x Mer Reader

Day 7: Scavenged - Mer Denal x Reader

Day 8: Choosing to Help- Mer Vaughn x Jedi Reader

Day 9: A Heart Fish- Mer Cody x Reader

Day 10: My Dream- Mer Gregor x Pirate Reader

Day 11: To Swim With A Siren- Siren Waxer x Pirate Reader

Day 12: Hold On- Mer Boil x Reader

Day 13: Hasn’t Changed - Mer Wolffe x Reader

Day 14: Trapped in the Lake - Mer Boost x Reader

Day 15: Stuck - Mer Sinker x Reader

Day 16: The Forgetful Selkie- Selkie Fox x Fae Queen Reader

Day 17: Here - Siren Thorn x Pirate Reader

Day 18: Just the Beginning - Selkie Thire x Reader

Day 19: Excitement - Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Day 20: Stargazing - Mer Hound x Nightsister Reader

Day 21: Get On With It - Siren Hunter x Doctor Reader

Day 22: Fishing for a Merman - Mer Howzer x Twi’lek Reader

Day 23: Understatement - Mer Mayday x Ice Dragon Reader

Day 24: Stories- Mer Slip x Mer Reader

Day 25: Sea Caves - Siren Fireball x Reader

Day 26: Sea Glass - Mer Nemec x Reader

Day 27: Actions- Selkie Samson x Jedi Reader

Day 28: The Sea Alor - Sea Alor Mer Jango x Harpy Reader

Day 29: The Heir - Mer Boba Fett x Kiffar Reader

Day 30: The Wait - Mer Fordo x Goddess Reader

Day 31: The Bet - Mer Alpha 17 x Sea Dragon Reader- NSFW

[viablemess]

I am totally normal about the Star Wars - Criminal Minds AU occupying all of my head right now. Yup. Totally normal. Looking at all the upcoming Cody, Codywan, 212th appreciation etc for the muse.

Anyways. Here's my tentative team breakdown and I'd love folks thoughts. We got the Fett family (the Fett kids probably helped get Jango arrested and may or may not feel guilty about it), we got qui-gon Parenting obi-wan. Annakin and Padme hiding their not so secret romance. Mace and qui-gon butting heads about how to lead. Will deffo pop other characters in there (Aayla, Quinlan, Gregor, Xanatos, Luminara, all my favs). Anyways 🧡🧡🧡

Yoda - Section Chief. Ex-ATF Senior Agent, Fingerprint & Administration expert

Mace Windu - Unit Chief. Counterterrorism expert.

Qui-Gon Jinn - Senior Supervisory Special Agent. Geographical Profile Expert & Handwriting Analyst.

Cody Fett - (Senior on-call) Supervisory Special Agent. Forensic Psychology expert & Hand-to-Hand Instructor at Quantico.

Obi-Wan Kenobi - Supervisory Special Agent. Linguist, Interview & Hostage Negotiation expert.

Anakin Skywalker - Supervisory Special Agent. Ex-ATF Electrical and Fire Engineer & Bomb expert.

Waxer Fett - Supervisory Special Agent. Family Annihilater & Human Trafficking/Sex Crimes expert.

Boil Fett - Supervisory Special Agent. Ex- Violent Crimes Against Children Senior Agent & Child Advocacy expert.

Rex Fett - Tactical Intelligence Analyst & Violent Criminal Apprehension Program (ViCAP) expert.

Padme Amidala - Media Coordinator & Communication Liason

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Romantic Confessions Part 7

Part 7/30

7. "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you."

Pairing: Boil x Waxer (As requested by tealeyedbeing on Ao3)

Rating/WC: G/2050

Warnings: the second invasion of Geonosis, canon typical injuries/violence.

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Boil holds his gun just a bit closer to his chest, keeping his stride alongside Waxer even and perfect.

It’s making his heart race, how close the shots from the Geonosians are getting to them. Waxer somehow sidesteps right out of the path of one of them, the debris from the impact flying around them and getting dust and dirt all over their armor.

“Only one more klick to go!” Waxer yells over the noise, jumping away from another explosion on his heels.

“Why do we always get the fun missions?!” Boil gripes, rolling away from a blast and jumping back onto his feet, resuming his run.

“Oh, this isn’t the fun part!” Waxer yells back, a slightly hysterical laugh ringing through their comm. “The fun part is getting them back to camp!”

Boil groans, for effect, but keeps his stride. They can barely keep out of harm's way while running full speed and able to jump at any moment. How the kriff are they going to drag any survivors along with them?

“Why was our intel on the enemy’s weapons and status so bad?” Boil complains, more just to take his mind off of the fact that he might watch Waxer blow up at any second.

Waxer chuckles, sidestepping another shot and keeping pace. “Seems to be happening a lot, lately.”

