#suite life of rex and cody

[sunburstsoldier]

Some modern codywan fics that I just love

I have an EXTREMELY LONG fanfic recs document and I've been meaning to make a bunch of posts for ages so here's the first one!! non-explicit Modern AU Codywans in no particular order:

HOT2GO by Saerus2665 for dontbelasagnax | 32k | Mature |

Nurse Ben & firefighter Cody. Ben is a disaster in this and i love it. also bonus Bant is there!

“Hey,” Ben calls from the back. He holds up the forms, “You missed one.” Cody latches another one of the cabinets closed then turns to him. He doesn’t seem surprised to see him. “My bad,” he says simply. He comes to the back of the wagon and takes a seat, legs hanging over the side. He glances up as Ben hands over the forms and pen. “You’d think running down signatures would be a little below your list of duties” he says, in that annoyingly pointed way of his. That’s fine. Ben’s decided he’s done walking on eggshells around him. “You’d think a Fire Captain would be better at remembering to fill out forms he’s done a hundred times,” he returns, just as pointed. Cody smiles at him, a sharp glint in his eye. Or: Nurse Ben and the bad bitch firefighter he pulls by being a complete disaster

Turn it on to a new kind of bright by rolo_rulu, Saerus2665 |41k |

Cody is a hot surfer & Ben is a biologist and also a banana stand dude. Absolutely hysterically funny.

Someone rolls him over onto his back. “Hnnngh…” Ben blinks his eyes open. There’s a man looking down at him, haloed in the bright light of the sun. He has dark eyes, and handsome features, including an interesting scar on the right side of his face. A stray dark curl hangs down in the middle of his forehead. He’s beautiful, with the sunlight behind him. Ethereal. “Are—are you an angel?” Ben finds himself saying. He doesn't know if it's the heat or his poor instinctive attempt at flirting that makes him say it. The man squints at him, brow furrowing, clearly caught off guard. “Uh—are you a banana?” The mention of it brings him back into the reality of the situation: he’s trapped in a banana suit, 10 feet from the banana stand, with the object of his recent fantasies—because yes, this is indeed Hot-Surfer-Cody— looking down at him.

Charmed On The Wayside by TapeMonkey21 | 39k Teen+ |

Lawyer Cody, farmer Obi-Wan, aka Hallmark AU! So good I read it twice in two days, it is EXACTLY like the hallmark movie I never knew I wanted.

Cody Fett's perfect big-city life falls apart when his boyfriend breaks up with him, leaving him heartbroken. A visit to the small Vermont town where his brother Rex lives has him crossing paths repeatedly with Ben, the strange, charming, handsome, flannel-wearing owner of the local cider mill and orchard. Can Cody find love again amidst the fall leaves? Or, the fall Codywan Hallmark Movie we all deserve. Written for the Codywan Comfort flash event.

*The truth that once was spoken by Jimmytiberius | 40k | Mature  | Les Mis Theater AU.

Now with several sequel mini fics, a gorgeous love letter to theater and to our favorite boys. Really cool then-and-now structure.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a well-known actor in London's West End who's just signed a contract to make his long-awaited Broadway debut as Jean Valjean in Les Miserables. There's just one small wrinkle. Broadway star Cody Fett will be playing Inspector Javert. Obi-Wan hasn't seen Cody since the summer he was nineteen, when they were in summer stock together... also in a production of Les Miserables. Their relationship ended badly. What will happen when they see each other again for the first time in nineteen years? Will they ever find a way to tell each other the truth about what happened at the end of that summer?

sourdough: flour, water, and starting over by Shortcuts_make_long_delays |19k | Teen+ | BAKERY AU. This one is very sweet!!

Did Cody need to be up at 3:50am? No, not technically. But he had graciously offered to take Fox’s Sunday morning shifts at their Uncle’s bakery. Donning Fox's red apron as part of a decade long joke, he works at the bakery as he attempts to figure out what he wants from life. The first time Obi-wan shows up to dinner at Anakin's after moving back to Coruscant, he arrives twenty minutes late with the bag of rolls in hand, and unable to stop thinking about the baker in the red apron. Fox, he's pretty sure the name tag said.

bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child by stormwarnings | 33k | Teen + |

Cody is an EMT; Obi-Wan's house keeps catching fire. Absolutely hysterical setting, I love the way they raise the twins communally in this fic so much.

Obi-Wan meets Cody for the first time when his niece and nephew almost light his house on fire.  (Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett find their way into love slowly but steadily. There's broken bones, too much sooty turnout gear, late hours spent at EMT class, three kids, ten brothers and two adopted siblings, two weddings, and all number of laughs and inside jokes along the way. It's worth it, in the end. Family's always worth it.)

It's Raining, Dear by cafffine |10k | Modern AU 

This one feels like you're just catching pieces of their lives together and i love it. Leia loves rocks. Obi-Wan has anxiety. I love it.

Cody and Obi-Wan fall in love. They live together, Rex calls when he can, Anakin is just out of reach until he isn't, Luke and Leia grow up too fast, Ahsoka lives far away, the back deck needs to be fixed, life happens and it happens and it happens.

More to come !! enjoy!!

[thelazybard]

I recently dyed my hair my natural color (brown) after having it pink for like a year and I didn’t exactly receive the best reactions from my friends, so I was thinking maybe reactions from the clones you want to include to sort of the same situation? Like how they would react, either platonic or romantic, to y/n dyeing their hair back to natural??

Also on another note I feel like omega would probably dye her hair at some point of her life🌚

I'm sorry your friends didn't have a better reaction to your hair, I'm sure it looks fantastic!

And Omega so would dye her hair a million colors, especially if she ever meets Sabine. She has the perfect natural hair tone for it.

GN!Reader x Clones: How they react to your natural hair color.

Rex:

-Rex dyes his hair himself so he never judged you before for having an unnatural color in your own. When he sees you walk by with brown hair he asks about it. When you tell him it's your natural shade, he lets you know it suits you.

Romantic:

-Can't keep his eyes off your hair and how it complements your eyes and natural skintone.

-Reassures you it looks fantastic.

Cody:

-Mentions the new hair and compliments it as you walk past each other in the hall.

Romantic:

-Can't keep his eyes off your new look and how well it complements your features, calls you gorgeous all day. ("Whatever you say, gorgeous.")

Fives:

-Pretends like he doesn't notice. For weeks, he's in it for the long con.

-It's almost torture keeping up the facade, especially since he's not sure whether you've even noticed him "not noticing" or not.

-But he's determined to keep his longest-term prank yet going.

Romantic:

-If you're dating, he wants to make sure he's the FIRST one you hear from and that you know he likes your hair more than ANYONE else.

-He tells you how beautiful you look and even pretends he doesn't recognize you at first as a joke. ("Sorry baby, I'm spoken for.")

Echo:

-Would consider it rude to make a huge deal over your new hair color.

-Instead, when you two are alone he mentions it suits you.

-He wouldn't want to put you on the spot like that otherwise.

Romantic:

-Is a bit flustered trying to get out the words to tell you your hair looks nice.

-He has a fear of seeming shallow, so he assures you that you'd look great with any color in your head.

-But damn if your natural hair doesn't look great.

Hunter:

-Makes an audible "huh" when you walk by with different hair, clearly impressed with how it looks.

Romantic:

-Makes a joke about having to fight all his brothers off.

-Offers to comb it for you that night just so he can get a better look.

Wrecker:

-Immediately points out your new haircolor and asks if he can touch it.

-Makes sure everyone else has noticed and complimented you on it.

-Asks if you can color his "hair" next as a joke.

Romantic:

-Runs his hands through it at any opportunity.

-Tries to braid it for you and fails, but you still love it anyway.

Tech:

-Doesn't say anything about it aloud, but thinks it looks nice and suits you best.

Romantic:

-Points out just how flattering the shade is to your natural complexion.

-Reassured you that you look great and there isn't anything to worry about.

Crosshair:

-Makes some teasing comment in good taste about the new style.

Romantic:

-Kisses you on the top of your head at your hairline is to reassure you he likes the new style.

-Asks you to leave it down when possible so he can get a better look at it.

Omega:

-Points it out in the child-with-no-filter fashion, and asks if she can touch it.

-She loves it!

-It makes her want to color her own hair, but Hunter says not until she's older :,(

[squad-724]

MAMMA MIA (but not exactly) STAR WARS PREQUELS

Brought to you by me, @viennainbloom @ofteasandherbs @arctech-fox and @stormyblue90

It all starts with Anakin’s second wedding

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Second wedding??

And you might think, Koshmareq you idiot, Anakin would never divorce or remarry after Padme. And you would be right. But it’s still wedding with Padme, just this time he’s having a party for his whole family, and they’re adding Rex to the relationship. Rexanidala if you will.

And here begins the issue; who is supposed to walk Anakin down the isle? The answers might be obvious, Obi-wan, but that’s where it starts getting complicated.

Because his boyfriend Alpha 17 says that Skywalker is his kid too. And Obi-wan said in the past that he sees Anakin more like a little brother. He put him in a headlock and sparred with him when the jedi’ika was frustrated; for clones it’s more than enough to earn the title of a buir.

At the time Anakin is unavailable to join the discussion, picking his own very pretty wedding dress with Ahsoka and Shmi (she’s alive and well thank you), so the male parental figures are discussing it between themselves.

And then Cliegg Lars comes back from a walk and says that in the eyes of law he is Anakin’s father by the fact that he married his mum.

Unfortunately only a few sentences in and a draw in arm wrestling later Qui Gon pops up from beyond the grave and argues that he was supposed to be Anakin’s master and he has the right to the title too in some capacity.

The Mamma Mia is not who’s the father, but who’s the most deserving the title of dad to walk Anakin down the isle.

Now this argument debate starts picking up everywhere, among the Jedi, clones, Skywalkers and anyone involved in this whole mess.

No one knows who suggest conga line, but everyone suspects Yoda.

A big thing turn happens when Alpha 17 drops the request; Rex asked him for the honor of being his father figure during the ceremony and the big bad Alpha did not cry, don’t listen to Fordo guys.

The only quick consensus was achieved when a letter addressed from Palpatine arrived from jail. He asked, as Anakin’s mentor for years, to be allowed to walk him down to the altar. The paper has been burned very quickly.

The grooms and bride are out picking their outfits (Cody agreed to help Rex get a beskar armor), while Padme is trying on the suit.

At some point someone suggests that the Force might want to „give away” their son, but every Jedi present gets a massive migraine that feels like motherly scolding and no one argues what the cosmic entity sees themselves as in Anakin’s life.

The day of the rexanidala wedding arrives and no one has decided on who walks Anakin down the aisle.

Tbh he doesn’t even know about that tradition and is planning to do it himself while Omega and Boba (flower girls) help him with his veil.

There is a fight about to break out, weapon or two raised, knives held and lightsabers clenched, before Shmi shuts everyone up and says she will do it. Absolutely no one argues further and all the other parental figures leave to sit and watch the wedding from them front seats.

The ceremony is about to start but the officiant is missing. Rex starts to panic a bit, and Obi-wan asks if anyone of the invited guests can officiate the ceremony.

A tall, white haired figure wearing expensive clothes stands up in one of the back rows. Count Dooku, allowed to leave his house arrest for his great grandpadawan’s wedding, as a leader of his planet has the power to do it.

Even with the GPS ankle monitor he looks distinguished while he perfectly recites the words of the ceremony, even his cold eyes warming up a little as he watches Anakin join his partners at the altar.

Padme has Sabé, Riyo and Mon as her bridesmaids, Anakin picked Kitster, Owen and Ahsoka (he beat Rex in rock paper scissors for her) and Rex got Cody and Domino Twins (Fives is unhappy he didn’t get to be the flower girl).

Many tears are shed, and laughs given as the three of them tie their souls forever.

Of course R2 is the ring bearer, rolling up to the altar, taser ready when the words ”speak now or forever hold your peace” are said. Rush Clovis has been stunned hours before the wedding.

