#I need a 212th shirt idea

[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (49/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: fluff, just fluff

Summary: The festivities have begun, and the anticipation is getting to Obi-Wan.

A/n: ATTENTION PLEASE, since I updated so late, there will not be another update tonight, or tomorrow since I have to work super late... BUT there will most definitely be a very long episode dropped on Saturday and oop- 50 is going to be a massive win for obi and his little one

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"Are the curls too flat?"

The stylists had been poking and prodding about your face and hair for the last several hours, and you weren't sure if you'd ever make it to the event for how long it was taking. Padme's stylists, experienced with her look, had finished long before you, and it seemed like now she was just feeding them more ideas.

"No, they look angelic, let the small pieces frame her face and twist the rest back on the sides," she instructed, and they did just that.

You couldn't see a thing that was happening, so for all you knew, this could be a big joke, and you'd show up looking the same as you always did... of course Padme would never do that do you, but the thought still crossed your mind.

It was rather strange that they never once let you look in the mirror. They claimed that 'we're the ones who need to see, not you.' Which was simply infuriating, but you digress, it was a little fun being able to pretend just for the day that you weren't a Jedi.

"That's lovely Juri, she's absolutely stunning," Padme came back in the room, bringing the dresses for you both to fit into.

The stylists gawked and awed at the beauty of them both and it was only now that you caught a glimpse of padme's dress. It was a lovely dark navy, with strings of iridescent stones laid over it, the way they shimmed in the light made them look like stars against a night sky. Whoever made Padme's dresses, they sure knew what they were doing, the girl was never dressed less than a princess, and you loved that about her. She was easily seen in a crowd, she always stood out. She was one of the loveliest beings in the galaxy, and you always felt it an honor to be in her presence.

"Alright, it's time."

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Obi-Wan was unsure about the formal set of clothes. They didn't look bad, perse, but the person staring back at him in the mirror wasn't the General Kenobi everyone was used to. He looked far more refined, and regal. He looked like he probably descended from royalty, and he had that of great riches beyond compare.

The trousers and boots were about normal, but from the waist up, it was like a whole different person. The dark undershirt, borderline black, but there was a hint of the darkest green embedded in it. Over that was the formal shirt, much tighter and restricting than his robes were, but he supposed it was a nice contrast to the light shades of them, as the deep brown looked so earthy and warm. The last thing to adorn his body was the vest, made of some sort of leather, and the glossy black only faintly reflected the light as he pulled it to rest over his shoulders. He did look nicer than usual, he could admit it, but it still didn't feel like him.

He supposed he would brush everything aside and wear this outfit, for the sake of Padme, and for the sake of you, whom would also be forced to wear garb outside of your normal pickings.

He left the room and headed to the main hallway, following after many of the 212th members who were on their way outside. The large hovercraft that awaited them were decorated with some of Naboo's prettiest flowers, including the ones you loved so much and had told him about. The sparkling blue ones that glowed in the light. You'd said that they reminded you of him, and had been nearly the exact shade of his lightsaber. Looking at them now, he knew that you were right, it was uncanny.

He'd pick one to present to you, however he felt he should not shorten it's life by doing so, as you'd want to see it grow to its full potential.

He approached one of the palace staff, seeing as though he wasn't busy with anything, and was simply overseeing that the clones were loaded on the hover-ships that would carry them over the water. The man was quite surprised to see the Jedi in such an outfit that made him near unrecognizable. He had always liked the senator's taste, though.

"General Kenobi, how may I assist you?" The man bowed in reverence, and Obi-Wan ducked his head shyly in response.

"I'm looking for my Padawan, I was sure I could find her here, but it appears she hasn't shown up yet," he explained, his hands fidgeting and likely giving away how anxious he was to see you. It's not like was was trying to hide it, anyway.

"Oh yes, I remember I was to tell you she will be arriving at the venue separately, as she will be accompanying the senator."

Obi-Wan, though massively patient in quite literally any other circumstance, had to restrain himself from arguing with this man over the situation, and walked away before he could even think of demanding to see you.

"Thank you, if it is alright, I'll board with my men," and then he was on his way.

The trip over the water was beautiful, very scenic and calming, actually. He'd never truly experienced a tour of this planet, although he'd been here several times on account of the senator, and back then queen. He'd seen Theed, and he'd been in the forested regions, even exploring the underwater world of the Gungans, but this? This smooth ride over the lake country where he could see the lovely outline of the cliffs and the mountains against the sky, with every little detail now pointed out to him through the attention they drew, this was paradise. A real vacation if he could swear it was one. Now the only thing missing was you.

"Excuse me sir, I don't believe we've ever met," one of the clones came up behind the general, teasing him to see if he'd respond to the joke. Some of the others laughed at him, and Obi-Wan sighed as he turned around. "General Kenobi, is that you? You look uh... a little different."

"Trapper, if you're going to mock me, please do so outside of my vicinity."

But of course, having heard his annoyance, they only wanted to poke more fun at him, so for the rest of the journey, he was no longer able to simply enjoy the landscapes around him, but endured being made fun of by the men he lead on almost everyday.

Reaching the port, he was able to see another hovercraft in the distance, and hoped you would be here soon, but having seen the festivities that awaited, he was able to relax and disembark with his clones until then.

The décor was amazing, as it always was, and he knew that this time Padme had outdone herself. There was not a moment where that woman was not the most decadent person he'd ever met. He could hear music as he approached the venue, and it was lovely, the sounds were peaceful and serene, the stringed instruments in harmony with each other really set the mood of this celebration, and although his men were all rough and normally very boorish, they seemed to be exuding their most refined courteousness. If this party could turn his soldiers into gentlemen, it could do anything.

He was ushered in by the other hosts of the night, being greeted by the large doors of the hall and shown inside where the refreshments were. He walked slowly down the large set of stairs that lead to a wide dance floor, open to anyone who may take part in such an activity. He was obviously not known for dancing, although he was sure it wouldn't take much convincing if only a certain someone would ask.

"You look tense, General. You nervous?" Cody, ever the reliant commander, seemed rather troubled about his superior, as he hadn't seen him clench his fists that tight since the last mission.

"I'll be fine, I think I just need a drink," he all but joked, following Cody over to the bar, which had been ever so generously provided for them.

As more people began to pour into the room, the party seemed to grow more alive. The people of Naboo were a very hospitable people, and welcomed them all with open arms. There was not a clone unoccupied in the large celebration hall, as the guests kept them busy, telling stories of their successes in the war. The people found it fascinating, and of course the soldiers themselves were all to happy to comply with their requests for stories and recalled memories of victory. Obi-Wan was happy to see them so happy, enjoying the celebration he truly believed was meant for them. He was not a leader without them, and they were the reason for all his achievements.

"The senator is here," the in-tuned Jedi heard someone behind him, and turned around, seeing a small clustered group at the top of the stairs.

He set his unfinished drink on the countertop, waiting for the group to finish greeting the hosts at the top so they might come down. He knew you were with her, which is why he was paying such close attention.

It was all so quick, the way Padme lead her assistants and yourself down the stairs, and he first saw you... his jaw nearly went slack on the floor.

Your dress, though modest to some extent, showed off your most pleasing attributes. It was green, and blue, representing the earth and waters of this planet, with the ever so small bouts of pink to accentuate the plant life. The broadness of your shoulders were looking divine with the shimmer of the satin vines that cascaded around them, holding the rest of the dress together. Your skin was glowing, and he couldn't help but notice the stretch of your legs, coming through the slits of tulle that surrounded them. Crystal looking shoes you wore that were adorned with vines and flowers that crawled all the way up your knee and stopped right under your thighs, which were also halfway visible. You had your head ducked parallel to the stairs while you walked down them, and if he knew you, and he did, it was because you were utterly terrified you were going to trip and fall down them. He was not yet able to see your face, but your hair was lovely. Normally wild and untamed atop your head, it had been smoothed into gentle curls which laid effortlessly on your shoulders. The sides were pulled back and up, into twists on the back of your head, held in place with light pink flowers like the ones on the dress.

He started walking towards you when you were nearing the bottom, and his heart was racing before his steps even moved him forward. There were couples that had stopped on the dance floor to watch the senator come in, but nothing could stop him from getting to you, now on the ground where he stood. He finally stopped before you, and you lifted your head, not at all surprised to be meeting his eyeline. You could feel his anticipation from a mile away.

He almost couldn't breath, yes, you took his breath away. He dared not look away for even a second, even as Padme greeted him with a 'good evening, General Kenobi.'

"It's lovely to see you, malady," he spoke, sparing her a single glance, but his eyes were drawn back to you like magnets, and it was completely free from his own will of controlling himself.

You smiled cheekily, observing him in his entirety. He cleaned up very nice. Of course, you preferred the ragged Jedi you knew, but this was a nice change from the normal.

"Obi, you look very handsome," you told him, stepping closer to admire how completely royal he looked. Like a prince of a far away planet. His cheeks turned red, but he was quick to return the compliment, although a bit flustered from yours.

"And you look beautiful," he felt that word didn't compare to how you looked, and he didn't want to settle for it, but he did, knowing he would look foolish if he kept quiet long enough to think of something else. This galaxy had not seen such a marvelous wonder as you, therefore the word for your beauty did not exist, and he decided on that.

He his hand to you, and you took it, watching closely as he raised the hand to his lips and kissed the top of it delicately.

"You must excuse me, I should greet the other guests," she said, backing away slowly, but she knew that her presence would not be minded to leave, as you both seemed rather... entranced at the moment. She was very happy, however, to see that her hard work had paid off.

The music started back up again, and it was only this moment that Obi-Wan had noticed it stopped, for when you entered the room, in his mind it seemed to continue, even more astounding than it had been before.

He pulled you along with him to the side of the stairway, avoiding causing traffic in the area.

"You really are beautiful, little one," he said, still admiring every little detail about you. It was clear that work was put into this, and he wanted you to know that he was appreciative, even if you didn't mind so much.

"I'll admit, I feel more seen in this dress than I ever have in my life," you chuckled, taking and deep breath and releasing it. You weren't used to having more than one set of eyes on you at a time, at least not for good reasons.

"Oh, but little one, I always see you."

His hand that still possessed yours lead you back backwards, towards the edge of the dance floor, and you were worried that perhaps this attire was not the best thing to be wearing at the moment.

"Obi, you know I can't dance," you shook your head, but didn't show any other signs of protest other than that. If you truly did not want to dance, he would not make you, but he did feel the need to correct your statement.

"You've danced with me before," and it was true, but those were different circumstances, if you remember correctly.

"We were alone, and no one could see us, then."

He pulled you flush against him, a hand on your waist and the other in your hand, his head tilted slightly to look at you in close proximity. He sent into your mind the feelings that coursed through him, and in your bond of the force you felt every single thing he did. It was overwhelming really, like a beautiful chaotic storm of emotion.

"It's just us, my love," he whispered in your ear, and right away you knew it would take no more convincing, and you'd dance with him the whole night through. "It's just us..."

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#obi wan x padawan #obi wan kenobi #obi wan series #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #ewan mcgregor

[comeandreadawhile]

HCs for Adopted Boba au

• Either on Geonosis or after attempting to kill Mace that one time

• Boba sticks to Obi-Wan like a leech. Obi-Wan brings him to council meetings because it’s just easier for both of them (Boba gets stressed when he’s away from Obi-Wan for too long and council meetings can take most of the day, and Obi-Wan worries about Boba being anxious and so on in a viscious circle). Boba will get his schoolwork done on the floor next to or behind Obi-Wan’s chair, sometimes Plo will give the boy treats or puzzles. He’s clearly plotting a new murder for Mace every day but also clearly doesn’t care what they’re talking about enough to interrupt or remember the next day so they’re chill with him being there.

• If it’s Geonosis, Anakin’s big brother vibes are all directed at Boba, who is grateful to Ahsoka for being there after Christophsis to take Anakin’s unwanted “advice” as his new padawan. If it’s after that one murder attempt, a) Anakin will totally get the attempting to murder Mace thing cuz....been there done that, but that’s not okay stop it (hypocrit), and b) be tired from dadding Ahsoka, but happy to have a new addition to their chaos squad.

• I subscribe to @elfpen’s idea about the Jedi getting little apartments instead of dorms. unless they’re not assigned to a master yet. Boba gets Anakin’s old room when/as Anakin’s moved out to be Ahsoka’s master.

• Obi-Wan goes to Kamino to get EVERYTHING from the Fett apartment because one day Boba might want his father’s armory, or books, and if all of Jango’s shirts end up in Boba’s bed as soon as the boy has them then Obi-Wan makes no mention of it.

• Navigating what to call each other is takes some time, as Obi-Wan starts out being called by his first name, and ‘dad’ and ‘buir’ were both for Jango, but as Boba starts getting attached and comfortable, “O’buir” sometimes makes an appearance.

• Boba and Cody are in an odd space. Boba doesn’t like Cody telling him what to do, in any capacity. Not that Cody often does, if only for Boba’s safety or comfort. But even things like “bundle up if you’re cold” really get under Boba’s skin.

• In that same vein, Cody wants to help and comfort but he doesn’t want to be overbearing; Boba both does and doesn’t want the comfort. Cody isn’t, and can’t be, Jango. He can’t be exactly the father Jango was, and doesn’t have the same memories with Boba that Jango had; but they can make new memories, and Cody can be there for him in whatever way Boba needs to the best of his ability. Cody doesn’t hug like Jango, but it’s still good. He can’t have his dad’s hugs, and Boba doesn’t want to be unfair to Cody by expecting them. He doesn’t want a standin, nor does he want Cody to feel like one. He wants his dad, but Cody is there and trying his best to be what Boba needs in his dad’s absence.

• Cody doesn’t make mention of it when Boba crawls in bed with him and Obi-Wan. He merely shifts the blankets over them while Obi-Wan frets over the boy.

• Cody doesn’t make mention of it when Boba is sick with a fever and keeps calling him “dad”, just holds him tight when he wants held and brings him soup when he wants to eat, constantly making sure the wet rags are cold enough to be useful.

• Boba starts calling Cody “Kote” when he’s comfortable and relaxed

•Cody might’ve cried the first time Boba called him “papa”. Because “papa” wasn’t for Jango, or Obi-Wan. “Papa” was all him.

• Obi-Wan makes sure to use Mando’a in the apartment so Boba doesn’t forget it; it broadens Cody’s use of it beyond battlefield necessities as an added bonus. Cody teaches the 212th, and Rex, what he learns.

• Obi-Wan gets a list of foods Boba got growing up and works to recreate them, with taste tests at most every step to try to get them as close to what Jango made as possible. Even the ones Boba didn’t particularly like in case his tastes change when he’s older

• Boba gets away with a lot by being cute

Mace: He absolutely did! He shouldn’t behave like this!

Obi-Wan *knowing full well Boba did whatever Mace is yelling about*: My precious little—look at him Master Windu, he could never, my sweet child, how dare

Plo *also knowing what’s up*: poor sweet lad, here have a candy

Yoda *a troll*: Calm yourself, you should, Master Windu.

Mace *covered in whatever evil Boba was up to that day to get revenge for his father*: D:<

• Boba can and will perch on Obi-Wan’s leg and glare at Mace during a council meeting

• Plo is Boba’s go-to babysitter; Rex can only counteract so much of Anakin and Ahsoka’s energy and has enough to deal with in that household already. Plo is really good at keeping Boba calm while he’s separated from Obi-Wan, and Boba and Wolffe get along surprisingly well.

• Obi-Wan tries and fails to keep Boba out of the war but his new murder child would probably be more anxious sitting around the temple waiting for him than on the battlefield. Boba holds his own, is comfortable doing missions with both the 212th and 501st if he’s with his Jedi siblings, proving to be an asset with how well Jango trained him in stealth and recon.

• Boba now has a large support system, beginning with Obi-Wan. Boba gets a brother-uncle in Anakin, as Obi-Wan’s son-brother thing, and as Anakin’s daughter-sister thing, Ahsoka is now Boba’s big sister-aunt. Cody and the 212th are pretty protective when other groups of clones give Boba a cold shoulder (they get it, but still). Rex gets best uncle status, and also cool big brother; depends on whether he’s there with Cody or Anakin.

•Boba can and will sleep on Obi-Wan during a council meeting if his finishes his schoolwork and doesn’t feel like leaving or doing anything else.

