#tcw fanfiction

[ireadwithmyears]

Take Me Nice and Slow

Pairing: Commander Mayday/fem reader

Word count: 3.4 K

Tags/warnings: 18+ Content (minors DNI), smut, lingerie, oral (F receiving), face-sitting, piv sex, use of toys: vibrator, authority kink if you squint (you cannot convince me  that Mayday doesn’t have one), praise, teeny bit of soft dom/pleasure dom Mayday, implied squirting, no plot, but it’s life day, so hopefully still if not entirely wholesome, warm and cosy holiday vibes

Summary: If anyone deserves a slow, soft morning by the fireplace on life day, paired with heated, sensual lovemaking, it’s Mayday. Luckily for him, you intend to give him exactly that. 

Authors note: I wanted this man to not only get it, but to get it good and specifically, in front of a fireplace. After all, when all we’ve seen of him is when he’s cold and in freezing ice and snow, this is the least that he deserves. I wrote this very self indulgently, but I hope you enjoy it too😁 if you do, please consider giving it a reblog. Those are very appreciated. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and I hope you like this little gift I’ve cooked up for it🎄❄️💞

The scene is almost cute. 

The melted snowflakes that have left faint streaks along his hairline, lightly tousling his dark locks, his eyelashes lightly brushing against his cheeks as his eyes flutter in sleep, how he’s cocooned himself in a nest of blankets directly in front of the fireplace on the sitting room floor like a tooka kit, stretched out to seek the heat, the light of the flames casting a soft, warm glow upon his tan skin as he rests there.

Or, well, it would be cute if your light, slipper-clad footsteps that you desperately attempt to keep quiet against the carpeted floor didn’t immediately catch his notice—hypervigilant and observant clone commander that he is—and he slowly, sheepishly raises his head, yawning with a slow stretch as he basks in the warmth of the fire, gazing up at you with a sheepish grin and warm, sleep-softened eyes.

“Comfy?” you ask, finding a soft smile pulling up the corners of your own lips as you gaze down at him, pulling your dressing gown more securely around your shoulders.

The fire is warm, but the chill of the air surrounding you still remains, causing small goosebumps to raise along your exposed skin. After all, you’re still only adorned—apart from the long, soft dressing gown that’s draped around you—in a lingerie set. 

A small, baby pink bodysuit, an early Life Day gift from him, is a thing of delicate, lacy accents that only just manages to cover you, and with the way that it hugs your curves and displays glimpses of the skin beneath, it leaves little to the imagination. Which is exactly why you had put it on for him last night, enjoying how it made you feel as if you were on display for him to touch and to play with as he wanted. By the end of it, you had been too tired to take it off and had contentedly fallen asleep against his chest, the heat of his skin and the nest of blankets he had pulled over the two of you once you were done keeping you blissfully warm the whole night through.

“Mm, yeah,” he nods his head, absently scratching at his beard. His voice is a low rumble, still slightly gravelly against the soft crackle and hiss of the flames, the way it always sounds first thing in the morning. “Couldn’t resist after shovelling the driveway. My clothes got covered in snow.”

That explains why the toned muscles of his chest peek out from beneath one of the blankets. You smile, letting out a relieved breath. A blizzard had hit hard last night, cancelling your prior Life Day Eve plans and constituting an impromptu but welcome night in with Mayday. But you had family coming for dinner later this afternoon, and you found yourself grateful that Mayday had sacrificed sleeping in to shovel out the drive of snow that had piled up during the night.

“Thank you for doing that,” you say, taking a step closer. He catches your hand, pressing a kiss first to the back of your hand and then turning it to let his lips linger at the pulse point of your wrist. You feel the soft, warm puff of air against your skin as he breathes, and it causes you to shiver.

“It was nothing, really. You know how I’m naturally an early riser,” he says, kissing your palm. 

“Perhaps there’s still a way I can repay you for your thoughtfulness?” you suggest, allowing your dressing gown to fall open, revealing the bodysuit with its lace-covered front. Your nipples stiffen, hardening in reaction to the cool air and from the slight catch in his breath. You can tell that he notices them beginning to peek out through the thin material of the lingerie.

“There is,” he rumbles, his voice low and smooth. The flames dance and softly crackle within the fireplace, mirroring the heated, tension-charged silence that follows as one of his rough, warm hands travels up your leg, pausing to stroke his fingers along your thigh. “Take it off.”

You shudder, hearing the edge of stern and effortless gruff authority in his voice that always does something to you. Scrambling to do as he asks, your hands fumble with undoing the loose knot at your middle, allowing the dressing gown to slip from your shoulders and pool at your feet.

“Mm, perfect girl,” he breathes, eyes greedily taking in your appearance, shameless as they linger at your curves. 

You let out a surprised little squeak as the hand on your thigh moves upward, easily undoing the snaps and buttons that hold the bodysuit together at the bottom, pushing it up around your hips. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers, fingers gliding through your damp folds and not even pausing before circling against your clit. “Already so needy. This all for me, pretty girl?” he asks, both teasing and smugness laced within his tone, pulling his fingers away so he can bring them to his lips, his eyes closing as he sucks.

“Yes,” you say in barely a breath, trying not to whine at the sudden loss of contact. From the way he smirks up at you with a twinkle in his eyes, it evidently comes through anyways.

“Then come here,” he says, and as soon as you’re making a move to straddle him he stops you, reaching out his hands and wrapping them around your thighs. “Uh uh,” he tsks, giving your thighs a squeeze as he guides you down. “Not like that, Cyar. I want you here.”

You gasp softly as he effortlessly positions you to hover over his mouth, feeling the warmth of his breath against your core, already letting out a stifled whimper as your knees lightly hit the ground. The heat from the flames caresses the skin of your hips, and you find it only amplifies your desire for him.

“I want you to come at least once on my mouth before I fuck you,” Mayday hums, and you can’t quite hold back your whine this time as one side of your labia is lightly teased between his lips. “You know the rules,” he says in between gentle sucks. “Not even Life Day could give you a pass.”

He’s right, you do know the rules perfectly well. If Mayday enjoys one thing, it’s holding your pleasure in the palm of his hand and doing as he pleases with it. Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly mean, it’s edging, keeping you dangerously teetering but not quite falling over the edge of bliss for as long as he can stand it, which you know from experience, regardless of your begging and pleading, can be quite a long time, his patience an admirable virtue, almost infinite. 

Sometimes, it’s stretching you out on your bed and burying his face between your legs until you're incoherent, squirming and fraught with overstimulation while his hands easily keep your hips pinned. Regardless, he will always, always make you come first before he buries himself inside you, oftentimes more than once.

You think that it’s not so secretly just as if not more enjoyable for him, and you, at the end of the day, are always a willing and eager participant.

“Mm,” he practically groans as his tongue slowly drags through your folds, lips delicately beginning to suck at your clit. You whimper, your hair falling against your shoulders as your head tips back, your lips parting in a soft gasp. 

“M-May,” you whimper, feeling the light tickle of his beard against your thighs as his tongue gently nudges at your entrance, slow as it presses inside. He only hums in response, the vibrations pleasantly tingling against your skin and you whine, all pretence of composure gone as you reach down with one hand to thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to smirk against you as he catches your other hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours and squeezing gently. “So good, May,” you sigh, gazing at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “That feels so good.”

His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you from between your thighs, the glow of the fire casting a soft, enchanting light over your features. Your skin is heated and flushed beneath his hands as he settles them at your hips, feeling how they twitch each time he flicks his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Mine,” he breathes, turning his cheek slightly to scrape his teeth against your inner thigh, ending in a sharp bite that is both quick and searing before he goes back to your folds. “Say it,” he orders before his tongue is roughly thrusting inside you and you’re gasping, your hips squirming despite his hold.

“Yours,” you cry out, legs shaking as he continues the onslaught, dragging the flat of his tongue to circle over your clit before teasing it with the tip. “Fuck, that’s…all yours, sir.”

You feel as much as hear the satisfied rumble he makes as his hands move to grip your shaking thighs, rough and demanding as he spreads them apart further. You know exactly what it does to him when your voice becomes so desperate that it sounds like every word is a plea, and when you throw in a well-timed “sir” like that, you know how it stirs something primal, just edging on the attractive side of possessive, deep within his bones.

His lips firmly pressing against your clit, now insistent as he sucks it into his mouth just about undoes you, your back arching and your hips bucking against his face as your orgasm slams into you. He groans, pressing his tongue against you and working you in firm, circular strokes until you’re whimpering out his name, body nothing but a twitching, shaking mess. 

He drags his tongue through your folds one last time to collect and taste the remnants of your release before slowly and gently easing you down onto the ground beside him, pulling you against his chest. 

He tilts your chin, guiding your head up for a soft yet teasing kiss. You can taste yourself, your arousal still glistening on his lips, and when you gasp in realization, your eyes widening and your lips parting, he happily takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past them, coaxing it into the heat of your mouth before pulling away, leaving the two of you breathless.

For a moment, you lay there, and it’s almost peaceful. His lips are soft as he presses them along the column of your throat, the scratch of his beard against your shoulder familiar. But then, the heat of the fire is so warm, and it stirs something within the pit of your stomach, hot, enticing, and making you want him even more.

“I still wanna fuck you right here,” you admit, your cheeks heating. He chuckles, and the sound is warm, low as it rumbles within his chest, the reverberation brushing against your cheek that’s pressed against it.

“Of course you do, Cyar’ika,” he murmurs, lightly tracing down the heated skin of your stomach, dipping between your legs. “Always so eager for me.” 

A finger lightly circles around your entrance, Mayday slow and taking his time as he eases it inside, curling it upward and pressing the pad of it against that one spot just once, just to feel how you twitch, clenching around him before he pulls away and you whine, turning your head and giving him a pout. Mayday only smirks, taking the opportunity to press his finger, wet with your arousal, between your lips and watching as you instinctively suck.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and you blush, looking up at him with wide eyes as he watches you, his own eyes dark and hungry. “You’ll get what you want, pretty girl. But I have something for you first.”

“Oh?” you say, curiosity clearly piqued as he reaches for a small box beneath the Life Day tree. Sensing your gaze on him, he smirks, fingers carefully undoing the ribbon that holds the lid of the box in place.

“Another Life Day gift for you,” he murmurs, flipping open the box and holding it out for your inspection. “That uh...probably wouldn’t be suitable for you to open around family.”

You peek inside, intrigued to find a small, bullet shaped vibrator nestled inside the box, the colour a cool, soft ice blue. It reminds you of the waters that had surrounded the two of you when he had taken you to an oceanic world for an anniversary getaway the year prior. The toy is small, compact, and really looks like it could fit in the palm of your hand, certainly, with the maneuverability to slip in between bodies when you’re... “Oh.”

Mayday laughs, grinning down at you. “See? I have a plan. But first.” he reaches for you, and you willingly allow him to guide you, up until you're straddling his hips, and his hands are skating along your sides, your arms and your shoulders to slip the straps of the bodysuit down them. You shimmy, helping him to pull it off before you’re sitting completely naked with only the flames to light the contours of your skin. “I want you to take what you want from me, Cyar’ika.”

The way he slowly rocks his hips to press his firmly erect length against you makes his desires perfectly clear, and you smile, just as eager to take him.

Mayday watches, transfixed with heavy eyes as you hover above him, adjusting yourself on your knees and reaching down to guide the head of his cock between your folds, teasing yourself with him and coating his length in your arousal. Mayday’s breath stutters and as you take him in one slow, controlled roll of your hips, sinking down onto his length and luxuriating in the feeling of how he stretches your walls out around him, his head falls back, and his breaths turn into a low, drawn out groan as his hands reach for you, eager to feel the warmth and the softness of your bare skin beneath his fingertips.

“That’s it,” he whispers, hands skating up your sides to gently cup your breasts, circling his thumbs around your nipples. “Take me nice and slow.”

As you obediently begin to rock your hips, movements slow and sensual, your eyes flutter as you look down at him, your lips parted in a soft moan. Your clit drags deliciously against the heated skin of his pelvis, and when your eyes close, it feels like he’s everywhere—his hands on your breasts and his cock nudging against every part of you that craves the touch that only he can give.

“Mayday,” you whimper, your head tipped back as he gives one of your nipples just the lightest pinch. “Please. I need—”

“Take it,” he coaxes, slowly rolling his hips against yours, causing his cock to drag against your walls so wonderfully that you cry out, mind temporarily going completely blank. “Take what you want from me, Cyar. I’m all yours.”

With eager abandon, you begin to grind your hips down against him in earnest, Mayday watching as you set a steady, quickening rhythm.

He looks up at you, utterly enthralled as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock. The light of the fire makes your skin look radiant, and he can’t help but admire how it highlights each of your curves—the line of your neck as your head tips back, each of your breasts as he continues to caress and squeeze, eventually lifting his head up slightly to capture one of your nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around it lightly.

“Mayday, Mayday, I’m—” you gasp, your words cut off by a surprised whimper as he lightly grazes your nipple with his teeth. 

“Do it,” he says, barely pulling away from your skin. “Come for me.”

You gasp, letting out a breathless whine as his lips once again close around your nipple, his hand giving the other a rough pinch. Then your hips are bucking and your back is arching and you’re coming, your orgasm hard and fast and leaving you breathless.

“Good,” Mayday says, his breaths labored but miraculously clinging to his control with such an iron grip that you have to admire it. “Always so obedient.”

And then he’s flipped you onto your back,your hips hitting the blanket that’s laid out on the ground with a soft thump, and his hands are spreading your thighs apart, opening you up, and he’s inside you in one quick, demanding thrust, letting out a groan as he buries himself within your heat.

You’re so distracted by the change in positioning, by his fingernails lightly digging into the skin of your hips, and by how quickly and roughly he’s thrusting inside you that you don’t register him reaching for the toy, the sound of the low buzz, or how he slips it between the two of you.

You do, however, become distinctly aware of it as Mayday slowly circles it around your clit. Your hips twitch, the hum of the vibrations low but powerful against your clit.

“You can give me another,” Mayday says, coaxing. He buries himself inside you, rewarding each sound you make with a small, sharp thrust of his hips. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a mess all over my cock.”

He presses a button on the toy, and the vibrations instantly become more intense, a pulsing thrum as he presses it directly against your already throbbing and sensitive clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, your back arching, hips lifting off the ground, and your legs wrapping around his hips, the buzz of the toy nestled against you seeming to scramble any remaining coherent thoughts as you come yet again, walls constricting around his cock and feeling a distant rush between your legs as your vision shatters into stars.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Mayday croons, his voice distant. And then he’s burying his face against your neck, groaning low against your ear as his thrusts become less measured, and all at once he stills, pressing his hips flush against you as he comes, the feeling of his release and the vibrator still pressed against you sending small, pleasant aftershocks through you that make your toes curl and your whole body shiver.

Mayday is slow, careful as he removes and switches off the toy, setting it aside, gentle as he eases himself from you. He groans, unable to help himself from trailing his fingers along your inner thighs, eyes intent on your glistening folds and the remnants of your combined releases leaking from your parted lips. 

“Kriff, that’s beautiful,” he murmurs, his head dipping to press soft kisses against your stomach, trailing up the center of your chest to gently press against your lips, both of you letting out equally contented sighs as he presses his forehead against yours, one last kiss lingering on your cheek as he whispers, “You’re so beautiful, my sweet Cyar,” which, despite everything the two of you have already done, still manages to make you blush.

“I think we have some cleaning up to do before everyone gets here,” you say in a soft, breathless giggle.

“That can wait,” Mayday huffs, a chuckle in his voice as his lips pull upward into a smile. He sits, turning to face the fire, reaching for you and settling you in his lap. The warmth is soothing against your naked skin, and you find yourself softening, melting against Mayday’s chest. Your head droops, resting against his shoulder and he smiles, fingers gently caressing over your hair.

“Happy Life Day, Mayday,” you whisper low against his skin.

His arms wrap around you tightly, curling himself against you as he cradles your head in one hand, lightly kissing your cheek, your nose, and your lips before he speaks, his voice the same low, rich, and soothing baritone that was the first thing to catch your notice, and eventually, long ago, had spoken such words of adoration that it was effortless, natural for you to so easily fall for him—where, in his arms, you found a comfortable resting place and still found yourself years later more than happy to remain.