The party goes without bigger problems if you don’t count the one assassin.

He’s quickly dealt with as Anakin chases him with lit on lightsaber screaming bloody murder for daring to mess up his special day. Ahsoka enthusiastically joins, happy that she has an excuse to ”loose” her shoes.

Jango is there too, his Saturdays scheduled for the next 10-15 years because of his fucking kids clones. But he still has holopicks of Boba as the flowergirl saved. His ankle monitor looks much less distinguished than Dooku’s.

Flower bouquet toss is done, and Fox catches it with his face. Every time he demands a retoss, but after fourth time he has to finally accept it.

No one knows how Ventress got invited (Ahsoka is the biggest suspects) but she only has a few drinks, fistfights Wolfee and in the end reconciles with him and apologizes for the eye.

”Mr Skywalker why are there multiple war criminals at your wedding” ’’Mind your business”

Just as the wedding is about to end, everyone exhausted, a little drunk and ready to give the last toast to the thruple, they have the last announcement to make

Padme is pregnant with twins

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Thank you all very much for reading this crazy thing we came up with on the @astral-veil ’s discord server, feel welcome to add your thought and ideas to this insanity

[winniethewife]

I know I'll be alright, But I'm not tonight 

(Commander Cody x F!reader)

Prompt: Remembering

Words: 717

Warnings: Angst, Grief

A/N: For my Event Nine weeks in hell and Angstember

Cody stood in the Negotiator situation room, looking around the empty spaces where his general and friends once stood. What was it all for? Can anything really be solved without bloodshed? He had just returned from his mission on Desix, he felt the sweat drip down his brow as he recalled the moment Crosshair had shot the governor. In all his years of fighting he had never felt shaken like this. He looked around the room again and felt the ever stronger absence of the people he had spent his whole life with. Where was Rex? Where were Fives and Echo? Where were Waxer and Boil? Where was General Kenobi? He knew, He knew they were gone. He felt an awful sinking feeling, the Negotiator was scheduled to be deconstructed and used for new ships in the next few rotations, the last place he had to remember everything he had gone though, every person he had cared about, He sighed deeply as he covered his face with his hand. He wondered what he was supposed to do.

“Cody?” a voice called out from somewhere in the ship, a familiar voice. A flash of memories cross his mind. Late nights doing paperwork together, even later nights drinking at 79’s, early mornings over a cup of caf. He turns to see her. Standing with her imperial officer’s uniform jacket slung over her shoulder and a worried look on her face. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry, I…I needed a minute.” Cody rubbed the back of his neck. He tried to seem casual about it but she knew him all too well.

“You’ve been needing a lot of time away lately.” She broached the topic carefully, closing the distance between the two of them. Cody’s shoulders fell in defeat, of course she had noticed. He leans against the Holo-       table in the middle of the room, she quickly followed suit.

“Do you…think we’re doing good things here? Are we making the galaxy better?” He was hoping this time he would get a different answer from her than he got from Crosshair. She let out a defeated sound, her head tilted back so she was looking at the ceiling.

“I don’t know Cody…It’s hard to say. I feel like…I have more questions than I did before, and I feel like the answers I get don’t inspire confidence. I feel like I did more on a daily basis when we were fighting in the war then we do now.” She looks over at him. “But…I really have my doubts.”

“I’m…also having doubts.” Cody said relief coating his words as he tears his gaze from her. “I’m starting to wonder, why this happened. We won the war, but we lost…everything.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. She gently put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

“He’s not dead Cody. They’re still looking for him.” She said softly. Cody looked up suddenly, He knew exactly who she was talking about. The General.

“How? I thought…they must’ve…really?” Cody felt like a weight came off his shoulders but an overwhelming feeling of guilt flooded his mind. He felt like his brain was short circuiting as he tried to find the words.  “I…I’m glad…I know I’m not supposed…I don’t…How am I supposed to feel?” He looked over at her, in his eyes she could see the conflicting emotions he was feeling.

“I don’t know. But I do know how I feel.” She scoots slightly closer to him “I spend my days looking over these reports, Order 66, the Jedi council, I can’t help but wonder…” Her voice trails off. Cody shook his head in disbelief.

“I can’t stay here, I want to make a difference, I want my choices to matter.” He takes her hand in his and squeezes it. She looks at him, and nods giving his hand a gentle squeeze in return. They both knew the rumors that had been circulating, about Clones going AWOL, about where they go. She doesn’t want to say goodbye. She doesn’t want to lose him too, and neither does he.

“We can’t stay here…” She whispered softly. Cody’s eyes lit up.

“So you’ll come with me?” He asked hopefully.

“I’ll go anywhere with you.” She confirms.

“Then let’s go…Anywhere but here.”

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Masterlist

Taglist: : @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Date Night Pt 1

Pairing: Rex x f!Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Just fluff, snogging is as far as it goes.

W/C: 3,300 (And my ficlet phase has passed). 

Summary: Captain Rex of the 501st Legion led men into numerous battles. He had fought by the side of one of the galaxy’s greatest Jedi and received commendation from the Republic’s top leadership. And nothing terrified him more than the newest challenge Anakin Skywalker laid at his feet ... a date.

A/N: This was inspired by D's lovely ask as I was trapped in the airport about a double date with Rex and Cody. Here's the Rex chapter, featuring Cody, who will be up next.

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“Rex, you know I’d do anything for you. But this?”

Rex knew this would likely be the outcome, but he wasn’t admitting defeat just yet.

“Please Cody? I just … I have to go, but I just can’t get myself to go alone.”

His closest brother and commanding officer sat across from him in the mess hall of the Coruscant barracks, the 501st and 212th being on shore leave. All units not engaged in relief missions or suppressing the remaining Seppie forces were actually on leave, meaning Rex felt himself almost whispering, not wanting the wrong ears to overhear their conversation in the crowded room.

He’d never live it down if Torrent Company especially got wind that he was considering a trip to the matchmaker set up specifically for clones.

“You don’t have to go, though. It’s not mandatory. I know the transition to peace time is going to be tough, but they’re not forcing us into civvie life just yet.”

“It’s not that. General Skywalker is … insisting.”

“He can’t command you to go on a date. Just tell him no.”

“I can’t, Cody! You know the face he makes when you tell him no.”

“Then look the other way.”

Rex doesn’t have a rebuttal. Strictly speaking, Cody is right. But …

“Unless you actually want to go?” his brother nudges.

“I …” Rex paused, holding still as a statue for a moment until he released his breath in a huff. “Ever since his relationship with the Senator came out, Skywalker has changed. He’s lighter, happier. And I can’t help but wonder what that feels like. It was never in the cards for us before. I know some had it, like Cut, but I could never abandon my duty. Now that I don’t have to … I don’t know. What if Anakin is right?”

Cody smiles at him warmly before answering simply, “Then you should go.”

Rex levels his friend with a blank stare. They both knew that Rex would never take this leap without a wingman.

“FINE I WILL GO WITH YOU.”

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The office was nicer than he had imagined. Not that he thought it would be a dump, but it would seem his anxiety colored his expectations.

Cody sat by his side, the pair having already filled out the required paperwork digitally. He thanked his brother again for coming with him and though the only response was a dry side eye, Rex knew Cody understood what this meant to him.

The door behind them opened, and both men jumped to attention.

“At ease, gentlemen. You’re off duty, remember?”

A woman walked past to take a seat opposite the desk from them as they settled back into their own seats. Her casual attire betrayed the slightly impressive decor of the top-level office, but the warmth she exuded made it clear she belonged here.

“I’m Yen, and I’ll be the matchmaker assigned to you both,” she said, reaching across to shake both their hands. “Now, I’ve reviewed your applications and I have a few potential matches in mind, but first I want to hear from you, your expectations — both of this first date and overall.”

Rex turned to look to Cody, defaulting to letting his CO answer first, only to see his brother returning the expectant look. So, he started, laying it all on the table and earning a few laughs from the other trooper.

Cody followed suit, his own answer much shorter, though it’s a testament to the professional that she was able to even get as much out of the Marshal Commander as possible.

“Okay, well, I believe I now have everything I need. I’ll send over one profile each to avoid overwhelming you both, and if you’re amenable, I’ll set up the time and place and comm that over,” Yen confirmed.

Rex appreciated her approach, calm yet confident. He was still hesitant about stepping this far out of his comfort zone, but if she was leading the way, he could at least follow.

“Now, I do have to warn you that while I understand the appeal of a double date, I’ve found it can often lead to … unnecessary problems. I can see if the partners I have in mind would be open to going to the same venue, but I strongly recommend focusing on your date and not spending time as a group.”

“Problems?” This time, it was Cody who spoke up.

“Yes, assigned dates wanting to switch has been known to happen, which just creates bad feelings all around. Or people tend to focus more on their friend since that’s familiar and end up alienating their dates. I’ve found that outcome more common with troopers.”

The two clones share a look, and when Rex turns back to Yen, a knowing smile graces her face.

“Well, this is your area of expertise. We’ll play this your way.”

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A week later, Rex watched Cody walk to the floor with his date, trying to push down his annoyance over the fact that you still hadn’t appeared.

If he was being completely fair, you weren’t late. But he was already second guessing himself and each moment he stood there, on the edge of the room unsure of what to do with his hands, was another moment adding to his anxiety.

Rex was just about at his limit when the door slammed open. The woman in the threshold peered into the crowd, scouting as if she expected danger rather than dancing to greet her.

And suddenly, his nerves got better and worse.

It was you. He recognized you from the profile image Yen had sent him. You hadn’t stood him up and left him looking a fool. But he had a feeling he’d act like one because stars above he had never seen any creature quite as lovely. What the kark was he supposed to say to someone so pretty?

While Skywalker seemed to revel in going into situations blind, Rex usually did everything to avoid it. But he didn’t plan for this. Your holo was taken by a buffoon since clearly it did not do you justice.

Absently, Rex realized he should probably introduce himself. But he decided taking advantage of this opportunity to gather intel was the smarter option.

You weren’t timid so much as cautious in your movements as you slowly made your way through the room, clearly looking for someone but oddly insistent on not making eye contact, quickly looking away once people noticed your staring.

Finally, you turned and caught his eye across the room, looking away just as quickly. In only took a moment before you snuck another glance, but this time, you kept eye contact and tilted your head in question. Nothing could stop him from smiling softly at the gesture as he gave a quick, efficient nod. You sported a matching one as you made your way through the crowd to him.

“Are you Rex?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You giggled, and it was so sweet he almost missed what you said. “Do I look that old?”

Shock flooded Rex like ice water. “Huh? N-No, you don’t. I mean, not that that’s bad. But you definitely don’t. You look lovely. Not that old isn’t lovely, but I, uh,” he floundered, trying to understand what just happened.

Your eyes grew wide as plates as you raised your hands, waiving them in front of you frantically. “Ah, no, don’t worry about it! I was just teasing since you said ‘ma’am’ and I’ve never been called that before and in fact the only people who’ve been called ma’am, at least that I’ve heard, have been older, so that was the first thing that came to mind and …”  

Rex had never heard anyone speak that fast. He was impressed you had enough breath for it, but your rambling made your abrupt stop into pure silence jarring.

“Sorry, I was trying to be clever but I’m a bit too nervous for that, it seems.” You looked up at him but stopped just shy of actually catching his gaze. He wasn’t sure if that or the way you bit the corner of your lip as you offered a sheepish smile was more endearing.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m a bit out of my depth here, too.”

Rex had never and likely would never understand the Force as the Jedi talk about it. But as you shared a small, understanding smile with him, he swore he could feel something shift. It was significant, even if he couldn’t understand why.

“Well then, since neither of us seem to be doing too well with conversation, want to try dancing?”

“I doubt that’ll go better on my end, but let’s give it a try,” he says lightly, holding out a hand to allow you to pass.

You led the way to the dance floor, and his heart stuttered when you turned, looking up at him expectantly with bright eyes. He was only half listening to the instructor, just enough to get the gist of what to do. The rest of his attention was firmly occupied with getting lost in how you looked at him.