• That business with Barriss in season 5 wouldn’t have happened because Jango taught this boy well enough to know when a) somethings fishy and b) someone’s being set up. Who was communicating with workers in that temple from anywhere on Coruscant? How convenient and coincidental and baseless is any evidence being turned up? Boba would’ve been like “sounds like nano bombs, who’s got that tech? Time to go into the underworld, dad had contacts leggo”

• Boba, who’s listened to every worry Anakin has to come Obi-Wan with about Padme: bro maybe you need to stop talking to her. Doesn’t sound like either of you are happy in this “friendship” you’ve got going on, so either sit down and talk it out or maybe it’s time to make new “friends”

• Boba would destroy Lux. Telling Anakin everything and getting him and Rex in on the party makes it much more fun. Ahsoka might be content to move on after angry words and a slap but they’re throwing hands

• Boba might know about the chips

•Dooku probably checks in over holocall like a grandpa. Like “*taunt**taunt* CIS will win *taunt* anyway how is young Master Fett? I’m sure my grandpadawan is a fine father but how are things? Surely the bright young man knows who to join when the time comes—and to get enough sleep, so he’ll grow tall, and—“

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #boba fett #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #commander cody #mentions of #captain rex #codywan

[waterlily707]

Oh starts I just found your mouth au yesterday and it's the most precious thing I've ever seen. I want to hold them all so gently. HOLDS THEM GENTLY. And softly pet their floof (with permission). Three questions: 1, What do the 212th look like? Mostly I'm curious about Obi-Wan, Cody, and bebe Wooley. 2, Can the clones still fly when they're big-i-fied? 3, How do they feel about pocket riding in human shirts? I imagine Fives would think it's thrilling and Rex would find it moth-ful (awful)

Aww thank you so much! Yes, we respect the moths in this house, we ask first YvY consent is great.

Okay first off I make art asks based on 1 question at a time :) but since you're new here I'm fine with this quick text answer.

please read my Moth Ask Rules, the most recent one. Thank you

1) Haha funny that you should ask, another ask had the same question (I'll illustrate later with waxer and boil) and the answer is that they vary in moth type and don't just abide by the orange color scheme, but the ones that do are just as hype.

2) Yes they can but do they do it often no, human realm except for some very specific occasions is off limits. The realms they inhabit abide by the rules of their current size so there's no need to grow anyway.

3) Again the clones have 0 contact with humans, but in the rare case, let's just pretend for a moment, I think they would like to just hang out on someone's shoulder, the pocket idea yea they'd be all over that. Fives would just do the pocket thing all the time and Rex (if he trusts them) would like to internally but doesn't ;-;

But yeah! welcome aboard :) again feel free to share, and create you're own moth funnees this is a public AU that doesn't belong to me at all so go wild!

[elthadriel]

Boosting Morale

It's been too long since Rex and Cody were together to let sharing a room with a dozen other men stop them from having sex.

And if their men want to watch, well maybe that can just be part of the fun.

Tags: Public Sex, Exhibitionism,   Begging, Anal Sex, Consensual Kink, Humiliation, Light Dom/sub, sub Cody, bottom Cody, Porn with Feelings, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Roleplay-ish, SubCody Week 2021 

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It hadn’t even occurred to Cody to not to give up his quarters when Kenobi had mentioned there were going to be a total of six Jedi and twice as many Senators on the Negotiator for a couple of nights. It was sensible even if it hadn’t been proper procedure. He could find an empty bunk in the Trooper barracks easily enough, an event he doubted a non-clone would ever recover from.

Still, he was disappointed to be on the same ship as Rex and not have the privacy to enjoy it. At least they could still curl up in the same bunk, which was a whole lot better than being light years apart for weeks at time.

And, well, Cody hadn’t realised he’d missed sharing a room with his brothers. Private quarters once he had left Kamino were a luxury he could never have imagined and not one he wanted to give up, but there was something oddly nostalgic about being in barracks with a couple dozen other clones, a near even mix of the 212th and the 501st who had been invited to double up. He’d even missed the unashamed sounds of loud sex happening all around him as everyone settled in for the evening. The only thing that had really changed from when he shared a room with other CCs was that he wasn’t able to pick out exactly who was fucking who based on the precise sounds they were making.

That was probably a good thing; he didn’t need to know any of his men that well, or any of Rex’s for that matter.

And it turned out his frustration at not being able to enjoy one of the rare nights he had Rex got to spend together had been unfounded. It probably wasn’t the best idea to get so handsy in front of men they were expected to lead into battle, but if their vode had no concerns about getting off in front of them, it seemed only fair they got off too.

Rex kissed him like he was trying to drag Cody’s soul out through his mouth, hard and unrelenting. He was in a rough mood, teeth catching on Cody’s lower lip, tugging and sucking, drawing soft noises from Cody.

He was on his back, Rex above him, one leg pressed between Cody’s, rubbing up against him with any movement. Cody still resisted actively rutting against it, but he was more than aware the opportunity was there if he wanted it. Rex had an elbow either side of Cody’s head holding just enough of Rex’s weight to get the angle Rex wanted, the rest of Rex’s bulk heavy across Cody’s body.

Cody sighed into the demanding kisses, holding the front of Rex’s shirt to stop any chance of him pulling away; not that it was a risk he was particularly concerned about.

“Hey, Captain, nice of you to slum it down with the rest of us. Who’s your hot piece of ass?” A Trooper called out across the room with the confidence of a man who had just earned his paint.

Rex broke the kiss and Cody opened his eyes, getting a good look at him before he turned to address the Trooper. Rex was a little flushed, eyes dark, mouth quirked up in amusement.

“That would be Marshal Commander Cody,” Rex said. “Something you’d like to say to him?”

Cody turned to catch the man’s expression, the added bonus being that twisting his head displayed his distinctive scar. The Trooper went a rather dramatic shade of white.

“No Sir. Sorry Sir- Sirs,” the kid said, snapping his heels together and saluting. Around him his friends seemed torn between laughing at his misfortune and being appropriately deferential. It probably wasn’t the sort of thing they were going to let him forget anytime soon. It was an important lesson in being overly familiar with officers.

Not that it was always a bad thing for soldiers to be familiar with their COs. Cody tugged Rex’s attention back to him before the poor boy combusted. He liked how familiar Rex was with him.

“You’re a fucking moron, Vector,” one of the clones said, voice not quite low enough to prevent it from carrying.

“Gonna get your shebs sent for reconditioning. Gonna have to tell the Kaminoans you said a Superior officer could get it,” another said, Blue, a 212th man on a list in Cody’s office for potential officer training. He went a little pinker realising he was going to know exactly which of his people had watched Rex feel him up.

“Nah, the Commander’s always in a good mood when Rex is around, no rewards for guessing why. He’ll probably just put you on cleaning detail until you die.”

“It is a hell of a show though,” Blue said, and Cody knew he wasn’t supposed to have heard that part. He let it pass unchallenged. Rex’s hand was slipping under his shirt, warm even against his heated skin, and everything else seemed unimportant.

“He’s right,” Rex mumbled, breaking the kiss to suck at Cody’s neck instead. “You are a hot piece of ass.”

Cody rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. Their kisses were growing more heated, and the leg sandwiched between his own a more distracting presence. It was one thing to make out in a shared space, full of subordinates who were already paying more attention to them than they would any Troopers fooling around, it was quite another have sex with another officer right in front of them.

They could probably get away with frotting against each other at least. Except-

“Force, I want to fuck you so bad.” Rex said, mouth hot against Cody’s neck.

Cody groaned, shifting his hips, rubbing his semi-erect cock against the thick meat of Rex’s thigh. The muscles in his groin clenched at the suggestion, pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock, staining the front of his blacks. It had been almost two months since they’d had the time for penetrative sex, and now the idea was in his head he wasn’t sure he could settle for anything else.

Rex nipped at his jaw.

“You’d like that, huh? I could strip you out of your blacks in front of our men and fuck you while they watch,” Rex shifted from his elbows up onto his hands, looming over Cody.

“Rex,” Cody moaned, his hips twitching without his permission.

“What do you think they’d make of that? Watching the great Commander Cody spreading his legs and begging for it like a slut?

“Please.” He could already picture it, how he would look to them, reduced to a needy mess by the promise of a hard cock in him. He had such a carefully built reputation of control and unbending professionalism and there was something deliciously filthy at revealing to the men who respected him that he was as human as the rest of them, throwing all propriety aside in exchange for good hard fucking.

“Please what?” Rex asked, smirking ever so slightly. The only saving grace for Cody’s pride was the flush rising on Rex’s neck, making it clear he was as turned on at the thought as Cody was.

“Fuck me in front of them. Show them who I belong to.”

Rex’s breath caught in his throat. He pressed his thigh more firmly between Cody’s legs and Cody failed to muffle his cry. He buried his burning face into Rex’s shoulder. Fuck. The silence in the room was palpable, and he could feel the eyes of what must be everyone in the room turn to him.

He wanted this, the tent in his blacks made that more than clear, but the sharp embarrassment was dancing between exciting and too much.

Cody wrapped his arms around Rex’s back, holding him close as he decided where he was going to land on this. They’d played with this sort of fantasy before, toying with the intoxicating mix of humiliation and excitement of being watched, but fantasy and reality were two very different beasts.

Rex kissed the point just under his ear, voice more breath than sound. “We can go find a supply closet if you want?”

It certainly would be easier. They could steal from the room and find a private little corner of the ship, it wouldn’t even be the first time. But he wanted to do it here. He wanted everyone to know exactly how well Rex took care of him. He wanted the burn of humiliation fuelling his arousal.

“No. I want to do it here.”

“You sure?” Rex asked, because he worried like that.

“Positive.”

Rex bit the shell of his ear, giving a tug just the right side of painful. “You’ll let me know if it becomes too much?”

Cody nodded.

Satisfied, Rex sat back on his haunches, pulling his upper black up off over the top of his head, dropping them onto the floor by the bed. He had mostly healed burn from a too close for comfort blaster bolt along his shoulder where there was a narrow gap in their armour. Cody sat up, pressing a kiss just by the edge of it.

Before he could enjoy the rest of Rex’s newly exposed skin, Rex was tugging insistently on Cody’s own blacks, his shirt quickly joining Rex’s on the floor. Rex did exactly what he had just denied Cody, pushing him back into the mattress and ducking his head to suck a dark mark into Cody’s collarbone. Cody closed his eyes, sinking into the pillows, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Rex’s mouth was hot against his skin, and a deep satisfaction curled around his chest knowing how marked up he was going to be by the time Rex was done with him. He’d have fading bruises to trace long after Rex was gone.

Pleased with his work, Rex abandoned Cody’s collarbone in search of somewhere else to mark him only to be very quickly distracted by Cody’s left nipple. He licked a stripe over it before sucking it into his mouth, while Cody made a soft, pleased sound. Rex’s teeth teased the nub, a sharp pain that had him clutching at the back of Rex’s head to keep him in place.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” said one of the troopers said from a bunk over. They were slowly gathering closer, even those that had been actively fucking each other suddenly more interested in what Cody and Rex were up to. It was understandable, it wasn’t the sort of show that happened very often, if ever. “The Commander looks good all messed up.”

Cody wondered what Fox would have to say if he knew about this, Fox who claimed he intended to fuck his way through the entire GAR but wouldn’t so much as be seen in a state of undress more scandalous than removing his helmet by the men he directly commanded. If he and Ponds had ever managed to agree about anything it was that it was an officer’s responsibility to maintain an unshakable sense of integrity to his men. Cody somewhat doubted they would consider letting Rex fuck him as meeting that standard. This was going to make it back to the other CCs, it was inevitable, and the promise of their judgement did filthy things to Cody’s insides.

He hadn’t known this about himself, how hot he would find this.

“Check in with me?” Rex said, removing his mouth from Cody and leaving the wet skin to cool against the air.

“They think I’m hot,” he said voice already a little rough.

“You like that?” Rex asked.

Cody wanted to hide his face, somehow more embarrassed to admit that he liked being watched than in the being watched itself. There was nowhere for him to hide from how well Rex knew him however, so he just nodded.

Rex looked at him like Cody had hung the stars and planets beside. He kissed Cody with bruising force, before taking full advantage of Cody’s confession.

“They’re jealous,” Rex said. “They would do anything to be in my position right now. You spread out under them, desperate for their touch. If I wasn’t here, would you let them? Would you offer up your tight ass to your men?”

Cody whined, fisting the sheets under him.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” Rex was back at his throat, pausing his verbal torment to add another bruise to Cody’s growing collection. Only when he was satisfied with the angry mark did he continue. “Face down on the bed, ass in the air, let them take turns with you until you’re fat with their come. You think a single one of them could resist an offer like that?”

“Fuck, Rex.” He tried to grind his ass against Rex but he had no leverage flat on his back, Rex’s hands holding him in place.

“Ask me for it,” Rex ordered. “ Nicely.”

Cody let out a breathless laugh. Like he was in any state to be rude to Rex right now.

“Please, Rex.”

Rex rolled his hips, the hard line of his erection rubbing up against Cody and his thigh pressing teasingly down against Cody’s, but he made no other move to progress things.

“Louder. So our men can hear you.”

Heat throbbed sharply in Cody’s crotch.

“Please,” he said, barely any louder than the first time. Rex kissed him, mouth closed, surprisingly chaste considering the filth he had been talking only moments before. Cody squeezed his eyes shut and tried again.

“Rex, please. I need you in me. Stop teasing. Please. ” There was a tremble to his voice, but it carried across the room, and he heard someone off to the side let out a low groan accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a hand working slicked up flesh.

Force, they were jerking themselves off to this. To him.

Rex let out a low moan of his own, kissing Cody again with more force.

“You’re amazing,” Rex breathed. “I love you.”

He smiled, bright and warm, made braver by Rex’s words.

“Fuck me, please, please, Rex. ” He shifted his own leg, deciding it was only fair Rex experienced the delicious friction he’d been teasing Cody with, pressing his leg up against Rex’s bulge. Rex gasped, arms almost buckling in surprise, but while a couple of Troopers moved to sit on closer bunks for a better view, Rex wasn’t taunted into returning to their game just yet.

“I want them to see how perfect you are for me. I want them to hate me for being lucky enough to have you.” He said, voice low, speaking just for Cody. Rex threaded the fingers of one hand through Cody’s, holding his face with a gentleness that didn’t match bite marks littering Cody’s body.

They looked at each other for a moment, Rex smiling fondly, running his thumb down the scar on Cody’s face. Cody wanted him far more deeply than physically, wanted to whisper terrible vulnerable things to him, but while he was learning all sorts of new things about himself in that moment, like his apparent kink for being dommed with an audience, that was something he wasn’t willing to share with anyone but Rex.

Instead he kissed Rex’s palm and hoped that he knew.

Rex closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them his smile widened and turned more mischievous.

“If we don’t move this along I’m going to come in my blacks like a shiny,” Rex said. He released Cody’s face to trace a line over Cody’s ass through his blacks instead.

Shit.

“We don’t have any lube,” Cody realised. He’d left it in his room, hidden among his clean underwear. He hadn’t considered this as an option.

Rex hesitated for only a moment, before his expression turned smug. He dug his fingers into the flesh of Cody’s ass, teasing the waistband of his blacks lower on hips. “I’m sure one of our roommates would be happy to donate some to the cause if we ask.”

Cody was more than aware it should be embarrassing to have to publicly ask one of their subordinates for lube but with Rex’s obvious arousal at the idea pressing against him it was impossible to care.

He nodded his consent to the suggestion and was rewarded with a playful slap to his ass, though the angle was wrong for any real force.

“Hey, Fives,” Rex called across the room. “You got any lube?”

Five’s reply came quickly enough to make it clear his attention, seemingly like every other clone in the room, was already on Rex and Cody. “I thought being prepared for all eventualities was what separated good leaders from great ones?” He asked, in what Cody was positive was a reference to something he’d said. It sounded like the sort of bullshit he sprouted around shinies. Making that kid an ARC had been a mistake, that much recognition had given him a dangerous amount of confidence.

“Delegation is an important part of efficient leadership,” Cody said, which was perfectly true, but this was probably not what anyone had had in mind when he’d been taught that. There was a smattering of laughter across the room and Cody had to imagine it was less because they suddenly found him so very witty and more because his attempt at his officer voice was rather undone by his riled up state.

“Enough with the lip,” Rex said, with a hint of his own officer voice slipping through. “Do you have some or are you going to be the reason Marshal Commander Cody doesn’t get fucked tonight?”

Cody was absently surprised that he was even able to maintain an erection with how much blood was rushing to his face. Rex made him sound like he was gagging for it. It wasn’t inaccurate, but having it shared with so many people twisted his insides in delicious ways.

“I’ve got some, give me a second.”

Cody didn’t pay any attention to Fives trying to fish out the lube, his attention suddenly taken by how Rex’s pecs looked from this angle. He wanted to lick them. Rex had a head start on marking him up, but Cody would make sure he returned the favour, if not tonight tomorrow. Rex’s chest was beautiful, but it would look even better covered in dark bruises.

