#star wars the clone wars fanfiction

[dickarchivist]

Hello dear Archivist! 

I’m quickly falling in love with your boys, and I love everything you’ve written for Ghost & Banshee 💜 But after reading your NSFW ALPHABET post for the squad, I can’t stop thinking about Specter…  

If you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to request a little fic for him (SFW or NSFW… which ever feels right 🥰)

Since he seems a bit more guarded than his brothers, what would falling in love look like for him? You mentioned he loves photography & is known for taking pictures of everything, so would his artistic hobbies be influenced by the person he’s falling for? Would he know right away, or would the feelings sneak up on him? 

Thank you 💜 (@wings-and-beskar)

Vermillion

Clone oc Specter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1305

Prompt: How does Specter fall in love?

Rating: PG-14 for swearing, but minors DNI as always 🔞

Contents and Warnings: swearing, Specter being broody and jealous, a break up (not with Specs), laughing, being silly together, passionate kiss, split lip (not graphic)

Summary: Specter's in love with you, every little bit. He'd do anything for you, say the word... but he wants to make sure you're not going to break his heart.

Author's Notes: Specter's POV!!!! He's so rude, I love him!!

Thanks to @wings-and-beskar for being so patient on this one!! You are a kindness unto my life♡

This one is left open ended on purpose, I'm thinking about writing a sequel so we shall see 👀

This fic doesn't hit on everything asked I'm so sorry weh. But!! I do feel like it answers the question "How does Specter fall in love?" On purpose.

Look at you. Hair's all messy, but I know you styled it that way. You make that stuffy GAR uniform look good, even sexy with how it hugs your curves. I'm glad you never wear that dumb little hat, I think it'd ruin your look... or maybe it'd just make you so tantalizing that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I click a few pictures of you, and I hope you don't mind or notice, but just...

Fuck you. Fuck you just standing there, chewing your stylus, looking down at your data pad with a scrunched brow and squinted eyes. Like it's the most important thing in the world, whatever's on there. We're supposed to be together right now, you called me. You asked me to tail it down here to keep you company and of course I did. I'd do anything you kriffin' ask. I want you lookin' at me so focused. Lookin' at me like I'm more important. What does it have that's keeping your attention so-- holy shit.

"OH FUCK OFF!!!!" You fling that stupid pad so hard and so far it shatters on impact when it hits your wall, and I can't stop myself from laughing. "SPECTER SHUT IT!!"

"What the kriff was on there that made you so mad? You were laser focus unti-- hey. Hey what's wrong? Why the tears?" I close my camera and come over so fast I can't blame you for jumping back. Didn't mean to come on so hard, I'd say sorry but your arms are around my waist so quick my words just leave my head.

"My boyfriend just dumped me, over a text..." my anger overthrows my joy.

"I was hoping so hard that you'd leave him, not for that skug to dump you and not even in person. I'll kill him. I could do it. It wouldn't even be that hard, I'm trained, he's a kriffing bar tender and not even a good one. Half his shit is just water and food color, I hate him so much, he was never any good to you... why are you crying harder? Shit shit shit, how do I make it better, shit-- no- oh... oh you're laughing! Why are you laughing?"

"Specs, you know you're talking out loud, right?"

My face in on FIRE. "Uh-- nope. Fuck... forget I said that, yeah?"

"Not a chance," You're smiling... maker I adore that smile. I move my hands to your face and brush my thumbs over your cheeks, "Specter, do you really feel like that?"

I look away from you, my eyebrows raised, a tall frown on my lips as if to shrug them, "I mean... yeah? That smug son of a--" I catch my temper, and sigh, arms around your shoulders again, "He wasn't good for you. Been sayin' that from the get, but did you listen? Nooooooo," You're laughing more, so I keep it up. I mimic your voice, very poorly, "Oh Specs! He's soooo dreamy!"

"Oh knock it off, I don't sound like that!" You push me, making me stagger a little, your cheeks red from laughing. Maker that laugh, I love it so much.

"Specs, he's so beautiful! He says he's in a band! Oh I can't wait to have his babies!"

"SPECTER! MY SIDES, PLEASE!" You're laughing so hard those tears down your cheeks aren't sad anymore, and I'm over the moons about that.

I put my arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake and a squeeze, my voice back to my own, "I mean it, though... say the word and he'll disappear. Or say another word, and he'll turn into a toad. You know, like he already is."

I love it when you laugh so hard you snort. I know you hate it, you always apologize and cover your face. But I love it. Even Phantom can't get you to laugh like that... "Specs what're you smiling at me like that for?"

It's my turn to laugh. I chuckle a little, give you another squeeze, "What? I can't enjoy you laughing without getting the 3rd degree?"

You roll your eyes, knocking into me harder and giving me a tight squeeze of a hug. I'm all too happy to return it. "Thanks Specs, I don't know what I'd do without a good man like you by my side."

"You'd be a lot more sad over losers who don't deserve your tears, that's for sure," you don't have any idea what I'd do for you, how much you mean to me... how much I love you...

"Specter, new orders from the council. We're headed out in 15, get your ass over here." Ghost doesn't sound to pleased from the way his voice barks from the commlink.

I groan, roll my eyes with my whole body just to get you to giggle again, and then lift the comm, "I'm in the lower levels, it'll take more than 15 minutes."

"Then you'd better hurry."

Ghost's been a hard ass lately, but I can't blame him, I've been blowing him off to spend time with you. Who needs extra training? Not an ARC trooper... probably. Might have to be better about that...

Since I know I'll be late anyway, I take my time finding my boots in your flat. I know where they are, you know I know, but we still take the time to "look". Before I'm out the door, I hold your cheek again, "He didn't deserve you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah... sorry for being so distracted today, make it up to you next time?" When you bite your lip like that, do you have any idea what it does to me?

I don't know if there's gonna be a next time. I think that's why I keep blowing off drills, because I want you, not a war. I want life, with you, always, infinitely more than running laps and fire practice... I lean forward and press my lips to your forehead, taking a deep breath, just to remember you by.

Just in case.

"Next time, I'm asking you out. Don't go falling for anymore shitty bar tenders, okay? If I'm getting one up'd, he'd gotta have quality, and-" Oh fuck me.

I hold you up as you jump onto me. My arms go under your legs and up your back as your lips crash into mine, our teeth knocking together. You split my lip, it stings, but getting to taste your chapstick is more than reward enough.

"Why'd-- mmm-- why'd you--" I can't get a word in, your kisses are feverish in their quickness, I don't want to stop, but-- but it's not right. It's not for me. It's to drown your sorrow and I can't be that for you, I don't want to be, "Stop."

I set you down gentle, you look so dejected, darlin' you're breaking my heart... "You mean the galaxy to me, you know that? But I can't... I won't be your rebound. I'm not going to be a one and done for you, got that? So when I get back, I'm askin' you on a date. I-- fuck this, I love you, I want you to love me too, so just... process, get over that idiot, and then wear red for me when I'm back so I know it's okay..."

Oh maker you're angry- no? That's- okay not crying, not confused I know your confused face... what the hell are you thinking right now? "I don't own anything red... I um... I'll get something, do you have a preference?"

My eyes soften, and yours do too, and I know... I know I won't have to wait, but I do anyway. I want to make sure you love me back... I can't be your rebound. I need to be your last.

"Vermillion is my favorite."

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[firstofficerwiggles]

Can I plzzzzz have commander Wolffe admitting his feelings for me after getting jealous seeing me with someone else because he never admitted his feelings till now after months and months of secret meetings be as spicy 18+ as you like 😜😜😜😜🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ooh, I like this idea, especially because it allows for grumpy and jealous Wolffe, which is an intoxicating combo. He’s a bit of a dumbass in this too, but I think it’s fitting because he is such a guy about things.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x female reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature, 18+ only

Warnings: SMUT!, little bit of an angsty beginning, swearing, explicit descriptions of sex

Word count: ~3200

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: Be my date for the Chancellor’s Gala? Might be nice to see you outside of the supply closet for once ;)

You stare at your comm, holding your breath and waiting for him to respond. You’re taking a big risk here, asking him out for a real date. So far all of your liaisons have been nothing more than quick hook-ups in whatever dark space you two can find. You can’t deny that the moments you’ve shared with him, pressed against his firm body, hands groping at whatever they can get, lips entwined, have been insanely hot. Yet, after months of secret meetings, you’re craving more. You want a chance to talk to your moody commander, to flirt with him, share a meal, maybe even dance with him, anything that tells you this is more than just sex.

Incoming message: I wasn’t planning on going to that nonsense.

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: Oh, really? 

Incoming message: Sounds like a boring night of overblown politicians

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: You don’t think we could have some fun there?

Incoming message: Not really

You look down at those two words and feel your heart sink. Looks like you were wrong, it is just sex to him. Your shoulders slump and you slip your comm back in your pocket. There’s no point in responding. You guess this means your little hook-ups are over too, you can’t imagine wanting to get down and dirty with him again after that rejection. You sigh and head back to your workstation, passing Comet as you do.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets you with his usual smile and flirty compliment.

“Hey,” you reply, glumly.

“Bad day?” he seems genuinely concerned, and puts a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Sort of, something just didn’t work out like I planned,” you tell him, obviously you can’t give him any details but it’s enough that he can tell you’re disappointed.

“Well, hey, I know what might cheer you up, you wanna go with me to that gala thing? You know, be my date?” He looks at you eagerly, his eyes lighting up with his suggestion.

You consider him for a moment, he is handsome, all the clones are of course, and he’s always been sweet and friendly to you. Why shouldn’t you go out and have fun like you planned?

“You know what, Comet, I’d love that,” you respond with a smile of your own. 

“Great!” He beams at you, his cheeks are even a little flushed with excitement. 

Fuck Commander Wolffe, you think, If he doesn’t want to go out with me, fuck him, here’s a great guy who does!

You’re already planning the killer outfit you’re going to wear, you bet it will blow Comet’s mind.

Comet is whistling and carrying a flower corsage as he walks down the corridor to your quarters. 

“Where are you off to so jolly and carefree?” Wolffe asks him, in a slightly mocking tone.

“I’m meeting my date for the gala,” he replies, ignoring the snide tone. He shoots a wink at Wolffe, “Can’t wait to see what she’s wearing.”

Wolffe rolls his eyes, and moves to turn away, but then notices that Comet is stopping at your door. His lips pull into a frown as he watches your door swish open to reveal you in what has to be the sexiest look he’s ever seen you in. The gown you’re wearing hugs all your curves perfectly and it shows off a tasteful amount of cleavage. It makes his mouth water and all he wants to do is rush over there, pull you into his arms, and kiss you until you’re both breathless. Instead you’re flirting with Comet and oohing over the stupid flowers he brought you. 

That stupid, stupid gala, he could kick himself. You caught him completely off guard when you asked him to go. He didn’t think it was any big deal, just a dumb night for the politicians to pat themselves on the back for work they didn’t do. He thought it would be a boring waste of his time and he couldn’t understand why you were asking him to go. Seeing you now, all dressed up, looking so stunning, he realized that your little invitation had been much more.

And now I’ve fucked it all up, he chastises himself. No wonder you haven’t spoken to him since those messages. Now instead of kissing him with those soft, perfect lips of yours, you’re pressing them to Comet’s cheek. And those beautiful eyes, the ones that could send him a thousand sultry messages across a crowded room, those are locked solidly on Comet, twinkling at him like the man hung the stars. You don’t even say anything to Wolffe as you walk past.

You notice Wolffe there, of course you do, but you try to keep your attention on Comet. He’s made a nice effort to look great in his freshly pressed dress uniform and a new haircut. As far as you’re concerned Wolffe made his feelings clear, you might as well move on, you tell yourself. You pretend it doesn’t sting as he moves away without so much as a hello, just stands there with a permanent frown on his grumpy face. A part of you still wants to run back to him and kiss away that frown, but that’s over now.

Wolffe can’t drag his eyes away from your form as you move away from him, your hips swaying and your head tipped in towards Comet, laughing at something he’s saying.  

“Dammit!” He stalks to his own quarters and yanks his dress uniform out of the closet. Stupid, stupid gala, stupid Comet.

Comet has been the perfect date, you decide, as you sway in his arms on the highly polished ballroom floor. He’s brought you drinks when you needed them, pulled out your chair for you when you wanted to sit, and now he’s happily dancing with you, smiling and twirling you about. He’s friendly and carefree, and you’ve been enjoying how nice and easy your evening has been, no brooding moody commanders anywhere to be found. Still though, a part of you wonders how much more romantic this night would be if you had come here with Wolffe. For as nice as Comet is, there just isn’t that same spark.

“May I cut in?” Wolffe’s deep voice slices through your thoughts.

Apparently you spoke too soon.

Wolffe’s expression is thunderous. He looks like he’s ready to storm into battle, not waltz with you to the beautiful music coming from the orchestra.

“Of course, Commander,” Comet replies, passing your hand to Wolffe’s.

“I’m not so sure I still feel like dancing,” you say, a little frost in your voice. 

“Oh yes you do,” Wolffe tells you, wrapping a strong arm around your back and pulling you close to him, much closer than Comet was holding you. Without waiting for any other objections, he swiftly turns you away from the other man.

For a few moments, you dance without speaking. While you tell yourself, this is no big deal that Wolffe is here, you steal glances at him looking unbelievably gorgeous in his dress whites. It sounds silly but somehow Wolffe is even more attractive than all the other clones. You sternly remind yourself that you aren’t interested in Wolffe and his stupidly handsome face and say to him cooly,

“I thought you didn’t care for galas?”

“I don’t.” 

“Then why are you here?” You question as you spin away from him.

He pulls you back to him, a bit roughly , “Because you decided to come here with Comet.”

He says the other man’s name like Comet has just announced he’s joining Count Dooku.

“I would have been here sooner, but I got caught in Coruscanti traffic,” he mutters. 

