#get Rex some caf pls

[phantasm-echo]

He is so eepy. So tired. He is so done with everything 😔

Plus a lil silly thing I doodles to go with it heheh

[starwarsbundle]

The Clone Wars Headcannons they probably deserve; pt. 1/6

And we are back, baby!

With what, I hear you ask? Why, THE CHAOTIC SHENANIGANS OF COURSE. Since ya’ll loved my Bad Batch Headcannons so much, now it’s finally time for the Clone Wars!

And who better to start out with than our sad-sassy-b1tch(tm), Obi Wan Kenobi?

(Also if you haven’t simped for this man at SOME point, you’re lying to yourself.)

Obi Wan is the kind of guy who is secretly ripped but no one realizes it - and that’s primarily because he always wears so many layers that he just comes across as soft. It was discovered at some point when he for some reason decided to spar shirtless, and every single Jedi who’d thought he was basically just a soft dad has gone 0_0 - until someone basically has to throw a robe over him like the Birth of Venus to keep everyone from melting in awe.

Drinks caf to live. Even in the low moments of the war, this man is a walking talking stress-bag, who DOESN’T get enough sleep - to the point where Cody has to basically file a restraining order on his General to force him to nap.

Fight flirts and Serious flirts. We all know Kenobi is the biggest sassiest flirt on the face of the earth, but here’s the thing - there’s two different types of flirt he uses, playful-I’m-not-actually-interested-in-you-romantically and seriously-can-you-take-me-on-a-date-or-marry-me-PLS. Cody and Satine mostly get the latter, but it is SO hard to tell the difference to the point where nobody knows whether to take it seriously or not. (Poor Cody takes it seriously)

FUN FACT: Rex is the only one who can tell the difference, and has been trying to help Cody figure it out for a while - with no success.

Is not the serious and sensible one of the Disaster Trio. Oh boy NO. He only looks sensible compared to Anakin - but away from him is basically the biggest disaster and danger magnet EVER SEEN. (Where do you think Anakin-dramatic-ass-Skywalker got it from, hm??)

Has great personal hygiene. Always smells like soft, sweet soap.

Is physically incapable of giving hugs (is touch starved(tm)) but would melt like butter in a hot pan into a hug. Might even cry a little too - he’s only held together by sass, stress, and caf, okay?

Is pedantic about having his robes ironed. He tried to drum this habit into Anakin - with many sighs and no success.

Absolutely has used his Disappointed(tm) Voice on everyone at some point. Cody has picked up on this voice and uses it on Anakin frequently.

Reads romance novels. Take this as you will.

Gimme Gimme Gimme A Man (After Midnight) by ABBA is absolutely his JAM. (Also if you haven’t listened to this song and thought of Kenobi, where’ve you been?)

Has a sweet tooth - and unfortunately no time to indulge it.

Obi Wan Kenobi… I swear everyone new to the SW fandom is like “no I will not simp for this man”, and then has the biggest Obi Wan simp phase ever.

[syndullqs]

soft mornings — clone trooper headcanons

summary — what soft mornings look like with some of our favorite troopers

warnings — painstakingly soft, gn!reader, some cheeky moments with cody, might be a part 2

note — UH YEAH ITS BEEN A MINUTE HI! this won the poll so it’s FINALLY out. sorry if it sucks…pls enjoy!

arc trooper fives

shore leave with fives is not short of fun

but there’s also moments where the two of you just need to relax together

you’re sipping a cup of caf one morning, reading something on your datapad when fives walks in, his hair tousled which is coupled with the grey sweatpants

aka he’s lookin fine af

he sits down next to you on the couch, and you watch him as he settles his head on your shoulder

fives is clingy, but especially in the mornings

you set your datapad down on your lap, and with your free hand your buried your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

which earned you several grunts and moans from fives

“you’re a mess,” you would tell him, and he’d only bring himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“but i’m your mess,” he’d look up at you with the biggest brown eyes full of love and ugh

once that man gets caf in his system though it’s over

captain rex

due to unpopular belief, rex is not a morning person

like he would rather be stuck in bed, curled up with a blanket than be anywhere else

so when he is on shore leave, the bed is his best friend

not that you would be complaining

the sun would be peaking through the curtains, brushing against his skin, casting shadows on his muscles.

aka he looks ethereal

you sit yourself on your elbows, running a hand over his back and leaning over to press kisses between his shoulder blades

rex just groans, not wanting to wake up and face the day, but also the feeling of your touch is sending him through the roof.

