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[dangraccoon]

Just Fine

Day 30 ~ recovery ~ hospital bed ~ holding back tears ~ "what have I done?" ~

Cody

Word Count: 925 Content: inhibitor chips, mind control, mandalorian traditions, secret relationship/marriage, brotherly affection (NOT cloneshipping), implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

Mando'a Guide: ori'vod - big brother verd'ika - private (rank), can be used affectionately for a child as "little soldier"; depends on context osik - shit buir - parent haat'miit be riduurok - oath of marriage nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - not gone, merely marching far away (paying respects to a fallen comrade)

“The surgery is complete,” AZI chirped.

“Thanks, AZI,” Rex nodded.

The room set aside for chip removals was clean and somewhat bare, unlike the rest of Hunter’s well-loved house on Pabu. Tech had said it was to maintain a “sterile environment”, but that didn’t keep Rex’s need for a distraction at bay.

The anxiety of waiting for a brother to wake up after his chip removal washed over him like a high tide as it always did, so he watched his ori’vod’s chest rise and fall with his breath. It was always nerve-wracking, but it was worse when he was close to the brother.

“Rex?” Omega said, appearing beside him, her hand resting gently on his arm.

“Yeah, kid?” he tried to smile.

Omega saw past it. She was good at that kind of thing. “He’s going to be okay,” she assured him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I know.”

“Then what’s worrying you?”

Rex sighed, running his hands over his face. “Most of the batchers were lucky; their chips didn’t activate before they were removed. Wrecker and Crosshair were a bit different though, right?” 

Omega nodded. 

“Well, for a lot of us, the chip… it changed us. We didn’t know about them at all. Only the few of us who did know could fight it because we knew what we were fighting. Everyone else, though… they didn’t know that they were doing things they wouldn’t normally do. And almost all of them were led to do… horrible things.”

Omega gasped softly, tears starting to line her eyes. “Cross felt so guilty once we removed his chip. He wanted… he tried to…”

Rex nodded, taking her hand in his. “But we were there to help him get better. He doesn’t want that anymore,” he reminded her.

She nodded, wiping a stray tear on her sleeve. “Do you think Cody will feel like that when he wakes up?”

Rex sighed, his eyes turning back to the former commander. “It’s hard to say. Echo was looking for his file so we could get a better idea of what he went through, but…” Rex’s chest ached.

“But?” Omega nudged. 

“Before the… the end of the war, Cody was–”

Rex was cut off by a soft groan from the bed. He jumped up to be in his brother’s view.

“Rex,” Cody chuckled. “Should’a known you wouldn’t go watch a holo-drama or something.”

Omega giggled on his other side. “He didn’t leave once.”

“Hey verd'ika,” he grinned warmly at her.

“How ya feeling, vod?” Rex said, his hand gently touching Cody’s arm.

Cody seemed to pause to think about it. He glanced at Omega briefly before looking back at Rex. “I’m fine. Would you believe my head feels lighter?”

Omega chuckled again and Cody’s lips pulled into a smile at the soft sound but Rex’s eyes narrowed. He knew this dance. “Cody,” he nearly growled.

“Rex,” Cody responded, his voice perfectly affable to anyone who didn’t know better. Rex, however, did know better. He knew that tone was a warning. Not around her.

Tech entered as the door slid open, eyes on his datapad. “Omega, I am in search of my ten-millimeter span– oh,” he said, his eyes lifting to see Cody smirking at him. “It is good to see you awake, Commander.”

“And it’s good to see you haven’t changed, Tech,” he chuckled.

Omega scowled. “Your ten-millimeter? I put that back.”

“It is not in its place,” Tech informed her.

“I always put it back!” she grumbled as she left the room, dragging Tech with her.

“That batch,” Cody grinned. “Don’t think I’ve ever–”

“Alright, cut the osik, Codes,” Rex interrupted. “How are you really feeling?”

Cody tried to look irritated at being interrupted but failed, his eyes falling to his lap. He sighed. “I’m tired, Rex.”

Rex nodded and kept listening but Cody didn’t continue. “Cody, you’re not the first clone to get his chip removed, and maker-willing you’re not the last–”

“I mean it, Rex, I’m fi–”

“Yeah, you’re ‘fine’,” Rex threw his hands up as he walked away from the bed. “You’re ‘fine’ like Crosshair was ‘fine’. You’re ‘fine’ like Howzer was ‘fine’. Like I was ‘fine’. We’re all just ‘fine’.”

Cody’s eyes shut. “How’d Bly and Gree feel? Or Grey? How about Wolffe? General Koon was like a buir to him. How’d he feel when he got that thing out?”

Rex turned back. “What?”

“They loved their Generals and they killed them,” Cody explained, his voice that perfect commander facade of emotionless calm. “You can tell me about Howzer and Cross if you want, I don’t doubt they had their share of shame and guilt. But I’m not sure they executed the person they loved more than anything.” His voice cracked at the end, his jaw setting.

Rex sighed. “I know the two of you were… close, but I didn’t–”

“No one did,” Cody whispered. “It needed to be that way.”

“Cody–”

“We said the haat'miit be riduurok,” Cody sniffled, unable to stop the tears from flowing now. “On Geonosis, at Point Rain over a private comm channel. We… we thought it was the end. M-maker, Rex– what have I done?”

Rex’s heart dropped into his boots. He didn’t know what to say– how do you comfort someone who was forced to kill their husband? He came back to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapping his hand around the back of Cody’s neck. He gently pressed his forehead to his brother’s.

“Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la,” he whispered, pulling his sobbing brother into a tight hug.

Mando'a Guide: ori'vod - big brother verd'ika - private (rank), can be used affectionately for a child as "little soldier"; depends on context osik - shit buir - parent haat'miit be riduurok - oath of marriage nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - not gone, merely marching far away (paying respects to a fallen comrade)

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[elthadriel]

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Team 12: Writer: @elthadriel (Ao3) Artist: @weatherbane Beta: @lyntergalactic

Posting on January 22 to the Clone Bang collection on Ao3!

@clonebang

Fortunate Son

Rating: M

Relationships: Niner & Omega Squad, Niner & Kal, Niner & Etain, background relationships, background cloneships

Tags: Aroace!Niner; queer themes; coming out; Etain lives; Kal’s A+ parenting; unhealthy family dynamics; homophobia, acephobia, and sexism from Kal

Summary: The war is over and Niner and Darman have rejoined the rest of Omega at Kyrimorut. Niner struggles to make sense of why the idea of marriage is so unappealing to him, his place within his squad in peacetime, and his rapidly cooling opinion of Kal Skirata.

Snippet:

“It’s good to have you back,” Corr says and hugs Niner firmly enough that he can feel it hard even through his armour.

It’s good to be back, even if it doesn’t quite feel like back. The swaying grass and promised domesticity feels like stepping off a larty and realising his chute is jammed. He’s not sure he belongs here. He is sure he belongs with his squad, and they wanted to come here. 

Not that staying with the Empire was all that appealing either.

Fi tilts his head and looks over the reuniting couple. Dar’s put her down but they’re still not finished greeting each other. Is kissing supposed to be that loud?

“Years since we talked properly and he’s too busy licking her tonsils to even say hello,” Fi grumbles good-naturedly. “What’s a vod need to do to get a hug around here?”

“You aren’t as pretty as she is,” Corr says, and elbows Fi. Fi squawks in protest. Atin looks at Niner and then rolls his eyes in a way that suggests this is a dynamic that Niner better get used to. Niner’s just glad they’re getting along; it could have gone very differently. 

Skirata appears without the limp that Niner so associates with him. His arrival is enough to finally part Darman and Etain. Skirata clasps Darman’s shoulder, and Darman’s back straightens as little as he’s guided over to Niner and the others.

“It’s good to have you both back,” Skirata says, and then looks at Niner. “You had us worried, son.”

Niner nods, and feels his own posture correcting itself. It feels like a light scolding, like the ones he used to get back on Kamino. Not the sort when he’d truly screwed  up, but when Skirata was loudly disappointed at him. 

Etain hovers close by, Skirata between her and Darman. 

“It’s good to see you again, ma’am,” Niner says to her. Skirata's smile slips and Niner ignores it. 

Etain smiles, and it’s a far cry from the tentative sort of smiles she used to give when they’d met on Qiilura; she’s grown a lot. “Etain,” she corrects him. 

“Etain,” he repeats.

“We should get you boys settled in,” Skirata says. “I’m sure the Empire wasn’t feeding you.”

“I don’t mind rations,” Darman says. He manages to get around Skirata and takes Etain’s hand. “But I wouldn’t mind getting settled.” He hesitates, the loud kind of hesitation that has Fi pulling a face that no one but Niner can see. “How’s Kad?”

“He’s—” Etain starts.

“Looks just like you, son,” Skirata says. “He’s with Besany. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see you.”

“You should come meet Parja,” Fi says, falling into step besides Niner, following after Darman and Skirata, with Etain awkwardly a step behind the pair. “She’s great. You’ll love her.”

“If she’s keeping you in line I’m sure we’ll get along fine,” Niner says, and it’s enough to have Fi launching into a rambling monologue about his wife. Niner’s happy for him. He is. Fi’s got everything he wanted, and he deserves that. That’s three of them married now, and with how much women seem to love Corr it’ll probably be four sooner rather than later.

Niner’s not sure where that leaves him.

[mamuzzy]

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[oliviaeatworld]

Actual blog introduction under cut ha ha sorry guys

Lots of words you don’t have to read if you don’t want to BUTT here are some rules for my blog before I get into anything else!!

- Absolutely do NOT interact with me if you support cloneshipping or proshipping or incest of any kind!!! Please respectfully block me. I hope you understand- it makes me very uncomfortable

- I want to keep this an SFW blog, but there will be a bit of gore and horror here! If you’re not a fan of that, I totally get it. I will tag whatever posts that have anything like that with a warning

- Finally not really a rule but I use any pronouns. I’ll discuss this further under cut if you want to read

Firstly here are some things about this blog!!

You’ll be seeing mostly Star Wars: The Bad Batch, but lately I’ve been treating myself to a little FNaF. I also reblog some Roblox content, including Pressure and Regretevator. Also Jerma985. Love him. And some of my favorite bands / music artists. I’ll list all of the fandoms I’m in at the bottom of the post if you want to scroll down to see! You can navigate my blog with the search!! I tag pretty much everything. You don’t have to read past here if you don’t want to.