He’d spent an hour berating a speeder droid and feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of you laughing and flirting with another man all night.

“I don’t see why my being here with Comet should concern you, after all you made it very clear you weren’t interested in being my date,” you huff to him.

“Just because I wasn’t interested in this stupid gala, doesn’t mean I’m not interested in you,” he seethes. 

“And how exactly was I supposed to know that? I asked you on a date and you turned me down flat,” you state, frustrated at him and his obvious jealousy.

“How were you to know? You don’t think maybe the hundreds of hours we’ve spent fucking in supply closets and storerooms made it clear?” He demands, quirking his eyebrow at you.

“It hasn’t been hundreds of hours,” you demure, “But look, I was going out on a limb asking you to this. I’m tired of just being some little secret, a quick screw to relieve stress, something meaningless.”

You pull away from him, tired of dancing. You look into those beautiful brown eyes, “I wanted to have a romantic night with you, something special, so that I could finally tell you how much I care about you. When you blew me off completely, I knew there was no way you could feel the same way about me.”

Your eyes feel suspiciously wet and you try your hardest not to blink because if you do, those tears will spill over onto your cheeks.

Wolffe sighs, and reaches for your hand. You’re too weak to pull it away from him even though you know you should.

“Did it ever occur to you that I’m an idiot?” he asks, but then doesn’t pause for you to answer, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going? Shouldn’t I say something to Comet?” You ask as Wolffe has already started strutting through the crowd, towing you along.

“He’s fine,” Wolffe says, not even bothering to check.

He tugs you along down a corridor, moving you into the Chancellor’s private residency area. He swipes a special card that gives him access to a quiet hallway and stops at a door labeled “Linens” with a gold plate no less.

“Look, I don’t care how fancy the Chancellor’s linen closet probably is, I’m not going in there with you,” you state. 

You had pretty much handed him your heart out there on that dance floor and all he’s done is drag you away from the party without any indication of what he’s thinking.

Wolffe turns you around and points you at a grand set of double doors on the other side of the hallway. They’re the doors to the Chancellor’s bedroom.

“I’m not taking you to a linen closet,” he explains, “If I’m going to show you how much I care for you, it’s going to be in an actual bed, and a luxurious one at that.”

He pulls you through the doorway and then locks the door behind him. His hands come up to cradle your face, holding you there in front of him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring you to the gala. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how important it was when you asked me. I’ve never felt like this about anyone and I don’t know what I’m doing, I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you,” he apologizes, his voice gravely with emotion.

“I’ll give you that chance,” you reply, your voice just above a whisper, and slightly surprised that you haven’t melted into a puddle at his feet.

“Good,” Wolffe says, as he closes the distance between you and claims your lips.

This kiss is different from the others you typically share. Those are usually heated and rushed, with a frantic need to get down to business. But now, Wolffe’s kiss is tender, sweet, and full of passion. He kisses you as if he has all the time in the galaxy.

You snake your arms around his neck and bring your body flush with his. You always love feeling his hard, muscular frame against you. You entwine your fingers into his hair and open your mouth more to him, giving him the opportunity to brush his tongue with yours. You shudder a bit from the sensation and you can feel the satisfied groan vibrate through his chest just as much as you can hear it. 

Wolffe breaks away from your lips but only so he can drag kisses down the column of your neck. He follows the outline of your dress, his lips chartering a path to your cleavage. 

“When I first saw you tonight, I thought this dress was going to kill me,” he tells you between heated kisses on your skin, “But then it was the thought that you wore this for Comet and that threatened to do me in.”

“I bought this thinking of you, you big lunkhead,” you tell him.

“If I wasn’t hard already, that would have done it,” he replies, looking up at you with a cheeky smile. 

He pushes the neckline of your dress open more, revealing one of your breasts. His hot mouth instantly attaches to your nipple, licking and sucking as you moan your delight. Wolffe’s other hand is behind your back, having found the zipper on your dress and tugging it downward. He peels the dress away from you, his lips and tongue never letting up on pleasing you.

Your own hands can’t seem to say still. They run through his hair and across his powerful shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can through his uniform. It gets harder to touch him as he lowers himself down your body, finally kneeling before you and kissing just above the waistband of your panties. He looks up at you with a wink, and then grasps the panties in his teeth and yanks them down. It’s so hot it makes you giddy with anticipation.

“Sit down on the bed for me, beautiful,” he instructs you after getting you naked.

Somehow he maneuvered you over here to the bed without you even realizing it. You plant yourself on the soft duvet, as Wolffe pushes your legs open to make space for his broad body between them. 

“Lie back now and let me show you how special you are,” Wolffe’s deep voice rumbles across your core.

Before your head hits the million thread count sheets, he’s already on you, his tongue gliding through your folds, licking from the bottom of your opening all the way up to circle your clit. He pays plenty of attention to that sensitive pearl, his tongue dancing around it before he sucks it between his lips. Your hands tug at his hair, nails biting into his scalp just a touch. It only seems to make him hungrier for you and he kisses and licks his way all over your pussy. Your hips buck up from the pleasure until his large hand holds you in place, giving him the control he wants to have you exactly the way he likes. You hold a hand up to your mouth muffling your moans, just the way you always have with him.

“Uh-uh, beautiful, we’re not sneaking around anymore, I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make.” With that command given, his tongue thrusts into you, tasting your arousal straight from the source, while his fingers take over on your clit.

“Wolffe!” you cry his name, a wave of pleasure running though your body. With each move Wolffe makes the wave grows, turning it into a building tsunami that plans to gloriously ruin you. 

He shifts his position, plunging two thick fingers into you and flicking your clit with his tongue. He curls those fingers upward, always able to find that magic spot that makes you whimper for him right away. When you hear his resounding moan, telling you how much he’s enjoying this too, it breaks you and the wave finally crashes over you. Your thighs push together as much as they can and you keen for him.

Wolffe pulls away with gentle kisses on your thighs. He stands up and divests himself of his uniform in record time before helping you move up the bed. As much as he wants to indulge in every moment he has with you in this bed, he can’t wait any longer.

“I need you right now,” he tells you, his mouth crashing into yours in a consuming kiss.

Wolffe rolls over on top of you, his weight feeling delicious as he presses you into the plush mattress. You bring your legs up to cradle his hips and hold him close. You rub your body against him craving the feeling of his skin on yours. Moaning into your mouth, Wolffe pushes himself inside you. You’re so wet from his earlier ministrations that he glides into your body with little effort. There’s still that welcomed stretch as your body accommodates his sizeable cock. He breaks the kiss so he can look at your face, 

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl, you’re all I want,” he breathes out as he starts to move inside you.

You moan his name in response as you rock your hips with his, matching his rhythm. The push and pull of him through your tightness is so perfect. Wolffe is more vocal than he’s ever been before, his groans are accompanied by tender words that you never thought you’d hear from his lips. Your voice joins his, and through the moans you try to tell him how you feel. The two of you are so in sync that everything feels better than it ever has. You throb around him, and his body answers yours by tilting up to hit sheer heaven inside you. You wish it could last forever, but you’re also so desperate for your release. As you clench harder around his cock, Wolffe gets impossibly harder.

“Oh, Wolffe, I’m gonna come again,” you cry, clinging to his arms.

“I’m right there with you, baby, come on, come with me, that’s it, good girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” Wolffe praises you as your pleasure spikes and you both fall over that devastating edge together. 

He kisses you again, slow and tender, turning you both so that you’re lying on your side, half on top of him as he keeps you joined. You bask in the intimacy of the moment, so wonderfully content and filled with emotion. You are happy to lie there and not talk, but Wolffe has other ideas. You look up at him as he speaks,

“I know it might not seem like it right at this moment when I'm still inside you, but I want more than just sex from you. You mean much more to me than that. I like our moments in the closets, but I want you in my bed too. I want you to sit with me in the mess hall, or invite me to your quarters to watch some dumb holofilm. I want to get goofy little messages from you on my comm that make me smile, and I want to hold your hand when we walk through the ship. I want to do all we can to be together. ”

“You really mean all that? It would have to be for you too, not just because I want it,” you ask, hoping for the best.

“It would be for us,” he states, “Because we both want it.”

Then he chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” you wonder. He seemed quite sincere a moment ago.

“It might be a little bit for all my brothers too, wouldn’t hurt for them to know you’re taken.”

You giggle in response to that, “I do like being taken.”

“Oh I know you do,” Wolffe replies, his voice full of promise, “Let me show you again just how well I know.”

Thank you so much for reading!

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[star-wars-writing]

A tale of Love and War

Hey Star Wars fans and fellow fanfiction enthusiasts! 🌟

I'm thrilled to share with you my latest work for the @codywanbingo with he prompt nuzzling. a deep dive into the untold emotions and hidden dynamics between General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody amidst the Clone Wars.

A quick shoutout to the character 'Bones,' our beloved medical droid who has made appearances in numerous fan works. Though I can't recall the original creator (kudos to them!), Bones has become a fanfic staple, and I'm excited to include him in this tale.

Dive in and join me on this journey of love, conflict, and resilience. Feedback, comments, and reblogs are immensely appreciated. Let's get the conversation going!

Onboard the Negotiator, tucked away in the labyrinth of corridors and chambers that made up the Jedi cruiser, lay a room that belonged to General Obi-Wan Kenobi. Unlike the austere, utilitarian spaces that characterized much of the ship, Obi-Wan's quarters breathed a quiet, personal charm. The walls were adorned with artifacts from distant worlds and holobooks lined the shelves, each item whispering tales of a life rich with adventure and contemplation. In this sanctuary, far from the watchful eyes of the galaxy, Obi-Wan and Commander Cody found a rare reprieve.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the starlight filtering through the viewport casting gentle shadows. Obi-Wan stood by the window, his gaze lost in the tapestry of stars that stretched into infinity. His Jedi robes, usually worn with an air of dignified command, now hung loosely around him, the fabric soft and yielding.

Cody, his armor left behind in favor of simple garb, approached Obi-Wan from behind. His footsteps were hushed, reverent in the sanctity of the space they shared. He paused just behind Obi-Wan, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, yet giving him the space to breathe in the vastness of the cosmos.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Obi-Wan's voice was a soft murmur, tinged with a wistfulness that went beyond the stars.

"Indeed, General," Cody replied, the formality of the title spoken with an affectionate undertone. He moved closer, his hands finding Obi-Wan's shoulders, fingers gently kneading the tension that war had woven into them.

Obi-Wan leaned back slightly, a silent invitation. Cody accepted, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, their bodies aligning in a seamless embrace. They stood together, two figures enshrouded in the tranquility of the room, finding solace in each other's presence.

The gentle rhythm of their breathing harmonized, a quiet symphony in the stillness. Obi-Wan turned within Cody's embrace, facing him. Their eyes met, a galaxy of unspoken words and shared experiences reflected in their depths. Cody's hand rose to cup Obi-Wan's face, his thumb caressing the beard that had become as much a part of him as his lightsaber.

"You know," Obi-Wan said, his voice barely above a whisper, "in moments like these, you make me believe that peace is possible. Not just out there," he gestured towards the stars, "but in here," he placed a hand over Cody's heart.

Cody's response was a tender smile, one that rarely graced his features but reserved for moments like this. He leaned in, their foreheads touching, a gentle nuzzle that spoke volumes. It was a dance they had mastered over time, movements born of trust and a deep, abiding affection.

In the safety of Obi-Wan's quarters, they allowed themselves to be more than just General and Commander. They were kindred spirits, drawn together in the midst of turmoil, finding in each other a strength that no war could diminish.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance.

In the hushed tranquility of Obi-Wan Kenobi's quarters aboard the Negotiator, time seemed to pause, creating a bubble of serenity amidst the relentless tides of war. The room, a reflection of Obi-Wan's life and journey, was bathed in the soft glow of ambient light, casting long, gentle shadows across the walls adorned with relics and holobooks. In this space, Obi-Wan and Commander Cody shared a moment of profound intimacy, a rare respite from their roles as General and Commander.

They sat side by side on Obi-Wan's modest bed, not as symbols of war, but as individuals bound by a connection that transcended rank and duty. The bed, usually a place of solitary rest for Obi-Wan, now became a sanctuary for shared dreams and whispered confidences.

Obi-Wan, his posture relaxed yet still exuding the grace of a Jedi, turned towards Cody, his blue eyes reflecting a depth of emotion rarely seen by others. Cody, his usual stoic demeanor softened in Obi-Wan's presence, faced him, their knees touching in a comfortable familiarity.

"It's moments like this," Obi-Wan began, his voice a soft cadence, "when the war seems a distant echo, that I dare to dream of a different life. A life where you and I could stand side by side, not just as soldiers, but as partners, free from the shadows of conflict."

Cody, his gaze unwavering, listened intently. In his eyes, there was a flicker of hope, a testament to the trust and affection he held for Obi-Wan. "General, I've seen war define many men, but with you, it's different. You've not let it consume you. You dream of peace, and that's what makes following you into battle worth every risk."

Obi-Wan's expression softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I know the Jedi Code speaks against attachments," he continued, his voice tinged with a bittersweet acknowledgment of their reality. "But in a war like this, attachments seem to be an unspoken truth. Plo Koon with his Wolfpack, Mace Windu with Ponds... we're all tethered to those we fight alongside."

Cody nodded, his hand finding Obi-Wan's in a gesture that was both comforting and affirming. "And yet, here we are, General. In defiance of rules, yet somehow, it feels like the most right thing in this war-torn galaxy."

The words hung in the air, a fragile truth that both of them had come to accept. Obi-Wan's thumb gently stroked Cody's hand, a small, intimate gesture that spoke volumes.

"Maybe, when the war is over," Cody ventured, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty, "we could find a way to continue our journey together. Not as General and Commander, but simply as Obi-Wan and Cody."

The thought hung between them, a shared dream of a future unburdened by war. Obi-Wan's gaze drifted to the viewport, where the stars shone with an ancient light, witnesses to countless stories of love and loss.