“Happy Life Day, my beautiful Cyar’ika,” he breathes, and despite the festivities you’ll have later, you can’t help but feel that right here, held in his arms and perched so perfectly in his lap by the heated blaze of the fire, is, with a beautiful warmth and simplicity, where the two of you are truly meant to be.

•As you might have guessed, this is the last thing I’ll be writing before Christmas, and then I’ll be giving myself a little break. Although, part three of looking out for you might be done before New Year’s 🤔 we’ll see how things go. In the new year, the first thing I intend to focus on is wrapping up The smaller, ongoing series that I started near the end of this year, and then from there, all bets are off, really. We’ll see what I start writing when I get there 😅

•Thank You to @sweetmelodygraphics for such pretty snowflake dividers❄️

[wantonlywindswept]

another trope inversion of GAR/Guard interactions:

the GAR is entirely aware that Coruscant is a shit posting.

they're not blind; they can see all the anti-clone sentiment when they're on leave. even when they're deployed, it's not like they're cut off from all news - they know how many times bills for clone rights have gone to the Senate floor and been ruthlessly voted down. they can see how even their Jedi are restrained by the Senate dragging its feet and making bad choices and handling the war like it's a game of dejarik since it will never affect them personally.

very few politicians have the respect of the clones.

but the Guard still have to work with the spoiled, self-centered bastards, and the GAR knows that they're not being treated well. but what can they do? they have no rights, the Jedi are as trapped under the Senate's thumb as they are, and it's not like they can get regular citizens to do anything.

so they offer their support as much as they can. any Guard, any Corrie who needs help, all they have to do is find one of their brothers and it will be offered without any questions.

you'd think that crime rate would go up when battle-traumatized soldiers are given leave on a city-planet like Coruscant, but it actually goes down.

way down.

the thing criminals come to realize is that if you are being chased by one of the Guard, if ANY other clone catches sight of you, it is ON SIGHT. clones in casual clothes carrying food and drinks have dropped everything to immediately join a Guard's hunt, throwing themselves into the pursuit with glee and an energy that the usually-exhausted Guards often lack. (some of them howl. those, the criminal underground agrees, are the worst.) 

and with hundreds or thousands of clones wandering around during battalions' leave, it's possible to run into one of them anywhere. and they usually travel in packs.

best just to lay low for a while.

when it leaks that the Guard regularly run low on supplies, all sorts of things start to go missing on the venators. just a box or a crate here or there, ration packs or bacta patches or cold-weather gear. there are millions of clones and thousands of ships; it's not like every little thing can be tracked by the quartermasters. 

(rex realizes that, for whatever reason, his battalion is always prioritized for resupply, and rarely any questions are asked about their requisitions. rex takes immediate and shameless advantage of this. rex manages, somehow, to lose two entire bacta tanks, along with the bacta to fill them.)

and ofc the idea that started this whole ramble - when a shiny Corrie stumbles somewhere where some of the 501st are shooting the shit, causing everything to immediately come to a halt. the kid is clutching his helmet and one of his pauldrons to his chest; his hair is mussed up and there are tears on his cheeks and bruises on his face and unadulterated panic in his eyes. 

there's an angry call in the corridor.

the shiny flinches.

fives grabs him, hears him squeak, snaps out orders. echo yanks off his bucket and his upper armor; jesse lunges for a blanket. they hustle the kid into a chair, drape the blanket over his lower body, hastily swap his upper armor and helmet for echo's. fives shoves the armor somewhere, doesn't matter, it's out of sight with the telltale red, and they all barely have enough time to drop themselves back into the chairs arranged around the table and pick up their cards before some natborn stomps into the room.

anything we can do for you, sir? sorry, no, the Guard didn't stop in here. we saw him head back down toward the rotunda, though. yes, sir. have a nice day, sir.

they close and lock the door. fives goes back to the shiny. fives was instantly prepared to help a fellow clone in need.

fives was not prepared for tears.

the kid gets snot all over the inside of echo's helmet. they take him back to Guard HQ. fox is painfully, desperately relieved to see him. fox looks too-thin and too-tired but there is a fresh GAR-issued bacta patch covering a slash across the side of his cheek. he thanks them for saving the shiny, like that's something that ever needs gratitude, but is swept away before any of them can say that. 

fives doesn't think that misplaced bacta and pilfered rations are enough support for the Guard anymore.

thankfully, rex and the rest of the GAR agree.

[dangraccoon]

Mando'a (but Horny kov'taakyc)

Honestly, this is as much a post for me to reference back as it is for other writers to use 😅

ANYWAY

** denotes words that I created based on the rules listed in this mando'a dictionary (found here)

mando'a - english - pronunciation

Body Parts

bevagol - penis, dick, cock - bayv-AH-gohl

murce - lips (pl.) - MOOR-shay

palon - hole, opening; aisle, passageway - pah-LOHN

pel'gam - skin - pel-GAM

pel'troan - cheek - pail-TROHN

petir - center - PEH-teer

shebs - backside, rear, buttocks (also rear of building etc) - shebs

yai - belly, womb, abdomen - yay

yaiten - vagina (anatomical) - yay-TEN

Actions

aar'betenor - groan, moan - ahr-bey-tehn-OHR

baa'ruir - shiver, shudder - bah-roo-EER

baar'murcyur - making love, having sex - bahr-moor-SHOOR

baar'mureyca - sex (lit. "body kiss") - bahr-MOOR-aysh-ah

bat'gaanir - rub, grind - baht-gah-NEER

chayaikir - tease, barrack, make fun of (not as hostile as mock) - chai-ay-KEER

dihaarir - undress, take clothes off, unbutton, unzip - dee-hah-REER

↳ ke'dihaarir - undress (command) **

gayiylir - spread - guy-ee-LEER

gedetir - plead, beg - geh-deh-TEER

↳ ke'gedetir - beg (command) **

irudir - hug, embrace - ee-roo-DEER

iviin'hiibir - grasp, grab, seize - ee-VEEN-hee-BEER

murcyur - kiss - moor-SHOOR

pehir - spit - peh-HEER

tigaanur - touch - tee-gah-NOOR

videkir - swallow - vee-deh-KEER

↳ ke'videkir - swallow (command) **

Feelings

adenn - merciless - ah-DEN

aiki’yc - desperate - ai-KEESH

baar'laamyc - orgasm (lit. body high) - bahr-LAH-meesh **

↳ baar'lamycir - orgasming **

dola - throughout, pervading, soaked - DOH-lah

etyc - dirty, filthy, grimy - EHT-eesh

gebyc - narrow, tight - GEHB-eesh

jatisyc - delicious - jah-TEE-seesh

kandosii'la - stunning, amazing - kan-doh-SEE-la

murey'lin - lust - MOO-ray-leen

murey'yc - sexy, erotic - moor-ay-EESH

nepel - solid, hard - nay-PAIL

nukut'la - naked, nude, bare - noo-KOOT-lah

ori'aal - passion - OH-ree-AHL

piru'lini - thirst - pee-roo-LEE-nee

piryc - wet - PEER-eesh

tsikala - prepared, ready - zee-KAH-lah

yaihi'l - full - YAH-heel

yaiyai'yc - bloated, satisfied - yai-YAI-eesh

Other

ash'emuurir - please someone - ash-eh-moo-REER

copaanir - want - KOH-pan-EER

haav - bed - hahv

↳ haavir - bed (verb; to bed)

jat'ad - good boy/girl (name of affection or praise) - jah-TAHD

jatisir - delight, please, indulge - jah-tee-SEER

linibar - need - lee-nee-BAHR

pel'tigala - tender - pel-tee-GAH-lah

pelid - mattress, something soft to lie down or fall onto - pai-LEED

tennir - open - teh-NEER

↳ ke'tennir - open (command)

Kinky

brii'tay - knot - bree-TIE

↳ brii'tayir - knot (verb, i.e. A/B/O) **

nadal - heat - nah-DAHL

↳ or'nadal - in heat **

mircir - cage, lock up, capture - meer-SEER

tay'briik - cord, rope, string - tie-BREEK

tay'briir - tie up - tie-BREER

tay'gaan - strap, belt - tie-GAHN

yaihad - pregnancy - yai-HAHD

yaihad'la - pregnant - yai-HAHD-lah

yaihadir - conceive, impregnate - yai-hah-DEER

aar'ika - sting, little pain - AHR-eek-ah

aarar - hurt, cause pain - ah-RAHR

ekur - choke - eck-OOR

gratiir - punish - grah-TEER

kadalikir - scratch, leave a mark - kah-dah-lee-KEER

nynir - hit, strike - nee-NEER

oya'karir - hunt, chase - OY-yah-kah-REER

ky'goy - edge, verge, break, precipice - kee-GOHY

↳ ky'goyir - edge (verb) **

Drop a note or ask if there's anything you think I should add!

[starrylothcat]

Hey hey! Love your writing!

I wanted to ask for some nsfw headcannons for Wolffe, Cody, and Rex. Where their F!Jedi reader keeps force projecting different sex scenes of them together during a briefing; with the boys trying to keep it together during the briefing and their reactions/what they say to her after.

I also just wanted to say, that you are one my favorite TCW/TBB writers on Tumblr!

Distractions - NSFW Headcanons with Cody, Wolffe, and Rex

Summary: You decide to spice up a pre-mission briefing meeting by projecting naughty visions to your clone, knowing you’ll pay for it later.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Absolute filth. Smut. No real plot. Dom vibes from Wolffe and Cody, slightly rough handling but everything consensual. Fingering, oral, PiV sex. Reader a Jedi, not described in detail.

Pairings: Cody x Fem!JediReader, Wolffe x Fem!JediReader, Rex x Fem!JediReader

WC: Around 2,000 total (bullet points)

A/N: Let me tell you, the squeal I squealed when I got this ask! Thank you for this filthy request, anon! And thank you for your even kinder comment, I was having some self-doubt in my writing lately and I’m glad that you are enjoying my silly little stories, it means a lot to me and I love writing for y’all!

This is pure smutty goodness below the cut, I hope it’s what you envisioned. I had fun writing this for sure! I kinda got carried away with Rex, oops. Enjoy! 💛

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💛 Cody 💛

He is a tough man to crack.

He’s always the Marshal Commander, taking his duties seriously on and off the battlefield.

You started innocently, visions of you kissing up and down his torso, slowly taking off his armor and blacks, fondling his cock, whispering how good of a girl you’ve been and that you’re ready to please your Commander in any way.

Cody didn’t even look at you, though you saw his hand twitch slightly at his side.

You smiled to yourself, projecting a more enticing scene into his mind.

This time, you were sucking his cock, his gloved hand wrapped in your hair, mumbling how amazing your lips felt around him, how much he was going to reward you later for being so good to him.

Still, nothing. Though his jaw seemed tense as he listened to Obi-Wan go over battle plans.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game, an exceedingly dangerous game, one that you will be thouroughly punished for later.

The thought shot a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, upping the ante again, needing him to crack.

The next image was of you, laying on his bunk, pleasuring yourself, two fingers deep inside your sopping pussy, your other hand pinching and tweaking your nipples writhing and moaning in pleasure, getting off completely fine without his assistance.

Since my Commander can’t be bothered to help me, I have to take matters into my own hands…

You held that teasing, lewd image in his mind, and you could almost feel the blade of his stare pierce straight through you as he finally made eye contact across the room.

It was a simple gesture that said so much, and you knew you had him.

After the meeting, you went straight to your personal quarters, knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

As your door hissed closed behind you, it was open again, and Cody had you pinned to a nearby wall so fast you barely had time to register what was happening.

Cody was deadly silent as he crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing as his armored body pressed into your robed one.

You smirked against his lips as he pulled away for air, your lungs burning. “Cody-“

Cody growled as he flipped you around, your face pressed up agains the wall, tugging down your robes, revealing your ass to him and your glistening pussy.

He gave your ass a solid smack, his lips against your ear, heavy and commanding.

“You’re not getting away with this.”

You sighed in both pain and pleasure, hearing the clunk of his codpiece hitting the floor, his fingers gripping your ass hard as he rubbed his rigid cock at your entrance.

“Is this what you wanted?” He husked, “to be filled by your Commander? To beg for this cock? Oh, mesh’la, you’ll be begging.”

You let out a whine as he teased your dripping entrance with his cockhead, already thinking you maybe took it a little too far with your visions, knowing he was a man true to his word.

It was too late now.

“Cody, please, I need-“

Smack! Another slap to your ass, his other hand wandering between your folds.

“Only good, obedient girls get this cock. After that stunt in the comm room, you have a lot to make up for.“

He swiped a finger over your clit, causing you to cry out, your body twitching, unable to move much between the wall and his solid form behind you.

He roughly rubbed your clit, pushing two fingers into your entrance, immediately finding the spongy spot that made you see stars.

“You’re soaking, mesh’la, so needy for me.”

You could feel your release coming quickly, choking out his name as his other hand groped at your breast.

Cody knew you were close, feeling you tighten around him, your high pitched moans giving you away.

Cody removed his fingers right as you were about to reach your peak.

You whimpered, trying to lean back against him, desperate for your release, for anything.

Cody spun you around again, pressing his gloved fingers soaked with your juice to your lips.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you cum. You haven’t proved yourself to me, though. Now be a good girl, and clean me up.”

You licked his gloved fingers clean, tasting yourself and giving him a little show of what you could do with your tongue, if you let him.

Cody’s eyes darkened, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“On your knees, mesh’la. Like I said, you have a lot to make up for.”

🖤 Wolffe 🖤

The image you projected was absolutely filthy.

Your hands were pinned behind your back by his large hand, the other pressing between your shoulder blades keeping you down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind.

You were shamelessly moaning his name like a dirty Holofilm star, crying out for him to go harder, faster.

You stood at attention, casually glancing at him, noticing a bead of sweat forming at Wolffe’s temple.

You could sense he was trying his best not to leap over the holomap and ravage you in front of everyone.

You decided he had enough of the first fantasy, briefly closed your eyes, projecting another scene into his mind.

You were on your knees in front of him, your mouth open as he shoots ropes of cum all over your face, greedily lapping it up, kissing up and down his still-hard cock, begging for more.

Wolffe’s eyes flashed at you, his cybernetic eye and scar making him look more dangerous than usual, his eyes narrowing.

Got him.

You were enjoying watching him keep it together, a vein bulging at his forehead, his neck tense as he stood at attention, listening to Master Koon’s hologram.

You knew you were in for it after the meeting.

That was the entire point.

Wolffe was practically kicking down the door to your personal quarters after the meeting, pinning you to your bed, his mouth ravaging yours, moving down to suck and bite at your neck, hard.

He had your wrists held above your head with one hand, his grip like iron.

There was no escape.

“What was that?” He growled as he continued the assault on your neck, his hand tightening even more around your wrists that were wiggling to get free.

You whined as his hand that was digging into your waist moved under your robes, up toward your breasts.

“Answer me, mesh’la. Or you won’t get what you so obviously want.”

His gloved touch left a trail of fire on your skin, sending goosebumps across your body and a jolt of arousal straight to your pussy, your panties wet at the anticipation.

“You looked bored during the meeting.” You smirked at up at him, breathy pants leaving you as he touched you. “Thought you could use some entertainment.”

Wolffe’s gaze darkened at your teasing tone, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Without warning, he ripped open the front of your robes, yanking down your breast band.

You yelped as he attacked your breasts with this lips and teeth, leaving more marks for him to gently kiss over later when he was through with you.

“Do you want my cum, mesh’la? Is that what you want?” Wolffe grunted against your flushed skin as he switched to your other breast.

You gasped a yes, his teeth expertly nipping and tugging at your sensitive bud.

You writhed, your wrists still restrained above your head by his strong hand.

“I’ll fill your mouth to the brim, and you’ll swallow every drop, isn’t that right you filthy girl?”

You nodded, almost delirious just at his mouth on your nipples. He hadn’t even really started touching you yet.

“And then I’ll fill that pretty pussy of yours, but only if you behave. Will you behave for me?”

“Y-yes!” Your voice cracked, needing him to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name. 

“Yes…?” He stopped, his predatory gaze locking on you.

“Yes…Commander.”

“Good girl.”

Wolffe continued ravaging your breasts, your mewls filling the room.

“Please, I want your cock inside me, I want you to cum so deep inside me, Wolf-Commander. I’ll be good, I promise…”

Wolffe released your wrists, your hands finally free.

“You haven’t been good though, you knew that the second you invaded my mind with those visions.”

Wolffe sat up, and began removing his armor. You forgot it was even still on.

