#rip waxer

[deathxxfandom]

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Finished the Umbara arc tonight and...

I rewatched this specific shot, like, twelve times 😍😍😍

Nice to have moments like this when, you know, other scenes come up...

"Live to fight another day, boys." 💔

"Everyone, stop firing! We're shooting at our own men! Look, we're clones! WE'RE ALL CLONES!" ��😭😭

Thank heavens for Rex being as observant as he is, noticing the tiny bit of chin showing under the fallen clone's helmet, and going to investigate 💔

So now that I'm sufficiently sad, next up is the slavery story...

[illustratingari]

Me watching any Star Wars animated show:

Me: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP [insert clone] D*ED BRING HIM BACKKK

Mom: It’s just a cartoon stop crying!

Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND!

[techs-goggles9902]

Waxer Wednesday!

Wdym he died? HE SURVIVED UMBARA, REUNITED WITH NUMA, AND IS LIVING ON A QUIET LITTLE WORLD, NO EMPIRE, JUST HAPPY.

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Rip Rex 😔

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[barcaatthemoon]

“i trust you. do it.” with kk harvey?

wax on, wax off || caroline harvey x reader ||

caroline laid on her stomach with her feet kicking behind her as she watched you. it was routine for you to do your own waxing. you had all the resources and skills that you needed. in your eyes, there was no reason for you to go out and blow extra money when you could do it yourself.

"does it hurt?" caroline asked you.

"babe, you've been waxed before. you know what it feels like," you laughed. caroline pushed herself up and off of the bed. you were pretty much finished with yourself, but there was just enough wax left in the pot for you to do a bit extra if caroline asked. you always made sure to set aside from, never knowing if she'd finally ask.

"well yeah, but you doing it to yourself changes things. also, this isn't what it looks like when i make appointments," caroline said. you sighed as you turned to face her.

"give me your arm," you told her. caroline looked a little nervous, but she stuck her arm out anyway. you placed a little bit on a spot on her forearm. "ready?"

"yeah, i trust you. do it." caroline kept her eyes squeezed shut. you thought it was sort of funny and wondered if she did this at the waxer's. you ripped away the wax, and caroline's fist clenched.

"that wasn't too bad, right?"

"nope, not at all," caroline answered. she quickly turned away, and you pretended not to hear the way her voice went up a bit.

[meshla-cyarika]

Romance on Felucia

Pairings: Cody x AFAB!reader

Word count: 1,112

Tags/warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship, fingering, penetration, p in v, neck kissing

Summary: It's been a long week and all Cody wants to do is look after you.

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The sun is sinking into the horizon, painting the Felucia town in yellow, orange and red. If you were to look up, you'd be able to see the shadow of the venators hanging just out of orbit.

A sigh leaves your lips and you roll your shoulders to try and get rid of all the kinks and knots. It's been a long week. Atleast the Felucia people allowed you and the rest of the Republic troops to reside in their town for as long as you need. The houses Obi-Wan and yourself were given aren't the most glamorous houses in the galaxy, but they're the best that they could offer. It's the thought that counts and you'll honestly accept anything over sleeping on the floor.

The wooden door creaks on it's hinges, as you pull it open and push it shut behind you.

"Wondered when you would turn in for the night." Cody stands from the desk he was working at and strides across the room to encapsulate you in a deep embrace. A content sigh slips past your lips, as you wrap your arms around him in return. Cody, your beautiful cyare, is the only thing that's made this campaign bearable.

You release a hum in response, too busy savouring the feeling of him pressed agaisnt you without his plastoid in the way.

"That bad, huh?" Cody chuckles, pulling away from the hug to place his hands either side of your face. You push yourself onto your tiptoes to press your lips against his. Cody hums into the kiss moving in the familiar dance you both share. The kiss was supposed to be chaste and tame, but as Cody nips at your bottom lip, you can't help but willingly open your mouth, clumsily following his movements.

"Cody." You pull away and he just moves onto your neck, sucking marks that Kenobi and your Commander will inevitably tease you about.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna shower," Cody pulls away from your neck to give you his best bedroom eyes, "as in a proper shower."

"Can I still join you?" He asks.

"Sure," he places a kiss on your forehead, "you stink too." A yelp escapes your lips, when he pinches your waist.

You leave your saber on a nearby table and walk into the bathroom with Cody following. You don't even get the chance to raise your hands, before Cody is skillfully untying your robes.

As soon as your last garment hits the floor, you step under the shower head and set it to just the right temperature.

Cody steps in behind you and begins massaging your shoulders, causing you to let out a grateful hum. "You're really tense."

"Jinx and Tune have befriended your pair of chuckle brothers. They make me want to rip my hair out of my own head." You say in reference to Boil and Waxer.

"Yeah, they'll do that." Cody can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips at the thought of his brothers tormenting you.

The silence that follows is soothing. The hot water combined with Cody's hands manages to smooth out all the knots in your muscles. Your arms ache from the constant movement of using your saber, along with moving debri and supplies out of the way. So, when you fail to wash your hair completely twice, Cody takes over.

You let yourself enjoy the sensation of his fingers working through your hair for a few minutes, but then you become hyper aware of his half hard dick occasionally bumping agaisnt your hip. You had originally thought that you were so exhausted that you couldn't even get aroused, but it seems he's always able to prove you wrong.

There's still suds sliding down your back, when you turn around and slot your mouth against his. He kisses you back like he's been suppressed from physical touch for years. You allow him to back you up agaisnt the shower wall and you almost wince at how cold the tiles are.

"Someone's earger." You say between hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"You started it." He says back, before raising one of your legs to hook around his waist and you take that as a signal to take the leap of faith into his arms. Cody holds the back of your thighs, as your ankles cross behind his back. "What happened to being tired?"

"Guess you're going to have to tire me back out, Commander." You purr agaisnt his ear. A borderline growl resonates in his throat and he doesn't hesitate to sink his index and middle finger knuckle deep into your cunt. A wail rips from your throat and you lean your head back agaisnt the cool tiles.

"Been thinking about you all day." He curls his finger just at the right angle, tearing a moan from you. "Sat in that room, waiting for you, and all I could think about was fucking you into that matress, about how you clench around me when you're so close."