There was the sound of bare feet on the hard floor and a shadow fell across the bed. Fives could have thrown it from where he was sitting, but Cody had to admit that if it had been his superior officer in this position, if it had been Alpha-17, he probably wouldn't have turned down the opportunity to get a closer look either. Fives stared down at him, lube held loosely in his hand, largely forgotten. He hardly seemed to notice when Rex reached out and took it from him, placing it down beside Cody’s hip.

Rex twisted Cody’s nipple sharply, pain blurring with pleasure and Cody arched off the bed with a hiss.

“Say thank you,” he said, before dipping his head to press an apologetic kiss to Cody’s chest.

“Thank you, Fives,” he said, turning only enough that he could see Fives out of the corner of his eye. Fives didn’t meet his gaze, his eyes locked on where Rex’s hips were flush against Cody’s, between Cody’s spread thighs.

“You’re welcome, Sir.” Fives wanted to touch him, it was clear in the tension in his hands the effect it was taking to hold himself back. Cody wished he would try. It was impossible in that moment to have any interest in anyone’s hands but Rex’s, but Rex could play the possessive partner when the scene called for it, and Cody wanted to see Rex remind Fives of his place.

He rolled his hips fruitless up against nothing, the drag of his blacks against his cock nowhere near close to enough.

Fives had just enough self-preservation not to try, but he also didn’t leave. He sat on the bed next to theirs, his dick tenting in his blacks, hands in white knuckled fists on his lap. For a second Cody considered asking him to join them, he could take Fives in his mouth while Rex fucked his ass.

“Eyes on me, Cody,” Rex said. He’d sat back up, one hand down the front of his blacks, stroking himself, the material clinging to the outline of his dick. All thoughts of Fives slipped from his head.

Rex gave him an almost bashful smile, dropping his voice again. Fives might be close enough to hear, but it was enough to mark the conversation as not part of the game. “Last chance to think better of this,” Rex said, though of course it wasn’t. Cody had no doubt he could end this at any time. He had no intention of ending anything.

For all the bluster Rex was putting on for the role, he was far from unaffected. The paper thin skin at Rex’s throat fluttered with his rapid pulse and Cody pushed himself up onto his elbows to kiss it. Rex lifted his head, giving Cody easy access, sighing happily as Cody pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to his skin.

“If you weren’t so pretty flustered and on display I might be the one thinking better of this,” The teasing tone was back, Rex’s throat rumbling under Cody’s mouth. “You’re so beautiful, I almost can’t stand the thought of sharing you.”

“You can’t get us all riled up and leave us hanging, Sir.” Steel said, ignoring the elbows from his brothers.

Rex shot Steel a look that made it very clear how little he thought of Steel’s commentary.

“He’s right, Rex, bad for morale.” Cody nudged Rex’s side with his knee. He was aroused and excited, and wanted suddenly to goad Rex into action, face the consequences of a little cheek.

Rex caught on immediately, and there was a dangerous edge to his voice and Cody was abruptly shoved back down flat to the bed. “Want to make this a regular thing? We can have bi-weekly showings? Send holovids to the other battalions of me reducing you to a needy mess, begging for cock. See how good morale is when they have regular access to Marshal Commander Cody being fucked like he was built for it. They haven’t even seen how prettily you suck dick.”

“Big word for a man who still hasn’t fucked me.”

Rex grinned, wide and excited, before he pulled himself back into his role. He grabbed Cody’s balls firmly through his blacks, enough to tumble over the line from pleasurable into uncomfortable, boarding on painful. Cody scrambled at the sheets, arching up into the touch, the air punched out of him.

He loved it when Rex was rough with him.

“What was that, Sir?” Rex asked. “If you’re unhappy with how I’m doing things I’m sure someone else would be happy to take over. Get a little Trooper over here who’ll fuck you exactly how you ask. Do you think that would satisfy you?”

“ Rex, ” he croaked, barely managing to make a sound at all. His lungs were empty and he couldn’t pull in more air. Rex’s grip on him seared like a brand and he squirmed, desperate to be released and desperate to be held tighter. No one had ever been able to ride his limits the way Rex could.

“We both know that I know what you want more than you do, don’t we?” Rex eased up, just enough that Cody remembered how to breathe.

“You do, Sir.” The title spilt from his mouth without his consent, the scene getting twisted in his head, forgetting what game they were playing. He was going to come if Rex wasn’t careful, make a mess of his blacks and their plans.

“Then would you like to apologise, Cody?” Rex’s voice was perfectly level and it made Cody’s toes curl.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I need you, Rex. Just you.” It was more of a whine than words but it was apparently enough.

Rex released Cody’s balls and he could think again. He was achingly hard, throbbing painfully already pressed up against the point of no return. He had to hope the foreplay was turning Rex on as much as it was turning him on, because he felt he wasn’t going to last long when Rex started fucking him.

Rex ran his hands over Cody’s thighs soothingly.

“ Fuck.” Fives sounded almost as ruined as Cody felt.

“Something to say?” Rex asked, returning to the game at hand.

“The fucking noises he makes, Rex. Do you mind if I…?” Cody couldn’t see what Fives gestured to, but he could imagine. There was something almost comical about Fives asking for permission to do what half the other men in the room were already doing.

“Would you like that?” Rex asked Cody, and perhaps Fives just understood the scene a little better than the others. Cody didn’t know what to do with that information.

Cody nodded, probably too eagerly.

“I don’t think he heard you,” Rex said, conversationally, but he had that same ability that all officers had, to make his voice fill a room.

“Yes,” Cody said, trying to use his officer voice too, but there was a tremble to it that he couldn’t quite bring under control.

Rex took hold of Cody’s hips, applying just enough pressure to make sure Cody wouldn’t be able to forget Rex was in control.

“Yes he can masturbate to the noises you’re making while I fuck you?”

Cody’s pulse pounded in his ears, almost enough to drown out everything else. “Yes he can wank to the sounds I’m making.”

“Him or all of them?” Rex asked, still not done forcing Cody to admit exactly what he wanted.

“All of them.” Cody couldn’t get his voice steady but no one could fault his volume. “Fuck, Rex, every fucking clone in the GAR.”

Rex’s hands tightened on him, betraying his own need.

“Well if you’re the entertainment, we really should give them something to see. Wouldn’t want to lower morale.”

Sometimes when Rex took control like this Cody was left feeling like he was floating but this time he felt grounded, hyper-aware of every sensation he was experiencing. The sheets, damp with his own sweat, sticking to his back, the too tight cling of his blacks around his crotch, the achingly familiar calluses of Rex’s hands on his skin, the way the room was already filled with the distinct smell of sex, the scattered noises from their men pleasuring themselves.

He was on the brink of drowning in it, trusting Rex to keep him from sinking completely.

“Going to get you out of the rest of your clothes, show our boys how pretty you are. Bet they already fantasise about your thighs, I know I did while you were still playing hard to get. I think you owe them a proper look after flaunting yourself around for so long.” He dug his fingers into the muscles of Cody’s thighs to prove his point, squeezing once before he shuffled back a little and pulled at the waist of Cody’s trousers.Cody lifted his hips to help and Rex pulled his blacks out from under his ass and down his legs. The air wasn’t particularly cold, but being suddenly so exposed caused goosebumps to raise across his skin. Rex’s hands returned to his bare thighs, running his fingers lightly up the inside and despite applying almost no pressure, Cody spread his legs wide under the touch, lifting his hips, drawing attention to his erect cock.

For a moment he was at the edge of genuine embarrassment at displaying himself so thoroughly, at being so visibly desperate for Rex’s touch, but while the approving noises from the troopers did nothing to soothe him, he was also successful in gaining Rex’s complete attention.

Rex took Cody’s cock in his hand, and Cody moaned, falling back into the pillow, eyes closed, and any risk of shame was consumed by the heat of Rex’s hand. No one should be ashamed of wanting this. He wrapped his legs around Rex’s back, knowing full well he would have to release him almost immediately so Rex could finish undressing, but in that moment needing Rex to be flush against him too much to care.

It was hard to care about much with Rex slowly jerking his dick, rubbing up against his ass, and giving him a look like he was the most beautiful thing Rex had ever seen.

His focus fixated on where the skin just above the waist of Rex’s blacks met the sensitive skin of the inside of Cody’s thighs. He needed more of Rex’s skin against him. He reached up, touching Rex wherever he could, running his hands over Rex’s throat, chest, waist, any part he could reach.

“You’re wearing too much,” he mumbled. “It’s not fair.”

Rex grinned cheekily at him.

“What was that, Cody?” He was still stroking Cody, with slow deliberate strokes that caused heat to pulse through him in encompassing waves. But it wasn’t what he wanted.

“Take your blacks off. Promised them a show,” he said, and then because he’d learned his lesson, added, “Please, Rex. I want to feel you, it’s been too long.”

Rex lent forward to kiss him again, hooking an arm under Cody’s knee, pulling it up with him as he moved, spreading him obscenely open, pressing their cocks together, only a thin layer of material still separating them. It was pressure that had no risk of having him shoot off early, like Rex’s careful handjob had, but the physical proof that Rex was as turned on as he was pressing against him was at least just as arousing.

It was also a deliberate denial of what Cody wanted and caught himself pouting into Rex’s kiss.

“I think the Commander gave you an order, Captain.” It was a 501st boy, one Cody thought he should recognise but couldn’t put a name to. He would have to learn it, give the little shit a medal.

“Don’t think the Commander is in any position to give orders right now,” Rex said, grinning as Cody sulked.

“Think that qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment, Sir. Blue-balling a senior officer.”

“Forget cruel to him, what about us? Gonna get a kriffing friction burn on my dick,” another 501st Trooper added.

“Your boys are as desperate as I am,” Cody said, awed.

Rex shook his head, not even really able to argue with that, but he was always one to recognise an opportunity when it presented itself.

“The 212th have been very shy,” Rex said, sitting back up, “What do you think, Clover. Want to see me fuck your CO? Want to see him squeal?”

Clover let out a sound that was more squeak than word.

Rex let Cody’s leg fall heavily back to the bed.

“Look at him, he’s desperate for it, wants to know how pretty you think he is like this, how pretty the highest ranked clone in the whole damned army is when his subordinate makes him beg,” Rex wore his achievements humbly, but smug pride at how wound up he had Cody was oozing off him in waves and Cody couldn’t get enough of it.

Rex rolled his hips again, pressing their cocks hard against each other and Cody choked out a desperate please. His head felt light, the excitement of the role catching up with him. It was so easy to let everything but his clawing need for Rex to fall away, shove any lingering sense of shame from his head. He needed Rex like he needed air, and he found it hard to care if everyone knew it.

He wanted them to tell him how gorgeous he was like this, not because their opinions mattered, but he needed to hear how perfect he looked to Rex, how jealous they were of what he provided to his partner.

“You’re keeping him waiting, Clover.”

“Yeah, I want to hear him beg, he’s so kriffing beautiful, Sir. Think they built him differently from the rest of us,” the trooper finally managed, without the confidence of his 501st brothers, but lacking none of the eagerness. “Give him your cock, Sir. He’s earned it.”

Rex pressed a finger up against Cody’s entrance, teasing the rim but refusing to push into him.

“You have been very good,” Rex mused, and then his hand was gone. “Seems to me your boys want to see you get fucked just as much as mine, yours are just politer about it”

He lent in very close, mouth brushing against Cody’s ear. “I’m desperate too. The things you do to me, Codes.”

Cody keened, twisting and catching Rex in the briefest of kisses before Rex pulled away.

Rex stood from the bed, kicking off his trousers before in record time before he was back between Cody’s legs, his cock rubbing up against the cleft of Cody’s ass, finally a promise rather than a tease.

He was gone for only a moment, but for those handful of seconds, alone without Rex’s body to shield him from the room Cody took a proper look around, and fuck, they really were being watched by everyone. His heart clenched in that perfect mix of nerves and excitement, the same feeling he got the moment between jumping from a LAAT/i and his jet-pack kicking in. He spread his legs a little wider, rolling his hip up into the air, delighting in how wanton he looked.

His eyes locked with Janad who had shed his own blacks entirely, shamelessly jerking himself off with one hand, the other wrapped around the dick of the vod next to him.

He winked and Cody blushed furiously, heat spreading quickly up his neck, but didn’t look away, not until the second Rex was back between his legs and demanding his full attention. He collected the almost forgotten lube, pouring a liberal amount out onto his fingers, some slipping off and landing on Cody, offensively cold against his heated skin.

“You know that’s the good stuff right?” Fives asked, almost disguising the shudder to his breathing. “Please don’t waste it.”

“Consider it the cost of entry.” Rex grinned, his fingers back at Cody’s ass, trailing his slicked up fingers down between Cody’s cheeks over his hole. “He likes it messy, likes it leaking out of him and down his thighs. Don’t you, Cody?”

He paused his exploring, touching the tips of his fingers against Cody’s entrance, a promise of what the correct answer would bring.

“Yes, Force. I love it when you make a mess of me. Fuck me hard and then send me off to a briefing, leaking slick and come, staining up my blacks.” They’d only done that once, and the discomfort had only just been outweighed by how hot it had made Cody feel. Rex however had been very taken with it, and fucked him again the moment he had returned to his quarters.

Rex made a choked off sound that was almost a curse and finally, finally , pushed two fingers into Cody. He let out a low moan, reaching blindly to hold whatever part of Rex was closest. His cock jumped against his belly as Rex gave him almost no time to adjust to the intrusion, pulling his fingers out to the first knuckle barely as heartbeat after he had pushed them in, only to shove them right back in again. It was a far cry from the stretch of Rex’s cock, but Cody was worked up to a point where he felt he could have fucked himself to completion on a single finger if it was all Rex was offering.

It felt so good to have something filling him.

Rex’s other hand rested on the inside of Cody’s thigh, keeping his legs parted as if Cody would close his legs for anything other than a Sep warship at this point.

Cody was up for a lot in bed, and liked to think he was flexible to whatever his partner wanted, but there was nothing that got him going in quite the same way as being fucked. He’d been utterly taken with the sensation from the very first time he’d pushed his own fingers into himself, face down in his pod back on Kamino, with medical jelly he’d stolen from the medbay as lube. He’d been so caught up in the thrill of this new way of pulling pleasure from his body he’d forgotten to catch his orgasm in the napkins he’d taken from dinner and he’d had to sleep in stained sheets for the next three days.

His own clumsy attempts had nothing on Rex’s fingers stroking against his insides.  

“Love doing this to you,” Rex said, Rex found Cody’s prostate with practised ease, curling the ends of his fingers up into it, pulling punched out gasps from Cody. He wanted to fucked, craved the fullness of it, but with Rex’s clever fingers working him open, he almost forgot that, ready to be brought off just like this. He groaned, struggling to keep himself still under Rex’s attention; he wanted to buck into that hand no matter how fruitless.

“That’s it, let them hear you.” Rex said, continuing his careful massage of Cody’s prostate, dragging more noises from him.

Cody wanted to hear them too, he wanted to know if their thoughts were as filthy as he imagined they must be. But they’d fallen silent again and Rex's efforts were making it hard to think straight.

“Rex,” he gasped.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t- fuck, I don’t know.” He forced out between desperate breaths.

“Need more?” Rex asked. He could have let up, let Cody get his thoughts in order but instead he redoubled his efforts, moving his hand from Cody’s thigh to tease his balls, heavy and full beneath his straining cock.

Cody made an inhuman noise. “Please .”

“From me or them?” Rex sounded so calm, and it was driving Cody wild.

“Both, please, Rex, more.”

“Fives?” Rex asked, trusting their resident ARC to be able to run his mouth.

“Sir?” Fives was less successful in sounding unaffected.

“Is this the first time you’ve gotten off to Cody?”

Cody sucked in air sharply at the thought, Fives making the exact same noise across from him.

“No, Sir. Not the first time,” Fives admitted.

“When was the first?”

“Couple weeks after  Rishi. Echo and I got each other off and all we talked about was the Commander. How fucking hot he looked fighting those droids, his voice, his kriffing legs.”

Cody made a noise he didn’t have a name for, something desperate and eager.

“Look at him,” Rex said, and Cody could only obey.

Fives had pushed his blacks down his thighs, stroking his dick with slow deliberate movements, eyes fixed on Cody. Pre-come leaked from the head and trickled down his cock and over the back of his hand. He grinned at Cody, twisting his hand up over the top of the head of his cock, pulling most moisture from the tip.

“You want to taste it, Commander? I’m sure if you asked nicely the Captain would let you.”

“Careful, mir'sheb ,” Rex said, twisting his hand inside Cody in that particular way that sent a jolt of pleasure though Cody’s lower half. “Not sure that’s what the Commander-”

“No,” Cody cut him off. “I want to hear more.”

Fives finally looked away from Cody, but only to look at Rex, checking everyone was on board.

