#any time someone mentions cody and/or fox to seventeen he is like what now do I look like I want to hear
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have we seen anything of seventeen in the helicopter parent cody verse? is it the ultimate in judgment or merely how many times did cody get dropped on his head to cause this behaviour?
At the point where we are now, Seventeen has fully washed his hands of everything like "I tried, this is everybody else's problem now" lmao. He watched Cody before Cody got Fox and was like this one is going to be a Problem. Then Cody got Fox and he was like yeah, there's the Problem. 24 get a grip and let go off 1010. Ah whatever.
(Deep down he didn't have the heart to continue and try to separate them. Very, very deep down. He did tell the Kaminoans to let them be, however. He will never admit to that though)
(He tries to tell Cody that it's alright to look after his brother, but he needs to let go, because most likely either of them is going to die. Cody's answer to that is lol no and Seventeen goes well I tried just don't murder anyone too important or anything like that. Whoops.)
#any time someone mentions cody and/or fox to seventeen he is like what now do I look like I want to hear#he has accepted the fact that all his kiddos are weird as hell and he isn't going to deal with any of that anymore#ādon't murder anyone too important-ā āSeventeen I shot the Chancellor!ā āah goddamnit-ā#sw#tcw#alpha 17#Commander Cody#Commander Fox#Helicopter Parent Cody AU
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hi there, hope you and yours are doing alright! up to you if this qualifies as a prompt but: thoughts on the development of Ploffeās (professional or romantic) relationship regarding Ploās telepathy? I really enjoy the way you write their easy compatibility in their later moments, and Iām wondering how Wolffe came to trust Plo with the privacy of his own mind to pull off that mad Pacific Rim drifting
The moment Wolffe reads the line about Kel Dor telepathy, he resolves never to allow his General to touch him. He has little enough he can call his own; his mind is perhaps the most defensible, and he wonāt allow any intrusions into his last safe space. In armor, he has little enough exposed skin. In his greys, heās careful to keep his gloves on, even if it does initially draw some strange looks from his brothers. He uses the shielding training the officer corp had received to resist psychic interrogation, building a towering wall around everything that he is.Ā
Itās not as strictly speaking necessary as heād expected; Plo Koon seems to keep his hands to himself whenever possible, even avoiding handshakes in favor of bowing. He keeps a respectable distance from everyone, soldier, civilian, and Jedi alike, and even on the rare occasion he touches someone, itās always over a few layers of clothing. If he ever learns anything from the rare slip-up when someone touches him first, he never mentions any of it.Ā
And then Malevolence. Sometime between fiddling with the distress signal and hiding from the hunter-killers, Wolffe catches the General watching Boost and Sinker shove each other, bickering over which systems need rigging and what can be dismantled. Thereās a wistfulness to his expression that Wolffe canāt stop himself commenting on. Then his good sense catches up to him, and he ducks his head in embarrassment.Ā
Still, the Generalās matter-of-fact answer comes as a surprise. āThe blessing and curse of my heritage. You neednāt be concerned, Commander, I learned long ago itās often best not to know what others may only suspect. Knowledge changes many things.ā He draws his robes closer around him in subconscious demonstration.Ā
There are campaigns across worlds and charges across battlefields, and despite himself Wolffe grows fond of his General, who is every bit the idiot he had expected, though perhaps in a different arena. They are kindred spirits, in a way; neither of them chose this life but have devoted themselves to it, and to their men, wholeheartedly. He asks advice, takes criticism, learns from his mistakes - though he never does rid himself of the penchant to go tearing off after anything and everything in distress, troopers and nexu alike - and under Wolffeās guidance, Plo becomes a formidable officer in his own right, able to read and anticipate his opponents from the thirty-thousand foot view.Ā
The side effect of such prolonged proximity being, of course, that he can read Wolffe with similar accuracy. He knows what Wolffe is thinking; after all, Wolffe was the one who taught him what to think. This, he thinks, is fine. Itās no different than knowing that Fox will always take the body shot, or that Bly will avoid any plan that involves rappelling. They move in comfortable tandem around each other.
In the meanwhile, his brothers are forming bonds with their own Generals. Codyās already living in Kenobiās pocket, and itās no surprise to anyone who knows him when they develop a Force connection. One day, Cody wakes up and just knows that Kenobiās having a grand old time; he has to get out of bed and go looking to figure out that Skywalkerās kid exploded pink glitter in his face. Cody speaks of it in hushed tones with a sense of relief. Heās been grousing for months that he wishes he could keep better tabs on Kenobi, the lying liar; now he can.Ā
This, Wolffe thinks, could be useful. Not so useful that heād volunteer his own mind for it, but he can see the benefits. And then he makes his mistake: he falls in love. He doesnāt even know what the final straw was, Princess Needles von Stabbity or frying a cluster of droids or finally winning his first game of cuābikad. He just tips over into the knowledge that he wants Plo, that he cannot tolerate being without Plo, that Ploās well-being is materially important to his own. He has this revelation in the moment that Plo preempts him and offers himself up as bait so that Medical will have a chance to get to the injured troopers. For seventeen long hours, he has no idea whether Plo is alive or dead or lingering in between, or if heāll ever see him again. It is worse than anything he has imagined.
At hour eighteen, Plo comes waltzing back to camp as if nothing happened, a little dusty with the edge of his robes lightly charred but otherwise fine. Wolffe has his troopers well trained; the watch comes running to tattle the moment Plo is in sight, and by the time Plo actually arrives, Wolffe is waiting for him, smoke pouring out of his ears.Ā
āWhat,ā he growls, āwere you thinking?ā
āExactly what you were, Commander,ā Plo says. His nonchalant answer sends Wolffeās anger bubbling over. He knows what Wolffe was thinking, does he? He knows how worried Wolffe was, and how the prospect of losing him hurt worse than having his eye carved out? Before he can stop himself, heās gripped Ploās head with his bare hands, shoving all his torment at him so he can understand what heās put Wolffe through.Ā
āYou knew what I was thinking, did you?ā he mutters, when heās regained his senses and let go, mortified.
āI suspected,ā Plo says, offering a hand. Wolffe takes it. A slow trickle of warmth fills him. It feels like affection, and loyalty.Ā
āYouāre a jackass and I hate you,ā he says, drawing Plo in for a hug.
āNo you donāt,ā says Plo, and Wolffe thumps him on the shoulder.
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