#cody's pretty interesting to me

[noco7]

you ruined my life why is cody like this i want him to explode he makes me feel so embarrassed you write him so perfectly oh my god please continue

sdkjsdhkdhj Thank you for this! Giving my readers second-hand embarassment one chapter at a time! Cody's a very fun character to write, so I'm glad he's a fun character to read!

[seilon]

having the sudden realization that the suite life (+ on deck) put me through a bisexual crisis way before i fully considered not being straight and i just. chose to ignore it

[quietwingsinthesky]

okay sorry didnt mean to go on like that i just have many feelings about this. As A Gamer.

[wetbloodworm]

pivoting mid-drawing cathan covered in blood to draw abaddon covered in blood instead. as you do.

[luvjunie]

— when the dam breaks

contains: third person pov (42!miles’), no reader, feelings of anxiety, some harsh language, use of the n-word once, a one-sided fight, angst, mentions of grief, brief comfort at the end

summary: miles was holding himself together just fine, until he wasn’t. wc: 2,748

a/n: this fic is based on one of my headcanons from this post,(the 12th one). handling the grief of losing a parent is one of the hardest, most painful things to navigate, especially when you’re a teen and in school. i can directly relate to miles!42 because of this, which is probably why i’m able to go so in depth with his character. i’m really proud of how this turned out so i hope you guys enjoy reading <3

The back of Ms. Bellam’s history class was Miles’ favorite spot to sit in. The seat by the window, specifically. Where he could gaze out with the fantasy of being anywhere else but stuck listening to the lecture in his fifth block; forced to hear his teacher rave on about some old expedition he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit about.

But today, Miles was not in the back of the class.

He had a bad feeling the moment the bell rung and the projector powered on to display the newest assignment the tall, stocky woman had on the agenda; a partnered project. Which, unfortunately, meant a new seating chart was on the horizon.

Miles must’ve spaced out during the introduction of the assignment, but his teacher’s assertive voice brought him back to the very moment he was dreading.

“Cody, you’re paired with—“ Ms. Bellam pulled a small slip of paper out from a little bucket of randomized names on her desk. “—Lauren.”

She ignored the quiet groan she got after unknowingly pairing two exes together and drew two more names. “Bailey, you’re with Lucas.”

“Sarah, you’re with… Faith. And Miles,” The brunette-haired teacher stuck her hand into the bucket once more to pull out the very last slip of paper, and read it with finality. “You’re with Gabby.”

Miles lifted his head and did a quick scan of the faces around, until he met the eyes of his new partner, Gabby, who gave him a small wave from the front of the class. His jaw clenched at the realization that he’d have to give up his safe corner, since the seats around him were filled, while the one next to her was open.

“Alright everyone, if you’re not already next to your partner, go find them.”

With an inaudible grumble and something along the lines of ‘i hate this fucking class’ and a mix of ‘kill me now’— Miles rose from his chair, snatched his backpack up with a little too much force, and crossed the classroom to plop down defeatedly next to the girl he was paired with.

Chin tucked in his hand and eyes glued to the ticking clock above the white board, he didn’t know how long he sat like that, or how much valuable information he’d missed while he ignored the overly peppy, thirty-year old’s directions to the class. But he did know that the minute hand on that damn analog device wasn’t moving fast enough for his liking. The droning of voices overlapping and the bouncing of ideas filled the once silent air after instructions had been given, but Miles was far from focused on the task at hand.

The incessant tapping of his pencil against the hard plastic of his desk, matched with the clearly agitated bounce of his leg had his partner stealing experimental glances in his direction— her lips having been licked ample times from the stress of debating on whether to make the difficult decision of speaking to the boy who was clearly not interested in conversation— or even being here at all.

She spoke up anyway. “Um… So most of the other groups have pretty much chosen already. That means we’re left with James Cook, Vasco de Gama, Ferdinand Magellan, or—“

“You can pick for us. I don’t really care which one.” Miles interrupted.

“Oh—“ Gabby blinked. His response was curt, but at least she got one. “Okay then, Ferdinand Magellan.” Flipping through the rubric that had been passed out at some point, she referred to the second page with her index finger. “It says our presentation has to be between six to eight slides, which includes the works cited for our research. So we could do one introduction slide, and maybe about,” she paused to think. “Four?— information slides? And then we could add some fun facts and trivia questions at the end so we can get our class participation points in without too much effort. That cool with you?”

Gabby was a nice girl. She never bothered him, never looked at him weird when he’d come into class late sometimes, and had actually ran through the hallway to return the notebook that fell out of his open backpack just last week. He wasn’t aggravated at her, but more so at the fact that everybody could stare at the back of his head now instead of the other way around, like it was before. It made him self conscious about everything, even down to the way he was sitting in his chair. He could feel a few beams on his back right about now, and adjusted his position slightly.

Miles sighed and reminded himself to respond to her politely. “Uh-huh. Sounds good.”

A voice to his left behind him caught his attention, the voice in question belonging to one of the most obnoxious boys he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing— Ethan Thompson. Someone who always had too much to say and nothing productive or appropriate to add— it usually being something creepy or gross about a girl he wanted to ‘get to know’.

Miles would’ve tuned him out, like he always did, but this time it was impossible. Probably because out of all the conversations regarding the explorers meant to be researched, this one had absolutely nothing to do with history, or even school for that matter.

“Bro, did you hear about what happened to…”

Miles strained to hear as best as he could without moving from his seat, though it was a struggle since Gabby was still talking his ear off to the right of him about who would do what when it came to their workload.

“Miles?”

He ignored her as another voice chimed in, and his back stiffened.

“I know dude, my sister told me about it. Said he was killed in action or somethin’ like that… I just know his mom is crushed. I feel really bad.”

Miles knew people talked about this, he wasn’t dumb. But damn, did they have to do it when he was right there?

Then, there was a laugh.

Miles was confused. He didn’t find anything regarding the topic of their conversation even remotely comical.

“Fuck that,” Ethan quieted his voice, though not quiet enough. “That just means Mrs. Morales is single and up for grabs now.”

It took less than a second for Miles’ blood to simmer to a scalding boil. He held a subtle finger up and quieted Gabby, who was currently asking him about what they should research first.

“Can you give me just… one second?” he asked gently.

Gabby’s words died on her tongue and she gave a muddled nod.

Miles threw his elbow over the back of his chair when his torso whipped around, his eyes glazed with enmity and immediately catching Ethan’s.

“The fuck you just say?”

Ethan froze.

Miles’ tone was lethal, rage lifting the volume above the blurred chattering around, venom spitting from his tongue like he intended to kill the boy with words alone. The speed in which the class fell silent would’ve been humorous had there not been such hostility within the air.

“Miles, language!” Ms. Bellam’s eyes snapped up from her computer screen, her face a picture of disbelief at his unusual vitriol. He was always quiet as a mouse in her class, well behaved above all.

Jaws hung slack, the gazes of the students around darted back and forth between the two boys continuously, the tension in the room palpable.

Miles sat up straighter in his seat, jaw clenched and his patience dwindling. To say he was seething would be a dangerous understatement.

“Nah, nah Ms. B,” His head cocked, and his eyes narrowed at Ethan, ruinously. “I wanna know what this nigga just said ‘bout my fuckin’ mom.”

“Oh shit…” Gabby gulped. Today was the most she’d heard Miles speak in class almost the entire semester.

“It was a joke, bro.” Ethan huffed a chuckle, a nervous thing that his friend easily picked up on. Miles was not one to bluff, and Ethan was notorious for taking things too far.

“Don’t bro me, repeat that dumb shit you just said and watch how fast I knock your ass out.” Miles gritted through his teeth, hot air puffing through his nostrils like a bull who’d just seen red.

“Boys, enough!” Ms. Bellman was standing now, hands planted to her desk as she watched with bated breath, just like the rest of the class-now-turned-audience.

Ethan shrugged, and Miles swore he felt his eye twitch.

Strike one.

Then, the boy playfully nudged his friend’s arm with a cocky smirk, as if he thought the threat he’d just received wasn’t one that would be carried out.

Strike two.

“He’s baiting you, Miles…” Gabby whispered dejectedly, in warning, only so Miles could hear. But his tunnel vision had already set in.

“Go ‘head. Repeat yourself.” Miles demanded.

Nails digging into the skin of his palms hard enough to leave crescents in their wake, there was a voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that he could get into serious trouble if he didn’t get his emotions in check, fast. He’d progressed so quickly in his after school M.M.A classes, that now, even getting into a simple fist fight could land him a serious assault charge. A judge would take one look at the history of his intense training, and the option to deem his hands as deadly weapons in the case would immediately be presented, and most likely acted upon.

Knocking the teeth out of a rich white boy would never be the smart decision here, especially not for someone who looked the way he did.

He’d be sent straight to juvie.

“I mean, all I was sayin’ is, technically—“ Ethan threw his hands up in a careless manner. “If I play my cards right, I could be your future step-daddy.”

Strike three.

Ms. Bellam was yelling now. “Ethan, principal’s office, now!”

And that probably would’ve been the better option, had he actually had a choice.

Miles’ movements were swift when he shot out of his seat, and the students in his way followed suit with yelps and gasps as they quickly removed themselves from the area. The desks blocking his pathway to pummeling the shit out of this kid loudly screeched against the school’s tile when they were shoved out of the way, and the one he’d mindlessly flipped over in his stampede proceeded to erupt the room into pure pandemonium.

One punch would’ve been good enough, Miles knew that. But in this moment, thinking rationally was so far out of his reach he would’ve missed it even if he’d jumped for it. He’d swung a closed fist to Ethan’s jaw and knocked him to the floor with ease, then followed him down, sat on his chest and had the boy’s arms pinned under his knees so he couldn’t protect his snobby-ass face. One punch would’ve been good enough, but just two vehement blows later, the satisfying crack of a bone that wasn’t his under Miles’ knuckles had him sending a few more into the reddened face of the boy beneath him, just to really get his point across.

“Jesus Christ— Miles!” Ms. Bellman scrambled from her seat in a panic and rushed to fling the classroom’s door open, her desperate yells directed to anyone who might’ve been strolling the hallways. “We need security in here! You-!” She pointed to a student with a bathroom pass. “Go get security, and tell them to come to room 205, now! Go!”

Everyone was yelling at once, but Miles couldn’t hear anything other than the ringing of rage in his ears. Anger is only grief turned sour— a terribly perilous thing to leave untreated.

Some of his classmates were frozen with shock, or fear, maybe— hands clasped over their gaped mouths while others had their phones out with the camera app open—vampires for some good drama while they hooted and hollered at the most exciting thing they’d seen this entire year.

“That’s enough!”

Strong arms suddenly hooked under Miles’ armpits and prevented his fist from worsening the damage already done. Two male teachers from neighboring classrooms had rushed in and yanked him up and off Ethan, his hips bucking as he kicked his way up onto his feet. Miles’ chest expanded and collapsed with the weight of his heaving breaths, face flushed with the remnants of his lost temper as he directed his attention to Ethan’s friend, who looked like a deer in headlights.

“When your boy wake up, tell him watch his mouth next time!”

Miles didn’t know why he was yelling. It was common knowledge that it’s pretty rare for someone who’s unconscious to understand what you’re saying to them.

He didn’t struggle when the two teachers dragged him away, but when they shoved him out the door and into the hall with more force than he thought necessary, he snatched his arms away from their grasp with a rolled shrug, and huffed a frustrated grunt about how he knew how to walk on his own.

—

The drive home was eerily silent. The radio hadn’t been touched, and neither had Miles by his mother’s gaze the moment they’d left the principal’s office after he received his verdict.

Out of school suspension. One week.

It was the best the administrative staff could do after Rio swallowed her pride and went as low as begging them not to expel her boy.

Slumped in the passenger seat with his hands in his lap, Miles didn’t bother to look at the bruises he knew were forming on his knuckles. It was a familiar feeling, and at the moment he was more concerned with why it felt like his throat had been stuffed with cotton when he tried to talk.

“Mamá, I—“

“Do not. Speak.” Rio’s breath wavered, her hands clutching the wheel so hard she thought she’d crush it. She tried not to let her voice break. “Not one word.”

Silence.

—

It all settled in as they climbed the stairwell, the images of what just happened flashing back in his mind every time he blinked; what he’d done playing over and over again in a continuous loop. The wooden railings creaked under the weight of his mother’s hand, and as she knowingly skipped the one that had weakened over the years, he knew the home that held every single emotion he tried to leave behind when he went to school was now just a few steps up.

Rio’s key twisted in the lock before she opened the door, and Miles followed behind her, shoulders slouched dispiritedly. He resembled something of a stray puppy; desperate for attention, but acceptant and grateful that it, as much of a nuisance as it may be, was being tolerated enough to stay on it’s finder’s heels.

He thought being scolded by his mother was bad, but the lack thereof was even worse. Her brows were clenched, and her conflicted yet somehow blank expression told him that she truly did not have any words for him as she leaned on the kitchen counter, hands clasped firmly around the edge so tightly her knuckles paled. She didn’t even know where to start, and Miles didn’t blame her. He refused to explain why he’d snapped when it was asked of him. When his mother’s widened eyes had pleaded with him to tell the principal what happened in that classroom that set him off in such a way, he didn’t. He had no reason not to, at least one he could think of right now, but his voice just wouldn’t allow it. Both in that office, and now in their kitchen, dimly lit by the warm light above the stove, the weight of his mother’s disappointment clung to the suffocating silence, like a fish to a hook and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mamá, I’m sorry.” He whispered in a quick breath, the lump in his throat painful when he swallowed it.

“Good money, Miles.” Rio shook her head, a hand coming up to rest over the rise and fall of her chest. “Good money! We paid good money to get you into that school, your dad and I. I work hard to keep you there and you just—“

Dad.

And the dam broke. Though its foundation wasn’t very strong to begin with— Miles’ shoulders crumbled under the weight of his actions and his tears flooded past his waterline with choked sobs that left no room for air.