Rex seemed amused more than anything else. “You heard the Commander, Fives.”

Fives’ gaze snapped back to Cody, eyes darkened with lust at being permission to continue.

“You want to lap at my cock, Sir? I bet you look so pretty stuffed from both ends, can’t imagine one man is enough to satisfy you.”

Cody laughed. He’d been on some strong ass painkillers in his time and none of them had left him feeling as high as this. “Rex is.”

He shot Rex a smile, who managed to look almost bashful, ducking his head to kiss the inside of Cody’s knee. Funny that was what made him blush.

“He never shares?” Fives asked. He was getting close, jerking his hips up into his hand, his coordination abandoning him. Cody wanted to push him over that edge.

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “Sometimes he invites the other CCs into bed with us, see how much I can take. Last time- Ah!”

Rex pulled his hand almost all the way out only to shove them roughly back into Cody, taking his cock in his other hand. The sudden sensations were enough to short circuit Cody’s brain, any hope of coherent sentences forced out of his head in favour of the dual pleasure of being filled and held.

If Rex wasn’t careful he was going to abandon the game entirely. He could flip them, pin Rex to the bed instead, ride him until his legs gave out. He could have Rex in him that very second. Waiting would be better; the tease was half the fun, and Rex always knew exactly how long to make him wait, but if Rex didn’t start something soon he was going to be too horny for something that required as much brain power as delayed gratification.

“Sharing all our secrets, huh?” Rex asked. The hand around Cody was lax, and Rex kept it perfectly still even while he continued to work at his passage.

“You tell him then,” Cody said. He bucked his hips up against the loose grip, desperate for any friction he was allowed, even if it was far too little. “It’s better when you say it.”

Rex smirked and pulled his fingers out with a wet sound that seemed impossibly loud to Cody’s ears. He allowed Cody one firm jerk of his dick before that hand too was removed. Cody whined at the loss, his attention well and truly back on Rex.

Rex however was still looking at Fives.

“The last time I was generous enough to let someone else touch him,” Rex said, picking up where Cody had left off, “we worked him open until he could fit both of us in him. He could barely keep himself upright, even pressed between both of us. It took ages to make him loose enough, and he was so fucking proud of himself when we were both inside. Came all up himself.”

Fives wasn’t looking anymore, his eyes closed, fucking frantically into his hand, consumed by the image Rex was painting for him. Rex picked up the lube from the bed, dripping more down his crack and then slicking up his cock.

“I fucked him again the next morning, he was still wet from the night before, and so loose I just slipped right in.”

Fives swore, hunching over on himself, ropes of come messing up his hand and the floor at his feet.

“And after all that talk.” Rex made a dismissive huff. “You couldn’t keep up, ARC.”

Cody wanted to kiss Rex, would have if he could have done it without distracted Rex from were he was finally getting ready to fuck him. His blood burned in anticipation, hot and pulsing under his skin. Fives panted to the side, seemingly run out of things to say.

Back on mission, Rex rearranged Cody to his liking, pulling him down the bed, lifting his thighs up onto Rex’s lap, forcing all weight up on his shoulders. It lined him up nicely, and deliberately denied Cody any angle to push back against Rex from, leaving Rex in control. Cody was spread completely open, entirely at Rex’s mercy and his heart pounded.

Rex gave him a hungry once over, eyes dilated. Cody wished he felt suave enough to smirk up at Rex, but with anticipation heavy in his chest, it was all he could manage not to start begging again. Rex traced a line down the v of Cody’s hip, his cock pressed hard up against Cody. If Cody had even a little leverage all it would have taken was the slightest shift to have Rex sliding into him.

Rex apparently had one last game in mind before he allowed that. “Vector, you wanted to see the Commander’s ass, come over here.”

Vector made a startled sound, jumping to feet in surprise. He shared a nervous look with his vode before stepping closer, wearily like he was expecting the offer to be withdrawn if he drew too much attention to himself. He wet his lips, eyes raking across Cody. He was hard in his blacks, the line of his cock obvious through the material and the seal of his blacks wasn’t lined up correctly, like he had had his hand shoved down them only a moment before and hadn’t had the time to lay them flat when he had hurriedly pulled it out.

Vector edged closer, until his knees were up against the bunk, looking over Rex, directly down Cody’s spread legs. One of the 212th boys, Sunny, if Cody remembered right, cautiously followed him, staring at Cody over Vector’s shoulder with an equally appreciative gaze.

Cody squirmed under their scrutiny, feeling a primal urge to cover himself. His cock pulsed with each beat of heart, a small pool of his pre come collecting on his abs. Rex moved, his cock head nudged against his entrance, but Rex seemed content just to tease him and Cody was in no position to do anything about it.

Well, almost no position.

“Please, Rex,” he whined, giving Rex the most heated look he could manage.

Rex gives Cody an unimpressed look, completely aware of what Cody’s game was. That didn’t mean he was immune.

“Please,” Cody said again, and Rex couldn’t hide how his dick twitched at the pleading. “It’s been weeks, Rex, please. ”

“He’s gorgeous,” Vector said, awed.

“Don’t talk about him like he’s not here, Vector,” Rex warned.

“You’re gorgeous, Sir,” Sunny said, before Vector had a chance to correct himself. “Never knew you were hiding all this under your armour.”

Cody was going to split into pieces if Rex didn’t fuck him that very second.

“Ready?” Rex asked. He was looking at Vector and Sunny, but Cody nodded anyway, squirming in Rex’s lap.

The head of Rex’s cock pressed up against his rim, until his body gave up its futile resistance and Rex breached him. He pushed into him in one smooth stroke, a motion that managed to be as breathtaking no matter how familiar it became. His mouth parted and his head fell back, exposing the long line of his neck. The only sound that escaped him was a shaky, extended exhale. So much of Rex’s bare skin was against his own, and he still wanted more, even filled to his limit he ached for more.

There was always something so utterly overwhelming about knowing Rex was inside him, touching him places he couldn’t touch himself even if he tried. Rex’s cock filled him in a way his fingers couldn’t, a perfect heat stretching him open and he didn’t think he would ever have enough of the feeling.

Were Vector and Sunny looking at where Rex’s body met his, where he stretched tight around Rex’s cock, his most intimate parts on complete display for them. Or would they have stared at his face, wanting to know exactly what expression Cody made when he was penetrated. Force, these men had to follow him into battle, trust their lives to his judgement and strategy. And now they would have to do it with the image of him being thoroughly fucked burned into their memories.

He wondered if he would be able to live it down if he came all over himself right then and there.

He could feel the weight of all the eyes on him, but couldn’t look away from Rex, and the way he was biting his lip to hold in his own groan, and the way his eyes had fallen shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure Cody’s body could give him. Cody was becoming rapidly addicted to how hot his men found him like this, but he wondered then how many of them wished they could be in his place instead of Rex’s, could be the person causing that expression on his face.

Anyone who wasn’t was an idiot; Cody was convinced he was getting the better end of the deal here.

“You feel so good, Codes,” Rex said, voice a little thin. “Fuck, you’re always so good.”

He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock against Cody’s insides until the head was catching on his rim. He thrust back in with a grunt and Cody arched up off the bed, keening high and frantic, clutching at the sheets with one hand and tugging hard at his own hair with the other, needing the bite of pain to make the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked open bearable.

“So tight,” Rex managed, between uneven breathing as he began a punishing pace with his hips, shoving deep into Cody each time.

“Rex,” Cody whimpered, “please.”

“Are you always this needy?” One of the troopers asked, and Cody couldn’t look away from Rex to check who. It didn’t matter much at this point.

“Yes,” he gasped. Rex slammed back into Cody, and Cody let out a choked off groan. “Every time.”

And he was, he supposed. Even over a year into their relationship, the fire Rex lit in his chest every time they fucked hadn’t faded. Every time they were together Cody was as eager for him as the last.

“Fucking desperate for me,” Rex said somehow making it sound dirty and sweet all at the same time. Cody reached out blindly, grasping at Rex’s hand on his hip, squeezing it firmly before Rex pulled it away. Before he could complain the hand circled his cock again and all possible complaints were consumed by the burning heat in his groin.

“More, Rex, harder, please.” Cody was only vaguely aware he was babbling, every passing thought that crossed his mind leaving his mouth. He wanted Rex to fuck him so hard he would feel it for weeks and something to that affect tumbled from his lips.

“You will, Cody, I promise.” Rex pressed deep into him, stretching him to his limit, making it abundantly clear he intended to follow through. “And everyone here is going to know why you’re walking funny.”

Cody moaned, deep in his chest.

“Harder” he demanded. “I want more, please. I can take it. Don’t hold out on me.”

Rex laughed, voice hitching every time he plunged into the tight heat of Cody. “I know you can.”

Rex shifted, putting his arms under Cody’s legs, pushing himself up onto his knees, lifting Cody’s lower half completely up and off the bed, folding him almost in half. The new angle was perfect.

Rex fucked into him with fresh force allowed by the position, dragging over his sensitive prostate with each thrust. His whole body felt taught, his orgasm building each time Rex bottomed out into him and each time Rex’s hand twisted over the head of his straining cock.

“Gonna make you come all over yourself,” Rex promised. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t stand. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Rex,” he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t imagine anything beyond Rex.

“You ever get bored of him Commander and I’ll be happy to give you what you need. Trade him in for a younger model, ya know?”

Cody had almost forgotten Fives was even there and if he had any breath left in his lungs he would have laughed at the very possibility of what Fives was offering. The goading wasn’t meant for his reaction however, even if it was ultimately for his benefit. Rex snarled, slamming his cock back into Cody with an aggressive jerk of his hips.

Words abandoned Cody completely and he let out a wordless cry.

“Didn’t we already prove you couldn’t handle him, Fives?” Rex was setting the sort of relentless pace he would normally never be able to maintain but he was as encouraged by their audience as much as Cody was and seemed to have found new depths to himself.

In the very corner of Cody’s vision Fives gestured at his cock, already erect again. That man didn’t know when to quit; it was going to get him in trouble one of these days.

“Maybe you can’t go twice this quick, but they gave me a little extra.”

Rex laughed, sharp and mocking. “He has the entire Command batch to pick from, and he still picked me, what do you think that says about how well I fuck him? But you, three months out of ARC training thing you could satisfy Commander Fucking Cody? He’d eat you alive.”

“Rex,” Cody said, it felt like the first conscious choice he’d made about what left his mouth in a while. Rex was getting distracted, and Cody was feeling greedy; he wanted all of Rex’s attention for himself, he wanted the attention of every man in this room, but he needed Rex’s.

“I’d help,” Vector said suddenly, apparently rediscovering the conference he’d had at the start of the night. “Hold him down while Fives fucks him. Sunny could suck him off.”

Sunny made a pleased noise that made it very clear what he made of that idea.

Rex growled, fixing Vector with a glare, one he had learnt from Cody himself, that was normally enough to scare anyone with an ounce of self-preservation into silence; Cody was almost honoured that the desire to fuck him was enough to make that include almost no one in the room as the increasingly detailed mutterings of how they would take him apart didn’t pause even for a second.

“Can you imagine the sounds he’d make if you edged him? He was begging almost before Rex touched him, imagine if you denied him for hours. He’s be so fucking pretty that desperate,” a 501st man said.

“Forget that, I want to see how he looks three orgasms in and being worked up to another one, so thoroughly fucked he can’t even hold himself upright.” And that was definitely Lieutenant Janad.

Rex pushed deep into Cody, balls resting up against Cody’s ass, abandoning the promised hard fucking to grind deep inside Cody while he put their increasingly bold audience in their place.

Cody bit back a grin, everything felt so good, Rex surrounding him, Fives posturing, the impossible mix of reverence and debasement from his men. But he wanted to come, and Rex needed to be brought back to task. Di'kut the lot of them.

“Hardly a brag that you need three men to do the job I do alone. If you thin-”

Cody clenched hard  around Rex’s cock and he interrupted his monologue with a shocked gasp, curling forward, almost losing his balance and toppling onto Cody. Fives failed to fully stifle his laugh and Rex gave Cody a betrayed look.

Cody laughed breathily, pulling Rex down to kiss him.

“I was doing a thing,” Rex grumbled, but accepted the kiss.

“You’re an idiot.” Cody kissed him again. “I love you.”

Rex huffed out a laugh of his own. He held Cody’s face between his hands, their audience momentarily forgotten. The warmth in Rex’s eyes, and the fond curl to his lip affected Cody more than perhaps anything else Rex had given him that evening.

“That’s kinda  sweet actually,” Janad said to some murmured agreement.

“Show them,” Cody said, hands roaming across Rex’s shoulders and down his chest, touching him everywhere he could reach. “Show them how well you fuck me, please, Rex, I’m close.”

Rex bit at Cody’s mouth, catching his lip between sharp teeth and tugging before pulling back to give him the best angle. Rex had brought him close a couple of times already, each time backing off before Cody could come, but there was a determination that made it clear Cody wasn’t going to have to wait much longer.

“I want to see him break,” Nebula said. He had stood from his bunk, him and a couple others joining Vector and Sunny crowding the bottom of the bed, leering at Cody over Rex’s shoulder. Cody glanced at each of them but his gaze was pulled back to Rex as his partner hiked his hips even higher.

It was barely even a stretch now when Rex pulled most of the way out of him only to slid that burning heat deep back inside. There was lube leaking out around Rex’s cock and coating the inside of Cody’s thighs and a line of pre-come sliding down from his cock towards his chest, more pumped out with each thrust of Rex’s hips and slide of his hand.

It didn’t take much before he was right on the cusp of coming again, each time Rex moved inside him punching a sound out of Cody’s throat. He felt like he had been hard for hours. He jerked up into Rex’s hand, muscles tightening as his orgasm grew, his thighs trembling with the strain of it. Rex was close too, could feel it in the way Rex was holding him and see it in the set of his jaw. Cody tightened around Rex’s cock, his own dick twitching at the low groan it pulled from Rex.

“Just like that, Cody,” Rex said, “You feel so good.”

“Rex,” he managed, the tension throughout his body growing to almost too much. He was already past the point of no return, caught between the heat of Rex inside him, and the heat of Rex’s hand around him. He grabbed at Rex’s shoulders as he came with a wordless moan, the building heat and strain across his body hitting the edge he’d been chasing all night. He tumbled over it, his muscles relaxing all at once as his orgasm hit him, an intoxicating mix of relief and intensity. Pleasure coiled outward, his whole body suddenly warm and lax.

One of the watching clones swore colourfully.

Rex’s pace stuttered, as Cody broke underneath him, the scene all but forgotten. He managed only a couple more thrusts into Cody before he hit own limit and came with a choked off cry of Cody’s name. He spilt deep inside Cody, hips flush together, dropping Cody’s legs as he was overtaken by his own pleasure.

Come streaked up Cody’s chest almost to his neck, hands dropping from Rex, eyes closed as he rode out the aftershocks. He collapsed into the damp sheets, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Rex hunched over him, his own breathing equally laboured, head resting on Cody’s shoulder. They were still for a moment, the room either finally stunned to silence or Cody was just too out of it to hear. Rex pressed a clumsy open mouthed kiss to the side of Cody’s neck, the strength in his hold on Cody evaporating in post-orgasm bonelessness.

Cody clutched at Rex’s shoulders, to ground himself, a reminder that he was flesh and blood and not about to slip away into nothing. It had been a long time since he’d come like that.

The noise of the room around them slipped back in, the familiar sound of masturbating and men following their example and finding someone to help them get off.  Cody felt lightheaded.

He clasped his hands behind Rex’s head pulling him out from his neck to kiss him, as uncoordinated and lazy as Rex’s own attempts.

“Love you,” he mumbled into Rex’s mouth, feeling Rex’s lips curl against his.

“Love you too.” Rex paused, and made a face. “But I’m also going to cramp, hold on.”

Cody grinned, laughter bubbling in chest.

Rex pulled out of him, bringing lube and come with him, dipping out down the inside of Cody’s legs and onto the bed below. One of Rex’s favourite tricks was to turn Cody over and eat his own mess out of Cody’s sloppy hole, but even after sharing far more of his sex life with his men than he had ever intended Cody felt he would rather that habit remain between just them. The sheets were already filthy with sweat anyway, what was a little more bodily fluid?

Rex didn’t seem up it either way, as immediately upon extracting himself from Cody flopped back down on top of him. Cody stroked the softness of his buzzed hair. Rex hummed happily.

Someone came with a loud groan of what Cody suspected was his own name. He had assumed that once he had come, and he was no longer thinking more with his cock than his head he would feel embarrassed by his actions - real embarrassment, the sort that tied his stomach in knots, not the embarrassment they had played with in the scene, where the scandal was half of the fun - but despite his concern he was still utterly relaxed. He was going to get shit for this once the CCs found out, and they would, they always did, but he felt like he would be able to shrug it off and very honestly say it had been worth it.