Boil grunts, and springs away from another green blast. “There!” He yells, pointing his gun at the ship. Only a couple more seconds.

Waxer speeds up his stride, and Boil knows he just wants to be there already. They duck behind the ship, and they give themselves a couple minutes to catch their breaths and enjoy the fleeting safety. “Alright,” Waxer starts, looking over his shoulder at the ship's doors. “Time for the fun part.”

Boil rests his gun against the ship, and wedges his fingers in between the slits in the door. Waxer does the same. “Ready?”

Waxer nods once. “One, two, three!” On three, they both pull apart as hard as they can, and they manage to get the doors open enough to fit two people at a time.

“Waxer, Boil. Boy am I glad to see you two.” Their general’s voice rings, and he sounds a bit weak. “Me and Trapper are the only survivors.”

Boil pointedly does not think about how many of their dead brothers are scattered around this ship, instead focusing on his general and Trapper. “Can you stand, sir? Trapper?”

“I can stand,” Trapper announces, doing so immediately. He sways a bit, and he’s favoring his left foot, but he’s standing.

Kenobi doesn’t say anything, so Boil leans down and reaches an arm around Kenobi’s waist under the man’s own arm. “Alright sir, let’s get you up.”

“Waxer reporting in, commander. We have the survivors. We’ll need cover to get them back alive.” Waxer is helping Trapper out of the gunship, but Trapper doesn’t seem to need very much help.

“Affirmative. How many survivors?”

“Just two, sir,” Waxer answers.

Boil hauls Kenobi to his feet, not missing the hissed intake of breath in pain. “Sir?” He asks softly, steadying his general.

“Fine,” Kenobi spits out, very unconvincingly.

“And the general?” Boil hears, and his commander sounds just a bit quieter.

Waxer looks over at Kenobi, giving him a once over. “Badly injured, but he’ll make it.”

“I’m fine,” their general protests, but it would be more believable if he was able to support his own weight. Boil tightens his grip to be more secure, and starts helping Kenobi towards the door.

“Acknowledged,” Cody answers, and if boil didn’t know any better, he would think their commander sounds relieved. “We’ll give you cover fire, get back here as soon as you can. Cody out.”

“Let’s go,” Waxer says, grabbing his gun and Boil’s both.

Trapper is limping just a bit, but he fits his arm under Kenobi’s as soon as he and Boil are out of the gunship. “How far is camp?” Trapper asks.

“Five klicks West,” Waxer answers, leading the other three and readying his gun.

Boil notices that a significantly less amount of explosions and fire rain down on them on their way back, and internally thanks Cody for the cover fire.

Kenobi makes a pained noise, and Boil turns his head to look at him. “Sir? Are we going too fast?”

Kenobi grits his teeth. “We don’t have time to take it easy,” he manages to grit out.

Waxer fires off a couple shots. “He’s right, we need to get to safety. The sooner the general is back at camp the sooner the medics can look him over.”

“Bugs!” Trapper suddenly yells, pointing with his free hand.

Waxer starts to shoot at them with one hand, and throws Boil’s gun behind him with the other.

Boil catches it, helping Trapper carefully lower their general before he starts to shoot as well.

“Commander!” He hears Trapper yelling. “We’re only a klick out, heavy fire!”

Boil hears Cody yell something, but he’s more focused on the shots raining down on them. “Left, Waxer,” Boil grunts out, shooting one bug down and letting Waxer get the other.

It’s Boil’s warning to look left that almost gets Waxer killed.

The shot comes out of no where; he doesn’t see where the shooter is. All he knows is a small yellow ball of whatever ammo the bugs use is heading straight for the back of Waxer’s head.

“Waxer!” Boil yells, but it’s already too late. He knows it’s too late before he screams. He’s already charging forward, already raising his arms to shove Waxer out of the way.

And then the entire world goes dark and quiet.

~

“…be just fine, Waxer, relax.”

Whose voice was that? And where is all the blaster fire, the explosions? How long has Boil been out?

Instead of asking any of these questions, he only manages to get out a groan.

A body falls heavily beside him, and a tight grip attempts to strangle his arm. “Boil?” He hears.

“See?” The other clone says, sounding impatient. “He’s fine. He’s not even going to need a bacta tank, unlike the generals.”

“What…gen…Kenobi?” Boil finally gets out, coughing once and groaning in pain. He blinks his eyes open, and feels more than relieved to find Waxer hovering over him.

“General Kenobi is perfectly fine, or will be,” the other clone says, and Boil turns his attention to him. Ah, Stitches. “You got banged up pretty good, trooper. Your ribs and shoulder are going to be bruised for a while, but you didn’t break anything. The armor took the brunt of it.”

Boil nods, and tries to sit up. “What-“

Waxer makes an affronted noise, pushing down on Boil’s good shoulder. “Don’t sit up!”