Whatever Rio was going to say had been forgotten. The sight of her son sobbing in a way she hadn’t seen since the night they’d received the news immediately put a stop to her reprimanding. Now, she was truly worried.

“Oh Miles, come come come,” She hastily tugged him into a hug and wrapped him firmly in her arms, her hands repeatedly rubbing up and down the expanse of his back. “¿Qué es Mijo? (what is it, son?) Talk to me. No te lo guardes, ¿recuerda?” (no holding it in, remember?)

Miles could barely catch his breath, and somehow talking about it was just as painful as the ache that resided deep in his chest.

“I—It was Dad, it was about—“ a quick breath in split his sentence in half. “About Dad. He was—talking about what ha—happened and I—“ Miles tried for another, but it caught in his throat, ragged and choppy and had his ribcage stuttering from the lousy attempt to cease his hyperventilating. The fact that he couldn’t get his words out uninterrupted only frustrated him more; only made him cry harder. He scrubbed at his tears with the back of his hand, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop crying. Why couldn’t he stop crying?

“He said—“ Another wilted inhale, and a hiccup. “It was abo—about you, and it was terrible and I— I just, I got so angry, and I tried Mamá, I did. But I couldn’t and—and then I was on him and I’m sorry—“

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Rio used a hand to bring his head into her shoulder, his cries muffled and his tears wetting the sleeve of her blouse as his rambling came to a halt. Miles clutched onto her tightly, arms round her waist as he fell apart in front of the woman who’d tried her best to piece him back together.

“Respira, Mijo, respira… (breathe).” Rio whispered. “Please.” Seeing her son so distraught had brought on tears of her own, but she shut her eyes, and tucked away her own feelings so she could focus on his. “It’s okay. It’s alright.”

“But you’re mad at me, I don’t want you to be mad at me—“

Rio shook her head and tutted at him. “I’m not mad at you, papa. I understand. Okay? I’m not angry. No.” She couldn’t be upset with him for something like this, not when he could barely shelter himself from his own guilt.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Miles was inconsolable as Rio continued rubbing his back, and her voice shook when she spoke, but she kept the uncertainty she held within her heart concealed from her promise to him.

“We’re going to be okay.”

[jedi-hawkins]

Flower Sniping

The Clones all deserve flowers! Or maybe they think you deserve flowers 😉 Either way, love is in bloom this week for the Clone Flowers Fic Event!

Throughout this week, May 20th-25th, certain participants will be posting their own fics of Clones and different flower themes that were selected! The participants as well as the Clones and flowers they will be writing for are listed below and links to each fic will be added as they are posted! 💐 Follow the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see them all as they come!!

Event Masterlist

Written for an event with

@arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor

@photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives

@nahoney22 - Fox, Tech

@totallyunidentified - 99, Cody

@dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

@l-lend - Wolffe

Make sure to go check out their entries too, we'll be posting throughout the week!

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Chosen Flower: Lilies, Forever Lily

Word count: 8.1k (don't look at me like that)

Warnings: Brief mentions of war struggles and death, suggestive fluff, some swearing, reader has hair, frienemies (briefly) to friends (idiots) to lovers, mutual pining, a bit of angst, Crosshair is somewhat bad at expressing emotions

Beta-read by @photogirl894

"So, why are you putting me on babysitting duty, Argus?" You grumble, rolling your fingers over a knot in your shoulder. 

"You're one of my best agents, Lieutenant, and this is important. I need your eyes on it." Your commandant says plainly, glancing over a few things on the holotable in front of you. 

You cock an eyebrow. "Seriously? The war has been going on for a year and a half. What's so important that the Republic is taking an interest in Scarif now?" 

Argus rolls his eyes. "Look. I didn't ask. It's some sort of deal that the Prime Minister struck. In exchange for food and medical supplies, he's letting a single squad come and scout Western Sector 14." 

"You've got to be kidding me." You scoff. "Sector 14? There's nothing out there, I would know, it's where I spent most my childhood." 

"Another reason why you're the perfect person for the job." Argus says with a smirk. "You know as well as I do, Scarif has been struggling. The trade routes rarely reach all the way out here to us. If the Republic wants to send some supplies our way for showing a few tourists around, why not?" 

You fold your arms across your chest. "How can I argue with something as logical as that?" 

Argus lets out a chuckle. "Then get ready to play nice, they'll be here soon." 

"When do I ever not play nice?" You tease back. "How long are they staying?" 

"Six weeks." 

A laugh escapes your lips. "The Republic better be sending the good stuff, then." 

"They're some elite team, Squad 99, I think. I've been told they're one of the best." Argus retorts.

Smiling, you roll your eyes. "That's not what I meant. If they don't have a bottle of Corelian whiskey, this won't be worth it."

Argus just shakes his head at you and exits the command center. "Outside. Ten minutes."

The squad's ship touches down gently and you adjust your rifle on your shoulder slightly, sinking your weight into one hip. As much of a front as you put up for Argus, you really didn't mind this assignment. It was pretty cut and dry; serve as an escort for Squad 99 while they sniff around the western sector for a few weeks. It would give you a break from the frequent relief missions you were usually running. 

Scarif hadn't seen any true action from the war so far, but the effects still reached the outer rim. Argus was right, the steady trade that once flowed from the core worlds had weakened to a trickle and now many of Scarif's provinces were riddled with conflict over the little resources the planet had left. That meant you were more often out running supplies, assisting in makeshift medical camps, or dissolving scuffles than anything else. 

Your interest in this squad increases as you realize their ship is a heavily-modified Omicron-Class attack shuttle. The ramp lowers and four men stride down, coming to a stop in front of Argus. The man in front removes his helmet, revealing a mess of long dark hair pulled back by a bandana. He holds his hand out to Argus. "Commandant, I presume?" 

Argus takes the man's hand. "Yes sir. Welcome to Scarif." Your commander turns and waves his spare hand to you. "This is my First Lieutenant, and the one who will be hosting you on your mission." 

"Sir." The soldier acknowledges you with a curt nod. "I'm Sergeant Hunter, Galactic Army of the Republic." He looks to the man on his right, who removes his helmet to reveal striking silver hair. "This is Crosshair, our sharpshooting specialist and my right hand." 

The Sergeant turns to his left, "This is Tech, engineering and data analytics." The soldier with goggles barely glances up when his sergeant claps a hand to his shoulder. "And Wrecker, weapons and demolitions." Hunter finishes, jerking a thumb behind him to the soldier towering over his comrades. 

"Right. Well, good to meet you all. The command center is right this way" Argus says, turning to lead the group deeper into the yard. 

"So, Lieutenant. How are the military operations going here? The Prime Minister easy to work with?" Sergeant Hunter asks you in a husky voice. 

"Hm," You have to stifle a chuckle. "I wouldn't really call us a military, Sergeant. We operate as a Coalition dedicated to the service of Scarif's people. The Prime Minister has his own division of special forces for ‘keeping order.’ We work with him, not for him." 

The soldier in goggles, Tech, takes a few quick steps forward to get level with your shoulder. "You use military ranks, do you not?" 

Argus steps aside to let you lead the group into the Command Center. "Mainly for ease of identifying our hierarchy of command." 

You gesture for the soldiers to circle the main holotable. "Argus is our main point of coordination and connection to the Prime Minister-"

"And the Lieutenant here is my first pair of boots on the ground." Argus says proudly. "You boys are in good hands."

A fond smile crosses your face at Argus' praise as you flip the holotable on, but you could swear the silver-haired sniper muttered something under his breath. Straightening up, a red pin highlights the command yard. 

"Alright. We're here." You say, pointing before motioning for the map to rotate and zoom. "Western Sector 14, where you all have requested to scout, is here. The base camp will be a few hours’ ride."

"We can't just fly in?" Tech asks pointedly.

"If you want to jump out of the ship and drop in with chutes, sure.” you say, shaking your head. “The jungle is too dense to make a landing with anything bigger than a one-man fighter anywhere near where you want to be." 

Sergeant Hunter glances at his men. "Alright then. Thank you, Commandant." He says pointedly at Argus. "The first wave of supply ships will come in tomorrow." 

"Fantastic, thank you." Argus replies. He moves to lead the group out the door and back out into the yard, but falters when he notices the squad's sharpshooter, Crosshair, sizing you up. "Is there a problem?" Argus asks, tentatively.

The soldier smirks, swishing a toothpick between his lips. "I just don't want to have to pull a civvy out of danger. We were told this planet was hostile." 

Argus' brow furrows. "I already told you, the Lieutenant is my best agent, and you'll respect them as such-" 

"No, Argus, it's fine." You cut him off, keeping eye contact with Crosshair. "If the soldier doesn't trust me, he doesn't trust me and nothing you say will change that." You take a few steps around the table to stand in front of the sniper. "By definition, yes, the planet is hostile, but they're bandits, raiders; people that have been driven to desperation. I can assure you, soldier, I've had my fair share of run-ins with them and I'm just fine." A smirk spreads across Crosshair's face and you narrow your eyes. "What?" 

"You called me 'soldier,'" he responds. 

You tilt your head to the side. "That's not what you are? Soldiers of the Galactic Army of the Republic?" 

His comrade with the goggles, Tech steps forward. "Technically, you are correct, but not many refer to us as such." 

"Well, what do they call you?" You ask, curiously. 

Wrecker, the tallest soldier is the one who answers this time. "Eh... Most people just call us 'clone.'"

You run your eyes back over the squad, each of them so different from the others. "You're- you're clones?" 

"You know we're GAR, but you don't know what we are?" Crosshair remarks.

"I didn't want to assume, the GAR does have a few divisions of enlisted nat-borns." You say simply with a shrug. "It’s not like you’re carbon copies of each other. Besides, it doesn’t matter how you came into this galaxy, you’re men, soldiers first before anything else." 

With that, you step past the sniper and back out into the yard. 

"We're packed and ready to go, Sergeant,'' you say to Hunter, gesturing to the group of gorsets standing tied nearby. 

Tech adjusts his goggles. "We're using equine species?" 

You shrug again, moving over to yours and stroking its face. "Only the rich can afford speeders out here. Plus, who can say no to a friend. Get your stuff loaded on the spare cart and we can head out."

Hunter leads his brothers back over to their ship and before you know it, they have their supplies all packed up. 

Argus grasps your forearm just before you mount up. “Be careful, okay?” 

You give him a reassuring smile, “You worry too much, Argus. My job here is easy. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” 

With that you slip your foot into your saddle’s stirrup and throw your leg over your gorset’s back. With a click of your tongue, it moves to the front, Hunter’s following closely behind. 

The first part of the ride goes pretty smoothly. You make small talk with the soldiers, or three of them, at least. Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker regale you with stories of their life and training as soldiers of the Republic and in return, you tell them your story as a nat-born. 

About an hour in, you come to a stop at a stream and let your mounts rest. You watch intently as the four brothers, take in their surroundings. You’ve always liked Scarif. You’d certainly seen a few other planets in your line of work, but Scarif and its dense forests always meant home. Crosshair settles on a fallen log while Hunter checks over their gear on the carts and Wrecker begins making friends with the gorsets. Tech, however, is wandering around with his face buried in his datapad. 

“Find anything interesting?” You say, approaching him. 

He looks up at you, his wide inquisitive brown eyes filled with excitement. “All the flora on this planet is fascinating. So many native species are unique to this biome. Of course, I researched them before our arrival, but to get to document them personally is a wonderful opportunity.” 

You smile at his curiosity. The clones’ homeworld, Kamino, probably left much to be desired. “Those ones are my favorite,” you say, motioning your chin towards some striking burgundy-orange blooms nestled in the undergrowth. 

“Ah yes,” Tech remarks. “Liliaceae Lilium Asiata. A fairly ordinary species though, not that remarkable.” 

You smile. “Their common name here is the ‘forever lily’ and while they’re not a rare species, they are special.”

“What makes them so special?” Wrecker asks loudly. 

“Here on Scarif, they’re often given as a sign of admiration or partnership. They bloom in early summer and also represent new beginnings. My father actually gifted my mother one when he asked her to dinner for the first time.” 

“That’s…actually quite romantic,” Tech replies. 

“And obviously it went well,” Hunter adds. 

A laugh escapes your lips. “Oh no, the date apparently went horribly wrong. My father made a complete fool of himself and accidentally tripped, knocking my mother into the fountain in the center of the village. There were probably thirty witnesses to the whole thing. My father’s family never let him live it down. When he asked my mother for a second chance, he brought two lilies. For their third date, he brought three. By the time they got married, he decorated the entire gathering hall with them.”

Crosshair hops up off his perch. “So why are you out here and not with them picking flowers, sweetheart?” He jeers. 

You cock an eyebrow at him. “They’re dead.” 

Crosshair stiffens at your response, but doesn’t retort. His brothers look at you with wide eyes. 

“Bandit raid,” you say plainly. “I was seventeen. Took less than a day for our village to be cleared out. Those who tried to hide food or resist were laid out in the street. A number of us survived and we made our way to the capital for refuge. That’s where I met Argus, and he gave me a chance to do more with my life.” 

Silence settles among you, the brothers unsure of what to say. 

You clear your throat, breaking their stupor. “Ready to move out?”

“Uh, yeah. Let’s go.” Hunter says, jerking his head at his brothers.

As you swing your leg over and settle into your saddle, Hunter catches your eye. “The color. I like it.” 

A soft smile crosses your face. “Thanks. I do too.” 

Once again, you take the lead, but this time your group travels in silence. The next couple hours are uneventful. Occasionally, Tech or Wrecker would point something out and you’d give a few words on it. A couple times, Hunter called for the group to stop, and you reassured him whatever noise he heard was probably just a kybuck. ‘Bandits haven’t been spotted in this sector for years.’