You'd almost be embarrassed about how you're already on the edge of ecstasy, if you were awake enough to care. The coil inside of you tightens and tightens and-

"Cody?!" His pulls his fingers from you and has the audacity to suck them clean.

"Sorry, cyar'ika, I couldn't help myself." Cody gives you a shit eating grin that you're about to smack off his face, but your train of thought crashes apart when he finally thrusts his dick all the way to the root in one go.

Your back arches off of the wall, as he sets a brutal pace. There's a burning sting at the stretch, but you relish in the pain. Cody doesn't fail to hit that special spot inside you over and over again.

"Oh, fuck! I'm not going to last long!" You tuck your face into his neck to suck marks into his sun kissed skin.

"Cum for me." His words send you over the edge and utter pleasure sparks all the way down to your feet. You slump against him and you can't help the way your inner muscles spasm erratically.

"Cody-!" The overstimulation is almost too much, but three more weak thrusts agaisnt you have him hurtling over the edge and he spills his load deep inside of you. Thank the Maker the GAR insists on birth control implants.

"So," Cody leans away from you to look you in the eyes, "did I tire you out?"

"Shut up." You slot your mouth agaisnt his.

Nothing could've prepared you for Obi-Wan confronting you about wasting water rations, then seeing the necklace of purple marks hanging around your throat and tormenting you about it for the rest of the campaign.

[cynfulworld]

I'm lying herel, trying to imagine what it wrote feel like to eat you out, and I need to know if you shave down there?

A.

I do so love being on your mind darling. No I don’t shave, I wax. I love the sweetness of warm wax being spread on my pussy and then the delicious pain of it being ripped off. The waxer using their firm fingers to rub oil onto my skin to soothe it afterwards, always fuels fantasies for me. The sweet little bonus is that for a couple of days after I’m so sensitive, pussy slaps have an extra sting and I just can’t help myself ☺️💋 I do hope that helps 😉 xoxo

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Heeeey , congratulations for the 700 followers ! 💚

I would like to request the two prompts :

"Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for." (Joseph Heller, Catch 22) and "For you , a thousand times over." (Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner) with Fives x reader, if you please 🥰

Thank you, and I'm looking forward to read your next fics 💕

@griffedeloup Thank you so much for your second request love! And another Fives one at that! Ahhh I love Fives.

Okay this one isn't as fluffy as the first one I wrote for you, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Love oo.

Come Back To Me

Warnings: Character death, tears, guilt, betrayal, vomiting, emotions, Umbara arc, grief, lost of trust, fear, kissing, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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There was a heavy, unbearable silence that hung in the air as everyone looked at each other. The 212th and the 501st were beyond devastated. It was one thing to lose brothers in combat because they were fighting enemy forces, but to lose brothers because they’d been set up by their own General was even worse, and to be the ones responsible for killing your vode was contemptible and sickening. 

You fought your tears, as you held your hand on Waxer’s wound doing your best to try and stop the bleeding, even though everyone knew there wasn’t any hope. As much as you fought to, you couldn’t help it when your eyes locked with Commander Cody’s confirming what everyone already expected, you slowly shook your head, there was nothing you could do for him. It wasn’t long after that Waxer breathed out his last and closed his eyes for the final time. 

With a huff you threw down the bacta gauze, you needed to get away from there, you needed to breathe, to recoup, you didn’t hesitate as you got up and walked, well practically ran away. You were angry. Annoyed. Grief stricken. Guilt ridden. There were simply too many emotions at once you were trying to deal with and being around everyone wasn’t helping. 

Rex did what any good Captain would do as he rushed after you and grabbed your arm calling your name, trying to do his best to comfort you, “Hey, stop. It’s not your fault. What happened to Waxer, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” You yanked your arm away from him, harshly ripping it from his hold; maybe you shouldn’t have been so short tempered or even so angry, but he had to know they weren’t the only ones that were hurting. Especially, since it was your blaster shot that hit Waxer,  and even as a medic, it was your job to save him. You were supposed to save him, and yet you failed him, all of them there too. 

Your feet carried you as fast as they could to a secluded spot. You couldn’t take one more pair of eyes staring at you. One pair of eyes asking you why this happened. Just because you were a civilian contract, somehow, you were supposed to have the answers? As soon as there was silence and relative peace, you bent over vomiting the contents of your meagre dinner on the ground of Umbara. The tears were free flowing as it all came crashing down on top of you. Your knees gave way as the last barrier you had, broke down; guilt overriding any other emotion at that moment. 

You didn’t hear him come up behind you, not that you ever did; you simply felt his comforting arm wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, as his other hand guided your head to his shoulder, holding you there as his body practically wrapped around you as he kneeled beside you. 

“Cyar’ika” Fives whispered, “It’s not your fault. None of what happened is your fault. It’s not ours either.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, holding you close as you sobbed your heart out, he felt like your soul was being torn in two as he tightened his arm around you, “I got you, cyare. I got you.”

You held on to his arm, needing his warmth and touch to ground you; this wasn’t something you’d been trained for; sure you were a combat medic, but you were trained to handle droids, hostile aggressors not … to be fraked by your own General. Not to be responsible for the deaths of fellow clone soldiers, friends, brother-in-arms, men you’d shared drinks with; this wasn’t supposed to happen.

About an hour later Rex and Cody had come up with a plan to arrest General Krell, once they laid out the details to their, in your opinion, kamikaze idea, you couldn’t keep silent as you shook your head at their strategy.

“I’m sorry, you guys are just going to walk up and arrest him! Because a man who’s psychotic and sets his own men to attack each other will just say, ‘Oh okay, I’m under arrest.’?!”

“Cyar’ika …” Fives reached over and squeezed your shoulder trying to calm you down, “it needs to be done.” He glanced over to Rex and Cody, silently asking them to give you both a minute. Once you and he were alone, Fives gently cupped your cheek, “What’s wrong?”

Tears began sliding down your cheek as you shook your head, “I can’t … I can’t lose you. Any of you. We already lost so many, Waxer, Hardcase, Ringo, Oz, Echo, Trap, Redeye, Mixer, Denal, … maybe not all here on Umbara, but … I can’t lose you, too.”

Fives pressed his forehead against yours, “Cyare, you’re not going to lose me.”

“How can you know?” Your voice choked as you asked, fighting back the warm lump that was rising in your throat along with your fears and your worries.