Me

My name is Olivia!! It’s my user so maybe you could have assumed that BUT you can also call me Michael/Mike. I know they’re pretty different names but just have fun with it! I’d be delighted to be referred to as Mike

My best friend is @lonestar64 !! Actually the coolest person I’ve ever met . LOVE YOU

Sibling is @hababapapa . Big Two-Face enjoyer. You’re ok

I am neurodivergent

I am agender!! That may seem confusing if you’re not sure what it means but basically I’m kind of just here and not confining to any gender, so any pronouns are totally okay with me. Go crazy!! Neopronouns are fun too! Literally! Knock yourself out!

I am a huge fan of lots of horror. I ADORE zombies, skeletons and werewolves. Mostly zombies. But I’ve got a vast collection of skeleton themed items cause they’re really neat. And Spider-Man items. My favorite color is red. Like of all time. It’s a huge part of who I am and basically everything I own is red. I also like to doodle and stuff. I love Edgar Allan Poe’s work and my favorite is the Tell-Tale Heart (it’s popular for a reason!! I adore it!)

I love music!! I play the bass guitar (4 years now!) and the upright bass (only 2). My favorite artists are TOOL, A Perfect Circle, Megadeth, Candlemass, Type O Negative, Death, Will Wood (and his tapeworms), Muse, Black Sabbath, Stone Temple Pilots, and Nine Inch Nails. That’s not in any particular order.

My favorite animals are in my bio. I love animals. And dinosaurs too. My favorite of all time are bats. Then mice and rats. I may be purchasing pet rats soon. I love them.

OKAY we made it to the ultimate list of fandoms I have been/am in. Don’t be afraid to talk to me about any of these if you’re in the fandom too!! I’d love to talk about any of these they’re all very dear to me

CURRENTLY IN AND POSTING ABOUT

The Bad Batch

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Roblox - Pressure and Regretevator

Rambo

those are the main ones you’ll see a lot HERES THE REST

Team Fortress 2

Animaniacs (Pinky and the Brain mostly)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Marvel - Spidey, Venom, Deadpool, some X-Men

Bendy and the Ink Machine

The Walten Files

Penguins of Madagascar (I think I know the most about this one. I have the entire script for their movie memorized, and it might be like the oldest interest I have besides FNaF.)

Thank you for making it this far I LOVE YOU!! ROCK ON!! Mice for your troubles

[phoenixyfriend]

Dear Creator Letter (spring rarepair event):

I generally prefer fics about either getting together, or facing an outside conflict together. I’m not a fan of plots that feature almost breaking up due to interpersonal conflicts. If they almost break up due to an outside force (e.g. a third party is trying to push one into a political marriage, someone is kidnapped, that sort of thing), then it’s fine, but I don’t like ‘well, you work too much and it’s really putting a strain on the relationship’ type stuff. Speedbumps on the way to the relationship are fine, though.

Tropes I enjoy or am open to:

Time-travel

No Order 66/Fix-it

Outsider POV

Working with/around each other’s PTSD with each other

Raising children together

Arranged/political marriage

Epistolary elements (not the whole fic)

Hurt/Comfort (NOT whump)

Space OSHA and Space Paperwork and Space Logistics

When the Force does something really weird

When the Jedi blame Mortis (or Morai) for the Force doing something really weird

I enjoy pretty much any kind of gender play, including:

Character is now Nonbinary

Trans (in the direction of canon)

Trans (in the direction opposite canon)

Questioning/Experimenting

Fluid

Magic sex swaps of the 'woke up with my body a different reproductive setup, am learning the meaning of gender euphoria’ variety

Whatever the hell Ranma ½ technically is

I do like AUs of all sorts, so long as the core of the character is intact, with vibes to match. This includes:

Modern - chill bakery/coffee shop/bookstore/beekeeper stuff - classy criminal playing cat and mouse with the FBI agent trying to catch them - 'oh no, you’re my teenager’s English teacher and this parent-teacher conference just got very awkward because we started dating over the summer before I knew’ - one of them is a celebrity - literally just whatever

Historical Fantasy (mostly for the fashion and/or if the author gets really invested in things like trade routes and agricultural pressures and inane tax law)

History AU but only if you go the Bridgerton route of Fun And Funky Tropes Without The Racism

Royal Fantasy

Soulmate

Role Swap (does not have to be between the ship!)

Backstory swap (e.g. Never a Jedi AU, Raised a Sith AU, Senator of Tatooine AU, etc.)

For Want of a Nail

Faustian Castle AU

Fusion crossovers, like: - Leverage AU - Enchanted (2007) AU - Miraculous Ladybug - Naruto - Girl Genius by Phil and Kaja Foglio (this is incredibly niche, ignore if you’re not super into it already)

Regarding my unwanted list

Basic ship things:

No Barr*ssoka.

I do not care about cloneshipping, but would prefer it be in the background if it’s there at all.

I do not mind CodyWan, but would prefer it be in the background if it’s there at all.

No Master/Padawan. I have exceptions when reading, but for an exchange, I’d prefer not to have any in my gift.

While I do love poly, please stick to the ships requested for the main ship. (If there are two or more that have overlapping characters, though, feel free to smush them together, e.g. Jango/Ahsoka and Ahsoka/Quinlan are on there, so Jango/Ahsoka/Quinlan would be fine)

Basic character/setting things:

No character bashing.

The whole Anakin/Consequences movement is one that I dislike immensely. If you don’t know what it is, you’re probably not doing it. If you do know what it is, then you know what I mean here.

It is very common/popular to write Qui-Gon as a neglectful, cold, or downright abusive caregiver/parent figure to the children in his care. I do not like this in the slightest.

For some reason, a lot of writers are very casual about violating a character’s bodily autonomy “for their own good.” I don’t like this (unless it’s horror, but that’s a different topic), and ask that you refrain from having characters do something like that for a person’s own good unless there are some massive extenuating circumstances.

I’m pro-Jedi and pro-New Mandos. I do not want anything that suggests they: - deserved what happened to them - needed to change or learn to accept more militant values/that attachment is good - were stealing/brainwashing children or engaging in cultural genocide

That said, I’m fine with Jedi choosing to leave the Order if given a reason to. (e.g. Obi-Wan deciding to stay on Melida/Daan because the Force insisted he should Because Reasons is fine)

I do like the True Mandos but please don’t lionize them.

I have minimal interest in the Original Trilogy and no interest in the Sequels; my mind is squarely in the Prequels and pre-canon era. - That said, I do delight in having baby versions of the characters present; I am always open to toddler Skywalker twins cameo. - I’m not very into the Bad Batch. Cameos are fine.

Basic vibe things:

I do not want PWP, and figured it’s easier to just do a blanket “no thanks” on smut and kink than try to navigate the details.

I am not a fan of sexual tension being the primary driver of the romance. I’m on the ace spectrum myself, and it always rings false to me.

If you write Rebellion/OT setting versions of the ships, please don’t go hard on the clones being Old.

As much as I love a/b/o, I do not want it here, thank you.

Also not super into folkore AUs or vampire/werewolf AUs.

Self-explanatory DNW:

incest (cloneshipping is fine)

minor/adult ships - age difference of less than three years is fine - major age difference where both are adults is fine

reader insert

Lower body fluids (talking about blood or saliva is fine; excrement is not)

Sick fic (injury recovery is fine) IDK I just get nothing out of most sick fic

Non-canon Dark Histories meant only to make someone more sympathetic or pitiable (e.g. especially Rape as Backstory)

Downer endings (includes breakups that are not resolved)

Particularly dark topics, including: - Noncon - major character death (I’m fine with “Tarkin died and that sure is impacting the war” but “the main character’s younger sister just died and the plot revolves around the grief” is a bit much) - underage sexual content - adultery/infidelity - whump - unresolved terminal illness - suicide - self-harm - domestic abuse - child abuse

ABOUT THE SHIPS (Favorite ships are bolded)

These are not prompts! These are just me trying to explain why/how I ship them, and the vibes I usually go for.

Ships I’ve enjoyed in theory or in fic, in both canon and weird AUs:

Anakin Skywalker/Cody I’m a huge fan of Anakin really, really wanting to impress Cody, and Cody being very hard to impress, but easily amused by Anakin’s attempts. They’re as close to equals as a clone and a natborn can be, and I think there’s a lot to be explored with them.

Rex/Asajj Ventress Rex also does not want to be doing what he is doing. This crush is a terrible idea but holy shit he’s doing it anyway. Ventress is fascinated by him despite herself.

Padme Amidala/Asajj Ventress: Padme “I can fix her” Amidala and Asajj “what is wrong with you do you not have a sense of self-preservation” Ventress

Anakin Skywalker/Bo-Katan Kryze They are nightmare children to their respective older siblings and I adore them.

Aayla Secura/Anakin Skywalker While I do generally interpret these two as more of a sibling relationship, I'm open to them as a romance in the vein of experimenting together as padawans and trying to figure out how all of It works.

 Anakin Skywalker/Asajj Ventress Somehow even more violently out of control than Anakin and Bo, but with a significantly deeper element of Force-related "Light or Dark" "Sith or Jedi" will they or won't they stuff.

Shmi Skywalker/Mace Windu Stepdad Mace is definitely fun, or we can always go with a “new bio dad for Ani” AU. Either way, seems like a treat.

Jango Fett/Shmi Skywalker Two characters who are canonically defined by their parenthood (Shmi only exists because of Darth

Satine Kryze/Asajj Ventress Please just imagine Satine being a disciplinary partner who’s teaching Ventress how to be a better person but they have to be really weird about it so that Ventress doesn’t spook and run off because people are being Too Nice to her.

Luminara Unduli/Obi-Wan Kenobi I think they’d be very chill and that Luminara is so calm and nice and polite that when she does make a snippy comment about a rude senator or something, Obi-Wna is the only one that gets it and he is delighted by the quiet sass.

Padme Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Political shenanigans and extensive sass.

CC-2224 | Cody/Satine Kryze More politics but like... darker. A lot more colored by traumas and differing upbringings while still wanting the same general endpoint to help their respective peoples.

Barriss Offee/CT-7567 | Rex I think they have a lot of potential... but I haven't seen it without Barr*soka as the tying element, and I'd really like to see post-O66 Barriss and Rex.

Open to age difference (as long as both are adults) OR time-travel:

Cody/Shmi Skywalker Listen to me. Listen. I think Cody would adore a woman who is calm and capable and worldly without being cynical or superpowered or mean. She’s just very pragmatic and down to earth and kind and I think Cody would find that comforting. Meanwhile, Cody is also pragmatic, but he’s the kind of capable that covers Shmi’s own unskilled areas (primarily combat), that doesn’t try to ignore or over-pity her history as a slave, and is capable of dealing with her superpowered child without being overwhelmed by the Force Abilities.