“I’ll make sure you’re properly punished for such distractions, and then I’ll decide when you’re ready for my cock.”

You shivered at his promise as he climbed over you, just in his blacks, the outline of his rigid cock straining against the fabric.

“I dunno, Commander. You seem to be all bark and no bite.” You teased, knowing you were getting yourself into even more trouble.

A dark chuckle reverberated in his chest, ripping your pants and panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.

Wolffe grasped your thighs, biting down into the soft flesh of your inner leg, earning a loud yelp from you as his tongue eased the first of many marks he will leave on your body.

“Be careful what you wish for, mesh’la.”

💙 Rex 💙

You had him sweating and fidgeting as Rex tried to keep a straight face in the briefing room.

Rex was attempting to listen to the mission report, but your vision in his mind was proving to be quite the distraction.

You were on his face, his hands grasping your thighs as he feasted on your pussy from below.

“Rex, oh kriff, more, please, I need your big cock, I want you to ruin me.”

Rex gave you a desperate look from across the room, slightly shaking his head.

You ignored his pleading glance, changing the vision.

Now, you were splayed out on his desk in his private Captain’s quarters, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you, your back arching as you rubbed your clit, cumming over and over again around him.

His desk was dripping with your juices, your breasts bouncing almost comically as you cried out his name, hamming up the vision to see Rex squirm.

Rex suddenly coughed, everyone in the room looking at him momentarily.

You rocked on your heels, hands behind your back, pretending to listen as the pre-mission brief continued, completely innocent.

Finally, the meeting ended.

You exited the room, Rex quickly walking past you.

“My office. Now.” He hissed quietly, before being called over by Anakin to discuss further plans.

When Rex opened the door to his office, you were sitting at his desk, waiting for him.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, General.” Rex strode up to you, placing his hands on his desk, leaning over toward you.

You loved it when he used his serious Captain voice on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”

“You know.” His voice dropped an octave, husky and gruff, just how you liked it.

“You’ll have to elaborate. I can’t read minds.”

Rex stood up straight, his expression unreadable. You continued to sit in his chair as he walked around the desk and over to you.

Rex leaned down again, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, caging you in.

For a moment, you thought he was actually upset with you. You felt guilty, maybe you did take it too far in the meeting.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but Rex spoke first.

“I think you can, mesh’la. How else would you know those visions are what I think about doing to you every waking moment?”

His lips were hovering centimeters from yours, a quiet gasp leaving your lips, your body quivering at his statement.

Oh, he liked it.

His breath fanned over your face, feeling your panties dampen, his usual soft eyes glazed over with lust.

You leaned forward to close the small distance, wanting to taste him, but he pulled away, avoiding your kiss.

“Mmm, mesh’la. You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” Rex purred in your ear, his gloved hand snaking up your neck, tilting your head to the side.

He placed a hot kiss right below your ear, lazily licking your neck.

“Rex…” you sighed, grasping at his shoulder pads, his teeth grazing your skin, his lips pressing to the side of your jaw.

“You want something from me?” He removed himself from you, kneeling between your legs.

“I’m not sure if you deserve it. I could write you up for what you did back there.”

Rex hooked his fingers under your pants, pulling them down your legs. You lifted your ass, helping him remove your lower clothes.

“Yeah? What would the report say?” You shuddered as Rex began lavishing your bare thighs, teeth and tongue sucking and nibbling as he slowly made his way up to your aching apex.

You could feel Rex smirk against your skin.

“My General coercing me into questionable situations. Inappropriate use of Jedi abilities.”

Rex stopped right at your core, aching and throbbing for him. You could feel his breath on your pussy, desperate now for any friction.

You let out a frustrated whine as Rex kissed your inner thigh, ignoring where you needed him most.

“Rex…”

“Patience, mesh’la. You need a lesson in discipline, it seems.”

Rex brushed his nose against your clit, your hips instinctually bucking up toward him, your hands grasping at his buzzed hair.

You groaned impatiently as he gently kissed your labia, touching you everywhere but your clit.

“You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” He rumbled into your core, a finger now teasing your entrance.

You panted, knowing you asked for this, that you deserved this, but you could still protest to his teasing.

“Captain, please…” You begged, shifting your hips, hoping he would press his finger knuckle deep inside you.

Rex continued to just tease your entrance with his finger tip, slowly circling, not quite pressing all the way inside.

“Kriff, you’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you on my desk? Do you want to cum over and over again on my cock?”

You nodded, heavy pants the only sound able to leave your lips as he finally pressed his finger inside.

“Use your words, is that what you want?”

Rex’s lips were brushing over your clit, the teasing almost too much.

“Y-yes! Please, Rex, I need you inside me!” Your words came out as a garbled cry as he suddenly sucked on your clit, adding a second finger to your pussy, stretching you so deliciously you thought you might cry, pleasure shooting up your spine.

And his cock wasn’t even inside you yet.

“You’ll get my cock, mesh’la, don’t worry. But first, I want you to cum just like this.” Rex added a third finger, his tongue and lips circling your clit, your vision white from the pleasure as you squirmed and writhed in his chair, totally at his mercy, your orgasm building quickly.

You came apart on his fingers, shaking and sobbing his name, pleasure coursing through you as Rex’s fingers and mouth worked you through your first orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” Rex’s pupils were blown with desire, licking his lips as he cleaned you up, his baritone voice was laden with desire, his control now gone.

You barely had time to come down from you high as Rex easily lifted you onto his desk, removing his codpiece in a flash, pulling down his blacks far enough for his flushed, dripping cock to spring free.

“And you’re going to cum again, and again, and again. Are you ready, mesh’la? This is what you asked for.”

Your answer was a cry of his name, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed into you, starting a devastating pace, fucking you exactly like you showed him in your vision.

Your last coherent thought before being so thoroughly fucked and blissed out by your Captain was that you should definitely tease him like this more often.

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[clone-wars-winter-challenge]

Last time for a would you rather before the prompts begin!

[freesia-writes]

Originating from this post, I'd like to offer a list of longfics featuring TCW/TBB characters for those of you looking for some good reads! Feel free to drop any others into my asks! Fics are general audience or PG-13 unless noted "Mature" at the end.

The links are mostly to the post with the authors' descriptions so you can get a better idea of what each one is about!

Crosshair

Sharp Edges - @spicy-clones and @lightwise - Crosshair x F!Reader - Mature

Quiet Corners of the Galaxy - @badbatchposts - Crosshair x OC plus Batch/others - Mature

When the Order Fell - @victimofdavefiloni - Crosshair x OC - Mature

Caught in the Crosshairs - @silverwings22 - Crosshair x OC - Mature

Half-Moon Glow - @moonstrider9904 - Crosshair x OC; TCW AU - Mature

Roasted, Brewed, and Served with Attitude - MelMorganne99 - Crosshair x OC in Modern Police AU

It Never Rains - @letsquestjess - Crosshair x OC

Sunflowers and Blasters - @523rdrebel - Crosshair x OC

Only What Burns You Back - @the-little-moment - Crosshair x OC - Mature

Tech

Tech and Vel - @freesia-writes - Tech x OC

Song of the Sea - @silverwings22 - Tech x Alien OC - Mature

Tech as a Father - @missfrieden - Tech and Batch

Gravitation - @moonstrider9904 - Tech x OC AU - Mature

Meltdown - @autistic-artistech - Tech x OC - Mature

Brother, Hold Me Up - @lifblogs - Tech, Batch, Others - Mature

The World Goes Cold - @lifblogs - Tech, Batch - Mature

Hunter

Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt - @freesia-writeswrites - Hunter x OC

Hunter and the Librarian - @clonethirstingisreal - Hunter x OC - modern day AU

Sun and Rain - @photogirl894 - Hunter x OC

As Iron Sharpens Iron - @arctrooper69 - Hunter x Reader

Echo

Not Just the Carcass, But the Spark - @the-little-moment - Echo x OC - Mature

Test Subject/System Upgrade - @just-here-with-my-thoughts - Echo and the Batch

Rex

Captain's Log - @rexxdjarin - Rex x OC - Mature

Wolffe

I Yearn, and So I Fear - enigmaticexplorer - Wolffe x OC - Mature

The Wolfpack Queen - @reader6898 - Wolffe x OC - Mature

No Strings Attached and Walk Me Home (sequel) - @cyarbika - Wolffe x F!Reader - Mature

Multiple Featured Characters

Rise of the Clones - @AmberOwl24 - SO MANY CHARACTERS!

Stars Beyond Number - @dystopicjumpsuit - Clone Rebellion Echo x Riyo, Gregor x OC - Mature

The Moonwalker Series - @moonstrider9904 - Batch x OC (love triangle then single pairing) - Mature

Line of Destiny: A Series - @ilikemymendarkandfictional - Multiple Stories: Rex x OC, Crosshair x OC, Clone OCs and Howzer

Same Heart - @dumfanting - F!Reader x TCW Echo, then Fives, then Echo/Cross Poly - Mature

Blood Daughter - @letsquestjess - OC + Bad Batch Adventure 

A Lupe of Faith - @lonewolflupe - Jedi!OC x Fives, later x Hunter - Mature eventually

Stronger Together - @cloneflo99 - Rex/Crosshair x OC - Mature

Other Clones

Quantum Entanglement - @freesia-writes - Howzer x OC

Martyrs and Kings - @dystopicjumpsuit - Post-Stasis Kix x OC - Mature

The Only Exception - @starqueensthings - Howzer x OC - Mature

Disillusioned - @amberskyyking - OC + OC Clone Squad Adventure - Mature-ish

The Helmeted Hunter - @jedimasterlenawrites - Boba Fett x F!Reader - PG-13

Children of Providence - @ladysongmaster - Din Djarin, TCW Characters Adventure

The Last Word - @ariadnes-red-thread - Fives x OC

One Step at a Time - @wild-karrde - Clone OC - Mature

Welcome to the Outpost - @just-here-with-my-thoughts - Mayday!!

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Cover art by @pinkiemme

Series Summary:

Wolffe's life is turned upside down when his wife suddenly dies while he's home on Coruscant. As Wolffe battles through his grief, he is forced to take on the role of father and mother to his four-year-old daughter Cara, who struggles to understand why her mother is gone. When Wolffe receives orders for a new deployment, he hires Lilith Sestri from a nanny service in a desperate attempt to ensure his daughter is taken care of while he's away. However, tragedy will continue to follow them throughout the rest of the War.

Series Forward:

Where's Mommy? isn't your average love story because it's not about romance. It's about family, grief, and loss. Following Wolffe and Cara's journey is an emotional roller coaster full of uphill battles, downhill terrors, and fleeting joys. While some moments may seem happy, a thread of sadness remains woven through the center. Is there hope for them? Read their story and find out!

Series Index:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 (TBD because work got crazy)

Series Inspired Fanworks:

Cara and Wolffe Holo Photo (Part 4) - @amalthiaph

Fighting Breakfast (Part 6) - @alligatorpie1945

Cara's Baby Blanket Refs (Part 8)

Cara's Tooka Doll (Part 8) - @frostycatblr-fandom-files

Love is Stored in the Carrot (Part 8) - @kimiheartblade

Love is Stored in the Carrot (Part 9) - @frostycatblr-fandom-files

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So It Goes

Pairing: Kit Fisto x F!Reader

Summary: After you express your unrequited feelings for a friend, Kit Fisto notices your distress and helps you to forget about them.

Warnings: This is very much 18+! Minors do not interact! Reader is a bit self-deprecating, hurt/comfort, smut - fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), maybe slight rough sex? Jealous/Possessive Kit if you squint

Notes: I think I've decided that I need more Kit fics, and if i have to be the one to write them, so be it. I was also going through it when I started this, so idk if it makes sense but, enjoy lmao

Word Count: ~4.7k

Taglist: Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

It wasn't a good night.

For whatever reason, you just couldn't stop yourself from crying.

Okay, not for whatever reason, but the reason was completely childish.

After all, it was their choice. If they didn't feel for you the same way you did for them, that wasn't something you could fault them for. You just wished you hadn't said anything to them at all.

But your aversion to rejection wasn't exactly a fan of the outcome. Especially when not long after your confession, you had seen them out with someone else, someone beautiful. They walked together hand-in-hand, clearly on a date.

They smiled together as their date held their arm close to them. They both pointed out different restaurants, deciding where they wanted to go.

Once you had seen the person you had just poured your heart out to kiss their date, you decided then that it was a good time to go back to your apartment. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you did not want to draw that attention to yourself.

As you ran through the crowds of people, you were focused only on not allowing the tears to fall. You didn't even notice Kit waving at you.

Kit Fisto had been a close friend of yours ever since you had met by chance when he was tracking down a gang in the understreets of Coruscant. Somehow, his sources led him to your apartment, but thankfully, it didn't take much convincing for him to believe you weren't the one he was after.

There was a time after getting to know the Nautolan that you felt yourself falling for him. He was charming, maybe a bit of a flirt, and he was good at flattery, but he was genuine and kind. He never said anything he didn't believe to be true.

But it was almost as if you had met at the wrong time or under the wrong circumstances, and most of all, the Jedi Order worried you. Any feelings you had begun to harbour for your friend had soon become repressed, fearing the consequences if they became known. You couldn't have your dear friend dismissed from the Order after all.

Instead, your focus shifted to the person you had just learned never had any interest in you.

He watched as you ran past him and narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion. Without a second thought, he began to follow after you.

As soon as you made it through the threshold into the security of your home, you broke.

Tears that had been building up in your eyes had begun to stream down your face. You sat on the floor with your back to the door, cradling your head in your hands.

Why? Why weren't you good enough? What could you have done differently?

A sob racked your chest at your own thoughts. You knew you were being irrational, but you just couldn't get the thought of them together out of your mind.

Unbeknownst to you, Kit had made it up to your apartment. He waited in the corridor, hesitating. He didn't know if he should knock or if it was even his place to be here at all. He could feel the hurt you felt, and he desperately wanted to help you, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by overstepping a boundary.

He was about to turn and leave when he heard your sobs from behind your door, and he knew he couldn't let you suffer through whatever was upsetting you alone.

The knock on your door startled you. You tried to stay silent, so whoever was on the other side would just go away.

But then you heard a familiar voice call out your name.

"I know you're in there. Please open the door." You heard him say after another knock.

You scrambled to your feet and hastily wiped your tears away on your sleeve before putting on a smile and opening the door.

"Kit! What brings you here?" You knew it was futile. Your voice was too chipper. Even without the Force, he'd be able to tell you were lying.

His eyes met yours, unconvinced. He didn't have a chance to say anything before he noticed your lip twitch just slightly.

"My darling, what has happened?" Was all he needed to ask to get you to fall apart again.

He stepped through the door and brought you into his arms, leading you toward your living room after closing the door behind him.

"Sit, please, tell me what happened." He sat on the couch and pulled you down next to him. His hand cupped your cheek as he wiped a tear from your face.

You took a deep breath, feeling suddenly comforted in his presence.

"Do you remember the person I told you about... from the bar?"

Kit nodded, "Yes, you had told me they gave you their information, and the two of you became close."

You looked down at your lap, tearing your face away from Kit's hand. "We had gotten close, or at least I thought we had, but... a few days ago, I told them that I had feelings for them."

Kit's jaw clenched slightly, too subtly for you to notice.

"They told me they weren't interested in seeing anyone like that, which was fine, but then I just..." tears filled your eyes once more, and you hastily tried to wipe them away. "I just saw them on a date with someone. Holding hands, kissing, laughing... and this person they were with was beautiful. And I–"

Another sob cut off your sentence. You covered your face with your hands, and soon you felt Kit's hand on your back.

"It wasn't that they weren't interested in anyone. It's that they weren't interested in me. Why couldn't I have been good enough?"

His hand stopped its circular patterns. "My darling, you mustn't think that way."

"But it's true! You should have seen them, I've never seen someone like them before. Why would someone even consider seeing me when someone like that exists? Maybe if I was prettier–"

"Look at me." Kit's voice was firm, and you were compelled to do as he said. "You know that I would never lie to you."

You nodded hesitantly, unsure of where he was going with this.

"You of all people do not need to compare yourself to someone else. Other people have certain qualities that some find appealing, but so do you, both inside and out. I may have honeyed words, but I would never be less than genuine, especially with you."

"What are you saying, Kit?"

"I'm saying that you are beautiful. I have always believed so. And this is only one of your many qualities that draws me to you: your mind, your humour, your kindness, everything about you. If they don't see you the same way that I do, then it is truly their loss."