You looked at him like he was someone worth staring at.

Karabast, I’m in trouble.

“Ready?” You ask, sweet but pushy, nudging him out of his stupor.

“Uh, yeah,” Rex nods, stepping closer and taking hold of your hands. They were cold in his, so he held them just a bit tighter.

Fortunately, the class was geared for beginners, so the instructor started with basic footwork which solved one problem of his – he could focus on his feet instead of trying not to stare at you like a creep.

At least, for a bit. Damn his enhanced training; the steps were barely a challenge, leaving him looking down unnecessarily, unwilling to look up just yet but also aware that the longer he looked down the more awkward it was.

Why was dancing at 79s hard but this was too easy? Maybe it was his brothers’ fault. Yeah, that had to be it. They complicated everything else, why would dancing be different?

“I’m glad they’re really breaking down the basics. I usually have two left feet,” you offered, and it felt like relief in the midst of battle washing over him.

“Same. I’m not usually much of a dancer,” Rex replied, beyond grateful that he wouldn’t have to rely on one of the awful pickup lines Jesse had insisted on teaching him when word inevitably got around what he would be up to tonight.

“Oh? Then what made you choose dance lessons for tonight?”

“I, uh …” He hesitated. The truth was it was an option that Cody was open to and both Boil and Fives insisted it was the best idea. “Honestly, my brothers talked me into it. Said it would strike the right mood.”

“The right mood?”

“N-not like that! Well, actually, I’m sure Fives meant exactly that. But that’s not what I mean. I mean —”

“It’s OK, Rex.” He should be more upset that you’re laughing at him, but there’s no malice in your eyes as they smile along with your lips. “I know what you mean. It’s fun, but easy enough that we can talk.”

“Not sure I’m doing so well with that second part,” he grumbled.

“I’ve got no complaints,” you reassure with a soft squeeze to his hands. “Besides, I’m very much enjoying being on this side.”

“This side?”

“Oh yeah. I’m usually the one tripping over my tongue meeting new people. It’s not just my feet — I’m clumsy all over,” you proclaim almost proudly, earning a chuckle from him.

“You don’t seem clumsy to me.”

“You’re sweet, but I’m literally holding onto you right now. Hard to be clumsy with support, though I do like to consider myself an overachiever.”

Rex let out what was probably his first genuine laugh since starting this whole endeavor. “Well, I’m happy to act as support as long as needed.”

Your lips twitch to the side, and if not for the mischievous spark in your eyes — a sight Rex had learned from his men usually meant nothing but trouble — he’d assume you were upset. Confused, he waited for you to continue.

“Happy to act as support? Are you sure?”

Everything about your tone is screaming that he’s out of his depths. You’re plotting something, that much is clear, and he’s not sure what. And he certainly can’t reprimand you the way he does wayward troopers.

Still, nothing to do but jump in at this point.

“Yes …?”

Your smile broke free from the tight, wry curve of your lips to engulf your entire face.

“In that case …” You stepped closer to him, pulling your joined hands behind your back, forcing yourself into his arms. Chills slid up his arms along with your touch as your hands finally settled on his shoulders, leaving his splayed out against the expanse of your back. “Better that we dance like this. More secure, you know.”

The boys would often tease Rex for how easily he would flush. It was something he cursed his whole life, always envious of Cody for his incredible composure. Now, however, despite feeling the heat in his own cheeks, the sight of your eyes refusing to settle on one place, least of all him, and the awkward shift in your stance, he understood the teasing.

You were adorable when flustered.

But more than he enjoyed seeing you worked up, he desperately wanted you to be comfortable with him. And he wanted to show his appreciation that you took the first leap of faith. So he stepped just a little further into your space, slightly tightening his hold on you so you could feel him support you.

“Sure. Just tell me if you want me to let go.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

It wouldn’t be right to say conversation flowed. There were still awkward bumps and turns. But you were gracious about them, and honestly guilty of a few yourself, which helped Rex lower his guard even more.

It didn’t hurt that you seemed to pick up the footwork just as easily as he did, letting him lead you around the floor easier than he anticipated so he could fully indulge in how you pressed ever so lightly against him as you lead the conversation.

It was mostly small talk, getting to know you staples. But you never made him feel awkward or like you didn’t care for his answer.

In fact, he had never felt so tall before being the center of your attention.

Sooner than he realized, the class ended, and the dancers began dispersing. A quick scan of the room made clear that Cody and his date already cleared out. When, he wasn’t sure. But it left Rex standing in the middle of the floor with you in his arms, looking at him expectantly … and he had no clue what to do.

All he knew was he wasn’t quite ready to let you go.

“Do you walk home?” he asked, immediately realizing what he had said and groaning. “No, not that. I mean, do you mind if I walk you home?”

You laughed at him, but again, it was a soft thing without a trace of mockery. “I’d love that, thank you.”

If asked right then, Rex would say that laugh was his favorite sound. But he didn’t let that thought linger too long.

You looped your arm through his and laid your opposite hand on top, taking him aback with how comfortable you seemed around him even without the pretense of dancing. Though you stopped right at the line of too forward, a courtesy he was grateful for.

And it appeared a more strategic choice than he first gave you credit for. With your arms woven through his, you were able to lead the way and keep pace with him easier. You walked to the inter-level lift and rode it down a few levels to more modest apartments before meandering through the streets for a few blocks, chatting softly the whole time.

“This is me.” You waved your hand absently to the building behind you as you turned to face him.  You were looking at him like that again, like he was the only thing in this galaxy worth looking at. If he wasn’t careful, Rex could easily grow addicted to that look. “I had a really nice night. Thank you, Rex.”

“No thanks needed, mesh’la,” Rex said softly, hearing the endearment slip in before he really registered it. It fit, though, and he was willing to bet you didn’t speak Mando’a. “I had a good time, too.”

He felt like time itself was suspended. Like the two of you existed within a ray shield and nothing outside mattered. He felt himself pulled closer to you until he was standing with barely an inch between you. Glancing past your eyes for just a moment, he felt his breath catch at the sight of your chest just missing brushing his as you take heavy breaths.

Usually, clarity felt cold when it washed over him. This, however, was warm, fueling his courage just as much as the realization that you could feel the gravitational pull between you as well.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, bolder than he felt as he leaned down but still not trusting his voice as he invaded your space and reveled in the proximity, eyes constantly searching for any sign of hesitation.

There never was one. You tilted your head back, bringing your plush lips almost up to his.

“Please.”

It was the sweet, needy, breathlessness of your plea that made Rex vow then and there to do anything to hear you beg for his kisses again.

It was the soft give of your lips, the insistent yet gentle pressure you applied and the succulent yet swift swipe of your tongue against his that made him vow to give them to you as often as you asked.

Gods above, there was nothing so wonderful in that moment as your kiss. It wasn’t hot and heavy, as his past experiences had been; those one-night stands nothing more than moments of stolen pleasure speaking only to present need.

This was the opposite, chaste in all but promise, speaking without words of your passionate intentions.

You pulled away, and he should have let you go. Rex had always prided himself on being respectful, doing the right thing. And yet, the only thing that felt right was to chase your lips with his, looping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

Reason eventually won out, as it always did for him. Keeping his hold on you, Rex pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Sorry.” His breathing was heavier than expected, and he questioned if his conditioning was really lacking, or if your kisses would always steal his breath. “Got a little carried away.”

You shook your head against his, and only then did he realize you had tangled your hands in his jacket, fisting in the fabric tightly. He couldn’t pull away without applying some force, and that knowledge buzzed pleasantly through him.

“No you didn’t. Not that I didn’t want, anyway.”

A worry line appeared on your forehead as you turned to glance at your front door over your shoulder. Your lips pursed, and while he wouldn’t claim to know you well, he could hazard a guess to your conundrum.

Gently, Rex lifted a hand to turn your face back to him before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear he heard you sigh.

“Goodnight, mesh’la,” he offered, and to his relief, he saw you relax. You stepped back, out of his arms, and he was surprised by how much he didn’t like that. “I’ll comm you tomorrow?”

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough if that’s how you would smile for him every time. “Yeah, I’d like that. Goodnight, Rex.”

Captain Rex of the 501st Legion led men into numerous battles. He had fought by the side of one of the galaxy’s greatest Jedi and received commendation from the Republic’s top leadership.

But no victory had ever felt as good as walking away from your apartment that night, one successful date under his belt and hopefully many more with you on the horizon.

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"I'll be gentle, baby. Don't worry." With Hardcase or Cody and fem reader please? If you have time. No rush, no worried.

Oooh thank you to whoever sent this in!

I’ve never wrote for him before but I tried my best , it though was fun to write about our goofy Hardcase 💁🏻‍♀️ but wow he is a total DOM😈😈 slightly a slow burner but I do hope you enjoy some Hardcase smut & it doesn’t disappoint 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dividers by the best @idontgetanysleep

Using smut prompt 22 @thelonelyempath

I actually got the inspo for this fic from McFly’s song Party Girl - if your British then you know 🤣😉

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2040

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗺𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲

Another night of bantha piss entertaining the usual scum of Coruscant. This thought plagued your mind daily how did the only daughter of a wealthy tycoon from Chandrila end up in this sort of establishment. Something you need not dwell on right now.

However they weren’t scum , far from it. The majority of your customers were people of great importance ranging from rich and famous, to senators the odd chancellor or two, a few natborns and of course your secret favourite few.

The boys from the 501st legion, you knew their names now, but that one special clone Hardcase he seemed to tug at your heart strings. The troopers had ventured in your work place quite frequently in the last few months , usually after a tough battle or looking for some fun during their shore leave before making their way to the famous 79’s.

Kriff tonight was exceptionally ghastly, several inebriated punters had tried their best to get your attention in a crude way, failing to realise you were not an escort.

Your blood was boiling, stinging tears gathered behind your pretty green eyes, the rage inside you seeping out from every pore on your body, you saw red. The mist clouding your vision, for your own piece of mind you took yourself off the back rooms.

You paid no heed as you bolted across the room to Captain Rex sauntering in, followed by his squad, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Tup , Fives, Echo and Hardcase. Sweet, funny, wacky Hardcase. His eyes shone brighter than the rest. They seemed kind. If it was a different time in your life … in his maybe….

“Look there goes ya girl…” Fives chuckles throwing Hardcase a shit eating grin.

Hardcase only glared back, his feeble attempt to hide the growing blush spreading across his face.

“Troopers!” The wave of authority thick in Rex’s voice has all eyes on him.

“Take those seats by the stage and relax we all deserve a night off”

“Sir yes sir! “ is shouted in unison by the group.

You had hope that a quick shower and outfit change would rid your skin and mind from the incident earlier. Far from it. Still irritate you make your way back to the grand stage, the pounding bass of the music increases, the lights dim only the silver strobe effects remain.

You walk slowly out from the shadows like some Ethereal Goddess, until you reach the middle of the stage wearing a sheer glittery blue deep plunge halter neck thong body suit completely backless, the high sides of the flimsy fabric sitting perfectly on your ass. The spotlight licked against your curves, the clear 8” heels with the 4” platform elongating your slender legs.

Hoots and cheers filled the air pairing with the vibrating sounds from the speakers.

There he was sat between his Vod’s , his striking face tattoo makes it easier to tell him apart from the rest. His eyes completely transfixed on you, roaming hungrily up and down your semi naked body. Heat begins to pool in your lower stomach, the tingle in your cunt grows.

Grabbing the pole with elegance you begin stalking around it , keeping your gaze locked on his as you reach the front of the stage once more facing the sea of onlookers you begin dancing. Your eyes close focusing on your sultry moves. Your ass twerks in time with the fast paced wave of music, you feel credits fall at your feet, its a guilty thrill you enjoy.

With your back facing the crowd you run your hands through your hair cocking your head slightly you notice the dark glow of his eyes, the desire adamant on his face. You turn around and gracefully fall to your knees crawling over to the clones of the 501st you bite your bottom lip as that coil tightens inside of you. Many of the life forms watching you try in vein to touch you as you crawl past.