Anakin Skywalker/Mace Windu With an age difference at play, this is just… an explosion of Anakin’s daddy issues, and Mace just humoring those issues, where Anakin is really into him but also really angry about it. Yes he wants to impress Mace. Yes he is also a little dedicated to pissing Mace off. It’s complicated. (Please have Anakin being at least 23 if they’ve got an age difference of over a decade.) Without the age difference, it’s still the daddy issues, except this time Mace doesn’t know what the hell he did to earn Anakin’s complicated feelings.

Anakin Skywalker/Luminara Unduli I like the idea of Luminara being interested in a guy who is so totally the polar opposite of her. She doesn’t want to fix him, but wants to be around him, and wants to be around that fire and passion, even if she has to rein him in once in a while. Anakin, meanwhile, finds her a genuinely calming presence, and the smiles and touches she graces him with when he does something difficult have him wanting to make her proud.

I primarily engage with these ships through time-travel or other AUs, as they are from different parts or generations of canon:

Jango Fett/Ahsoka Tano I’ve written so many time-travel fics about these two and all I can say is that I love Jango being reluctantly in love with a Jedi, because he shouldn’t like her (either because Galidraan already happened and he’s angry about it, or Galidraan hasn’t happened but he’s Mando and she’s Jedi), while Ahsoka has some Conflicted Feelings about Jango because of the clones.

[gun-roswell]

OMG indeed! Again, when ever a discussion about cloneshippers and the hatred revolving around the subject matter and even those writing /drawing the stuff pops up, I apparently have to chime in.

I don’t follow these creators myself, but have seen some of the reposts of their stuff and I must say, given the Kiners are LQBTQ+++ supporters and all having a family member part of the team as it were, I totally think it was about cloneshipping the comment was made of. They know it exists, even DBB doing the Robot Chicken stint way back when.

I must also admit to have written one or two Cross/Rampy tales, but those were more on the humorous side of things, as I don’t really see them doing the horizontal or even vertical mambo per se, but yeah, have to try on new things me guesses.

Alas, being totes in love with the clones and their relations, and speaking of myself in a platonic way but of course, the clone on clone just do something for me. And mostly when writing of shipping I tend to tell tales of the more fluffy kind of love and such, sometimes touching on the more mature and perhaps even explicit side of things. I understand the need to write dubcon/noncon as a way to explore either experienced trauma or the subject matter itself. Having lived a long myself I cannot say I haven’t been touched by the matter either in one form or another. Most of us have. The lucky ones are fewer, again, me thinks.

But, again, most stories revolving around cloneshipping, at least what I have read, and I have read a lot of them, all kinds as like said, I like to keep up to par with what people are writing, but also, trying understand different point of views no matter how touchy the subject matter just might be. I don’t have to like them, but I need to know about them. That is how I feel at least. But where was I? Oh yes, mostly from what I see, the shippers write wholesome tales of love and devotion between consenting “adults” or parties as we have to assume the clones are that at least at a certain point in their lives. This is fiction, they are clones so despite the child soldier thing, which they totally are in our real life point of views, this is fiction, happening in another galaxy far far away. 

The point I am trying to make here is, those antis are like some of the YouTubers with the thumbnails of hate, woke, star wars is dead kind of people. They are hopefully but a few only, but the loudest they can be. Shouting their own oppressed (again my opinion) agenda to those willing to listen. 

But I am glad to see if the creators of the show (Kiners) stepped up and did not comment back on the CXs being totally in love with each other. I truly hope a happy ending for them wherever they land. The CXs. Cause, I’m a sucker for happy endings :D

Just my two old cents, having been there and a lot of other places, sometimes buying a t-shirt, or a cap, most times, just chucking things off with a comment, “things I see one the internets”. And yet, here once again, I just have to chime in?!

What the kark is wrong with me?

Lesson learnt I guess, you can never become too old to care passionately about something. And the clones surely have taken a permanent residence in my chilly old heart!

Omg I was trying to write you a anon message about something and my cat bumped me before I could word it how it right so I can’t tell if it sent or deleted it

If you just got a unfinished and awkward ask wining about how unfair it feels that shipping crosshunt or fivesecho etc will get us attacked and run of the platform while the same people with the pitchforks post about rampart SA-ing crosshair while he was in a state that made consent literally impossible that was really frustrating me this morning 😅

I was trying to trim it down and make it less rambling when my cat bumped me lol. I’m firmly in the ship you ship camp it just bugs me consensual clone shipping is the most evil thing you can do here but they can drool over crosshair being violated

Sorry if you got both these aks 🫣 I’m just sleepy and head over heels for crosshunt and it makes me sad I have to vague post and use sneaky tags to not get hate mail and/or blocked when it is my comfort ship idk if any of that made sense

You're all good! I only got this one ask!

I've been seeing this/thinking about it a lot too. Especially with the antis panicked around this little showrunner interaction.

People literally begged in the comments for clarification, hoping that the Kiners were talking about Rampart/CX, and not cloneshipping.

And I'm like... what mental gymnastics do you have to commit to believe that NONCON is more wholesome than cloneshipping. Like don't get me wrong, I've written some fucked up stuff, including noncon, but I can't find a situation where I would write a Rampart and a clone, let alone Crosshair, and it not be noncon. I couldn't even pull it off as dubcon. That is straight up, no consent is happening there, no matter what either party says.

And again, I don't care if people ship Rampart and a clone. I'm a big fan of Hydra Trash Party, and this is basically the Imperial Trash Party. But let's not pretend it's anything but noncon/dead dove. And for these same people to judge and harass cloneshippers? Nah. Glass houses and all that.

But that would be expecting antis to be consistent about their own fictional preferences and tastes, and that's asking far too much of someone who has an illogical stance to begin with.

I'm sorry you have to deal with that, a fandom where torturing a clone is fine, but having them be in a consensual relationship with another clone is a moral outrage.

[leeleebee]

love "spicy without bits" implying there's "spicy WITH bits" like it's some kind of food LOL i also have lots of thoughts regarding rbs > likes (like low interaction and reach on art in the first place, regardless of if people intend to make income or have a following based on it, but when u factor in something like cloneship on top of that it's like. there's already have a low # of ppl interacting w it & only giving it likes/not sharing it around to then have it be at risk of being torn apart by ppl vehemently against the subject matter like that's no reach no notes no peace LOL) BUT just wanna mention that i loveee how u draw hips bc of how soft they look like the stretchmarks? the bits of fat??? hhhhh i loveeee <3333

Hi!!!

Sorry I didn’t see this earlier! Not sure if it’s old, I pretty much only use the mobile app and… well yeah it’s a mess XD

Hahh yeah “spicy without bits” is the only spicy I do hahaha. Maybe I will graduate to with bits someday but… probably not 🤣

I guess with more reblogs I would be at risk of getting hate from antis, but I’m fine with that! And if that’s why people don’t reblog, out of fear of harassment, I’m definitely ok with that! It makes me furious that a small group of vocal antis can make a fandom so fearful of sharing what they like… but I totally understand not wanting to get involved! BUT ALSO just want to put it out there, if you are shipping clones in secret and want to be more involved in the fandom with us weirdos there are plenty of people who will have your back! So yeah! Come hangout with some marshmallows. We would love to have you!

And oh my gosh thank you????!!!!!! Akdbsjxbajsb I struggle with hips so hard XD with all anatomy actually but wow hips!!! I’m so glad you like them!!!!

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Do Not Touch My Vod’e

Cloneship Week - Dragons - @cloneshipweek

Kix/Coric (background Cody/Rex, Fives/Echo, Waxer/Boil)

Rating: T

Warnings: some violence but no one really gets hurt, Krell, Umbara

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           There were Mandalorian legends that spoke of the terrible power dragons possessed.  They were the protectors of Mandalore, long ago, blessed by the Manda and the Ka’ra to bring peace to their people.  The gift was passed down from Mand’alor to Mand’alor through the millennia until the people of Mandalore began to die out.  The dragons were hunted down and killed, deemed to dangerous to be kept alive by politicians driven by their greed and fear.  Legends told of the beskar mines on Concordia, Concord Dawn, and Mandalore were the remnants of the hearts of the dragons as a final way to protect the people they loved.  The beskar was valuable, and the significance of the metal was destroyed along with the culture of Mandalore, save for a very few who still strived to adhere to The Way.

           Jango Fett was one of the last Mand’alore to guide and protect The Way of the Mandalore.  The Last Dragon, the Jedi Killer, the Forgotten Mand’alor.  His people fell, and Jango himself disappeared.

           Nearly twenty years later, Jango was found, and so was his legacy.  The Jedi had no idea what they were placed in command of when they met the clones of Jango Fett.  The Manda and the Ka’ra gave Mandalore a final chance.  A chance to survive and to thrive once again.  Millions of clones possessed the same gift that had been given to the Mand’alore of the past.  Their blood was red, but their hearts were lined with beskar, graced with courage, and filled with love for their brothers and their Jedi.

           Thousands of clones were killed as the war progressed, dying for people that refused to care for their lives, and often beside the Jedi that recognized the beauty of their souls.  They died and painted whole planets with their blood, protected only by a pale mimicry of true beskar armor or their own scales.

           The clones, referred to as Vod’e by each other and their precious Jedi Generals (though not every General cared about their troops), rarely shifted from their smaller, more vulnerable forms into their dragon bodies. The Kaminoans hadn’t realized what they had created, as no vod ever shifted in front of them, but Jango saw. And he trained the Alphas, who then taught their little brothers about their heritage and their sacred duty. But since so few people knew the true nature of the clones, the Venators were not built to suit their needs. Battlefields were dangerous, with injured brothers and very squishable Jedi underfoot.

           Kix, however, was ready to turn into a dragon.  The anger in his heart resonated in the hearts of his brothers and in the fabric of the universe itself.  Kix could feel the despair, pain, and heartache in the air surrounding his brothers, accompanied by the bitter taste of their fury.  They had all been betrayed, and the one who sought to harm them could not be allowed to roam free.

           “Waxer, send out two of your scouts along with two of my men to send a message to General Kenobi.  Use whatever means necessary to communicate with him as soon as possible, including flying,” Rex instructed.  “Dogma, Shiver, you go with them and report to the General.  Do not leave any of Krell’s actions out.  The General needs to know it all.  Understood troopers?”

           “Sir, yes sir!” Dogma and Shiver saluted before shifting and taking off into the dark Umbaran sky.  The four dragons flew away at top speed, obviously taking Rex’s words to heart.

           “Captain, what about the rest of us?” Tup asked.