“Because anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for; I’d lay down my life for you and for my brothers, but I want to live, love. My dear, you are worth living for, and I want to live for you. For us. I will come back to you. I will kill anything and everything that ever tries to stop me from getting to you.”

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding as you pressed your forehead to his chin, “You have to promise. Promise me, you will come back to me.”

“For you, a thousand times over. I promise, I will always come back to you.” Fives tilted your head to look into your eyes, those eyes he loved so much. The ones that captured his soul the moment he met you, “Never will I ever stop fighting to come back to you. I love you.” 

You didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between you both as you pressed your lips to his, wanting to remember how he felt against your lips, the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his mouth. He pulled away, kissing your cheek and neck quickly as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“We’ll be back soon. Look after the wounded. I’ll come back for you.”

“You better, or I’ll bring you back from the dead and kick your ass.”

Fives chuckled as he held you tight, “I’ll hold you to that.” You felt him pull away, you looked at him one last time before he put on his helmet, joining Rex and the others as they went to confront General Krell. You closed your eyes and pushed the worry and fear aside as you focused on the wounded that needed your help. 

All you could do is wait to hear whether they’d been successful or if you’d have to find a way to kill him yourself. 

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[hello-there-cyarika]

Hive Troopers!

But what if the Kaminoans crossed Jango's DNA with some sort of Nabooian or Alderaanian honey bee? It probably helps them communicate on the battlefield, and obviously they get the benefits of not needing a jetpack! I've got a lot of thoughts about these boys, but I'll just give some of the basics for now:

The troopers can use communicate sort of like a hive mind! It's not as sophisticated as using communicators, but they can convey feelings and vague ideas

Their antennae are very sensitive! They can be used to sense touch, smell, taste, some vibrations, temperature, and more! I think that ARFs like Waxer and Boil would probably learn to use them with a lot more skill through their training, in the same way they'd learn to use more complex or advanced HUD modes.

I think that troopers' stingers would be closer to the stingers that wasps have: retractable, and doesn't cause them to die after one sting by getting ripped off.

Troopers' wings are also probably way more durable, I can't imagine the Kaminoans sending them into battle with anything fragile like that, so they probably modified the DNA. I think the wings are pretty flexible instead of being breakable.

I'll go into this more another time, if anyone is interested, but I think that the distribution of internal organs would be significantly different with the addition of the secondary abdomen.

The boys are FLUFFY!!!

I think that the fluff would be kinda waterproof (I mean,,,, they grew up on Kamino and all) but on the other hand I think it'd make fire waaaay more dangerous. I think that blaster bolts could also cause the fluff to catch fire....

Can they make honey? yeah dude they're beeeeeees

They probably made space-mead out of it lmao

I have a lot of feelings about the way cadets are grown in little tubes land sleep in tubes on the walls like bees use honeycomb for their larvae and its all in large curved structures and how the whole thing seems just a touch like a hive......

They can DEFINITELY dance maps like bees can!!!! The ARCs and ARFs are the best at it.

They don't have compound eyes, but they do have hexagonal pupils!

I'm gonna doodle more of this whenever I have time, so let me know if you want to see anything specific, or have any fun ideas from this? I'd love to talk about them!!! <3

I also want to say that I have been VERY heavily inspired by @mothask! Please go have a look at their amazing fluffy moth boys!

@yukipri's winged au is also a huge inspiration for this! Y'all have GOT to go check out "Take Flight, Brothers All" on ao3 it's SO GOOD!!

And finally, a lot of the ideas I've developed about the bees' ARF training have come from the Reconstruction Corps AU (specifically Open Skies), created by the amazing @cacodaemonia!! I've got a lot of plans for Wax and Bo as ARF bees that I'm so excited to get started on!

So much love and appreciation to all of my inspirations!!!!! <333333

I have no idea if anyone's made anything like this before lol, but if anyone has I'd love to know!!

<3 I do not give my consent or my permission for my art to be re-posted or reuploaded on this or any other website <3

[elthadriel]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for Cody/Waxer/Boil?

It’s really just a combination of unfortunate positioning and having been awake for long enough that Boil had forced himself to stop keeping track.

Boil’s helmet comm crackles, Butcher’s voice coming through patchy and full of static. “Commander Cody, this is LT Butcher reporting.”

Cody’s helmet hangs at his waist, visor smashed beyond all reasonable use. He speaks into the comm at his wrist instead. “Butcher, report.”

Boil’s throat constricts, anxious nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Made contact with Waxer and his unit,” Butcher says. He sounds as tired as the rest of them, but the relief in his tone gives away the good news even before he continues. “All accounted for. Some minor injuries to attend to, and then we’ll join you at the extraction point.”

“Minor injuries?” Patchwork says from somewhere behind Boil. “After the scare they gave us they couldn’t have mustered up something more dramatic?”

Boil barely hears it. The news takes a moment to sink in, for the numb dread he’s been nursing to be replaced with jubilant relief. It only takes another moment for him to remind himself where he is, and the professionalism that’s expected of him. Unfortunately before that second realisations hits he does something uncharacteristic and provides Patchwork with the drama he’s looking for.

Boil rips off his helmet and grabs the man closest to him, laying one right on the man’s mouth. He realises what exactly he’s doing as soon as their mouths make contact and then he’s wrenching himself backwards, eyes wide.

The only saving grace is that Marshal Commander Cody of the Third Systems army looks more confused than annoyed.

The silence is uncomfortably dense. The longer Cody stares at him the worse it gets, morphing into something that squirms in Boil’s gut and makes him feel like a cadet still too young to have been fitted for their first set of armour.

“Sorry, sir,” he croaks. “I didn’t mean to…”

He looks around frantically, looking for some sort of help. The rest of the men are either staring with the same horrified expression as Boil would aiming towards himself too, or very deliberately not looking. Maybe there are still Seps left after all. Maybe they can mount a surprise attack and save him from his own stupidity.

”Didn’t mean to what, lieutenant?” Cody asks. The confusion has faded into a terribly familiar expression. Cody’s eyebrows are raised in a challenge and Boil is too busy dying of mortification to even consider how he might avoid the trap he’s about to be walked into.

Boil’s going to open his mouth and make it worse. He doesn’t have any other choice.