You beam an alluring smile to Hardcase before wrapping your legs around the cool metal of the pole, bending backwards you arch your back pushing your breast out.

Hardcase swallows hard watching you dry hump and grind your pussy against the pole, oh so wishing it was his own painfully hard throbbing cock. To him you were just perfect.

Your body moved tastefully with agility around the pole, the way you enticingly rolled your hips. Reaching up and behind your neck you untie the bodysuit letting the top half slip down revealing your naked breasts, nipples covered by small delicate tassels. Hardcases breath hitched in this throat and lump formed , almost like dry swallowing a large pill.

As the music ended you bowed to everyone as the cheers roared and you left the stage, the butterflies in your stomach grew. Making your way to your private dressing room you feel a tug at your wrist.

Your eyes widen with utter surprise as you see the handsome clone trooper stood before you.

“Hardcase..” you stutter trying to regain your composure.

“Hello mesh’la I wasn’t err sure you remembered my name” His voice low

His hand grazed the nape of his neck awkwardly glancing at his tapping feet.

His gloved hands began to fidget and he seemed to dance on the spot, this made you giggle.

“Somewhere you need be?” An eyebrow raised as you step closer to him, even in your heels he towers over you.

“Eh well erm where are you going?” Again his eyes faced the floor.

“Care to join me for a drink trooper?” You purr.

A dippy carefree smile tugs the corners of his lips and expands as he takes your hand and follows you to the dressing room. A large pink plush couch sits cozily in the corner of the room in front is a small table with a bottle of bright green liquid and a couple of small glasses.

A sweet vanilla smell invades Hardcases nostrils as he gets comfortable against the soft fabric. Both of you share a few shots of the burning liquid, conversation flows effortlessly, your bodies gradually move closer and closer to each other, the lustful tension spikes.

The slick between your thighs building, something comes over you. A sudden brazen confidence you place your hand against his thigh. The dark look on his face says it all. A primal desire begins to control him.

Hardcase latches his hands onto your soft fleshy thighs and pulls you down on him. You straddle him, your hands flat against his chest plate. A soft whine falls from your lips as he thrusts his codpiece against your already gagging cunt. A rough drag of his gloved hand glides up your chest ripping the fabric from your body freeing your breasts.

Hardcase pushes up into you once more, his grip of your hips firm as he holds you down grinding and pushing against you.

You begin to rock your hips to ease that hot ache rising inside of you , he stifles a moan growing pleasure sizzling through every fibre of his body.

“Stand up take everything off mesh’la but I want you to keep those slutty heels on for me.”

His words strained dripping with desire.

You obediently comply you stand up removing the blue bodysuit that matches the blue painted across his armour. Eagerly you await his next command, your mouth watering watching him stripping down to his blacks. Your cunt twitches as he finally removes each item of clothing, his cock hot swollen standing to attention beads of pre cum leaking out his spongy tip.

Oh stars how you are desperate to taste him.

Hardcase rests back on the couch and begins fisting himself, slow pumps as his eyes hone in on your glistening sex, already dripping.

“Sit on my cock” demanding and possessive, ushering you over.

You stand above Hardcase, eyeing him with caution before you climb onto his lap. He hums his approval. The sting as he stretches open your tight cunt is electric,his size is frightening. But fuck it feels so good. Inch by inch you slide down his pulsating length dragging your nails across his scarred skin causing him to shudder. You feel his cock twitching in you.

“So good for me baby taking my cock” he whispers , one hand cups your cheek the other has tight hold on your ass cheek kneading the flesh greedily.

“Fuck oh Hardcase it hurts-“

Your breathy words cut off by the force of his large calloused hand grabbing the back of your hair severely , stretching your neck taught he licks up to your pulse point growling lowly. Your heartbeat quickens.

“I’ll be gentle baby. Don’t worry.” His tone lacks compassion , only pure prurience takes over him.

Your eyes widen and your lips part as pitiful whimpers fall from your lips.

Hardcase fucks up into you at a brutal pace, his hand stays in place clutching onto your soft waves , the other curling into your skin littering the area with controlling red marks. He moans low and gutted as your broken screams echo in the small room. Your cunt is pulsing with need , your breasts bounce as he mercilessly destroys you. His cock continuously hits off your cervix creating a beautiful white hot molten feeling running like icy fingertips through your veins.

“Uh- ple- please” your begs are so anguished they fuel his relentless thrusts. The frantic desire almost too much.

The hand clutching at your hair trails down between your breasts to your stomach to your clit. His finger works expertly. Your body begins to shake, your breathing ragged, he relishes in watching you squirm.

Hardcase leans up placing hot open mouthed kisses over any part of your salty skin his mouth can reach.

“Fuck! - mmm please what mesh’la?” He teases, clearly enjoying this dominating game.

He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him, a sinister glaze clouds his face, he runs his tongue across his teeth , forcing a finger flat against your tongue until you gag.

His chuckles are dark.

“Do you want to cum baby?”

You nod rapidly, stuttering whines and moans accompany the slap of his skin as he fucks you, faster, harder,deeper.

You begin moving, rising up only only the head of his cock is inside you before slamming your hips back down sheathing him fully inside. You set a fast pace fucking yourself with an aching desperation. Wicked glee flows from you.

You slam your hips down, your head falls back, your nails claw into this thighs. You feel him close to his own release, the tremors of his body, friction of his pubic bone against your sensitive clit send you into a frenzied peak. Every single nerve in your body sings, your toes curl.

“Fuck Hardcase - oh fuck yes” he is your complete undoing.

Breathy moans , curses and pants crescendo, your cunt convulse and clench’s around his immense size. The warm splash of his seed coat your walls. His body shakes as you writhe on top of him. A rush of ecstasy prickles across your skin you chase the burning desire of your orgasm, milking his cock riding out your high.

You slump into him to catch your breath, he is loose limbed beneath you. The feeling of his warm cock softening inside of you being stuffed with his cum as it trickles out of your ruined cunt and onto his thighs is utterly delicious.

He sucks in a deep sigh.

“Your so fucking beautiful mesh’la”

He begins to kiss you, shy but powerful, his tongue begs for permission to explore your mouth, you gladly accept. His finger tips dance across the base of your spine, yours stroke his shaven head.

You smile into the kiss before breaking away, his amber eyes bore into yours, a tender moment interrupted by a loud knock at closed doors.

“You guys finished yet?” Fives is laughing outside.

You chuckle as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, you don’t need to see him to know Hardcase is seething right now. But for now you are content in his arms.

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Haunted Clone Week

Written for the Day 1 prompt: Dark between the Stars

@clonefandomevents

AO3 version here

Ponds is left abandoned in space after he is shot but that doesn't mean he's dead.

Ponds wasn’t dead. He should have been seeing as he had been shot in his head and then spaced. But somehow he wasn’t dead. The pain had been intense but then the cold had numbed it until it faded away. The burning of lungs without oxygen had done the same. He knew, logically, that without a pressurized suit he should have imploded or something but instead he just… drifted. Between specs of light he knew were lightyears away. He only felt cold and numb and… empty. 

He had so much he had wanted to do still. He had a letter in his bunk that was unaddressed that still needed to be left on a certain other Commander’s desk. He had a little blue and white stuffed tooka doll that had carefully sewn jaig eyes on its forehead he had wanted to give to Rex. He had a tin of specialty caff he had forgotten to tell his General about that was supposedly both tasty and good for helping headaches. So much was left behind and all he could do was think about how now he’ll never get the chance. 

It could have been minutes or days or years as Ponds drifted through space with his path fueled only by the momentum caused by being forcefully ejected from the ship and the gravitational pull of the nearest stars. He wondered if this was what death was. Was it your consciousness existing in your body even when all life in it was gone? Would he be trapped like this for the millions of years it took for his body to eventually get dragged into a star until he burnt away? Would he keep existing even then? Were stars filled with the souls of all they had devoured all watching without any way to cry out or be seen? 

Another lifetime or just a few more minutes passed. The darkness around him seemed to cradle him like he was in some sort of dark water. It reminded him of being in a bacta tank and then it dug deeper and brought back memories he didn’t know he had of being in a tube floating in a warm thick fluid. It made him think of the first time he swam in one of the many irrigation channels on Kamino that caught rain water and funneled it into basins where the water could be purified into something drinkable for humanoid species. He had always loved the water. Cody had suggested they call him fish or frog but it had been Fox that came up with the name he kept. Ponds. It had been a joke. Something about how he was always calm when the rest of them weren’t and his love of water and something about mud had been brought up but he had liked it. He wanted to be a place his brothers felt at peace and safe. He liked the idea of being a little messy but full of life and surprises. Not as mucky as a swamp, not as grand as a lake. Just a little pond. 

He missed his family. He missed Wolffe’s gruff love and Cody’s warm hugs and Fox’s sharp wit. He missed Bly running his fingers through his hair when he would rest his head on his brother’s thigh while Bly was working on a training module. How long has it been? Did they remember him? Did they cry over him dying? Bly definitely would have cried. Wolffe likely would have needed to punch something until all the feelings went away. Bly didn’t know how Cody would have reacted to the news. At this point so many of them had died, was Cody already numb to losing their brothers? Fox probably was. He had already told them how hard it was on triple zero and how fast they went through troops because the senators wanted them decommissioned any time they messed up. They all supported him the best they could but it was hard being so far away. 

The darkness was growing. Ponds had been staring at the same little speck of light now for ages and it was getting dimmer. There was nothing else to do by this point. He had given up on trying to figure out why he was aware and he had gotten bored of hypotheticals on how his brothers were reacting to things. He had been trying to figure out where he was based on what he could see and what he had known about where they had been headed. He was pretty sure the light he was looking at was near Coruscant or in that same direction… maybe. It was hard to tell. He really was just in empty space. No planets close enough to make out. No stars close enough to be more than a distant dot. He started doing calculations on how long it would take for light from Coruscant to reach where he thought he might be on a galactic map and then subtracting that from the timeline he knew from galactic history to try to figure out when the light he was seeing might have been from. 

Cody had always said he was a nerd. He liked math and equations and filling out data forms. He liked puzzles that could be solved and hard facts that added up nicely. He was proud of his scores in astrophysics. If his numbers were right then he was looking at Coruscant back before the cities were even first built. It would still have oceans at this point. If he could zoom in his eyes to see it in detail instead of just a white flickering dot, he might even be able to see land there. He remembered learning that the Taung had lived there first… those who would create the Mandalorians… would they still have been the primary species? It might have been from even before them. 

A ship suddenly stopped near Ponds from hyperspace and he felt a tractor beam start tugging his body toward a cargo hatch. His mind had stopped processing things ages ago so he couldn’t remember if he knew this ship or not. It felt familiar.

“I have retrieved the body. The boy didn’t lie about the coordinates. It’s covered in… some sort of inky stuff but I’ll clean it before we arrive back at the temple so it can receive a proper funeral.” A familiar voice said as Ponds’ body was dumped on the floor of the hold. Ponds felt the pain returning and groaned, his body starting to spasm causing the being that dragged him from space to jump back in fear. 

Ponds slowly came back to his mind. He was wrapped in cold but it was comfortable. He slowly moved his fingers and relaxed as they moved as he willed them despite now being the same empty black color as the space he had been left in. 

“You’re supposed to be dead! How are you alive?!” A voice filled with terror said and he looked at them with eyes filled with starlight as their blaster shook from where it was pointed at him. 

“I am dead.” He muttered and ignored it as the being shot him twice when he finally stepped forward. He took the blaster and snapped it in half with his hands like it was nothing but a twig. 

He didn’t know what he was now but it wasn’t living and that meant he couldn’t die. Which was good because he had things to do. 

“I already got shot, I’d like to not be shot anymore. Can you take me to my General Mace Windu?” He asked and grinned when the spacer nodded and ran for the cockpit.