           Rex bared his teeth.  “We’re going to relieve that demagolka of duty and leave him for the Jedi.” There were several loud protests, many brothers itching to tear Krell apart for his crimes, but Kix understood why Rex had ordered them to capture but not kill the traitor.  “I refuse to let another brother be harmed because of Krell’s actions and that’s what will happen if we kill him.  There are far too many nat-borns who despise and fear us, that they will use any reason they have to hurt us or kill us.  I will not allow that to happen.”

           Kix straightened his spine, absorbing the Captain’s determination and anger as his own, and he noticed many others doing the same.

           “We’re with you, Rex,” Waxer said, coming to stand at Rex’s right shoulder.  Kix took his place on his Captain’s left, as he was the highest-ranking officer in the contingent of 501st soldiers that had been sent to stop Umbarans wearing clone armor.  The only reason Krell’s plan failed was the inherent knowledge within nearly all clones of the whereabouts of their brothers.  They’d all sensed the 212th before they’d ever spotted the distinct white and gold armor.  The Manda and Ka’ra saved them with the gift they had all been given.

           Rex’s eyes flash gold in the dim Umbaran light, lit with a fire inside that would consume worlds if allowed to be unleashed.  A rippling, tearing growl began low in his chest and the call was taken up by every other vod with them.  All around the three leaders of the two platoons, brothers tightened their grips on their blasters and released savage snarls and ferocious roars.  The anger, hate, and determination, all fueled by the powerful love for their fallen brothers filled the space around them, so thick, Kix could barely breathe through the emotions battering against his defenses.

The Vod’e were going hunting.

Kix let loose his own feral grin, the dragon deep inside of him slamming against his mental shields, anxious to be free of the chains that kept him locked tightly inside.  Never before had Kix felt the overwhelming desire to utterly destroy a single being nor a single planet before.  Everything about Umbara set his every nerve on edge the longer he remained on the planet. Not even Geonosis, both times he had been deployed to that planet, jarred his mind this much.  Kix needed to let his dragon out of his cage and release him on the world.

           “You can back out of this at any time until we confront Krell,” Rex cautioned the vod’e.  “You will not face any repercussions if you choose to stay out of his arrest.  I do have to warn you, however, you might have to face heavy and severe consequences from the Senate and the GAR if you do choose to help.  We are going to relieve a Jedi and a General from his posting, which counts as high treason within the Republic.”

           Not a single vod stepped back.  Not a single one of them wavered in their determination, though there were many spikes of fear.  They all knew what would happen if they were sent back to Kamino.  But their courage didn’t waver despite the fear coursing through their veins.  Kix had never been so proud of his brothers than in that moment.

           “Any further questions?” Rex asked after a minute of silence.

           “I have something to say.”  Kix stepped forward.  “Your forms, as they are now, will not hold up against lightsabers.  If this turns into a fight, which I believe it will, shift immediately.  It will take a lot more for Krell to kill you or even chop off a limb if you are dragons and we will have the advantage of size, our claws, tails, and fire.  Use them.”

           “Excellent advice, Kix,” Waxer grinned and saluted him. “Stay alive, boys!  The General and the Commander will be coming, and we’ve got to be there to greet them when they arrive.”

           Rex looked around the vod’e one more time and nodded. He put his helmet on and stepped forward, a fist raised in the air.  “OYA VOD’E!” he cried.

           “OYA!”

           As the vod’e entered the airbase, Kix felt the cold numbness he’d felt around Krell from the beginning spread over his mind once again. Appo and Coric shared a hushed conversation with Rex, Waxer, and Kix, who quickly briefed them on the situation and their plans.  Kix watched as his own fury was echoed on his riduur’s face, infuriated at the way their brothers had been treated.  As medics, they took their oaths very seriously, and this campaign had worn on both Kix and Coric the longer it had progressed.

           “Let me get this straight,” Appo said.  “We’ve been sent on suicidal marches with the worst battle tactics I’ve ever seen, you were threatened with Krell’s lightsaber and so was Fives, two of our brothers were nearly executed for saving the entire campaign while a third is currently trapped in space with no way to communicate with us, and Krell attempted to have Nabat and Torrent kill each other?”

           “Yes, Appo,” Rex said, voice tight with carefully controlled anger.  “That’s a good summary.”

           Coric snarled viciously, his eyes shining golden and a warm orange glow building in his chest.  “Can we roast him alive?” he growled.  Kix automatically reached out to Coric in his mind and soothed the flickering fire until it was less likely to consume him.

           “No, but we are going to arrest him.  You don’t have to join us,” Rex explained.

           “Like kark we’re not going to be right beside you when you confront that hu’tuun!  We’re with you, sir.  All the way,” Appo declared, his fire blue and solid and a steady rock for Rex to lean against.  Coric’s only answer was to pull his helmet back on and ready his blaster.

           “Good.  Inform your men of what happened while I go free Jesse and Fives from the brig.  Anyone who wants to help is welcome.  Anyone who doesn’t should stay in the barracks so they don’t get caught in the crossfire in case this turns bad,” Rex instructed. His gaze softened slightly.  “I’m glad you’re both with me on this,” he said softly.

           It hit Kix, then, exactly how much their Captain had been dealing with on this campaign, largely on his own.  Neither Kix nor Fives had helped much, constantly challenging his orders and especially with Fives getting into trouble with Krell multiple times.  Rex had stood alone against the battering ram of Krell, the only defense between the demagolka and his little brothers.  Kix swore to take care of the Captain once they were free of the stains of Umbara and flying far away from this hell planet.

           Rex, Appo, and Waxer split off to discuss a few strategies and how they wanted to set up the men that decided to help them relieve Krell of his duty.  Kix, however, immediately found himself pressed up against Coric’s hard armor, their helmets banging together harder than they usually did.

           “How are you?” Coric said as soft as his vocoder would allow.

           “Alive,” Kix answered.  “Everything else will have to wait until after we stop Krell.”

           Coric sighed heavily.  “I know, but I wish it didn’t.  You could have died so many times in the last two days, and I wasn’t even there to help. I couldn’t save you and I couldn’t save any of our vod’ikase!”

           Kix closed his eyes and allowed Coric’s despair to wash over him, joining his own as they tucked it close to their hearts to deal with later.  No medic, no vod ever wanted to be kept on the sidelines of a battle, especially when their vod’e were calling for help.  Kix knew if their places had been exchanged, he would have had a hard time not going to help his little brothers, regardless of what Krell had ordered.

           “Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” Kix murmured and tapped his helmet against Coric’s.

           “Nu kyr’adyc, shi taab’echaaj’la,” Coric finished.  “We will remember their lives and their deaths. None shall be forgotten.”

           “If Krell attacks, don’t take any chances,” Kix ordered.  He didn’t fear for himself, but he feared for his vod’e and especially his riduur.  He couldn’t lose Coric, not so soon after everything that had already happened.  “Shift. Tell the others to shift.  Don’t let him get close to you and don’t let him hurt you.”            “Only if you do the same.”  Coric shook his head.  “You’re going up there with Rex and probably Fives and Jesse, aren’t you?”

           It was a question that didn’t really need an answer. Kix needed to see that cha’kaar brought to justice.  Coric would watch the vod’ikase on the ground while Kix kept an eye on those in the tower.

           “I’ll come back to you.  Haat, ijaa, haa’it,” Kix swore.  Manda forgive him if this was the one promise he wouldn’t be able to keep.

           “You better,” Coric said.  He gripped Kix’s shoulders as best as he could through the armor.  “K’oyacyi, ner kar’ta.”

           “K’oyacyi, ner runi.”

           Coric gave him one last tap of the helmet before he turned to follow Appo to brief the rest of the 501st on the situation. Rex appeared at Kix’s elbow, eyes soft and warm, despite the exhaustion nearly dousing his flame.  Only his anger was keeping the Captain on his feet at the moment.

           “Are you ready?” he asked.

           Kix nodded.  “Let’s go free our brothers and arrest that hu’tuun!”

           “Oya,” Rex responded with a grin.  “Tup, Waxer, with me.”

           Fives and Jesse were rightfully angry, the heart of their raging infernos readily visible on their chests through their blacks. The soft, grey-blue of Fives’s fire (Kix still wasn’t used to seeing the accompanying navy of Echo’s flame) burned brighter than he’d seen since that fateful mission to the Citadel.  Jesse was more subdued, but the dusky red pulsed to the rhythm of his heart and the determination of Waxer and Rex.  They practically demanded to be there when Rex confronted Krell.

           As expected, the arrest did not go as planned.  Some of the vod’e attempted to get closer to try to stun the fallen Jedi before he could pull out his lightsabers, but they were easily pushed to the edges of the tower room.  That was when Krell pulled out his lightsabers and ignited all four blades.

           “You cannot defeat a Jedi.  I will not be undermined by any animal grown in a lab.  You’re nothing and you have no power!” Krell roared. He whirled the lightsabers around threateningly, preventing any vod from getting too close and deflecting their stun shots.

           “Don’t get close!” Kix shouted at some of the troopers who had tried to sneak up on the Jedi.  They leapt back in time to avoid getting cut in half, but it had been too close. “Rex!  We need Plan B!”

           “Fives, Waxer, Kix, on me!  The rest of you, get out, however you can!” Rex ordered.  Immediately, the younger vod’e left, guided by Jesse, though his reluctance cut through the room like a vibroblade.  However, Rex was entrusting the safety of their vod’ikase to Jesse, and the recently promoted Lieutenant would not let their Alor’ad down. Jesse would keep them safe and alert Appo and Coric of the situation.

           Kix breathed a bit easier when there weren’t as many vod’e around to get killed by Krell.  But it also made those who had stayed easier targets.  Krell’s mocking laugh cut deep into Kix’s chest, attempting to douse the fire in his heart.

           “What can four clones do against me?  I have the Force, and you are nothing!” Krell scoffed indignantly.

           Without needing any hand signals, the four vod’e spread out, blocking all paths Krell might try to take.

           “General Krell, do you confess to committing treason against the Republic and sabotaging your own troops and the success of the war?” Rex demanded.

           “Of course, Captain.”  The way Krell said Rex’s rank slid against his nerves like thick, black, oily sludge. “Count Dooku has promised to show me the pathway to immense power.  The Jedi have been blinded for too long, and my eyes have been opened for me.  The Dark side is not evil, but liberating from the constrictions the Jedi have enforced for millennia.”

           “Then you are under arrest, General Krell.  For the last time, comply with the order!”

           Krell snarled and threw Rex against the wall with a wave of his hand.  Hard. Kix swallowed down bile at the audible crunch he’d heard.

           “I do not take orders from clones,” Krell snarled.