As you round a bend in the trail, your mount slows out of instinct. You can hear Tech mutter under his breath when the old buildings make their appearance. 

“Fascinating… Did you know this was here?” he asks. 

You glance around at the familiar ruins of your past life. “This used to be my home.” 

You pull your mount to a halt outside the largest building. “And it will be our base camp for the duration of your stay here.” 

“Do you come back often?” Wrecker asks hesitantly.

“Mm-hmm,” you answer as you dismount. “Once every few moons. It’s quite peaceful out here.” 

Crosshair’s brow furrows. According to your story, you all are currently standing at the center of the greatest tragedy of your life. He’s drawn to ask about your response, but his twin beats him to it. 

“You said raiders destroyed your village, yet you continue to return. That’s very brave.”

You smile at Tech’s words, pulling your bags off your gorset. “I wouldn’t say brave. It took me a while to be able to come back, but look at this place,” you say, gesturing to the buildings overgrown with flora. “You can’t even see the scars of the raid any more. No people, no conflict, no pain. With a little bit of time, nature came back and healed, same as I did.”  

Your response hits Crosshair in a peculiar way, but if you had asked him to describe it, he wouldn’t have had the words. Instead, he moves over beside you and gently takes a few bags from your shoulders before moving inside. 

The next few weeks pass with little fuss. The boys tend to leave at 0700 to go about their scouting missions and return around 1800 for dinner. Every few days, you’ll go along to lead them to a new part of the sector or provide information on the area. Most days you’re left to your own devices. You spent your first few free days setting a trap line along you r well-known foraging routes. Hunter had protested your hunting and gathering. He tried to explain they had brought enough GAR rations for everyone, but you were happy enough to prepare warm meals for the team. 

It didn’t take them long to crumble to your mouth-watering camp cooking, leaving the rations to be quick dinner solutions after long days. Hunter offered his talents once or twice to help you get a nice score, or Wrecker would help haul firewood back to camp. Tech even provided you with some new recipes you fused with Scarif-style dishes. 

Hunter took quickly to you, as did Tech and Wrecker, but the fourth member of the team always kept his distance. Any words exchanged between the two of you were more often than not snarky comments. Hunter would chastise him for it, tell him to stow the attitude, but you knew Crosshair didn’t mean it. And it’s not like you didn’t dish it back.

On this particular day, you were on your own. Crosshair had been particularly grouchy the last couple rotations, so Hunter had benched him for the day. Crosshair’s excuse had been a migraine, so you left him sleeping at base camp with a blanket gently draped over him and a canteen of water within reach when you started out on your own hike. 

It doesn’t take long to reach your shooting range. Your sniper’s roost is up on the crest of a hill that looks over a small hollow. Wooden targets are scattered from the undergrowth up into the branches of the dense forest around you. 

After taking a few practice shots in a crouched position, you lower yourself down onto your stomach. Just as you shift your weight onto your side to pull an extra mag out of your belt pocket, something catches your ear. A twig snapping, and it was from something much bigger than a kybuck. 

You freeze, waiting. After a couple seconds, you start creeping your hand down your thigh and gently grasp one of the throwing knives strapped there. The wind changes and something hits your nose, a scent - the camp soap. Smirking, you roll back onto your stomach like normal, keeping the knife tucked underneath you. You act like you're checking over your rifle, still intently listening. A couple seconds more and another twig snaps. Fast as lightning you roll over and send the knife flying. It buries itself into a tree - right next to his head. 

“Are you karking crazy?!” 

You sit up, a cheeky smile on your face. “That’s what you get, trying to sneak up on me, soldier.” 

He rolls his eyes. “You did pretty good, sweetheart, but Hunter would’ve noticed sooner.” 

“Hunter has been engineered with enhanced senses, that’s cheating,” you say, standing up and brushing the dirt off yourself. “Good to see you’re feeling better.”

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “I would’ve noticed sooner.” 

You smirk. “You are also enhanced, that’s still cheating. When do you think I noticed?” 

“Right before you threw the knife, when I snapped that twig on purpose,” he says, crossing his arms. “They’re stashed in your chestplate, you acted on instinct.”

“Wrong. I heard you when you stepped on that first twig, but I knew it was you when I smelled the camp soap. Very distinct,” you say with a wink. 

Crosshair gives you a look, maybe one of awe, but he glosses over the moment, looking out onto the shooting range. “What is this place?” 

“A shooting range. Never seen one of those, Crosshair?” You tease back, bending down to pick up your rifle.. 

He scoffs. 

“My father built it and taught me to shoot here,” you explain. “Part of the reason why I come back every so often. Here the rest of the world just melts away.” 

Crosshair steps closer to the crest of the hill. “Where are the targets?” 

Gently, you heft your rifle up off the ground and hold it out to him. “Have a look.” 

He hesitates. “Oh no, I-” Crosshair knows a sniper’s rifle is sacred. In the similar way as the Jedi and their lightsabers. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “I trust you.”

Crosshair’s eyes stay latched to yours as he gingerly lets you place your rifle in his waiting hands. “Not as fancy as your firepuncher, but I've made a few modifications,” you say proudly. 

Crosshair turns your weapon over in his hands with a sense of reverence before taking his stance. His form is perfect, though that’s no surprise. Hunter and the others had told you all about their enhancements. You watch as Crosshair sweeps the scope over the range, taking inventory of the targets camouflaged in the greenery. One particular mark catches his eye. 

“That one down there, how do you get to it?” He asks, pointing to one suspended in a tree and swaying gently in the wind.

You smile, that target in particular is placed at an odd angle relative to the sniper’s nest. “Take the shot and you’ll see.” 

The sniper braces in his standing position and lets a blaster bolt fly. He nearly growls in frustration when the bolt barely hits the edge of the target. “What the-”

“Good shot,” you say, impressed. 

“That’s not the center.” Crosshair sneers, lowering your rifle.

“You still hit it. I don’t think anyone else could have made it at that angle,” you reply. 

“You show me then if you’re so good, sweetheart.” 

Paying no mind to his snappy remark, you take your weapon back from him and lower into your crouched position. You center your sights on the target in question and wait a moment for it to stop bouncing as much. Once you’ve got its steady bouncing rhythm down, you move to focus on a shiny chunk of quartz sticking out of the hillside. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Your shot flies perfectly, hitting the quartz and ricochetting up into the dead center of the target. You look up at the Crosshair, making no effort to try to hide the smug look on your face. 

“Tricky girl,” he says, his eyes narrowing. 

“Got to consider all the angles,” you tease as you straighten back up. 

Crosshair reaches to his belt and holds up a couple shiny discs. “I prefer these.” 

“Smart,” you respond, shifting your weight into one hip. “And yet you still took the straight-on approach.” 

He smirks at you as you stand up. “Thought it’d be best to be direct with you.” 

“Oh yeah, what about?” 

“I don’t get you,” he says plainly. 

Your brow scrunches as you lean your rifle against a nearby tree. “What’s there to get?”

“Everything about you.” He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his silver hair. “I saw you when those scavengers came up on us scouting last week. You stared down the barrel of their weapons and tried to negotiate our way out. Then when they turned, you didn’t even flinch. You’re a good hunter, you’ve been feeding us this entire trip; yet you cleaned the wound on that kybuck’s flank and let it go instead of taking the easy score. Even with me, I- I can’t figure you out, nothing gets to you.” 

It takes you a second to realize that’s the most words Crosshair has ever spoken to you, and they didn’t even come with a childish jab. You just shrug. “I learned it's best to make the most you can with what you’ve got. I try to give everyone a chance, no matter how we meet and I don’t take more than what I need. I don’t have time to let things get to me; there are much more important, more worthwhile things to be taken care of. And if I can’t let something go, I bring it here,” you finish, glancing out at your shooting range. 

Crosshair looks you up and down a couple times, then turns his back to you to face the range. Then he speaks, so softly you barely catch it, “Do you mind if I let some things go here?” 

A soft smile crosses your face. “Of course. Here.” You reach back over and hold your rifle out to him, which he takes without looking at you. 

You can see his muscles shift as he lowers himself to the ground. Not wanting to intrude, you take a few steps back up the trail. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Oh, uh I was just going to go get some water from the stream, check my snares,” you respond, covering your true intentions. 

“You won’t have your rifle,” Crosshair mutters. 

“I have my side arm, I’ll be fine,” you reassure him. 

A soft sigh drifts from his figure laying on the forest floor. “Please… stay. I can check the snares with you later.” 

You try to hide your smile as you gently lower yourself to the ground, resting your back against a tree as Crosshair brings the scope of your rifle into position. And there you stay. 

At first, Crosshair doesn’t say much. He just takes his shots at your range, adjusting things here and there. After a while, you lean your head against the tree trunk behind you and let your eyes close. The sun is filtering through the trees as it rises higher in the sky, and birds are softly chirping. It’s peaceful, like always, and the rhythmic pattern of Crosshair’s shots roll through the forest like a heartbeat. 

You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear him shift.

“Here.”

Straightening up, you open your eyes and see he’s sitting cross legged, holding your rifle out. 

You take it back from him and move to stand up. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, still sitting on the ground. 

You tilt your head at him, for him saying he couldn’t figure you out, he seems to be the odd one. “The snares?”

“It’s your turn to shoot.” 

“Oh it’s fine,” you say, waving your hand.

You shift your weight again to stand, but this time Crosshair reaches out and grasps your bracer. “That’s what you were coming out here to do anyway, right? I interrupted you.” 

His words are so different from the ones that normally pass between the two of you. Not gentle, necessarily, but less defensive. You take a breath before nodding your head, just barely. Crosshair scoots out of your way. If you weren’t so focused on making the space between you a place where he could be open, you might have giggled at the way he moved, still in his cross-legged position. 

You slowly lower yourself onto your belly and bring your scope to your eye. Crosshair had adjusted things slightly, but strangely you didn’t mind. Usually it would irk you if someone had moved things on your rifle, but you had handed him your weapon of your own volition. It was nice to know that he felt so comfortable with you and had handled your rifle with such care and reverence. You take a few shots, aiming at various targets over the range. 

As you sit up to replace the mag, you notice Crosshair is studying you intently. You smile. “What?” 

The corner of his mouth twitches. “You’re a skilled sharpshooter. You even pace with your breath, impressive.” 

You rock back on your heels. “Took me some time to get it, but practice makes perfect.” 

Crosshair smirks at you, but not unkindly. “And that you are, nearly. Perfect- I mean…” He trails off. Again, You might have giggled at this newfound temperament, but you simply dust off your rifle a bit. 

“Oh yeah? Got any pointers for me?” you reply. 

The sniper moves closer to you. “If you’ll actually listen,” he jabs.

You chuckle. “I’m always listening.”

He gestures for you to take your prone position again and makes a few adjustments to your limbs. The time flies away from you as the two of you pass your rifle back and forth along with small conversation and stories. Crosshair doesn’t exactly soften, but he does open up to you a bit more. 

In giving you some pointers, he’s the most comfortable you’ve seen him the whole mission. Instruction and leadership are clearly his elements. You’re surprised at how attentive he is, continuously checking in that the adjustments he makes feel correct for your body. 

‘Every marksman is different.’ He had said. ‘Even if it’s the ‘correct’ way, if it doesn’t feel natural for you, then you’ll be tense or unstable and then it’s all pointless.’

You learn more than just that. Before you know it, Crosshair is telling you about his brothers, more than even Tech had told you. ‘Hunter’s helmet is specially modified to dampen his senses when needed.’ - ‘Although Tech is the smartest at basically everything, Wrecker beats him with weapons and explosives.’ - ‘Tech and I came from the same tube.’ - ‘Wrecker can tell you every ingredient in a ration pack just by tasting it.’

Some facts surprise you, like the fact that while Hunter has enhanced eyesight across the whole spectrum, Crosshair is actually farsighted and he has his holopad on the biggest text size to avoid wearing the reading glasses Tech made him. Other facts aren’t as much of a surprise, like the scar on Hunter’s chin was a gift from Crosshair when they were roughhousing as cadets. 

Crosshair even tells you what it was like growing up as ‘special’ clones on Kamino. ‘Clones are outsiders among the nat-borns of the galaxy. We were outsiders even among the clones.’ - ‘The advanced growth rate meant that for a few years from bio age 7-18 our joints always hurt. The bumps and bruises from training just blended it all together.’

You had no idea Crosshair could be so much of a talker, and he even chuckles a few times at his own stories or your side remarks. The conversation was far from annoying, though. You sat and listened intently, basking in his sudden willingness to share. Without warning, your chrono beeps, cutting one of his sentences short. You glance down and gasp at the time. 

“Everything okay?” Crosshair asks, his brow furrowing.

“We’ve been here all day.” You say. “We have to hurry if we’re going to walk the traps and get back to camp to meet the others.” 

Crosshair shoots to his feet, his jaw tense. 

Guilt settles in your stomach. “I’m sorry.” You look up at him, but he refuses to meet your eyes. “I was enjoying it here, but-”

“We have to go.” He says in a gruff voice. The walls are back up.

You solemnly gather your gear and the two of you walk your snare lines in silence. You’re tempted to respark the conversation you two had been sharing, but you can tell the moment is lost, and pushing would be futile. 

When you arrive back at base camp, the others are already milling about preparing the dinner rations. Hunter glances between you and Crosshair as you enter the camp, but says nothing. Not even when he notices Crosshair is the one carrying the score from your traps. 

Dinner is served as normal, but Crosshair takes his into the building serving as your bunk house rather than eating around the fire with the rest of you. You try to keep that sinking feeling out of your stomach to no avail. Had you pushed him? He was opening up to you, being receptive. Why did your chrono have to bring you crashing back to reality?

Your thoughts continue to swirl in your head as you wash up after dinner and you barely notice when Hunter appears beside you at the basin. 

“You okay?” He mutters, picking up a dish and swirling it in the water. 

“Mm, yeah,” you mutter. 