[cabezadeperro]

Codywan; soup

hello! this is very late, but. well. life!

pre-relationship, G. takes place during the war. feat. cody and fox's weird thing, ~1k.

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“Commander?”

Cody doesn’t twitch. He doesn’t turn to look at him, and he doesn’t react to the way the cook on the other side of the counter perks up, lekku twitching.

“No, I am not,” he lies. Kenobi huffs, amused, and makes his way to Cody. 

“Should I call you Cody, then?” Kenobi replies. He sits down on the stool next to Cody’s, long legs awkwardly folded under the counter.

Cody rolls his eyes. He leaves his spoon on his bowl and turns to look at him. Kenobi’s smiling. He’s wearing nondescript civilian clothes: black pants and a grey shirt and a beat up, ill-fitting grey jacket over it.

“What are you doing here?” Cody asks him. Here, as in the lower levels. Cody was supposed to meet Fox an hour ago.

“I do have friends who aren’t Jedi.”

“I know, sir. We’ve all met Captain Ohnaka.”

Kenobi groans, and Cody can’t help it: he snorts, too loud and unexpected, and starts laughing at the face Kenobi makes in his general direction.

The stall is one of Fox’s favourites. Or, at least, one he likes enough to share with Cody. Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Cody never knows what are boundaries and what is just Fox being a paranoid asshole. 

Cody has decided he doesn’t care. The cook is a young Twi’lek woman with dusty orange skin, and she makes the food and deals with the clients. There aren’t that many meals on offer, a steady rotation of half a dozen dishes that’s different every time Cody visits the place, with a predilection for spicy and for teeth-rotting sweet. Cody has found this combination suits him just fine.

He’s been trying to finish his soup for the last half an hour. It’s so hot his lips feel swollen and his shirt—Rex’s, or Rex’s ARCs; it fits him and Cody likes how soft it is, and that’s good enough for him—is damp with sweat, but Cody’s not a quitter. 

It’s also a very good soup.

“What are you doing here, com—Cody?”

Cody raises an eyebrow in the general’s direction, and snorts when Kenobi just smiles blandly at him.

“I think I might have been ditched,” he replies honestly. He checks his comm—Fox’s last message is from an hour ago, telling him where to meet, when. 

Kenobi’s smile changes, goes softer. “Oh?”

Cody could tell him about Fox. They have been working together for almost two years: whether he knows it or not, Kenobi’s witnessed quite a lot of—of the kind of interpersonal conflict Cody used to think they’d leave behind once they left Kamino.

In the end, he just shrugs. He looks down at his bowl and stirs the little that’s left at the bottom with his plast spoon, warm and kind of greasy between his fingers. He will never get used to that—to the way everything seems to grow a layer of grease and dust and grime on Coruscant. He kind of sees the attraction of some of it—he likes some of the museums, and he likes the food, and he likes walking around and people-watching, and he likes not being shot at—but he thinks he will never quite understand what Fox sees in it.

He says he hates Coruscant: Cody thinks at first he meant it, but now he’s not that sure.

Kenobi’s still watching him, a knowing look in his eyes. Cody clears his throat. He pushes off his stool and slides down to the sticky tarmac around the stall, his regulation boots out of place. 

“Not the first time,” he tells Kenobi, matter-of-fact. “And it won’t be the last.”

Cody starts making his way towards the turbolift back to the surface, and Kenobi falls into step at his side, arms brushing. He may be out of his Jedi robes, but he smells like he always does—ozone and wool, leather and woodsy beard oil. Coruscant is loud and stinky and overwhelming, but Kenobi’s smell finds Cody nonetheless, insistent and familiar and unsettling like Kenobi’s knowing eyes on the side of Cody’s face.

They walk in silence. For once in his life, Kenobi seems happy to just share the quiet, hands in the pockets of his jacket and reddish hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He doesn’t look like Cody’s general: he looks like—he is just a man.

Down here, no one knows Cody’s a clone. They’re familiar with propaganda reels and with the Corries, with Fox’s shock troopers, and that’s about it. Cody catches a flash of himself on the window of a storefront, short and stocky and forgettable, and it occurs to him he is not that sure he likes that. His seething, simmering anger at the shitty, little injustices of life as a clone trooper fights the idea of being like everyone else to a standstill, leaving him tired and disgusted with himself.

They stop in front of the turbolifts. There’s a small crowd waiting to get into the one going up, and Cody joins them. He’ll return to the barracks, take a nap before hitting the gym, and then he’ll bully himself a way into the Corrie guardsroom.

He turns to look at Kenobi, and catches the general staring at him, an unreadable expression in his usually expressive face. It lasts barely a second—Kenobi blinks, and then he smiles, the gesture familiar and easy. Cody raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed, but then the lift beeps, and the woman in front of him starts pushing forward—he has to let it go.

“See you around, sir,” Cody says. A year and a half ago, the borderline disrespect would have felt—dangerous. Kenobi was an unknown quantity, and Cody has learned to keep his trust for his brothers.

“Goodbye, Cody.”

Cody follows the crowd into the lift. The glass doors close with a screech, and a rattle later the turbolift starts moving upwards. Cody watches Kenobi until he can’t, just another tall Human man, part of the crowd. He’s also looking, blue eyes visible despite the growing distance. Looking, looking. Always looking.

[enigmatist17]

Catch me thinking about all the clones "waking" up in the past after their final brother (read Rex and Kix) eventually dies

I want to say they just kind of wake up a handful of years before the clone wars start

Most of the commanders are teenagers, and the original batchers like Fordo/Alpha-17 and all are in their early 20's

At first they don't act on anything, most of them having hidden tearful reunions while the longnecks don't seem to notice a change among their clones

--> Rex has the most challenging time adjusting, having been the last one for so long that it's almost too much to have faces of the past around him. It helps when Fives and Echo find him one night, and the three are just a crying mess in a corner where the longnecks won't think to look for them. Kix joins them wordlessly, having still been silent about his own life years and years after they all had died.

Once they all figure out that almost everyone has "woken" up, it's all too easy to take Kamino for their own. It's before the war, the Jetti don't know them yet, and the chips are told to those who died before/during their activation. Many tears are shed when Order 66 is discussed by the few survivors, and those who had a hand in killing their Jetti only feel guilt until they all collectively realize that it won't happen this time

The Kaminoans don't realize that the clones are taking the city for themselves until it happens. They move way too precisely for non-combatants, but they slice through security and lock down everything like they knew all the codes since birth, and by the end of a rotation Tipoca and its adjoining facilities are under their control.

Jango is confused by what just happened, and even more so when he starts to realize all the clones are speaking a set of mando'a that is entirely that of his clones, and apparently know this language despite not being very old. They don't seem to want to hurt him either, looking at him with eyes that are haunted like those of a veteran soldier. The one he calls Kote eventually takes pity, and after ensuring what he would hear couldn't be recorded or broadcast, they speak.

He speaks of a war that takes so many lives, how he was used and made easy to execute, and how his clones were used and abused until the fall of the Republic and everything else.

Jango is silent the entire time, and eyes Boba sleeping in his room more than once. He had come to Kamino a long time ago to give his DNA, another job on the list, but to hear that the clones adopted what they could from what culture he taught some of the earliest clones stirred something in him.

Overall, Jango doesn't step in their way, and they don't force him to do anything, just awed to see the Prime that only so few had seen the first time.

Someone eventually has the bright idea to alert the Jetti instead of waiting for a few years, and it's decided that Fox would lead the initiative. Fox is honored and no he doesn't tear up a little bit, you saw nothing (he's lying, and the former Guard commander doesn't want to leave Tipoca at first, if he sees Coruscant, it'll be too soon)

He goes anyways, with Hound, Cody, Fordo, and Ponds following suit, a silent Jango hopping onto their ship clad in full armor. The clones have decided to have only Fordo in his armor, and the others are wearing some "civilian" clothes they'd stitched together to try and not be obvious they're all alike. Fox nearly has a panic attack when he lays eyes on the Senate building they pass over, and is surprised when Jango of all people steadies the younger clone.

They don't just walk into the Jedi Temple, instead leaving some carefully placed data sticks where they know they'll be seen, and after refueling head back to Kamino, so as to not alert a specific someone. Fox knows that they'll be soon gathered up by padawans, and that darker forces wouldn't think to search in a random Temple wall.

It takes the Jetti over a month, but when Kenobi's interceptor pierces the stormy clouds, there is a buzz of excitement.

The Jedi in question doesn't understand the sheer outpouring of joy when he steps out of his ship, and has to take a second to ground himself otherwise he'll start grinning (seriously why were they happy, he's never seen them before)

He's not sure what to expect, but the massive facilities that seem to be run by children are...not what he imagined, children with the eyes of battle-worn soldiers that watch his every move.

They don't tell Obi-Wan everything, pretending that they have information from a source that the Sith lord they seek is on Coruscant and that they will not be conscripted for a Republic they know nothing of.

Obi-Wan can tell they're lying a bit, but doesn't press. He also doesn't understand why they would be conscripted in the first place, but the clones are nothing but kind and respectful, with not a hint of darkness amongst any of them.

He stays for a few days, and eventually, the Force itself decides to speed things along and gives Obi-Wan a vision of a future from a sleeping Cody's mind, showing the Jedi years of trust that ended in devastation. Cody wakes up to Obi-Wan wrapped around him, and his heart sings for the first time in so long.

I am Filled With Thoughts

[sxrrandomfanfics]

100 Different Media To Write For in 2025

There may be more series that are more fun, but these are things that I know

January 2nd - Psychonauts "One-Shot" January 2nd - Death's Door "I am a Reaper" January 5th - Psychonauts "Baby Talking to Animals is Completely Normal No Matter the Circumstances"

Things I could Write For

Sky

Digimon

Pokemon

Sonic

Dark Cloud

Shining Force

Jentry Chau Vs. The Underworld

Dan da Dan

Undertale

Steven Universe

Gravity Falls

Amphibia

The Owl House

Inside Job

Kill la Kill

Shin Megami Tensei

The Wizard of Oz

Ace Attorney

My Little Pony

Ok K.O. Let's Be Heroes!

Secret Saturdays

Generator Rex

The Pretender

Dungeons and Dragons

Cult of the Lamb

Powerpuff Girls

Dexter's Laboratory

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

My Hero Academia

My Ghost Friend

Hazbin Hotel

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Villainous Flags- All Paths Lead to Doom!