His hand found its way to your face once again, and you felt him drawing you toward him.

"I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of the situation, but I have always cared for you, and if you'll allow it, I would love the chance to make you forget all about them."

Your eyes widen at his words, and despite your confusion, you allow yourself to be pulled in.

"But, what about the Order? I don't want to get you in trouble."

He smiled at you as he gave you a sincere look. "I have loved you for much longer than this, and I remain a Jedi."

"You... love me?"

"For quite some time now. Will you allow me to show you?"

You didn't answer directly. Instead, you decided to throw caution to the wind and close the distance between you. His free hand landed on your waist as your arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

His lips were soft against yours, and you could feel him smile into the kiss.

Always smiling.

The hand that rested on your cheek traveled down, caressing your jaw before brushing down the column of your neck, stopping at your collarbone.

You arched your back, and your chest rose toward him in an attempt to encourage him to continue.

He smirked against your lips, and his hand traveled further down toward your chest. He squeezed your breast gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple, and even from under the layers of clothing you wore, he felt it begin to pebble.

His hand traveled further down to rest on the other side of your waist, and in one swift movement, he pulled you on top of him without breaking the kiss, and you sat straddling his lap.

You broke the kiss first, leaning back to get a good look at him. Your hands absentmindedly brushed along his tendrils as you searched his eyes.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, ensuring there was no uncertainty.

"Why tell me now? Why not before?"

He frowned for a moment in thought before answering. "I suppose there are a few reasons. First and foremost, I didn't know if you would return my affections. Even if I cared for you, I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. But there's also the reason that, if I had said something earlier and then something happened to me, I could not bear to leave you here alone. But, I just couldn't sit back any longer without telling you how I felt."

"And it has nothing to do with me being an emotional wreck right now?" You asked, half-joking.

"I would say ultimately it does, again not because I intended to take advantage of your emotions, but because I'm honoured that you trust me with them, and because I never want to see you in this much pain. I can feel what you feel, and I want to take it all away from you."

"I just wish I had known sooner. I had always had feelings for you, but it felt like it was a situation where we met at the wrong time.”

“The Force works in mysterious ways. I believe we met when we were supposed to, even if I lost the lead I was chasing in the meantime.”

“The Force shouldn't have brought you to my apartment then.” You said with a laugh. “But I'm glad it did. Although I am surprised by your feelings, I didn't think someone like you would ever think of me in such a way.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Maybe then you’d know of all the thoughts I have of you.”

He pulled you so that your chest was flush against his, and his lips found yours once again. You felt his tongue brush your bottom lip, and you parted your mouth slightly, letting him in, and his tongue immediately found yours.

As he continued to deepen the kiss, his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt. You shivered at the feeling of his flesh against yours, but when he paused to see if it was okay, you have him an encouraging nod.

He slowly started removing your shirt, only breaking away from the kiss when he had to get it over your head. After tossing the shirt off to the side, he looked at you with adoration in his eyes, taking in the sights that he never thought he'd see.

It doesn't take long for him to attach his mouth to your torso. He littered your skin with kisses and gentle bites anywhere he could and whispered praises to you between each one.

His hands looped around your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, and his focus went to your breasts. He wrapped his hand around one, prodding at the soft flesh, while his lips found the other.

Heat coursed through you, dampness began to spread in your panties, and you could feel your core throb with anticipation and need. You whined quietly as you arched your back again. Your hips shifted forward on his lap, and you could feel his hard length under his robes.

While he alternated between your breasts, you rolled your hips against him, desperate to feel friction against your core. He looked up at you, and his hands found their way to your hips, holding you in place for a moment.

"Before we continue, I need to know if this is something you want or if you're only doing this for me."

"Kit..." You tried bucking your hips again, but his hold remained firm. "Please, I want– I want this."

He searched your eyes, looking for any kind of hesitation, and found none. His gaze became more mischievous.

"What do you want?"

"You." You answered too quickly. You were slightly embarrassed by your eagerness, but you were also too aroused to care.

"And what do you want from me?" His grip loosened on your hips, but his hands stayed there.

You rolled your hips against his. "I... I want you to bring me to my bedroom, and I want you to fuck me."

"That I can do." He picked you up by your hips, and you wrapped your legs around him, stabilizing yourself as he began walking you to your bedroom.

You kissed him as he walked, starting at his lips, then his cheekbones, his brow, moving toward his gills.

When your lips made contact with his gills, he slammed your back into the nearest wall, his mouth crashing into yours.

"You don't know how good that feels." He said between kisses.

He kept you there for another moment before he continued walking toward the bedroom.

When he arrived, he threw you onto your bed. You giggled as you landed on your back, but when you noticed the expression on his face, you felt yourself clench around nothing. The damp spot in your panties continued to grow, and you had to stop yourself from clenching your legs together.

He pulled you by the legs toward the edge of your bed. You inhaled sharply from the sudden movement but gave him a nod when he hooked his fingertips around the band of your trousers.

He pulled them and your panties off of you together at once, and his focus turned to your glistening cunt.

Kit knelt beside the bed, keeping your legs draped over the side as he slotted himself between them. He kissed your thighs, and you moaned when you felt his sharp teeth graze the sensitive flesh, biting into you only firmly enough to leave a mark.

But he didn't make you wait too long. He also couldn't wait. He needed to taste you.

He buried his face between your thighs, and you could barely begin to describe the feeling of his tongue against your folds.

He lapped at you, making obscene noises as his tongue met your arousal. He moaned into you at the taste, and he reached up to hold your hips firmly so he could bury himself further.

"Gods, you taste so good, so sweet, you're perfect." He said, finally taking a moment to collect himself before diving back in, shifting his focus to your clit this time.

His rough tongue circled around the sensitive nub, and you couldn't stifle the moans it pulled from you. The sounds you made seemed to spur him on, as he soon wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently.

"F–fuck, Kit, you're... you're so good at this," you whined.

Kit looked up at you from between your thighs and grinned, your arousal shining on his face, and soon went back to lapping at your slick folds.

One of his hands slid down your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, rubbing his thumb over the mark he had left with his teeth, and before long you felt his digits between your folds, gathering up your juices before he slid one of them inside you.

You moaned at the subtle stretch, feeling the way he curled it against your walls, and you had only just adjusted to that one before he slid a second in.

He pumped them in and out of you as his tongue circled your clit, moving them in a scissoring pattern, pressing them against your walls.

Your core began to tighten. You felt the pull in your lower belly as you teetered closer to finishing.

"K-Kit, keep going– f-fuck, I'm close," you told him as he continued lapping at you. "Feels so good."

Your moans were growing louder, and he could feel your walls start to tighten around his fingers.

"I want you to come on my tongue." He told you as he pulled his fingers out of you. The empty feeling was short-lived as he pushed his tongue into your hole. His fingers now circling your clit as he ate you from the inside.

"K–Kit–" You panted, barely able to get words out, "I'm–"

Your body jerked and twitched, and you felt the coil snap as you finally tumbled over the edge.

As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you, you half expected Kit to climb up onto the bed next to you, but instead he grabbed your hips, holding you up so he could continue burying his face into you.

You felt his tongue slide up and down between your folds again, drinking you in, before he clamped his lips around your clit.

The overstimulation you felt as you continued to come down from your orgasm made you shiver and jolt with every nibble or flick of the tongue he gave you. You bucked involuntarily into him, and he held your hips steady.

Before you could even register it, he was pulling another orgasm from you, white-hot pleasure coursing through you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he kept using his tongue to ease you through the aftershocks.

He crawled up on the bed, hovering over you and caging you in beneath him as he leaned down to kiss you, his tendrils acting as curtains framing your head. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, and your hands rested against his chest for a moment before you reached down and started fumbling with his belts.

You finally managed to unclasp his belts with shaking hands, and you hastily moved to push his robes off of him. He helped you by removing his tunic, and once it was gone, you couldn't help but stare at his chiseled torso.

"You're beautiful." You told him earnestly, looking into his eyes as a hand reached up, fingertips ghosting down his chest.

He smiled back, "Why is it so easy for you to see my beauty but not your own?"

Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him.

He moaned into the kiss, bucking his hips into your bare pelvis. His pants were doing very little to hide his excitement, especially without the robes to help.

You could feel yourself start to ache again, wanting to be filled up by him, wanting him to fuck you, to use you, to take you however he wanted. You whined as your hips met his, and you bit down on his lower lip.

"You seem uncomfortable, restless. Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked, sounding a little too innocent.

"I already told you." You stated.

"Well, you said you wanted me to fuck you, and I did, with my mouth. Is my darling needing something else?"

You bucked against his hips again, hoping it would answer his question.

"I need your words."

"Please, Kit... I want you to..." You couldn't think of the words for the dirty thoughts you had of him at this moment.

"One benefit of my sensing pheromones is that I know how completely aroused you are, I know the effect I have on you."

"Then you know what I want from you."

"You want me to make love to you." He said, rolling his hips against you.

"Not this time."

He stopped and stared at you, an eyebrow raised. "This time? There will be more?"

"If you want there to be."

His smile returned as he leaned down to kiss your lips, then your cheek, moving closer to your ear to whisper to you. "So if I'm not making love to you this time," His voice sent shivers down your spine. "What am I doing to you?"

"I want your cock, the rest I'll leave up to you."

He kissed your ear gently before shifting himself to take his pants off. Slowly. Tantalizingly.

You took this time to shift yourself to a more comfortable place on the bed, but you looked back to him just as his cock sprang free.

Your mouth watered as he presented himself to you. You pushed your thighs together, now desperate for friction.

"I could fuck your mouth, but, I don't know how well that's going to help with forgetting that hydrosnake."

Your mouth instinctively opened at the idea, and he smirked.

"Is that something you want?"

You swallowed, pushing yourself off the pillows to get closer to him

He gently pushed you back down into the pillows with a quiet laugh. "Next time. After tasting you, all I want to do is bury myself in you. If you'll allow me."

Kit glanced down to your closed legs, and you separated them for him. He put his hands on your knees, pushing them up toward your chest, opening you up further for him.

He coated his length in your arousal, and made you twitch every time he made contact with your clit, before lining himself up at your entrance and pushing himself in.

You threw your head back, feeling the pleasure begin to overtake the slight pain. He was bigger than you thought, and the way he stretched you open began to feel incredible. Your mouth hung open as he gave you more of him, inch by inch. He moved slowly at first, waiting to see how much of him you could take. But when you said nothing, he found himself pushing further until the angle allowed him to sheath himself fully inside you.

His thrusts started off slow. You met his pace, bucking your hips to meet his each time. Your hands slid down his chest and around to his back, gripping his rough skin.

"You feel so good," He whispered, slowing his thrusts. "I could stay here all night."

He halted his movements, still seated deep inside you. He stared down at you, smiling as you met his gaze. He leaned down and kissed your lips gently, trailing his lips down to your jaw, and then your neck.

"Please," you whimpered quietly.

"What was that?" He asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Please move," you asked. Your voice came out as a whine, and you were embarrassed by your desperation but beyond the point of caring. Him being buried inside of you only spurred your neediness.

"So impatient," He sighed. You gasped when you felt his teeth on your soft skin as he began leaving a mark on your neck, but whatever pain it caused was instantly soothed with a kiss when he was done.

One of your hands began moving down to your core, figuring that if he didn't move, you could at least relieve some of the pressure yourself, but he caught your hand before you could reach. He grabbed you by the wrist and pinned your hand above you before doing the same with the other hand, holding them both with one hand.

"Don' you worry, my darling. I will take care of you."

Before you could respond, he snapped his hips forward, and the unexpected movement made you moan loudly, not being able to stifle it.

He gradually quickened his pace, drawing whimpers from you each time his hips met yours.

"Kit, please, fa– aah, faster, please," you whined, wrapping your legs around him.

"As you wish," His hand tightened around your wrists as he braced himself. He pounded into you with quickened thrusts, no longer seemingly worried about being delicate.

Your head turned into your shoulder, trying to use it to silence yourself, but he stopped you.

"Look at me. You don't need to stifle any sounds. I want to know you're enjoying this."

You did as you were told, and as he continued to slam his cock in you over and over again at a brutal pace, you allowed your moans to fill the room.

"Fuck, feels so– ," Your words were becoming incoherent as you neared another release. The hot coil in your belly began to tighten. "Keep– keep going, I'm s–"

He moaned as he felt your walls begin tighten around his cock, he knew you were getting close by how you felt around him, but he didn't slow down, he continued fucking you fast and hard.

Kit watched you writhe underneath him, felt you bucking your hips to meet his at each thrust, and he felt honoured that you could desire him like this. He wanted to keep showing you what it meant to him. To show you how he had always felt for you. He wanted you seeing stars, he wanted you begging for him to fuck you again in a way no one else ever could, but most of all he just wanted you.

He looked down at you, taking note of your blissed out expression, the beads of sweat rolling off your soft skin. The way your tits bounced every time he drove himself into you. The soft sounds you couldn't stop yourself from making.

You were absolutely breathtaking to him. He truly couldn't fathom how someone could have caused you such pain.

You would never have to worry about that with him. He would never hurt you. He would remind you of how perfect you were every single day if he had to. He would take you out on proper dates and kiss you as if his life depended on it. You would never question whether or not you were wanted and loved. He would be there at your beck and call, he'd be yours, he was yours already, and you'd be his.

The thought of you being his and his alone sparked something in him, and he could feel his own release incoming.

Your walls continued to constrict him as you cried out his name. Suddenly the coil snapped once again, and you moaned loudly, hips spasming and your pussy clenching around his cock, feeling waves of pleasure flood through you once again.

You panted as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and it didn't take long for him to teeter on the edge of his own. He moaned as he pulled himself out of you in time for his release to shoot out of him, coating your stomach.

"Fuck," He said, catching his breath and letting go of your wrists. "You're incredible."

"You too." Your heavy breaths finally began easing up as you wiped sweat from your brow.

Once he noticed the mess he made on you, he quickly got off of you, headed to the refresher for a towel to clean you up.

When everything was wiped away, he crawled back onto the bed next to you, holding you, your back pressed tightly against his chest.

"Look, I know this was for you to forget about some idiotic person, but.. " He trailed off, his voice sounding almost uncharacteristically timid.

You turned around in his arms, reaching up to stroke his face. "Kit..."

You brought him into a gentle kiss and then began caressing his tendrils.

"I was upset at the start of the evening, yes, but truthfully, I forgot about them the moment you told me you loved me. I meant what I said about there being a next time, or next times, if that's something you want. Because I love you too."

His eyes widened at your confession. "You do?"

You nodded. He held you even tighter to him, burying his face in your neck.

"My darling, I will have all of the next times you want to share with me." He looked at you with a mischievous look in his eye and a smile on his face, "How about now?"

"Let me catch my breath first, and then we can go from there. I think I need a shower first, though."

"No reason those should be mutually exclusive. Besides, I do much better in water." He told you with a wink.

Kit kissed your lips again before getting out of your bed, whisking you up in his arms to bring you toward the refresher.

You were in for a long night.

[clone-anon]

Could you maybe do something like jedi Reader comforts Rex after Umbara?

You got it!

A/N: Can be read as a platonic relationship. Includes platonic bedsharing with multiple clones.

You wandered throughout the barracks after meeting with several jedi generals. You were headed back to the temple when you saw Rex. You tried greeting him with a smile, but he looked devastated and angry at the same time. He looked at you and tried softening his features.

"I heard," you said, referring to Umbara.

Rex shook his head and looked away. You sensed his devastation.

"So many good men are gone," he whispered.

You put a hand on his elbow and guided him to sit down in the nearby mess hall. You put a hand on his shoulder and waited for him to speak. His grief weighed so heavily, you weren't sure how he was still going. Rex leaned toward you and allowed you to wrap your arms around him. He started listing the names of all the men he knew were gone and then Dogma, whose future was unknown.

"None of this should have happened," he gritted through his teeth.

"I heard about Krell." You refused to call him a master any more. "Some of the other masters are concerned he may have influenced other jedi. I hope not."

"He had a reputation for not caring about the clones," said Rex, "and I shouldn't have pushed that fact aside as long as I did."

"You're loyal, Rex. You're an excellent leader and soldier. Don't blame yourself."