“good morning, my love,” you would hum in between kisses to his shoulder blades

“mornin’,” he mumbled back.

aka an absolute softie

mornings with rex are always soft, always warm, and always safe

rex has never felt safer whenever he’s with you on shore leave

captain howzer

now this man, THIS MAN, is a morning person and boy does it show

he loves getting up before you when he’s on shore leave, making you breakfast and a hot cup of caf

he loves the quiet mornings despite how rare they are

you’d get up after feeling his lack of being there, following the smell of breakfast

you’d wander into the kitchen, find howzer standing with his back to you

shirt off ofc

you’d wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek between his shoulder blades

a very sweet and very warm moment for the both of you.

the feeling of your arms around him secures him in place, it tells him he’s ok.

you’re his safe place

“smells absolutely amazing,” you hummed, earning a deep chuckle from howzer

“glad it does, it means i’m not burning it,” he replied as he twisted his body to kiss you on top of your head.

howzer loves cooking, even if he’s not that great at it

you definitely teach him

mornings with howzer are soft, but be ready because the slowness to the morning doesn’t last long with him

commander cody

if there’s anyone out of this bunch who’s cheeky in the mornings it’s cody

but he has his soft moments too

he doesn’t stay in one position all night, he’s definitely one who will fall asleep one way and wake up another.

he wakes up first, and when he sees you’re still asleep?

he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

he’ll watch you for a bit before he brings you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms

you would slowly wake up, but would melt right back into his touch.

it would be all soft, cody running his fingers up and down your back

and then he’d start kissing your neck

“cody!” you would squeal out in surprise

“what? you’re my breakfast,” he’d say casually

“whatever, lover boy,” you would blush.

his hands would roam, but they would respectfully

he never would do anything you weren’t comfortable with

so, mornings with him were always a little cheeky, but always soft and warm

commander wolffe

wolffe isn’t used to being on shore leave, no matter how many times he’d done it

but for some reason whenever he started dating you he eased up

clearly there’s an obvious reason

mornings are rough for him

he’s up early, sitting in the living room, with his sweats on and a hot cup of caf in his hands

mind you it’s not even light out

but you feel an absence without him, so you crawl out of bed and wander into the living room

“hun?” you softly called to him, and he turned his head to face you

wolffe definitely doesn’t get good sleep

so, when he sees you wander into the living room, his shoulders sag and he relaxes.

“couldn’t sleep, so just came out here,”

you sit yourself in his lap, and he absolutely loves it

he loves you being close to him; it helps him relax and it does help him sleep

the two of you would sit there, in silence, and wolffe would focus on you and your presence

you’re his grounding point, and no matter how quickly sleep evades him, you always manage to help him rope it in

commander fox

we all know that fox isn’t a morning person. like, at all.

when he gets a chance to sleep in, much less sleep at all, he’s sleeps HARD

fox is also a cuddle bug, fight me

like he wants to be close to you, but he doesn’t want nor like anyone knowing that about him

mornings with him are always started with him refusing to wake up

“we’ve got to get up, my love,” you’d groan, trying to wiggle out of the tight grasp he had you in

“i’m off, no we don’t,” he’d mumble into your neck, causing shivers to crawl down your body.

so you would lay there, your fingers threading through fox’s curls

he’d feel the safest with you, he’d feel seen by you, and those two things were the most important things to him, besides you of course

“what if i make you breakfast and caf?” you hum into his ear

now, that gets him going

“i’ll get up for that, especially since you’re making it,” he lifted his head out of the crook of your neck and kissed you

you’d end up laying there still, by the way

probably end up falling back asleep because who wouldn’t want to cuddle fox and tell him he’s gonna be ok

[captn-trex]

technical devotion, part three: decryption

content warning: mentions of eating habits (not presented as an ED but if that sort of thing upsets you pls read with caution)

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Kan slumped down unceremoniously onto the bench, taking a large cup and filling it to the brim with caf. Echo and Rex looked to each other and then back to her in worried glances. She had prominent bags under her eyes, and a sloppiness to her movements

“Did you actually sleep at all last night?” Rex asked hesitantly.

Kan brushed past the question, “I didn't find anything yet” She yawned, “It appears that most imperial communications are under several layers of encryption, so I've been working to decrypt them”

“You finished the transmission intercepting device already?”

“Last night” She said, glancing towards Echo, taking a long sip of caf.

“And you were… monitoring it all night?”

“No” She said plainly, “I was trying to decrypt it all night”

Echo almost winced at the thought of it. He didn't get too much sleep, but no sleep at all, especially with so little the night before, She must feel awful, he thought.

Kan finished her caf and stood, “Well, back to it” She tried to sound more awake but it came out sounding somewhat slurred.

Echo barely saw Kan over the next few days. She turned up at lunch, marginally more awake than she had been at breakfast, but missed dinner, and didn't return to the barracks that night either. The next day she missed breakfast, turned up for lunch but got her food and took it back to her office, and then missed dinner again, not turning up for the whole day after that.

Echo had to admit that he was more than a little worried about her, which only intensified when he had periodically seen her ever-darkening undereye circles. After not having seen her in the mess the whole day, he decided that he'd take her some food.

As he approached her office, he found the door open, and Kan was sat cross-legged on her chair, bent over her desk and fiddling with something while simultaneously looking over the holoscreen of her computer.

Echo cleared his throat and she let out a short squeak, jumping at the noise, then looked back at him with her glasses hanging skewed on the tip of her nose.

“Echo” Kan smiled as she pushed her glasses atop her head, a warm and inviting expression that seemingly always accompanied his name when greeting him. He had to admit that he enjoyed the way his name sounded in her specific accent.