Scissor Seven

DragonTales

Clifford

Pucca

Crash Bandicoot

Spyro the Dragon

That One Book About Lilith

American Dragon Jake Long

Danny Phantom

Kim Possible

Courage, The Cowardly Dog

iCarly

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Ernest and Celestine

Spirit - Stallion of the Cimmaron

Watership Down

Second Hand Lions

Jumanji

Zuthura

The Little Mermaid

Aladdin

Hercules

Shrek

Madigascar

How to Train Your Dragon

Rise of the Guardians

Grimm

Xiaolin Showdown

Lili & Stitch

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Treasure Planet

Dinosaur King

The Great Mouse Detective

The Rescuers

Up Up and Away

Sky High

The Princess Protection Program

The Wizards of Waverly Place

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

Anastasia

Land Before Time

Adventure Time

Regular Show

Teen Titans

Static Shock

Batman

Flash

Superman

Law and Order

Grimm Adventures

Jimmy Neutron

Fairly Odd Parents

Spongebob

50 First Dates

The Princess Bride

Johnny Test

Dragon Ball

Code: Lyoko

Miraculous Ladybug

Avatar the Last Airbender

Totally Spies

Big Bang Theory

The Simpsons

Futurama

Terraforming Mars

Centaurworld

Maya and the Three

The Book of Life

Coco

The Bible

Genesis's Discography

Mitski's Discography

6Teen

Total Drama

Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

Big Hero 6

Baby Mouse

Calvin and Hobbes

Cavetown's Discography

Captain Planet

Ben 10

The Incredibles

Moomin

Spot the Dog

Between the Lions

Pinocchio

Snow White

Sleeping Beauty

Cinderella

Foreigner's Discography

Nightmare Before Christmas

The Santa Clause

Rankin & Bass

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Fire Emblem

Yes's Discography

Chowder

Tom and Jerry

Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Spirited Away

Kiki's Delivery Service

My Neighbor Totoro

Howl's Moving Castle

Castle in the Sky

Sailor Moon

Ducktales

Chopped

Kirby

Blue's Clues

7 Deadly Sins

Little Witch Academia

Delcious in Dungeon

Spy x Family

Kingdom Hearts

Tangled

Frozen

Ancient Magus Bride

Inside Out

Star Wars

The Lord of the Rings (Rankin and Bass movie)

Aggretsuko

Klaus

Chess

Checkers

Star Trek

The Amazing World of Gumball

Cells at Work

Ouran High School Host Club

Hilda

Dead Endia

Bomberman

Theory Channels (YouTube)

Mario

Umbrella Academy

Phineas and Ferb

Full Metal Alchemist

Muppets

Song of the Sea

Wolfwalkers

Breadwinner

No Straight Roads

Meet the Robinsons

Beauty and the Beast

Fairytail

Splatoon

Project Moon

The Gregory Horror Show

Ever After High

Monster High

School for Good and Evil

Cursed Princess Club

He-Man & She-Ra

Legends of Chima

Smiling Friends

The Lion King

Mrs. Dalloway

Chikn Nuggit

Encanto

Detective Grimoire

Rain World

Infinity Train

Hero: 108

Golden Sun

Over the Garden Wall

Codename: Kids Next Door

Slay the Princess

The Frog Princess

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

5 Nights at Freddy's

Among the Sleep

Voltron

Bendy And the Ink Machine

Power Ranger

Super Monkey Ball

101 Dalmations

Hello Kitty

Hatsune Miku

Creepypastas

Camp Camp

Odin Sphere

Shakespeare

Dragon Quest

Arthur

Fighting Fudons

Marry My Husband

Hotel Transylvania

Beware the Villainess

Overlord

That One Time I was Reincarnated as a Slime

Soul Eater

Hajime de no Aku

Supernatural

Naruto

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

The World God Only Knows

Devilman Crybaby

Blue Exorcist

HunterXHunter

Bob's Burgers

Geek Girl

Jane the Virgin

Emily in Paris

Jurassic Park

Jaws

Tremors

Friend's Fanfiction

My Own Fanfictions

[galateagalvanized]

Thunder, Penny and Sparrow

For Prompt #5, from @elwenyere—thank you, dear! For others, this story is part of the ‘verse I started in this fill, which isn’t necessary to read but might be informative ;) 

If it hadn’t been raining, Cody would never have bothered with his family’s carriage.

Thunder rolls like the crashing of waves on the other side of the windows, and rain beats a frantic tattoo on the warped glass. Cody draws the curtains closed and leans back in his chair, unwilling to watch the dancing orange lights in the distance grow any larger.

Perhaps, he thinks with a fatalism that he never would’ve tolerated on his ship, the weather will chase away all the family’s potential guests. Perhaps he will arrive at his cousin’s manor sopping wet and alone, and Rex will invite him in for revitalizing glass of tihaar, and they can sit by the fire and trade stories from long summers spent dunking each other in the duck pond, until Cody heads back to his parents’ estate, exactly as much of a bachelor as he is now.

The first rattle mostly blends into the thunder, and it makes Cody sigh over the state of the roads in Concord Dawn. The second rattle makes him sit up, concerned that an axle might be loose.

On the third rattle, the door opens.

Cody startles backwards, draws his pistol, cocks it, and finds himself unable to pull the trigger on whoever could be insane enough to enter a four-horse carriage hurtling down muddy, broken roads.

“Ah,” the thief from yesterday says. The barrel of his own pistol never wavers from Cody’s heart. “Hello there. Are you following me?”

Cody blinks, then laughs.

“Isn’t that my line?” he asks with surprising fondness.

Behind the thief, white-blue lightning forks across the sky, illuminating the back of his cloak in oil-slick pools of light. Rain splatters into the carriage’s enclosure, pooling along the leather.

In the ensuing thunder, Cody makes a decision, slides back along the seat, and makes room.

“Well?” he says as he tucks his pistol away. “You coming in or not?”

The man hesitates one second, then another, then slides in next to Cody. He shuts the door with a click, and the rain and thunder beat a softer tune.

At the front of the carriage, a small door slides open.

“Everything well, young master?” the postillion asks. “Thought I heard the door open.”

Cody keeps his eyes locked on his guest’s as he says, “Just wanted some fresh air.”

“…right you are, sir,” the man says, and the shutter closes once more.

“Okay, what am I missing?” the thief says. “I have to admit, I may not be the most experienced highwayman, but I do think it’s not supposed to go like this.”

But even in saying so, he lets the hood of his cloak fall to his shoulders, and he runs a hand through damp, dark brown hair. It mostly sticks where he sets it except in a few strands that drape themselves, resisting, along the line of his forehead.

“You need to rob someone,” Cody says, trying not to stare at the water droplets winding their way down the man’s neck. This is not the time nor the place. “I need to be robbed. I thought we could come to some accord.”

“You need to be—my dear, many people need to be robbed, but very few of them would ever admit to it,” the man marvels. “Pray tell me, why do you need to be robbed?”

“I can’t think of a better excuse to not go to a party than to be stripped of my clothes and my coin purse on the way over. Can you?” Cody says, reaching for the buttons on his suit jacket.

His skin heats up even in the howling cold as the man’s eyes follow Cody’s fingers with rapt attention, his pupils dark even in the next flash of a lightning strike.

“It must be some party,” he says softly. “Whose is it?”

Cody laughs. “Technically? Mine.”

When he’s finished, Cody folds his jacket over his arm and raises an eyebrow, taunting, daring—

Hoping.

And there’s a heady mixture of heat and challenge in the man’s gaze when he raises his eyes and his pistol and he says, “Then, darling: your money, or your life?”

[wr1t3w1tm3]

Wacky Power Rangers Cross Overs that I've Written or Could Write

Star Wars Original Trilogy:

I took a prompt from KrissyKat on Fanfiction.Net and wrote ten parts before school caught up with me. The team consisted of a much younger Han (blue), Leia (yellow), and Luke (red) (Luke and Leia were 15) and would've also included a young Ezra Bridger (green), Sabine Wren (purple), and maybe Cal Kestis (black). Rex and Ahsoka were set up to be mentors.

Star Wars Clone Wars:

This is based on a fanfiction.net fic I can't find anymore that had Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex working as Power Rangers via Zordon's lineage. In the version I had planned Obi Wan (yellow), Anakin (red), Ahsoka (pink), Rex (blue), and Cody (orange) where the main five. But this one would've been a Dino-Fury esque season with a lot of extra characters which would've included Plo-Koon (graphite), Wolfee (slate), Fives (navy), Echo (scarlet), and a tenth character I never settled on.

There was also an idea to just make it Cody (mustard), Rex (blue), Echo (scarlet), Fives (navy), and Wolfee (slate).

The Wiggles:

based on Mighty Morphing Power Wiggles by Flakingnapstich on AO3, but more of a legacy idea. In their story the Wiggles were created as a cover for the original four - Greg (yellow), Murray (red), Jeff (purple), and Anthony (blue) to be Power Rangers. As the crew has evolved, I feel like it lends itself to a multi-evolution team like the original Mighty Morphing run.

In this version the Wiggles main four were Power Rangers, and in addition to saving Australia they also operated wherever their tours were, such as the US.

The medical condition that forced Greg to retire in real life back in 2006 was actually the stress of an old injury in tangent with being a Power Ranger and performing. Sam steps up as yellow, then when Jeff and Murray leave Pryce and Lachy step in as red and purple, respectively.

Anthony is our Tommy Oliver character, as he's never left the team.

In the fic Captain Feathersword is the fifth ranger, but I kind of like the idea of having him, Dorothy, the Octopus, and the dog (whose names escape me) be like the spirit rangers of Jungle Fury.

The current iteration with the two of each Wiggle differentiates either by shades of their respective color or by suite design.

I just think it'd be cute to have a little moment with Anthony and his daughter doing a passing of the torch like how the fandom sort of passed the torch to JDF's daughter after his passing.

Bonus points if we get a khaki and olive green ranger and it's just Bindi and Robert Irwin. Super bonus points if Bindi's current husband Chandler ends up being the one running everything back at base (like Alpha in the original or Sam prior to getting the Green Samuari suite in Ninja Storm).

Top Gun

Now hear me out.

The original Ranger team is made up of some of the first Top Gun graduates, as well as other crack pilots. Viper and Duke (Maverick's dad) are two such members. Duke goes down during a fight but is never replaced as a Ranger.

Come Top Gun, Viper's manipulated everything enough to get who he wants in the running or the next Ranger team. Maverick and Goose weren't who he was expecting, but they stand out.

The Rangers work in tandem. Iceman is red, Slider is blue. Hollywood and Wolfman are yellow and green (doesn't matter which to me). Maverick is black, leaving a final color on the table. Initially, Viper holds onto it for himself, serving as a sixth white ranger before he's hurt and passes it on to Maverick's current RIO: Merlin. But as RIO's retire Mav has to keep giving it out. So when he eventually can get into a single seater, he takes the chance, and the Rangers before a five man team.

Iceman had initially wanted to assemble the next team post uranium mission, using Mav's picks, but he knows he'll die before he gets the chance. So he gives Mav the job. Maverick keeps the black morpher and gives Rooster (blue), Phoenix (red), Bob (yellow), Fanboy and Payback (white and green, undecided) morphers.

During a fight, Maverick is injured and realizes how eerily similar his situation is not Viper. So rather than try to keep fighting through it, he gives the morpher to Hangman, making him the black Ranger.

There's also a storyline where the other six uranium mission candidates (who I give the headcanon name of Daggers) get turned into evil rangers a-la the Psycho Rangers. However, once they're brought back they still have their morphers and operate as a second team. Coyote (slate) heads the team with Omaha (maroon), Halo (mustard), Fritz (navy), Harvard (steel), and Yale (forest).

Tombstone

This one just came to me.

The Earp brothers are a team of three: Virgil is blue, Wyatt is red, and Morgan is yellow.

After Morgan's death and Virgil leaving, Doc is given a choice between the yellow and blue morphers. The other two members of their party get the green and black morphers. The morpher Doc doesn't pick is given to the fifth member of the posey. I cannot remember any of their names.

Ninjago

Its very similar to the actual IP, just with Power Ranger ninja suites and their elemental powers come from their power crystals or something like in Dino Thunder. Lloyd is green, Kai is red, Jay is blue, Zane is white, Cole is black, and Nya is aqua.

During the arcs with the elemental masters their ranger identities are just various colors and shades. Tox is lime, Chamile is purple, Turner is cream, Karloff is steel, Neuro is gray, Ash is ash, Jacob is maroon, Gravis is tan, etc. Skylar moonlights as an orange ranger.

With the new Dragons Rising line, Arin and Sora are the next two rangers: Orange and Pink.

[clonemedickix]

Rating: E

Word count: 834

Pairing: Captain Rex x OC General Lara Lin

Warnings: clone SMUT - Under 18 DNI, foreplay and banter, P in V sex, breeding kink, alcohol consumption on the beach

Excerpt Summary - A little sun bathing, some appropriate liquids for that activity, Rex wants to appreciate what’s under Lara’s bikini more closely

Link to full chapter on AO3 here

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Rex returned a few days later from his trip with Primer and Cody, bearing more refugees. The population of Nidhogg was increasing at a fairly steady pace, thanks to all the clones being rescued. Some didn’t stay permanently, but others decided to take the opportunity to settle down on the beautiful planet. It was a haven, a complete change from everything they’d ever known, and while they knew the Dragons continued to train and mount missions agains the Empire, life was so much better there it was hard to choose to leave it behind.