A chuckle rumbles deep in Hunter’s chest. “I saw you two today.” 

You can feel the Sergeant’s implication pressing in on you. “Oh yeah, he just got bored and wanted something to do.” 

Hunter shakes his head. “No, that’s not it. He likes you.” 

“He has a funny way of showing it,” you jab back, shoving the memory of your day at the range deep into the back of your mind. 

“He’s just...” Hunter sighs. “Figuring it out on his own terms. He takes patience. You’ve been doing well so far, just hold out a little longer and he’ll open up to you.” 

‘He was…’ You think to yourself. Instead you finish wiping the last dish and flick the water off your hands. “Well I don’t have forever,” you say shortly, turning to walk into the bunks. 

Grumbling nonsense to yourself, you turn the corner to your room and your breath catches in your throat. On your bed lies a single item. 

A bright orange and maroon lily.

After that day at your shooting range, little changes in your interactions with Crosshair. His snarky comments return, but his demeanor towards you does begin to shift. His morning jab was now accompanied by a cup of caf complete with a splash of milk, just the way you liked it. His hand was now the first to reach out when unloading gear to lighten your load, though it still came with some iteration of a sly ‘sweetheart’. There was even a time you had fallen asleep by the campfire and you woke with a blanket draped over you. Hunter swore up and down that Crosshair had been the last one to bed that night.

With two weeks left in the squad’s mission, you make your way to the range alone, lost in thought. At 0400, your comm had beeped with a message from Argus: you would be immediately moving on to your next assignment upon your return to the Coalition Command Base. A scuffle on Scarif’s opposite pole needed your attention, and reportedly the territory was still severely hostile. 

Though you didn’t want to admit it, your time hosting Squad 99 had been little short of a vacation. Just last night, Hunter had pulled you aside and offered you a spot on the team as a ‘Civilian Consultant.’ 

‘Even though we’re supposed to be a clone squad, it’s a way of skirting the rules.’ He had said with a wink. ‘It wouldn’t pay much, but you’d be taken care of.’

You had told him you’d think about it, but you couldn’t imagine leaving Scarif. Your people need you. As your thoughts tumble in your head, you nearly step on something as you break the treeline into your sniper’s nest. Not something - someone.

“You’re very observant today,” Crosshair groans as he stands up. 

“Sorry,” you say, shaking your head trying to clear it. 

Crosshair looks down at you, his brow furrowed. “Hey,” he says, his voice soft. “What is it?”

The moment your eyes meet his, the words start tumbling from your mouth. You tell him everything. The comm from Argus that arrived before the boys rose that morning. The stress that’s been on your shoulders as the First Lieutenant of the Coalition. 

You tell him about the pit in your stomach that grows every time you see a starving child, or a family ripped apart by raiders. Even about the pity you feel for the dying light in the eyes of bandits you arrest. How your homeworld was dying and there was little you could do about it. 

You find yourself telling him about Hunter’s offer, and your temptation to take it. How the allure of staying with the squad you’d grown fond of was near irresistible, but the guilt at your eagerness to leave your homeworld behind was clawing at your chest. 

Before you know it your breath is rising in your throat, your pulse quickening, your head beginning to spin, when suddenly your world becomes dark. It takes you a second to realize that you didn’t pass out, but your face is pressed to something… warm. Something solid and stable. 

The scent of the camp soap surrounds you as Crosshair presses you to his chest, one arm curling around you, the other cradling the back of your head. Your breathing begins to steady and your heartbeat slows to match the steady beating of his heart under your cheek. 

After a while you find it in yourself to mutter “Cross-”

“Shh.” He cuts you off, ruffling your hair slightly. “Don’t speak, just breathe for a second.” 

Another couple minutes like that and you feel your body begin to relax. Crosshair releases you from his grip and you feel your weight on your own two feet again. Again you try to speak. “I’m so-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry.” He cuts you off again. “You have a lot going on and a lot to think about. Let the rest of the galaxy melt away for a bit. That’s why you’re here, right?” He says with a smirk. 

You let out a breath. “I suppose.” Then you realize. “Hey, speaking of - what are you doing here?”

Crosshair rubs the back of his neck. “Ehh. Needed some time to think?” 

“You don’t sound so sure.”

He just shrugs. “I’ve never been… good with talking.” 

You smile but take a step back from him. “You don’t have to be. We don’t have to talk at all.” You say, your words gentle.

Crosshair’s deep honey eyes look down at you. “The thing is… I want to. I just don’t…” He sighs, then leans over to pull something from his pack laying nearby. “Here.”

You look down at what he’s trying to hand you. It’s two maroon and orange lilies. Their bright colors stand out against his dark gear. You take them from him, delicately and look back up. His eyes are searching your face for any sign of caution. 

His shoulders relax with relief when you take one of the flowers and tuck it behind your ear. “How’s the practice going?” you ask with a smile.

Crosshair’s face brightens a bit at the mention of sharpshooting. “Good. I was hoping you would be here today. I wanted to show you something new.” 

Gingerly, he takes one of your hands in his and eases your rifle off your shoulder. Rather than handing you your weapon, however, he leans it up against a nearby tree. 

“Cross, what-”

“Shh” He hushes you gently, taking the second lily from your other hand and dropping the stem into the barrel of your rifle. He guides you over to the sniper’s ridge and picks his own weapon up off the ground. “Here.”

Your eyes widen when you realize what his intentions are. He’s giving you his firepuncher.

Ever so carefully, you let him release his prized rifle into your grip. “Hmm,” you hum as your hands dip with its weight. “I assumed it would be heavy but… wow.”

“Start on the ground, then we’ll work you up to standing.” Crosshair says, his voice steady. “Adjust the scope how you need it.”

You get settled and with him crouched beside you, you bring the scope up to your view. The sounds of the forest start to melt away as you zone in on a target. 

A little puff of air hits your ear as Crosshair leans close. "Be prepared for the recoil," he mutters in a low voice. "It’s strong, but don’t fight it. Whenever you’re ready."

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

The blaster bolt is nearly silent as it flies home to the center of the target. 

There your day melts away again as you and Crosshair pass a weapon back and forth. Fewer words accompany his rifle, but it feels as though more is said. 

The last two weeks of Squad 99’s mission pass uneventfully, but there is another shift. There’s a shift in how Crosshair treats you. After your first day at the range, he had warmed more to you, but now he’s like a tooka always at your heels. He’s not overbearing, just always present. 

You’re catching yourself smiling at his little quirks more and more. The way he can fall asleep almost anywhere, curled up in a tight ball. The way he claims he drinks his caf black, but you spot him sneaking sugar into it out of the corner of your eye. The way he’s always watching, even if his back is to you. 

He also seems more physically drawn to you. Of course, he never crosses a line, but in subtle ways. He tends to brush against you more when moving about your daily routines. His hands seem to linger on your body when adjusting your sniping form, and you could feel the heat of his palm on your lower back when he steadied you after you stumbled on a trail. His voice seems to drop and soften when he speaks to you, he nearly sounds like Hunter - it’s definitely genetic. 

Of course Hunter noticed too. After your second day with Crosshair at the shooting range, Hunter had pulled you aside again. You expected an ‘older brother talking to’ where he either would grill you about your intentions or warn you to stay away, but the first words out of Hunter’s mouth had shocked you. 

“You’re good for him, you know.”

“I beg your pardon?” You had instinctively said back.

Hunter placed his hand on your shoulder, you knew it was a gesture of his affection. “You’re good for him. With you, he can just exist.” 

“You’re imagining things, Hunter.” 

“I promise you I’m not. I know he can be difficult, but it’s not because he’s apathetic. It’s just a challenge for him to put words to what’s going on in that head of his.” 

“There are more ways to understand someone than with words.”

Hunter laughed at your remark. “Like I said, you’re a good match for him. In more ways than one.”

Hunter left the conversation at that. He didn’t push, but he would tease you under his breath about it. You hated to admit it, but Hunter was right, you had grown soft on the sniper and you would come to see the effect you had on him. His shoulders were less tense, his brow furrowed less, he turned his face to the sun more. Maybe there was something growing between you and him, maybe it was something worth exploring.

‘Karking Siths Hells. Collect yourself, woman.’ You scold yourself. You shake your head to clear your thoughts as your gorset moves around a group of trees. 

Here you are. The day had finally come for Clone Force 99 to ship back out. You didn’t want to admit it but it was hitting you harder than you thought it would. You were trying to keep that armor up, but you were sadly failing. 

When you reach the Coalition’s Command Base, the brothers immediately start moving their things back to their ship. Sadly, Argus had been called to the Capital so he wasn’t there to welcome you back. As you helped the brothers repack, each made sure to say their goodbyes.

Tech held his hand out, and you moved to return the handshake. Instead you found him grasping your forearm in a much more meaningful gesture. “It’s a physical form of farewell from our mother culture of Mandalore. It’s a symbol of respect and honor. You have been a wonderful host, and I will miss your company. You do not know how much it means that you not only answered my questions but returned them with some of your own.” 

Wrecker was next. Your hands seemed to dance in the intricate handshake you two had created. “I’ll miss having ya around!” He boomed. “I think you ruined the ration packs for me forever with your camp cooking. And Lieutenant? Thank you, for seeing us as more than clones, it’s been refreshing.”

Hunter pulled you into a tight hug like many times before. “I know I don’t need to say it, but take care of yourself. Keep in touch, I need someone to chat with that hasn’t thrown up on me.” 

This made you laugh for the first time today. “That could be arranged,” you tease back.

Before Hunter replies he looks at something behind you. Turning around you see it’s Crosshair walking towards you. You meet him halfway, searching his face for any sign of what mood he’s in. 

“Where did you disappear off to?” You ask trying to ease into a goodbye.

“Nowhere important.” He curtly replies, shoving his helmet on his head.

You bite your lip. “Okay… Best of luck, Crosshair. Stay safe out there.” 

“You too.” He holds his hand out, but unlike Tech he just gives you a simple, firm handshake. Only he doesn’t let go. 

You want to say something, but what would be the right thing? The two of you always seemed to communicate through actions more than words. There you two stand for a moment, awkwardly holding your handshake, and your eyes drift for a moment. 

When you look back at Crosshair he’s moving. Before you can register what’s happening his helmet is smacking you on the forehead, causing you to cry out and clap a hand to the sore spot.

Did he just headbutt you? Or was he trying to kiss you and forgot his helmet was on?

He lets go of your hand like he was shocked, standing straight as a pole. “I uh… I’ve got to go. Keep practicing, stay alive.”

Without another word he walks, more like runs, away from you and up the Marauder’s ramp. 

Hunter appears at your side obviously trying to contain his laughter. “That was interesting.”

“What exactly just happened?” You grumble, rubbing your forehead. 

“A very Crosshair farewell.” Hunter sighs. “Look, I know that we aren’t exactly built for relationships or even plain friendships outside of the GAR, but… don’t be a stranger. We’ve all come to like you and Crosshair, he won’t say it anytime soon, but he needs you.” 

Hunter squeezes your shoulder and jogs up the Marauder’s ramp, leaving you standing alone in the ship yard. 

Sighing and shaking your head, you turn and walk to the Command Center to gather the intel for your new deployment. After sitting through a painfully redundant briefing meeting with a couple squadron leaders with sticks up their asses, you stop by the cantina for dinner. The food weighs heavy on your tongue like glue. It doesn’t taste nearly as good as beans and rice Scarif stir fry around a campfire with a choice four troopers. 

The supply depot is your next stop to restock your personal supplies and check that your shuttle was loaded correctly. You still have a half hour before your crew is due for deployment, so you head over to the base stables to see a friend. 

Your gorset has his nose on the ground of his stall, snuffling around for remnants of his evening grain, but he raises his head at the sound of your footsteps. 

“Hey there, boy.” You coo softly at him. “What are we gonna do, huh?”

As you scratch behind his ear, your gorset turns his head for you to get to the other side and a gasp leaves your lips when you see his mane. 

Woven into your gorset’s thick locks are three bright orange lilies.

Your back aches as you make the hike from the ruins to your range. Your last assignment had been far from comfortable. The relief mission was supposed to be non combative, just transport of supplies and giving aid to the rebuilding effort in Northern Sector 7, but of course you weren’t that lucky. A band of storms blew through while you were there, sending refugees into the town you were based in. 

Your forces were already spread thin and the influx of people hadn’t helped. Then of course the raiders came. You were able to deescalate the situation the first time they showed up, but the second time they stormed the town with ballistics. The stockpile was pretty depleted at that point so at the very least the Coalition didn’t lose much. 

Argus had taken pity on you and said you had a week before he’d even think about shipping you out again, so you decided to go home for a few days. You hadn’t been back in months, much longer than usual, not since them.

The peaceful ruins of your village had felt emptier that morning when you’d arrived. You half-expected Wrecker to come barreling through the brush asking about dinner, or for Tech to appear beside you with some obscure question about your home world. 

You had to admit you did miss Hunter, he had his way of knowing what was going on with you without even asking. Though the temptation was there to take his offer and join the squad, you just couldn’t leave Scarif and her people. Hunter didn’t blame you though, he knew the pressure you were under as the Coalition’s First Lieutenant. Who would’ve done the job if you left?

You had exchanged comm frequencies with Hunter, but hadn’t heard anything from them, about anything. Not that you were expecting to. The fourth member of Squad 99 lingered on your mind more than the others, but it’s not like you were pining after him. 

Crosshair had made you no promises, nor had you him. You just wondered where he was, what his missions were. You wondered if he was okay, not just physically, but under the armor he put up around himself. 

The sun is already high in the sky when you reach your range. You take a couple minutes to go over your rifle, then take your standing position.

Your sore muscles shift as you bring your rifle up to your view and set the barrel on the rest you added to your shoulder plate. You sweep the range, checking the status of your targets, but stutter when you notice something nestled in the foliage.

 A bright orange lily.