           Waxer stepped forward and took the lead.  He seamlessly shifted into his long, lithe form, orange scales clashing against the blue-green glow of Krell’s sabers.  The frills around his shoulders fluttered angrily, flashing red and orange and black, instead of the usual pink or purple. With a thunderous roar, he called to Fives and Kix, both of whom were quick to respond.

           Reaching deep within himself, past the connection to his brothers and the world around him, Kix cupped his fire in the palms of his hands and let it flicker and build until it engulfed his entire body.  Unlike the other vod’e who were left in the tower, Kix’s fire burned white, hot with his anger and ferocious determination to love and save as many of his brothers as he could.  His fire was the pure essence of his soul, nurtured from the time he was in the gestation tube and coaxed to life when he’d been decanted. And now, it reenergized him.  The dragon roared approval, as Kix opened his mouth to echo Waxer’s call.

           With white scales, usually shimmering a light silver, Kix stretched his paws and extended his claws.  Coric had once described his dragon form as a scaled nexu, with the powerful legs, long, thin tail, and pointed ears atop his head.  He didn’t have any hair like some Vod’e, but instead had jagged ridges around the crown of his head that could be folded back when he wasn’t actively in battle.  Kix’s eyes always shifted from their usual light honey color to a disturbing pure white. There were no pupils, no irises, just unsettling white.

           Kix crouched down to the ground, all four legs tightly coiled and ready to launch himself at the disgusting Jedi.  Now that his senses had been extended beyond the near-human capabilities, he could smell the rot coming from the Jedi that he assumed was the Dark side.  It was thick and pungent with overwhelming hate.  The crystals within Krell’s lightsabers screamed with an awful, wailing agony that jangled every nerve Kix had in his body.  He’d once heard General Kenobi explain how the Sith got their red lightsabers, and now, he understood what he’d meant by “bleeding” the crystals.

           Across from Kix, Fives stood in his majestic glory. He was one of the biggest dragons Kix had ever seen in a standard CT.  The only Vod’e who were larger were the CCs and the Alphas.  His snout snorted out a stream of blue plasma, singeing the floor by his large, clawed paws.  The beautiful wings, last seen on Rishi, were folded against his body, tucked close to keep out of the way of those awful lightsabers.  With blue eyes that “held the galaxy” as Echo used to say, fixated on Krell, watching his every twitch of muscle.

           Waxer roared and spat a pillar of burning-red liquid fire towards the dar’jetti, keeping his focus away from the downed Captain. Krell let out a loud cry and desperately flung the fire away from him and towards Fives.  Unfortunately for Krell, the fire simply dripped off of Fives’s fireproof scales and onto the floor where it immediately began to melt the durasteel.

           [You will stand down, Krell!  It’s over!] Waxer growled.  His voice reverberated through every mind in the room, a rushing warmth for the Vod’e and a low, grating gravel in Krell’s.

           “You cannot beat me!” Krell cried desperately.  He ran towards Kix, the smallest of the shifted dragons in the room, and swung both lightsabers at his head.

           Without hesitation, Kix leaned back on his hind paws and grabbed the lightsaber blades, a bone-shattering scream of fury raging through his chest and out his open mouth.  Neither saber so much as singed his paws, and Kix stretched his lips wide over his sharp fangs in a snarl.

           Kix wrinkled his nose as the dar’jetti’s foul stench filled his nostrils.  He could feel how cold and achingly empty Krell was more poignantly than ever before, and for a moment, Kix nearly impaled him on his own sabers.  Instead, he just jerked them from Krell’s hands and crushed the handles until they were completely unusable.  The kyber crystals’ screams gentled down to soft whimpers now that they wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else and Kix nodded in satisfaction.

           Fives swept out an enormous paw and batted Krell into the wall.  In a fit of desperation, Krell attempted to push Fives away from him using the Force, but absolutely nothing happened.  None of them so much as twitched, even though Kix could practically see the Force being forced to Krell’s will.  As soon as the power reached Fives, it parted around him, leaving him completely untouched.

           “What is happening?!” Krell screamed in rage.  He tried to fight against Fives’s hold on him, but it was useless against the bulky weight of the dragon.

           [Get Rex,] Fives ordered, jerking his head towards the softly groaning Captain.

           Kix immediately pounced across the room, avoiding the hole Waxer’s fire had melted into the ground.  He nudged the Captain’s leg, reaching out to the Manda to feel if Rex had any significant injuries.  He’d heard a crack, so he knew something was wrong, but not what had broken.

           “I’m fine, Kix,” Rex grumbled.  “Cracked my pauldron.  He knocked me unconscious, but other than that, I’m uninjured.”

           Kix huffed.  [I’ll believe that when I can get you into a real medbay.  Fives subdued Krell and we managed without any fatalities or injuries.  Waxer’s fire melted the floor, though, so don’t fall down the hole.]

           “Noted,” Rex said as he pushed himself to his feet. Kix pressed against him to support him on the way up, watching carefully for any sign of dizziness or disorientation. But he truly was fine.

           “You will pay for this, clone!” Krell shouted.  “I should have executed you myself!”

           [Sir, you might want to shift.  Krell is still dangerous,] Kix suggested once he was sure Rex could keep himself steady.

           “I’ve got some binders.  Do we have any force-suppressing ones?”

           [I do,] Waxer answered.  [With how many times General Kenobi has fought Ventress or Dooku, we started carrying them in case we could capture them.  One of my men gave me their’s so we’d have enough to secure Krell properly.] Stepping away from the growling and struggling dar’jetti, Waxer shifted back to his more vulnerable form and pulled out two sets of force-suppressing cuffs.  He handed them to Rex and then readied his blaster.  “He probably won’t be able to do anything with Fives holding him down like that, but I’ll cover you just in case, sir.  Figured you’d want the honors since he’s hurt your men the most.”

           Rex nodded gratefully at the Lieutenant and snapped the binders over Krell’s wrists.  Only then did Fives step away, huffing a hot breath over the Jedi in disgust.  He turned and nudged Rex with his snout, a little harder than he probably meant, to check on him.

           “I’m alright, Fives,” Rex grumbled and patted the dragon on the nose.  “Let’s just get Krell down to the brig and let the rest of the men know what happened. My bucket was recording the whole thing, so I got his confession for the GAR and the Council to review as evidence of Krell’s betrayal.”

           [Smart thinking, Cap,] Fives said.  [Come on, I’ll give you a lift down.  I haven’t been able to stretch my wings in ages.]

While Rex and Fives were focused on each other, Waxer shifted back to his dragon form and opened his mouth to blow a stream of his fire at the viewport. They watched it melt immediately and drip down towards the ground.  [Kix and I are smaller.  We can take the lift down and put Krell in the brig,] Waxer offered.

           Kix nodded and only stopped to pick up the smashed lightsabers.  Maybe the Jedi would be able to help the crystals heal.  They didn’t deserve to be hurt like that, and there was no better place for them to get better than the Jedi Temple.  Together, he and Waxer wrangled Krell into the brig until finally he was secured.

           [I’ll guard him for now.  Have Rex set up a rotation to come relieve me.  I need to check on some of my men.]

           [Yes, sir,] Kix said with a nod of his head.  They all had plenty to do in the hours to come and little time to rest, regardless of how much they all needed it.

             Kix wasn’t paying attention when General Kenobi arrived on the airbase with the rest of the 212th, nearly fourteen hours later.  He did notice when a cute kitten-like dragon pounced on Waxer’s back and woke the Lieutenant up from his nap.

           [Wooley?] Waxer groaned.  [What’re you doin’ here?]

           [We’re your support!] Wooley chirped.  [Though it looks like you’ve got everything handled here.] He curled up against Waxer’s side, nuzzling along the underside of his jaw.  It was ridiculously cute, and Kix wished he could take a holo for Waxer.

           “The General’s talking to Captain Rex and the Commander,” Boil reported as he arrived at a much more sedate pace than the little dragon Waxer was now curled around in a tight hug.  Or what counted for a hug as dragons.  “Ona and Rye told us what happened when you met up in the jungle.”

           Waxer huffed out a snorting laugh, nearly blowing out a stream of fire as he did so.  [I’m fine, you worry-wart.  We had a tiny skirmish with the Umbarans, but they quickly decided to give up when they saw the base was being held by a hoard of dragons.  We’re all okay.  You can sit down and rest for a bit.  Or better yet, shift and come cuddle Wooley and I.]

           Wooley chirped a cheerful agreement from where he was nearly completely buried by Waxer’s long tail.

           With only a put-upon glare as a protest, Boil shifted into his dragon form, about the same size as Waxer’s but a bit stockier in build, better for ramming into things than slithering through tiny spaces.  His burnt orange scales complimented Waxer’s own bright orange.  Once shifted, he shook himself over once, folded up his wings, and curled up at Waxer’s back.  Immediately, the frills along Waxer’s shoulders turned lovely shades of pink and purple, accenting his warm, violet eyes.

           Kix observed the three of them for a moment before deciding that the cluster of three was better left alone for now.  Instead, he went in search of his own riduur.  Coric had left his side sometime while Kix was asleep, and was probably either in the makeshift medbay—big enough for both medics to fit into as dragons—or combing the battlefields for any more survivors.

It didn’t take long to find him, and surprisingly, he was reporting to Commander Cody and General Kenobi.  The Commander hadn’t shifted, but from the way the medium-ish sized dragon was draped across his back, it wouldn’t be long until he joined the rest of his men in their natural form.  Rex huffed poutily at Cody’s hair, large brown eyes pleading for attention.  Cody hummed soothingly for his riduur, and Rex settled down, careful to keep his sharp claws away from anything that could get ruined or would injure someone.  General Kenobi looked like he desperately wanted to ask questions, but refrained for the time being.

           Kix had always believed that Coric was the most beautiful dragon he’d ever seen.  He was black with bioluminescent blue outlining his scales.  Though every dragon was different, Coric was the only one Kix had ever met with wings like his.  The wings were large and cupped, much like those pleasure gliders that civilians would use to fly without a speeder.  Coric, once he was in the air, rarely had to touch down to earth to rest. He could fly for days if he needed to, much like the man himself.  But it was the electric blue of his eyes that always drew Kix in.  Shards of beskar silver glinted within their depths, almost hypnotizing anyone who happened to look too deeply.  Kix could gaze into them for hours and just drift alongside his riduur’s presence in the Manda.

           [From what Fives and Jesse reported, Hardcase was still alive directly after the explosion.  He shifted right before the explosion and must have curled into a hibernation ball,] Coric reported.

           “A hibernation ball?” General Kenobi asked.