After heading for his hut and stowing his gear, Rex went in search of Lara, finally finding her laid out on a towel on the beach with a big container of red sangria sitting in the sand at her head and small cup of it half drunk next to her. She was laying on her stomach, soaking up the rays in a two piece suit. Rex noticed there were other females on the beach - the wives and girlfriends of clones doing the same as Lara. Smiling to himself about the peace and contentment of the scene before him, Rex sat on the sand near Lara’s head, bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them, then placidly watched the waves roll in.

“So this is what you meant, by needing a towel and some sangria to be happy at the beach?” Lara could hear the smile in his voice.

Turning her head she smiled up at him, and reached a hand up to take his. “It’s for sure not a bad way to spend an afternoon. We’ve built furniture and worked at one of the new huts all day. I think I was due a little relaxation.” Lara paused and gave Rex a slightly harried look. “Besides, tempers were starting to flare a bit over ‘creative differences’ regarding how to best to design and construct some of the items in question. I needed a break from all the amateur engineers and their input.”

Rex laughed and then nodded to her pitcher of beverage. “Bad enough that you made a trip home for your choice of booze, I see.”

“Uh… yes, and some Scotch. It was necessary.” She sat up and took a swig of the beverage in question and then offered the cup to Rex, if he wanted a sip. “I’m pretty sure they did a better job without me here to offer opinions, seeing as how they managed to throw so many buildings up by their wee selves. Maybe they’re showing me I’m irrelevant.”

Rex took another sip of the sangria and then drained the cup. The stuff really was good, he had to admit. “Mm. This is good. I’ll give you that - you were right about it, that day on Floston.” There was a small moment of silence between them as they thought back on that beautiful planet, destroyed now in the aftermath of the coming of Morgoth. There had been happy days spent there. “Lara, you know you’ll never be irrelevant to any of those men. Carpentry isn’t leading men in battle, or in life. Maybe you need to spend more time being their leader, rather than their job boss.”

Lara turned and sat on the towel, bringing her knees up like Rex and wrapping her arms around them. “You know, it’s rather annoying when y’all start to make sense and I’m not in the mood to agree.” She heard Rex snort in amusement next to her.

“I guess you can take comfort that it’s not very often.” He reached over to the large thermos and held it up to pour more sangria into the cup, then sealed it again. “Remember when we were all alone on Floston? Nobody there but us and Baiulus, and he didn’t care what we did?”

Lara laughed at that. “You know, y’all always forget that dragon is sentient and smarter than most humans. He might not ‘care’, but he damn well knows what we were doing.” She gave Rex a little mischievous grin and some side eye, and saw he had a strange, thoughtful look on his face at that information.

“Well. That being said, would you care to come be alone with me in our hut? In our bed? Perhaps… with no clothes on? You’re not exactly wearing much at the moment anyway.” Rex did his best to deliver that offer with a rather innocent face, like he was truly proposing to help her with something.

“You could help me look for sand fleas?” Lara asked with an arched eyebrow.

“What in dank ferreck is a sand flea? It’s not related to those stupid tick things on Earth is it? Those are so creepy!” He’d been horrified to find the little crawling bugs on his skin one day after walking through the woods of Lara’s farm. She’d given him a thorough inspection once home to make sure she got them off of him, but he’d never recovered from the horror.

Lara started giggling and sang out “‘I’d like to walk you through a field of wildflowers, and I’d like to check you…for ticks.’ Come on Brad, let’s go make sure we are both tick free. And sand flea free.” Lara gave him a huge smile and a wink and stood, reaching to get her towel and sarong. While she was bent over Rex reached up and smacked her on the butt once, lightly, and heard her give a snort of laughter. She straightened back up and tied the sarong around her, while Rex reached down for the thermos of sangria and the cup.

“Don’t forget this! Hope you have more of it hidden away somewhere.” Rex seemed to be a convert to the fruity, citrusy drink.

“I can always get more, my love.” They walked back to their hut together happily, content with each other’s company. Soon as they walked inside and barred the door behind them, Lara dropped her stuff to the floor and turned, throwing her arms around Rex’s neck. She looked him in the eyes and then leaned in and kissed his lips gently, feeling him return her kiss. She felt the tip of his tongue brush her top lip and knew he wanted more, their mouths opening slightly and the kiss deepening suddenly. Rex’s hands held her at the waist; she felt his thumbs caress her sides and then he moved one hand up to the center of her back, pulling her closer, untying her bikini top at the same time. Lara’s hands moved to his chest, sliding along his sides to his back, then down to grasp his backside firmly. She heard Rex give a little grunt of need, and he started to walk her back towards their bed, pulling her loose top off and dropping it to the floor.

Lara let him guide her backwards carefully, breaking off their kiss to look him in the eye. She suddenly felt this day was different than others. There seemed to be a rising power within her, an answer to his need that was like that first night spent on Floston. She hadn’t felt her power return to her like this since that horrible day she had battled Morgoth, what felt like so long ago now. Really, Lara had had little to no interest in the Force since then, rather blissfully ignoring it and trying to be a normal person for a while, only using it occasionally. Now, she felt it flooding back to her, filling her like a cup, and she gasped, almost like she was drowning.

Rex looked back at her steadily, a slight note of confusion and concern in his eyes. He could see her skin starting to glow, the luminescence of her power shining from her very pores, and her eyes were lighting up like they always did when she was feeling high emotion. She hadn’t shone like this in many months, not since that last day on Floston. It was almost like holding onto a star. He could see she wasn’t doing it on purpose, and that the rush of the power returning to her was sudden and slightly overwhelming. “Lara, are you okay?” He finally asked her, worried at how she appeared to be struggling a bit before him.

“I’m…” Lara had to take a breath to steady herself. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Oh my god I need you so bad, Rex. I need you to take me, fill me up.” She was breathing hard now, almost gasping, and her voice was a bit husky. “Like, now. Now now.” She tugged at his hand a little, pulling him towards her and the bed. Lara started to help him get his clothes off quickly, throwing the discarded items in the floor with abandon, ripping her bikini bottom off at the same time. She reached back to pull the blankets down on the bed, and sat quickly, scooting back to the center and making room for Rex.

Rex followed her down onto the bed quickly, crawling towards her and straightening out to lie next to her, getting his arms around her. He pulled Lara’s body to him and immediately kissed her, passionately, his left hand reaching down to pull her leg over him. He could smell the salt of the beach on her skin, the spicy floral scent of her curly hair drifted to him as she shifted. Lara could feel he was ready, his cock stiff and warm between them. She reached her hand down to grasp his erection, running her hand over the length of him and caressing his balls softly. Rex gasped at her touch, pressing himself into her hand and kissing her even more deeply. He rolled to his back and pulled her fully on top of him, looking her in the eyes and pushing her back to mount him properly. Lara seated herself over his cock, feeling him enter her, stretching her deliciously. They both sighed softly, relishing the feel of their joining. Lara started to move her hips slowly, taking him deeper and pressing herself against him, her hands on his chest for balance. She leaned forward and kissed him again, raking her teeth over his bottom lip lightly, pulling on it. She felt him give her his tongue and she ran her own over his, all the while the movement of her hips became more and more assertive. Lara’s hands moved over his body, his shoulders, his waist, back up his chest to his face, cupping his jaw with her right hand, while she braced herself with her left. The lightest rasp of his stubble on his jaw was a contrast to the smooth skin over his muscles, save where she felt the irregular texture of battle scars here and there. She was no stranger to the scars, her own collection having only grown in the time she’d known Rex.

Suddenly Rex rolled her onto her back without pulling away from her, holding her leg against his hip. He could see her light was getting brighter, an atmospheric air glow surrounding her like a halo. He’d only seen her do that once before, and he stopped his motion for a moment, waiting on her to focus on him. When she opened her eyes to look at him, it was like gazing into the heart of a star. “Lara, are you sure? I can stop. We don’t have to do this now.” He was momentarily panicked, at the thought of was about to happen, the conclusion that would follow their making love right now.

Lara could see his fear, and she felt it in her heart as well. They’d lost so much before. Could they stand to try again, with the memory of their little boy on their minds? A part of her realized they were being offered this second chance by Fate. The Force was telling her it was time. It had been nearly two years since Floston, and the exchange of her son’s life for her own, and Lara had always known they would not be able to avoid the coming of the Child of Promise. She looked into Rex’s eyes steadily, and reached up for him, pulling him to her for a soft, loving kiss. When they parted, she nodded to him and said, “It’s time Rex. It is the will of the Balance, that this happen. Join with me, put a child in me. This time I will not fail you, nor the Child.”

Rex sighed a little brokenly at that, and gave her a stern look. “Lara - you have NEVER failed me. In any way. Please never say that again.” He took a breath, feeling a deep need to fuck her until she cried out; he could already feel the response of her body in answer to him, how she would arch her back, how her body would clench around his. He placed his forehead against hers for a moment to steady himself and took a breath. “I want to see you heavy with my child, more than anything. I want to see you bring it into this world, hold it, feed it, hear you sing to it. I want to put a child in you, Lara. But are you ready for that?” Her answer to him was to wrap her legs around his waist and pull his face to hers for a kiss, pushing her hips against him and taking him deeply inside. Okay then, Rex thought, immediately thrusting into her and kissing her back passionately. He rode her hard, wanting to feel himself as deep as he could get, wanting to plant his seed as close to her center as he could. Lara’s light grew brighter as she neared her climax, and her breathing got slightly ragged, before she suddenly arched her back beneath him, closing her eyes and gasping in ecstasy. Rex felt her body contract around him and it spilled him over into his own orgasm, powerfully finishing within her as he too cried out. They rode that wave together, finally reaching for each other to kiss again, knowing their work that day would yield results. Rex held her for a long time, kissing her, nuzzling her and holding Lara’s body to him, running his fingers through her thick curls; he’d always loved them, how they had bounce and would spring back into shape when he straightened them. Rex spent time simply looking into her captivating eyes, the color reminding him of the oceans on Kamino, when that place had been the clones’ home. The two of them wouldn’t surface from their hut for the rest of the day, making love through the night, slaves to their powerful attraction and devotion to each other.

[ajpendragon]

This was a really fun prompt to write. I drew a lot of ideas from various codes and oaths from both the Jedi and the Mandalorians. I feel like Obi-Wan is the kind of person who would remember all those, and would repeat them to himself whenever he needed a reminder of what he stood for.

Tradition

There is no emotion, there is peace.

He knelt there with her body still warm in his arms, and knew that was a lie. Peace was something he would never find again.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

 His mind churned, unable to process the scene in front of his eyes. The chaos of his thoughts pulled at him, drawing him towards the dark.

"I do swear on my honor to use the Force only for good, denying, turning always from the Dark Side; to dedicate my life to the cause of freedom, and justice. If I should fail of this vow, my life shall be forfeit, here and hereafter."

Let his life be forfeit then. Without Satine, what was the use in living?

Honor is life, for with no honor one may as well be dead.

Satine’s voice echoed in his head, so real that he had to look down to check that she wasn’t truly speaking to him now. He had been a Padawan when she first said those words to him, but they still rang clear in his memory. 

Loyalty is life, for without one's clan one has no purpose.

His clan. His family. Satine was part of it, yes. But there were more. Anakin. Ahsoka. Cody. Rex. He fought to regain control of himself again.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There was no fight left in him. They dragged him out of the throne room, forcing him to leave her behind. The flight back to the prison dragged on forever as he knelt there, still hearing her voice in his head.

I adhere to the Resol'nare. The core of what it means to be Mandalorian. A sacred law giving us direction and purpose. 

His body itched in the stolen armor. It wasn’t the first time he had worn Mandalorian armor, but the last time, it had been made for him, to match the suit Satine owned, but rarely wore. It had been dragged out of storage for that day. Other women wore silks and dresses on their wedding day, but Satine had wanted to honor the traditions, and he had been more than happy to follow her.

Education and armor, self-defense, our tribe, our language, our leader—all help us survive.