Shaking your head, you keep sweeping the range, then you spot another lily. Then another, and another. Your mouth drops open as you lower your weapon. It couldn't be, could it?

The undergrowth behind you rustles and you know it’s him before he speaks. "Good to see you're practicing. We need you again. I need you again."

[punksdoll]

Heyyyy, saw you didn’t have anything for Cody, so allow me to be the first 😈

I actually have two prompts, you can pick either!

So for this I just want some really sure fluff ! So imagine the reader is an idol of some sort who is always busy, but finally she decides to take a break and surprise Cody at his house one day.

For the other one, the reader is a wrestler with Cody and is about to fight in the ring when shinsuke comes up and attacks her with his mist. (This would be in a mixed tag team match so watching Cody loose it because shinsuke hurt his girl, etc etc)

Tyyyy I hope you have a wonderful day :3!

~~~𝑴𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏~~~

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𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑹𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕, 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

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“You ready baby?” Cody walks up behind y/n who is adding the final touches on her eye makeup.

“Mhm…” Y/n says as she tries to keep herself steady with the little american flag on her eye to represent it for her boyfriend.

Recently there has been a feud going between Cody and Shinsuke. Add that to Y/n having her own problems with damage cntrl, Adam Pearce thought it would be a good idea for the couple to pair up with each other to take on Shinsuke and a member of Damage Control, to add on to their feud and make it more interesting for the fans.

“You should do something for me as well.” Cody smiles as he watches y/n put her makeup away.

“Like what?” Y/n looks over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

“Your initial.” Cody smirks, “So everyone knows I’m yours,” he winks.

She chuckles before grabbing her ink eye liner and bringing his face closer to carefully do her initial. “There, all pretty now.” She gives his cheek a kiss.

“Great, now we’re ready.” He lays his hand on y/n’s lower back right as one of the crew comes over and reminds them both that it’s almost time.

“Our first mixed tag team match,” y/n starts as she walks in front of Cody while he trails behind her with his hand still on her lower back, “we got this, yes we do. Everything will go just right and we’re gonna win. No trouble.” Y/n hypes them up, more for herself than him.

“Yes, yes they will.” Cody gives her a kiss right as his music starts playing.

•••

Everything was going well. The match was running smoothly getting the crowds reaction here and there, no distractions, no interference. It was perfect for them both.

Until it wasn’t that is.

It was y/n and Asuka that were tagged in. Taking blows left to right, right to left, etc etc. It was going well. Y/n kept watching her back for any of the other damage control members to appear and distract her. She knew it was coming, she knew it was…she just didn’t think it was going to turn out…horribly.

Y/n had hit her signature move adding onto her finisher. She rushed over to pin Asuka and to catch the win for her and her boyfriend until Bayley intervened.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bayley rushes into the ring, immediately catching the referee’s attention as she stops counting and rushes over to Bayley to get her out of there.

“What the hell!” Y/n rushes up next to the referee and yells at Bayley, “Get the hell out you dog! Get out.” Y/n shouted at Bayley, shaking her head.

“I got it, I got it.” The ref tells y/n who rolls her eyes and turns herself back towards her opponent.

She expected something was to come when she did. She expected Asuka to be the one to mist her, she expected Asuka to be the one to attack her.

She absolutely and most certainly did not expect her boyfriend’s rivalry, Shinsuke Nakamura, to be the one to mist her.

She had turned around and was immediately misted in the face by Shinsuke thanks to the distraction by the referee. The crowd lets out gasps and some even cursing out as they watched Shinsuke mist her and immediately roll out of the ring before the referee could see what he did. Once he’s out of the ring he lets out a laughter as Asuka does her signature move and pins y/n down, catching the win for the both of them.

Cody rushes over to Y/n almost immediately as Asuka rushes outside of the ring with Shinsuke next to her, both staring at the couple with big grins as they soak in their victory. Cody was raging. All he wanted to do was get out of that ring and give Shinsuke the beating of his life but he knew that his woman needed him there.

“It fucking burns! Oh my god.” Y/n shouts out as Cody immediately places a towel on her eyes.

“It’s gonna be ok. You’re gonna be ok.” He soothes her, “Keep it on your eyes.” He picks her up and rushes her backstage and towards the medical.

•••

“What were you thinking when you decided to mist your rival’s woman?” The interviewer asks Shinsuke after the match had ended.

“Victo-.” Shinsuke is almost immediately cut off as he is tackled from behind by Cody Rhodes.

Cody is fuming with rage as he sends punches left and right on Shinsuke and throwing him against some chairs. He grabs one of those chairs and starts repeatedly hitting Shinsuke with it. Making sure it hits his upper and lower body all at the same time before referees could come rushing out and trying to stop him.

“No…” Cody shakes his head as he grabs Shinsuke and drags him over to where those chairs had fallen and hits his finisher, Cross Rhodes, making Shinsuke land on the chairs.

Referees drag him away almost immediately as they all yell at him to stop. Cody raises his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up. “Don’t you ever lay your shit on my woman.” He threatens before walking away completely.

•••

Y/n smiles immediately as Cody walks into the medical room after his altercation with Shinsuke that she had just watched.

“You ok?” Cody cups her face that’s stained with red.

“I’m better now, now that you gave him a good ass beating for me.” Y/n says with a grin, giving him a kiss, “Thank you cariño.”

“Anything for my woman.” Cody smiles and gives her multiple pecks on the lips.

[maxxandchesse]

I love the idea of Noah hating physical touch because I hate physical touch but you know what I love more?

Noah unknowing that he loves physical touch.

He’s always nudging people with his elbow, standing super close to them, sleep cuddling them, and he doesn’t even realize it.

Some examples: He nudges Owen a lot and that one time he nudged Tyler. Not to mention he hugged Bridgette and literally cuddled Cody kissing his ear. He doesn’t recoil when Duncan grabs his lip he just stands there. Him letting Izzy hold him. Etc, he just likes when it’s on his accord, hates when people hug him without him expecting it.

But one person does realize it.

Owen is talking about Noah to Alejandro, since he asked to get more information about him.

“And he hates physical touch! Sometimes he lets me hug him though! Man Noah is great!”

Alejandro tilts his head to the side curiously. “Excuse me for asking but are you sure he hates physical contact?”

“Uh yeah I’m pretty sure.”

Alejandro scratched his chin as he looked over at the sleeping Noah who was holding a jacket, probably Owen’s, like it was a person. ‘Interesting.’

In Newland Alejandro tests his theory as he reaches his hand out to Noah to help him on the boat. “Well done my little porpoises, here allow me.” Without really thinking Noah takes it and climbs up. Noah doesn’t really register the fact that he held grabbed Alejandro’s hand, or the fact that he stumbled so his hand rested on his chest, or that Alejandro’s hand hovered over his hip to secure him if needed. Noah didn’t think twice before chuckling slightly.

“Sorry, I think my boot got stuck on something.” Noah looked up nonchalantly at the other to see his face was slightly red. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Noah mocked him slightly before walking to one of the paddles.

Alejandro had his theory proven right as Noah held onto him longer then he needed too. The only problem was Alejandro didn’t want him to let go. He was right so why did he feel almost anxious, like his stomach was going flips.

[ferretrade]

it's WIP Wednesday! since I've seen a few people interested/amused by my "cody is That Bitch" aus description, how bout a sneak peek? >:)

this is also called the "what if Cody was..." fic and you'll see why!

“Hello, there." Comes an unexpected voice. "Are you Commander Cody of the Coruscant Guard?”

“Marshal Commander,” Cody replies blithely without looking up from the report he’s reviewing. Correcting, really. Stone has some serious rewriting to do and Cody is not above threatening him with demotion. Honestly, a Commander should know better than to put this shit on his desk. 

“Ah yes, apologies, Marshal Commander,” comes the suave lilt of a Coruscanti accent. A politician? Every once in a while, one of them manages to find their way to his office despite it being (very deliberately) one of the most difficult rooms for Natborns to find.

Cody looks up and—ah. Jedi. He’s not sure if that’s better or worse, actually. Quinlan Vos is helpful, aside from the headache of covering up broken procedures, and Cody quite likes the way Master Windu looks at the Chancellor (like he’s one good push away from giving up his Jedi code and strangling him). But Jedi always come with problems. Quests. They want something from him and Cody respects them more than the politicians he can steer away into an abyss of red tape. 

“I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the Jedi continues with a charming smile that Cody assumes gets him quite far in situations like this. He’s handsome, pretty features with a dashing beard and reddish hair just a touch too grown out. “My Marshal Commander sent me, actually. Said you were the man to talk to about anything happening on Coruscant.”

“Fox,” Cody names, unimpressed. There aren't enough Marshal Commanders that it's hard to keep track of who went where. “Of course he would.” 

Obi-Wan’s smile falters but comes back brighter. “Might you have some time to assist me?”

Cody looks him over and, mostly to see what he does, answers, “No. I don’t have time.”

Truthfully, Cody is intrigued. And there’s the whole, respect for Jedi thing, blah, blah, blah.

“I see.” Obi-Wan blinks. He strokes his beard. His smile is gone but his eyes are sparkling with something more genuine. “Well, and I hate to bring it up, but Fox did say you owe him a favor?”

A slow grin breaks on Cody’s face. Oh, well isn’t that interesting? He taps a finger on his desk. “And you’re here to claim it, Master Jedi?” He hums. “I suppose I can make time.”

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Shadowhunters

Enthrallment by smilebackwards

It does look a little bad, Parmela thinks, looking at it from outside. As more specialists had been called in for consultation, they’d decamped to one of the larger conference rooms—eschewing attendance at A, B, AB, & O: The Impact of Blood Type on Non Subject Specific Blood Magic, because this was vastly more interesting and potentially important—and there are a round dozen high-level warlocks clustered around Alec, poking at him with magic.

Or: Alec attends the Magical Inventions and Advances convention in hopes of recruiting warlocks for another Downworld Cabinet. The warlocks, however, are more interested—and concerned—by the blue magical aura following Alec around.

DC

temporal fraternity by envysparkler

Damian clears his throat. “I require your assistance.”

The words come out easier with the benefit of practice and the knowledge that no one will remember them tomorrow. Today. Tomorrow-today.

The Umbrella Academy

cut me open and i still bleed red by aletterinthenameofsanity

Part 1 of the odds were never in our favor

Ben knows his fellow mentors pretty well, for how long he's spent here, behind the screens of the Games, watching as his tributes die.

Allison, from District One, has a way with the sponsors. Just a word placed here or there, stealthily dropped into conversation, and she can get her tributes the shit they need.

In his time as a Mentor, Klaus has developed a habit of drinking to get through the Games, and through the rest of his life, really- anything to avoid the truth of what's happening, the ghosts of the children he and Ben have sent to their deaths.

Very few people remember what Five’s name was before the Games. Caesar Flickerman and the Gamemakers nicknamed him that when he took out the entire Career Pack on his second day in the Arena.

Vanya’s the newest Mentor, the victor of the Seventy-Third Hunger Games.

Diego’s one of Ben’s oldest not-quite friends. A Victor from District Ten, he’d gone into the Games knowing how to kill an animal.

All the other Mentors Ben knows try never to get attached. Luther, on the other hand, doesn't forget a single name.

(A story of seven victors of the Hunger Games and the lives they live as Mentors.)

Danny Phantom

The Promised Land by redrobin1989

Danny Fenton has been running for years, from his abusive parents, from Vlad's experiments, from his freakish powers. He expected to be running his whole life until he found his way to a small town that felt like the home he'd never had.

M!ik

Study Dates Are Not Real Dates by StormySteady

A very important exam is coming up, and Asmodeus is trying his hardest to get Iruma and Clara to study for it. But his soulmates have other ideas.

Star Wars

Starlight, In All Its Forms by Soap_And_Lye

When Luke was eight, he was taken from his home on Tatooine and delivered into the hands of the emperor and his right hand.

When Luke was sixteen, he overheard the emperor's plans to steal a tiny Force sensitive child and saves him first, before being caught and dragged back to his masters' keeping.

When Luke was eighteen, he finds that same child on Gideon's cruiser, and spares both him and his family, including a silver clad Mandalorian.

And when Luke was twenty-four, he is captured by the Rebellion (captured or did he just let it happen? Really up for debate) and secretly sent as a prisoner to Mandalore, where Mand'alor Din Djarin rebuilds his planet and raises his son.

And the rest was history. Or the beginning.

Clone Wars

will you be an anarchist with me? by a_alene

Once the Kenobi floodgates are opened, they cannot be closed. Cody has apparently been keeping an itemized list of disagreements, and he is determined to tell Rex each and every one of them.

Kenobi refuses to listen to Cody’s input. Kenobi throws himself into battle with no regard for previously established battle plans. Kenobi uses the Force so recklessly and obviously that every undercover assignment is blown within the first few minutes. Kenobi is a hypocrite who berates Cody for sidestepping protocol, but flouts it himself at every opportunity.

CT-7567: bet you wish you had skywalker now

CC-2224: I wish for nothing but the cold embrace of space

Right. And he says Kenobi’s dramatic.

(Marshal Commander Cody and High General Obi-Wan Kenobi of the 212th cannot stand each other. Rex doesn't know why this is his problem.)

poetry is what you find (in the dirt in the corner) by fivecenturiesverse

(In which Cody becomes an anonymous poet after the war and his brothers find out.)

Rex launches forwards immediately and so does Bly, because he can admit to himself that he likes gifts. He likes gifts a whole lot more than Cody and Wolffe, anyway, who both act like martyrs who don’t need any material love. “Poetry, vod?” Bly asks, incredulous. “Cody’s right, you are going soft.”

“It’s by a clone,” Fox says, defensively, “it’s quite good, actually. For poetry. It made Sergeant Hound cry at the service.

[noco-alienau]

A Royal Reunion

~~~♡~~~

The palace doors stood wide open, the king standing proudly alongside the two blue aliens who guarded the entrance. They didn't seem very impressed with his introduction, the darker of the two even giving an annoyed huff. He was corrected once the purple alien's tail whipped the side of his helmet.