“I…” he says, mouth too dry to continue. He’s going to combust and Cody is going to watch with mild amusement. Boil licks his lips trying desperately to find his voice again.

He probably can’t taste Cody. It’s probably just his imagination.

Patchwork is an excellent sergeant. He’d earned himself a reputation by throwing himself on a grenade and saving Commander Tano’s life two weeks after she was deployed. It seems he intends to make a habit of it.

Patchwork whistles.

Cody’s eyes snap away from Boil to Patchwork.

“Something to say, sergeant?”

“Always, sir,” Patchwork says, hauling himself to attention.

Boil takes the mercy his brother has shown him and slams back on his helmet, hiding his flaming face and shuffling away as quickly as he can manage. Cody will notice anyway, but he doesn’t turn back, accepting Patchwork’s noble sacrifice.

“So when I ask for volunteers to inventory what’s left of our ammo, I assume that means you plan to offer you and your squad.”

Patchwork doesn’t hesitate. “Of course, sir.”

Cody snorts. “Get to it then.”

Patchwork’s squad groans, but hoist up their kit and follow after the martyr.

Boil manages to pretend that Cody isn’t looking at him again until Cody huffs. In the corner of Boil’s eye Cody loosens up, expression finally softening into amusement. Boil glares at his kit as Cody approaches—Cody might not be angry, but that doesn’t mean Boil can stand the embarrassment of continuing the conversation.

Cody doesn’t stop, but passes close enough that he can reach out and clap Boil’s shoulder.

“Not while we’re on duty, trooper,” Cody says.

Boil splutters, jerking his head up just in time to see Cody smirk before he’s all business again, returning to organising the rest of the extraction.

Waxer might not survive today after all—he’s going to die laughing when he hears about this.

[the-bi-space-ace]

I’ve Got You

Summary: in the safe room after half of their team was infected with a deadly drug Echo holds Rex through his final moments

This! I had something written with this exact same premise but then I remembered that I had the perfect opportunity for a dark AU of the Calling Me Home series. This is set in Chapter 11 of Keep These Shadows Out where instead of The 212th arriving in time and saving everyone Rex, unfortunately, doesn't make it.

Warnings: whump, Major Character Death, blood

Tagging people I think might want to read this one: @saturn-sends-hugs @phantom-of-the-501st @happybean17 @writingmonet

I apologize in advance for the tears :'(

“He’s so hot, Cody. Hunter can’t stop throwing up. He’s going to dehydrate. They both are.” Echo shut his eyes as Hunter started heaving again. He couldn’t listen to Hunter anymore, so ill he couldn’t sit up. And Rex, lax and shaking in his lap as the poison ripped apart his insides. Cody was watching him with big, sad eyes. Sadder than he’d ever seen before. “We need water. They need a medic. They need a medic now.” Their mission had gone to shit, regardless of if they finished it or not, and now it was like the world was caving in. Half of them were infected with the drug, painful symptoms ripping apart their bodies, while the other half tried to hold them together. The only solace they had was Cody’s strength. When it came to Cody he always thought the commander knew what to do, knew how to handle it. 

Until Echo’s world crumbled in a matter of minutes. 

The next time Rex coughed it felt like a bomb went off in his chest. He felt it, the gurgling noise practically shook Echo’s body. Something was wrong. So much worse than he thought. Rex was practically convulsing, chest stuttering as Echo held his brother in his lap.  

“Talk to me, Rex!” Echo yelled but the man didn’t seem to hear him. Echo felt along Rex’s neck for anything out of place, getting nothing but a minor stir that made his veins turn to ice. Echo’s eyes searched Rex’s for something, anything, finding frantic fear in place of typical confidence.  

Cody put a finger to his comm. “I need a back up! Now! Captain Rex is down, I repeat, captain Rex is down!” 

“We are still an hour out, commander.” Waxer’s voice was immediate, pained. 

An hour. Rex didn’t have an hour. They were lucky if they had ten minutes.

Rex’s body shook, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth, the smell drifting through the air and stinging Echo’s nose. Options flashed through his mind. He could leave, attempt to take a ship and fly them out of there, but they wouldn’t make it in time. The med kits were an option but they were all empty, used already to treat the infected troopers and now left barren. They were out of options. 

Echo tried to ignore the gasps for breath that Rex was taking in. The sounds only made his hand shake worse, his mind spiral. Instead he cuddled his brother closer, shutting his eyes when Rex flinched as if he’d been burned. 

“An hour. Only another hour - see!” Echo assured, squeezing Rex’s shoulder in comfort. “You just have to hang in there.” Rex was writhing. His body squirmed as if trying to get away, trying to wrench himself away from Echo’s touch. He didn’t want to hurt Rex, never wanted to hurt him. Tears filled the big, terrified eyes of his captain - his brother - and rolled down his cheeks. Rex opened his mouth but the wheezing breath he took made him cough, body contorting in pain while his lungs tried to expand. Echo couldn’t stop the fear from rising in his chest, choking him. He didn’t want Rex to hurt but the man was in shock, barely recognizing who was touching him to begin with. 

Fuck this drug and this fucking compound. 

They weren’t going to take Rex away from him. Not his big brother. Nobody was taking Rex from him. 

Echo bit his lip to keep from making a noise as he rested his cheek on Rex’s forehead, watching horror dawn on Cody’s face. Beyond him the rest of their team was watching - the batch, Obi-Wan - all of them silently pleading the same way Echo was. There was a shout from Rex that ended in a whimper, one that made Echo have to hold his breath not to react. His heart pounded as the writhing started to settle, at least for the moment. The warmth and safety of Echo’s body curled around him soothing his fever-addled mind. He cradled Rex to his chest, attempting to avoid upsetting him further. “Don’t worry. I’m here. You have nothing to worry about.” Rex let out a cough so wet, so soaked in blood, that Echo’s chest plate was splashed in red. 

He didn’t want to think about how Rex’s body was burning up, how easy he was to maneuver, how he hadn’t spoken in what felt like ages, how Cody’s eyes had grown glassy. Echo’s hand shook but he didn’t let it deter him from hugging his brother closer, rocking the man in his lap like he was a child and carding fingers over short buzzed hair. 