Boil huffs, looking to Waxer. “He said I’m fine, Waxer. It’s just a few bruises.”

“And you’re going to have a wicked scar,” Stitches adds, and when Boil looks he’s grinning. “A bit of your armor embedded itself into your side, and we had to pull it out and stitch you up. Not the best conditions out here, but we couldn’t leave it in.”

Ah, so that’s why it hurts so bad. “You could have led with that, that’s much more badass.”

Stitches grins wider, shooting Boil a wink. “It’s in a good spot, actually, just try not to reach above you. But you should be able to move pretty easily without risk of ripping your stitches. Keep changing the bacta patches over it once a day and I would even clear you for active duty.”

“But you aren’t,” Waxer interjects, glaring at his medic. “Yet. You’re ordering him on the ship heading for the med station with the generals.”

Stitches rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, yeah. Have to let the Kaminoans shoot you up with antibiotics and whatnot.” He looks over his shoulder and sighs. “Come on Waxer, let’s carry him to the ship.”

“Hey,” Boil argues. “You said I can function as long as I don’t reach above me. I can walk! Save room on the ship for clones who actually need stretchers.”

“Absolutely not,” Waxer says. “You’re staying on this stretcher until we’re at the station. There is no point in straining yourself.”

Boil huffs and rolls his eyes, using his good arm to pat Waxer’s shoulder. “I’m fine, Wax. You heard the doc, I’m good to go. Help me up.”

Stitches smirks at Waxer and starts to help Boil up, supporting the bad side. “Come on trooper, if I help him up alone on this side he’ll be in unnecessary pain.”

Waxer looks ready to murder, but he finally huffs and starts to pull Boil up. “You’re impossible,” he hisses to Boil.

Stitches snickers and the three of them make their way onto the gunship loaded up with injured troopers. He helps them get into the very back, before making his way back to camp. “Get back soon, or we aren’t going to save any Seppies for you!” He yells over his shoulder.

Waxer rolls his eyes and turns his body to Boil, blocking the rest of the gunship from view. "I can't believe you're standing right now. You walked directly in the path of a blast."

Boil grins, quirking a brow in a cocky challenge. "I'm perfectly fine. A little bruised around the ribs, a cool battle scar, but that's all.

Waxer rolls his eyes again, and the doors to the ship close. They start ascending, and Boil braces himself against the walls. "Why did you do it?" Waxer asks after a few moments in silence. He's looking down, eyes fixed on where Boil's chest is bandaged. Waxer probably saw the wound earlier, saw Boil being stitched up.

"To keep you alive," Boil answers easily, grin sharpening into a smirk. "I always try to keep you alive."

Waxer makes a displeased noise, looking over his shoulder at the other troopers before retraining his gaze on Boil's face. "I can't believe you took a bullet for me. An actual bullet. And for what? For me?" Waxer shakes his head, like the mere thought of Boil risking his own safety for Waxer is ludicrous.

Boil frowns, reaching out and cupping the back of Waxer's neck. It forces the other clone just a step closer, and Waxer's eyes widen just a bit. "Of course I would take a bullet for you. There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you."

Waxer's breath hitches, and his eyes go just a fraction wider. "What?" Waxer whispers.

Boil rolls his eyes and a soft smile graces his lips. He steps away from the wall, so he's in Waxer's space even more. He leans in so his lips are right next to Waxer's ear, their cheeks brushing together just slightly. "You could ask me to desert, and I would," he whispers, barely loud enough to hear. He wouldn't want his other brothers or a Jedi to hear the treasonous words, after all.

Boil feels more than hears Waxer's gasp, and the way the other clone's breathing accelerates after. "Boil-you-you can't mean...Boil-"

Boil chuckles breathlessly, and enjoys the way it makes Waxer shiver. "You have no idea how gone I am on you, do you?" he murmurs, louder than his earlier admission. He leans away again, giving Waxer space to breathe.

Waxer's cheeks are flushed just slightly, his eyes are wide and dilated in the low light level of the ship. He opens his mouth to say something, but chokes on it. He swallows thickly, looking between Boil's eyes instead of trying to speak again.

Boil hums, letting his hand slide down Waxer's arm until he can intertwine their fingers together. "Wax?"

Waxer lets out another shaky breath, squeezing Boil's hand. He leans forward and connects their foreheads, eyes fluttering closed. "You're gone on me?" he repeats, a smile growing.

Boil hums, pressing their foreheads together with more pressure. "I love you, you idiot," he says softly.

Waxer laughs softly, his free hand coming up to run his fingers through Boil's hair. "I love you too."

The gunship stutters, and the doors slide open with a soft noise. They're on one of the main cruisers now; one step closer to the medical station. "Let's go," Boil says, squeezing Waxer's hand once before releasing it again.

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Would you rather "falling into winter" addition, this one is by @codysvisor !