It might even be better for how annoyed Fox would be.

“You good, Cody?” Rex asked.

He nodded.

“Yeah, just, uh, it was a lot.” Cody said. “You?”

Rex hummed again, a deep, satisfied noise. “I’m fantastic.”

There was the sound of footsteps and Blue was standing over him, normally messy hair even messier.  Rex propped himself up on one elbow, glaring at the man who had dared interrupt their post-orgasm bliss. He was mollified almost immediately.

“Here, Sir.” Blue handed Rex a damp cloth and Cody remembered exactly why this man was being considered for a promotion. Cody decided to pretend he was imagining the dark spot on the groin of Blue’s blacks.

“Vector and Sunny look like they are doubling up if you want a clean bunk.” Blue gestured to a bed across the room.

“Thank you,” Rex said, also seemingly a little lost on how he should interact with everyone now the scene had ended.

Blue had no such reservations and saluted Rex, rotated just enough so that he was facing Cody’s straight on and clicked his heels in a second salute, as though Cody wasn’t still naked on his back, lube and come dribbling from his asshole.

Utterly unflappable.

And he would rather like to take Blue up on that offer of the bunk; he had outgrown sleeping on dirty sheets.

The cloth was cool against his overheated skin as Rex wiped up first the mess he’d made on his stomach and then down between Cody’s legs. He inhaled sharply as the cloth passed between his checks and over his sensitive rim, but even the most insatiable parts of him agreed that they were done for the night. Finally, folding the cloth over on itself to find a still clean section Rex gave his own crotch a once over. It wasn’t really enough, they were both still covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but Cody didn’t think his legs would hold him long enough to shower, even if he could face the communal freshers.

He’d been naked around enough of his men for one night.

“You want some water, Commander?” Fives asked, because apparently everyone was desperate to be helpful now. It was reassuring in a lot of ways, he wouldn’t know if he’d completely fucked up the chain of command until later, but now the scene had ended everyone seemed to be falling back into something that resembled polite interaction.

“Thank you.” He pushed himself upright, untangling himself from Rex only after reminding himself it would only be for a minute before he could cuddle up against him again, all the better for a clean bed and a cold drink.

Rex didn’t let him go very fair anyway, shifting to sit up against him, pressed together from thigh to shoulder.

Cody took the offered water bottle, noting absently that his hands were shaking just a little. He drank the cold water gratefully, very aware of his body’s needs now that they had finished. He wouldn’t have said no to something to eat either but sleep, and crawling back on top of Rex felt more immediately pressing.

He passed the bottle over to Rex who took a grateful couple of mouthfuls of his own.

“Something to be said for delegating the aftercare,” Rex said, nudging Cody’s shoulder with his own.

Cody snorted. “Maybe we should always have a shiny on hand to bring us fresh bedding and hand feed us fruit after sex.”

Fives opened his mouth to say something, but Cody shot him a look and he wisely snapped his mouth shut. Wordlessly, Fives took the empty water bottle back. It was nice to know publicly begging for cock hadn’t robbed him of his ability to glare men into silence.

“Fresh blacks for both of you on Vector’s bunk, Sir,” Janad called from across the room.

“Not sure about morale, but it certainly seems to have improved inter-battalion coordination,” Rex said, sounding genuinely impressed.

Cody rolled his eyes, painfully fond. “The 212th and 501st worked together just fine before I got my dick out.”

Rex laughed and stood, pulling Cody after him by his hand as he crossed the room over to Vector’s bunk

“I don’t know, I certainly feel like the inter-battalion coordination of certain officers is improved when you get your dick out.”

Cody groaned but didn’t try to hide is smile

Passing Rex the bottom half of one of the sets of clean blacks before climbing into his own, struggling with sluggish limbs that didn’t want to work the way he expected them to. He left the shirts folded at the bottom of the bed, sinking down into what passed as a mattress, tugging Rex impatiently after him. It only took them a second to arrange themselves how they wanted, cuddled up against each other.

“That was good,” Rex said, tracing aimless shapes onto the skin of Cody’s back. “Didn’t expect to get so into it.”

“If they don’t keep us up all night with their attempts to recreate our best hits, maybe we can give them another show in the morning,” Cody teased.

Rex’s chest rumbled under Cody’s head as he laughed. “Don’t say that too loud, they’ll get ideas.”

Cody grinned. He could think of worse outcomes.

#my fic #codex #cody x rex #rex x cody #codyrex #star wars #tcw #cloneshipping #I forgot to cross post this #because I was still only lurking #but I am writing again #this is more wholesome than the tags imply #because there is nothing better than kinky sex than kinky sex when they love and respect each other so much

[clonemando]

Star Wars Fun in the Sun Submission

This fic was written for @starwarsfandomfests “Summer Fun in the Sun” event. This event was really fun to participate in and I’m glad I joined in. I was given @anaisonfire to write for and chose to write some fluffy Jangobi for you with some bonding between Jango and the clones and Obi-Wan and young Boba. I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of the waves lapping at the sand of the beach and the feeling of warm sunlight against his bare skin had Obi-Wan almost dozing in his chair. It had been so long since he could just relax like this and soak in the beauty and sensations of a place instead of worrying about an attack but the war was finally over. A lucky break had come from Fox who had nearly faceplanted onto the council room floor in a combination of his haste to speak with them and complete exhaustion. He had overheard a conversation between Dooku and Palpatine revealing his plans and had recorded it on his helmet cam, giving the Jedi evidence against the now exposed Sith Lord. Dechipping started as soon as they located what it was Palpatine was talking about and within the month, the head had been cut off the snake. Without Palpatine’s funding, a lot of previously Separatist worlds returned to the Republic begging for another chance. Dooku was backed into a corner and he knew it, so he had willingly turned himself into the Jedi council, giving up information on Grievous that led to his capture and the droid army’s shutdown. Things still weren’t perfect. The flaws of the Republic were more obvious than ever. The corruption ran deeper than before. The Clones still didn’t have the rights they deserved.

“What has you frowning like that, cyare? We’re supposed to be on vacation.” Jango’s voice interrupted the downward turn his thoughts had taken and his lips turned up in a warm smile.

“Just thinking about the mess we are not supposed to be thinking about while here. The usual.” He said and Jango snorted when Obi-Wan looked over to soak in the sight of him. Despite seeing his face repeated a million times in the war, none looked quite as handsome as Jango’s own scarred appearance to him.

“That’s fair enough. I keep worrying about Boba.” Jango admitted looking out over where the 212th and 501st were all playing volleyball or splashing in the water or laying in chairs like Jango and Obi-Wan just soaking in the sun. Obi-Wan sighed. Boba was another issue they would have to figure out a solution to. Well, not Boba himself, but how to integrate him into the rest of the family.

“Where is he now?” Obi-Wan asked when he didn’t see the boy in question.

“Inside the hotel room moping. I left him some books to read that I thought he might like so hopefully he’s curled up with one of those at least. I wish I knew how to make it better. I suppose just time with the mind healers for all of us. Watching who he thought was me get their head cut off is not the sort of trauma that goes away in a few months.” Jango murmured rubbing his face and Obi-Wan reached out to squeeze his hand.

“I have to admit it was a big shock to all of us when Dooku revealed you were alive and that the person Mace killed had been one of the clones he had kept personally for purposes such as that. I’m just glad that you survived and that Boba had been able to be located and reunited with you.” He said seriously. Jango nodded.

“If Aurra weren’t already dead I’d kill her again for poisoning him to think I’d want him risking his life that way. I just want him happy and healthy.” He said, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand back. The relationship that had somehow started between them, since Jango was recovered from where he had been imprisoned and had started helping fight for the clones and clean up the mess that he helped make, was the biggest surprise of all. Obi-Wan had always assumed that Jango was a cold heartless person to have made all the clones and treated them so indifferently, however he had realized that the opposite was in fact true. Jango cared greatly for the clones but he had been just as much a prisoner in Palpatine and Dooku’s schemes as they had and he had distanced himself to protect them from being targeted due to Dooku thinking he might use them against him. Finding out Jango had also been implanted with a rudimentary version of the chip also explained a few things and allowed him to be pardoned for the attempted hit on Padme. Of course, a lot of it was still on Jango’s shoulders and he was doing all he could to rectify his actions. Somehow in all the working together to help the clones, Obi-Wan and Jango had become close enough to the point that even Boba and Anakin had been calling them a couple behind their backs. Now they really were.

“Vacations don’t work well when we just lay around and let ourselves worry about things. How about we go join in on the death ball game the boys are playing instead?” He offered and Jango chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“That sounds like a great idea. Just don’t complain when my team crushes you.” He said getting up and waving over at Cody.

“Wait a minute! Cody is my commander! He’s going to be on my team!” Obi-Wan quickly hopped up to follow and get integrated into the teams. Obi-Wan ended up on Rex’s team while Jango had cockily gained Cody’s choice, Cody giving Obi-Wan a fake-apologetic smirk.

“You can’t even hold onto your lightsaber and you expect me to think you can keep a ball?” He teased with a lot of clones’ ‘ooo’s surrounding them.

“Oh it’s on now, my dear, you’ve made a grave mistake.” Obi-Wan had said, moving to huddle with his team. In the end, due to a non-Force use rule, the teams were evenly matched and the game never really got far in either team’s favor. They were all just having fun wrestling a ball from each other and trying to get it to the opposite team’s goal. Eventually, they all decided to split the difference and go change in Anakin’s room so he had to deal with all the sand instead of the losing team’s when they broke for lunch.

Jango managed to convince Boba to come out and join them for the meal and Obi-Wan smiled as the boy enthusiastically told his father about something he had been reading about snails. Seeing the difference in the way he acted when he had thought he lost his father compared to now was a shock. With Jango’s love and support, it was like looking at two different people. Although, the older bitter Boba was still in there and came out around the clones as shown when Cody sat beside Obi-Wan and started to chat causing Boba to quiet and withdraw.

“Can I go to the tide pools and look for the snails once we’re finished here, buir?” Boba asked and Jango nodded.

“Of course. Just be careful.” He agreed and Obi-Wan perked up at the perfect opportunity to try to bond a little with the boy.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to come with you Boba. There are lots of little creatures there I’d like to see. Plus those bioluminescent snails sound really fascinating.” He said making sure to show he was listening to what Boba was saying by repeating some back.

“I guess it wouldn’t be bad to have you along. You can probably use your Force thingy to find them more easily.” Boba agreed after a moment of thought and Obi didn’t bother correcting him that the Force didn’t work that way. They quickly finished up the last of their meal and Boba led Obi-Wan towards the rocky area where the tide pools resided. Jango had declined in joining them with a knowing look at his Jedi and made an excuse of needing to call and check in on some work.

“Do you like ocean animals a lot, Boba?” He asked, trying to start a conversation to which the boy shrugged.

“I like all animals. There are so many planets with so many different ways for them to evolve and so many little differences even in species that are mostly the same. It’s cool to see what new things I can find out on each planet my buir and I visit. He used to make it a game we’d play together.” He admitted kicking a rock to splash into one of the little pools of water.

“Jango loves you a lot. You know that him helping the other clones doesn’t change his feelings about you, right?” Obi-Wan asked him and Boba grunted.

“I didn’t invite you to have you try to pick around in my brain. Now get to using your Jetii magics to find me some glowing snails or go back to making dopey looks at my dad and let me do my thing.” He grumbled and Obi-Wan rolled his eyes but did his best to feel around them to try to see if he could connect to any of the animals and figure out where the snails could be if they were even there at all.

While sensing the creature’s minds he felt them all diving deeper from what he figured was fear of the two humans encroaching on their homes however suddenly there was a faint rumbling and he gasped when Boba went barreling right into his stomach knocking him back into one of the ponds just in time to keep him from falling into a hole that opened up under where his feet had been.

Boba groaned as they both picked themselves up, equally soaked. “Dang it. Buir specifically told me not to fall in, now he’s going to laugh at me,” he whined.

“Thank you. I’m not even sure what just happened.” Obi-Wan confessed glad he had been in beachwear already, unlike Boba who was trying to wring out his t-shirt without removing it now.

“The rocks here aren’t round and solid like on most beaches. They’re flat and shift around with the tides as well like plates. It was in the book. The change in temperature at different points in the day causes the water currents to shift and then they move. I saw the fish diving and the rock around it start to move. I might not fully like you but my dad does, so letting you get trapped in a hole and drown seemed like the wrong move.” Boba said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts awkwardly.

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless. It seems your extra reading saved my life.” He said with a chuckle, stroking his beard out of habit. “It would have been a shame to live through a whole war only to die to a little water and rock.” He said and Boba snorted but relaxed.

“The great Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi done-in by a change in tide while on vacation does sound like a great holonet headline.” He teased and they both continued their search for sea snails a little more carefully, eventually catching a few in a bucket to bring back and show Jango and the clones. Things weren’t perfect, but as Obi-Wan curled close to Jango’s warm chest that night, he found he was okay with that.

#Star wars summer fun in the sun #Star Wars #Jangobi #Jango Fett #Obi-Wan #Young Boba Fett #Marshal Commander Cody #The Clone Wars #Fandom Event #Fanfic #Fluff #my writing

[wanderinginksplot]

Just for Kix

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"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" a friendly voice called out as Kix walked into the GAR's main medbay.

"Curl, you di'kut, there's no one else here," Kix complained, though the grin on his face took the sting out of the insult he tossed to his fellow medic.

"Yeah, but the others are on their way," Curl said defensively, gripping Kix's forearm in greeting. Kix squeezed Curl's 104th-gray vambrace in return before helping to gather some of the medbay's most comfortable chairs.

'The others' were the other medics of various battalions. Every few months, the GAR brought some of the older medics back to Coruscant to be recertified. This class was going to be great or terrible, Kix hadn't decided. With some of the brothers he heard were scheduled to be here, it could go either way, but it was sure to be memorable.

Still, it would be good to see everyone again. They had decided to meet here as soon as everyone's transports arrived. Classes didn't start until the next morning, but everyone needed a chance to complain about the idiots they were in charge of.

"Are all the transports here?" Kix asked.

Curl started to say something, but he was cut off by heavy footsteps approaching the medbay door. A large trooper stepped in, his sheer size and the weight of his heavy muscle making the floor reverberate a little with every step. His armor, altered to fit his increased muscle mass, was painted with swirls of 327th yellow.

When he caught sight of them, he bobbed his head and removed his helmet. "Kix, Curl," he said in greeting, his low voice rumbling through the room like thunder.

"Limit," Kix returned.

"Well, if it isn't the most popular medic in the GAR," Curl joked, beaming at the man. "Heard you couldn't keep the females away last time you were at 79's, vod."

Limit's face flushed. "Stop it, Cu- Curl. I get enough of that from my- my own men."

"Leave him alone," Kix chided, shoving at Curl's shoulder. "Keep it up and I'll tell Wolffe you were bullying Limit."

Curl was irreverent, but Kix thought that threatening to go to his commanding officer would make him back off - especially with a CO as ill-tempered as Wolffe. Curl seemed unphased, however.

"Oh, yeah?" Curl challenged. "Maybe I'll tell him you were messing with Limit. He's still mad at you for joking about his cybernetic eye."

"You j-joked about Commander Wolffe's eye?" Limit asked, looking shocked and a bit horrified.

Kix felt an uncharacteristic surge of guilt. Limit was everyone's favorite brother. Disappointing him was like hitting a youngling.

"You didn't have to see how bad it was, Limit!" he defended. "I was scraping black goo out of it. He's lucky it didn't catch fire, and Curl is lucky he didn't have to deal with it!"

"Yeah, but I had to treat your general that one time," Curl tossed back.

"And I'm sure it was terrible for you," Kix said dryly.

The one time General Skywalker had been injured and admitted he needed a medic, Curl had been the one to treat him. Kix had spent his entire career dragging his general into the medbay for every injury, but Skywalker came and asked Curl to all but perform a battlefield surgery!

Curl had been insufferable after that.

"You know better than to make fun of someone who came to you- to you for treatment, Kix," Limit told him, deep voice saddened.

"Yeah, Kix," Curl gloated, beaming from behind Limit's impossibly broad shoulder.

"Come over here, Curl," Kix invited. "I want to show you this new method of spinal adjustment I learned. Only a mild chance of paralysis."

The door opened once again, this time admitting a trooper who wore Coruscant Guard crimson even out of uniform.

"Wow, Ink," Curl commented. "Didn't even bother to dress up, huh?"

"Got off duty an hour ago," Ink grunted. "Didn't want to be in my armor longer than I had to."