           Commander Cody nodded.  “As dragons, we’re able to curl ourselves into a ball with our head and most vulnerable parts inside and the rest of our bodies covered in an impenetrable armor.  When in hibernation, a vod doesn’t need to breathe as much as we do in a fight or as humans.  And we can go a lot longer without food or water.  As long as someone can get to him soon, he’ll recover just fine.”

           [Tup found what was jamming our communicators. Krell had rigged it up to block all calls within a zone of thirty clicks from the airbase.  That’s why Nabat couldn’t contact you earlier.  He removed the jammer, and we contacted Commander Tano in orbit to send someone to retrieve Hardcase,] Rex said, refusing to budge from his spot against the Commander’s back.

           Kix stepped in before any of them could continue. [Pardon me, General, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to borrow these three for the next few hours.]

           Commander Cody raised an eyebrow while the General ran a hand across his mouth.  “And why, pray tell, do you need to borrow these three?” General Kenobi asked.

           [Because Rex hasn’t slept in nearly three days and is suffering from battel fatigue currently.  Commander Cody is the best qualified to help the Captain.  And I need my riduur.  We’ve been through hell the past few days, General, and we all need a break.]

           That sobered them all up, though Rex threw a betrayed look at Kix.  But if the Captain chose to neglect his own health, then Kix was more than happy to tattle on him to the Commander.  Especially as that had the added effect of coercing the Commander into taking care of himself.  There was nothing Kix could do about the General’s poor health habits, as he left that squarely in Helix’s jurisdiction.

           “I apologize, Kix, Cody, Rex, Coric.  I should have considered your health.  I need to report all of this to the Council anyway,” General Kenobi said with an apologetic bow.  “I believe the call should last several hours, so feel free to take your time to check up on your men and each other.”

           [Thank you, General,] Kix said and then watched as the General left them to go inside the tower to make his call.  Kix turned to the other Vod’e.  [I’m going to go round up a few dozen shinies, Tup, Dogma, Fives, and Jesse and we’re going to all huddle together for a few hours.  No excuses, no exceptions.  Manda knows we need it after everything we’ve been through on this planet.]

           Rex deflated at that.  [I am worried about Dogma and Jesse.  They were really shaken up when I last talked to them.]

           Kix gave a single nod, as though that was the outcome he’d always expected.  It was the one he hoped for, but when he got into one of his moods, Rex refused to give into any suggestions regarding his continued health.  And then he darted off, Coric by his side, as they went off in search of their vod’ikase.  A giant pile of dragons was exactly what they all needed.

           His riduur by his side was all Kix needed.

Credit for the use of Nabat Platoon to @cacodaemonia Please go check out her Reconstruction Corps AU here!

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Captain Rex for the character meme?

Wow, CJ breaking out the big guns on this one. Just go right for the big fave, lol.

Why I like themHow do I even begin to explain why I like Rex? I’m drawn to him. He’s so compelling. He’s upright and just; he wants to do the right thing so badly, and as the war progresses we see him lose and shift focus on what that actually is. He’s intelligent and an exceptional leader. He’s proud of his abilities, and rightfully so. His courage hurts my heart. And not just the courage to run into a firefight, guns blazing (which might also be a little reckless and thrill-seeking rather than courageous), but the courage to make tough decisions, and to live with them. To get up every day even when things are falling apart around him, and keep doing what he thinks he needs to do. The courage to let his view of the world change and shift and not fight to keep it static and stagnant, and to stand up for what he believes in. Also (or maybe because of that) he’s just really sexy.

Why I don’tThis is actual blasphemy.Favorite episode (scene if movie)I mean, the entirety of Umbara was incredible. And of course the scene where Rex is holding Fives as he dies and his voice is breaking, that just guts me.Favorite season/movieSeason 4 was gold because it had both Umbara and Zygerria.Favorite lineLike all of them? Obviously the really iconic ones are, “It’s Captain, sir,” and “I’m no Jedi.” *yeets an electrostaff*  But also I’ve always really liked, “I honor my code; that’s what I believe.”Favorite outfitMmmmmm his main armor is so iconic and I can’t not love it, especially the Phase II. But I do love his Zygerrian slaver costume, and also those dorky little goggles he wears in the Onderon arc. Oh and his lack of outfit in Cut’s barn.OTPI’m a garbage multishipper. But like, Rex and Cody I guess? If I had to pick just one.BrotpI was gonna say Rex and Ahsoka, but I dunno if he’d like…actively choose to hang out with her on his downtime (during the war years anyway; he might choose that in Rebels era, given their history by that point). And like, any of the clone BROTPs could just as easily be OTPs, depending on the fic/circumstances, so are they really BROTPs then? So I suppose again, Rex and Cody.Head CanonOh I actually have an answer for this one! Like most everything I think, I’m by no means attached to this idea exclusively, but it is an original idea that I haven’t seen anybody else voice yet. Headcanon: The original commander of the 501st was Rex’s batch brother and closest friend, who was captured very early in the war and brutally tortured for information about Anakin and Republic strategy. After he died, Rex was promoted, but he just can’t bring himself to be called the 501st’s commander, because it reminds him of his brother. Rex has ‘7566’ tattooed on his right hipbone. It’s small, blurry, and crudely done, because Rex did it himself with armor paint and a needle.Unpopular opinionHoo boy.Okay, here’s the deal. There’s a lot that polarizes this fandom at the moment. Rexsoka. Cloneshipping. Does Rex like Anakin? Is Rex’s hair dyed or natural? Just to name a few. And my opinions on these are always gonna be popular with half the fandom and unpopular with the other half. So I don’t know if I have a true unpopular opinion, because that implies that the majority of the fandom disagrees with me. And is there anything that this fandom actually agrees on?A wishI wish he’d gotten to see Cody again. In like a happy way, with Cody being free from the chip and the Empire. I wish he hadn’t had to go through Umbara. I wish he hadn’t had to go through any of what he went through.An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happenI dunno if this means something I don’t wanna see in canon, or something I don’t wanna see in the fandom. We’re actually getting more canon, so I guess I don’t wanna see Jesse or Echo turn on him with Order 66, and I don’t wanna see Rex have to defend himself against his own men. Also, someone I know apparently ran across a fic where Rex is…well let’s just say Krell does bad sexual things to Rex, and I never ever ever want to run across that myself.5 words to best describe themcourageous, true, spirited, steady, survivorMy nickname for themI mean it’s hard to give someone named Rex a nickname. But I do use the tag “my captain my king” on occasion. I know that crosses fandoms, but Boromir’s quote never spoke to me so much as it does applied to Rex: “I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king.”

[phoenixyfriend]

Dear Creator Letter (rarepair event):

I haven't done this style of exchange before, so I hope this is useful to you folks!

I generally prefer fics about either getting together, or facing an outside conflict together. I'm not a fan of plots that feature almost breaking up due to interpersonal conflicts. If they almost break up due to an outside force (e.g. a third party is trying to push one into a political marriage, someone is kidnapped, that sort of thing), then it's fine, but I don't like 'well, you work too much and it's really putting a strain on the relationship' type stuff. Speedbumps on the way to the relationship are fine, though.

Tropes I enjoy or am open to:

Time-travel

No Order 66/Fix-it

Outsider POV

Working with/around each other's PTSD with each other

Raising children together

Arranged/political marriage

Epistolary elements (not the whole fic)

Hurt/Comfort (NOT whump)

Space OSHA and Space Paperwork and Space Logistics

When the Force does something really weird

When the Jedi blame Mortis (or Morai) for the Force doing something really weird

I enjoy pretty much any kind of gender play, including:

Character is now Nonbinary

Trans (in the direction of canon)

Trans (in the direction opposite canon)

Questioning/Experimenting

Fluid

Magic sex swaps of the 'woke up with my body a different reproductive setup, am learning the meaning of gender euphoria' variety

Whatever the hell Ranma 1/2 technically is

I do like AUs of all sorts, so long as the core of the character is intact, with vibes to match. This includes:

Modern - chill bakery/coffee shop/bookstore/beekeeper stuff - classy criminal playing cat and mouse with the FBI agent trying to catch them - 'oh no, you're my teenager's English teacher and this parent-teacher conference just got very awkward because we started dating over the summer before I knew' - one of them is a celebrity - literally just whatever

Historical Fantasy (mostly for the fashion and/or if the author gets really invested in things like trade routes and agricultural pressures and inane tax law)

History AU but only if you go the Bridgerton route of Fun And Funky Tropes Without The Racism

Royal Fantasy

Soulmate

Role Swap (does not have to be between the ship!)

Backstory swap (e.g. Never a Jedi AU, Raised a Sith AU, Senator of Tatooine AU, etc.)

For Want of a Nail

Faustian Castle AU

Fusion crossovers, like: - Leverage AU - Enchanted (2007) AU - Miraculous Ladybug - Naruto - Girl Genius by Phil and Kaja Foglio (this is incredibly niche, ignore if you're not super into it already)

Regarding my unwanted list

Basic ship things:

No Barr*ssoka.

I do not care about cloneshipping, but would prefer it be in the background if it's there at all.

I do not mind CodyWan, but would prefer it be in the background if it's there at all.

No Master/Padawan. I have exceptions when reading, but for an exchange, I'd prefer not to have any in my gift.

While I do love poly, please stick to the ships requested for the main ship. (If there are two or more that have overlapping characters, though, feel free to smush them together, e.g. Jango/Ahsoka and Ahsoka/Quinlan are on there, so Jango/Ahsoka/Quinlan would be fine)

Basic character/setting things:

No character bashing.

The whole Anakin/Consequences movement is one that I dislike immensely. If you don't know what it is, you're probably not doing it. If you do know what it is, then you know what I mean here.

It is very common/popular to write Qui-Gon as a neglectful, cold, or downright abusive caregiver/parent figure to the children in his care. I do not like this in the slightest.

For some reason, a lot of writers are very casual about violating a character's bodily autonomy "for their own good." I don't like this (unless it's horror, but that's a different topic), and ask that you refrain from having characters do something like that for a character's own good unless there are some massive extenuating circumstances.

I'm pro-Jedi and pro-New Mandos. I do not want anything that suggests they: - deserved what happened to them - needed to change or learn to accept more militant values/that attachment is good - were stealing/brainwashing children or engaging in cultural genocide

That said, I'm fine with Jedi choosing to leave the Order if given a reason to. (e.g. Obi-Wan deciding to stay on Melida/Daan because the Force insisted he should Because Reasons is fine)

I do like the True Mandos but please don't lionize them.

I have minimal interest in the Original Trilogy and no interest in the Sequels; my mind is squarely in the Prequels and pre-canon era. - That said, I do delight in having baby versions of the characters present; I am always open to toddler Skywalker twins cameo. - I'm not very into the Bad Batch. Cameos are fine.