“Hey” He said, a small smile of his own making an appearance, “I brought you some food”

“Oh, thank you! That’s so kind, is it lunch already?” She said as she dropped whatever was in her hand and stood.

Echo looked at her with a mixture of amusement and worry, “This is dinner”

Kan’s eyes widened, “What?”, She scrambled to find her datapad, looking at the time, “Oh maker, I’ll try and keep a closer eye on the time from now on”

Echo held back a grin at her sheepish expression, then the part of him that was worried about her took over, “You should really make sure you eat, and sleep, you haven’t been back to the barracks in days”

“Yeah I’ve been staying in here” She said, stepping through the mess of her office carefully. It seemed that there were little foot holes, a path that would only allow her small feet to enter. Kan took the food from him with a smile and stepped back the way she came.

“How do you manage to sleep in here? let alone work” Echo said, and as Kan turned to him she was delighted to find a small grin on his face.

She shrugged, “I don’t know, I mostly just fall asleep at my desk”

Echo shook his head and stepped back, “Alright, well try and make it back into an actual bed tonight maybe”

“Yes sir” Kan gave a little salute, then settled back in her chair, going back to what she was doing before he arrived.

Echo watched her for a second longer, feeling, once again, completely endeared by her demeanour. He chewed on the corner of his bottom lip, trying to decide whether he should feel so charmed by someone who was, for all intents and purposes, a colleague. Echo had never been confronted with the issue before, given that he had always worked alongside his brothers. He then left without a word, leaving the door open as he had found it.

Despite Echo’s suggestion, Kan didn’t make it to bed that night, and Echo was almost of the mind to go back to her office and force her to get some proper rest. Almost. She then missed breakfast and lunch the next day, and Echo couldn't help but feel on edge.

It irritated him to no end that he couldn't focus on the task at hand. In the grand scheme of things, that being bringing down the Empire, but he couldn't even pay attention properly as him and Rex drew up a plan for his upcoming mission. Especially when said distraction came bursting into the room, a thin sheen of sweat coating her forehead and out of breath. Wasn't her office just down the hall?

Everyone turned and looked to the loud entrance, their questioning eyes landing on Kan.

“I decrypted the transmissions” She huffed out, taking a moment to breathe, “I've got something I think you'll want to hear”

“What is it?” Rex stood up straight, bringing his hands away from the central holotable.

Kan walked over quickly, and gestured to the holotable, “May I?”

Rex stepped back with a nod, and Kan quickly brought up a map of a sector in the outer rim territories, “They were talking about a planet in the Savareen sector, the Tyrius system I think… here!”

She zoomed into the unnamed planet and looked for the area they were talking about, “If I'm remembering correctly… yes, it's here” She pointed at a valley, “They've recently constructed a facility here, sounds like a prison of sorts, but they didn't use that word. They said they were sending clones there to be ‘processed’, but they didn't say what that meant. They implied that they would be sent elsewhere after this ‘processing’ though” She spewed out the words she had heard loud and clear through her headphones just minutes before.

“Did they say anything else?” Rex asked.

“No, just a lot of… nasty words about clones really” She said, then cursed herself for even giving that unnecessary information.

“Okay, thank you Kan, that's very useful intel, we'll get looking into it immediately” Rex smiled at her gratefully, but she could see that the information also weighed heavily on his mind as he looked back to the map.

“Alright, I'll continue to monitor this channel, see if I can find out anything else” She said, and turned on her heel to leave.

Echo watched her form slink out of the door, and the other clones in the room went back to whatever it was they were doing before she had entered. Echo looked up to Rex, who had taken a seat on the crate behind him, a slightly far-away look in his eyes. He could see that the weight of running this operation was finally beginning to wear him down.

“I think I'm just going to take five Echo, you do the same” Rex spoke, his eyes raising to his brother’s for a moment before he sat back against the wall and closed them.

Echo nodded with a pain in his chest for his brother, and wordlessly left the room, making his way to the person he couldn't stop worrying about.

“Kan” Echo called out from the end of the hallway, and she turned around, “You should eat something”

“I'll get something at dinner” She continued in the direction of her office, but Echo caught up to her in just a few strides, gently grabbing her forearm to stop her.

“You need to eat”

“I've got to monitor the chan-”

“Kan you haven't been taking care of yourself, you can't stop the Empire if you make yourself unwell” Echo kept the slight feeling of desperation out of his voice.

Kan saw a hint of something she couldn't place in his usual plain expression and bit the inside of her cheek. “Okay” She said quietly, and started walking in the direction of the mess. When she realised that Echo hadn't followed after her, she turned and looked at him, her usual smile making its return.

“Do you fancy joining me?”

Echo saw how eager she was and only hesitated for a moment before he gave in, walking over and falling into step with her as they made their way to the mess in a comfortable silence.

Kan entered the kitchen to see what she could find. She opened the door to the refrigerated room with a small grunt, it taking more effort than she had bargained for, having to put her whole body weight into it. Echo watched with a small amount of amusement, then rolled his eyes at himself for once again finding the most simple of her actions to be endearing, cute even. Maker, just shut up, he told the little voice in his head that brought the thought forward.