“Don’t move. The 212th will be here any second.” Echo put a hand to Rex’s chest. His heart sank, heavy with grief. His body was starting to still, breath coming out in panicked puffs, his fingers clawing at Echo’s arms to try and bring his only comfort as near as possible. Echo let him, allowing himself to be held tightly, hearing the desperate sobs that were now tearing apart Rex’s throat. They were losing him. He was confused, afraid, and they were his only safety. 

Rex wasn’t making it an hour. They’d be lucky if they got ten minutes. 

A wretched sob tore out of Rex’s chest and Echo nearly flinched. All he could do was curl protectively around the man in his lap and hope. Hope he was going to make it out of this alive.

“I - uh,” Tech had appeared by Cody’s shoulder, holding out a rag, a deep frown set into his face. “You should wipe his mouth. The blood…” Echo couldn’t move, didn’t want to untangle himself from the cocoon he’d formed. Instead Cody took it, sniffling as he dabbed the blood around Rex’s mouth. 

The door to their safe room opened then, Crosshair walking through it but pausing when he spotted the scene on the floor. His helmet was off the second Echo looked up at him, kneeling down next to them and casting wide eyes around the room. Hunter, Wrecker, and Obi-Wan were suffering in near silence, huddling as they took their symptoms as well as they could. 

A broken whimper eked out of Rex’s mouth and drew Echo’s attention again. He shushed Rex as he began drawing tiny patterns over his scalp in the way he knew the man loved. Gentle, sweet, soothing. At times it was the only thing that put Rex to sleep and he was hoping it brought enough comfort to distract from the pain that must be rippling through every bone in his body. 

Rex gasped, hands loosening their grip on his armor but desperately clawing to remain conscious. Echo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the sting. Rex’s face had paled considerably, worsened by the red blood that covered his chin, stained his cheek. Wide, terrified eyes searched Echo’s face, settling when his thumb brushed against a blood spattered cheekbone. 

“It’s okay, Rex. I won’t leave you. You're not alone.” Echo’s voice broke and another whine came out of Rex’s mouth. “I love you so much. You hear me? I know you’re tired. I understand.” Tears rolled down Rex’s face and Echo brushed them away with his thumb, salty tears mixing with rusty blood. Rex’s eyelids drooped, body relaxing into Echo’s lap as life began to drain out of his face. “I know it hurts. You can let go. I’m right here. You’re safe with me.” Fuck, it hurt his chest to say it out loud. To grant permission, to give Rex what he needed to stop fighting. 

As a last goodbye, a little comfort to accompany Rex as he died, Echo leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He could remember all the times someone he loved had done this for him. Fives, when Echo had his first ever nightmare, writhing while his brain tortured him with images that plunged his body in ice. The gentleness of Fives’ voice had terrified him more than he’d expected but he’d relaxed when Fives kissed his forehead, fingers scratching his scalp to soothe away the pain. 

Months later he had been confined to a bed, terrified and delirious with fever as a disease tore apart his body, infected his muscles and left him gagging at the mere smell of food. He’d refused to stay in bed, actively endangering himself by trying to escape the medics who were trying to heal him. Echo hadn’t understood then. His fever brain didn’t remember who they were - despite the careful observation from Kix - and wanted out. It wasn't until Rex sat in the cot with him, brushing sweaty hair off of his sweat slick forehead and whispering gentle soothes while pressing a kiss to the skin that Echo calmed. He remembered what it felt like to be cared for and comforted. He remembered the love he’d been given. 

And this was his chance to give it himself. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Echo whispered against the skin, rocking carefully as the trembling calmed. The whines in his ear quieted to gasps and Echo had to hold his breath to keep from letting Rex see him grieve. 

The last breath took Echo by surprise. It was as if the world paused. The body in his arms stopped shaking, lungs stopped breathing, and Rex’s eyes stared at the ceiling, unblinking. He didn’t even recognize it for a split second, still holding his brother in his arms and not knowing that he was gone. Not until Cody dropped his head, breath punched out of him. That’s when Echo lifted his lips from Rex’s forehead and stared down at the now still face of his big brother. A man that protected him, guided him. A man he never thought he would lose. 

A sob tore through him before he could stop it, clutching Rex tightly to his chest in a desperate attempt to comfort himself. Hot tears slid down his cheeks while he begged, pleading for this to be a nightmare. This wasn’t real. Rex wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be. He can’t. 

No one dared to touch him, to try and pull him away. They left him to grieve, losing control on the floor of the safe room, silence only broken by his horrid cries. Control wasn’t possible, not now, not when he had Rex’s blood on his hands and his body in his lap, clutched to his chest.

His big brother was dead. 

[jeudibeudibea]

howdy pardners, allow me to nerd out bigtime for you all.

i finally (mostly) finished the designs of my clone trooper OCs. i present to you Dorn Squad, of the 107th Special Tactics Division!

these guys are based off of old lego clone characters i had growing up :) i started writing a fanfic some time in middle school but sadly permanently deleted it, never to be seen again, so all of their original names and identifications were gone, as well as the tales of their and their Jedi companions' adventures! as far as i remember, they spent most of the war hot on the trail of a mysterious lightsaber-wielding rogue agent, who wanted nothing to do with either the Republic or Separatists, but was considered a threat to the GAR's operations. or, rather, Palpatine's grand plan.

in order from left to right, top to bottom:

officers: Captain Decker (CT-4303), Lieutenant Cooper (CT-3366), Sergeant Moor (CT-7983)

NCOs: Corporal Spring (CT-4937), Corporal Drift (CT-8731)

Troopers: Private Tene (CT-2859), Private Bale (CT-1195), Private Coil (CT-6378), and a basic Teal Company grunt design.

i will follow this up with the additional designs and a lore post for these particular characters soon :)

here is the colour palette so far (minus the greys and blacks):

i know the blue is pretty similar to Howzer's troops from The Bad Batch, and i tried to make it a bit distinct from that. Howzer's blue is a bit more saturated and slightly less green, from what i can tell. overall, though, i like the slightly desaturated accent colours! i think they turned out well and still work great together.

i didn't have much of a reason behind the first designs, which is why some are far simpler than others. i didn't actually start out making these for specific clones, i just was drawing helmets lol, but i revisited them a few days ago and started assigning them to the squad, and changed the designs somewhat to fit their personalities :)

i always liked the endless possibilities of characterising clones through their armour designs ever since i noticed Echo and Fives (RIP my boy) each had little Z-6 rotary cannon drawings with "For Hevy" on their Phase I 501st armour, and Waxer (RIP) had a drawing of Numa on his helmet. the state of their armours kinda say a lot about them individually, and makes it all the more sad when they erase all of it come time of the Empire (and TRAGIC when they regain control of their own minds and start to question Order 66).

idk, i like them so far! i have to actually do another squad from the 107th, Ash Squad of Grek Company (these guys are green lol i like to mismatch my legion colours). and then i will complete the profiles of the helmets, and start working on the armour designs as well!!!