"Yes, Cody," he whispered, his heart heavy with the weight of their secret and the uncertainty of the future. "In a galaxy at peace, I'd like nothing more than to explore it with you, side by side. To see worlds without the cloud of war hanging over them."

They sat there in silence, each lost in their thoughts, yet together in their dreams. It was a delicate balance, this secret they shared, a sliver of light in the vast darkness of the galaxy. In that moment, in the quiet of Obi-Wan's quarters, their affection for each other was a silent rebellion against a universe torn apart by conflict, a testament to the enduring power of connection and hope.

*** 

Amidst the steel corridors of the Negotiator, far from the officers' quarters and the nerve center of the ship, the heart of the clone troopers' world beat in a rhythm all its own. Here, in a mess hall shared by the 212th Attack Battalion and the 501st Legion, the air buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of utensils against trays. This was a place where rank and protocol could be momentarily forgotten, where the clones could be just men, brothers in arms, sharing stories and experiences.

The troopers of the 501st, led by Captain Rex, sat interspersed with members of the 212th. Their blue-marked armor, a stark contrast to the orange of the 212th, was a visual reminder of their different allegiances, yet among these men, such distinctions mattered little. They were united by something deeper than the colors they wore - a bond forged in the fires of countless battles, a camaraderie that transcended the divisions of units.

As they ate, the conversation naturally veered towards the day's events, the usual banter about missions and close calls. However, there was an undercurrent of something more, a topic that was approached with a mixture of respect and a hint of playfulness.

"So, has anyone seen Cody today?" one of the 501st troopers, Echo, asked with a knowing look. His question was met with chuckles and sly grins from those around the table.

"He's probably busy with General Kenobi, planning the next move," Rex replied, his tone casual but his eyes crinkling with amusement. There was a shared understanding in his words, a recognition of something more between Cody and the Jedi General.

"Yeah, those 'strategy meetings' sure seem to be doing him good," another trooper, Kix, added, air-quoting with his fingers. "Haven't seen the Commander this... relaxed, in ages."

The group erupted into soft laughter, the sound echoing warmly off the metal walls. It was true - Cody, their respected Commander, had always carried the weight of responsibility like a second skin. But lately, there had been a change in him, a lightness that was rare in the life of a clone commander. And they all knew, without needing it spelled out, that General Kenobi was at the heart of that change.

"Good for him," Fives chimed in, his voice earnest. "If anyone deserves a bit of happiness, it's Cody. He's always looking out for us, like a big brother."

There was a chorus of agreement, a sentiment deeply felt among the clones. Cody had been more than just a commander to them; he was a mentor, a protector, the one who always had their backs.

"And Rex, you must be especially happy for him, huh?" Jesse teased, elbowing Rex playfully. "Seeing your favorite brother getting some well-deserved peace."

Rex rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings. "Hey, I don't play favorites," he protested, but the warmth in his voice belied his words. Everyone at the table knew of the close bond between Rex and Cody, a relationship that went beyond rank and duty.

As the conversation continued, with the clones sharing stories and laughter, there was a palpable sense of happiness for their Commander. They might not speak openly about the nature of Cody's relationship with General Kenobi, but their subtle glances and smiles spoke volumes. They were happy for Cody, happy that in the midst of a war that demanded so much from them, he had found a source of joy, a connection that brought him peace.

Unbeknownst to Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano, who remained oblivious to the undercurrents among their troops, the clones had become the silent guardians of a secret. It was a secret they held not out of duty, but out of love and respect for two men who had become much more than just their commanders. In the camaraderie of the mess hall, among brothers who shared everything from battle scars to dreams, this was one more bond they carried - a silent vow to protect the happiness of one of their own.

**** 

On the desolate plains of Zereth, where the winds howled like ancient spirits and the ground was etched with the scars of previous conflicts, the forces of the Galactic Republic prepared to engage once more. The sky, a brooding canvas of gunmetal gray, loomed ominously over the battlefield, mirroring the gravity of the impending clash. Here, on this forsaken world, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood at the forefront, leading the 212th Attack Battalion and the 501st Legion into the fray.

As the two armies converged, the air was filled with the deafening roar of blaster fire and the guttural cries of combat. Obi-Wan, his lightsaber a blazing arc of azure, moved with a grace that belied the ferocity of his attacks. Each movement was fluid, a dance of light and shadow, as he parried and struck with lethal precision. His presence on the battlefield was like a beacon, rallying the troops around him, instilling them with a courage that went beyond mere duty.

Beside him, Commander Cody orchestrated the movements of the clones with the skill of a master tactician. His orders were crisp, clear, delivered with an authority that commanded respect. Yet, there was an undercurrent of protectiveness in his voice, a subtle indication of his deep concern for the men under his command. His blaster rifle was an extension of his will, each shot a testament to his unwavering focus and commitment.

The synergy between Obi-Wan and Cody was palpable, a seamless interplay of strengths and strategies that turned the tide of battle time and again. They moved in concert, anticipating each other's actions with an ease that spoke of a bond forged in the heat of countless battles. To the casual observer, they were a General and his Commander, united in their goal to secure victory for the Republic. But to those who knew them, who had seen the looks exchanged in quiet moments, their connection ran much deeper.

In the midst of the chaos, a moment of near calamity struck. A separatist tank, its cannons roaring, took aim at Obi-Wan. Time seemed to slow as the realization dawned on Cody. With a shout that was both a warning and a vow, he leaped into action, firing at the tank with a ferocity that was born of something more than just duty. His actions diverted the tank's attention, but not before a blast grazed Obi-Wan, sending him tumbling to the ground.

The reaction among the clones was immediate, a collective surge of concern for their General. But it was Cody who reached Obi-Wan first, his expression a mix of relief and reprimand. "General, you need to be more careful," he said, his voice betraying the depth of his worry.

Obi-Wan, wincing slightly from the impact, met Cody's gaze with a rueful smile. "Thank you, Cody. I'll endeavor to remember that," he replied, his words light but his eyes conveying a wealth of gratitude.

As they returned to the fight, their movements became even more synchronized, a dance of survival and defiance against the overwhelming odds. The clones, witnessing this, fought with renewed vigor, inspired by the unspoken bond between their leaders.

As the battle on Zereth raged with unrelenting fury, the air was thick with the acrid smell of blaster fire and the scorched earth. The sky, once a sullen gray, was now ablaze with the crisscross of laser bolts and the fiery trails of starfighters dueling overhead. Amidst this chaos, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody stood as pillars of strength, their leadership an anchor in the tumultuous storm of war.

Obi-Wan, his Jedi robes billowing in the wind stirred up by the battle, moved with a sense of purpose that was both awe-inspiring and daunting. His lightsaber danced in his hands, a whirlwind of blue light that deflected blaster bolts and parried enemy attacks with a precision that spoke of years of training and experience. Yet, there was more to his movements than mere martial skill; each step, each swing of his blade, was underscored by a deep understanding of the Force, a connection that guided him through the melee.

Cody, his armor marked with the scars of battle, was a commanding presence on the battlefield. His voice, amplified by his helmet's comms system, cut through the din of combat, issuing orders with a clarity that left no room for doubt. He was the embodiment of discipline and strategy, his mind constantly assessing the ebb and flow of the battle, adapting tactics to meet the ever-changing tide.

The bond between Obi-Wan and Cody was a silent force unto itself, an unspoken understanding that permeated their every action. They moved through the battlefield with a synchronicity that was almost preternatural, a testament to the countless hours spent training and fighting side by side. When Obi-Wan advanced, Cody covered him, his blaster rifle a steady presence that kept enemy fire at bay. When Cody maneuvered the troops, Obi-Wan was there, his lightsaber a beacon amidst the darkness, guiding and protecting.

In a particularly fierce skirmish, a group of droids flanked the Republic forces, their blasters trained on the unsuspecting troops. Sensing the danger, Obi-Wan reached out with the Force, his awareness extending beyond the physical realm. At the same moment, Cody, perceiving the threat through the bond they shared, shouted a warning and directed the clones to form a defensive line.

Obi-Wan, with a swift motion of his hand, used the Force to push the droids back, buying precious time for Cody and the troops to regroup and retaliate. The synergy of their actions, the seamless integration of Force and military strategy, turned the tide of the skirmish, driving the droids back with a ferocity that spoke of their unwavering resolve.

As the battle wore on, the toll it took on the soldiers was evident. Exhaustion set in, the relentless pace of combat a grueling test of endurance and will. Yet, through it all, the bond between Obi-Wan and Cody never wavered. They were a constant for each other, a source of strength and reassurance in the heart of the storm.

In the quieter moments, when the blaster fire ebbed and the cries of combat faded into a tense silence, they would exchange glances. These brief interludes, laden with unspoken words and shared understanding, were a reminder of the depth of their connection. It was a bond forged not just in the heat of battle but in the moments of quiet reflection, in the shared burdens of leadership, and in the unwavering commitment to their duty.

As the battle drew to a close, with the Republic forces emerging victorious but weary, Obi-Wan and Cody stood side by side, surveying the aftermath. Their expressions were somber, a reflection of the cost of war, but there was also a sense of accomplishment, a knowledge that they had once again overcome the odds.

In the quiet that followed, as the troops began the somber task of tending to the wounded and honoring the fallen, Obi-Wan turned to Cody. "We did well today, Commander," he said, his voice low but imbued with pride and gratitude.

Cody nodded, his gaze meeting Obi-Wan's. "We did, General. And we'll continue to do so, as long as the galaxy needs us." His words were a vow, a promise that extended beyond the battlefield, a pledge of unwavering support and loyalty.

As they walked back to their command post, their steps in unison, there was a sense of completeness, a feeling that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with the unbreakable bond they shared—a bond of trust, respect, and an unspoken love that was their greatest strength in a galaxy torn apart by war.

**** 

The dawn on Zereth broke with a crimson hue, painting the skies with the foreboding colors of war. As the first rays of light pierced the horizon, they cast long shadows over the battered landscape, a stark reminder of the battle that had raged the day before. The air was heavy with the scent of ionized blaster residue and charred earth, a tangible echo of the conflict that had unfolded.

The Republic forces, weary yet resolute, prepared to face the enemy once again. General Obi-Wan Kenobi, standing amidst his troops, exuded a calm determination. His presence was a stabilizing force, his confidence in the face of adversity an inspiration to the men who looked up to him. Commander Cody, ever at his side, reviewed the tactical displays, his mind a whirlwind of strategies and contingencies.

As the battle commenced, the air was filled with the cacophony of war – the relentless staccato of blaster fire, the deep rumble of artillery, and the piercing screams of starfighters overhead. Obi-Wan, lightsaber in hand, moved with a fluid grace, a specter of blue light weaving through the chaos. His every action was precise, calculated to protect and strike with maximum efficiency.

Cody, his blaster rifle at the ready, coordinated the movements of the clones with unwavering focus. His voice, amplified by his helmet's comms, was a constant in the tumult, guiding and directing, a beacon of clarity in the fog of war.

The synergy between Obi-Wan and Cody was more than just a product of their shared experiences; it was a connection that ran deep, a mutual understanding that transcended the chaos that surrounded them. They moved in tandem, a seamless interplay of Force and military acumen that bolstered the morale of the troops and turned the tide in several critical moments.

But war is an unpredictable beast, and in a fleeting, heart-stopping instant, the unimaginable happened. A separatist tank, hidden amongst the rubble, unleashed a barrage of fire that caught Obi-Wan off-guard. The blast sent him sprawling to the ground, his lightsaber skittering away into the debris.

Cody, witnessing the scene, felt a surge of panic grip his heart. Time seemed to slow as he saw Obi-Wan fall, the General's body limp and vulnerable amidst the battlefield's fury. Military protocol and strategic planning vanished from his mind, replaced by a single, overriding imperative – to reach Obi-Wan, to protect him at all costs.

Breaking formation, Cody charged across the battlefield, his blaster laying down a covering fire, his every step driven by a desperate need to get to Obi-Wan. The clones, sensing the urgency in their Commander's actions, rallied to provide support, their blasters joining in a symphony of defiance against the enemy.

Reaching Obi-Wan's side, Cody fell to his knees, his hands frantically searching for signs of life. "General, can you hear me?" he called out, his voice strained with fear and concern.

Obi-Wan, groaning in pain, stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. "Cody..." he whispered, his voice weak but filled with an unspoken gratitude.

Cody's relief was palpable, a weight lifted from his shoulders. But there was no time to rest; they were still in the heart of the battlefield, exposed and vulnerable. With a strength born of desperation, Cody hoisted Obi-Wan into his arms, his resolve a solid anchor in the midst of chaos.

As he carried Obi-Wan to safety, the clones formed a protective ring around them, their blasters warding off the enemy. The bond between General and Commander, a bond that had always been more than just duty, was now a visible force, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Through the blur of battle and the haze of pain, Obi-Wan held onto Cody, his trust in the Commander unwavering. In Cody's arms, amidst the harrowing storm of war, Obi-Wan found a haven, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, they would always have each other's backs.

And as they retreated to the safety of their lines, the clones watched with a mix of awe and respect. In the actions of their Commander, in his fearless rush to save the General, they saw not just the duties of rank, but the actions of a man driven by a profound loyalty and care. In that moment, Cody and Obi-Wan were more than leaders; they were symbols of the enduring strength of the human spirit, a beacon of hope in a galaxy torn asunder by conflict.

The Negotiator, a bastion amidst the stars, loomed like a sentinel over the ravaged landscape of Zereth. Within its reinforced hull, the atmosphere was charged with a tension that mirrored the ongoing conflict on the planet below. In the medical bay, a haven of sterile lights and the quiet hum of medical droids, a new urgency took hold as General Obi-Wan Kenobi was rushed in, his body bearing the grim testament of battle.