Basic vibe things:

I do not want PWP, and figured it's easier to just do a blanket "no thanks" on smut and kink than try to navigate the details.

I am not a fan of sexual tension being the primary driver of the romance. I'm on the ace spectrum myself, and it always rings false to me.

If you write Rebellion/OT setting versions of the ships, please don't go hard on the clones being Old.

As much as I love a/b/o, I do not want it here, thank you.

Also not super into folkore AUs or vampire/werewolf AUs.

Self-explanatory DNW:

incest (cloneshipping is fine)

minor/adult ships - age difference of less than three years is fine - major age difference where both are adults is fine

reader insert

Lower body fluids (talking about blood or saliva is fine; excrement is not)

Sick fic (injury recovery is fine) IDK I just get nothing out of most sick fic

Non-canon Dark Histories meant only to make someone more sympathetic or pitiable (e.g. especially Rape as Backstory)

Downer endings (includes breakups that are not resolved)

Particularly dark topics, including: - Noncon - major character death (I'm fine with "Tarkin died and that sure is impacting the war" but "the main character's younger sister just died and the plot revolves around the grief" is a bit much) - underage sexual content - adultery/infidelity - whump - unresolved terminal illness - suicide - self-harm - domestic abuse - child abuse

ABOUT THE SHIPS (Favorite ships are bolded)

These are not prompts! These are just me trying to explain why/how I ship them, and the vibes I usually go for.

Ships I've enjoyed in theory or in fic, in both canon and weird AUs:

Anakin Skywalker/Cody I'm a huge fan of Anakin really, really wanting to impress Cody, and Cody being very hard to impress, but easily amused by Anakin's attempts. They're as close to equals as a clone and a natborn can be, and I think there's a lot to be explored with them.

Rex/Asajj Ventress Rex also does not want to be doing what he is doing. This crush is a terrible idea but holy shit he's doing it anyway. Ventress is fascinated by him despite herself.

Padme Amidala/Asajj Ventress: Padme "I can fix her" Amidala and Asajj "what is wrong with you do you not have a sense of self-preservation" Ventress

Barriss Offee/Anakin Skywalker Did you know they're only two years apart in canon? I like to imagine their hypothetical interactions during or after the war, when Barriss is either on her way to a Fall (cynical and losing faith, but not yet there) or recovering/on parole and learning to trust in the Force again, while Anakin is... basically on that same journey, but a few years ahead. He's already had his big horrible moment on Tatooine, and he relates to her in ways most of her peers can't.

Anakin Skywalker/Bo-Katan Kryze They are nightmare children to their respective older siblings and I adore them.

Shmi Skywalker/Mace Windu I haven't seen this ship before but I saw it in the tags list and I am Intrigued. Stepdad Mace is definitely fun, or we can always go with a "new bio dad for Ani" AU.

Jango Fett/Shmi Skywalker Two characters who are canonically defined by their parenthood (Shmi only exists because of Darth Vader's role in the OT; Jango only exists because of Boba's) but have been given more personality and backstory by extended canon, and I just. They have some very mixed up Traumas and Ethics. Shmi would have so many opinions on his actions. But also there is room for another bio-dad for Ani thing, if you want.

Qui-Gon Jinn/Jaster Mereel I haven't really seen this ship but I want to imagine them running into each other during the Obitine Year on the Run and just being Grumpy Old Men about having to pretend they don't notice the teenagers sneaking off for suspiciously long firewood gathering trips.

Anakin Skywalker/Torrent Company ...listen. IDK what to say about this. Anakin just really wants to make it up to his men for being in this situation. It's not a healthy dynamic and is driven at least partly by guilt.

Satine Kryze/Quinlan Vos Haven't read it before but HEY just be nice to Satine and I'll probably enjoy it.

Satine Kryze/Asajj Ventress Please just imagine Satine being a disciplinary partner who's teaching Ventress how to be a better person but they have to be really weird about it so that Ventress doesn't spook and run off because people are being Too Nice to her.

Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze POLITICAL NONSENSE AT ITS FINEST

Quinlan Vos/Obi-Wan Kenobi This is technically one of my OTPs but there's enough of it around that I'm not bothered if it's skipped. IDK why but I default to one of them being a trans dude for this ship more often than not.

Luminara Unduli/Obi-Wan Kenobi I think they'd be very chill and that Luminara is so calm and nice and polite that when she does make a snippy comment about a rude senator or something, Obi-Wna is the only one that gets it and he is delighted by the quiet sass.

Luminara Unduli/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos Mix of the above, with an added dash of "one of us is masquerading as the brain cell but we're actually all here for the chaos."

Feemor/Shmi Skywalker I'd never heard of it until I saw the tag in this exchange but it looks like A LOT of fun.

Padme Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Political shenanigans and extensive sass.

Jango Fett/Quinlan Vos I haven't really touched on them outside of a poly situation before, but I Wish To Hear More.

Open to age difference (as long as both are adults) OR time-travel:

Cody/Shmi Skywalker Listen to me. Listen. I think Cody would adore a woman who is calm and capable and worldly without being cynical or superpowered or mean. She's just very pragmatic and down to earth and kind and I think Cody would find that comforting. Meanwhile, Cody is also pragmatic, but he's the kind of capable that covers Shmi's own unskilled areas (primarily combat), that doesn't try to ignore or over-pity her history as a slave, and is capable of dealing with her superpowered child without being overwhelmed by the Force Abilities.

Anakin Skywalker/Mace Windu With an age difference at play, this is just... an explosion of Anakin's daddy issues, and Mace just humoring those issues, where Anakin is really into him but also really angry about it. Yes he wants to impress Mace. Yes he is also a little dedicated to pissing Mace off. It's complicated. (Please have Anakin being at least 23 if they've got an age difference of over a decade on.) Without the age difference, it's still the daddy issues, except this time Mace doesn't know what the hell he did to earn Anakin's complicated feelings.

Anakin Skywalker/Luminara Unduli I like the idea of Luminara being interested in a guy who is so totally the polar opposite of her. She doesn't want to fix him, but wants to be around him, and wants to be around that fire and passion, even if she has to rein him in once in a while. Anakin, meanwhile, finds her a genuinely calming presence, and the smiles and touches she graces him with when he does something difficult have him wanting to make her proud.

Bo-Katan Kryze/Ahsoka Tano NGL I'm mostly invested in either time-travel where Bo-Katan is inexplicably obsessed with a significantly more martial Jedi than the average, or canon timeline where the two of them are regularly coming to each other for comfort or help in the aftermath of RotS.

I primarily engage with these ships through time-travel or other AUs, as they are from different parts or generations of canon:

Jango Fett/Ahsoka Tano I've written so many time-travel fics about these two and all I can say is that I love Jango being reluctantly in love with a Jedi, because he shouldn't like her (either because Galidraan already happened and he's angry about it, or Galidraan hasn't happened but he's Mando and she's Jedi), while Ahsoka has some Conflicted Feelings about Jango because of the clones.

Ahsoka Tano/Quinlan Vos Fuck yeah, spies.

[eyayah-oya]

Carry You With Me Always

Buckle up everyone, because I have three prompts today!

Cloneship Week 2021 - Tattoos - @cloneshipweek

Rex/Echo

Rating: G

Warnings: very vague references to something bad happening to Tup and Dogma in the past

Ao3 link--Ao3 has some world building notes about Tup, Dogma, and Mom Echo if you want to check those out!

           Lazy days were Echo’s favorite.  They always had been.  Especially the days when Rex didn’t have to be a commander masquerading as a captain.  (Echo still didn’t understand how hard it was to sign off on a promotion for Rex. Skywalker knew how to sign his own name.)  It was the third day of leave on Coruscant, just when the duties required of the commanding officers tapered off to allow them time off just like their men.

           Rex entered the officer barracks with two cups of caf and a datapad tucked under his arm.  He must have recently taken a water shower, as he looked cleaner than the sonics were able to achieve.  For a moment, Echo mourned the opportunity to shower with Rex but they figured there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

           “Morning,” Echo called, their voice deep and raspy from sleep.

           He looked up, though Echo noted he didn’t actual startle. Rex only got that jumpy when he hadn’t been sleeping, so he at least got some rest since the 501st arrived on Coruscant.  That was good.  Echo had been worried when Rex hadn’t shown up the past two nights to the bunk they shared when not on the Resolute.

           A warm smile, reserved just for Echo, softened Rex’s face and filled Echo with happiness.  “Morning, Echo,” he responded.  With ease, he set the two caf cups down on his desk without spilling a drop, the datapad following immediately after.  Then, with slumped shoulders and tired eyes, he fell onto the bed beside Echo and nuzzled their shoulder.

           “Meetings go badly?” they mused as ran their fingers across the closely cropped blonde hair.

           “Eh, not too bad.  Just long.  General Mundi preached about the value of life again and Gree got into an argument with General Fisto over some obscure plant the 41st found on their last campaign.  I think if they’d been in the same room, it would have become a physical fight.”

           Echo snorted.  “That would definitely be interesting to watch.  What did General Unduli do?”

           “I’m 90% sure she was either sleeping standing up, or talking to General Kenobi telepathically.  Kenobi kept snickering every once in a while, so I wouldn’t put it past them.”  Rex shook his head as best as he could from where his face was smooshed against Echo’s shoulder.  “Anything big happen with the boys?”

           “Denal and Attie got arrested again.  I’m pretty sure they’re trying to court the intake officer in the Corrie’s brig.  I escorted Dogma and Tup around the city the first day and ended up taking them to Tatta. You know, the vod who gives the best tattoos?”

           Rex hummed in acknowledgment.  “Can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure, but I’ve heard he’s one of the best on Coruscant.  Did Tup and Dogma end up getting any tattoos?”

           “Tup got a little tear below his eye and Dogma got a really cool one over his face.  Kix is gonna have a conniption when he sees that; you know how he is with large facial tattoos,” Echo said with amusement.  “Dogma struggled a bit at first, but Tup talked him through his anxiety and held his hand.”

           “That’s good.  I’ll make sure to pair them up on campaigns.  Aren’t they twins?”

           Echo nodded.  While not numerous, there were several sets of twins in the GAR.  Commanders Thire and Thorn in the Corrie Guard, Kix and Captain Keeli, Tup and Dogma, Lupis and Canis in the Wolfpack, and of course Echo and their twin Fives. Commanding officers tried to keep twins together as much as possible, though it doesn’t always happen, like with Kix and Keeli.

           “You could have warned me they were former Corries,” Echo grumbled.  “Technically I was escorting them, but it was mostly them dragging me all over the city. Although, they did take me to this diner with the most amazing nerf burgers.  I’ll have to take you sometime.  They’re sweet kids, but they also could use a lot more support than the average vod. Something happened to them when they were with the Guard.”