[deathprincess]

what products do you use to wax? I wanna wax but I hate other people touching me T_T

girl ME TOO thats why i wax myself. I personally use the blitzwax melter. it was cheapest one on amazon when i bought my own years ago, it hasnt crapped out yet. i dont do any prep or aftercare. i just dont touch my raw skin after and i try to avoid sweating. if i do that sucessfully i dont get itchy and bumpy. i use HARD WAX its so much easier than doing soft wax+strips. hard wax strips off by itself but you need to practice the technique of making a grippy lip to rip before you put it on ur face. i have been waxing myself since i was 14 and im 22 now so i have a lot of practice. waxing your own arm pits SUCKS dont do it. its also super cheap too. waxers are delusional with what they charge rn do it yourself and learn the technique for brows its not that hard.

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

madness

Summary: Obi-Wan shows up at Cody's quarters with an infected lightsaber wound. Cody, unfortunately, is forced to call Skull, the 212th's lead medic.

(Or, the follow-up to Skull's infamous run-in with the 212th's newest secret couple)

Word Count: 3,292

Read part one here on tumblr or on ao3

Cody, in a rare event, had three free hours to relax, let loose, just… probably sleep. 

Truthfully, he had requested that some extra time be carved out of his schedule while he was back on the Negotiator. Obi-Wan –the General– he often needed to remind himself, was away on a solo mission, one ordered by the Jedi Council. Without the General there, Cody was otherwise only filing reports away and waiting for him to get back.

Cody determinedly tried not to think about that exact fact. Typically, the Council’s missions were dangerous, often risky. Obi-Wan would usually admit later that he had to abandon his own sensical nature when it came to his recent Jedi duties. 

The thought made Cody’s hair stand up.

Deciding, against his own urges, that there was nothing he himself could do to trick his mind into thinking positively, Cody made a purposeful effort to lay down and not think. About anything.

He crawled under the sheets, which of course still smelled like Obi-Wan’s Coruscantian cologne, and forced himself to breathe deep breaths. Pulling the blankets up under his chin and rubbing his fists over he heavy eyelids, Cody redirected his thoughts away from his duties and shut his eyelids against the soft glow of light coming from underneath the door of his small quarters. 

Seconds –it seemed– later, he was blinking his eyes open to the sound of a hesitant knock against the heavy metal door of his quarters. Blearily, he blinked once or twice as he raised his head from the pillow to look at the door.

The knock came again, only slightly louder.

“Who is it?” He called out, his coarse tone coming out with the words. He hoped whoever was behind the door, particularly if it was Waxer, the little shit, would get the hint. 

The response was another, more urgent, knock.

Cody groaned, head falling back into the pillow before he threw off his covers. He pulled a loose pair of old blacks onto his legs and trudged to the door, hastily slapping the button by the door to slide it open.

The person at the door was not Waxer, but Cody immediately wished it was. 

“What the kriff happened?” 

Cody’s body went rigid as he asked the question and took in the image before him.

Obi-Wan stood in the doorway, a sheepish frown on his sweaty face. He wore a soiled tunic and ripped pants; he had one hand pressed against the side of his ribs. In the other hand, he held a rumpled pile of medical supplies in a sack made out of a medical gown. Cody could see gauze and unopened bacta patches hanging out of the sides of it. 

“I’ve made it back.” Obi-Wan said nonchalantly, though there was a nervous edge to his tone. “And nothing too serious; had a minor run in with Ventress.” 

Cody stared at him, eyebrows raised as his thoughts moved at the speed of light. He looked toward Obi-Wan’s side where his hand was clenched over the wound. Rather than coated in blood, the edges of his tunic, where it peaked out from behind his hand, were singed. 

Lightsaber wound. 

Cody didn’t need to ask for confirmation, it was more than obvious. 

“May I come in?” Obi-Wan looked at him expectantly, hardened facial features faltering for just a moment as he wobbled on his feet. 

Cody caught his arm, and pulled him gently through the door. “On the bed. Sit.” Cody said sternly, trying to keep the anger out of his tone, as he led Obi-Wan towards his bunk.

The General offered Cody a soft, apologetic smile as he sat down singerly on the bed, still clutching at his side. 

Cody’s heartbeat pounded heavily inside the walls of his chest as he took the makeshift sack of medical supplies out of Obi-Wan’s other arm and unrolled the contents on the floor. He noted a few small bacta patches, a couple rolls of gauze, several adhesive bandages, and one hypo filled with force-knows-what. 

If Cody had to guess, Obi-Wan had snagged a stim instead of a painkiller thinking he could get some paperwork out of the way once he’s been bandaged up. 

“You know, lightsaber burns aren’t minor, Obi-Wan…” Cody’s voice trailed off as he straightened up from his crouch and took a seat next to Obi-Wan’s injured side, medical supplies falling out of his arms and onto the course blanket stretched over his bunk. 

The look on Obi-Wan’s face said it all– he looked defeated, eyes cast toward the floor and lips curled into something of a terse frown.

“I’ve had enough time in the medbay recently.” He muttered and cleared his throat, “Skull would probably have more than enough to say about the last time I needed him anyway.” 

Cody barely held back a snort as his cheeks warmed a little. He had just gotten comfortable with forgetting about that force-forsaken night several weeks before. Cody had a reputation to uphold– one of strict adherence to procedures, never swaying from the books unless it was an absolute necessity– and yet, a simple visit from Skull had all but ruined that. 

He had yet to work up the nerve to talk to Skull about it. He knew the medic well enough to realize he was just as stubborn and equally loyal, but the teasing– 

That– Cody simply could not bear to endure if he didn’t strictly have to.