Kan and Echo took their seats opposite each other at their usual table, and Kan dug into the yoghurt pot she had taken. Echo was quiet, finding it equally awkward to watch her eat and to look away as she did so. Instead, he tried making some kind of conversation.

“You didn't come back to the barracks last night”

Kan looked up, “Yeah, I was decrypting all night”. Echo wanted to say something, but she continued, “I think I just get tunnel vision, you know? Like I can't stop doing something until I've finished it” She sighed, “This decryption has taken longer than I would've liked really”

“You should really make time to sleep and eat” Echo said, a reluctance to say that he was worried about her but still feeling he should express the sentiment.

“Okay, dad” She chuckled, giving him a playful look, and Echo supressed the amused smirk that threatened to take over his face. They settled into silence again for a moment.

“How have you been settling in?” Echo asked.

“Um, alright, I guess. I haven't really talked to many other people I suppose” Kan admitted, a shrug in her shoulders.

“You could maybe sit elsewhere at meal times if you wanted?” Echo suggested innocently, but Kan looked at him with a painfully noticeable amount of hurt.

“Right, yeah, I could” She said, looking down.

Echo only meant to offer a solution but instantly regretted his words, and especially when it came to dinner time and she was sat across the room, mingling with another group of clones.

“I've never been lucky enough to meet a Mirialan before” The clone who had introduced himself as Oscar leaned forward and said, a certain cockiness about him.

“Is it everything you dreamed of?” Kan smirked slightly at his expression

“And more” He sent her a disarming smile and she chuckled at him, rolling her eyes slightly as she ate.

“Steady on Oscar” Another of the clones laughed at his brother, elbowing him in the ribs as he took his seat, “Howzer, nice to meet you”

She went to shake his hand, but he took it and held it to his lips, kissing the back of it. The action caught her off guard and her face flushed slightly.

“Alright, leave some for the rest of us for once Howzer” The clone named Teddy said, pushing his brothers shoulder over the table.

Kan liked the way clones interacted with each other. They really brought out the more playful sides of their brothers, most likely in reaction against the percieved single-use purpose of their existence.

“Don't you usually hang out with the bigwigs? What's got you over here?” Teddy asked her.

“No reason” She shruged, not wishing to admit that she'd felt pushed out by Echo.

“Well, their loss is our gain” Howzer smiled charmingly, the smooth words dropping from his tongue easily.

“I was gonna say that” Oscar grumbled and Kan smirked to herself.

“So what do you guys do around here?” She asked the group.

“We're a retrieval squad. The Captain here fancies himself a command position though” Oscar gestured to Howzer.

“You're a Captain?”

“What, you could tell by his sense of self-righteousness?” Teddy joked, earning a laugh from Kan.

“Shut up you two” Howzer rolled his eyes with a smile, “Yes, I'm a Captain”

“Cool” She donned her usual smile.

“I'm guessing by your performance in the command centre earlier that you're the new technical hire?” Howzer raised an eyebrow to question her.

“Yeah that's me” She smiled, adding a small salute “Sir”. Howzer chuckled at the pretend formality.

“What kind of performance did you put on?” Oscar asked with a sly smirk, earning a kick under the table from his brother.

“Maker, get your head out of the gutter Oscar” Teddy groaned, but Kan just chuckled at him.

“I've been working to decrypt imperial communications, I finally broke through and yeah, found some pretty useful information”

“So you're like, really clever then” Teddy stated and she smiled to herself.

“Sometimes” She shrugged, her eyes wandering across the room to where she usually ate at meal times. Her eyes found Echo’s stern gaze, and she offered him a small smile as she always did. He didn't return it this time, and looked away from her, leaving her feeling dejected once again.

[the-lady-of-stars]

The Clones in order of age according to my headcanon and how they are with their brothers

Is there actually a canon list of which clones are older than others or have we just decided who are big brothers and who are little brothers lmao. Here are my headcanons from oldest to youngest - ft. the boys being cute

1. Fox - he gives me serious big brother energy. Has a big professional job in the Coruscant guard and downs another black caf every time he hears about what his younger brothers on the field are getting up to. Dad energy, if you will. Someone please give that man a break.

2. Wolffe - Grumpy old man. Will not take any shit from his younger brothers. Boost please sit down. No you cannot try to juggle with bombs. Yes I'm serious. Named himself after a Wolf because his big brother named himself after a Fox and he wanted to be like him. Fox gave him his first drink. They sit in the back corner of 79s together and complain about their little vod'ika.

3. Cody - Middle child energy. Workaholic who is inspired by all the hard work his big brothers do. Is considered a reliable big brother by the young clones but is considered cute little baby Kote Cody by his big brothers. Gets teased by them because he always makes sure every single hair on his head is in perfect place. Extremely protective over Rex. Only drinks expensive whiskey while his younger brothers down mysterious glowing blue shots at 79s.