You wiped away an escaped tear. You sat there with him as time ticked on. You weren't leaving that night. You, Rex, Fives, Tup, and Jesse pushed some mattresses together on the floor of their barracks. You slept together, holding on to him. Everyone laid in a pile and fell asleep. They just wanted to stay connected and hope that they could keep going on.

[alamogirl80]

Chapter 21 of "And I'll Follow the Light in You" - a Codywan story

The Clones are facing dangers to their society he hadn’t even thought about, and now, he realizes, they’re even more of a target. Because of him. He pushes his hair out of his eyes, feeling his heart pinch painfully. “If I did decide to leave, for the safety of the men, what’s your plan?”

Look! Holy shit, an update! Enjoy!

[ireadwithmyears]

address the letters: “to the holes in my butterfly wings”

pairing: Kix and GN padawan reader (platonic)

Word count, guys it’s basically 10 K 💀bc apparently I am in capable of writing anything short.

tags/warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of blood and injury, medical procedures

summary:

In which, the CMO of Torrent Company discovers that you, a Padawan under his care have been hiding injuries and skipping medical checks, and now must take care of you as you suffer the consequences of your actions.

Also known as

Why you should never hide an injury from Kix. he will find out, and he will drag you off to the medbay so that he can take care of whatever mess you’ve made of yourself, scolding you all the wile.

“Look what I found on my bunk.”

You’re interrupted from eating your sandwich in the Cantina when Fives plops down beside you at the table, setting down a tray of food and waving a pink slip of paper in your face.

You’re about to tell him that “Can’t you see that you’re eating and get this paper out of my face,” when your eyes catch on three words written in bold text across the top of the page.

Mandatory vaccination updates. 

The sandwich, that up until this point has been the absolute centre of your attention, listen, you’re fighting a war and you have to appreciate any opportunity that you get to eat food that isn’t bland ration bars, drops out of your suddenly limp hand as you snatch up the paper, now very interested in the contents.

“When did you get this?” you ask slowly, you’re voice distracted, beginning to chew on your lower lip, already feeling the nervous coil in your stomach.

“When I came back to my bunk after the debriefing we had this afternoon. Apparently everyone got one. I bet you 10 credits that your master is going to pretend that he didn’t see it, and try and avoid it until Kix has to tear apart the ship looking for him and drag him to the medbay.” Fives chuckles.

Master Skywalker’s reputation for trying to avoid the medbay at all costs is widely known throughout Torrent Company..

“Kix is going to have a field day. I’ll give it to general Skywalker, he has some creative hiding places,” he continues, eyes lighting up at the memory of Anakin, half hazardously crammed into a supply closet, folded in an impressive, yet uncomfortable looking position as he forced his unwitting tall limbs to fit in the cramped space.

Unfortunately for Kix, your masters habit of avoiding the medbay whenever possible has rubbed off on you, though, you don’t think it’s for the same reason. Your avoidance stems from a place of fear, and, okay, a stubborn insistence that you can take care of yourself, which yes, definitely like master, like apprentice.

But that also stems from a fear. You’re determined to prove yourself, especially being a young Padawan working with those who are much more experienced than you. You don’t want to risk being taken off the field because of some stupid injury, and letting those who rely on you down, especially your master, who’s always bouncing back and getting up and ready to take on whatever is next regardless of what kind of peril he’s just come out of. You want, you need, to prove that just because you’re a Padawan, you’re not a liability, but an asset. You can be strong and resilient like master Skywalker.

So, you avoid. You dodge and you ignore and you pretend not to notice when the routine medical check dates come and go without your attendance. You know it’s only a matter of time before Kix gets on your ass about it. You’re surprised that you’ve kept it up this long. But, this only bolsters your confidence in being able to avoid another successfully.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant, setting the paper back down on the table before you run off into the crowd.

*

Sure enough, there is an identical slip of paper that’s been placed on your bunk. But conveniently, Jedi master Aayla Secura is going on a diplomatic mission to amid rim planet in a last ditch effort to try and convince them not to secede from the republic during the date that’s listed on the page when you’re scheduled for your vaccinations.

Earlier this morning, master Skywalker had asked if you had wanted to join this mission, saying that it would give you a break from being on the frontlines, and it would be easy enough to arrange, as master Secura would rendezvous with the 501st before she departed.

This morning, you had turned him down, listing several reasons as to why you needed to stay with the 501st. Your troops needed you, diplomatic missions were boring anyways, and you didn’t think that you would be of much help to the experienced and capable master Secura, who was a formidable diplomat in her own right. You didn’t think you would be able to add anything of particular value to the conversation, at least nothing that master Secura wouldn’t be able to say much more eloquently and better.

Now though, the only thing that’s running through your mind is the fear of needles and the dread of going into the medbay and that’s enough to make you reconsider everything you had said.

When you tell master Skywalker that you’ve changed your mind, and would actually like to accompany Aayla on her mission, he’s slightly confused considering you had been so adamant that you were needed here only just a few hours ago. 

But, he knows that as a Jedi, you need diplomatic experience. Experience that, before the war, would be very easy for Padawan’s to come by. He knows that you don’t have nearly as much as you should.

These are unprecedented times, though, and Padawan’s being trained during an active war is not ideal. He wants for you to be well-rounded. He has hope that your future won’t always involve war at the centre of it, and any opportunity that you get to learn how to be a keeper of peace should always be encouraged, especially during these times.

 So he gives in pretty easily, and when master Secura arrives, you happily join her. When the ramp of the ship seals behind you and you’re sitting with her in the cockpit, the warm relief that flows through your bones is palpable. 

“Success,” you think to yourself triumphantly.

*

Your triumph, however glorious it might have felt in the moment, is short-lived.

In spite of the fact that some old injuries, that you honestly thought you had done a pretty good job at taking care of yourself, were starting to aggravate you again, the unexpected joy and relief that weaved itself through the force, openly shared between you and master Secura, surrounded you like a warm blanket, protecting you from feeling the things that hurt you.

The planet you had just visited had agreed to stay with the republic, after a tense three days of debate between its political factions. The victory Was a surprise, considering how vehemently the opposition pushed to secede, but it was not unwelcome.

Aayla’s T-6 shuttle docks in the hanger bay of the much larger 501st transport. As you wait for the doors to open and the ramp to fold down before you, you’re still riding on that high, feeling, for the first time in a long time, the thrill of a success. One that you are unable to feel on the frontlines, because even when your battles result in a victory, you are surrounded by so much death and violence that in the end, you don’t really feel like celebrating. 

You’ll never admit it to your master, but privately, you think to yourself that maybe diplomatic missions aren’t as boring as you thought they were. You were able to help resolve a conflict, peacefully, without even having to brush your fingers against the hilt of your lightsaber, which, nowadays, is becoming more and more of a rare occurrence. But it’s what Jedi do, or at least, what they’re supposed to do, so you have to embrace the gratitude of the experience you just had, and try and take it with you going forward.

Your thoughts are preoccupied with these ideas swirling around your head, so you don’t see him until you’re stepping out onto the ramp of the T-6, descending into the hectic and busy as usual crowds of the hanger bay.

When you do, though, you stop dead, and your heart begins to race. 

Shit.

Directly in front of you, at the bottom of the ramp, stands Kix.

One look at his expression, and your stomach flips.

His lips are set in a thin, unreadable line, his brow creased as he observes you with pinpoint focus. Stern, brown eyes observe your every movement. There’s no question that the second you step off the ramp, he’s going to pounce on you like a cat seizing a mouse. 

He stands at attention, body forced into an unbending straight line, such positions you mostly see on the shiny’s, new troopers who are freshly trained during their first days out on the field. His hands are placed on his hips, the position that he assumes before he’s about to give someone, it’s usually your master who you’ve seen it directed at, the lecture of their life.

“Keep moving,” your brain supplies. “Act nonchalant, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be fine.”

You feel your feet hit solid ground, and your speed picks up, all along, your brain is screaming at you to move. It’s weird how now that he’s standing in front of you, every injury you’ve accumulated over the past weeks is beginning to hit you, all comfort and protection that the force has been giving you to keep you going rapidly vanishing with each step you take.

The uncomfortable angle that your shoulder is sitting at, the pulling of stitches in your leg as you increase your speed. It throbs and aches with sudden abandon. But your fists clench, and you do your best not to falter under Kix’s unwavering scrutiny, just knowing that he’s looking for any flicker of weakness, any sign of pain that registers on your face.

“Just keep going, and maybe, you’ll be able to slip past...”

He steps in front of you, reaching an arm out to easily intercept your path. He says your name, in a tone that breaches absolutely no room for trying to ignore it.

You jump, startled in spite of yourself. He’s effectively got you cornered, and seeing that there’s no way out of this, Your nerves begin to skyrocket, raising like the sound of alarm bells in your head. You look up, eyes meeting his unwaveringly stern expression, And suddenly, you wish that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

He looks down at you, and he must see something in your disposition that belies your true feelings, because though his face remains set, his eyes somewhat soften, and when he next speaks, his voice is quiet but firm.

“Come with me, please. I need to see you in the medbay.” Though he’s phrased it as a request, you know that it is an order, and one that you must follow.

As a medic for the GAR, and this is something that you’ve heard him say to many a complaining troopers being escorted to the medbay when they don’t want to go, it is well within his rights to exercise such authority and make these orders. Because when it comes to the health and safety of every 501st personnel, whether you’re a Jedi general, commander, or Padawan, Kix immediately outranks you.

You look down at the floor, suddenly finding the marks that are speckled across it very interesting, and mumble a defeated and quiet “Yes sir.” 

When he turns, and you hesitate to follow, he lets out a gentle sigh, moving to place a hand on the small of your back. His voice is low, but reassuring as he ushers you forward.

“Come on, kid, you’re okay,” he breathes, and in spite of the fact that you’re still thinking that jumping out of an airlock would be better than this, your feet, still unwilling, but the slightest bit reassured, begin to move.

*

Coric giving you a subtle pitying glance as he’s reading over a patient’s chart when Kix escorts you into the medbay makes you want to vomit.

Between the two medics,  Kix has the reputation of being a hardass because he’s the CMO. Make no mistake, you do not want to get on either of their bad sides. But, given the choice between the two right now, you think you’re more equipped to handle Coric, who can usually be counted on to soften the blow a bit, with enough pleading glances and apologies.

Your eyes flit to the door that you’ve just passed through, because stupidly, your brain is still trying to make the calculations that if you can just duck out of Kix’s grasp for two seconds, you’d be able to make a run for it.

Unbeknownst to you, however, both medics have been carefully observing your every movement since you’ve entered. Coric, remaining completely calm and at ease, rises to his feet, moving swiftly to stand in the doorway in several long strides. He casually leans against the frame, arms folded.

“Don’t even think about it, baby Jedi. Your master has attempted the same thing you are considering, and he has always failed,” he says, keeping his voice light and non-threatening, making it clear that you need to give up on your fantasy of bolting out of here, but also not trying to scare you off..

You’re just beginning to wonder how the kriff they were able to read you so easily, with one covert glance determining that you were about to bolt when Kix removes his hand from the small of your back, instead, fingers coming to gently grip your shoulder.

The change in his hold is obvious. He is fully prepared for if you try to run. He gives your shoulder a squeeze, in what you interpret as a warning not to. 

Unfortunately, he’s just touched on an injury, you’re not entirely sure what you did, but you messed up your shoulder the last time you were on the field, and even the slight pressure elicits a sharp intake of breath that you’re unable to stop from escaping your lips, and that immediately has the attention of both medics laser focussed on you.

Kix’s anticipation evaporates and quickly melts into concern. Carefully, so carefully, he turns you to face him, keen eyes sharp as they analyze your face.

“Hey,” he calls softly, waiting for you to look at him. “Tell me where it hurts,” he says, so gently that it makes your eyes burn with shame. You look down at your feet.

“That’s uh... that’s, a loaded question,” you admit sheepishly, trying to keep your tone light and joking, in spite of the fact that now that you’re thinking about it, the list of injuries you’ve sustained without reporting to the medbay is a lengthy one, and might make Kix have a stroke.

Kix lets out a controlled, slow breath, eyes momentarily finding the ceiling as he silently begs the stars to give him strength. 

“Kaysh Mirsh solus,” he mutters to himself.

You’ve heard Kix toss that phrase around the medbay on multiple occasions, and though you’re uncertain of what it actually means, he usually brings it out when one of his brothers has done something that he would consider incredibly stupid, which is often.

Coric makes a noise of agreement. “It appears that our stupidly self-sacrificing general has passed on his stupid self sacrificing behaviour onto his apprentice,” he groans. “Will we ever know a day of peace?” 

Kix looks back down at you, his expression calm and restrained. “Come on, then, let’s see what we’re dealing with here,” moving his hand to your uninjured shoulder, he steers you both further into the medbay.

*

Your eyes don’t leave the ground, but you can hear the sound of a privacy curtain being pulled shut around the cubicle that Kix has brought you to. 

When an eerily familiar pink slip of paper is being held up in front of your downcast eyes, you cringe, Arms wrapping around yourself in defence

You can’t even pretend that you haven’t seen it before, because the words mandatory vaccination updates have been circling around your brain the whole time you were out on your last mission.

“Do you know why the GAR enforces these?” Kix begins, and his voice is too measured and calm. 

You lift a brow, questioning. Does he seriously expect you to answer this? Isn’t the answer obvious? 

“Uh... so that we don’t get sick?” You answer, uncertain as to what he’s getting at.

He nods, his face displaying a slight flicker of approval. “Yes, that is one reason as to why, and it’s an acceptable one,” he acknowledges. His frown deepens as he continues. “However, one must look at the much larger picture, at every personnel aboard this ship. The most important reason why mandatory vaccinations are enforced is so that we can avoid many people getting sick and spreading illness to the rest of the crew, so that we may remain fully functional and operational, continuing to serve and protect the people of the republic.”

You squirm beneath the scrutiny of his gaze. You’re starting to see where he’s going with this, and it’s incredibly discomforting.

“I would’ve thought, that as a Jedi, you would be able to more easily see this bigger picture than most others,” he observes mildly. “After all, I know, and I’m sure everyone who spends a considerable amount of time with you can see that there is so much compassion and care for others within your very nature.”

His voice is so genuine, laced with such real kindness in his tone that it makes your eyes sting. Your heart constricts, because he’s just pointed out something that you hadn’t even considered in your selfish haste to avoid this.

By avoiding your vaccinations, you have put every member of the 501st who works with you in danger.

Your arms wrap  tighter around yourself, and you can’t bring yourself to look anywhere but at the pristine white floor beneath your feet.

Kix senses that he’s hit a mark, and his voice gentles considerably. “I also understand that you are young, and still learning to see the bigger picture and how your actions can affect those around you.”

“I, I didn’t, I was scared and I just I didn’t think about...” your voice trembles as you try to answer, tumbling out in a rush of words that race as quickly as your heart. 

“I understand, and it is perfectly reasonable for you to feel that way,” he keeps his voice level and measured. “However,” he continues, and you know what he’s about to say even before he says it. “We still have to face the things that scare us. If you had simply told me how you were feeling, we would have figured out a way to navigate it.” His face is reassuring when you dare to glance up from the floor that you’ve been resolutely staring at for this whole conversation.

“We still will figure out the best way to proceed. However, these vaccination updates are very low on my priority list of concerns when it comes to you, compared to this,” and he holds up a datapad, displaying medical records with your name typed neatly across the top.

The last several appointment entries are highlighted in red, indicating that you did not attend any of them. 

“Do I need to remind you that these appointments are not optional. Any member of Torrent Company who goes out on the field must report to the medbay upon return for examination, as well as attend our regular medical checks to ensure that you are fit for active duty.” It’s clear from the tone of his voice that this is a lecture that he is very practised in delivering.

You lift your head, finally looking directly at him. He’s already made you admit a fear that you desperately wanted to keep to yourself. You try and summon what remains of your dignity. 

“What do you want me to say, Kix?” There’s a hint of defiance in your voice. 

“Do you want me to admit that I avoided these because I had injuries that I didn’t want you to know about? Because yes, the truth is that I did.” Your eyes level with his as you try to make him understand. 

“I was scared of the medical procedures, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” You snap, not particularly annoyed with him, but more annoyed at the fact that your answers sound so stupid out loud. 

“But I was more scared of the fact that you were probably going to take me off the field, and I couldn’t, I couldn’t let that happen. My master was relying on me. Everyone was relying on me, and I couldn’t let them down.” You try to shrug off his concern with a dismissive wave of your hand. “Besides, I’ve been doing fine,” you say evasively.