A small crowd had formed, the heads of other alien's rising from holes in the ground. Their colors had a pattern; they were all higher ranking.

"My, you two must be terribly tired after such a rocky trip," the tall gradient spoke, leaning forward to see the aforementioned couple better. "That pair of blues are definitely not the best pilots. Come along - there's plenty for us to do! How does a tour sound? 5728, you and your partner enter as well. 4043, 3717, clear this crowd."

The newcomers shared a similar glance of worry and confusion before silently entering the castle. The large doors shut behind them with a gust of wind, alerting someone new to come along. A much smaller yellow alien darted in from an unknown direction and to the kings side, prepared to write a list of instructions as to how he could be useful. His yellow eyes glanced to the visitors, the pen and paper, and back to the king. It's in his best interest to pay attention to his ruler.

"Cody?" Noah turned to his fiance.

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you say the king was.. some kind of cruel, ruthless tyrant?"

"Yes, I did."

"Someone who holds unimaginable power and caused the downfall of you and your kind?"

"Correct."

"Why does he look like that?"

"Noah!"

"Hey, hey, I just expected something.. scary?"

"I mean.. he's tall?"

"He has hearts on his antennas. And face. And.. stomach. "

"Stop looking there."

"Do you see what he's wearing?"

"I see what you see, Noah!"

"He looks like an arcade carpet."

"A little bit."

"He looks like a Hot Topic clarence bin."

"Alright, that- that's kind of funny."

"He looks like the back wall of a Spencer's."

"Noah, we get it."

"I'm just saying, I expected something.. different. Not this lavender mess."

Noah's chatter caught 528's attention. How hadn't he noticed this new being? The Codmiester crouched down, his hand cupping under the head of the unrecognizable person and pulling him closer to his eyes. It fit perfectly in his palm.

"Oh? And what might this pretty little thing be?" He cooed. Noah seemed uneasy at the sudden gesture, but due to the kings position, he didn't dare to speak in return. Although not digging into his skin, he noted the long, painted claws the king had. Seemed awfully sharp.

"It's a human," one of the ships pilots explained, removing their helmet. "We couldn't have returned 6827 unless he came along - his order, not ours. His species is dominant on planet Earth, and we believed he would have been useful as well."

"Well, he's quite the sight. I'll be sure to pamper him like any other loyal subject of mine. 2056, make sure his and 6827's room is comfortable once we get there. These guests have a long stay ahead of them."

Cody grit his teeth in an attempt to keep himself cooled. The human was let go and allowed back to his partners side, stumbling over his feet on his way. He wasn't sure if he was uncomfortable with the encounter or not.

The group traveled along a neverending maze of hallways and rooms, given directions of every space so they would know what is where. Restrooms, a ball room, a grand staircase that they had to climb to reach their room. It doesn't seem as if either could pay much attention to anything being said, though.

"And why were you looking at 528 like that?" Cody muttered.

"He looks a lot like you," Noah answered. "I got confused in every way possible."

"Everyone looks a lot like me! We're an alien race!"

"Well, in my defense, you're attractive."

"Yeah, but.. okay, but I'm still annoyed."

"Believe me, you don't have anything to worry about."

Their small argument aside, Cody couldn't help but notice the yellow alien accompanying the king was staring an awful lot at him. He wasn't sure who the other was. It was likely due to his strange appeal, a mixture of alien and human. It certainly wasn't common around here, and if he could recall correctly, Cody knew low ranking aliens such as greens were rarely allowed within palace grounds, more or less greens with.. his look.

"2056, are you marking all of this down?" The king hissed.

"Uh- yes sir!" The assistant was quick to answer.

"Are you? You don't look like you're paying attention."

The yellow alien took a step back, quickly scanning over the paper he was given.

"We visited the ballroom last, we're heading to their room now."

"Watch your tone!"

"I-I'm just answering your-"

Noah and Cody fell silent at the sudden yelling. The assistant seemed far more frightened, having fallen back onto the floor. The king looked to the guests then back to the yellow.

"Oh, clumsy me," he chuckled awkwardly. "How about you take the night off? I'll show our friends where they'll be staying."

2056 scampered off in an instant. The pair weren't sure if they wanted to be alone with the Codmiester, but it didn't seem as if they had any other choice.

"Don't worry, loves," he said with a light purr. "Lets get you settled down, shall we?"

Writing by @plushii-gutz Art by @5t1nky-p1nky ♡♡

[nightmare-freakin-viper]

Recommendation

Cody Rhodes x OC(Andromenda Bahr)

Cody has the worst of luck, thankfully Randy has a good recomendation

Tags: @daddywrasslin, @jeysbvck , @alyyaanna

Cody frowned to himself as he looked at his phone. His usual gear maker was sick and she wasn’t able to work on the gear he had had in mind for the upcoming shows. He scrubbed a hand over his face, what was he going to do now? He stared at his phone again then jumped a bit at a knock on his bus’ door. Oh right, he was grabbing dinner with the guys. He had completely lost track of time. He looked up as Randy walked in with a raised eyebrow at him. 

“You forget about dinner?” He crossed his arms with a slight chuckle as Cody sighed, “No, my gear maker is sick and isn’t going to be able to make the stuff I need for the next event. And I don’t know anyone who can make it that fast.” He frowned to himself as he stood, taking a peek in the mirror that his suit and hair looked alright before gesturing to Randy to head out. Randy lead the way,

“I know someone, she actually makes my trunks. I thought I mentioned her before. Her name is Andromeda. I know she helps out a few of the others in pinches sometimes too. You want her number?” Cody followed Randy as they made their way to their uber. 

“Yeah, I mean it can’t hurt I guess. It’s better than nothing.” Randy snorted as he pulled his phone out and sent the number to Cody. “Don’t be a diva, Codes. If anyone can get it done on short notice, it’s her.” Cody simply nodded as he added her as a contact. Andromeda was an interesting name. He was actually surprised he’d never heard of her before, or if he did, he forgot. He opened to a new message and hesitated. How did he do this without sounding weird? He sighed again to himself as Randy chuckled at him and shook his head.

C: Hey. I hope this isn’t out of the blue but Randy gave me your number and I was hoping you could help me?

A: He did now did he? I might be able to! Depends on who i’m talking to though 🙂

Cody groaned to himself, he already messed this up.

C: I’m sorry. Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m Cody Rhodes. And Randy said you could help me?

A: 😂😂 Well, Hello Cody, I’m Andromeda. What do you need done?

C: My gear maker isn’t able to make what I need for the next event. Is there any chance you could?

A: Oh it should be no problem! I’ll just need your ideas and your measurements! So you can either send them to me or I’ll need to meet up with you! I’m actually in town, right now! I have Randy’s gear for him :) 

C: If you could stop by tomorrow, that’d be perfect.

A:No problem! I’ll stop by after I drop off the gear. See you tomorrow!

Cody stared at his phone a minute, well that had gone a lot better than he expected actually. He looked at Randy, 

“She’s going to stop over after she drops off your gear tomorrow actually.” Which made Randy snort at the man, “I told you she would help. She’s nice so don’t scare her off.” That made Cody give him an incredulous look, “If you haven’t scared her, I think I’m fine.” That just made Randy start laughing and he shrugged a bit. 