Instead, he dealt with the smug looks Skull repeatedly sent him from across the room during briefings. Once, he’d even overheard Skull call him loverboy in a conversation with Oxy at the mess hall. Though they pretended not to see Cody standing several troopers behind them, the Commander could barely handle the minor jab without the tops of his cheeks turning into an embarrassingly bright shade of red. 

Cody shook the thoughts out of his head as he pressed his fingers over Obi-Wan’s trembling ones that still remained over the top of the wound. “You think you can let go?” He asked the General. Obi-Wan glanced down and nodded once in affirmation, though he didn’t look so convinced of his own agreement. 

Cody was patient, his own fingers hovering inches away, as Obi-Wan gently pulled each of his shaking, bloody fingers away from the wound.

Immediately, Cody was hit with the stench of infection. The red, swollen edges of the wound all but confirmed that it had been there for days without even so much as a splash of water to flush it out. Cody swallowed, his protective nature kicking into high gear. 

“Obi-Wan, did you clean this out?” He asked as calmly as possible, voice barely wavering.

He looked up to find Obi-Wan staring straight forward, head shaking from side-to-side. He looked as though he himself didn’t want to see the damage. “I couldn’t find the time. Ventress is a capable competitor.” 

Cody tried not to imagine what Obi-Wan’s words implied, but his mind ran out of control against his will.

Was he trapped somewhere? Hiding for hours with no food or water? Barely able to stand but still fighting tooth and nail?

The thought of it made Cody sick to his stomach.

“We might need Skull afterall, Obi-Wan. This is– it’s bad.” 

“...bad?” Obi-Wan asked, eyebrows raised. He hissed as Cody pressed a gentle finger against the very edge of the red line surrounding the burn. 

“It’s infected, not a chance these bacta patches will be able heal this.” Cody glared at the fine print on the outside of the wrapper of one of the patches. They were only meant to treat minor wounds, ones sustained hours before nonetheless. 

Obi-Wan had severely underestimated the nature of the wound– the supplies he brought would barely make a dent on a papercut, much less an infected burn wound. 

“You don’t think we should at least try them? I would hate to waste his time, Cody. I’m sure Skull has more pressing–” Obi-Wan tried to resist, his dirt and blood covered hand coming back to try and cover the wound once again. Cody grabbed it before he could make contact with his exposed skin.

“No!” Obi-Wan looked momentarily alarmed, but quickly shut his mouth and put his arm back behind him where it had been before. “Listen– I have baseline medical training, but this– this is not good. This is why we have Skull anyway.”

Obi-Wan brought his other hand to rub over his beard and let out a shaky breath. He sat up a little straighter. “We’ll go to the medbay then.” He announced. Cody shot him a look of warning.

“Seriously? Not in a million rotations would I let you get up right now.” Cody stood from the bed and reached for his comlink where it sat on the table next to his bed. 

Growling under his breath, he messaged Skull with the bad news.

Lightsaber wound. Infected. Surface wound.

He paused before adding the last part and cursed under his breath.

My quarters. 

Skull was going to have a field day with that. 

Cody stepped back into Obi-Wan’s view and assessed the rest of his appearance searching for other undisclosed wounds or scrapes. Other than the slash across his side, he looked relatively unharmed. Sire, a few bruises lined the curve of his jaw and his cheeks, but that was barely anything new. Obi-Wan had a habit of putting himself in harms way regardless of whether it was really necessary or not. 

“Let’s at least get the tunic off of you.” Cody said gently and curled a hand under Obi-Wan’s jaw to try and force a moment of eye-contact. Obi-Wan looked at him with something like irritation on his face, then something softer. 

“Would you do the honors, dear?” He asked in just a whisper, eyes wide.

Cody, unable to help himself, pressed a gentle kiss to the edge of his hairline and offered up a muted smile. “Of course.”

He took the knife from his utility belt and cut through the beige layers of clothes so he could easily peel them away from Obi-Wan’s skin, gentle around the lightsaber gash. While he wasn’t nearly as soiled underneath the clothes, his ribs were clearly bruised and his neck appeared to have red marks crawling around the outside of it. 

Cody looked away, not wanting to imagine Ventress dangling Obi-Wan by his neck in the air.

“It’s rather cold here, is it not?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke him from his thoughts. 

Cody considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think so.” Concern grew in his chest. He reached to feel Obi-Wan’s forehead and was alarmed to find that the skin was scalding to the touch.

Kriff. Infection. 

Cody was medically trained enough to know that fevers with infections were never a good sign. For the first time, Cody silently wished Skull would get there faster. 

“You have a fever.” Cody said, breaking the momentary silence and brushing the rogue hairs off of Obi-Wan’s suddenly sweaty forehead. While his cheeks had looked gaunt moments before, now his face was stained red with warmth. He trembled even more, gooseflesh coating the skin of his chest. 

Cody opened his mouth to offer his reassurance, and maybe a blanket, when there was a knock at the door. 

Thank force. 

He stood and strode to the door in a few short steps before pressing the button to open the door. 

Skull stood there, arms full with both Obi-Wan’s personal medical kit and another large black bag presumably filled with additional medical supplies. He didn’t look quite as panicked as Cody thought he should, but then again, medical trauma was his everyday.

“Looks like shirts are optional in here. Noted.” Skull said, eyebrows raised as he walked into the small quarters. He looked between Obi-Wan and Cody.

Cody glanced down at his own chest and muttered a curse. Of course he was shirtless. Again. So much for napping shirtless anymore.

Cody didn’t have a chance to muster up his own snarky remark before Skull brushed by him and toward Obi-Wan’s shaking form still sitting on the bed. Cody followed him, annoyance fading immediately as he noticed the water collecting in the corners of Obi-Wan’s eyes. 

He looked overwhelmed all of the sudden, eyes flickering past Skull and landing on Cody’s own.

Cody wished he could scoop him up, hold him tightly in his arms for just a few precious minutes. 

“Sir, how long ago did this happen?” Skull asked mechanically, freshly sanitized hands pressing around the outside of the wound making Obi-Wan jump and suck in a deep breath. 

“Erm–” Obi-Wan swallowed, “Perhaps two days? Three?” Cody could tell the feverish haze was setting in; Obi-Wan was not one to confuse his timelines. 