True enough, the trooper wore a crimson shirt with sleeves that barely reached his elbows. Wearing civvies to a medic meeting, even one that wasn't GAR-official, was a bold move. Everyone's civilian clothing was open to mocking, and Ink was no exception.

Of course, Curl didn't limit himself to Ink's clothing.

"What happened to your arms, vod?" he asked, seeming to fight a grin.

Ink was known among troopers for his tattoos. Intricate, Mandalorian-inspired patterns traced along the entirety of his back, shoulders, and arms. Ink had been expanding the maze of tattoos lately, and they had now spread down his forearms almost to his wrists. Of course, Curl was probably talking about the spots where messy splotches of color filled the precise outlines of the pattern.

At Curl's question, Ink glanced down at his forearms and shrugged. "The Guard had to investigate a fire on one of the lower levels. There were some younglings there."

He said it like it was a full explanation and - from him - it was. Ink melted around younglings of every species, despite how much he scared their parents.

Kix hid a smile of his own. "How's life with the Corrie Guard treating you?"

"He shou-should be the one doing the treating," Limit joked.

"Hilarious," Ink deadpanned. "Guard life is good. Treated a sprained ankle last week. Di'kut jumped down a level and a half without a jetpack."

"Hey, you know the rules," Curl objected. "No med talk until everyone is here."

"Who are we waiting on?" Kix asked.

"Heeeeeyyyyyyyy!" Shatter cheered, bursting through the door like he had been waiting for an introduction. Sprain followed close behind, throwing his arms outward like he was accepting applause.

"You didn't start without us, did you?" Sprain asked when Shatter finally paused to breathe.

"Just a short story about Wolffe," Limit admitted, looking guilty. "Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for, Limit," Shatter forgave easily, gripping Limit's forearm in a quick warrior's greeting.

"Besides, we've all heard about Wolffe's eye," Sprain added. "Kix has been complaining about it for months."

"Was I supposed to stop?" Kix asked, mildly affronted. "I can still smell it!"

"Gross," Ink contributed.

"Gross? I'm gonna assume you're talking about that sad excuse for civvies," Shatter jabbed. "I mean, I wasn't gonna say anything, but it looks like something a Weequay would wear."

Ink snorted. "At least they didn't run out of dye for my shirt like they did with your hair."

Everyone else in the room chuckled at that - except Sprain, who had a single streak of dye up the back of his hair to match his brother. Shatter's was 212th gold, of course, while Sprain's was 41st Elite Corps green.

"I would be more offended by that if we weren't talking to the unanimously-voted best medic in the GAR," Sprain said, grinning.

"Is it true you actually got Fox to sleep more than five hours straight?" Shatter asked.

Kix perked up. This was new information… Fox was infamous for his lack of regular sleep, and infamously stubborn when it came to setting professional limits for sake of his health.

Ink leaned back in his chair and crossed his color-swatched arms over his chest. "I can neither confirm nor deny that story. Medic-patient privilege."

"C'mon, Ink," Curl wheedled. "No one's ever gotten Fox to sleep that long, especially not an almost-shiny like you."

Ink shot a glare in Curl's direction.

"However you d-did it, good job," Limit congratulated sincerely. "The Commander needs to take better care of- care of himself."

"We're here to learn new stuff to use on the field, right?" Kix mused slowly. "Well, I have a general who likes to avoid sleep. Can you give me some tips, Ink?"

Curl snorted. "Maybe another medic just has to ask."

Sprain, having heard the Curl-treating-Skywalker story before, just elbowed Curl. "Yeah, Ink, help Kix out. Of course, I don't need any help at all, since General Unduli believes in living a life of balance..."

"Shut up, Sprain," Shatter told his brother. "We get it; your general actually takes care of herself. Ink, if the circles under Kenobi's eyes get any darker, I'm going to get called in for dereliction of duty. Help a vod avoid a court-martial, would you?"

Ink sighed. "I can't be specific, but… did you know that certain Coruscant businesses will package unflavored protein powder in stim packages?"

Shouts of laughter greeted his carefully worded advice.

"Is that ethical?" Limit asked, sounding a bit troubled by the idea of deceiving a patient.

With a shrug, Ink told him, "More ethical than letting the Head Commander catch a plasma bolt in his shebs because he's too tired to function when his overlapping stims wear off."

Limit still looked doubtful, but Kix made a mental note of the trick. The general and commander didn't use stims except in dire circumstances - claiming that the Force sustained them - but the captain was known to be more reliant on non-sleep methods than Kix would prefer. And don't even get him started on Fives and Echo. When the ARCs were attached to the 501st, Kix could feel his heart working overtime.

"Speaking of catching a bolt, is it true you threatened to shoot one of your troopers, Curl?" Kix asked, relishing the looks of shock on the faces of the other medics. He had waited until everyone was present to drop that particular bit of news.

Curl looked surprised, for once. "How did you hear about that?"

"I have my ways," Kix said mysteriously. It paid to be friends with officers from other battalions, and his friendship with Sinker had proven it on multiple occasions.

Looking murderous, Limit drew himself up to full height. "You what?"

Curl knew when to get out of the line of fire and took a few steps away from the mass of muscle that was Limit. "It's not as bad as it sounds! Some of the members of the Wolfpack were experimenting with their jetpacks. I overheard a plan to drop a trooper from cruising altitude and have the other men catch him on the way down. I told them that they wouldn't have to worry about the enemy if they tried it."

Shatter blew out a breath. "Your battalion is something else, Curl."

That was the general consensus, if the nods and grunts around the room were any sign.

"So? Am I forgiven, Limit?" Curl asked, his eyes dancing.

Limit clenched his jaw. "I just don't think there is any- any cause to threaten one of your own troopers. Their safety is your concern, and they get enough threats from outsiders."

Sprain looked curious. "And what do you do when one of your troopers refuses to consider his own safety?"

"I talk to him," Limit answered simply. "Last miss- mission, Lieutenant Galle tried to hide an injury from me. When I found out about it, I treated- treated him and we had a talk about the responsibility of command and the importance of being at your- at your best when the lives of your vode are at risk."

"How did he take that talk?" Kix asked. Galle was notoriously stubborn and took criticism extremely poorly.

"He cried and admitted that I was right."

Surprised laughter met that pronouncement.

"Psychological warfare is the worst kind," Ink told him. "I'd rather someone just shoot at me."

"You don't mean that," Curl said, though his voice made it a question.

Shatter raised his eyebrows. "Would you rather get shot at or have Limit tell you that your life choices were bad?"

With a long look in Limit's direction, Sprain shrugged. "I'd go under fire any day."

"And I sup-suppose you all just threaten your men?"

"Sometimes, you can bribe them instead," Curl countered, keeping a steady distance between Limit and himself.

Any attempt at coherent conversation disintegrated from there, as the medics fell into arguments about the best way to handle stubborn patients. Kix fought a grin as he listened to them all. With medics like these fighting for the Republic, the CIS didn't stand a chance.

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A/N - As a note, stims are canonically injected, but this is a theoretical powdered version. (Go with it.) I know some of you have told me your hopes for a happy ending for Kix. While I'm sure he continues to help where he can in his current timeline, the sequel era just doesn't inspire me enough to write a sequel-based happy ending for him. However, the idea of a medic group chat is one that has stuck with me throughout this series, and I wanted to include it in part here! You already know Curl, Shatter, and Sprain. Limit was introduced in the Bly chapter of Nobody Listens to Kix. Ink is new and got his name from his tattoos (not because of my username, I promise!). I hope it provided a lighthearted end to this particular fic.

Unfortunately, this is the last chapter of this story at this point. Unless I get some new ideas or surrender to my urge to write more about these OCs, this is the end of this particular story. If anyone has interest in a different work about several members of the Coruscant Guard, I have one I'm publishing as my new weekly-updated story (found on my masterlist). If not, no worries! It has been an absolute joy writing for you! Thank you, as always, for reading! Have a wonderful day!

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[wolffesimp]

Beach Shenanigans

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summary: the war was won. order 66 was never executed. the 501st, 212th, and 104th battalions along with y/n, obi wan keniobi, ahsoka, anakin, and padmé enjoyed their much needed island vacation. what ensues is beach shenanigans and MORE! stick around for a day full of laughs, crying, tanning, and swimming! 2.3k words of my imagination and clone happiness!

warnings: OH MY GOD SO MANY SHENANIGANS I SHOULD GET PAID FOR THESE ORIGINAL FUCKING IDEAS!!!!!!!!! alcohol is consumed. some mature themes. nothing explicit uhhh lots of fluff and cusswords cuz they make my writing ✨spicy✨yeah that’s pretty much it :)

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y/n was unceremoniously awoken by rex

who was the devoutly loyal boyfriend

for him, she would fight a million more wars

“mornin princess. up and at em!”

“don’t wanna get out of bed...”

just then, there was a knock on the door

before anyone could announce come in

the door was busted down by a very enthusiastic battalion

namely, the 501st

y/n gaped at them

fives and echo held buckets and shovels for a sandcastle

smiles bigger than the deathstar 

jesse’s nose was white from the sunscreen that kix insisted he put on

tup’s naturally curly hair was finally down, a lei adorning his neck

dogma and hardcase had pool noddles in hand

meanwhile fives held a gigantic inner tube

kix had big sunglasses on, fresh glass of orange juice in hand

y/n could only stare for a few minutes

they all began to speak in sync

incredibly excited to finally dip their toes in the water and run on the beach

she laughed at them “suppose i should get out of bed!”

rex laughed with her, shaking his head at the antics of his brothers

standing up and shooing the boys out of her room, he made sure to close the door behind him

oh rex, he was too considerate for his own good

y/n slipped on her favorite swimsuit

along with one of obi wan’s t-shirts

grabbing her beach bag and slipping on her flip flops

she was out of her room

the clones were waiting impatiently downstairs

practically itching with excitement

y/n reached the landing, sliding on her favorite sunglasses

“hey guys! ready to go-“

fives picked her up into her arms, sprinting out of the house

“first one at the beach wins!”

the clones chased after the two

y/n squealed as fives held tightly onto her

“don’t worry y/n, i’m not gonna drop ya.”

“i know but rex is hot on our tail!”

fives panted

“like hell i’m gonna let him win!”

y/n giggled as rex fell behind

“hey rexie, suck my toe!”

“watch your mouth, y/n!”

she stuck her tongue out in response

rex chuckled at the antics of his girl

obi wan, cody, anakin, and padmé were far behind them

probably too mature to participate in such activities

let’s be honest if padmé wasn’t there anakin would be running too

ahsoka ran beside rex, smirking

“rex and i are gonna beat you!”

y/n finally saw the beach at the end of the boardwalk which they were running down

“c’mon fives! we have to win!”

he smirked down at her

“you know we never loose!”

fives cheered as they were the first one to reach the beach

setting down y/n, they waited for the others to catch up

in a frenzy, the clones ran to the ocean

ahsoka and y/n giggled at their faces of pure joy

“hey, wanna share this umbrella and mat i brought?”

ahsoka turned to y/n, smiling contently

“that sounds great!”

the two girls set up their camp for the day

towels beside each other

books, sunscreen, water bottles and everything in between 

y/n also brought out the extra towels she had

setting them by obi wan and cody

“for the clones who forgot their own”

obi wan was distracted by the clones in the ocean

“do they know how to...swim?”

cody and y/n stared at each other

“oh-”

“shit!”

y/n ran towards the clones

“PAUSE! PAUSE! PAUSE! EVERYONE OUT OF THE OCEAN! NO ONE IS DROWNING ON MAMA Y/N’S WATCH! JESSE, DON’T YOU HIDE, GET OUTTA THERE!” 

cody knew it was taken care of

he sat back down, basking in the sun

obi wan laughed heartily as y/n shouted at the clones

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME Y’ALL COULDN’T SWIM!! SWEET MAKER!!!! ONE OF YOU COULD’VE DROWNED!”

“kix would’ve saved us!”

“THERE’S ONLY ONE KIX, YOU IDIOTS!”

ahsoka giggled

y/n took off her shirt “hold this for me, sokie! lifeguard y/n’s on duty”

the boys catcalled y/n teasingly

“oooh yeah y/n!” ahsoka called out, hyping her older sister up 

the boys earning icy glares from rex

she kissed his cheek

making it clear that there was no need for jealousy

y/n waded into the ocean

motioning for them to follow behind her

“now...is anyone feeling nervous?”

well as it turns out...

the clones loved swimming

they all easily caught on

even becoming faster than y/n

much to her dismay

y/n and ahsoka playfully splashed each other

giggling as other clones joined in

cody and obi wan decided to join in on the fun

and when someone splashed cody it went quiet

y/n glared at fives

she knew it was him

fives whistled

looking around as if to say

“who? me?”

cody full force splashed fives back

next thing she knew a splashing war broke out

the 501st, ahsoka, and y/n went up against the 212th, obi wan and 104th 

boil and waxer were head to head with echo and fives

y/n and ahsoka combatted obi wan and cody

it seemed like no one was backing down 

until someone got kicked in the leg

practically drowning

mfs are genetically modified

getting kicked by them would probably seriously injure me i mean jesus christ

“dammit! this is why the 501st can’t have nice things!” rex cursed

tup was weak in the knees

but mama y/n was there to wrap him up in a towel

careful to dry his curly hair

setting him up comfortably

“we’re having lunch soon, so stay put for now, alright hun? make sure to hydrate!”

“thank you, y/n.”

“mhm!”

she took rex’s hand

dragging him back into the ocean

“tup will be fine! hey fives and sokie, let’s play chicken!”

explaining the game rules, y/n perched herself on rex’s broad shoulders

ahsoka was on fives shoulders

smirking at her opponent

“this’ll be fun!”

y/n and ahsoka’s arms collided

their laughs filled the air as they attempted to fight each other off

meanwhile rex clung to y/n’s thighs

making sure his princess didn’t fall into the water

fives attempted to kick his captain

only to earn a snarl and forceful blow to the chest

fives was knocked into the water

sending ahsoka flying 

y/n wheezed 

“holy shit!” rex remarked

quickly recovering her senses, concern taking over

“wait- AHSOKA! FIVES! ARE YOU GUYS OK?”

fives’ thumbs up shot out from the water

ahsoka’s montrals emerging from the blue sea

rex laughed pityingly at fives and ahsoka

“round two?”

well, there ended up being 10 rounds

all four of them were soaking wet by the end 

breathless and ready for a break

rex carried y/n as per request

she could be a little shit sometimes

rex secretly loved it 

ahsoka and y/n made room for fives, rex, and a few other troopers

“hey ahsoka, where are anakin and padmé?”

they looked around curiously

the place where they once resided were empty

“they are probably...ya know...”

y/n made crude gestures eluding to sex

ahsoka cringed, throwing a tube of sunscreen at y/n

“gross!”

rex put his head in y/n’s lap

her hand ran through his blonde curls 

which had been growing out since the end of the war

well maintained by y/n

who insisted on doing his hair

“oh get a room!” ahsoka teased

“we can always make out in front of you guys” 

“ewww”

“please don’t”

“i would rather not see my mother figure do that”

y/n and rex laughed

they were so beautiful together

it was clear that they would spend the rest of their lives with each other

as the day drags on, y/n falls asleep blissfully on her towel

luckily rex helped her with an umbrella so she wouldn’t get sun burnt 

the boys shenanigans continued on without her

fives and echo built a sandcastle the size of a shed

rex, cody, wolffe, and obi wan enjoyed margaritas beside the sleeping y/n

while ahsoka had a virgin piña colada

jesse was buried alive by dogma, tup, kix, and hardcase 

a few of the members of the 104th were flirting with a group of twi’lek girls 

flexing their muscles and battlescars

the remainder swimming in the ocean

the 212th were playing a competitive game of frisbee with island locals

fives and echo decided they were done with their sandcastle 

ushering the generals and jedi to check it out

they didn’t want to admit it, but they were very impressed with their work

y/n was still sleeping

fives was bored

so he took his bucket

washed out the sand

then refilled it with clean water

while echo was talking with the generals and jedi

unintentionally distracting them from the scene that was about to play out 

fives chuckled devilishly

pouring the water onto y/n

she screamed as the cold water hit her face and chest

eyes opening to an entertained fives

until he saw the look in her eyes

fives was so dead

instead of facing death in its face

he took off running, screaming to anyone who would listen 

“Y/N’S GONNA KILL ME!”

“HELP! ANYONE!”

“PLEASE HELP ME!”