Commander Cody, his armor stained with the dust and smoke of the battlefield, accompanied Obi-Wan, his demeanor a mix of steadfast resolve and concealed turmoil. As they entered the medical bay, the medical droid known as Bones moved with mechanical efficiency, its sensors and appendages immediately attending to the injured Jedi.

Cody stood by Obi-Wan's side, his gaze locked on the General's pale face, etched with lines of pain and fatigue. The sight stirred a tumult of emotions within him – concern, fear, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He wanted to stay, to be there when Obi-Wan awoke, to reassure him with his presence. Yet, he knew what Obi-Wan would expect of him – to return to the battle, to lead their men, to fulfill the duty that they both held sacred.

As Bones worked, its mechanical voice delivering clinical assessments, Obi-Wan's eyelids fluttered, a sign of the struggle raging within his battered body. "Cody," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper, "the battle..."

Cody leaned in, his hand finding Obi-Wan's. "I'm here, General," he said softly, his voice a blend of reassurance and regret. "Bones will take care of you. I'll... I'll return to the front."

Obi-Wan's eyes opened, a glint of determination shining through the pain. "You must lead them, Cody," he rasped, his words laced with the weight of command and a deeper, unspoken bond. "Our men... they need you."

Cody's jaw tightened, a visible struggle between his personal desire to stay and his duty as a commander. "I'll come back as soon as I can," he promised, the words heavy with unspoken emotions.

With a final, lingering look, Cody turned and strode out of the medical bay, his posture that of a commander, but his pace betraying a reluctance to leave. The doors hissed shut behind him, leaving Obi-Wan in the capable hands of Bones.

Outside, the members of the 212th and 501st watched in silence, their expressions a mix of concern and admiration. They had witnessed the unbreakable bond between their General and Commander, a bond that went beyond the chain of command, rooted in mutual respect and a shared history of battles fought and hardships endured.

As Cody approached his troops, his helmet concealing the storm of emotions within, he was met with salutes of respect and loyalty. The clones knew the weight of what their Commander carried, the burden of leadership and the personal cost of war.

With a nod, Cody addressed his men, his voice strong and clear, masking the turmoil within. "The General is in good hands. Our duty is not yet done. We have a battle to win, for the Republic, for our brothers, and for General Kenobi."

The clones responded with a unified shout, their resolve hardened by the words of their Commander. They were more than just soldiers; they were a brotherhood, united in their mission and in their silent support for the leaders who had guided them through the darkest of times.

As they returned to the battlefield, the resolve in their hearts was a testament to the lessons learned from Obi-Wan and Cody - that duty and honor were the cornerstones of their existence, but it was the bonds of brotherhood and loyalty that gave them strength. In the midst of war, these bonds were their unspoken vow, a promise to stand together against all odds, for the Republic, for each other, and for the leaders who had shown them the true meaning of courage and sacrifice.

As Commander Cody re-emerged onto the battlefield of Zereth, the landscape was a tumultuous sea of blaster fire and echoing war cries. The horizon, smeared with the smoke of burning wreckage, served as a grim backdrop to the ongoing conflict. Cody, his armor now a testament to the harsh realities of war, moved with a renewed sense of urgency, driven by a dual purpose – to lead his men to victory and to return to Obi-Wan's side.

Each step he took was heavy with the weight of responsibility and a deep-seated longing for an end to the strife. The clatter of his boots against the scorched earth was drowned out by the cacophony of battle, yet in his mind, it resonated with the echoes of his unspoken desires – for peace, for a life beyond the endless cycle of war.

As he advanced, his blaster rifle in hand, Cody became a whirlwind of lethal precision. His movements were not just those of a seasoned soldier; they were the actions of a man fueled by a potent mix of duty and personal resolve. He issued commands with a clear, authoritative voice, guiding his troops through the maelstrom with a tactical acumen honed by years of combat.

The clones of the 212th and 501st followed him, their blasters a steady rhythm in the chaotic symphony of the battlefield. They fought not just as soldiers, but as brothers, their loyalty to Cody and Obi-Wan a driving force that propelled them forward against overwhelming odds.

In the heat of battle, Cody's thoughts were a swirling tempest of strategy and emotion. Each time he felled an enemy, each time he directed his troops, a part of him yearned for the conclusion of this endless war. He envisioned a life where the clatter of blasters was replaced by the tranquility of peace, where he and Obi-Wan could explore the galaxy, not as warriors, but as companions free from the shadows of conflict.

But such thoughts were fleeting, quickly eclipsed by the immediacy of the battle. The reality of the moment was harsh and unyielding, a constant reminder of the duties that bound him. Yet, even amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope that spurred him on – the hope of being by Obi-Wan's side once the fight was over.

As the battle raged on, Cody tore through the enemy ranks with a fierce determination. Each droid he dismantled, each position he secured, brought him a step closer to ending the conflict, to returning to the Negotiator, to Obi-Wan.

The fight seemed to stretch on interminably, a relentless tide of adversaries that tested the limits of Cody's endurance and resolve. But through it all, his mind held onto a singular image – Obi-Wan, injured but alive, waiting for him. This vision, this promise of a reunion, however brief, was a beacon that guided him through the darkest moments of the battle.

Finally, as the last of the enemy forces were vanquished, and the dust of war began to settle, Cody allowed himself a moment to breathe. The landscape around him was a stark reminder of the cost of victory – a once vibrant world now scarred and broken. Yet, amidst the devastation, there was a sense of accomplishment, a hard-won triumph that brought them one step closer to the end of the war.

Cody's gaze turned skyward, towards the Negotiator orbiting above. A mix of exhaustion and anticipation coursed through him. The battle was over, for now, but his mission was not yet complete. With a final, resolute nod to his troops, he began the journey back to the ship, back to Obi-Wan. In the depths of his heart, he held onto the hope that soon, perhaps sooner than they dared to dream, they would find the peace they both longed for, and the life they wished to build together.

**** 

The journey back to the Negotiator was a blur for Commander Cody. The roar of the transport’s engines was a distant rumble, lost amidst the whirlwind of his own thoughts and emotions. As the ship docked with the Negotiator, the familiar sound of the airlock engaging brought a measure of reality back to Cody. He was back, but his heart was already racing ahead, yearning to be at Obi-Wan’s side.

Beside him, Captain Rex stood silently, his presence a solid, comforting constant. Rex, who had become more than just a fellow soldier over the years, was the only one to whom Cody had ever revealed the depth of his feelings for Obi-Wan. He was his confidant, his most trusted ally, his 'favorite little brother' in a sea of brothers – though Cody would never openly admit it.

As they disembarked, Cody’s steps were brisk, his focus singular. Rex matched his pace, a silent guardian keeping stride with the storm of worry and anticipation brewing within Cody. The corridors of the Negotiator, usually a hive of activity, seemed unusually quiet, as if the ship itself was holding its breath, sharing in Cody’s anxiety.

Rex broke the silence, his voice low and steady. "He's strong, Cody. You know that better than anyone. He'll pull through this."

Cody nodded, his helmet tucked under his arm, revealing the taut lines of concern etched on his face. "I know, Rex. I just need to see him, to be there with him." His voice was a mix of determination and vulnerability, a rare glimpse into the depth of his emotions.

They continued in silence, passing crew members who offered salutes and respectful nods. Cody acknowledged them absently, his mind consumed with thoughts of Obi-Wan. Memories of their shared moments – quiet conversations, shared glances, the warmth of Obi-Wan’s smile – flooded his mind, each a poignant reminder of what he stood to lose.

Upon reaching the medical bay, Cody paused outside the door, collecting himself. This was where he left the Commander outside and stepped in as the man who loved Obi-Wan Kenobi. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, with Rex following a step behind, a silent pillar of support.

The medical bay was a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield, its white walls and the soft hum of medical equipment creating an atmosphere of clinical calm. Bones, the medical droid, was attending to Obi-Wan, who lay on a bed, his features drawn in pain but stable.

Cody’s eyes softened as he approached, the sight of Obi-Wan stirring a tumult of relief and concern within him. He reached out, gently taking Obi-Wan’s hand, the touch a silent testament to the bond they shared.

"Hey, you," Cody murmured, a tender smile touching his lips. "You had us worried there for a moment."

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody’s gaze. "Had to keep you on your toes, Commander," he replied, his voice weak but imbued with warmth.

Rex, standing a respectful distance away, watched the exchange with a sense of brotherly pride. He understood the magnitude of what Cody and Obi-Wan shared, a bond that transcended rank and the chaos of war. It was a love that had flourished against all odds, a testament to the strength of their characters.

Cody’s gaze lingered on Obi-Wan, his thumb gently stroking the back of Obi-Wan’s hand. "You need to rest, General. We'll handle things out here."

Obi-Wan gave a faint nod, his eyes conveying his trust and gratitude. "I know you will, Cody. I have always known."

As Cody sat beside Obi-Wan, watching over him, Rex quietly excused himself, leaving the two in their private sanctuary. He stepped out of the medical bay, a sense of peace settling over him. Cody and Obi-Wan had each other, and that was enough. In a galaxy torn apart by war, their love was a rare beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the human spirit could find connection and solace in another’s heart.

And as Rex walked back through the corridors of the Negotiator, he carried with him the knowledge that he had played a part in protecting that beacon, by being there for his brother, for Cody, when he needed it the most.

**** 

In the quietude of the medical bay, time seemed to slow, its passage marked only by the soft beeping of the monitors and the gentle whir of medical equipment. The room, bathed in a soft, ambient light, was a stark contrast to the chaotic tapestry of war outside its walls. Here, amidst the sterility and precision of medical technology, a different kind of battle was being fought - a battle for recovery, for healing.

Commander Cody sat beside Obi-Wan Kenobi's bed, his posture rigid, a silent sentinel keeping watch. His armor had been removed, leaving him in his basic fatigues, a rare sight that underscored the gravity of the situation. His eyes, usually so sharp and alert, now held a softness, a depth of emotion seldom seen by anyone but Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, lying on the bed, appeared smaller somehow, the lines of pain and exhaustion etched into his features softening in sleep. The usual air of calm command that he carried like a mantle was replaced by a vulnerability that was heartbreakingly human. His breathing was steady, a reassuring rhythm in the stillness of the room.

Cody watched him, his gaze lingering on the rise and fall of Obi-Wan's chest, each breath a silent reassurance. In these quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of the galaxy, he allowed the façade of the unflappable commander to fall away, revealing the man beneath – a man deeply in love, fiercely protective, and achingly worried.

He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over Obi-Wan's before gently settling atop it. The contact was a lifeline, a tangible connection that bridged the silence of the room. "You always have to be the hero, don't you?" Cody whispered, a faint smile touching his lips, a mix of fond exasperation and deep affection coloring his words.

Obi-Wan stirred at the sound of Cody's voice, a faint smile mirroring Cody's own. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Cody's gaze with a clarity that spoke of his resilience. "Comes with the job, I suppose," he replied, his voice soft but steady.

Cody's smile widened, a genuine expression that reached his eyes. "Well, this time, let someone else be the hero. You need to rest, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan's hand shifted, fingers curling slightly to grip Cody's. "You're doing a fine job at it," he murmured, the gentle tease a testament to the ease and comfort they found in each other's presence.

As they sat in silence, the room around them felt like a bubble, a sanctuary amidst the turmoil of the galaxy. In the medical bay, they were not General and Commander; they were simply Obi-Wan and Cody, two souls intertwined by a bond that had weathered countless storms.

The tenderness of their interaction, the soft exchange of smiles and quiet words, was a stark contrast to their battlefield personas. Here, there were no blasters, no lightsabers, no commands to issue or strategies to devise. There was only the shared understanding, the mutual care that had grown and deepened over time, becoming something profound and unshakeable.

As Cody continued his vigil, watching over Obi-Wan as he drifted back into sleep, he felt a sense of peace settle over him. In the med bay, with the soft hum of machines and the gentle rhythm of Obi-Wan's breathing, the war seemed a distant echo. Here, in this moment, they had found an oasis of calm, a reminder that amidst the chaos of the galaxy, they had each other, a connection that was their anchor, their solace, their home.

As the steady rhythm of the Negotiator’s heartbeats echoed through its corridors, the medical bay remained a cocoon of tranquility, insulated from the turmoil of the outside world. Inside this sanctuary, the passage of time seemed to take on a different quality, each moment stretching out, filled with a quiet intensity.

Commander Cody, sitting vigilantly by Obi-Wan Kenobi's bedside, was lost in a reverie, his thoughts a tangle of memories and hopes. The soft hum of medical equipment provided a continuous backdrop to his reflections, a reminder of the fragility of the moment. He watched Obi-Wan, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of the Jedi's face, each one a testament to the battles fought and burdens carried.

In the dim light of the bay, Obi-Wan's features were softened, the usual sharpness tempered by sleep and vulnerability. His chest rose and fell with a rhythmic slowness, a visual lullaby that held Cody in a gentle thrall. The sight stirred a deep well of emotions within him – a mix of fear, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of affection.

It was in this quiet tableau that Obi-Wan stirred, the subtle shift breaking the stillness. His hand, resting beside him, moved with an unconscious intent, reaching out. It was a small gesture, but in the silence of the room, it was as significant as a shout.

Cody's attention snapped to the movement, his body instinctively leaning forward. He watched, breath held, as Obi-Wan's hand hovered in the air, an unspoken plea. In his semi-conscious state, it was as if Obi-Wan was seeking something, or someone, to anchor him to the present.

Cody, understanding the unvoiced need, reached out and gently clasped Obi-Wan's hand, offering both physical support and an emotional connection. He watched as a faint smile touched Obi-Wan's lips, a sign that even in his weakened state, he recognized Cody's presence.

Moved by the moment, Cody leaned in closer, his movements deliberate yet filled with a tenderness that was at odds with his usual composure. He brought his face close to Obi-Wan's, their foreheads nearly touching. Then, in a gesture that was as natural as it was profound, he gently nuzzled against Obi-Wan, a tactile expression of love and reassurance.