Kix does not rise to the bate of your seeming anger. He’s much too practised and controlled to let it affect him. He also has the uncanny ability to look at someone, and see everything, read through their feelings, whether they’ve been acknowledged or not, and understand them. So, even though you’re trying to push him away, with what at first glance appears to be frustration, underneath it all, he can tell that it’s just as plainly  fear.

He meets your storm filled eyes unflinchingly, levelling you with a look that is equal parts stern and unwavering, and equal parts concerned and filled with compassion. It makes your insides twist with guilt, and you want to look away, but you can’t bring yourself to as he speaks, his voice calm but steely.

“Are you fine?” he asks, an eyebrow raising as he tilts his head to look at you, his gaze clinical, assessing, even as you just stand there in front of him.

. “I already know that there’s something wrong with your shoulder. But aside from that, I’ve been observing you since you got off your transport. The way you move is slow and careful, not at all like the usual way you dash around the ship. Even now, you’re hesitating to put much weight on your right leg.” He ticks off the things he’s noticed on his fingers like a list.

“Apart from the fact that skipping these mandatory appointments have consequences. If you had kept this up, I would’ve had to bring this to our superiors, that includes the Jedi council,” he gives you a pointed look, even the mention of the high Council makes you shiver. in your experience, whenever you and your master have been summoned to speak with the council, it’s always to be reprimanded, and never good.

. “You could have been Court-martialed,” he says, knowing that his words will hit the severity of the situation home.  

You falter, stepping back as you feel your eyes go wide. “Court-martialed?” you breathe, feeling the blood draining from your face. 

He gently takes your arm, guiding you to sit on a bed as he continues, voice softening. “It is very clear that you are hiding injuries, and though I can understand why, in premise, You did this, the reality is that this will begin to affect your performance in battle. It will not just affect you. You will put yourself, as well as the entirety of the people you are leading, in danger. People could get hurt.  You could get hurt. Because you would be putting not just yourself, but others, in unnecessary danger, your ability to be in the position of a commander could be called into serious  question by your superiors, and for good reason” 

As much as he keeps his voice low and calm, you can sense that he’s disappointed in the way that you’ve handled yourself. Your teeth sink into the inside of your cheek, forcing the tears that prick at the back of your eyes to not fall. You hate disappointing people, and the fact that you’ve managed to disappoint Kix, one of the kindest people you know, makes you want to curl up into a ball and never show your face in public again.

“And that, the safety of yourself, and everyone aboard this ship, is my priority. It is much more important to me than having to report to any superior. The fact that you hold your safety, and by extension, the safety of  those around you, with such blatant disregard, is what concerns me the most, and that is what I need you to understand.” 

There’s a certain gravity in his voice that you’ve never heard before, but it slams into your chest and hits you like a ton of bricks. The implications of what you’ve been doing, of what could have happened to those around you, to his brothers, because of your inability to face your fears begin to swirl around your head with a rapidity that makes your heart race. 

These thoughts come unbidden, and too fast for you to process. The tears, that you’ve been so desperately trying to push back, spring free and begin to fall down your cheeks, unprompted, slowly, and silently. You don’t have time to stop them from coming.

Kix knows that he’s been very direct, and very blunt with you, deciding that this would be the only way to get through to you. He hates having to do it, though. Kix considers himself to be a fairly good judge of character, and he knows that you have such a caring, gentle heart and strong presence wherever you go. So, watching you break in front of him like this pains him.

Your breath hitches in an unsteady gasp as you look up at him, tears blurring your vision. 

“I’m sorry, Ori’vod,” your lip trembles as your voice breaks, wanting to curl in on yourself. “Ni ceta,” you get out in barely a choked whisper.

But he hears you, and it breaks him. 

You’ve never referred to him as ori’vod before, and the idea that you consider him as such, as a big brother, awakens his protective, instinctive nature to gather you close and keep you safe from harm. 

His Vod, mostly his batchmate, Jesse, calls it his mother hen instincts.

He can’t help it, though. Your voice, sounding so much smaller than he’s ever heard it, trembling and filled with tears, has broken what’s left of his resolve, and gently, very gently, mindful of the fact that you’re injured, he takes you into his arms, holding you close to him. Your head buries against his shoulder, and he easily cradles you there, feeling every sharp intake of breath as you cry.

“Oh, adika, shh,” he soothes, hand coming up to gently stroke your hair as he continues to speak softly to you. “You’re okay, I promise, everything is going to be alright. I’ve got you, we are going to sort this out.”

*

“Well,” he says, reading over the results of the medical scan he’s just performed. Would you believe me if I told you that a dislocated shoulder is the least of your concerns?” 

Your eyes find the ceiling, and you exhale a slow breath before asking, “how bad?”

He keeps his voice neutral as he relays the results of the scan to you. “According to your last medical check, you were diagnosed with Iron deficiency anemia, not incredibly uncommon, what with our limited access to rations and food with the proper nutrients,” his brow creases as he continues. “However, preliminary scans indicate that your haemoglobin levels haven’t much improved.”

He gives you a look.“You have been taking the supplement you were prescribed?” he asks, in a way that makes you suspicious that he already knows that the answer is no.

You avoid looking at him. “I was, but they kept making my stomach feel queasy all day, so I stopped.”  

Kix Lets out a long suffering sigh. “An issue that we easily could have rectified by changing your treatment plan if you had just let us know,” he scolds. “Nonetheless, I’d like to do a blood test to get exact confirmation of those levels and see how bad the numbers are so that we can Start getting them back up to baseline.” 

Your stomach does a flip and you cringe silently at the mention of a blood test.

Kix continues, consulting the scan results that are displayed on a datapad. “You’ve got untreated burns on your fingers.” He raises a curious eyebrow at you and your cheeks flush.

“They weren’t entirely untreated, I put them under running water,” you try to argue. The unimpressed look he gives you stops you dead in your tracks.

“It wasn’t entirely my fault,” you defend. “I was fixing one of the starfighters that got hit during our last airstrike. I got R2 to help me with the repairs but he wasn’t listening to my instructions. He crossed two of the wrong wires and caused the circuitboard to spark.”

“And that is why you should never ask R2 for help,” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Those burns weren’t given time to heal, and the fact that you’re constantly wielding a lightsaber has exacerbated them. I will apply a burn ointment to them that should take away the pain and speed the process of healing.” 

He fixes you with a look.  

“The most concerning thing is The blaster wound on the front of your right  calf. Really, vod, you should know that injuries being treated and stitched up on the field, especially when not done by a medic, always should be looked over by a medic as soon as possible, due to the unsanitary environment that they were performed in.”

“Tup did his best to stitch it,” you say, feeling the need to defend the brother who, in spite of the fact that he was not a medic, sutured you up as you took cover from separatist battle droids.

“I don’t doubt that he did. I was the instructor who took every single one of the troopers on this ship through their mandatory medical courses, and I did not let them pass without proving that they were adequately able to handle emergency first aid on the field. However, it still remains that you’ve picked up an infection, and to treat it, the sutures will have to be removed, the wound reopened, and extraction of the infected tissue, as well as a course of both IV and oral antibiotics to clear up anything that remains.”

You stare at him, your eyes growing wide with horror as he explains. “How?” You ask, alarmed.

He senses your nerves and leans forward, taking your hand and running his thumb along the back of it reassuringly. “This is a surgical procedure, performed under general anesthesia.” 

You flinch at his words, and your fingers tighten around his with anxiety, needing something to hold onto. 

“I know that sounds scary, especially if you’ve never been put under before. But I promise, this is a fairly common operation. Me and Coric will both be here making sure that you’re okay the whole time.” he continues to stroke his thumb along the backs of your knuckles.

“Let’s take this one step at a time, though. We’ll take care of the things that are manageable, first,” he says, giving you an encouraging smile.

*

“Hey uh...” you say nervously, watching with anxiety fluttering in your stomach as Kix ties a band just above your elbow, prepping you for the blood draw. The way the band tightens, restricts  and squeezes around your arm Makes you feel trapped. You hate it.

“I have... I’ve had, issues in the past when it comes to these,” you say awkwardly, not knowing how to explain.

Kix only looks up at you, raising a perceptive brow. “Are you referring to your predisposition of fainting whenever a blood draw is performed?” he asks, completely unfazed. 

It’s your turn to raise your eyebrows in questioning. “Don’t worry, Coric already has this listed in your file. I’m going to get you to lie down when we do it.”

He has the sensitivity and grace not to mention the fact that he also knows this because he walked into the medbay to find Coric absolutely tearing into a junior medic for letting you leave too soon after you had gotten a blood draw, resulting in you crumpling to the floor in a faint right outside of the medbay doors. 

At your continued staring, he adds, his voice softening. “It’s a normal reaction, that likely is exacerbated because of your low haemoglobin levels. There’s nothing wrong with you, Vod’ika.” he reassures, gently guiding you to lay down on the bed. “Now, just lay down for me, and we’ll get this over with quickly, and if you faint, you faint. It happens, no big deal, I’ll be right here regardless.”  

And because you’re you, you do faint.

The needle itself is always not as bad as you anticipate it being. The Sting, though prominent,  is small and quick and over before you have time to fixate on it. 

It’s only when he’s pressing a cotton swab into the crook of your arm, encouraging you to keep it in place while he puts a Band-Aid over top, that you register the familiar feeling of drowsiness, vision blurring and ears beginning to ring, that always comes before you pass out.

You think that you might give him some indication, some warning, because he’s removing your hand from where it’s been pressing against the cotton round, replacing it with his own, much more steady one. Everything around you is muffled, and it’s jarring, but in a way that is too far away from your immediate concerns to really react to it.

When you come to, he’s pressing a cool, damp cloth to the back of your neck, other hand gently stroking hair away from your forehead. His voice fades back into your consciousness, a stream of gentle, soothing words as your eyes flutter open.

The feeling of the cloth cools your heated skin, and the hand gently running through your hair brings your senses back to focus, grounding you.

“Easy, adika, i’m right here, you’re safe,” he brushes his fingers against your cheek, and when you react, leaning into his touch, he gives you a small smile. “That’s it, there we go, you’re back. Everything’s good,” he soothes, gently stalling your movement when you attempt to sit up.

“Not right now, vod, stay down for a few more minutes. I’ve already got the blood work running through the scanner, and we should have its results quickly, okay.” You give him a small nod, still not really having the energy to do much else. You close your eyes, taking deep breaths as you come back to yourself, and when the scanner beeps, indicating that it completed its diagnostics, you jump slightly.

Kix moves over to check it as you slowly sit up. “Okay, so, your numbers are definitely not nearly where they should be he says, clearly unimpressed.

“But, Once we have taken care of your more serious injuries, will start you with an iron infusion delivered through an IV before transitioning back to pills. Don’t worry, we’ll have you on a much smaller dosage so that we can hopefully circumvent the discomfort you had in your stomach,” he says with optimism, which makes you feel slightly better about the fact that he’s just mentioned an IV. You’re not given much time to fixate on it, though, because he’s already turning away from the scanner, moving back to you.

“Let’s not worry about that right now, though. We have enough problems having to deal with the mess That you’ve made of yourself. I will do my best to resist calling you a di’kut as much as possible,” he says, hands on his hips, and in spite of yourself, it actually makes you laugh.

*

You didn’t realize how sore and irritated the burns on your hands were until you couldn’t hold back the audible sigh of relief that fell from your lips as soon as Kix began applying the burn cream to them. The pain instantly vanished, leaving a pleasant, cooling sensation behind. He wrapped small bacta patches around your injured fingers, explaining that it would make sure that the healing process was unimpeded by the outside environment.

That was easy, quick, painless. 

Your shoulder, on the other hand, is a completely different matter. As soon as Kix touches it, as gentle as he can be, it flares with pain, and your muscles tense, which just makes it worse. 

“I don’t know how you’ve been functioning with this for as long as you have,” he comments dryly. When his fingers press against the bone, assessing the damage with a practised familiarity, you cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

“Haar’chak,” you grit out, as behind you, Kix preps a syringe with local anesthetic. 

“Which one of my di’kut brothers taught you curse words in Mandoa?” he asks, beginning to disinfect the injection site.

You flinch at the cold and your cheeks flush. “Shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that. I can’t tell you that, I made a promise.” 

“Did you now?” he asks, fighting the amused smirk that plays on his lips. “Well, whoever it was, you might as well put your skills that they taught you to use.”

You look at him from over your shoulder, eyebrows raising in confusion.

He explains, “I need to give you an injection of local anaesthetic so that it takes the edge off of resetting your shoulder correctly. I know those aren’t your favourite , so, I am making a deal with you. Let me do this, and I give you free rein to throw whatever Mandoa insult my brothers have taught you at me, no consequences. Is that fair?”

The unimpressed look you’re giving at the syringe turns to surprise, then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face and you nod, quickly looking away from it. “Deal,” you accept, your voice still shaky with nerves but determined.

“Okay, deep breath for me,” He waits for you to inhale. “Perfect, now, on the exhale, give me that insult with all of your might. Ready?”

He waits for you to nod, then prompts you to exhale as he administers the anaesthetic into the back of your shoulder.

“Osi’yaim, that hurt, you di’kut,” what should be just a little pinch to your already injured shoulder makes you cry out the words, and you swear you can hear the familiar sound of Coric laughing from the other side of the medbay.

Your cheeks flush, you did not intend to be that loud. But you don’t apologize, either, and Kix only gives you a rueful grin, nodding in understanding.  

As you wait for the anaesthetic to settle, Kix warns, “I’m gonna be honest, kid, because of how long you’ve left this injury to sit, even with the anesthetic, setting it is still going to hurt.” 

You close your eyes, grimacing, before nodding with a sigh. “Do your worst,” you say, bracing yourself.

He lays a reassuring hand on your uninjured shoulder. “I need you relaxed, adika,” he says gently. “Trust me, it will only hurt more if you tense like that,” he continues, gently encouraging your shoulder downward with his hand.

“Easy, now. I want you to give me some good deep breath’s. In,” he inhales deeply, holding for a few seconds, “and out,” he lets his breath go in a controlled, slow stream of air.

He waits for you to copy, giving you a few breaths to settle into it as he prepares himself. “Perfect, just like that, keep it up, you’ve got this,” he keeps up the stream of encouraging words as carefully, but firmly, he rotates your arm, guiding your dislocated shoulder back into its proper place with one precise movement.

The sudden flare of pain, even dulled as it is by the anesthetic, takes your breath away momentarily, your vision instantly blurring with tears. When it clears,Kix has shifted to standing in front of you, gently wiping them away with his thumbs.

“Well done, vod’ika, you were so brave,” his words make you want to cry more, because you didn’t think you were brave. You thought that being brave meant confidence, at all times, and not letting other people see your vulnerability. You can’t fully understand it, but, now, you’re beginning to think that maybe your initial idea of bravery was wrong.

Your lip wobbles as you speak, “W what now?” you look up at him with wide, still watery eyes.

He gently strokes your hair. “Now, I’m going to get Coric, and you,” he playfully taps your nose, “are going to take a much-needed nap, if the bags under your eyes are any indication, while we take care of that leg wound.” 

*

It sounds simple enough. 

Kix explains the procedure while Coric preps you for surgery, making sure all your vitals are stable. As he wraps a blood pressure cuff around your arm, he tells you that that’s essentially his job while he’s in here. Throughout the surgery, he will monitor your vitals and make sure that they remain at safe levels. 

“I’m going to remove the sutures, clean the wound, remove the infected tissue, pack the wound with saline soaked dressings, then bandage it back up so that it can heal. It goes without saying that you’re going to be off the field for at least a week. You’ll need to stay here so that we can continue to monitor your recovery as well as change the dressings often. You will also need to undergo a course of IV antibiotics to kill off any lingering infection. This will also give us time to get your haemoglobin levels back up with an infusion.”

Your eyes close tightly as anxiety knots your stomach. “Oh, force, a week? But, my master needs me,” you protest.

When your eyes open again, both medics are fixing you with equally stern looks. “Your master needs you to be safe, and healthy,” says Coric, frowning, as he carefully attaches a pulse oximeter to one of your fingers. 

“If you want to be back on the field as soon as possible, you will take this week of recovery. If you want to argue with me about it, I will make it longer. A week is the absolute minimum,” Kix says, arms folded across his chest, wearing his signature “i’m the chief medical officer, you have no authority here,” expression.