“I can’t say you’re wrong.” That made Cody shake his head as they continued their ride to dinner.

~~~

Andromeda quickly made her way to Randy’s bus and knocked on the door, holding her bags close to her as she looked around, trying to spy where Cody’s bus was beforehand. 

“Come in.” She blinked and pushed the door open as Randy stepped out from the kitchen, “Oh, hey Andromeda. You’re here earlier than I thought you’d be.” She chuckled as she set her bags on the couch before she pulled out the bag with his gear and set it on the table.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I should’ve sent a text. But I wanted extra time for Cody since I have no idea what he had planned. I looked up what he’s worn before. Does he always look like a 4th of July decoration?” Randy burst out laughing, leaning on the table as he did.

“He pretty much does, yeah.” He smirked as she nodded to his reply, amused how serious she was taking this. “He’s a good guy, and I appreciate you’re able to help him.” She snorted at this as she took his trunks from the travel bag, 

“You’re lucky that I’m flexible Randal and don’t chew you out for giving my number out to men.” She raised a brow at him before handing over the trunks for his inspection. Andromeda leaned on the counter as he turned them over in his hands,

“These are the best ones yet, Andromeda.” She smiled a little, “You say that everytime. Now get your big ass in the bathroom and try them on.” He held his hands, and trunks, up in innocence before making his way into the bathroom. She flopped on the couch, looking at her phone as she waited. She paused and shot Cody a message that she’d be there shortly. 

Andromeda looked up as she heard the door open and raised her brow as he walked out. She stood slowly, “They feel alright? Nothing bugging you?” She walked around him as he walked to the center of the room, “No, they feel great and look great like they always do. Thanks for talking me into the pops of color, they look so much better.” She snorted as she looked him over before leaning on the counter, 

“It’s almost like I know what I’m talking about,” She smirked as he rolled his eyes at her, “But, I’m happy you agreed. They look great. If you don’t need anything else, I’m good to go?” Randy nodded, “Yeah, all good here. If I think of anything, I’ll just message you. Now go deal with the diva.” That made Andromeda burst into laughter as she picked up her bag,

“That’s rich, coming from you Randal Keith Orton. Where is Cody’s bus from here?” That made Randy snort before he pointed behind him, “He’s two buses back, you can’t miss it.” She nodded as she headed to the door, “Thanks!” 

Andromeda followed the row of buses, her platforms loud on the pavement as she moved quickly. She stopped and giggled to herself, Randy was right. It was hard to miss. She shook her head at the bus before she went to the door and knocked hesitantly. Why was she nervous? He was just another client.

Yeah but he was also super cute from her research. 

Andromeda was knocked from her thoughts as the door opened, revealing Cody with a small smile on his face. She blinked before she smiled back, “I’m sorry I’m so early, I wanted extra time to talk and plan?” 

Oh no, he was cuter in person.

Cody nodded and his smile widened “It’s no problem at all, I’m an early riser anyway,” He stepped aside so she could come in, “I can’t believe Randy was up though.” She stepped in and started laughing, “I was surprised myself, usually I’m waiting for him” She gestured to the table, “Do you mind…?” He shook his head, his brows shooting up, “No! Not at all! Make yourself at home.” He scratched the back of his head as she set her bag down and sat, rummaging in said bag before she pulled her tablet out.

“Alright, let's start with the idea then we’ll do the measurements.” Andromeda smiled up at him as he moved to the coffee maker, “Would you like some…?” She blinked but nodded, “Yeah, I could go for some actually. Thank you!” She looked down at her tablet, opening a few tabs,

“While you do that, I did some research and got a vague idea of what your gear normally is like. Is there anything specific you were looking for this time? Starting with the pants.” She hummed softly to herself as he made the coffee.

Cody stared at the mugs as the one filled, “Well, I was thinking white as the base this time around since the last pair was red, maybe blue and yellow as the main accents?” She nodded as he talked, jotting things down, 

“Do you want the eagle shape in the front or back this time?” He looked at the back of her head, surprised. He hadn’t really thought that she had actually done research. He picked up the mugs and set one down by her, glancing at the tablet. Sure enough, she had several images of his gear pulled up and categorized, with notes and scribbles and sketches besides various ones. Wow. He sat opposite of her as she took a sip of coffee and looked up at her, 

“Well, I’m thinking on the back?I think it will look better this time around.” She nodded at him and looked back down before she took a few more notes, moving color ideas around. 

Cody studied her as she worked, sipping his coffee. Randy had shown him some pictures of her, and he realized he had remembered him talking about her before. He felt a little foolish that he hadn’t originally remembered. He watched as she moved things with her pencil then tapped her lip with the tip of the pen. He didn’t know what to expect but she was absolutely more gorgeous in person. He was knocked from his thoughts as she turned the tablet around, showing him some ideas,

“So, this is what I’ve come up with so far with what you told me and what I've researched. Obviously, I can change or tweak anything that you need. If you don’t like it, that is.” She sipped her coffee as he set his down and took the tablet, looking at the options. He was impressed, she really had his whole aesthetic completely down. He glanced between two, before setting the tablet down, facing her. He pointed, 

“Is it possible to put the buttons on these pants? Otherwise, it’s perfect.” She hummed and scooped it up, taking the pen and editing a bit. She turned it back around, “Like this?” Cody nodded and she smiled, scribbling a few more notes.

“Alright! So measurements are all I need!” She sat back, standing up. Cody followed suit, setting his drink down. She peered him up and down, as he moved to stand in the middle of the room. She walked around him, tablet in hand, taking notes as she needed. Before setting it down and taking out the tape. She gave a sheepish smile, “I know you’re a professional and all that, but I still apologize for where I have to measure.” He chuckled as he spread his arms out for her to measure them, then his shoulders, and torso length. She pulled the tape around his chest, measuring that then down near his hips. He watched as she worked, amused at the way her brows were furrowed as she concentrated on her work. She went and wrote all those down, before looking at him and rocking in her boots.

“So, the jacket….and specific wants or needs. They all have scales and are military style, is there anything else?” She looked up at him with a warm smile. He stared at her a moment, a small smile on his lips, “Besides that, no, not particularly.” He paused a moment as she stared at him, “You know what….I trust you can come up with something great. It just has to have scales, otherwise, you can design whatever you want.”

Andromeda stared at him before a grin split her lips and she looked back at her tablet excitedly, “Perfect! Thank you! I already have so many fun ideas! I never get to design coats or robes!” She giggled as she scribbled a few more things before setting the tablet down. He smiled as he drank more coffee and watched her rummage through her bag. She pulled out a measuring tape and opened another tab on her tablet, 

“So, uh, I have to do your inseam, so uh…” She scratched her cheek shyly and he chuckled, moving his legs, “It’s okay, I’ve only done this a few times.” She gave a shy smile, her cheeks pink. She knelt down, running the tape up the inside of his right leg, brushing his thigh as she did so. He blinked, ignoring it to the best of his abilities. She did the same to his other leg, writing them down. She wrapped it around his thigh, then the other and his calves. He looked anywhere but at her cause he wasn’t anticipating how different this would be with someone like her doing this. Maybe a crush was blooming, maybe. She was beautiful, and obviously talented and already knew his line of work. He mistakenly glanced down, watching as she worked. She had her lip between her teeth as she wrote, completely focused. She released it and he looked out the window. She did a few more things before standing up,

“I think that’s it for now…” She hummed and looked at him as he looked back at her, “If you think of anything though, please call or text me. Don’t be afraid to okay?” He stared at her but nodded, “I, I really appreciate this by the way. I’m really sorry that it’s so last minute.” She laughed and shrugged, rolling her sleeves up after she out her tablet away,

“Oh trust me, this isn't bad at all. Randy gave me a day once,” She rolled her eyes, “And I’m happy to help. He said you were a diva but I don’t get those vibes at all. Honestly, he’s one…..don’t tell him that.” She laughed sheepishly. 

Cody chuckled and scooped up his coffee, “I won’t trust me, I don’t need him on my ass too.” She giggled at that a bit as she put her stuff away before grabbing her own coffee, taking a sip. She tilted her head, 

“What’s that one?” She smiled at him, “It’s my favorite! It’s the constellation Andromeda! Ya know, for obvious reasons….and my other favorite….,” She turned, tugging up the back of her cropped hoodie, revealing moon phases on her spine, “These are my other favorite, they go all the way up my spine.” She turned and grinned at him as she fixed her shirt. 

“I do have one question though….” She gestured to her form, “I obviously have a lot of tattoos and piercings……so I have to ask….Why the neck tattoo?” Cody groaned in response and she couldn’t help but laugh as he sat on the couch,

“Okay, it wasn’t supposed to be this big!” She stared at him as she drank her coffee, “Alright….but they place the stencil don’t they….?” She held back a snort as he ran a hand down his face, “Yes but….look, it’s my brand!” She just giggled at his reaction, “I’m not judging, I was more surprised you had any if I’m honest.” He sighed as he looked at her before gesturing to her forearm, 

“Those are both very beautiful, and pardon me, but they suit you.” That made her bite her lip and smile, her cheeks red, “Well thank you, Cody! I take pride in them!” Cody smiled as she finished up her coffee. She set the mug down on the counter and grabbed her bags, “I don’t want to keep you, I know you guys have packed days. I should be done in a day or two or three if everything goes according to plan and you check off on everything.” Andromeda smiled at him, “I’ll give you updates, if that’s okay?” He stood, setting his mug down too, “That works perfectly, and yeah! I’d love updates.” She grinned, before holding her hand out for him, “Well, I’m very happy to be doing work with you Cody, and sorry if this is bold, hopefully I get to do more work for you.” He took her hand, definitely not noting how dainty her hand felt in hers and it wouldn’t be something he thought about. 

“I believe it just might. I thank you again for helping out on such short notice, Andromeda.” She let go of his hand and stepped to the door, “Just don’t make a habit of it.” She winked as she slipped outside, leaving him to stare at where she stood. He blinked and ran a hand down his face as he watched the goth woman disappear behind the bus next to his. He shook his head and cleaned up the mugs in silence before getting ready for the day. He most definitely didn’t notice that the bus still smelt like her rose perfume.

[silly-writes]

Heya! I just came across your content and I must let you know that the way you write the characters is very accurate and pleasing to read!! <333 Could you please write romantic headcanons for Gwen, Tyler, Harold and Cody with reader (fem or gn Idc) that is the goofy sweetheart kind? Like super fan of physical affection, sweet and super understanding and respectful of boundaries and who loves to make them smile and laugh (and who herself/themselves is always laughing and smiling).

Contestants with a silly sweetheart reader!

Omg thank you so much! I really try hard on my characterization so it makes me really happy to hear you say that :] and thank you so much for this request! I love this concept very much! Enjoy!

Gwen

Gwen probably takes a bit of warming up to the idea of someone who is just so unapologetically themselves and respectful. She almost just doesn't trust it.

It takes her a while to warm up to the physically affectionate part, but you're super intune with other people's emotions so you know better than to overstep.

She's so in awe of how you find every single one of her jokes funny, you laugh at things she didn't even think were all that funny.

You live to make her genuinely laugh, it doesn't happen that often, and since she's pretty reserved she stifles her laughter a lot.

You always tell her that it might not be so bad around you.

"You know it might be nice to hear you laugh for a change," you say in a lightly teasing manner, after you had just died of laughter over a joke she told.

"No way, I'm mysterious and quiet, remember?" She says, jokingly.

You chuckle a little more "don't tell me, you're afraid of getting smile lines like Mclane?"

She always loved to make fun of Chris with you, and she's struggling to breathe after you continue to lightly razz him.

"You don't think I'm being too nasty do you?" You asked softly after saying something that was just a little rude, even if it was Chris.

She snorts "You? I don't think you're capable of being too nasty. Or nasty at all for that matter."

The two of you pause for a moment giggling softly, as she elbows your side "maybe I am rubbing off on you just a little bit though."

Eventually she would warm up to the physical affection for sure, you just feel so safe to be around for her it's kind of hard not too.

Tyler

Tyler absolutely loves it

He loves your sunny and giggly disposition so much it makes him so happy to be around you always.

He loves physical affection too, and he loves even more than he doesn't have to be the one to start it.

I think he's probably used to being in relationships where he has to play the super manly role and do all the heavy lifting for a lot of the stuff, being the jock that he is.

But let's face it our boy is a big silly bimbo he just wants to chill and let you take the lead.

So he loves when you are super cuddly, and that you always ask to see what he likes, and that he can just be himself.

He'll laugh at every single one of your jokes, even if he doesn't get it at all.

"One sec babe, I gotta go to the bathroom," he said one day standing up from the couch

"Okay, don't fall in," You chuckle.

He laughed for a little bit until saying "I don't get it, fall into what?"

you just smile at him "don't worry about it, go do your business."

He smiles and jogs down the hall.

Harold

Harold likes to be taken seriously, surprisingly.

It's just that he's used to generally being treated like a joke, so he's really sensitive to being laughed at, something you pick up on right way.

You always make a note to make sure he really is making a joke before you laugh at anything he says, since sometimes with his past experiences it can come off (at least to him) as you tease him.

But he loves that you're always trying to make him laugh, with jokes that aren't about him, and aren't poking fun at him or his interests.

It takes him a little bit to get used to not being the butt of the joke with you, but after a while he gets it and feels much more comfortable with you.

He absolutely loves how physically affectionate you are, he is too, so it works out perfectly!

He loves holding hands with you, sometimes you'll take his hand in yours while he's talking.

He was rambling one day when you soundlessly slid your hand in his.

"What?" You chuckled softly "I was just getting invested."

"Really? You actually think this is interesting?"

You laughed a little bit and shrugged "well, duh."

He smiled at you before continuing his rant.

Cody

When I say this boy is obsessed.

He himself is always putting on his "cool boy" persona, so he very much appreciated getting to turn that side of him off when around you.

He laughs at every single one of your jokes, he thinks you're the funniest person around!

"I'm serious, you should do stand up or something," he suggests after absolutely crying laughing over a joke you told.

Despite having a very muted interest in that you smile at him "Really? You think so?"

"I do!" he really just thinks the world of you.

He likes being silly with you too, just leaning against each other, riffing off one another.

He likes that you're physically affectionate too, god please hold this boy.

He likes it best when you hold your arm around him when you walk, or when you two are talking slowly start to cuddle up against him.

You'll pretty much never hear him complain about it!

[kookidough]

sierra is sooooo complicated to me like. i could go on about her for so long & also i wish the writers did certain things with her character (which i will get into later in this rant) so ya here we go

firstly her childhood is . very clearly messed up?? it’s established that her mother is Ultra Obsessed with chris and i think sierra mentions being a 3rd generation chris mclean scholar at one point which implies that obsession just runs in the family atp😭 before even going on the show she’s grown up in an environment where this level of obsession is Normal so she doesn’t see anything wrong with turning out the same way

since her mother is like . obsessed with chris & stuff that’s probably what would bring sierra to watching total drama in the first place and i personally feel like she’d fixate on it because it was a group of teenagers her age, people she would like to be friends with if that makes sense? i can imagine she’d be a pretty odd child without many friends so that’d maybe be a reason for her to latch onto total drama, maybe why she latched onto cody too because like. she thinks he’s cute and they have things in common (like theyre both pretty geeky) so she gets pretty parasocial about it because, as mentioned before, her mum being obsessed with chris is just Normal to sierra so she thinks it’s normal for her to be obsessed with cody (spoiler alert girl: it’s really not)

while she’s on the show i feel like she doesn’t change / gets worse because chris sees her exhibiting Mental Illness and just… actively encourages her behaviour? and the other contestants do nothing to stop it, like how most of the time (e.g. paris) team amazon get mad at cody for sierra’s behaviour instead of helping him out for some reason??? no one tells sierra her behaviour is wrong so she just. Continues to get worse until shes out of the competition😭

this is where im gna interrupt with a canon divergence because like . personally i think in the episode where votes were revealed and cody was revealed to have voted sierra Every Single Time, sierra shouldve gotten over him!!!! it was the harsh truth she needed to hear, the dose of reality that cody is NOT interested in her and she needs to move on. she couldve had good character development, building her relationships with other characters and showing off her skills. maybe she’d still be eliminated in drumheller because she made cody that birthday cake as an apology and then kaboom or whatever idk just some way to keep her elimination the same

going down this train could’ve made her character in all stars Actually Interesting ! we couldve seen a side of sierra that kept some of her old eccentric vibes but had her head in the game this time instead of being focused on a boy, especially since cody isnt even in that season

and of course lastly i just wanna say i’m not excusing her weird actions or her creepiness at all, she has some Extreme Flaws and all the stuff she did was absolutely not okay, i just like rotting and seeing maybe why she acted the way she did and i wanted to drop my own two cents on interesting avenues her character couldve went down :3 i know everyone in td is some form of stereotype and sierra was an obsessive uberfan but she couldve still been that after getting over cody, in fact im disappointed that she knew SO much about the cast yet didnt use any of their weaknesses to her own advantage, she couldve dominated the competition😭