Skull looked concerned at the time frame, eyeing the wound more closely. He didn’t look satisfied when he sat back on his heels from where he knelt on the durasteel floor. He motioned to Cody to step aside, away from Obi-Wan.

“When did the fever start?” Skull asked expectantly. “I’m assuming he’s been here for more than a few minutes?

Cody sighed. “Since he came here, I don’t know– twenty minutes ago? And he’s sick of the medbay– I don’t think he realized how bad it is.”

Skull rubbed an irritated hand across his face. “You know, Cody, if he’ll listen to you, maybe you can convince him to come to me next time.” Cody tried not to look sheepish, even pulling his lips into a hard line.

“I can’t make Ob– the General listen to me.” Cody corrected himself quickly. 

“Banthashit. That’s the only reason I’m actually here and he hasn’t already dragged his lifeless body to the medbay instead. Just own it Commander; the General is wrapped around your finger.” If punching a medic in the face wasn’t likely a decommissionable offense, Cody would have already done it. 

“Skull I swear to– I do not. It’s not like that–” 

“I’ve seen what I’ve seen, Cody. Your insistence is meaningless.” Skull said, the shook his head once. “Back on topic– bacta bandages probably won’t fully heal that monstrosity, but I think they can hold him over until we can convince him of submersion tomorrow. That– and shitload of antibiotics.”

The insurmountable anger Skull had incited in him just a couple of minutes before dissipated.

Submersion.

Cody knew Obi-Wan hated it. Cody had only endured it himself once before, and he had been equally as disenchanted with it, and that was without the added roadblock of claustrophobia.

“Are you sure? Full submersion?” Cody asked, looking nervously toward Obi-Wan who had since closed his eyes.

“It’s an infected lightsaber wound, not a kriffing scrape Cody.” Skull reminded him, and stepped back towards the bunk.

Cody watched silently, sitting beside Obi-Wan’s head in a metal chair, as Skull coaxed Obi-Wan to lie down on his side so the wound was fully exposed. The medic made quick work with a set of heavy, white bandages which were clearly more fit for the job than the tiny bacta patches Obi-Wan had brought from the medbay. 

Skull took a mixed painkiller-antibiotic hypo and gently pressed it into Obi-Wan’s neck before he began to slather on a generous layer of full-strength bacta gel, the kind that was only used when things were serious. Though the painkillers clearly took the edge off, Cody still cringed at the occasional tiny moans that escaped past Obi-Wan’s stony, rigid exterior. 

“Kriff.” Cody heard Obi-Wan hiss as Skull took a long strip of high-grade gauze and pressed down across the length of the wound. 

“Sorry, General. I know it stings; hold tight.”

Obi-Wan audibly cursed again when Skull pressed a long strip of adhesive bandage over the gauze. “That should do it for now.” Skull said, leaning back again helping Obi-Wan to roll onto his back, a more comfortable position. 

Cody noted the minor relief painted across Obi-Wan’s features. Whatever cocktail of drugs Skull had given him clearly worked, and his forehead no longer was coated in a layer of sweat. Without the large, gaping burn wound out in the open, Obi-Wan looked less like a walking corpse, and more like a human punching bag. Regardless, it was an improvement. 

“I’ve got two more doses of painkillers from your kit.” Skull said as he rummaged through the case he had brought with him. “Have Cody give you one every four hours, and I’ll send a med transport to come get you tomorrow morning.”

Obi-Wan blinked twice and furrowed his brow. “Oh that certainly won’t be necessary. Could you leave a few bandages behind? I’m sure I can change them myself.”

Skull raised his eyebrows again and turned to Cody with a smug, knowing smile. “Cody?” He asked, amusement lacing his tone. 

Kriffing Skull.

Cody drew both of his hands over his face and suppressed a groan. 

“General– Skull is right. You aren’t fit to walk, and I don’t think bacta gel is going to cut it.” Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed.

“If you insist, Cody.” He answered politely. 

And no, Cody hadn’t insisted. 

Skull’s shit-eating grin was almost too much for Cody to handle. 

“Well Skull, looks like your job here is done.” Cody said loudly and grabbed his closed medical bags from the floor as he headed towards the door. After exchanging his last words with Obi-Wan, Skull followed him and took the bags from his hands.

“So star-crossed lovers it looks like? A match made in heaven? The only type of relationship where The Obi-Wan Kenobi will listen to you over a medical professional. I told you, wrapped around your finger.” Skull said as Cody nearly punched the button to open the door of his quarters. 

“Oh fuck off.” Cody said, rolling his eyes, but his cheeks were still burning. “Whatever is going on here is between me and the General.” He finished as Skull stepped into the hallway.

“Oh I’m sure there are plenty of things going on between you and the General.” Skull said with a wink. “See you tomorrow, Cody.”

Fucking kriff. 

Cody was never going to live it down, was he?

He let out his exasperation in the form of punching the door just as it closed, which though painful, was enough to make him feel marginally better. 

Collecting his thoughts, Cody headed back to the bunk where Obi-Wan still laid on his back, eyes half-shut, and bloody hand resting over his chest. Cody leaned over him and he perked up a little offering a hint of a grin as his eyes blinked open.

“You know, maybe we should just accept that Skull knows; make it official.” Obi-Wan murmured.

“What? And admit defeat? Ruin my reputation?” Cody was mildly offended at the suggestion, but he still ran a gentle hand through the greasy, unwashed hair on top of Obi-Wan’s head.

“He already knows, dear.” Obi-Wan said with a mild chuckle that shook his chest, then a small hiss of pain. 

“That doesn’t mean I need to admit it to him.” Cody retorted, and stood to find some sort of cloth to clean Obi-Wan’s bloody, dirt-covered fingers. Obi-Wan just snorted.

“Always so stubborn, Commander.” He whispered as Cody gently wiped his hands and then gently rubbed in some lotion he kept in the drawer of the table by his bed. "Thank you for calling Skull- I'm not entirely sure what I was thinking."

"Always so stubborn, Obi-Wan." He repeated, smiling gently, "I'm just happy you're here now, with me."

They sat in silence, Cody still massaging the callouses on Obi-Wan’s hand and admiring the gentle curve of his jaw. He pressed a kiss to the middle of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Perhaps it didn’t really matter what Skull thought after all.