The nuzzle, a simple act in itself, carried the weight of their shared history, of battles fought side by side, of quiet moments stolen amidst chaos. It was a testament to their bond, a connection that had grown and deepened in the crucible of war, transcending the roles they played in the galaxy.

Obi-Wan, responding even in his semi-conscious state, leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. It was a sound of contentment, of trust, a subtle acknowledgment of the comfort Cody's presence brought him.

Cody held the position for a moment longer, savoring the closeness, the rare opportunity to express his feelings without the constraints of duty and rank. In the med bay, with its sterile walls and life-saving machines, they were not General and Commander; they were just two souls, bound by an unspoken love that had become their refuge, their strength.

As he straightened, Cody's gaze lingered on Obi-Wan, a mix of worry and affection etched on his face. He squeezed Obi-Wan's hand gently before settling back into his chair, his vigil resumed. The room fell back into silence, a sacred space where the lines between protector and protected blurred, where the heart spoke louder than words, and where love, in its purest form, was the greatest healer of all.

I'd love to hear your thoughts, theories, and feelings about the story. Don't forget to like, reblog, and share your comments. Your engagement means the world to me!

May the Force be with you, always. 💫

#codywanbingo #codywan #commander cody fanfiction #commander cody x obi wan #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #swfandom #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #romance #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #nuzzling #inner conflict

[a-single-tulip]

Another ficlet for today for none other than the ever so handsome Commander Wolffe! This is my first time officially writing him for a fic, so hopefully I've done him justice!

As usual, I tagged accordingly on AO3, so make sure to read all the tags on there carefully, and if you don't vibe with any of them feel free to skip out on this fic. While this fic doesn't have any inherent smut, the discussions and themes in it are still for mature audiences only, for minors DNI!

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader

Word Count: 995

Tag List: @wizardofrozz, @hetalianskywalker, @techs-feral-wife, @starrylothcat [hmu and lemme know if any of y'all wanna be added to my tag list]

#star wars the clone wars fanfiction #swtcw fanfic #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #reader insert #gn reader #gn!reader #ficlet #tulips fics

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Blog Announcement

Good afternoon! I haven't posted in a while and just wanted to give a quick update:

I am working on new chapters of existing fanfics, a few one-shots, and (as always) Rambles. I hope to start posting on a regular basis soon.

Currently, I am working on:

Gar Cyare - Yep, it's coming off of hiatus! I'm in the middle of plotting the rest of the story. I hope to have new chapters for you by mid-April or early May.

Refuge - I still need to reread this one and nail down the plot. Or, alternately, to decide that it doesn't really need an overarching plot and keep it as a fun little writing project. I haven't decided which yet.

Voices Carry - This one is definitely still in 'fun little writing project' territory! I might figure out an actual plot for it eventually, but right now, it's helping me explore the Nulls a little more closely.

One-Shots - I have a few of these I'm toying with. None that were requested, sadly, but my brain kicks out ideas occasionally that are too interesting for me to ignore.

Requests are still closed, though I occasionally put out a call for ideas for a specific character. Especially since I have a few masterlist entries for characters with only one fic and it bothers me. Keep an eye out for those if you're interested!

And, of course, this is my writing sideblog. There are no taglists. Other than occasional updates like this one, I will only post my fics on here, or reblog the occasional comment-reblog. I will tag everything with the story name and the main characters. Assuming tumblr's search function works (lol), you can find other chapters through the tags, through my masterlist, or using the internal navigation tools on every chapter.

Thank you all for your patience! I look forward to posting more regularly here!

#ink's life #wanderinginksplot-writes fics #wanderinginksplot-writes #fic update #star wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #ink's fics #gar cyare #gar cyare fic #refuge #refuge fic #voices carry #voices carry fic

[starbeltconstellation]

MASTERLIST

FOR

REWRITE THE STARS: ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Ship: Anakin Skywalker x OC (Melanie Bains)

Tags: mutual pining, slowest slow burn to ever burn, romantic tension, angst, hurt/comfort, requited unrequited love, crushing obliviously without realizing it, etc. 💓💓

Summary:

"HOW CAN YOU WIN THE GAME IF YOU NEVER MAKE A MOVE?"

***

What would you do, if you were given a chance to save millions of lives throughout a galaxy?

Would you do it? Could you even do it? Is such a feat even possible?

Or would you crumble and choke under the pressure?

Melanie Bains is about to find out, as she is sent to a galaxy FAR, FAR AWAY...

A/N: Finally posting my SW fic on here for real this time! I hope people enjoy it. 😊🥰💕❤️ I love, love, LOVE @shoniwake’s cover art soooo much! It’s so cinematic. 😜✨✨

***

Taglist:

@ensomniaa

@heartfairy

@xreadersunite

@shoniwake

#anakin skywalker x oc #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker/oc #anakin skywalker/reader #anakin x oc #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker imagines #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #sw rewrite the stars #anakin skywalker critical #pro jedi #jedi #in defense of the jedi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #star wars #star wars the clone wars #fav ❤️ #sw rewrite the stars link #sw rewrite the stars cover art #sw rewrite the stars fanfiction #sw rewrite the stars masterlist

[somedaylazysomeday]

Fanfic February 2024 - Week Three

Week three out of four is done! Here's everything from the third week:

Captured (Part Three) - A continuation of my Captain Charles Vane x fem!reader Black Sails fic.

A Deal with a Demon (Part Five) - A continuation of my demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader Beetlejuice fic.

A Deal with a Demon (Part Six) - The second half of this year's demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader Beetlejuice fic.

Tied Up in You (Part Three) - A continuation of my Commander Fox x fem!reader Star Wars: The Clone Wars fic.

A Grand Deception (Part One) - Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader Bridgerton fic.

A Grand Deception (Part Two) - The second half of my Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader Bridgerton fic.

Matter of Perspective (Part Three) - A continuation of my Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader Narcos fic.

All of these fics are either mature or explicit. Minors, please do not interact with my works.

You can find other fics on my masterlist, SFW Star Wars fics on my other sideblog - @wanderinginksplot-writes - or find me on AO3 under InkSplots.

#fanfic february #fanfic february 2024 #ink's fics #black sails fanfiction #beetlejuice fanfiction #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #bridgerton fanfiction #narcos fanfiction #captain charles vane #beetlejuice #commander fox #benedict bridgerton #horacio carillo #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert fanfic #lemon #spicy #not suitable for minors #minors dni

[thechaoticfanartist]

The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim

Timeline: 22 BBY - 19 BBY

(Main) Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

Summary: A retelling of The Clone Wars and Revenge Of The Sith with a new character added into the story. One who is determined to change it. But is it possible to rewrite fate?

Rated: Teen and up

Warnings: Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Canon divergent, friends to lovers, tragedy, hurt/comfort, Jedi as found family

Series: it came from tragedy

Story Established: October 2021

OC Established: February 2020

A03 | Wattpad

Masterlist

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Age: 35 - 38

Homeworld: Stewjon

Master: Qui-Gon Jinn

Padawan: (Formerly) Anakin Skywalker, (Currently) Grim Kennet

Love Interest: N/A, implied to have once had a past relationship with Satine Kryze

Theme Song(s): A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Light by Sleeping At Last

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Jedi Master who is on the Jedi Council. His life is meant for infinite sadness. He knows this, and yet he hopes still. He is bright in the Force. A beacon of light against all of the darkness. Before the outbreak of The Clone Wars Obi-Wan trained Anakin Skywalker. The younger Jedi being knighted after the first battle of Geonosis. He is caring and compassionate, and a warrior both on the battlefield and with words. And he prefers to negotiate rather than fight. He can only guide his Padawans to make the right choices and stay connected to the light, although he wishes they would accept his help.

Grim Kennet

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Earth

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Ahsoka Tano

Theme Song(s): The Fixer by Brent Morgan, Atlantis by Seafret, All Things End by Hozier, I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last, Two by Sleeping At Last, Eight by Sleeping At Last, Youth by Daughter

Grim Kennet is the Jedi Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but there is far more to her than one might know. Grim originally was from Earth and was a fan of the Star Wars franchise. One day in the middle of May in 2020, Grim ended up in The Clone Wars. From then on she made it her goal to change the story of the war to favor the Jedi. She learns to navigate the blurred lines of fiction and reality. Grim keeps many secrets and struggles with the constant battle of light and darkness. She is stubborn to a fault, and is kind and caring. Although she must be wary of her anger and fear that may lead her down a darker path.

Anakin Skywalker

Age: 19 - 22

Homeworld: Tatooine

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padawan: Ahsoka Tano

Love Interest: Padmé Amidala

Theme Song(s): Monster by Imagine Dragons, A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers, Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Traitor by Daughtry

Anakin Skywalker is the Chosen One destined to bring balance to the Force. Formerly the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin now has a Padawan of his own. He must learn how to teach his own student while navigating a war and the storm inside his heart. Keeping many secrets that it claws at him. And a dragon whispers inside "all things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out." His life is out of his control and he wants that control back. He needs it. The darkness inside of him eats him alive, and he barely fights it anymore. His fear and anger may just be the downfall of the whole galaxy.

Ahsoka Tano

Age: 14 - 17

Homeworld: Shili

Master: Anakin Skywalker

Padawan: N/A

Love Interest: Grim Kennet

Theme Song(s): Moondust by Jaymes Young, Say Something by A Great Big World, Karma by AJR, My Way by Frank Sinatra

Ahsoka Tano is the Jedi Padawan of Anakin Skywalker. She learns to grow throughout The Clone Wars, wondering what her place is. She must learn to find herself. Navigating through war and emotions. She is kind and stubborn, and snippy at times earning her the nickname "Snips" from her Master. Eventually she must find her place in the galaxy on her own.

#grim kennet #star wars #my oc #star wars oc #jedi oc #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #ahsoka tano x oc #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars fanfic #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #the clone wars fanfic #sw fanfic #sw fanfiction #tcw fanfic #tcw fanfiction #swtcw #sw tcw #fic: the clone wars gets a new victim #series: it came from tragedy

[tempest-sun]

Forever and for Always Chapter 9

Chapter Nine: The Reunion

A/N: Last chapter before the epilogue! As always, I hope you all enjoy <3

Words: 2,104

Warnings: Smut (unprotected p in v but reader is already pregnant but wrap it before you tap it)

Summary: Reunited at last, you and Rex spend the evening getting reacquainted with one another after months apart.

Ch. 01 - Ch. 02 - Ch. 03 - Ch. 04 - Ch. 05 - Ch. 06 - Ch. 07 - Ch. 08

“Hello Cyar’ika.”

You close your eyes. No. No. This can’t be possible. It’s just a dream. Another torment. You’ll open your eyes and he’ll be gone. Just like every morning. 

You open your eyes again. The Captain who stole your heart a lifetime ago remains in front of you. He is just like you remember, although the months he’s been ‘dead’ have deepened the lines on his face. He is still devastatingly handsome though. 

Taking a few steps forward, you reach out expecting him to disappear in a wisp of smoke. You tentatively place a trembling hand on his cheek. “Is this real?”

Rex closes his eyes leaning into your touch. His hand covers yours. “Yes, this is real. I’m here.” The warmth of his hand anchoring him to you. 

He has a faint outline of a scar on the right side of his head, only noticeable where his blonde hair hasn’t grown back. You can’t imagine what might have caused such a wound. 

Your heart pounds in your chest at the thought of what he’s been through. You missed him so much and the thought of him in pain makes you sick. 

This is too much. 

“I— I need some air.” You manage, leaving the Lawquanes. 

Rex watches dumbfounded through the open window as you walk down the stone path towards your home. This is not how he envisioned your reunion at all. 

Suu puts a hand on his shoulder. “Give her a minute. It’s been a long day.”

“I’ve waited months for this. I don’t want to waste any more time.” Rex decides to follow you outside. 

He can see your silhouette under the streetlights illuminating the street. He hesitates when you unlock the door to your home expecting it to swish closed behind you when you enter. But, to his surprise, you’ve left your front door open for him. He takes it as a sign to enter your home ensuring that the door is locked behind him. 

You stand in the kitchen with your back to him. Your shoulders rising and falling with quiet sobs. You hear Rex’s heavy footsteps as he crosses the room to you. His arms wrap around you and he rests his chin on your shoulder. The scent of your skin welcomes him home. You bring your hands up to hold his forearms.

“I thought I lost you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. 

“I know,” he laments with a sigh.

“The reports—they said—” you shake your head.

Rex folds you in his arms holding you against his chest. He strokes your hair mumbling words that he hopes will ease your mind at least for a brief moment. 

He had told Hunter that being dead in the Empire's eyes had its advantages. While that was and still is true, it cost him your grief and your pain. His vow to never hurt you shattered amongst the debris of his old life.

“I missed you,” you murmur, listening to the thrum of his heart. He’s alive, warm, and safe. 

“I missed you too,” he looks down at you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner.”

You cradle his face in your hands, searching his eyes. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

“And I’m not going anywhere,” his thumb traces your lips, butterflies dancing in his stomach. He kisses you like it’s the first time.

You stand on your tiptoes to press your body against his to deepen the kiss. You’ve longed for him. You need to feel his skin against yours just to prove you’re both alive. To prove that despite the universe's best efforts, Rex is here with you. 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, giving him a shy smile. “Take me to bed, Captain?”

“With pleasure,” he smiles, scooping you up into his arms bridal style. He carries you down the hall, sneaking in a few kisses to your lips.

The soft yellow glow of the lamp on your bedside table is the only source of light in your room. Rex as he gently sets you in the center of the bed. He supports his weight on his forearms so as not to crush you beneath him. His lips haven’t left yours except to release contented sighs. 

You reach to the side to shut it off but he stops you. “Leave it on. I want to see you.”

You blush under his gaze. His deft fingers slowly undo the tiny buttons on the front of your dress. It falls away from your body leaving you in just a thin pair of panties. You feel self conscious in this moment, hyper aware of every new stretch mark and pound gained since he’s last seen you. 