You visibly deflate, reminding yourself that you pick and choose your battles, and picking and choosing a battle with two medics who are very competent at dealing with very stubborn Jedi would be a very stupid idea. 

You can’t help yourself, and in spite of the fact that you shouldn’t, you stare as Kix preps your wrist for an IV line.

Sensing you’re mounting anxiety as your eyes nervously flit around, watching  Kix’s Every move, Coric gently takes your other hand, squeezing when your eyes don’t immediately look at him. When you finally tear your eyes away from what Kix is doing, Coric is wearing a mischievous smile on his face. “So, Vod’ika, who taught you how to curse in Mandoa?” he asks, raising a curious brow.

You only scoff, rolling your eyes. “Kix already tried to find out. What makes you think that I’m going to tell that secret to you?”

“I’ve already got my suspicions. My moneys on Echo or Fives.” he gives you a wounded look, “I thought you would tell me, because I’m obviously your favourite.”

Kix uses this conversation to quickly insert the IV into a vein on your wrist. Reacting to the small pinch, your fingers instinctively tighten around Coric’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

“You’re definitely my favourite now,” you grumble, giving Kix a sidelong glare.

He gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry, Vod, i’m going to run the medication through the line now. It will act quickly, and when you wake up, this will be all done with.” 

You nod, biting your lip nervously. Coric notices, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. “Hey, kid, I know you’ve heard Kix say kaysh mirsh solus all the time. Do you know what it means?” 

You look at him with curiosity, shaking your head.

“Well, essentially it means they are stupid or foolish. But, the literal translation is even more direct .” Coric gives you a conspiratorial smile.

“What is it?” You ask as he leans forward. 

“The literal translation means their braincell is lonely,” he says, completely serious.

You feel a smile pulling up the corners of your lips and a surprised laugh falls from them. 

You feel the medication beginning to enter your system, but you’re so busy laughing that you can’t bring yourself to care. “You better not be bullshitting me,” you threaten,“or I...” you let out a yawn.

“I swear to the force, I,” your eyes begin to flutter and you yawn again, shrugging.

“I’ll think about it later,” you mumble sleepily, before promptly passing out, smile still lighting up your face.

*

Your leg hurts.

That’s the first thing you become aware of as Kix is gently encouraging you to open your eyes.

“Come on, adika, open your eyes for me,” he says  softly, fingers gently brushing against your cheek to bring you back to awareness.

“But it hurts, and I wanna go back to sleep,” you wine, blinking sleepily up at him. 

“Ni ceta, vod’ika,” he soothes, fingers gently caressing your forehead in an apology. “I know it hurts, and you can go back to sleep soon, I promise,” 

He glances at something that you can’t see, giving a small nod,“Vitals look good, the anaesthesia is wearing off nicely, and it doesn’t appear to have affected them too much. Let’s up that IV dosage,” Kix speaks to Coric, who moves to adjust your IV out of your eyeline.

Your leg throbs, and you let out a stifled whimper, hand reaching down, trying to at least find the source of your pain when Kix catches it in his, gently stalling your movements. “Let’s leave that alone for now, vod’ika. Coric is just increasing your pain med intake, that will make it better. Then you can sleep,” 

At the continued expression of pain on your face, he lets go of your hand, fingers gently playing with your hair as he instructs, “nice and easy, adika, deep breath‘s for me, everything’s okay.” 

You don’t believe him at first, but slowly, things become okay. The pain quickly fades and dulls , breathing becomes easier, and your eyes begin to flutter. All the while, Kix continues holding his vigil at your bedside, fingers continuing to gently run through your hair until you fall into a natural sleep.

*

When you properly wake up next, the first thing you notice is that your leg doesn’t hurt anymore.

Whatever pain meds Kix has got you hooked up to are very effective, and your lips pull into a relieved smile. 

The second thing you notice, when you glance around to get your bearings, is the face of your very concerned captain, Rex, at your bedside. You blink slowly, yawning. Although the anaesthetic has worn off, the pain meds still have you feeling like you’re in a fog, and your brain is working pretty slowly.

“When did you get here?” you ask, confused.

“I came straight here after you never reported to the bridge for today’s debriefing. The general said that you would be back today, and it’s unlike you to miss or forget about meetings,” he explains, looking at you, relieved to see you awake, but a flicker of concern still lingering in his eyes.

“Osik, sorry, Rex, I got myself into a bit of a bind over here,” you gesture to the IV that you’re hooked up to, chuckling a little.

“So I heard, don’t worry about it, kid. There wasn’t much to report, anyways.” His head tilts, and he raises a questioning eyebrow.“Who taught you how to curse in Mandoa, vod’ika?” he asks, keeping his voice light.

If you weren’t under the influence of pretty heavy duty pain medication‘s, you would have restraint, you would have thought before you opened your mouth. But for Rex, it was his lucky day.

you smirk, “good old Hardcase taught me everything I know,” you say with pride, smiling fondly at the memory.

Rex carefully files that information away so that he can scold Hardcase for that once he leaves. But he carefully keeps his face neutral.

His face grows serious. “Kix told me about all the medical appointments you’ve missed and the injuries that you’ve been covering up,” his voice is stern, every bit the commanding officer that he is in front of the troops. It makes you nervous, and you swallow, looking away from him.

“I swear to the force, if you ever pull something like that again, I will find out about it, and I’ll drag you to the medbay myself, even if it means chasing you around the ship and stunning you if I have to. do you realize how much danger you were in? How much danger you put others in? That was extremely reckless of you, commander. I’m very disappointed in your actions,  and it will not happen again, do you understand?”

Your hazy memory recalls the conversation you had with Kix earlier, about this very thing, and for some reason, it hits even harder seeing the disappointment, worry and concern etched on the face of the normally composed captain.

Without prompting, you find yourself bursting into tears. 

Later, you’ll blame the pain meds on your inability to keep a grip on your emotions. But right now, all you can do is think about the people, the brothers, you could have hurt, the things that could’ve happened because of you, and the tears just fall down your face, streaming from your eyes, falling down your cheeks, into your ears, dampening your hair.

.“I I’m sorry Captain I I didn’t I,” you gasp out, trying to explain, but your brain is still foggy, only clinging onto the hazy images of loss and pain due to your inability to act fast enough.

There’s a reason why people are convinced that Kix has eyes on the back of his head. Working as the highest ranking medic in the 501st has trained him to be hyper observant of all of his patients, even if he isn’t at their bedside. 

So, even though he’s been taking the time to update your file on a datapad, unbeknownst to either you or Rex, he’s also been watching you like a hawk, and the minute you begin to show that you’re overwhelmed, he’s swooping in on the two of you, protective mother hen mode fully activated by the tears falling down your cheeks.

He steps in front of you, broad shoulders immediately blocking your view of your commanding officer. “Captain,” he says, and his voice is still respectful, but there’s a hard edge beneath it, something stern that you haven’t heard before, even during the worst of him lecturing you.

“You are causing undue stress to my patient, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir,” he continues, physically ushering Rex to the door.

More quietly, out of your earshot, he says,“I have already harshly reprimanded the commander. Trust me, this experience will ensure that the lesson will not be forgotten.  Now, if you want to be of use, get the general and bring him to me, please. I need to speak with him. Between you and me, Rex, I’m blaming this ordeal on him.” 

Rex begins to make an objection, but  Kix is already turning away, folding his arms. “I don’t care if you have to drag him out of council meetings. His Padawan is more important,” he shoots back, before quickly moving back to your side, all of his hard lines instantly fading at the sight of your tear streaked face.

He’s all gentleness and soft reassurances uttered as he cups your face, wiping away your tears. When you struggle into a sitting position, falling against his chest as your arms clumsily reach for him, his arms easily pull you close to him and you sob, trying to explain.

“Kix, I, I didn’t mean to, I never wanted to hurt anyone,” you whisper, clutching at him, burying your face into the crook of his neck, wanting to disappear, feeling his body shift, one hand splayed out, rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles, the other coming up to cradle your head, holding you against his warmth, sheltering you.

“Oh, adika, shh, I know. You didn’t hurt anyone, vod’ika, nothing happened,” he coos, tightening his arms around you. Lips press against your hair briefly, and you continue to cry, letting your emotions run their course as he cradles you to him, gently rocking you back-and-forth, as if you were a much smaller child.  

In this moment, you certainly feel like you are, and it’s comforting, the way he holds and settles you against him , making gentle shushing noises and speaking in low, soothing tones, the words eventually losing their meaning as sleep, yet again, gently pulls at your consciousness.

The last thing you’re aware of is him gently guiding you to lie back down, another medic, you think it’s Coric, passing him a freshly warmed blanket that he tucks around you, and a hand gently brushing through your hair as you drift back to sleep, your storm settled and calmed by his words and his presence.

*

Anakin Skywalker had been in meetings with the Jedi high Council all day, was running on his 3rd cup of caff, and still found himself stifling a yawn every five minutes. So, when Rex silently slipped into the room, politely interrupting the meeting to request that Anakin report to the medbay, he instinctively rolled his eyes, grumbling that he would go later. 

But when Rex stated that this wasn’t actually about him, and was in regards to his Padawan, Anakin was out of his seat in an instant, hastily making his excuses to the council before leaving the room, legs carrying him to the medbay faster than he ever had moved there before.

He doesn’t even stop to look as behind him, Rex calls to a group of troopers in a booming voice, “Hardcase, get Over here right now,  you di’kut, I need to talk to you regarding professionalism when it comes to working with young Padawan’s .”

When he’s escorted into a cubicle, his eyes grow wide with alarm at the sight of you, peacefully asleep, but your face looks exhausted and worn out. You’re hooked up to an IV and monitors, there’s a thick bandage that’s been secured to the bottom half of your right leg.

Kix keeps his voice low and quiet, so as not to disturb you, but he fixes your master with a hard look as he takes him through an overview of your current health status.

“Iron deficiency anemia, burns, a dislocated shoulder, a blaster wound that had to be surgically operated on due to an untreated infection that had grown quite severe and needed to be manually removed, as well as several muscle strains and bruised ribs that can be healed with proper rest.” 

His mouth falls open at the growing list, but Kix only folds his arms, continuing to speak. “General, sir, your Padawan looks to you with the highest regard, and you lead the way by example. All of these issues could have been caught much earlier and treated without having to deal with all this,” he gestures at everything you’re hooked up to.

“This behaviour was learned, and when I pressed, I found that at the root of the problem was fear of disappointing you and letting you down,” he waits for these words to sink in, and when they do, Anakin Skywalker, Jedi general who is known for his strength and recklessness on the field, hangs his head with shame, eyes finding the floor and refusing to look at Kix directly.

His meaning is clear, you are his Padawan, and as your master, it’s his responsibility to set a good example for you, and in this regard, watching pain medication flow through the IV line attached to your wrist, he knows he has failed to do so.

“So, just maybe, the next time you decide that are mandatory medical checks are optional and you can manage on your own, maybe just, consider this,” Kix gestures to you, still deeply asleep.

Before your master can respond, not that he really has any words to do so, Kix turns on his heel, quickly exiting the room before he can be reprimanded for speaking to his superior that way, not that he really cares, anyway.

If he had stayed, though, he would have seen Anakin tentatively move to your side, gently sitting on the edge of your bed as he strokes back your hair and adjusts the blankets that are tucked around you, properly shamefaced as he looks down at you and says in a voice that is soft and rarely heard coming out of him, “I’m sorry, kiddo, this one’s on me.”

*

“And this,” says Kix, quickly injecting the third and final mandatory vaccination into your arm, “is your ticket out of here.”

The week of recovery has come and gone, And you have finally been cleared to head back onto the field, as long as you continue to follow a regimen of oral antibiotics for the next week, and, more excitingly in your opinion, get out of the medbay.

“There you go, you did it,” Fives, who’s been sitting across from you, happily agreeing to be your emotional support/cheerleader, ready with a damp cloth if you need it, does a little celebratory dance that makes you laugh, even as Kix, sensing that you’re feeling unsteady, gets you to lay down.

Fives gently places the cool cloth against your skin, and it’s enough to ground you, pulling you back from the edge.

“That’s it, Vod’ika, well done, you did great,” Kix says encouragingly, giving your shoulder a warm squeeze. “Now, wait 15 minutes, and as long as you’re feeling back to normal, you can get out of here,” he smiles down at you, patting your head affectionately before moving out of the cubicle.

As soon as he’s gone, Fives liens in conspiratorially, face lighting up with mischievousness sparkling in his eyes. “Hey, kid, I bet you 10 credits that I could easily sneak you out right now and we could make this 15 minutes go a lot faster,” he grins.

In spite of the fact that you smile back at him and laugh lightly, you give your head a small shake and throw a cautious look over your shoulder.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been here for a whole week, and the biggest thing I’ve learned is that  Kix and Coric do, in fact, have eyes in the back of their heads. We wouldn’t even make it out of the door.” 

It’s true, you’ve seen several different troopers trying to carefully sneak out of the medbay when they think that no one is watching. 

What you’ve learned, though, is that the medics of Torrent Company are always watching. Nothing gets past their keen eyes or ears, and no one successfully sneaks out undetected. 

You grimace, “besides, I’ve just gotten off of Kix’s bad side, and I have no desire to go back there.”

“So,” Fives says, resignedly coming to sit on the edge of your bed with a sigh. “We’re waiting the 15 minutes?”

You carefully sit up, giving him a nod and a decisive look as you lean your head against his shoulder..

“Yes, Fives,” you affirm, letting out a small sigh of your own. “We are waiting the 15 minutes.”

************************* thank you so much for reading. Comments and re-blogs are always appreciated here.are always appreciated here.

Mandoa translations. Kaysh mirsh solus, they are stupid/foolish. Ori’vod: Big Brother (in this instance) can also be used as big sister or big sibling. Ni ceta: i’m sorry. Vod: Brother/ sister/ sibling. Adika: little one. Vod’ika: Little sister, little brother, or little sibling Haar’chak: damm it. Di’kut: Fool (literal translation is underwear forgeter) which kills me. Osi’yaim: shithead. Osik: shit.

[wantonlywindswept]

forgotten fox ficbit

With Palpatine's dying breath, he curses Fox to be Forgotten.

(Fox isn't really bothered.)

---

There was a personnel transfer authorization sitting in Marshal Commander Thorn's crowded inbox.

He didn't remember requesting a fourth commander. The Guard was in desperate need of one following Thire finding Palpatine's wrinkled ass dead in his office, and the ensuing shitshow about the former Chancellor being a Sith and also controlling the war from both sides. Interim Chancellor Organa was incredibly competent and parsecs better than their previous natborn overlord, but even he was being swamped by the uproar in the Senate and the peace talks with the Separatists and the doubled amount of assassination attempts and the petabytes and petabytes of datawork--

Thorn couldn't remember requesting another commander, but he also couldn't remember the last time he slept.

Commander Vertex stood calm and at the ready on the other side of Thorn's desk, all-black helmet tucked under his arm as he waited patiently for Thorn to remember how to read. His hair was stark white, and there were vine-like scars wrapped around his neck that disappeared down into his blacks. The remnants of Sith lightning, Thorn knew, now that they'd been briefed on what that kind of thing looked like. 

Vertex's file was sparse, mostly redacted, and marked him as coming from the Special Operations Brigade, which Thorn could entirely believe.

"This isn't part of an investigation, is it?" he blurted, brain-to-mouth filter entirely gone after five too many cups of caf and an inadvisable number of stims over the past month. "The Guard was already cleared of suspicion involving the former Chancellor's death--"

Vertex held up a hand. Thorn's mouth snapped shut. 

"It's not," Vertex said, his voice firm, reassuring. There was something about it that made Thorn relax, as if his beleaguered hindbrain knew that the other commander had everything under control.

Spec Ops troops were amazing.

"The GAR is just reallocating resources given the recent upheaval," Vertex continued. Thorn nodded along like that all made sense. "I'm here to help with anything you need."

The word 'help' triggered a sudden burst of manic hope in Thorn's chest, and he lurched forward across his desk, grabbing Vertex's free hand in both of his own. The commander didn't even blink at the sudden movement, calmly meeting Thorn's wide, desperate eyes.

"Can you--" Thorn struggled to keep from sounding like he was begging, which he definitely was. "Can you do datawork?"

Vertex's sigh was entirely exasperated, and the roll of his eyes oddly, familiarly fond.

"Yes, Thorn. I can do your datawork."