4. Rex - sweet little Rex'ika. Definitely the youngest of all the commanding clones. They are extremely protective of him. Cody buzzes his hair for him so he doesn't miss anything (he's a natural blond). Rex could sneeze and his brothers would feel proud of him bc look at their baby bro all grown up and a Captain. How cute. Goes to his big bros for comfort when he gets sad and they tell him anything from war stories to what happened last wednesday at 79s until he falls asleep because that's what they used to do to calm him down when he was little. Is babey.

5. Kix, Jesse, Fives, Tup - the second-to-youngest. Somewhat sensible but still have to get told off by their older brothers 20x a day. Rex has to come to the medbay at 3am and convince Kix to go to bed bc that boy works way too hard, Kix pls sleep. Fives and Jesse repeatedly bring contraband sugary snacks into the barracks and share them together while hiding under the bed covers with a holopad watching shitty movies at midnight. Actual kids. Rex knows but lets them away with it because his lil bros deserve some fun after all their hard work. Everyone teases tup for his luxurious mane. He does not care and knows that he is beautiful. Gets contraband conditioner.

6. Echo and Dogma - the very definition of 'I'm baby.' The babiest in fact. They're the youngest by far and that makes everyone extremely defensive over them. Their brothers order them Capri Suns at 79s. On a mission and there are only two blankets to go around? Guess who's getting them. Dogma can be a little naive but his brothers look out for him. Echo is a strong independent clone who don't need no man. But help him get his straw in his Capri Sun please it's tricky.

[crispyjenkins]

Thot obiwan... just him being a thot and happy (it’s what he deserves) pls no obitine lol

(went a poly route with this cause i wasn't sure how to write thot!obi without making myself uncomfortable, so instead have poly obi and his seven partners! it’s like scott pilgrim except obi’s still dating them all. a mix of triads and Vs here! because i’m soft for big polycules

couldn’t get to more detail in such a short fill, but all ships are tagged if there’s any confusion! (ノ*´◡`) i will absolutely be returning to poly!Obi in the future.)  

Rex promptly, and calmly, chokes on his first sip of tea.

  Cody sighs, because he isn't exactly clear on the details either. "Yes, all of them. "

  "Is that... Is that... allowed?"

  "High General Ti is also on the council, it must be." The last twenty five hours since rescuing his general and the rest of Ghost Company from Ventress’ latest plot have been rather confusing for Cody, from Obi-Wan’s debrief to the holocall with the council, to Obi-Wan’s four other holocalls that Cody isn't entirely sure he was meant to see. He supposes he should feel grateful that Senator Organa had recently returned to Alderaan, or it could have been more. 

  Rex's eyes go distant as he does the math, a couple of brothers ducking around them where they've stopped in the middle of the hall. "That's... five people, Cody."

  "Yes, Rex, I can count." He grabs Rex's elbow to start steering him towards the hangar again, where they’re supposed to be greeting some new Shinies in less than five minutes. 

  "But what about Ventress? And isn't General Fisto—"

  "With Bly and General Secura? Yes. As for Ventress, as far as I can tell, the General... is simply like that with everyone he fights." It certainly calls into question quite a few "interactions" Cody has witnessed in his two years at Obi-Wan’s side, anyways. Fett's left sheb, does he have to worry about Ohnaka?

  For all that Rex had been CC track just by being smart, he doesn't seem any more sure of the situation than Cody is. "Fett's left sheb," he agrees, bewilderedly tossing his flimsi cup of tea into a waste receptacle without actually having drunk any. "Bly never said anything."

  Cody grunts and thumbs the edge of the helmet in his hands. "He isn't involved with General Kenobi."

  "Cody, brother, that doesn't make sense." He punctuates the notion with a wild swing of his hand, narrowly missing a tech clone, who takes one look at the two of them and decides he isn't going to try and go toe-to-toe with two war heroes. "Where did you hear this? If it was Fives, you should know by now–”

  “The General told me himself.” Sort of, anyways — Obi-Wan is rarely blind to his surroundings, and he had not dismissed Cody after the debrief with the council, so he must have meant for him to see. Why he had been meant to see is still up for debate, especially when Cody had waited all of four hours before telling Rex; no secrets among brothers, or what have you.

  “I suppose what the generals do in their spare time is their business,” Rex mutters. “And it’s not as if the Jedi are anything the longnecks said they were, anyways. But Kote...”

  He could do without the pitying look Rex gives him. “As you said: it’s their business. It wasn’t, and isn’t, any of mine what the General does off the field.”

  “If you say so, brother.” He pats Cody’s shoulder, far gentler than the situation perhaps warrants. “What a way to find out, though; I don’t know what I’d do if I knew Skywalker was romancing around with half the council.”

  Cody sort of wishes Waxer hadn’t tossed out the rotgut Wooley’s had cooked up the last time they were planetside. “I won’t tell you about Senator Amidala and Senator Mothma, then,” he sighs, just to see Rex turn as white as Shiny armour.

-

  Senator Organa breaks away from the little party that had greeted The Negotiator in the Temple hangar and approaches Cody with a smile perhaps even kinder than his general’s. 