Just because Satine was a pacifist didn’t mean she had abandoned any of the old beliefs, and as he knelt for the second time in his life and swore to follow another creed, he had never understood her better. 

Obey the commands of the Mand’alor…

The smirk she had sent him at that part nearly made him lose his place, though nothing in the world could make him forget her next words.

We are one when together…

Her voice overlapped with his in memory, their hands joined together as they promised themselves to each other. They had not had much time together, but it had been worth it.

We are one when parted…

While they had spent the majority of their married lived separated, they had never truly been apart. The bond that had brought them together had stayed strong, and he could still feel it now. She would never be truly gone. Death was just the beginning.

Death is life, one should die as they have lived.

She had lived well, and died well, holding to her principles to the end. He kept that promise in mind as he tried to center himself again, drawing the storm of his emotions back down, reminding himself of the first code he has sworn to, the first vow he had made.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Each word brought him further back to himself. They both had known this day would come. When they stood there together, vowing themselves to each other, they both knew there were other vows they had sworn. They could not have what most people had. They would never have a quiet life together. 

We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.

They had vowed anyways. They had never wanted that. They only wanted each other, in whatever way they could have. And if their time together alive was ended, it didn’t truly matter. It was not the end of their story. They would be together again.

There is no death, there is the Force.

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Seventeen

Rex stands there staring at me with a shocked expression on his face. "You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know" I say as I start walking again looking at my feet. I knew he wouldn't feel the same way... he probably just felt awkward before because the guys were pushing him....shoulda kept my mouth shut....Osik (shit).....di'kutla chakaar (stupid low-life). At this point I'm pretty sure I just ruined my relationship with one of my favorite people... but just then I hear plasoid boots going closer, moving at a quick pace. "Pare! (Wait!)" Rex yells my direction. I spin on my heels and come face to face with him as he catches up to me. We are both close and out of breath - for different reasons - "Yes?" I question gulping hard. At this point I'm staring at his lips - they seem to soft and... kissable. Rex shifts, standing tall and confident like he does when he is giving orders or talking through strategies with Anakin. We lock eyes for a moment, not a word is said, but I can feel the heat rising in my core. I lean in closer - hoping my gut is right - and I can feel his breath on my face. He slowly leans down and kisses me so gently like he's afraid I might run. I slowly slide my hands up his plastoid chest, hooking my fingers into the top of it. He deepens the kiss and I can't help but let out a small content hum. This seems to spark something in him and his arms snake around the small of my back - just under my bunched up flight suit - pulling me closer. He breaks the kiss, I giggle - not because I want to, but because the butterfly's are almost too much. He lets go of me, "Look I've been...uh...trying to find the time to tell you..." he rubs the back of his neck. "I know, Echo told me. He and Fives had this whole master plan, which now that I think about it explains why they've been the way they have around us". "How so?" He asks. "Rex....the way they sneak off  when we're both around. Or give each other a look like they knew something we didn't" I laugh shocked he didn't notice. "Honestly, I hadn't noticed" he replies. I smile and shake my head "I guess those two aren't only good at military strategies". "I guess not" he laughs with me.

The two of us continue our walk around the ship. The air between us is a lot lighter and less awkward. Like we've both been holding a secret from one another and now that it's finally out in the open, we can talk about anything. He even opens up more about himself and tells me stories about him and his batch on Kamino. I make mental note of some of the ones he tells that I'll have to pick on Cody for later... "Cody? No way!" I laugh as he tells me about a time where he played a prank on an unsuspecting Kaminoan. "Yeah, he did. The Kaminoans didn't find it very funny but we sure did" "I'm sure they didn't". I watch him for a moment, I can see the joy in his eyes that I know his vode (brothers) bring to him. Family is everything to Mandalorians, even if it's not blood family. I check my watch "we've only got 10 more hours of this to go. I'm anxious for a fight". "I'm sure the rest of the men are too. There training rooms and a shooting gallery on the ship." he suggests. "I like the way you think...Captain" I say with a smirk. He gives me the Captain Rex, million credit half smile. “How about this….I out shoot you, and you owe me dinner” I challenge him knowing he won’t back down. “Alright….and If I out shoot you?” He playfully asks. I put my hand to my chin, thinking it over. “I guess I’ll owe you then” I finally say. He cocks his head and looks off to the side. A devilish smile slowly creepy on to his face “I think I’ve got something” he says turning back to me. “Oh really? And what might that be?” I ask. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready to collect” he smirks. “Fine….shake on it” I sass. We clasp arms and shake on it. “Shall we?” He asks. I jump up from my spot “Race you there….Captain” I say taking off at a sprint down the hall.

I race through the hallways of the Resolute toward the shooting range. I don’t hear anyone behind me, causing me to look back. Where is he? I practically run into Kix. “Where you going in such a hurry?” He yells down the hall at me. “Ni ceta! (Sorry) I’ll see you later!” I holler back. When I finally make it to the hall where I know the range is, I see Rex already standing by the door. “Haar’chak! (Damn it!)” I say through labored breathing and laughter. “How in Haran (hell) did you beat me?”, “A Captain never gives up his secrets” He says trying to be mysterious. “Mhm…right….you cut through the mess hall didn’t you?” I poke his plastoid chest. “Maybe” he smirks. With that we head inside.

The range is empty - which is great, we can have it to ourselves. On one wall, there is a rack full of Deece blasters with various types of attachments. We walk over to the wall and stare at it for a moment. I’m over whelmed by the options and unsure of where to begin. “So, where should we start?” Rex asks. “You know I was thinking we should do something a little…out of our element…you know, to make it fair for you” I tease causing Rex to let out a deep laugh. “Yeah, right, okay” he laughs. “How about the DC-15x?” I ask turning to him. “A Snpier rifle? Alright” He says grabbing two off the wall while I grab the simulation equipment - The only downside to being on a ship is there is limited room for a range that is able to have sniper targets. However, with these simulation device’s that attach to the Deeces, it feels and acts like a long rage with the added bonus of being in a short range. Rex puts the Deeces on the tables and begins to set them up. “Oh and no HUD” I say, giving him a look. He sighs and hands me his buy’ce (helmet) which I place off to the side. “Where should we set targets?” I ask as he continues setting them up. At this angle I can really appreciate Rex, how delicately he sets of the rifles, respecting them as a piece of equipment that likely had saved his life a time or two. “I was thinking 600, 700, 800, 900, and 1000 meters” he replies finishing up.

I sit down at the first one while he sits at the other one. We sync the simulation devices so we can see one another’s display in the corner. “Alright, setting up the targets” he says pressing a few buttons. My display changes into what looks like the same room we are are in, only, the room is now 1500 meters long. The five targets pop up, all displaying their distance to the shooter. “Did you want any moving targets?” He asks. I hum, thinking it over for a second. “how about the 700 and 900 targets?” I ask leaning back from looking down my scope. He klicks a few more buttons, “hows that?” He asks. “Looks good. Whenever you’re ready….Captain” I can’t help but smirk to myself as I look through my scope. He lines up the first one “going hot” he says before taking the shot and hitting I the target dead center. I line up my scope, suck in a breath, and gently squeeze the trigger - dead center shot. Just then I hear the door slide open and familiarize voices enter. “Oh, Ni ceta (sorry) we didn’t realize you guys were in here. I look over from my scope and see Dogma, Hardcase, and Jesse. “You guys are fine” I smile at them. “What are you two doing?” Asks Dogma, who is now standing behind me looking over the set up. I glance over at Rex “just a friendly competition to pass the time” I smirk - Friendly….with high stakes. Hardcase and Jesse come over, “mind if we watch?” He asked. “As long as you’re quiet” barks Rex who is trying to refocus. I take the opportunity to tease him “Shhh, the Rex is trying to focus. Wouldn’t want him to miss” I whisper. “I heard that” he says very matter of fact, still looking down the scope. I giggle and the three don’t move a muscle - they know better than to distract their Captain. I glance up at the screen above our heads, which shows both of our displays side by side. “So what’s at stake here?” Asks Jesse. I hesitate because I figured Rex is probably not ready for them to know yet. “Haven’t thought of any yet” I say watching Rex take his shot. He hits the target - not exactly dead center but pretty close. “Oya!” “Good shot Cap” the boys cheer. Rex gives me a smug look, “there’s still 3 more to go” I try knocking him down a peg.

We both take turns hitting our mark until the last target- which I have to be honest, I’m sweating a little because 1000 meters is FAR. I’m used to dual Westar-35 pistols, but I know Rex is used to something similar. At this point, Dogma, Hardcase, and Jesse have pulled up chairs and are sitting between me and Rex. The audience doesn’t really help. Then again it’s never bothered me before. They have no idea what the prize is for either of us. I hear the ping sound of the round hitting the durasteel target. Osik (shit)….I can’t miss. Now that its my turn, I change the settings on my Deece for the distance. Lining up the shot, I feel myself shaking slightly. I can’t help my mind wandering to what Rex gets if he wins. Shaking the distraction away I suck in my breath and gently squeeze the trigger.

The shot misses the target by a fraction of an inch. “Haar’chak! (Damn it!)” I whisper still looking down my scope. I hear the chorus of ‘oooooo’s from behind me. I give the three a dirty look and they immediately stop. “Well then, I guess I win” Rex says proudly, he gives me a half smile. “It seems you have Rex” I say a little annoyed at myself for missing. “What? No Captain?” He asks teasing. I grit my teeth - he knows what he’s doing and thinks its funny. “Very funny” I say a little annoyed, not at him but because I lost. The other three get up from where they were seated and precede to set themselves up targets. Rex picks up his Deece and starts to walk over to where I’m seated. He leans down to whisper in my ear “we can still do dinner” he says before walking away. The action sends chills down my spine, head rising from my core, and I can feel goosebumps forming on my arms.

Masterlist

[kenobster]

After spending the entire weekend being gaslit by Palpatine and sobbing about the "this is how Anakin Skywalker feels forever" passage, I started rewatching The Bad Batch with my mom, and... guys, Darth Vader's absence feels like someone just punched a hole in my chest. Where the fuck is he? I ask. Where the fuck is Darth Vader? My mom mumbles something about him being busy doing important empire things and about how the story's not about him. But we saw a billion clones, I argue, we got to see Admiral Tarkin... and Bail and Chuchi and Rex. We got to see Palpatine fucking twice. He came out of his office and made a full-blown appearance in the Senate Chamber for heavens' sake. Where is Anakin?! >:(

She just shrugs. "I don't know, honey."

I'm tearing up again. My lip's trembling. Do you think he's okay?

My mom, who recently had knee-replacement surgery, finally takes pity on me and says: "Maybe he's just doing some physical therapy."

Snorts, so now I want some some fic about Darth Vader learning how to walk and move in his new Evil!Suit, the one that he hates. His temper was hot while he did the Bad Things™, but now it's all burnt out and he's massively depressed. Most days, the physical therapists, doctors, etc. can't get him out of bed. He's constantly at risk of pneumonia, and infections keep popping up because his body is too tired to fight them and he doesn't want to live anymore.

Palpatine comes by every so often with some "encouraging" words... Except now that everyone Anakin loves is dead or uninterested, Palpatine no longer has any reason to be the kind, supportive, wonderful uncle-figure in Anakin's life. He can just be snippy and mean and cruel—you know, the way Sith are. He calls Anakin a spoiled brat and a coward whenever he tries to kill himself, and it's not really doing any good. But Anakin lets it happen because he's hella not gonna do anything to rid himself of the one person who cares about him (he already learned that lesson the hard way). Even if Palpatine only cares about him the way one might care about a lapdog.

Bonus points if you somehow work Cody in. +bonus points if he doesn't like Anakin but not because the dude's evil and crazy (Cody is brainwashed by the chip currently and doesn't realize a lot of what's happened) but rather because he didn't like Anakin much before Order 66 either. +++bonus points if Cody's tough love ends up more motivating to Anakin than Palpatine's and saves (/ruins) the day.