*violent screams*

y/n was in hot pursuit of the dumbass himself 

running shockingly fast

not even breaking a sweat

rex cheered her on

having no idea what happened

but wanting to be a supportive boyfriend 

fives looked helplessly at anyone 

having nowhere to run 

y/n stopped running

finding an innocent sea creature on the ground 

“hi lil crab...you are gonna help me out here”

fives continued running as far away as possible from her

the crab settled in her palm

calmed by the aura y/n generated from the force

“fives! stop running! i’m done with your ass!”

fives was panting

knelt over

hot in the face

“i am so not sorry for what i’m about to do”

“wait wha-”

y/n shielded her eyes away as she dropped the crab into his swim trunks 

fives let out an ear piercing scream 

“WHAT IS IT IN MY SHORTS?!! ITS CRAWLING UP MY ASS!!!”

y/n was completely incoherent 

laughing so hard with tears come to her eyes

“IT’S PINCHING ME! OH IT HURTS! OHHHH MY ASS CHEEKS”

y/n couldn’t breathe 

knees buckling as she fell onto the sand 

obi wan and cody were extremely panicked

what the hell is wrong with fives?

obi wan approached him 

fives was jumping up and down

running in circles

looking like a complete madman

“fives what are you doing?”

“CRAB IN MY SHORTS”

“how is there a crab in your shorts?”

“GET IT OUT! IT’S IN MY ASS-”

wolffe was flabergasted 

“what?”

rex crossed his arms

already knowing who the culprit was

“y/n?” 

she staggered over to him

leaning into his chest as she wheezed

“shit- imma...imma pee my pants!! oh fucking hell if i would’ve known this-”

obi wan glared at her

fives screamed once again

“I HAVE TO DO IT!”

“do what?”

all of the 501st instantly knew what he meant

“fives don’t-”

“wait wait wait-”

“i swear to maker-”

“if he does it-”

fives dropped his shorts

revealing his ass and the rest of the land down under

y/n screeched

she saw something she could never un-see

the beach went silent

oh my god

fives just flashed the  e n t i r e  public area

echo looked embarrassed for his vod

but the relief on fives face...

the crab was promptly thrown across the beach

fives quickly pulled up his shorts

praying to god that nobody saw 

they did

“give us a warning next time, fives!” cody said judgementally

obi wan couldn’t even look at him

y/n hid her head in rex’s chest

“i want to go blind”

rex chuckled, playing with her hair sympathetically 

“i know i’m big, y/n!” fives called out teasingly

well someone recovered quickly 

“FIVES!” tup lectured

hardcase and jesse chuckled

meanwhile kix and dogma looked apologetically at y/n

“i can’t believe you...” she muttered to no one in particular 

the rest of the day went swimmingly

filled with even more laughs

a million holophotos 

is that what you call them??

followed by the envious photos from mace windu, plo koon, and kit fisto

they were definitley coming next time

ahsoka tried her first ever drink

don’t worry, only y/n saw! 

and ahsoka was above the drinking age on the planet they were in!

who else would permit her to do it?

besides, she had a theory ahsoka wouldn’t like alcohol

the theory was proven to be true

ahsoka spat it out

giving it back to y/n 

shortly after

y/n and ahsoka baked cookies for the boys

while rex, cody, and wolffe grilled out

wolffe was the real pro

even having an apron that said

“kiss the grill dad”

comet and sinker found it on some sketchy website

it proved to be one of the best gifts 

the rest of the boys brought down silverware, tables, and the firepits

preparing for another long night

waves crashing into each other as the tide receeded back

by the time ahsoka and y/n were back they enjoyed dinner and dessert beach side

a magical sunset painting the sky 

hues of pink, orange and purple

ahsoka snapped a picture of y/n and rex’s not-so-secret-kiss 

the sunset it the background

ahsoka needed to frame it and give it to y/n as a surprise 

the sun was down

fire crackling 

soft conversations between all battalions and jedi

calmed down by the end of the night

the distant sound of music 

to the clones, it felt like a dream

none of them thought they would make it past this war

but here they were

and they couldn’t be more thankful

finally, their future was promised

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[writer1]

Fear of the unknown

Chapter 8

You and Rex comm Anakin after getting him some pain killers, telling him the situation. He arrived shortly after, already apologizing.

"Rex, I'm so sorry. If I had realized that there was a full moon tonight I would have had you stay on the Resolute."

"It's f- fine General. It isn't your fault, besides the mission comes first." Rex is clutching his stomach and breathing hard, it breaks your heart to see him in so much pain.

"It's not fine Rex, you're off duty until the full moon is over, I'll see if the queen will let you stay in the palace." Rex's eyes go wide at that, you can tell that he's going to fight Anakin on it.

"You don't need to do that General, I can stay in the tents like my brothers."

"Rex, Anakin's right, look at you. Your going to need somewhere comfortable to transform if you're already in this much pain." Rex sighs, finally giving in.

"Fine, if you insist." You chuckle, it's just like Rex to try to act strong. You can tell though that he's happy not to have to be in a tent while he transforms.

"I'll contact the queen right now, you just relax Rex. I'll take care of everything." You both nod and you look at Rex, you put your hand on his shoulder, you can feel him shaking. This is worse than you thought.

"Do you need anything Rex." Rex shakes his head, the painkillers that you got him before did nothing.

"I don't think so cyare. Those painkillers you gave me did nothing, I don't think anything's going to help." You feel so bad for him, he doesn't deserve to be in this much pain. You see Anakin walking over to you, you're hopeful that the queen will let Rex sleep in the palace.

"The queen will allow Rex and you to stay in the palace, she already told me where your room is so follow me." You and Rex both follow Anakin into the palace, you holding Rex's hand tightly. You arrive at a room, as soon as Anakin presses in the keypad and opens the door, Rex walks over and pretty much falls into the bed.

"By the way Rex, the queen said that she hopes you feel better."

'T-thats nice. Tell her thanks for me." Rex tells him from the bed, not even looking at Anakin. You can tell from the way Rex is acting that it feels better to be off his feet.

"Thanks Anakin, comm us if anything happens okay." Anakin nods.

"Of course, y/n. Make sure Rex rests, ok."

"Don't worry, I will." Anakin leaves and you the door closes behind him, leaving you and Rex alone. You walk over to the bed, Rex is laying there curled up in pain.

"Rex, you should get your armor off sweetheart. It'll hurt even more if you transform with it on." Rex mumbles something unintelligible then sits up and starts taking off his armor slowly, you helping him.

Once all his armor is off Rex takes off his shirt to make the transformation easier, when you're putting his armor on the floor next to the bed you feel Rex grab your waist and pull you into the bed.

"Rex, sweetie. What are you doing." You're about to chuckle when he whimpers in pain, pulling you against his chest.

"It hurts cyare. Want to cuddle." You answer him by wrapping your arms around him and running your finger through the buzzed hair on the back of his head.

You grab your datapad off the side table beside the bed, it's hard to do with Rex cuddling you but you manage it, checking the time. The moon should be up in about an hour, so Rex has a little while to go. Poor Rex is still whimpering in pain, which is so unlike him.

"Shhh, it's okay Rex, it's going to be okay." Rex just whimpers as you rub his head, he's covered in sweat and you can see a tiny bit of fur starting to grow on his arms. You and him lay there like that, you rubbing his head and whispering soothing words in his ear, and him laying there in pain. The pain thankfully isn't getting any worse, staying at relatively the same level.

You check the datapad and realize that the hour is up, Rex is transforming albeit slower than usual, it takes about 3 minutes for him to fully transform. He's still in pain, even though he's transformed.

You brush your hand through his fur, and hear his whimpers start to die down a little. He hugs you close, pushing his snout into your hair. You keep brushing your fingers through his fur, you can tell that he's absolutely exhausted from everything. The only reason he isn't sleeping right now is because of the pain.

It takes a few hours of brushing your hand through his fur and comforting him to finally get him to fall asleep. You wait a little while before falling asleep yourself, just in case he woke up, not wanting him to be alone in this state. You do finally let sleep over take you, listening Rex's breathing.

×××

You wake up to sunlight pouring through the window, Rex's arms are still wrapped around you. He's still a werewolf and you turn over and nuzzle into his chest, feeling fur brush your face. You try to go back to sleep when you feel Rex move, starting to also wake up. He opens his eyes and looks at you. You hear him whimper a little.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling."

"I'm feeling a tiny better, but it still hurts. And I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to transform." You smile comfortingly and brush the fur on Rex's face, and he leans into your fingers, he's tense with pain and you hope that it'll go away soon.

You move up in the bed and kiss his forehead, you feel so bad that Rex has to go through this, but at least now you can be prepared for next time this happens.

"I wish that I could kiss you right now, cyare." You chuckle, even when he's in pain he's still sweet to you. You kiss his forehead again when you hear your comm go off, you stand up and grab it off the table, Rex whines at the loss of you touch, still laying in bed. You wonder what's wrong, Anakin said that he would only comm you if something was wrong.

"Anakin, what is it?" You hear his voice come over the comm.

"Is Rex transformed back to human yet?" You're confused, why would Anakin ask that? You look towards Rex, who's just as confused as you.

"No, he's actually still in pain, although it's not as much. It must be some left over affects of the full moon. Why?" You hear Anakin sigh.

"Y/n, the Council has intel that grievous is on Naboo, and they sent the 212th for back up." Oh no! That means Cody is here, and you know that Cody and Rex are close.

"Cody's asking for Rex. What am I supposed to tell him." You think for a few seconds and decide that you and Rex need to talk it over.

"Just give us a few minutes to think, ok, Anakin."

"Ok, comm me back when you figure it out." You look towards Rex, he looks scared, and you understand why. Cody still has no idea about Rex being a werewolf.

"Do you think you can transform Rex?" He closes his eyes to concentrate but whimpers loudly immediately.

"I can't cyare, I'm already aching all over but when I try to transform it increases tenfold." You try to think of a solution, but nothing comes to mind that will work, Rex can't transform and he's still in pain do he should probably rest.

"So what should we do." Rex sigh's.

"I want Cody, please." You nod, leaving the room to go get Cody. You just hope that he won't freak out to much.

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Codywan Fic ( 3/6)

 Hey guys sorry its been so long I’ve been applying to jobs so I have not had as much free time! heres an Update!

As always I’m pretty sure this is a raging trashfire, warning for Drinking. 

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Codywan fic Maybe (?) 3/6

He should have known that the debreifing would not be the end of it. But eventually like so many things in the war it became normal. The sky was blue, Skywalker flew off the handle periodically, 212th was on clean up duty, the supplies would be late and Cody had a big soppy crush on General Kenobi.

Cody had secretly hoped in vain that the knowledge would become a easily ignored factlet that the Vode would ignore with time. Instead of a interesting but ultimately useless piece of gossip that Cody hoped it would become his bothers took it as actionable intel.

If Cody had to deal with one more, mysteriously malfunctioning door, mistaken accommodation arrangements, last minute schedule change that Kenobi and him mysteriously did not get he was going to snap.

At least The Negotiator had never been cleaner.

There did appear that there was at least one saving grace. His Vode did not seem to spread the knowledge beyond the 212th.  Cody was quietly grateful, the smug teasing of his brothers in 212th and there antics were enough to deal with, Cody was not yet ready to face the rest of his brothers, let alone Rex or Wolffe.

Still Cody obsessively check the coms, if they found out he would hear all about it. He was not sure he could take the collective embarrassment of the teasing of all of his brothers, let alone ones he could not make scrub floors at inhospitable hours.

It was kind of a shame really, Wolffe always came up with the most satisfying revenge punishments. But Wolffe would ask why, and Cody was not ready to open that can of worms. Which was why he was studiously going to ignore it for the night.

The 212th as well as 104th were in hard earned leave on Coursant for 5 days, while both of there generals dealt with council matters. Which Cody was sure was Jedi code for stress and consume more caff then was entirely healthy.

Maybe that was just Obi-wan.

Nope, not thinking about Obi-wan.

They were going to 79’s, to spend what ever credits they had scraped together in the last campaign. Cody intended to enjoy the company of his brothers and the break from the Negotiators rot gut, or the generals own home brewed monstrosity.

He was going to drink, dance, and catch up with the 104th.  

Waxer, Boil, and Wooley wandering into getting ready to leave at the same time, for a split second Cody contemplated offering a bribe for them not to go gabbing to the 104th. But  dismissed the thought, if the 104th did not know by now Cody was reasonably certain his Vode were keeping it quite for a reason.

Which was not comforting.

With that ominous thought Cody and his brothers wandered out into the greasy Coruscant air. His brothers cheerfully chatting behind him.

79’s when he got there was just as crowded and dark as it always was, Cody could feel the beat in his chest as he Waxer, Boil, and Wooley made there way to the bar.

Boil uncharacteristically ordered them a round,  and the night began.

79’s was always a crowded and  loud. But they had a new green drink that tasted like what Cody imagined blaster would taste like,  it was dead cheap and kicked your teeth in.

Cody, was drunk before he knew it, Waxer, Boil and Wooley were not helping matters, Wolffe who had an unfairly high alcohol tolerance for someone with the exact same genetic make up watched on amused as Cody got progressively  drunker.

He missed his brother.

“mmm, Your shirts so soft.” Cody distantly heard himself say when he leaned over on his one eyed brother. He was not sure Wolffe heard him as the music boomed through the club. Wolffe jumped a little, wrenching his head around to scowl impressively before his face softened somewhat.

Wolffe turned a shit eating grin on Cody before sipping the blaster fire and grinning down knocking his forehead against Cody’s before rubbing his shoulders roughly.

“Its nice to see you Kote.” His perpetual scowl softened some what, before he seemed to look over Cody’s head at Wooley, who had come back with even more blaster fire.

“I’m not sure wee need anymore.” Wolffe said before making a grab for the awful green concoction. 

Cody quickly scooped it up before Wolffe got any ideas, he was the one to cut brothers off. The drink was only half way gone before Wolffe grabbed it. Cody stared balefully at the drink before flopping on Wolffe again.

“Ah come on Commander, Drunk Cody is an affectionate Cody. Look at him, he’s fine.” Wooley said, his illusion of rationality runied when he swayed and started giggling drunkenly in the middle of his declaration.

“Shhhhhh!” Waxer said at what was probably supposed to be a whisper.

Cody felt his eyes narrow as he looked at his three oddly generous brothers. A puzzle piece fitted into place in Cody’s brain.

“You are trying to get me drunk!”

his accusation was met with another round of drunken laughter. 

“Nope!” declared Wooley arm gracelessly gesturing up into the air. “were trying to get drunk. You, are merrily trying to catch up!”

To prove his point Wooley drank the rest of his blaster fire with a shudder. 

“Wolffe Said something that Cody could not quite hear before propping Cody up more securely. With a hum Cody sat up a little in the booth they had poured himself into. Waxer and Boil were seated across from them, there was something in the swimy recess of Cody’s drunk mind that he did not like but he could not place.

“Waxer,” Cody found himself saying into the music of the club grasping mentally for another one of those slippery little puzzle pieces, “You’re a great scout but I don’t like what your face is doing.”

Boils faces seemed to spasm uncontrollably before drunken giggles spilled out vode.

“Well, I can think of one face that your  always happy to see!”  Boil singsonged the end before turn into Waxer to laugh into the crook of his shoulder.

Cody felt his annoyance ease a little, it was nice to have all of his favorite people in one place. If only Rex and Obi-wan could show up. 

“You too Boil, don’t think I don’t know you two are responsible for te dajunar .” Cody felt his eyes squint at the pair, He felt what ever he was leaning against rumble a little.

“What?” Wolffe, because it was Wolffe who he was sprawled out on, asked.

“They are being insubordinate little shits.” Cody informed him turning to face his generally grumpy looking brother. He was met with nothing more then a raised eyebrow. 

“ Yeah, these two assholes found out and now they won’t stop trying to get us together. Its awful.” Cody suddenly is brain drudged up a plan from earlier in the evening.“You should help me exact revenge on them and the 212.”

Wolffe was looking at Cody was a gleeful smile.

“Wait Kote, Who are they trying to match make?”

“Te jatne adat vurel.“ Cody found himself spilling out of his mouth. “val cuyir mesh'la, atin, bal dral guuror te Ka'ra.” 

The other side of the table giggled impressively, Cody turned to glare at them.

Wolley was gone, but Cody did not have much time to contemplate his whereabouts.  

“A tion'ad Kote?” Wolffe asked again. 

Cody opened his mouth to answer, and explain his Generals amazing hair before Wooley stumbled in, carrying water for them all.

Cody blinked confusedly up at them when he saw Wooley wink at Waxer and Boil.

“Our ride is here!”.

“Hmmm” Cody hummed. He did not remember asking for a ride, but given how the room was spinning unpleasantly he could probably use one.

“Lets go.” Waxer said hauling Cody up, and away from Wolffe, who protested something about who was it.

Boil and Wolffe continued talking while Waxer and Wooley wandered with Cody to the front of 79’s.

“Cody leaned into Waxer.

“Even if your mean I still love you.” Cody declared impressively.