  “Welcome back to Coruscant, Commander,” he says pleasantly, folding his arms behind his back and settling next to Cody to observe General Ti fuss over Obi-Wan’s injuries.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “I think I can speak for everyone,” Organa nods to Obi-Wan’s entourage, “when I say we are indebted to you yet again.”

  Cody blinks at him, thankful he can hide his incredulity inside his bucket. “Sir?”

  Turning his smile back to Cody, Organa puts a hand on his shoulder not unlike a brother would. “None of our positions allow us to watch his back, and certainly not as well as you do. I’m sure you can understand our worry.”

  “I suppose so, sir,” Cody says carefully, not convinced that Organa isn’t trying to catch him up in a lie. “If I may, sir,” Organa waves for him to continue, “I’m not entirely sure I know what we’re talking about.”

  “Hm, perhaps that’s fair,” Organa chuckles. “I apologise for having to speak so mysteriously, but one can never be too careful. I merely meant to thank you, and to encourage you to talk to him; for all that the Jedi are not hierarchical, he worries about his position above you. And Obi-Wan is no blushing Alqull, but he would not impose himself on you.”

  “... Sir.”

  “Yes, yes, more mystery. Just talk to him.” Organa leaves him with one last smile and a pat on the shoulder, and Cody wonders if Waxer had spiked his caf that morning. 

-

  The 212th had lost enough brothers in their last entanglement with Ventress that they return to Kamino immediately after Coruscant, General Ti all too happy to join them aboard The Negotiator; the brothers are delighted to learn she prefers to stand against their general’s back, lekku and arms absolutely dwarfing him, and Obi-Wan lets her. 

  They keep separate quarters, though Cody isn’t sure how much of it is for keeping up appearances. 

  As high strung as he is after his conversation with Senator Organa, Cody is relieved when they finally dock in Tipoca City and he can hand babysitting the 212th over to Waxer. He loves his men, truly, but being cooped up with them for a tenday in hyperspace is far from his favourite pastime.

  When Cody joins Obi-Wan for their trek to the training levels, Obi-Wan takes one look at his harried expression and laughs — Cody would like to believe it’s because he knows what Cody’s thinking, rather than any sort of Jedi-mind-reading-nonsense.

  Taun We meets them on the way, prattling about the “improvements” they’ve made since the last batch, and Cody pays attention because he has to, but the general’s little smile aimed in Cody’s direction does nothing to help him concentrate.

  Alpha-17 greets them as soon as Taun We opens the door to one of the training rooms, and Cody finds he’d actually missed the old hardass; it isn’t every brother that can call High General Yoda a toad to his face and get away with it, just by virtue of being Alpha-17.

  And then Alpha sees Obi-Wan and actually smiles, and Cody updates his mental counter to six. He had forgotten how much time Alpha had spent with the 212th before Cody was assigned, forgotten that it was Alpha with Obi-Wan when Ventress first kidnapped him; perhaps the holodramas are right, that shared trauma is a simple step away from romance.

  Kriff, he could have gone his whole life not picturing Alpha trying to romance absolutely anyone.

-

  “You haven’t asked,” Obi-Wan observes, hands folded under his chin across the desk from Cody. The teapot between them steams gently, filling Obi-Wan’s quarters with a haze of shiso and ginger that settles Cody’s nerves rather than stokes them.

  “Sir?”

  “Come now, Cody: we’ve worked together far too long for that.”

  And Cody snorts a laugh, even as he turns back to the datapad in his hands. “I did not think it my business, sir.”

  “Hm, and your conversation with Bail?”

  Cody glances up. “Are you laughing at me, sir?”

  The soft smile from Kamino is back on his general’s lips, making Cody all too aware of his helmet on the other side of the room. “Perhaps a little, Commander – your play for stoicism is as amusing as always.

  “I don’t know what you refer to, General, I did not lie: I have not asked because it is not my business, and if there was more to discuss, I knew you would bring it up again.” With an inhaled sigh, Cody sets his datapad back on the desk and faces Obi-Wan properly, because he isn’t a cadet, and he isn’t what-are-emotions-what-is-responsibility Skywalker. “Clearly you have more to discuss.”

  “Bah, you make it sound like a chore, Kote.”

  He raises a brow. “When I was assigned to the 212th, General Vos warned me of your politician-speak, sir. Any conversation with you is a chore.”

  Obi-Wan startles out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners as if just to remind him that there are lines on his face from more than just war. “Captain Rex tells me you get that snark from Alpha, but I must say I think it is a family trait.” Smiling behind his fingers, Obi-Wan tilts his head as if Cody were an especially endearing puzzle. “I’m afraid I don’t quite know how to navigate this conversation, my friend: I don’t believe I was the instigator of any in the past.”

  “More politician-speak,” Cody chides without heat, but knows what he means anyways. “And you thought I would instigate, if you left it long enough?”