---

Pt 2

[dangraccoon]

Headaches …

Day 2

~ little lie ~ trapped together in a snowstorm ~

Word Count: 2277

Content: trapped in a cave, frequent headaches, tight spaces, references to the inhibitor chips and Order 66, being silenced, unspoken attraction/feelings

If you asked General Kenobi, the way they’d found themselves in this Force-forsaken cave was through a strategic retreat and it would be an excellent way to both evade the enemy and take them by surprise on the other side of the mountain.

If you asked Cody, this was just another scrape they’d find their way out of eventually… probably.

Cody could feel the headache growing behind his eyes. His headaches had been getting worse, not that anyone knew he’d been having them to begin with, and he thought about using one of the pain stims he kept on his belt.

No, better not, he decided. Knowing his general and how it usually went when they were cut off from the rest of the unit, they’d get into an even more complicated mess. He didn’t want to waste the small supply he did have, especially not on himself for something as measly as a headache.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Obi-Wan noted of the avalanche that closed them in. “Though not entirely unwelcome.”

“Sir?” Cody’s voice sounded more tired than usual.

“The droids would have fired blindly on the cave despite the blizzard, but they are less likely to bother with the meters of rubble blocking their line of fire,” Kenobi explained, one hand stroking his beard.

Cody didn’t answer, simply shining the light on his helmet around the cavern.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Cody must’ve been tired; he barely heard the general approach him. “Fine, sir,” he said. He knew it wasn’t entirely true, but the general just wanted to make sure Cody was uninjured.

He could practically feel Kenobi’s suspicion, nerves tingling.

“I’ve been trying to make contact with the company,” he continued. “But I don’t think anything will make it through the rubble, let alone the storm.”

“Yes, I suppose not,” Obi-Wan agreed, though he sounded distracted. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I said I’m fine, General,” Cody growled before he could think better of it. Out of his periphery, he could see Obi-Wan recoil slightly. Regret instantly coiled in his chest. “I- my apologies, sir, I didn’t–”

“That’s alright, Commander,” Obi-Wan replied, waving him off.

His tone was even-keeled as ever, but Cody felt a coldness to it; the general only ever used his rank around others, seldom when they were alone. He seemed to prefer using their names whenever possible.

“General, I–”

“I suppose we ought to find a way out of here,” Obi-Wan continued, blowing past Cody’s pitiful attempt at an apology. The general ignited his lightsaber, illuminating the dark cave along with Cody’s flashlight.

Cody inspected the new wall of rock that prevented their exit. “It would take days to clear this all.”

“Ah-ha!” The general half-shouted. “There’s a small passageway over here; it’s a tight squeeze, but we’ll fit.”

Cody joined him to look at the crevice. He crouched down in front of it. “Sir,” he started uncertainly. “I’m sure you could fit through here, but you’re a bit… less stocky.”

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan smirked. “You’ll have to remove your belt and perhaps your chest plate, but I imagine you’ll make it through just fine, Commander.”

Cody clicked his tongue a few times, muting the mic in his helmet while he grumbled. He watched Obi-Wan slip through the thin space ridiculously easy.

“Alright, pass your gear through,” he called.

After a few more unbroadcasted grunts of discontent, Cody’s chest plate, back plate, and belt were waiting to be reapplied with Obi-Wan. Cody pressed himself into the odd space, needing to contort his posture a little until he was almost, almost – thunk.

Cody sighed.

“What is it?” Kenobi called.

Cody clicked his mic back on. “I have to go back, sir; my helmet doesn’t fit through the top second.”

“Ah yes,” Obi-Wan hummed. “I did scrape my cheek through there.”

Cody shuffled back, choosing not to make a sarcastic comment about the timing of that warning.

Once he was back out, he rolled his helmet through to Obi-Wan and began to squeeze back through.

As Cody finally made it through, he looked up at his general expectantly.

“Perhaps you should’ve just taken all of your armor off,” Obi-Wan mused.

Without realizing it, and with his helmet still in the general’s hands, he clicked his tongue once, then twice more.

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Commander Cody, did you just try to mute me?”

Cody froze his hands still at the edges of his chest plate where they’d been reattaching them.

Cody could feel his heart stop.

He’d done it, now; he’d pushed too far. Yes, General Kenobi was easier-going than other Generals, and their relationship over the course of the war had gotten far more… casual than the rigid professionality with which it had begun. But now? First snapping at him, now trying to mute him like a shiny? Oh, he’d be reassigned to Kamino by tomorrow.

But then Kenobi did something. It wasn’t entirely unusual; Cody had seen it before, but he wasn’t typically the subject of it, merely a bystander.

General Obi-Wan Kenobi eyed him, then lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the cave floor, patting the space in front of him.

Cody was still certain that he no longer had a heartbeat.

“Sir?” he rasped out.

“Sit, Cody.”

Relief, like a light mist of rain, showered over his nerves. The use of his name was a good sign, wasn’t it?

Cody did as he was told, wincing slightly as his knee twinged on the way.

Once he was settled, he glanced up at Obi-Wan.

“Please talk to me,” Obi-Wan said. It was soft, gentle even; it wasn’t a command or an order, but a request. “I know we’re in a difficult situation, but you and I have been through worse and came out of it alright. Something is bothering you.”

“Sir, I’ve been–” Cody started, but something screamed at him to stop, to shut his mouth. His jaw clicked shut.

“You’ve been?” Obi-Wan prompted.

Cody’s mouth opened again, only to find it closing once more. His brow furrowed as he tried again to voice his issue. “I–”

Obi-Wan’s expression shifted from concern to confusion. “It’s alright,” he said, sounding less like the professional, charismatic front he put on in front of others and more like the friend he’d become to Cody. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Cody fought once more with his own vocal cords. Why couldn’t he just tell him? It’s just a damn headache. He opened his mouth again and again but all that came out was air.

Obi-Wan sat silently, watching Cody with growing worry. After a few more moments of silence, he reached towards Cody, his hand stopping just short of touching his shoulder.

“Is there another way that would be easier?” Obi-Wan tried. “Perhaps you could write it?”

Cody looked down to the dirt where he was gesturing. He reached for it but found his hand to be shaking.

“Oh, Cody,” Obi-Wan murmured, his voice full of sympathy. “Would you…” he hesitated. “Would you be willing to show me?”

Obi-Wan’s hand extended towards Cody, palm open and inviting.

Cody glanced between his hand and his face a few times, finding nothing but warmth and deep concern.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan stammered. “I- I shouldn’t push you like that.”

Cody’s hands acted before he could think, grasping his general’s hand between his.

Cody wasn’t sure what happened next. Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes opened wide but went out of focus. He was certain he could almost feel Obi-Wan in his mind.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan seemed to come back slowly. His eyes refocusing on the man before him, his hand slightly trembling between Cody’s. He let out a shaky breath in what felt more like a sob. He wasn’t sure, he might’ve imagined it, but Cody thought he saw a few tears slide down Obi-Wan’s cheeks.

“Sir?” he managed, his voice still being difficult.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice tinged with something Cody struggled to identify. He used his free hand to wipe the errant tears from his eyes.

“Please, sir. What did you see?” Cody’s voice finally came.

Obi-Wan looked up at him. He hesitated, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’re in pain,” he said, his eyes flicking from Cody’s own to the right side of Cody’s head and back. “You– I think you might be… unwell.”

Cody could feel the gears whirring in his mind. “General, Helix said that blow last week didn’t give me a concussion.”

“It didn’t, this… this is something else,” Obi-Wan pulled his hands away, wrapping his arms around himself. “You’ve been having headaches, that’s what you were trying to tell me.” Cody nodded. “It seems there may be something… something in your head that could be causing them.”

Cody struggled to process the information.

There was something in his head?

That didn’t make any sense. Clones didn’t get sick the same way natborns did; sure, they could fall ill despite their genetically enhanced immune system, but unknown diseases developing in a clone’s body? That shouldn’t be possible.

“Cody, did you hear me?”

His general’s voice–as well as the icy cold drop of water that fell and landed on his aching temple–pulled him back to the moment.

“Sorry, sir,” he replied.

“That’s alright,” Obi-Wan said. “I asked if you thought we should stop to rest.”

He nodded. He should vocally agree. He should refer to Obi-Wan by his rank or ‘sir’. He should stop calling him ‘Obi-Wan’ in his mind. After all, good soldiers–

His head throbbed.

Without his notice, Obi-Wan moved him around, gently guiding him to sit on a rock while he set up a miniature warmth lamp that Cody kept on his belt.

“Cody?”

He blinked a few times, Obi-Wan coming into focus in front of him–no, above him?

“Come back to me, dear one,” Obi-Wan said upon seeing Cody’s eyes clear. “That’s it. It’s alright.”

“What–”

“You passed out,” Obi-Wan supplied as he helped Cody to sit up. “You were upright one moment and falling over the next.”

A shiver ran down Cody’s spine as he realized was doomed–he knew it and he was sure Obi-Wan knew it–he’d be sent to Kamino. Not to train the younger generations of clones, not to treat whatever sickness worked into his brain. No, he’d be decommissioned. He’d be killed. His body would be stuck in a lab in the depths of Tipoca City and studied. CC-2224 was meant to be an exemplary product of Kaminoan ingenuity; what could have possibly gone so wrong with it?

“That’s not going to happen,” Obi-Wan said suddenly, pushing Cody’s brain to finally realize that he’d gotten up and was pacing while speaking his anxieties aloud. Obi-Wan’s hands gripped Cody’s upper arms, his eyes almost panicked. “I will not let them take you from me.”

Cody blinked. He didn’t hear that right, did he? He couldn’t have heard that right.

“From…” Obi-Wan mumbled. Cody wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him mumble before. “From the 212th.”

His hold on Cody loosened, and Cody found himself missing the contact. Damnit, he thought, certain he was just thinking it and not actually saying it aloud. I thought I was past this.

“I won’t let them take you,” Obi-Wan repeated quietly, turning away.

Cody couldn’t help the way his heart seemed to keep skipping beats. The same heroism he’d witnessed countless times on the battlefield was here now in his words. The same heroism that had attracted Cody in the first place.

A string of curse words flowed through his mind. You’re being irrational, he told himself. Obi–The general, he forced himself to think. The general cares about all of the vode. He hates decommissioning on the whole, not just the idea of me being decommissioned.

“Well, now that you’re awake, we should continue if you’re feeling up to it,” Obi–General Kenobi said.

They trudged through, the dark cavern only illuminated by the general’s lightsaber and Cody’s flashlight.

“General,” he said after a few moments.

“Yes, de– yes, Cody?”

“I’m– I’d like to apologize, sir,” he said.

The general stopped but didn’t turn to face him. “What are you–”

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you,” he managed. He could feel whatever had a hold of his voice before creeping back in. “Sir, I should have told you about the– a-about my–”

“It’s alright, Cody,” General Kenobi said once more, though this time he could feel the depth of warmth behind his words. “You don’t have to try and say it. Whatever–or quite possibly whoever–is keeping you from speaking of it will not be letting up on that.”

That didn’t soothe Cody’s nerves.

“I still shouldn’t have–”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan said, a little more forcefully as he turned to face his commander. “I am not upset that you didn’t tell me. I am upset that it’s happening at all.”

Cody was fairly certain that Obi-Wan could tell the distinction did little to ease Cody’s mind.

“Cody, I… I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I care for you, quite deeply if I’m being honest,” he continued, and Cody was suddenly very aware of his pounding heart. “I don’t know what is happening to you, I don’t know how or why and that is why I’m upset. You couldn’t have told me because it wouldn’t let you. “

“Y-you…?” Cody hummed. Was he reading into that statement too much? Probably, but what if he wasn’t? Would it really be so bad to let himself imagine what a life like that could be?

Obi-Wan’s cheeks turned dark in the blue light. “Let’s… let’s keep going.”

He turned quickly away, continuing through the cave. Despite himself, Cody felt his arm reach after the man.

He shook his head. You’re an idiot.

His head throbbed again.

To be continued…

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[starrylothcat]

For the 'sweet and intimate actions' prompts you reblogged, may I request some 12 (Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling) with a touch of 13 (Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell) with Rex and short fem!reader?

No obligation! (eternal-transcience)

With You

Pairing: Rex x Fem!Reader, but can also be Gen!Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff, fluffy fluffy fluff. Kissing, but nothing explicit. Established relationship.

WC: ~700

Summary: You and Rex share a morning in bed.

A/N: Hello @eternal-transcience ! Thank you so much for the ask. Rex is King and I haven’t written for him in awhile, so I was happy to get this request! I was possessed by the Fluff Gods and wrote this fluffy lil’ piece for you. I hope you enjoy it!

Prompts taken from Sweet and Intimate Actions list.

You woke slowly, blinking sleep out of your eyes and stretching under the pile of blankets that lay on top of you.

You instinctively reached over, hoping your hand would meet the warmth of Rex’s shoulder or chest, but instead found empty mattress.

You frowned, knowing he had probably been up for hours working on reports. You never expected Rex to toss aside his duties for you, but sometimes he didn’t know when to take a break.

You sat up fully, ready to find Rex and drag him back to bed.

As your feet hit the carpeted floor, the bedroom door opened and Rex stepped in, holding two cups of hot caf.

“Good morning.” He smiled softly, the wrinkles you loved so much appearing at the sides of his eyes. It was something he was self-conscious about, but you lived to see those wrinkles, since they only appeared when he was smiling. When he was happy.

He set the caf down on your nightstand, kissing your forehead as he did so.

“How long have you been awake?” You asked, watching as he strode to his side of the bed, placing his caf down as he sat on the edge of the mattress.

“Not long. Figured you’d be up soon, thought I’d take it slow this morning.”

You grinned, settling back into bed as he did the same. Rex pulled you into him, placing his chin on your head, and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He knew you loved this, being so close to him and safe in his arms.

“Taking it slow is something we never get to do.” You mumbled as you snuggled even closer to him, his strong arms draped around your smaller form, huddled entirely to his warm, solid body.

Rex hummed, stroking your back in gentle, rhythmic movements that made your eyelids droopy.

“I know…” He kissed the top of your head. “That’s why I’m back in bed.”

You removed your head from his neck, taking in everything that was him. He was basked in the early morning light, tanned muscle decorated with scars of different shapes and sizes that you have traced and memorized time and time again.

Rex was resolute in so many things. His duty to the Republic. His love for his brothers. His dedication to you. You will always be a loving and safe place for him, just as he is for you.

He was beautiful in all sense of the word. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him by your side.

He must have been thinking the same as you as his gentle honeyed eyes met yours. He wordlessly brought a calloused hand to your cheek, capturing your lips in a long, worshipful kiss. You sighed against his lips, lightly running your fingertips over his buzzed head. He hummed in delight, deepening the kiss, his thumb stroking your cheek.

Rex laid you down on your back, covering his body with yours as he kissed you. You moved together in practiced rhythm, a loving dance that didn’t need words.

When you both finally parted for air, Rex gazed down at you with such reverence you felt butterflies explode in your stomach. He somehow always made you feel like you were meeting for the first time, enraptured by one another’s presence.

“I love you.” You whispered, mirroring his motion from before, stroking his cheek right below his eye. His eyes fluttered close at your touch, leaning into your hand. Rex slowly and carefully laid down on top of you, slightly off to the side to not crush you under his weight.

It was his turn to nuzzle himself into you, hearing him inhale and feeling him smile against your skin. “So sweet…” Rex rumbled, pressing his lips to your neck. “Always so sweet for me…” You felt his body relax against yours, his large hand finding your smaller one.

“I love you too, mesh’la. No matter where I am in the galaxy.”

You both lay there, tangled in one another, enjoying the quiet calm of the morning before you or Rex were called back to reality. The caf sat at your bedside tables, getting cold as you let yourselves be lost in one another.

It was a small slice of paradise, a glimpse of a peaceful life you could hopefully have one day, and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

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Introduce Your OCs!

I wanna try to do something fun like this each Sunday (creativity permitting) and have been working on a one-shot, chatting, and watching the superbowl today so I didn't get it out earlier. BUT, if you like, I'd love to hear any or all of the following for your OCs! And feel free to link any fic they appear in!

If they were a SHOE, what kind of SHOE would they be?

What nature/scenery/setting most encapsulates who they are?

What's one thing you'd notice about them immediately and one thing you would only notice after a lot of time and depth?

Thanks for sharing (even after Sunday, haha!)