so uhhh yeah thats my thoughts on sierra, i probably over-read her to filth but shes very complex to me and i wish certain aspects of her character were done differently, she had a lot of potential especially in all stars but um Everyone had their potential destroyed in all stars so i’ll overlook that

[vodika-vibes]

For your follower event, could you write up something romntic for Cody with anemone and blue daisy? Please and thank you!

For Eternity

Summary: Commander Cody is exhausted, luckily for him, his girlfriend works on the Negotiator too.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope you like it!

Cody is exhausted.

The campaign that he just finished was supposed to be simple. Lasting no more than a month. But, as seems to be the norm lately, the information was wrong, and the month-long campaign turned into a four month long slog.

He’s exhausted.

So exhausted.

He’s not the only one. There’s a pall hanging over the men, leaving them quiet and solemn, and even General Kenobi doesn’t have the words to make them feel better.

They need a break.

Desperately. 

As exhausted as he is, Cody’s feet don’t bring him to his quarters. Instead he goes deeper and deeper into the ship, until he arrives at the small office where the single Droid Tech works.

He keys open the door and leans against the frame, his exhausted eyes taking in the scene before him. 

His cyare. His beautiful, kind, gentle cyare is sitting at her desk with a protocol droid stretched out on the table in front of her. And one of the Shinies, Cody thinks he goes by Pots, is standing at the side of the desk, a hopeful look on his face.

He folds his arms and he decides to listen.

“So,” Pots says as he moves closer to her, ��I was thinking, when we get back to Coruscant, maybe we could go dancing?”

“Pass.” She flips her goggles down over her eyes as she leans in to look at the droid’s inner workings, “No offense, but when we get back to Coruscant, I’m locking myself in my apartment until our next deployment.”

“Well, maybe you’d like some company?”

“No thank you.”

“But-” Pots takes half a step towards her, and Cody decides that it’s time to intervene.

His Cyare is only so patient, after all.

He clears his throat, and Pots jumps, though, Cody notes with amusement, his cyare didn’t even look up from her work. Of course, he’s pretty sure that her goggles have mirrors so she can see if someone comes in behind her.

“Commander!” Pots salutes hurriedly and takes several steps away from the table, “Apologies, sir, I didn’t see you.”

“Clearly.” Cody replies with an arched brow, “Everything alright in here?”

“Yessir,” Pots replies, “I was just asking her out on a date.”

Cody’s gaze drags across his cyare’s back, taking note of the tension in her frame. “I don’t think she’s interested, private.”

Pots hesitates, and his gaze flickers back to the woman and then back to his Commander, “yessir, so it would appear.” He says sullenly. He salutes one more time, and then hurries out of the room.

As soon as he’s gone, Cody steps into the room properly and allows the door to slide shut behind him. “Are you alright?”

“Mm. He would have given up eventually,” She sets her tools to the side and lifts her goggles to the top of her head, before she turns on her stool and favors him with a bright smile, her eyes crinkling at the corner with the force of her smile. “They always do.”

Cody leans against the wall and folds his arms over his chest, “They shouldn’t be bothering you at all. You’re a busy woman.”

“Well, that doesn’t stop you from bothering me.” Her voice is light and teasing as she gets to her feet. She walks over to him and lightly cups his cheek, “You look tired.”

“I am tired,” He admits as he brings his hand up and covers her hand with his own, before he turns his head to kiss the palm of her hand, “I was hoping you had some space for me?”

“What a silly question, I always have space for you.” She steps closer to him, and Cody allows himself to curl around her, his head slowly falling to her shoulder. 

He moves his hands to her waist, pulling her in for a tight hug. “This has been a very long campaign.” He murmurs against her neck.

“I know. But we’ll be home soon. And you can lock yourself in my apartment with me.”

“That sounds amazing.” Cody replies, his eyes close as she brushes her fingers through his short hair, “I have the hardest time sleeping without you next to me.”

“I’m sorry, love.”

“Not your fault. I’m the one who’s insisting on keeping this a secret,” Cody pulls away only long enough to lightly bump his forehead against hers, “If I knew that it was going to make your life more difficult-”

“Shh.” She presses a finger against his lips, “Cody, I can handle a few lonely men.”

He sighs, “I hate that they think that they can flirt with you. I…” He laughs, “I’m jealous.”

“Don’t be.” She traces his lips with one delicate finger, “I chose you. I will always choose you. Forever.”

“I’m not worried.” He replies honestly, “I just hate that they can spend time with you and I can’t.” Cody catches her hand, and laces his fingers with hers, “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“Almost as much as I love you?” She asks with a teasing smile.

Cody chuckles, “I love you forever.”

She favors him with a loving smile and stands up on her toes to brush her lips against his. “Forever is a long time.” She murmurs softly.

“My love for you is undying.” He replies, “Forever isn’t long enough.”

She presses closer to him, “Would you like to spend the night with me, Commander?” She asks.

“More than anything in the world.” He murmurs, and he knows there’s something hungry in his gaze based on how she’s averting her gaze and the flush rising up on her face. And then he exhales slowly, “But I should probably return to my quarters.”

There’s a glimmer of disappointment on her face, and Cody clutches her tighter. “Don’t look at me like that, cyare.” He murmurs, “I only have so much self control when it comes to you.”

“I’m sorry,” She whispers, “I just…I miss you.”

He laughs softly, “You aren’t playing fair, cyare.”

“Sorry.” But he knows that she doesn’t mean it.

He locks his gaze with hers for a moment, “I suppose,” Cody says slowly, “I can spend a little time with you. So long as I don’t stay all night.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” She replies.

“Mm. Can your project wait?”

“Absolutely.” She kisses him properly, and, just like every other time, Cody is lost.

[cyarikasmoon]

Good Girl

Commander Cody x Reader

Summary: When out for drinks with Commander Cody, things take an interesting turn…

Pairing: Commander Cody x f!reader

Word Count: 2,620

Warnings: smut, fingering, vaginal fingering, public sex, semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism , finger sucking, drinking, praise

Divider by: @freesia-writes & @lornaka

A/N: Request for my lovely friend @mrs2224 ! Hope they enjoy! X

You break your gaze from across the room to look at the person standing in front of you. A clone stands there, armour white and fresh and new. A shiny. Complete with the standard regulation haircut and the arrogance of a clone fresh out of the tube and having just landed on Coruscant.

“I have one, thanks though.” You raise the thin glass holding your cocktail as you lean against the bar.

“Looking pretty empty though. Let me order you another.”

You press your lips into a fine line and you try not to roll your eyes as the Shiny rests his elbow on the bar, smirking down at you. You turn away to face the bartender and hold up two fingers. The droid nods and moves away to prepare making the order. You had only planned on waiting for one more drink but this annoying encounter was proving you were going to need a few drinks in your system tonight.

“I am capable of doing that myself.” You state simply, downing the remaining dregs of your cocktail and putting the glass down.

Once the glass hits the counter, the Shiny takes your hand, thumb rubbing the top of it as he holds it in his grasp and you bristle. You glance up at him, irritation obvious with how you grimace.

“C’mon, there’s no need to be like that. Haven’t you ever wanted to be with one of the troopers that are protecting the Republic?” He drawled out, fully laying it on thick and you can only glare at him, patient now having worn thin.

“You’ve barely just left Kamino, tubie.” You sigh and rip your hand away when his grip loosens, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion with how you know that terminology.

“How do you-?” He begins to ask and your drinks arrive and are placed on the counter.

One is a repeat of the cocktail you had just finished and the other was a short glass of Corellian whiskey served neat. The Shiny’s face crumples up more in confusion at the different drink orders and you roll your eyes then.

“Look over there.” You nod your head into the direction you had been originally staring at.

The Shiny turns to look at a booth in the corner of the bar, in the low lighting but you watch as his eyes widen slightly. His face pales as he takes in the armour the colour of a sun, his bucket resting on the table so you can see the dark eyes staring at you and the Shiny; brows furrowed, long scar on his temple creasing slightly with his dark but still composed expression. He drums his fingers on the table as he watches. You smile at him before turning back to the Shiny, face full of annoyance yet again.

“Even though my boyfriend is the Marshal Commander of the 212th and I know you’re terrified of what he’s going to do.” You start off with, paying the droid and picking up the drinks. “But do know that I am quite easily capable of taking care of myself. He’s made sure I know how to do that.”

The Shiny stutters, trying to find his words to try and explain himself, apologise to you, apologise to the Commander focusing in on this interaction, to the droid behind the bar. You smile sweetly at him, forcing the expression.

“But remember this, if someone says no, respect it.”

You state simply before turning and walking away from the bar and back to the booth, the music drowning out the stuttering Shiny’s words. Commander Cody’s eyes follow you the whole way and as you get closer you notice the dark look in them, the brewing storm that's there even though he keeps his expression neutral. But you know he wasn't impressed with that Shiny’s brazen manner as his fingers continue to drum against the table in a slow methodical fashion.

You slide into the booth and his arm immediately comes around your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a low startled squeak at how you're pulled around the curved leather of the booth so you're snug against his side.

“You took longer than I thought to get those drinks.” His voice is low as he murmurs into your ear.

You sigh, a smile playing on your lips and you cuddle closer into his side.

“Sorry, there was a poor little Shiny that seemed to have lost his way.” Your murmur, crossing your leg over the other as you get comfy in the booth with him. Your dress rides up your thighs slightly.

He hums softly at that answer, turning forward again and picking up his glass of Corellian whiskey with his left hand and his right moves to rest on your thigh.

“That’s a pity. Did my girl help him?” He muses softly, sipping his whiskey, this thumb rubbing slow and soft against your exposed flesh.

“I told him to get lost pretty much.” You smile to yourself, thighs clenching slightly with how he grips you. “And to learn some manners.”

He chuckles softly. “That’s my girl.”

Your face flushes red at the praise but then your blush blooms as he moves his hand in between your thighs, forcing them to uncross.

“He was terrified when he spotted you.” You whisper to him, voice low and breathy. “The great Commander Cody.”

His grip on your thigh tightens as you watch him smirk, raising an eyebrow. You feel a rush of heat flow through your abdomen.

“He had every right to be scared.” He moves his hand to force your thighs to spread now and your breath falters. “I’ll look for his CT number and Commanding Officer tomorrow.”

“Why not tonight?” You ask but you already know the answer.

You saw the answer in his eyes as you were walking over. You saw the answer with how his fingers move between your thighs and now brush against your panties. Your breath hitches, trying to act normal but you can already feel yourself starting to get wet down there. There would be no time for paperwork and searching through security footage tonight.

“Take these off for me?” He asks so politely, voice so calm and collected as the pads of his fingers brush against the lacy material. “These are your nice new ones, no sense in ruining them tonight is there?”

“No.” You breathe out and the sudden pressure has a whimper escaping your lips. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Oh, thank the stars you were already sitting down. This was the Cody you were entertaining tonight it seems.

You’re nodding, wriggling in your seat as he moves his hand away. You move a hand under your dress to grab the waistband of the black lacy panties and slide them down your smooth bare legs and hook them off over your heels. Cody takes the small piece of fabric and immediately pockets them into a small compartment on his plastoid armour. You shoot him an incredulous look and he simply shrugs.

“For safekeeping.” He replies as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You go to reply but quickly silence yourself to prevent noise from leaving you as you feel a finger trace between your folds.

“Wet already, hm?” He chuckles low and all you can do is sit there still as he runs his fingers over your wet cunt. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Always.” You whisper, trying to control your heavy breathing at this moment.

Stars, he was doing this right in the middle of the bar. But it wasn’t... Not really. No one would know what was happening unless they focused in on the booth you were both in. The lighting was low and the patrons were either too busy drinking or dancing.

“Don’t want that little Shiny to help you?” He coos, breath hitting your ear and you can't help but let out a tiny whine.

“No! Don’t want him.” You turn to look at him, he’s so close your noses are almost touching. “Want you, Sir.”

His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before he’s kissing you. His presence is strong and powerful and he kisses you long and sweet and you melt into his embrace. As you lower your guard at this moment, is when his fingers press against your clit, rubbing it slowly.

You gasp out a moan, he silences it as kisses deep, his tongue swiping against yours.

“Now, now.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving to your jaw. “Can’t have you making those pretty sounds for everyone to hear.”

He kisses along your jaw and you breath heavily as you try to stay quiet. “We can't have everyone know how desperate you are for me.”

He gathers the wetness from between your folds and drags it up to your clit, his fingers rubbing in slow agonising circles. You can’t help but whine quietly, squirming from where you sit in the leather booth. Your eyes dart around the bar, on edge that you’re being watched. No one pays attention but it’s then you see the Shiny from earlier walking past and he casts a glance over, still looking embarrassed.

As he glances over at you, a finger sinks inside of your wet heat and you gasp, a moan escaping you. Cody continues to kiss along your jaw but you’re aware of how he tilts his head, he’s looking at the Shiny as well. The flustered clone’s eyes widen and he watches for one second, two, and then he's quickly turning and moving through the crowd in a clumsy manner to escape this encounter.

You feel Cody chuckle and you let out a shy giggle. That poor Shiny… Commander Cody wasn’t one to share or take lightly to someone trying to go after his girl. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back and closing as he sinks another finger into your wet cunt. You're becoming even more aware of the slick noises coming from under the table as two of his thick fingers pump in and out of you.

While you’re clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out, he sits back and picks up his glass of whiskey, sipping it with a hum of satisfaction. Your face is flushed as you glance at him with wide eyes, hips rocking to meet with his thrusts.

“You look so gorgeous like this, you know?” He comments easily, his eyes glancing back over to you and taking in your desperate movements, your flushed face and with how your dress has ridden up he can just see how his fingers disappear inside you. “My good girl…”

“Yes Sir.” You respond instantly, head feeling hazy and in that moment you don't care where you are, you just need him. You need Cody. You need- “I’m close.. ‘m so close…”

As you breathe these words out, a shudder leaves you as he curls his fingers just right, and oh, it feels so right. A glint in his eyes and an amused smile and you know you’re done for.

“Please… Please, let me cum.” You whisper, your hand now clinging onto his forearm covered in plastoid armour still.

He doesn’t say anything but he sips his whiskey and simply speeds up his movements. He sits there effortlessly, looking as if he is relaxing and enjoying his drink. No one else aware of how he is making you fall apart into a drenched mess as he fucks you deep with his fingers under the table.

You’re quietly gasping, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay good, not wanting to bring attention to your booth. Everything was too much, you thought as you felt your stomach tighten, the knot there too much. You were hot and dizzy and coiled up and everything felt too much, too tight as you clamp around his fingers.

You open your mouth to beg again when he shoves his fingers in deep for a final time, curling his digits in you just how you like and, stars above, his thumb pushes on your clit. Everything snaps and the whimper that leaves your parted lips is louder than you would've liked but he caught you off guard in that moment and he knew it.

He watches you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as you fall apart and soak his fingers. You clench around them as your body ripples with the orgasm that is pulled from you suddenly. Your eyes close and you slump back against the booth as he gently rocks his fingers, helping you work through it. You feel his fingers leave your sex and you open your eyes to find them in front of your lips and you shyly take two of his fingers into your mouth, licking your juices off and cleaning him up.

“My good girl.” He murmurs, voice hoarse. “My good fucking girl…”

You let go of his fingers and your chest still moves heavy as you try and regain some composure, aware of the wet mess between your thighs. He downs the rest of his drink and cups your cheek and pulls you close to kiss you deeply.

You can taste the spicy, warm whiskey on his tongue. The slight tang of your cum. You taste him. You lose yourself in him at that moment.

“Cody…” You whisper softly, opening your eyes gently and see him.

“You did so good for me.” He presses another kiss to your lips and looks over you. “Are you doing okay? How are you feeling?”

You smile up at him, feeling loose and happy and gooey as you lean into his hand that still rests on your cheek. His thumb slowly strokes your cheekbone and you nod slowly before you can find your words.

“Good… That was so good. Didn’t expect it but it was so good.” You grin up at him, cheeks heating up slightly again as his lips quirk up.

“Yeah? Well…” His hand moves slightly down your cheek and his thumb drags across your bottom lip. “Does my good girl want more?”

You nod embarrassingly fast. You had already cum hard in this booth once but stars was he addictive. You couldn't get enough of him. There were so many out there with his likeness, like that Shiny from before but there was no one who brought you to life like he did. Your Cody.

He smiles at your adorable reactions and he lets go of your face to your dismay. He picks up the thin glass with your cocktail, still sitting untouched and he passes it to you.

“Now, you’re going to take a moment. You’re going to drink this cocktail and once you’re done…” He nods his head towards the fresher in the corner of the bar. “Come find me.”

“Yes Sir.” You can’t help but grin up at him as he rises out of his seat.

“That’s my girl.”

He flashes you a smile one final time before leaving his bucket on the table for you to bring with you before walking through the patrons at the bar. Most move instinctively out of the way for the Marshal Commander. The man adorned in the colour of the sun and carrying so much grace and power on his shoulders.

All you can do is stare at his departing figure before you remember the drink in your hand and you quickly take long sips. The certain cocktail you had was one that was meant to be savoured and ingested slowly. The speed at which you drank it was not preferred but…

Your Commander was waiting.