  “Well, I hope I’ve created an environment where you and your brothers may speak your minds–”

  “General,” Cody interrupts boldly, and Obi-Wan just keeps smiling at him, “I have it on good authority that none of my brothers have been the one to broach this subject first.”

  “Mhm,” he chuckles, “Yes, I did hear about Commander Bly and Kit, and about Commander Choke with the 202nd.” Poor Shiny, Cody thinks, fresh out of ARC training when she met her general for the first time; the other battalions hadn’t stopped laughing about it for months.

  “Sir, the freedom the Jedi have given us undermined nearly everything the longnecks brought us up to believe; if you are unsure of what to say, I’m hardly going to be more prepared.”

  “Hm, perhaps we ought to be blunt with each other, then? Avoid the politician-speak entirely?”

  “Yes, perhaps that would be better, sir.”

  “Then, Kote, I would very much like to kiss you.”

  “Only if you’ve brushed your teeth since you kissed Alpha.”

  Obi-Wan throws his head back and laughs.

[clonesandmoans]

Could you write some Jesse fluff pls? Like cudling with Rex and Ahsoka? Maybe he survived or there was no order 66 at all and Anakin never fall and everyone happy?

4am fix-it time xox -rina

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Jesse wakes with a start.

His neck cricks painfully as he wrenches himself out of the uncomfortable position he’d fallen asleep in, straightening in the chair of the cockpit as someone stirs next to him in the pilot’s seat.

The dusty blonde of his commander’s head tinges the edge of his vision, but from the looks of it, Rex is asleep too—a fact that would have concerned Jesse had they not been coasting through hyperspace. His joints crack as he stretches his legs, and a chuckle from his left catches the sliver of his groggy attention. He turns to find Commander Tano behind him, swirling what looks to be a cup of caf with her pinky. “Was wondering which one of you’d wake up first.”

Jesse grimaces. “How long was I out?” He regains his sense of smell the more he wakes, and finds the rousing scent of caf enticing enough to ask, “And where’d you get that?”

Ahsoka ignores both questions to hand him the datapad tucked under her arm, screen blazing with white text and blinking red dots. Coordinates—updated ones, from the looks of it. “New intel from Anakin. They’ve narrowed the location down to Ponemah.” The last of Jesse’s drowsiness evaporates into oblivion at the news, and he straightens to meet the Togruta’s eyes determinedly. “Tech’s traced the distress signal from the Obtrexta III. It’s been stationary for a while, so my guess is that it’s crashed.”

Her words are delivered carefully, like she’s warning him of a possible outcome, but Jesse feels more alert and hopeful than he has for weeks—which is saying something, since the last couple days had seen the almost-fall of the Republic and the defeat of the undercover Sith Lord by none other than his former General. While the restructuring of the government had fallen to the Jedi, Rex and Jesse had taken the chance to covertly ‘borrow’ a ship for an off-the-books mission with the help of one Skywalker and Kenobi. Jesse had refused to wait through any of the red tape bureaucratic bantha shit for this, and Ahsoka had been more than happy to tag along while she contemplated returning to the Order.

He didn’t blame her. After what she’d endured at the hands of her former Council, he honestly thought she was better off. She seemed grown, more mature—and the thought of her return to command had elated him, until he’d soon realized there wasn’t a war to fight or command in anymore. The fate of the clones was another issue sure to be lost in the politics. Jesse had no patience for it.

He shakes his head, turning forward to face the stars blazing by overhead. A hand falls on his shoulder and squeezes tightly, encouragingly. “He’s alive. I can feel it.” Another thought rises in Jesse’s brain. “Remind me to thank Tech when we come back. We’ll take the whole Bad Batch out for drinks at 79’s.”

Ahsoka murmurs her agreement, and without even looking, Jesse knows a rare smile is gracing her face. She’s thinking about seeing Echo, healthy and alive. They’d all be together again, soon—there was just one person they needed to find first.

“We’re coming, Kix,” Jesse whispers. “You’re coming home.”

[loridrabbles]

Hello ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ Could you maybe write fluff with Commander Wolffe or Commander Cody, where the Reader is a young Jedi (around 20) and constantly flirting with him making him flustered all the time 'cause he is overwhelmed that such a cute girl is acutally interested in him. :D In the Clone Wars univerese pls :-D And thank you sooooo much for reblogging my Oneshot! (人◕ω◕)

Commander Codi x flirty Jedi!Reader

Cody has a forbidden crush and one night things take a hard turn for the worse...or better

Ok so for this fic Lucoa from Dragon Maid inspired me for the reader. Over the top flirty and has zero idea what boundaries are and seriously lacks a filter. Also a scene with Kanna and Kobayashi Sorry for this comedic masterpiece lmao

"Cody...Cody don't...don't look over at her." The 212th commander thought to himself.

(Y/n), though raised by the reserved Jedi, had no idea what modesty was. Looking sexual was something she had no idea was possible, and just wore whatever was comfortable. Today she decided to wear a rather...revealing Jedi ensemble. A robe that ended mid thigh and was quite low cut in the front, and it didn't help that her breasts were on the bigger side. She had on leather, over the knee boots that squeezed her thighs a little.