“Beautiful.” Rex sits back on his heels to drink you in with a tender smile tugging on his lips. That single word melts away your insecurities.

You sit up on your knees, untying the straps of your dress, tossing your dress to the floor. 

“You’re way too dressed,” you reach for the hem of Rex’s shirt. He raises his arms allowing you to peel it off him.  

You bring him back in for another heated kiss, your hand curled at the nape of his neck. His arm encircles your back, pulling your bare chest against his. His one hand encircles your breast giving it a gentle squeeze causing you to groan at the contact. Your arousal pooling between your legs. 

With your free hand, you unbuckle his belt and let it fall to the carpet with a small clink. You fumble with the button on his trousers.

“Let me,” he breaks apart from you to help in your quest to release him from the confines of his pants.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him bare underneath the fabric. A far cry from the protective layers he usually wears under his armour. His cock is already hard, a bead of pre-cum leaks from his tip. 

He moves to ease you to lay down on the mattress but you stop him with a hand on his chest. He pauses. 

“Let me take care of you, my love.” You guide him with your hands on his biceps to lay on his back. 

Rex acquiesces, stretching his long legs out. You straddle his lap, reaching between your bodies lining him up at your slick entrance. He nods in permission watching you sink down on his thick cock until he is fully seated inside your tight heat. Your moans harmonize with his at the sensation of your bodies reacquainting with each other. 

Maker, he is breathtaking when he’s underneath you. 

You caress his face contorted in pleasure. Rex leans into your touch. The look of love in his brown eyes is fuel to the fire ignited in your heart. You’ve never felt more like a goddess than you do right now. 

Your fingers trail across his chest, mapping out every scar, a sordid tale written across his bronze skin.

“These are new,” You frown. 

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he brings your hand to his lips kissing your knuckles. 

You know he’ll tell you when he’s ready. For now, you’ll enjoy this moment and how you feel. To temporarily forget the horrors of the War. You guide his hands that are entwined in yours to rest on your hips, gently rocking yourself on him. You place a steadying hand on his chest over his heart finding a steady rhythm savouring the stretch of him. 

“Rex,” you breathe.

“I got you ner Cyare.” He sits up, claiming your lips in desperation. His hand cradles the back of your neck, his other arm secure around your back holding you up. 

You wrap your legs around him gripping his broad shoulders. This new angle he has you in hits that special spot deep inside you. He swallows your moans as your tongues dance together. He thrusts his hips up and you throw your head back. Rex’s lips latch on your throat, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. You circle your hips against him stoking the flames coursing through your veins. 

“Oh, Rex, right there,” you moan, your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

You feel him smile against your skin. A red mark blooming on the sweet spot of your neck where he had latched on. “Gonna cum for me Cyar’ika?”

“Yes, please, don’t stop,” you grind against him in tandem with his thrusts. Sparks explode behind your eyes as you cum around him. The burn in your veins consumes you completely. 

Rex fucks you through your orgasm, resting his forehead against yours. His thrusts become erratic and sloppy as he chases his own release. “I love you, Cyar’ika.” He pants, his warm breath against your lips. 

“I love you Rex. So much.” You punctuate your sentiment with pecks to his lips. 

“I’m close.” He groans, holding you tighter to him. 

“Let go for me, my love.” 

His thighs tremble beneath you as he thrusts into you one final time, his cum flooding your walls. The two of you stay wrapped in each other catching your breaths.

Your limbs are like jelly when he eventually eases out of you. The two of you lay on your sides facing each other. A part of you is terrified that if you move your eyes away, even for a second, he’ll be ripped away from you once more. 

“I went to your apartment you know,” Rex traces your cheek with his fingertips breaking the companionable silence. “Seeing it empty… I thought that I’d never see you again.”

You brush a tear from his cheek. “I’m sorry that I left. I shouldn’t have given up on you. On us. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s in the past now. I never stopped loving you.”

“Neither have I,” you lean forward to kiss him. 

You feel a sharp kick in your ribs. The baby reminding you that it’s here too. “Oof.” You groan. 

“What is it?” Rex looks concerned. 

You just grab his hand and place it where the kick came from. “Feel that?”

Rex’s eyes widen at the sensation of another powerful kick underneath his palm. “Is that?”

“Yes, that’s your son.” You smile proudly. 

“My son,” he says in awe. He adjusts his position so he is eye level with your swell. “Hello ad’ika.”

Another kick and you can’t help but laugh. “I think he likes your voice.” 

Rex smiles, caressing your belly as he talks to your child. “Your mummy and I are very excited to meet you, little one.”

Your heart swells, listening to Rex murmuring in Mando’a. There’s no doubt in your mind that your child is going to be so loved. Rex looks up at you, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Come here love,” you open your arms, enveloping him in them. 

He wraps his arms around your body and you hold him. “I spent so many nights dreaming of this,” he whispers. “Dreaming of holding you in my arms again. When Jesse told me about the baby… I tried to get to you, I’m sorry I left.”

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” you tilt his chin up. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re here. That’s all I care about, the rest of it is stardust.”

Rex leans up to kiss you softly. “I’m never letting you go again.” He vows. “Speaking of which…” he extracts himself from you, moving off the bed. 

You crack a smile watching him search for something. “What’re you doing?” You pull yourself up into a seated position pulling the blanket around you. 

Rex crouches down, rustling around in the pile of your mixed clothes not answering you. He rejoins you in bed as quickly as he left, sliding under the blanket so that it covers his lap. He turns to look at you with a serious look in his eye, producing a small black velvet box in his hand. He places it in your hand. 

“Rex? What—?” 

“Open it,” he urges, biting back a giddy grin. 

You gasp, when you see what’s inside. Nestled in foam is a delicate silver ring with a square sapphire resting on top. You cover your mouth with your hand, completely speechless. 

“Will you marry me?” He asks nervously.

You nod. “Yes, yes, I will marry you.”

Rex slides the ring on your finger. Cradling your face in his hands, kissing you with the promise of eternal devotion. You match his passion in a silent pledge of your heart and soul to him.

Sleep easily finds the two of you as you hold each other. Your dreams have finally come true.

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Taglist: 

@ems-alexandra ; @loverofclones ; @citrusdoll ; @graciexmarvel

@flyingkangaroo ; @eternalwaffle ; @mrsct7567 ; @maximalblaze

@julsbvb12 ; @literallydontlook

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[cookiesabode]

@ladysongmaster-library I love your fics so much they’re just so 🥰✨💖💕💞 they’re so sweet; so cute!!! I’ve been reading every night for the past few days and I- *giddy giggling* AH! I love how much energy and detail you put into each one of them I could just die!!!

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[constantlymisspelled]

Third part of No Order 66 AU is up!

It is, unfortunately, not a fun one. There are a great deal of warnings in the tags of the fic, so please read them.

Caleb and Cal were once the very best of friends - but war is a painful burden, and not one children should ever have to bear.

Somehow, Commander Grey will make this right. For his Cadet.

(If you don't want to read this installment, that's fine. It depicts a physical altercation between minors, and has subtle nods to some rather nasty stuff, so a content warning is advised, for all the allusions to Death and Gore are not explicit.)

((Technically part of the Kesett Series, but the ship doesn't appear, so I'm not tagging it.)

#star wars #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #cal kestis #caleb dume #commander grey #original clone characters #13th battalion #13th iron battalion #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #caleb fucked around #and cal personally directed him to the find out corner #and grey had to deal with 2 angry children #he is not paid enough for this #actually he isn't paid at all #he should talk to someone about that

[monako-jinn-stories]

Echo X Fem!Reader FanFic

A Returning Echo ~ After the Citadel

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Four

“Come on, Tayah,” you say as you prepare breakfast, “you need to get up and eat so you can get to training.” No response comes, but you sense her annoyance through the force. You sigh as you set your plates down on the table, deciding to just sit and eat without her. “If you don’t come out and eat, you’ll go to training without breakfast.” Still no response, but she does come out of the room with an annoyed expression on her face.

When she sits down, she doesn’t eat. Instead, she rests her cheek in the palm of her hand and mindlessly moves the food around her plate. “Do I have to go?” she finally says, keeping her eyes down on her plate

“Elbow, Tayah,” you comment, and she grumbles as she moves her elbow from the table. “Now, I know you don’t like training, but you still have to go.”

“But why?” she whines, dropping her fork as she slouches in her seat.

“Tayah,” you say sternly, looking down at her. She avoids meeting your gaze but sits up, grabbing her fork and beginning to eat. “I don’t have permission to remove you from your training, only Master Yoda or Master Windu can do so.”

“Can you tell them I don’t want to train?”

“No. If you don’t want to train anymore, you can tell them yourself.”

“But I’m scared!”

“I can go with you,” you offer, and she finally meets your eyes. A flash of hope swirls in hers, and she begins to smile. “But,” you add, “you have to do the talking.” Her smile falls, but then it returns as she nods. 

“When can we go?”

“After your training today,” you say, standing and taking your empty plate to the sink. She whines from behind you, but you toss her a look over your shoulder and she stops. “Finish up eating. I’ll take you to your dormitory afterwards so you can get ready.”

“Why can’t you just take me now?” she asks, finishing her food and bringing her plate to you.

“Because,” you say while rinsing it off, “I have some things that I need to do before.”

“Like what?”

“Like Jedi stuff,” you respond. “Now, are you ready to go?”

“I guess,” she says, slouching over where she stands. 

“Alright, then let’s go,” you say, motioning for her to leave. When your door opens, she mopes out into the hall. You can tell that she really isn’t looking forward to training, but there isn’t anything you can do about it right now. You especially don’t want to make anyone angry for keeping her back, so this is your only choice.

As you walk, you don’t pay much attention to who you pass. Your mind is too occupied, so when Tayah shouts at Codo, you don’t notice until she runs up to him.

“Hello, little one,” Codo says, a smile coming to his face as he picks her up. “Where are you off to?”

“Y/n is making me go to training,” she replies, a sour expression coming to her face.

“Do you not like training?”

“No! Everyone is mean and doesn’t listen. The other younglings bully me as well.”

“Ah, I see,” Codo says, looking at you. “And you’re aware of this, I assume?”

“Yes, but I don’t have time to take her to the Council about it right now. Her training for today starts soon and I have other things to do before I leave for Dohbar.”

“I can take her to the Masters if you’d like,” Codo offers, and you nod.

“If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great. I’d hate to make her go if she really doesn’t want to.”

“Of course, my dear,” Codo replies, “she is my bu’ad after all.”

“Ba’buir!” Tayah cheers, giggling after she says the Mando’a word. “I remembered it!”

“Do you remember what it means?” Codo asks, and Tayah nods excitedly.

“It means grandfather! And bu’ad means grandchild!”

“Good job!” Codo says, poking her nose playfully. “Now, let’s go tell those ruug’la jetiise about your training.”

“You better not let them catch you calling them that,” you call after Codo as he begins to take Tayah away, “besides, you’re ruug’la as well.”

“Hush, I didn’t ask for your input,” he jokingly shoots back, and you just roll your eyes and smile as Tayah and him both stick their tongues out at you before heading into the elevator. You hope that the Council will come to a good decision or solution for Tayah. You don’t want her to keep getting bullied and hate training, but you don’t want her potential to be wasted. She’s already shown you that she’s strong with the force, but she doesn’t seem to want to expand on it.

You push Tayah out of your mind for the time being, as you have other things to do. You can only hope that what you’re about to do goes as well as you hope, or preferably better. 

The streets of Coruscant have always felt dangerous to you, especially district G17, but now that you have “precious cargo” with you, it feels even more dangerous. You do your best to fit in, acting normal as you walk around. Your lightsaber is hidden, and you show no sign of being a Jedi. It’s the best you can do when meeting up with Cad Bane.

“Not so fast, pretty lady,” a weequay man says from outside a bar. “I got a little question for you.”

“The answer’s no,” you respond, not pausing in your walk to speak to him. He isn’t deterred though, and starts to follow you.

“What’s someone like you doing down here?” he asks, “you charging for a fun time?”

“Kriff off,” you say, “I’m not here to do business with you.”

“Oh, you’re doing business with someone, how interesting.”

“I never said that, I just said I wasn’t doing business with you,” you counter.

“Come on, kitten, just join me in this alleyway for a few minutes. I got 20 credits on me.”

You snort in amusement and disgust at his words. “I am worth more than 20 credits.”

“And she’s not here to make a deal with scum like you,” Bane says, coming around the corner. “Step away from the little lady.”

“Or what?” the weequay says, grabbing your arm and pulling you against his chest. You hate being helpless, so you don’t wait for Bane to react. You bring up your knee before kicking back, striking the man’s knee, causing him to let go of his grip on you and fall to the ground. You then move in front of him and grab the back of his head, lifting his face up so that you can ram your knee into it. You hear and feel a crunch with the impact, and when he drops to the ground, he’s unconscious with a broken and bloody nose.

“I thought Jedi were supposed to show mercy,” Bane says, and you let out a dry huff.

“Well, I’m trying to blend in as a normal civilian right now,” you respond, turning to him. “Besides, I’m not as merciful as most Jedi, especially when it comes to myself and those I care about. Now, care to take me somewhere we can talk privately?”

“Right this was, my lady,” he says, motioning for you to follow him. He leads you over to a speeder, and before you get on, he hands you a helmet. 

“What’s this for?” you ask, not quite trusting it.

“I don’t want you to see how to get to this place,” Bane explains. “This helmet will block you from seeing.”

“Why don’t you want me to know where we’re going?”

“Because, Jedi,” he says, “I might work with you, but I don’t trust you. You could get tired or bored of me at any moment and turn me in to the authorities.”

“Fair point I guess,” you say, putting the helmet on. He helps you onto the speeder before getting on in front of you. “Just be careful. If I fall off, I’ll have a hard time catching myself with this on.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he replies, “you’ll be safe with me.” As soon as he finishes his sentence, you feel the bike jolt forward as he accelerates. You quickly reach forward, grabbing onto him so that you don’t fly backward. You hear him chuckling, and glare into the darkness of the helmet, hoping that he can sense your annoyance.