           Rex sighed.  “I know. Fox briefed me on their situation. I won’t tell you what happened exactly—they should do that themselves—but it was bad.  We’ll take care of them, I promise.”

           “Good.”  Echo nodded once and wrapped their left arm around Rex’s shoulder and pulled him in closer. Rex flung his own arm back over Echo. Immediately they hissed as their right pec flared with a stinging pain.

           Immediately, Rex sat up in concern.  “Echo?  What’s wrong?”

           Echo grinned sheepishly.  “Well, Tup and Dogma were really nervous to get tattoos since the Guard isn’t allowed to have tattoos.  And I might have gotten a tattoo to help them be more comfortable.”

           “Really?” Rex grinned.  Without hesitation, he gently placed his hand over Echo’s pec, exactly in the same spot he had left a handprint on their first set of armor. He didn’t have to guess what tattoo they had decided to get.  Echo arched into the touch, the sting sharp and pointed and somehow exactly perfect.  “Can I see it?” Rex asked softly.

           “Help me get the shirt off, and yes,” Echo answered. They surged upwards, ignoring the pain from his tattoo, so they could press a heated and soft kiss to Rex’s lips.

With far more reverence than they usually have time for, Rex slid his fingers under the hem of their loose shirt, trailing over the firm muscles and warm skin. Echo shivered deliciously and lightly sucked on his lower lip, rather than help their boyfriend in any way. Inch by inch, more skin was revealed until Rex pulled away to tug the shirt over Echo’s head.  They helped, lifting their arms over their head to allow the shirt to slide free.

           In the exact same placement as their armor, a handprint had been tattooed completely in a darker blue than they used for their armor. The dark blue color the Rishi eel’s blood had been.  The permanent mark on their skin was a bold proclamation of who Echo belonged to.  A way to inform everyone who they went home to and who they would always go back for.  That day on Rishi was life-changing for both of them for more than one reason. It was the day Echo had lost their batchmates, save for Fives, and the day they had both joined the 501st. It was the day Echo had first met Rex, a young shiny who was in awe of the legendary captain.  And it was the day that began Echo’s journey of falling completely in love with the man behind the legend.

           Rex traced the edges of the tattoo gently, barely ghosting over the skin.  It was still swollen and red from the needle, but that would go away in a couple more days. Echo didn’t mind a little bit of pain if it meant they could wear Rex’s mark in his skin as well as their armor.

           “Do you like it?” they asked cheekily, already knowing the answer.

           “I love it.  They did a really good job.  Does it hurt a lot?” Rex asked.

           Echo wobbled his head from side to side.  “A little, but it’s not bad.  Barely noticeable, really.”

           “Good.”  And with that, Rex pressed his hand against the mark and pushed Echo back onto the bed until he was leaning directly over them.  “Because I need to show you exactly how much I like it.”

           They eagerly reached up and wrapped their arms around Rex’s neck, pulling him down against them, though they both were careful not to dislodge his hand from its place on Echo’s chest.  Echo pressed their forehead against Rex’s, letting them bask in the peaceful moment instead of the hurried seconds they only managed to snatch while out on the front.  Eventually, the keldabe shifted to the more traditional type of kissing, their tongues tangling together languidly.  They had all day and the rest of the tenday to relax and enjoy.  They could take their time, and Echo couldn’t be happier.

           “I love you,” they whispered between kisses.

           “I love you, my eyayah.  My Echo with my mark,” Rex answered before diving back into their mouth and showing them exactly how much he needed and loved them.

           Echo shivered with delight, the intimacy of the moment barricading everything else from the Captain’s quarters.  For a time, they existed in a bubble, cut off from the galaxy and perfectly at peace together.

           Then, the bubble popped.

           “Does the Captain really have to know?  I mean, it’s not like he’d be surprised.”

           “Fives, don’t be an idiot.  You know he always needs to know when we brawl with the Wolfpack so he can keep Commander Wolffe from killing us.”

           “But if we go in there, Echo will kill us.”

           “I’d rather die by Echo’s hand than by Commander Wolffe’s! He’s scary!”

           “Oh, lighten up, Jesse!  I wouldn’t mind fighting with the Commander!”

           “ . . . Hardcase . . . “

           “What?  It’s true!”

           “I’m gonna tell him!”

           “Fives, don’t you dare!”

           With matching, heavy sighs, Echo and Rex broke apart and turned to the door.  Yes, Echo loved lazy days.  But those days never lasted long, and they loved their brothers just as much.

           “I’ll go deal with Hardcase’s unacknowledged romantic feelings for Commander Wolffe.  You need to get some sleep,” Echo said, giving Rex a soft kiss on the cheek as they grabbed their t-shirt.  “Think I can make Jesse prefer he’d faced the Commander?”

           Rex smirked and flopped down by Echo’s side instead of on top of them.  “I know you will.  I’ll be here when they’re all suitably punished.  Come back and we can finish what we started.”  His eyes were dark with hunger and love, sending a shiver through Echo.  That was a promise they wouldn’t pass up for anything.

           “I’ll be back after I finish wrangling the children.  I’ll probably drag Dogma and Tup along so they can laugh at Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase,” Echo said with a grin.  They pulled their shirt over their head and climbed over Rex to stand up.  “They could use the enrichment.”

           Rex only laughed.  Lazy days really were the best.

[eyayah-oya]

Hope Will Sustain Us, My Darling

Cloneship Week | Day 3 - Wings - @cloneshipweek

Tup/Wooley/Comet

Rating: G

Warnings: they are so cute you’ll get sick, uhh very minor mentioned injury

Ao3 link

           The planet they were on was warm, with yellow and red flora, and a deep blue sky.  Fluffy looking clouds gathered in the distance, though Dogma assured Tup that it wouldn’t rain.  That was definitely a good thing because the storms on this planet were rumored to be very dangerous, the winds strong enough to pick people up and fling them high into the sky.  Predators prowled the grasslands, lying in wait for unsuspecting victims to bite and paralyze.  Even the bugs could be dangerous, since the glowing, flying bugs would explode if they were swatted or touched.

           Despite the dangers, Tup still thought it was beautiful. Especially with the sun beginning to set.  A red dwarf turned the sky various shades of fiery orange and golden yellow, the rays reaching out and dusting the clouds with traces of pink and purple.  Two years ago, Tup would never have been able to describe the peace and beauty of the evening on this random planet, nor would he have believed that any environment could be anything but cold, dark, and rainy.

           Tup had never been so glad to be wrong before.

           “Look,” Wooley pointed, his voice soft to preserve the calm that had settled over the three battalions stationed there.  Off in the distance, the strange herbivores came out of hiding, their long forelegs reaching down to grab grass and stuff it in their mouths.  General Kenobi had gone off on an adventure earlier in the day to study them, Commander Cody growling and complaining by his side the whole way.

           “Did anyone manage to get the holovid of the Commander chasing one of those after it stole his bucket?” Tup wondered out loud.

           Wooley snorted.  “I’ve already got it saved in as many places as I could.  And Commander Wolffe and Commander Ponds owe me a favor for sending it to them.”

           Tup stretched his arms and then his wings behind him, wincing slightly at the twinge of pain.  He’d sprained his left wing in the battle the day before and was supposed to take it easy until it was completely healed.  Unfortunately, that meant he couldn’t fly up to join Comet among the clouds. His other boyfriend, however, had elected to stay firmly planted on the ground by Tup’s side, and Tup couldn’t help but melt at the thoughtfulness.

Wooley must have noticed his flinch, as soon, he was wrapped up in the ARC’s arms and cuddled against his chest.  His wings curled around them both, protecting them from the slight breeze and keeping their warmth inside the small cocoon they’d made.  It was soothing, and Tup gladly leaned against Wooley.  He laced their fingers together and squeezed lightly.

           “Ten credits says Comet ends up injuring himself,” Wooley says with a smirk as he adjusted to better support Tup’s weight.

           Tup tore his gaze away from the distant herbivores to watch the various clone troopers flying high up in the sky, playing tag or holding competitions for who could do the best aerial stunts.  Delighted shrieks and laughter would float down to those who remained on the ground on occasion, bringing smiles to all who heard.

           Comet made a particularly daring move, stealing Jesse’s helmet from right off his belt and speeding back towards Sinker and Boost. The chase was on.  Tup watched as the Wolfpack played keep-away against the 501st brothers, with the 212th switching sides randomly to add to the chaos.

           “You’re on,” Tup decided.  He had faith in their boyfriend and figured Sinker and Boost would likely prevent Comet from getting injured.

           They both watched avidly as the scarlets and purples of the sunset painted the armor and wings of their vod’e, turning them from average clone troopers into works of art.  Tup wished that holos were able to truly capture everything he was seeing. He would love to hold this moment in time, with all the colors and sounds, the feel of Wooley’s arms and wings wrapped comfortably around him, and the serenity of the planet in his heart for the rest of his life.

           “Hey Wooley?”

           “Hmm?”

           “Do you ever think about what will happen to us after the war is over?” Tup asked as he leaned his head against Wooley’s shoulder.

           They sat silently for several long minutes while Wooley thought his question over.  “I guess I have,” he said eventually.  “Not really consciously in a this-is-what-I-want-to-do-with-my-life way, but there are things that I fight for, that I hold onto.”

           Tup hummed thoughtfully.  “What kind of things?”

           “For a while, it was fighting to make Commander Cody and the General proud of me.  To not let them down, no matter what.  When I met Comet, I decided to fight so I could always come back to him.  Now, I fight for both of you and the life we could build together once the war is over.”  Wooley pressed a soft kiss to Tup’s temple, and he could feel his boyfriend smiling against his skin.  “Before, I fought for duty, but now, I guess, I’m fighting this war for hope.”

           “That’s a good thing to fight for,” Tup said.  “I want a house with a big yard and lots of plants and trees around.  We’ll have an office where you can actually write down all the stories you tell and a garage for me so I can tinker without getting anything dirty.  Comet can have a really big kitchen so he can experiment with cooking and baking all he likes.  We’d probably have so many guest rooms and we’d definitely need an enormous cooler.  We’d have Rex, Commander Wolffe, and General Kenobi trying to give us more food all the time.  All our vod’e would live nearby and we’d have big parties and bonfires, just like we do after good battles.  Probably have a bunch of ad’e running around, too.”

           “I like the sound of that,” Wooley murmured.

           Comet whizzed past them, flying as low as he dared and tossing a wink their way before speeding back up to the clouds, Fives right behind him and shouting curses.

           Yes, that was the perfect future.