"Oh force she's bending over. Why is she bending over? I guess she wouldn't notice if I took just a little peek." He thought.

"Commander?" Boil asked. "Is something wrong?"

"What makes you ask that?"

"There's blood dripping from underneath your helmet." He pointed to his chest, which had a bright red trail of blood dripping down the front.

"Oh. I think my nose is bleeding." He said taking off the helmet. "I wonder why."

"Cody! What happened? Are you ok?"

(Y/n) turned towards him and walked closer. She grabbed a med kit and pushed him down into a chair and sat on his lap. The trickle from his nose turned into a gush. She pulled out some cotton and held it up to his face.

"You should tip your head forward so the blood doesn't clot in your sinuses." She said. "Here." With his head turned sideways, she pulled his head down against her chest.

"So soft." He thought. "I wonder if her thighs are this soft...I wonder what she sounds like in- CODY snap out of it! You're a commander. You can't think about these things.

After a few minutes, and several cotton balls later the bleeding stopped and she let him sit up.

"There we go." She giggled, wiping the remaining blood off his chin. "We don't need any blood mucking up that handsome face!"

"Uh....yeah.....I...." He stammered, in disbelief that he received a compliment from such a young, alluring girl.

"What's the matter Cody?" Rex asked walking into the room, as (y/n) got off the commander's lap. "Loth-cat got your tongue?"

"I'm just a little dizzy that's all." He snapped. "Probably blood loss or something. I think I'm going to go lay down."

With that, he got up and trudged to his room. He laid down, and got lost in thought.

"I had always admired her, but does she really like me in the way she's letting on? She can't. I'm way to old for her. I'm biologically like 35, and she just turned 20 last moon. Plus she's a Jedi. A rather flirty one at that...I guess I'll just sleep on it and see where things go. See if she keeps this up."

The next day, Cody was preparing his men for a reconnaissance mission. Much to his dismay/pleasure, a familiar young Jedi walked into the room.

"Looks like I'm with you today!" (Y/n) said. "At least that's what master Obi-Wan told me."

"Uh yeah. You are. Umm. Let's go."

"Where are we headed?" She asked.

"Into the forest on the other side of the planet. We're supposed to he in groups of 4, but I was heading out by myself. I guess you can come with me."

Everyone boarded the transport and were dropped at the appropriate locations. She and Commander Cody began their trek into the woods. She took his arm with both hands, hugging it as she walked.

"Its so nice to spend some time alone with you." She said.

"W-what?" He asked, thankful that she couldn't see the look of panic on his face.

"You're always surrounded by other soldiers, and I've always got some other Jedi on my back. They always say I'm not supposed to form relationships or attachments but it's so hard when there's someone as hunky and strapping as you around." She said dreamily.

Cody couldn't wait for the day to be over. Yes, he had a huge crush on her, but he couldn't bring himself to believe that she actually liked him back. She's not allowed to. He has to put aside his feelings and focus on the war. But she's so cute and attractive. But she's way to young for him, he can't go near her. He has to have a talk with her and straighten things out.

(Cue that one scene from episode 14)

It was late, but he walked around for a while hoping she would still be awake. He eventually found her sitting on the floor by the caf table. She had a bunch of empty wrappers and half eaten sweets in front of her.

"Cody! I was hoping you would come and find me. I went to the market earlier and there was a new vendor selling chocolates from all over the galaxy. I saved this one for you." He sat in a chair adjacent to her and took the chocolate she held out to him. "It's heart shaped!"

"T-thanks." He said taking a bite. "Its pretty good." After eating about half of it he realized something was wrong. His vision blurred and his pupils dilated. He could feel himself getting, weak and dizzy and....tingly.

"Cody? Are you alright?" She asked tiredly, moving closer to him. He looked at her, shocked at himself for what he felt when he took in her features. She got up and straddled his knee. "Why is your face so red?"

"Why is this arousing?" He thought to himself as his cheeks went flush. She scooted up his leg moving closer to his face, then pressed her forehead against his cheek.

"Do you have a fever?" She asked. He looked over her shoulder and noticed a warning label on the chocolate he had eaten. It was in a foreign language, but he could put two and two together. She put her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.

"Oh no. At this rate I'll lay my hands on a young jedi. We'd be breaking the law." He put his hands on her shoulder and pushed her away, gently.

"(Y/n). I'm going to go lay down. I don't feel so well."

"Oh. Ok."

He slowly made his way back to his room and stripped down to his blacks. He played there for a few minutes, thankful to be out of her presence. No telling what he'd do if he stayed around while the full effects of the drug or whatever it was kicked in. He heard the door to his room open.

"Cody?"

"Oh no."

"Do you need anything? Why are you so sweaty? You're breathing really hard too. No, don't get out of bed. Cody? Cody why did you lock the door? Wait! Do you have an erec-"

"Force forgive me."

[euphoriacafe]

I fell in love with this little comic strip lmfao

He is so eepy. So tired. He is so done with everything 😔

Plus a lil silly thing I doodles to go with it heheh