The ride is silent, and you try to use the force to track where you’re going, but he seems to have predicted you would do this, because he’s going in circles and getting you mixed up in your mind. After a while you give up, relaxing and just holding on as he speeds around Coruscant. The hum of the speeder and darkness surrounding you makes you tired, and you begin to feel yourself dozing off. Your head ends up resting against Bane’s back as he flies the speeder, and when he finally stops, Bane turns slightly to shake you back awake.

“Tired?”

“It’s been a long few weeks…” you sigh, stretching your arms out before getting off the speeder. “Can I take this off yet?”

“Wait a few more minutes,” he replies, grabbing your elbow and leading you inside a building. He silently takes you up a set of stairs and down a hall before pausing, and after a second you hear buttons being pushed and a door opening. Once inside, he closes the door and tells you that you can remove the helmet. When you do, you immediately notice that he’s brought you to an apartment.

“Did you bring me to your home?” you ask curiously, taking in the bare room before you.

“You wanted somewhere private to talk, this is as private as it gets,” he says. “Shoes off at the door, I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve been walking in.”

“Someone is a clean freak,” you mumble, and when you bend down to remove your shoes, you feel something poke your head before bouncing off. You look at the ground and see a toothpick at your feet, and then you look up at Bane in slight confusion. “Did you just throw a toothpick at me?”

“Be respectful to me in my own home and it won’t happen again,” he responds. You just roll your eyes before bending down again and taking your shoes off. “So, what did you want to meet up to talk about? And why did you need somewhere private to talk?”

“I need to know I can trust you first,” you say as you move to a seat, and he just stares at you blankly. “I’m serious, Bane.” 

“Fine. You can trust me.”

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and trying to settle your thoughts. You can’t believe you’re about to admit this to Bane, but you need protection from the underworld and crime world in case the wrong people find out. “I’m pregnant.”

The air in the room goes stiff, and you open your eyes to see Bane’s shocked expression. He stares at you quietly, and you wait patiently for his response.

“How long have you known?”

“Long enough. I’m more than halfway through, and the Jedi Council knows.”

“Does anybody else?”

“A few troopers, people from Dohbar, a couple other Jedi, and a few trustworthy senators.”

“Hmm,” Bane hums, leaning over and holding his chin as he thinks. “Why are you trusting me with this information?”

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“I don’t know anyone who gives late term terminations if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“What? No!” you say, slight offense filling your tone, “I need your protection.”

“Protection? From what? I’m not a bodyguard,” he says, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back.

“From bounty hunters and whoever else might want to hurt her when she’s born.”

“Ah, so the princess is having a little princess of her own,” he comments.

“Focus, Bane,” you say. “Can you do it or not?”

“Sure,” he says, “on one condition.”

“What?”

“Let me visit her,” he says, and you blink at him in shock. 

“What?”

“Let me visit her. I’ll be an…honorary uncle.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” he asks, and you shake your head. “I’m serious. I want to be a part of her life.”

“Why?”

“Because, then I can also keep a better eye on her. I can come up with cover stories if I need to. And, I happen to like babies. I think they’re quite cute.”

“Fine,” you agree. “But you’re not allowed to take her anywhere, and your visits will be supervised.”

“Fine by me,” he says. You reach out and shake hands with him, but he surprises you by doing something he’s never done before, and something you’d never expect him to do. His arms wrap around you in a hug, and for a second you stand stiff, but then you return the gesture. 

“I can see in your eyes that you’re hurting, y/n,” he says as he holds you. “You’re grieving. I can only wonder who it is.”

“Her father,” you whisper, and his hold on you tightens slightly.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Did he know?”

“No. I stupidly told him that I had a surprise for him and would tell him about it when he got back to Coruscant from his mission.”

“And I’m guessing he never returned?” You shake your head no, and he nods. “I’ll protect your daughter for him, and for you. I’ll do everything I can.”

“Thank you, Bane.” You pull away from him then and wipe the few tears that had started to fall. When you meet his eyes again, a new look is in them. Genuine care and friendship is there, and you smile at him. He gives you his own small smile back before you put on your shoes and head out. 

“If you don’t mind,” he says, holding the helmet out to you. You take it without complaint, and sit on the back of the speeder as he takes you back to district G17. Once there, you take the helmet off and realize that he hadn’t actually taken you to district G17. He’d taken you right outside the Jedi Temple.

“Didn’t want you wandering the streets alone,” he explains, and you smile again at him. He nods his goodbye and takes off, and then you make your way up the stairs and back inside.

Once inside, your comm begins to go off. You answer it and are surprised to hear Mace’s voice.

“Hello, Master Jinn,” he says, “are you free to come by the Council room?”

“Uh, sure, I just got back to the Temple, and I will be leaving soon, but I can stop by real quick.”

“Great, we will see you in a few, then.”

The comm ends and you head to the elevator, stopping to drop by your quarters and grab your robe on the way up. Once there, you notice that only a few of the masters are present. Codo, Plo, Yoda, and Mace are the ones here, and they’re standing in the center of the room.

“Ah, y/n,” Plo says when you step out of the elevator, “thank you for coming on short notice.”

“Of course, Master Plo,” you respond. “Is everything alright?”

“We called you here to talk about Tayah Caree,” Mace says, and you nod in understanding. “We know that you are already aware of Codo bringing her to us earlier to tell us of her dissatisfaction and incidents during training, but we also have spent some time further analyzing her situation.”

“We have noticed a trend with her, and that trend is that she is not able to let go of her attachments as other younglings have,” Plo explains. “Her connection to her brother specifically is holding her back. As he makes friends and progresses, she is holding herself back with wanting to remain close to him, and is unable to do as he does and move on.”

“And while she is strong with the force, she does not often connect to it, and when she does, she struggles to do so,” Mace finishes.

“I see,” you say, looking between them. “If you’re telling me this and wanting me to help, I’m afraid I don’t know what I could possibly do. I might be able to try and talk to her some more, but I don’t want her to grow to rely on others too much.”

“Actually, y/n, we’re not asking you to help Tayah with this,” Mace says, “we’re asking if you can take her back to Dohbar with you. We have discussed it and we have decided that we do not see her fit to become a Jedi.”

“We know that separating her and Ringo will be hard, but we believe it is for the best.”

You think about the situation for a second. You want the best for the twins, but you’d hate to be the one to separate them. But, you don’t really have a choice, either, and you had already been the one to separate them from their parents before. Besides, Tayah has expressed wanting to end her training, so perhaps it won’t be all that bad for her.

“Alright, masters,” you say, “I’ll take her back with me when I go to Dohbar today.”

“Thank you, Master Jinn,” Mace says. You nod in response, meeting Codo’s eyes before you turn to leave the room. You hear him say something to the others before he joins you as you get into the elevator.

“I know it will be difficult to separate them,” he says, “if you don’t mind, I’d like to come along with you.”

“Sure, sounds great,” you say. “I know Ahni and Kwol will be glad to see you, and you can help me with some preparations.”

“Preparations for what?” he questions, and you smile at him while placing a hand on your bump.

“For Echoa, of course,” you say before stepping out of the elevator and starting down the hall to your quarters. “I’m planning on leaving at 1500,” you say, “do you think you could meet me on the royal transport at that time?”

“Yes, and I can bring Tayah as well,” he says. You nod and thank him before heading into your room, where you pack up and prepare for your trip home.

When you head down to the hangar, you spot some familiar looking armor. A grin spreads across your face and you decide to sneak up on one of the troopers. The others around him notice you, but you quickly motion for them to act oblivious. Hardcase barely hides his smirk, and Fives notices his expression quiver. You curse silently to yourself when you realize he’s beginning to turn around.

“What are you looking-AH.” As Fives begins to turn around, you sneak up behind him, and take your opportunity to grab him when he isn't looking. “Kriffing hells, y/n,” he says when he turns to see you laughing with the others. “I’m sensitive.”

“Oh, yeah, alright,” you laugh, and he shakes his head while grinning as well. “Where are you boys off to today?” you ask.

“General Skywalker has orders to go back to Felucia,” Fives says, “I’m not too excited about it.”

“Maybe you’ll run into a rancor,” you say, and a sour expression comes to Fives’s face.

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping to not happen.”

“What, you don’t think they’re cute?” you tease, and he shakes his head and points over his shoulder.

“Hardcase here will probably try to ride it,” he says.

“And I’ll have to deal with the consequences,” Rex comments as he walks over. “Good to see you, y/n.”

“And you too, Rex,” you reply. “Excited to go back to Felucia?”

“No,” he responds, scrunching his face in disgust.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t think it’s that bad there?”

“Yes,” they all say, and you just roll your eyes before giggling. 

“Alright, I’ll let you all finish getting ready. I have somewhere to go as well.”

“Oh, really? Where is it?” Fives asks, “maybe I can escort you-”

“You’re not getting out of going to Felucia, Fives,” Rex states, and Fives just dramatically sighs and mopes back over to the ship. You laugh again and wave to them as you turn away. When you do, you spot Sans, Hex, Steele, Aid, and Tie all making their way onto the transport with their packs. 

“So, what are your plans for us on Dohbar?” Sans asks when you join them on the transport.

“You’re going to help me prepare a nursery and decorate,” you say, earning a look of confusion from him. “I mean, unless you want to do something else.”

“I will happily help you prepare for you baby, mesh’la,” he responds before adding, “I also do want some time to be lazy.”

“Don’t worry, Sans,” you say, offering him a smile, “you’ll have plenty of time to be lazy.”

“Hey, y/n,” Tie calls from the cockpit, “what’re the coords for Dohbar again?”

“I’ll help him,” Codo calls, and you head to the back to catch up with the others.

“Hey now,” Aid says as you walk into the sleeping quarters, “be careful with that.”

“I will!” Tayah says, and you look to see her holding a blaster and aiming it around.

“Tayah, give that to me,” you say, walking over and taking the blaster from her. “Now, whose bright idea was it to give a child a blaster?”

“Ah, relax, y/n,” Steele says, “we were using the ends of blasters as binkies when we were babies.”

“Well Tayah didn’t, and she doesn’t know how to properly handle a blaster anyway.” You go to give Steele his blaster back, but when you look at it, you notice something that makes you angry. “The stun wasn’t even on! She could have shot one of you!”

“Calm down, y/n, it’s alright,” Sans says, resting a hand on your shoulder. “No one got hurt-”

“But they could have!” you say, pushing his arm off your shoulder. “Don’t you think that, with everything I’ve been through lately, you should be smarter about these sorts of things?”

“For the record, I told them it was a bad idea,” Hex says, and you just shoot him a glare.

“Look, I don’t want to yell, and I don’t want to be angry at you guys, but please, don’t do stuff to start risky situations when they can be avoided.”

“Sorry, y/n,” Steele says, and you give him a small smile.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for yelling,” you say before turning to Tayah. “Your mother will hear nothing of this.” She nods and mimics zipping her lips, and you grin at her before sitting on your bunk. As you do, Tie begins to yell and call you all up front. His voice sounds unsettled, so you tell Tayah to stay in the back while you all go see what’s going on.

“It appears we’re not going to have a very peaceful flight,” Codo says, and you look out the viewport as a Separatist ship faces you.

“We’re in a royal transport, why would they want anything to do with us?” you ask.

“Perhaps they’re hoping to assassinate a leader,” Hex says, “too bad the only leader we have is a Jedi.”

“They’re pullin’ us in tuh board,” Tie says, “I can’t fight it.”

“I guess we have to get ready to fight, then,” you say, grabbing your lightsaber as the feeling of the ships connecting shakes you.

“I’ll go see what’s going on,” Sans says, but you immediately grab his arm to stop him and pull him back.

“If they see that you’re a clone, they’re going to suspect that there’s more, and I don’t need you getting killed.”

“Aw, I’m glad you care about me, mesh’la,” he counters, “but it’s my duty to protect you and my little niece.”

“Sans, you will not leave this ship unless I tell you to,” you say, “that is an order.”

“Respectfully, I’m not going to follow your order.”

“Fine. I’m at least going with you, and I’m going first.”

“No-”

“I can knock you out with the force,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Fine,” he replies. You nod and turn to go open the door, but what you see makes your heart drop and your blood chill.

“Tayah!” you scream, and the little girl barely has time to turn and look at you before a droid snatches her up. “Let go of her!” you yell, sprinting forward and jumping towards them. Another droid behind them shoots at you, and hits your arm that holds your lightsaber.

“Y/n!” Sans yells, bending down to check on you, but you shove him away, terror in your eyes.

“Get Tayah back!” you yell, and he straightens up to start sprinting forward, but it’s no use. The Separatist ship's door shuts, and Tayah’s screams are cut off. You attempt to get up and run, but the boarding way begins to detach.

“We need to get back to the transport,” Sans says, pulling you back. You try to fight against him, but then you start to realize you have no choice but to go back. You jump back inside and slam the door shut before running up to the cockpit.

“We have to follow them!” you yell, and Tie shakes his head.

“How’re we s’possed to know where they went?”

“I don’t know! But we need to get Tayah back!”

“I can’t track ‘em or follow ‘em without a device to help me.”

“We can’t just let Tayah die!”

“Y/n, calm down, my child-”

“No!” you yell at Codo, shoving his arm off of you. “I have already done enough to destroy that family. I will not let Tayah be lost!”

“We cannot do anything to help,” he says, and you just shake your head, tears beginning to pour down your face. “I’m sorry.”

“We can’t just give up!” you say, your voice beginning to break. “We can’t just let them take her!”

“If there was a way for us to save her, then we would try, but they jumped into hyperspace. We don’t have any way to track them. All we can do is keep a lookout in the future.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head, “no, there has to be something! Anything!”

“I’m sorry, mesh’la,” Sans says, resting his hand on your back. That’s when you truly break, and you push away from him to head to the back. He tries to follow but Codo stops him, shaking his head to tell him not to go. Sans watches as you close the door to the quarters, and the rest of Jawa Squad exchange glances. Sure, they weren’t particularly close to Tayah, but she’s just a child, and she’s been kidnapped under their care, seemingly without any hope for recovery. 

“Continue on our course to Dohbar,” Codo states, and Tie looks at him with a slight aghast expression before turning to Sans, who just gives him a single nod. The pilot lets out a heavy breath, and puts the coordinates back into the ship before beginning to continue their flight.

Aid excuses himself from the group and heads over to the quarters, he knocks before letting himself in, closing the door behind him. He sees you curled up on your bunk, silent tears falling onto your pillow.

“Can I take a look at your wound?” he asks, but you just shake your head. He sits on the little space next to you and rests his hand on your arm. “I…I know what it’s like. To feel like you didn’t do enough to help save someone. Someone you love. Someone who is family.” You don’t respond, but you stop sniffling enough to listen. “When Bomber died, I was supposed to be the medic to save him. I was supposed to make his injuries go from fatal to minor. And…a part of me hasn’t ever forgiven myself for not being able to do more. And I know the rest of them, especially Tie, hold it against me as well. Even if they don’t realize it. But sometimes…sometimes all we do is all we can. Sometimes…bad things happen, and no matter how hard we try, we can’t change the outcome.”

“All she wanted was to go home to her parents,” you say quietly, “she just wanted to be a princess again, to grow up and enjoy her life…”

“I know, y/n,” Aid says. “And I’m so sorry that this happened.”

“I’m sorry about Bomber,” you reply. “I miss him too. But losing him wasn’t your fault.”

“And losing Tayah wasn’t yours,” he says before reaching down and moving your face to look up at him. His smile is genuine and filled with sympathy, and it makes you want to cry more. “Let me look at your wound,” he says quietly, and you don’t fight him this time. The two of you fall into silence as he works, and you feel yourself internally struggling. The Jedi within you wants you to let go of the guilt and accept what happened, and forgive yourself. But the other part of you doesn’t want to give up, it wants to go out there and rescue her, but you can’t do it alone.

“What am I going to tell Ahni and Kwol…” you say after a while. Aid has been finished tending to your arm for some time, and has been silently sitting with you and keeping you company.

“Did they know she was coming back?”

“No,” you say, and Aid bites his lip before turning away to respond.

“Well…this isn’t exactly a…morally good choice…”

“Aid,” you say, sitting up and making him face you, “what are you suggesting?” He tries to keep his eyes from meeting yours, but it’s pointless. He meets your gaze and sighs, standing up and taking a few steps before turning back to you.

“They already didn’t get to see her as it was when she was at the Temple. Now, they won’t see her anyway, because who knows what the Separatists are going to do.”

“Aid,” you say sternly, standing up to move closer to him. “What are you suggesting?”

“Don’t tell them what happened,” he says, letting out a breath afterwards. You stare at him silently before shaking your head, scoffing as you turn away. “Y/n, it’s better than to worry them-”

“Their daughter has been kidnapped!”

“I know, just,” he says, running his hand over his hair and grabbing the end of his braid briefly before letting go and letting out a deep breath, “just think about how worried they’ll be. Think about how distraught Ahni will be. And then imagine how they’ll feel when your daughter is born.” 

You swallow hard before clenching your jaw, knowing that he has a few good points. Internally, you know it’s awful, and that you’d be a terrible person if you kept this from them. But you also knew that if you didn’t tell them, they’d be oblivious to anything bad happening to her. The most you’ll have to do is lie about her progress and her training. 

Instead of responding, you open the door and head to the cockpit. The others turn to look at you, and without meeting anyone’s gaze, you let out a sigh and tell them the plan. “No one mentions Tayah or what happened to her.” You feel the air in the room go cold, and yet no one speaks to object. “Ahni and Kwol will be distraught if we tell them. For all they know, she’s safe and back on Coruscant. And they’ll keep believing that for as long as possible. I know this is awful, and that they deserve to know the truth about their daughter, but right now, this is the best way to keep everyone calm and happy.”

“I agree with your decision, my child,” Codo says, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. This time, you don’t push him away. Instead, you turn and wrap your arms around him. He returns the hug, holding you close and comforting you. “I promise, we will do all that we can if we get the chance. For now, you need to let go.”

“Okay, Master,” you whisper, and in your mind, you go deep to find the memory of Tayah. You imagine yourself grabbing it, and taking it to the void. You imagine letting it go, and imagine it falling out of sight. You feel yourself moving past the incident, and beginning to let go. Your emotions begin to calm, and though you still feel sad and guilty, they no longer overwhelm you. When you pull away from Codo, the troopers of Jawa Squad all have sympathetic but understanding expressions.

“Thank you, all of you,” you say. “For doing all that you could, and for sticking by my side through everything. I don’t deserve to have such honorable, trustworthy, and amazing friends as you.”

“You deserve way more than that, mesh’la,” Sans says, “but we’re happy to be here, and we’ll stay for as long as you allow us.” You smile up at him and let them all engulf you in a group hug. You feel Codo spreading warmth and comfort through the force, and for the time that you’re surrounded by them, you feel as though all is well.

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[firstofficerwiggles]

Need Some Help?

Pairing: Wolffe x Female Reader 

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1700

Warnings: tension, light teasing, kissing

Author’s Note: I know I have WIPs (and I promise I am working on them), but this thought wouldn’t leave me alone today and I had to write it up just for @imabeautifulbutterfly I hope you enjoy it too! Also while I try to keep Reader fairly non-descript, in this case she is shorter than the clones in order to fit the premise.

Everything in this place is designed for tall people, you think while you’re trying yet again to reach the supplies you need. You stretch up on your tiptoes and your fingertips just barely skim the box you’re trying to get.

“Need some help with that?” a deep voice says over your shoulder and you turn to look into the handsome face of Commander Wolffe. 

You’re about to protest, stubbornly, that you can do it, when he leans into you and reaches the box with ease. His tall, firm body brushes against yours and you feel your heart skip a beat. Your face fills with heat and you suddenly feel like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. When he brings the box down to your hands, you reach to take it but stumble a little. His hands cup yours, steadying them.

“Th-thank you, C-Commander,” you stutter in your flustered state. You’ve known the Commander for months now with your posting on the Triumphant, but this is the first time he’s been so close to you. 

“You’re welcome, Lieutenant,” he replies pleasantly, a whisper of a smile passing over his features.

“I appreciate it,” you manage to get out before turning away and hurrying off.

Well now, that was interesting, Wolffe thinks as he watches you walk away and he admires your form, particularly the way your hips sway when you walk. He’s been finding you interesting for a while, noting that you’re a dedicated officer, and damn pretty to boot. Until this moment though, he’s never noticed that he’s had any particular effect on you, but this little interaction is giving him ideas. I think it’s time for a fun little experiment.

The next day you’re in the officer’s mess standing near the caf machine, waiting for your turn. As you wait, Commander Wolffe comes up, also in search of a pick-me-up drink. You nod to him in greeting and turn back to the machine. Finally the officer in front of you finishes, and you reach out to grasp a mug when you feel Wolffe’s large masculine hand lightly caress yours. You’re so startled the mug slips from your hand, but before it can fall and shatter, Wolffe is there, catching it.

“Didn’t mean to surprise you, Lieutenant,” he tells you, his voice sounding cordial, “I was just trying to grab a mug too.”

“Did you want to go ahead, Commander?” you offer, your heart is still racing, but at least you didn’t stutter this time.

“No, no, you go ahead,” he responds, and motions for you to get your caf.

“Thank you, sir,” you say as you begin to fill your mug.

“No need to thank me, you were here first,” he points out and then he gives you a smile. Not a little quirk of the lips, not a smirk, an honest to goodness smile. You’re so stunned you don’t realize your mug is full and the hot liquid spills out, burning your fingers.

“Oh my!” You gasp and turn off the machine. You quickly set down the too full mug and hold your hand close to your chest.

“Did you hurt yourself? Let me see.” Wolffe moves closer to you and grasps your wrist so he can inspect the damage.

“It only hurts a little bit, I think I was more surprised than anything,” you try to explain, “I don’t know why I’m so clumsy.”

“Hmm, you need some cold water on this,” he tells you.

Still holding your wrist, he walks you over to the small sink in the room and turns on the water. He guides your hand under the stream, keeping you in place. You can’t even feel the caf burn anymore because all you can focus on is the feel of his hand on your wrist. As his gaze is trained on your burnt fingers, you sneak a glance at his face. His handsome face may bear a scar, but it’s still charming and so very attractive to you. You're lost for a moment in thought as you study his features and you don’t realize how much you’re staring at him until he turns to look you directly in the eye.

“Something drawing your attention, my dear?” Wolffe asks, his tone amused.

“I didn’t mean to stare,” you blurt out, Maker you have no charm when you’re around him, “I think my hand is fine now.” 

You pull away and grab a small towel, drying yourself off. You manage to squeak out a ‘thank you, sir’ to him. You stare for another moment and then catching yourself, you practically run from the mess, until you’re back at your station. You can hear the faintest chuckle as you dash away. You’re just settling back into your work and calming down when you hear Wolffe’s voice at your ear,

“You seem to have forgotten your drink,” he murmurs and then places a mug of caf on your desk. 

His face is so close to yours that if you turned your head just a touch you could kiss him. Kiss him! What am I thinking! Your cheeks burn and your mouth falls open but no words come out. He pats your shoulder,

“You’re welcome, my dear.”

You can’t even get out a syllable or nod your head to thank him before he’s gone.

The rest of your week is full of much of the same; everywhere you go, Wolffe is there, and somehow he always ends up in your personal space, touching you. The man must think you’re a complete idiot by now because you can barely string together two words when he’s so close to you. You can’t help it though, your little crush on him has turned into a full blown obsession. He’s all you can think about and you’re worried you’re going to embarrass yourself so badly in front of him one of these days. Although, there’s been plenty of embarrassing moments already. There was that time in the gym when he touched your arm to help you improve your form with the weights. Then you ran into him in the records room, he helped you place some files high up on a shelf, his fingers brushing yours each time you handed him a file. Finally, the other day you were in a crowded lift with him and a few other officers but somehow you ended up pushed right up against him, your back to his chest, at one point you could swear you felt his hand on your hip steadying you. You were so worked up after that you had to go hide in your quarters for a good hour, feigning sickness.

At least today you know you’re in the clear. You are scheduled to do inventory all day today. It’s a dull job, but you’re actually looking forward to being able to hide away for a little while. Corporal Comet is coming to help you too and that makes you smile. He’s always friendly and easy to be around. You’re already on the ship’s cargo deck, surveying one of the shelves when you hear footsteps approaching. You turn around to greet your co-worker for the day, a big smile on your face.

“Hi Comet, thanks for–,” You stop short when you see that it isn’t Comet standing there, but Commander Wolffe, showing up once again when you weren’t expecting it. Your mouth drops open in surprise and before you can bite your tongue, you hear yourself say, “You again?”

Wolffe laughs, deep and rich, “That’s right, me again.” He takes in your shocked face, “What? You only have smiles for Comet? I’ll have to let him know.” When he saw that Comet had been scheduled to work with you, he immediately changed the assignments so that he could finally have a little time alone with you. After days of teasing you, he was ready for more. 

You stumble to answer him, your heart is beating itself into a tizzy, “No, sir, I- I’m sorry… that is I just wasn’t expecting you, and it’s… well, I seem to run into you all over the ship lately.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Wolffe moves closer to you, a smirk on his face. He rests his arm on the shelf, leaning more into your personal space.

You blink up at him, wide-eyed, “N-no, it’s not a bad thing, I didn’t mean to imply that, I just meant… well, I think…” You have no idea how to finish that sentence, you simply can’t think when he’s so close and looking right in your eyes.

“Tell me, Lieutenant, do you get this flustered with all the men on this ship, or is it just me?” He gives you a soft and lazy smile.

“It’s just you,” you whisper, your treacherous voice giving you away. You look at the ground, so embarrassed to have admitted that to him.

“Hmm, is there a reason for that, do you think?” Wolffe dares to lean in even closer to you and places two fingers under your chin, tilting your head back up so you’re looking at him again.

“I have a crush on you,” you blurt out and then immediately wish you could melt onto the floor and disappear.

Wolffe just smiles more, “Well, I’m glad to hear that, because I feel the same way about you.” He places a hand on your waist and tugs you closer to him.

“You- you do?” you ask incredulously, and then it dawns on you that your little run-ins all week might not have been so accidental, “Wait, have you been flirting with me?”

“I was trying to,” he chuckles, “But you like to dart away from me, so I wasn’t sure how you really felt.”

Feeling a surge of happiness, you tell him, “I just need to get used to being so close to you.”

“Let me help with that,” Wolffe says and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

Thank you for reading!

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[rollinginthestars]

Have a really good idea; the only problem is I have no clue how to write Anakin.

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[a-single-tulip]

Hello all! Last time I wrote a fic and posted it on here was allllll the way back in May, so here's a little something for you guys that I decided to write!

As usual, I tagged accordingly on AO3, so make sure to read all the tags on there carefully, and if you don't vibe with any of them feel free to skip out on this fic. (Although this one is on the softer side and is only tagged as Mature because of NSFW implications, so minors DNI!)

Pairing: Commander Fox x GN!Reader

Word Count: 914

Tag List: @wizardofrozz, @hetalianskywalker, @techs-feral-wife, @starrylothcat [hmu and lemme know if any of y'all wanna be added to my tag list]

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[starbeltconstellation]

FINALLY!!! 😖✊✊✊

I am done with my next chapter from my Star Wars Anakin/OC fic. 🎊🎉🥳

So happy to have finally been able to finish it. 🥰🥰

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Tagging People who I know are interested:

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