“Oh dear, you were not exaggerating.” A lovlie voice said, with just a touch of amusement as they stumbled out into the greasy air.

Cody turned around and found himself breaking into a smile. 

Now if only Rex were here. 

“General!” Cody flailed a little gesturing to Obi-wan and the taller Jedi behind him.

Wolffe and Boil join them outside, and Cody absently tottered towards the Jedi, who were probably here to pick them up. Which would probably be embarrassing as hell if Cody was not quite as drunk as he was. 

as he was tottering over he felt something hook one of his boots.

Assholes.

With a betrayed noise he started to fall forward.

He was caught.

Not by his wonderful refined General who looked close to bursting out laughing, but by the larger one, who had instinctively stepped forward to catch him.

The Jedi holding him froze for a split second and then Cody saw his brown eye flit between Obi-wan and himself.  

“Is that how it is Commander?” The jetti murmured quietly before his mouth split into a grin that looked like it would be more at home on Waxers face.

“He,” the Jedi said, moving Cody effortlessly and pushing him towards Obi-wan “is your responsibility. I’m going to get the speeder.” Obi-wan squawked adorably when Cody flopped on him. He smelt like incense and everything good in the world.

Cody rested his head against the taller man shoulder.

“Ni guuror tion'tuur gar olar” Cody found himself saying.

He heard a splutter behind him.

Waxer, Boil and Wooley were giving him a shit eating grin, while Wolffe looked from him to his Jedi repeatedly.

Cody opened his mouth to say something unflattering when the other Jedi arrived with a speeder.

Excellent. Now if he could convince Obi-wan to sit with them in the back the nigh would be perfect. 

They all poured in, Cody unhappily settled in the back between with Waxer and Wooley, on the drive back. Obi-wan took the front seet and was have a discussion with the Jedi in the front seats. 

Cody enjoyed watching him blush through out the conversation.

When they poured him into the barracks steps Cody could not help but say “gar ru'kir not ba'slanar”.

Before he stumbled into the barrack building.

 It was time for bed, he would deal with the hangover in the morning. 

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Last chapter of my “Fives and Dogma are alive AU” chapter on the link and full chapter under the cut:

Echo dismissed Fives’ help for the third time as he carried the buckets of blue milk out of the small barn outside.

“I said I can manage. And I will mock you for the rest of my days, great ARC trooper Fives, almost kicked in the face by an angry bantha.”

Fives followed him close, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Ah, shut up already. She’s moody today.”

“’She’?” Echo laughed “Please tell me you gave it a name. We can name it after someone you hate just for fun. Maybe that kaminoan ge'hutuun who tried to screw you over, Nala Se.”

Fives held the door open for Echo, shaking his dead.

“Nah, I don’t wanna offend the bantha. And when did you get so foul-mouthed, mr. stick-to-the-rules?”

“Ah, when you’re under the power of the seppies you learn to curse a lot.” Echo said as he poured the milk from the buckets into clear glass bottles that were lined up on the sink “Now I don’t even bat an eye at that. Remember when I’d tell you guys not to curse and Droidbait would curse louder just out of spite?”

Fives smirked as he picked up the filled up bottles and put them in the fridge.

“Oh, look at that, my boy’s all grown up. Hevy would be so proud of ya.”

“Hevy cursed like a jet pilot, don’t even compare me to him. Now where’s Dogma?”

Fives shrugged.

“Same as always.”

Dogma had learned of a steep path down the cliff in which they lived. It wouldn’t be easy for a man without training to climb it down, but Dogma was the best of his squad back in his days as a cadet; he’d climb the rocky path easily, supporting one foot after the other and holding on the protruding rocks on the face of the cliff until he could get down to a small cave in it. There he used to sit for hours listening to the crashing waves, or fish so they could have something different from the same steamed vegetables of every day. Somehow, very slowly, he’d grown to accept his new life as not a trooper or a prisoner but something else entirely. He wasn’t a deserter, but he didn’t leave exactly under an honored condition. The whole thing was really strange.

Dogma stuck his fishing rod firmly in a hole so that it would have its line out of the cave and the hook in the water and he reached for the bes’bev in his bag – he had promised Fives that he would use it only to play music, so the former ARC trooper let him keep it. Dogma tugged at his sleeve, exposing his scarred arm. The linear scars were methodically parallel, equidistant of each other. Even his self-harm had method; boring old Dogma.

He put the sharp tip of his bes’bev against his forearm and let out a sigh. He’d promised Fives and Echo that he would stop hurting himself. The thought of cutting was pleasant; it allowed him to see his blood, his trooper’s blood, his heritage, his worth. The pain would smother all the loud chatter in his head, all the giggling that would halt at his presence “here comes Dogma” they would say, the cadets hated his properness and respect for the rules, they would hate ass-kissing Dogma and all his protocol shit.

The pain would make the thought of him shooting at the boys of the 212th back in Umbara blur away at least for a while, it would make him forget of General Krell’s yellow, menacing eyes as he laughed in his face at his blind obedience because it wasn’t fair, he was just a shiny, it had been his first assignment and he just wanted them to be proud of him, he just wanted to be a good soldier…

Dogma grunted and looked down at the crooked, non-linear cut he’d unconsciously made and he hissed, pulling the bes’bev away from his arm.

“No, no, no.” he whispered, raising his arm to his face and sucking the blood off the wound before it could stain his blacks; he lowered it down again, glad to see it was coagulating already “I didn’t mean to, didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, sergeant ...”

After they found out that Krell had pitted the 501st against the 212th, Dogma walked between his brothers, dead and wounded, following the trail of death left in the range of his aim. Dogma was good at shooting, he’d train every day without exception in the shooting range. The result of his skill was there on the battlefield, lying all around him coughing blood and clutching at still-hot blaster wounds. And as he walked to the spot where the last target he’d hit had been, he saw Captain Rex talking to the mortally wounded Sergeant Waxer of the 212th, crying in his last breath. He didn’t make it, as Dogma knew he wouldn’t. He never shot to leave survivors. It was how he’d been taught.

Dogma only came back home by nightfall when his comlink rang and Fives’ voice came through it asking where he was. When he walked inside carrying two big fish in a fabric bag Fives smiled from the table where he’d been playing dejarik with Echo. Echo still won just like every time.

“Hey man. Took you long down there.”

“Fish weren’t biting.” Dogma grumbled, placing the fish on the sink and reaching for their meat knife

“Hey, let me do the cleaning, will you?” Fives asked as he jumped off his seat and walked into the kitchen, snatching the knife off Dogma’s hand; they’d treat him like a goddamn child around any sharp object “See if you can beat Echo, I can’t stand his smug face anymore.”

“It’s just strategy, brother.” Echo said in a joyful tune “Gotta think before you act.”

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” Fives asked jokingly as Dogma left the kitchen and Fives  began skinning the fish “I won’t mind kicking your ass like I used to back in the day.”

“Are you willing to kick the cripple’s ass?” Echo pretended to be mortified “Shameful, Fives, I expected better from you.”

Dogma sank to his seat in front of Echo, and as Fives hummed in the kitchen getting their dinner ready, Echo leaned in, resetting the hologram setting and saying in a low voice:

“Okay, what happened, Dogma? Why did you cut yourself again?”

Dogma straightened himself up, his tone defensive.

“I didn’t! Why do you…?”

Echo nodded to his backpack by the door, from which the instrument’s tip poked out.

“The tip’s stained dark.” he said and Dogma sighed “Now we gotta restart the counting. You had been clean for a week and a half, Dogma, you were doing so good.”

Dogma snarled, making the first movement in the game and maintaining his low tone.

“Yeah, thanks, I don’t really need you to tell me I’m an embarrassing di’kut.”

Echo analyzed his strategy, making a countermove.

“I never said that. We’ll restart the counting and keep it up. Before you know, it’ll be a month, two, a year and the scars will fade. I promise. Gar shuk meh kyrayc. Take it easy. I have an idea we can try after we eat.”

Dogma played his turn, shrugging.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Echo played his, laughing bitterly.

“Lose the ‘sir’. We’re brothers.”

“Yessir.” Dogma paused, frowning “Yes, Echo. And unless your mnook beats my ng’ok…” he watched as his small holographic creature bashed Echo’s creature’s skull in “Ah, look. I won.”

Echo mouth dropped open in shock.

“Haar'chak.” He whispered the curse, squinting at the holograms “How can this be?”

Fives waked out of the kitchen as the smell of food filled the house warmed by the stove’s heat, and he practically skipped like a kid to Echo’s side, looking at the table.

“He won?”  he looked up to Dogma “You won?! Kandosii, give five to good ol’ Fives!” he slapped his palm on Dogma’s and then pointed at Echo “Ha! You lost! Loser! K'atini!”

Echo got up, mildly annoyed.

“Glad to see you’re sill eight. I’ll keep an eye on those potatoes before you overcook them.”

“Hey I’m not eight, I’m Fives!” Fives laughed himself brathless until he had  coughing fit at the stupid pun “And you know what you are? A loser!”

Even Dogma couldn’t help but laugh at Fives state of absolute joy over his victory.

Dogma tugged at the cuffs of his blacks as he’d sit on the floor of Echo’s atelier. Fives looked with curious interest as Echo sat beside him and Dogma, placing his watercolor palette, a water glass and a few of his brushes on the floor in front of them.

“…So, what are we doing here?” Fives asked tentatively

Echo looked calm and diplomatic as General Kenobi, Fives had thought.

“Dogma here has something to show us. Dogma?”

Dogma hesitated, looking at Echo.

“It was nothing…”

Echo narrowed his eyes at Dogma, and now he looked more like General Skywalker.

“Show him. You said you wanted to let me help.”

Dogma looked at Fives, then back at Echo and he swallowed hard, grimacing. He rolled his sleeve up, looking away from his brothers as he’d show them his scarred arm and the freshly-healed superficial cut. Fives ran his hand over his beard, snarling.

“Ah, shabuir… You’re doing this shit again?!”

“It was an accident…!” Dogma started defensively

“Accident?! You want me to believe this shit?! Want me to patch you up next time you slice an artery open and your arm gushes blood everywhere?!”

Echo gave Fives a light push to his chest.

“Fives, will you calm down?”

Fives ground his teeth, getting up to his feet. Dogma did the same and, supporting his hands on his prosthetic knees, Echo did too. Fives growled out, pointing a finger to Dogma:

“I won’t calm down until this or'dinii stop this shit before he winds up dead! Do you think this is funny?! Do you think this is the running gag in our little club, ‘let’s see if Dogma bled himself out with his stupid flute?!’”

“Fives shut up NOW!” Echo barked as Dogma tried to walk away and he held him down in place by the neck of his shirt, pulling him back “and you, Dogma, stay here! We need to clear some things out, and it has to be now!”

Fives was still breathing hard, massaging his chest over his strained lungs as Dogma turned to face him.

“Rangir.” Fives said in a lower tone that dripped with disgust “I’m doing my fucking best to make something out of this miserable rest of existence and this piece of shit…”

Echo exhaled sharply between his teeth, placing his hands on his hips.

“Fives, stars be my witness, one more word and I will deck you in the face.”

Fives let out an agry, aggressive laugh.

“Did he tell you he leaded a firing squad to execute me and Jesse in Umbara? I never told you this part, did I Echo, that turncoat dinii general gave orders to execute us as traitors for going against his orders. Guess who stood in front of us and dare to ask if we wanted to be blindfolded?! Guess who looked us dead in the eye and yelled ‘fire’?! Guess who would’ve laid his tattooed head on the pillow and sleep just fine knowing he’d executed his brothers?!”

Dogma had his eyes low to the floor, and Fives walked to him, pushing him on the chest.

“And I’m just standing here today because Tup and Kix and my brothers refused to shoot me. Even Rex was disgusted at you, Dogma, and he gave you a chance to start over, we all did, and this is how you repay him, playing ‘how deep can I cut before I kill myself’.”

“Fives, cut this crap now!” Echo tried to stand between the two of them, but Fives blocked him with his arm

Dogma was biting his lip so hard it had gone white. He was used to bullying ever since he’d beat his cadet training in ARC trooper time and became the laughing stock of his brothers, stuck-up Dogma, the sheb'urcyin ass-kisser. But just like when Krell laughed at him for trusting his orders, Dogma had a breaking point. And when he drove a tension-loaded fist to Fives’ face, nothing could’ve prepared the former ARC trooper.

When the two brothers dropped down in a mess of punches and angry snarling, Echo somehow managed to shove his blunt prosthetic arm between them, elbowing Dogma in the ribs with his flesh arm and pushing Fives down on the ground with the other one.

“Stop it. Stop this shit now!” Dogma rolled to the side, coughing, and Fives did the same, wiping the blood off his lips. Echo helped Dogma sit up. “Fives, if you open your mouth one more time, I’m gonna lock you out, you hear me?”

Fives spat blood on the floor, cursing. Echo helped him sit up too, rubbing his forehead to then run his hand over his buzz cut hair and reached for his watercolor palette and a brush.

“Okay, we’ll pretend all this ridiculous display didn’t happen and that we are all grown men trying to help each other.” At that, Dogma rubbed a red mark over his cheekbone and Fives picked at one of his teeth to see if it was still rooted in place. Echo sighed. “Now Dogma, lend me your arm. Can I hold it for a moment?”

Dogma hesitated, still rubbing his face to then slowly lower his arm. Echo held his wrist to then wet the paintbrush in the water, running it over some light blue paint and painting a thin line over Dogma’s scarred forearm. Dogma flinched at the cold sensation of the paint on his skin.

“What are you doing?”

Echo shrugged, painting a twin line beside the first one.

“No idea. Painting is relaxing for me, so I thought it could be relaxing for you. Y’know, I made the custom painting of my armor after our mission in the Rishi Moon outpost, Fives’ too. I made him an awesome Z-6 blaster cannon on his shoulder pads.”

Fives was still licking the blood off his lips and looking at Echo and Dogma as if they were some alien species performing some sort of weird ritual.

“Yeah, brag all you want, but the Rishi Eel was my design.”

Echo offered Dogma his brush.

“Here, try it, the paint’s not toxic. Paint something over these scars.”

Dogma hesitated.

“I… I can’t draw for shit, Echo.”

“Doesn’t matter, just slather some color over this, have fun.” He held the brush out to Dogma again “Go on.”

Dogma knitted his brows to then pick up the brush, cleaning it in the water.

“Can I use these?” he pointed at the palette

“Knock youself out.”

Dogma ran the bristles over the purple paint and Dogma turned to Fives.

“The only positive thing about your Rishi Eel was its symmetry.”

Fives scoffed.

“Do I sense jealousy, brother?”

“You sense artistic sensibility, smartass.”

“Ah, real mature… Holy shit.”

Fives leaned over to look at the purple organic, curved lines that Dogma now detailed with red tips; it was clearly a representation of the weird flora they’d encountered in Umbara, among which they would also find vixus, a nasty tentacle-wielding creature that could eat up a whole trooper in one go.

“‘Can’t draw for shit’, yeah right.” Fives said in annoyed awe, “you could’ve stolen Tup’s place as the 501st tattoo artist.”

He clenched his teeth at that. Shit. Fuck. Talking about Tup still hurt like hell.

Dogma placed the paintbrush down, looking at the stunning art piece in his arm.

“So what?” he asked Echo “When I shower, it’ll all come out. What’s the point?”

Echo tapped a finger to his lips pensively. Well, he had a point. At that, Fives sighed, scratching his beard.

“Whatever, draw another. Just… Just play with the paint, draw something on your arm, draw skywalker’s annoying droid if you must, that one that used to drive commander Wolffe crazy. Just…” he sighed “If you get your bes’bev and you think about cutting your arm, get a brush instead, okay? Can you do that?”

Dogma looked at Fives with surprise in his eyes, and then he nodded.

“Yeah… I can do that.”

Fives got up to his feet, stretching his arms to then crack his knuckles.

“Good, great. Now, I smell overcooked potatoes and I’m blaming this all on you, Echo.”

Echo got up to his feet surprisingly fast.

“Ah, damn it!” he bolted out of the room, dashing into the kitchen to save their dinner

Fives laughed softly, walking out of the room and, turning to look at Dogma who still admired the art on his arm like he’d never seen it before.

“Hey Dogma.” Dogma looked to him “About Tup… I’ll tell you all about what happened to him. Just… Just give me some time, okay?”

Dogma looked surprised once again, and once again he nodded.

When the three men sat at the table, Fives looked at Echo’s prosthetic hand that he’d use to cut him a nice chunk of baked fish and steamed potatoes with easy, perfect movements, so different from the clumsy man unused to his prosthetics; he then turned to look at Dogma, who had dug up a bottle of a good wine brought by Rex on his first visit there when he’d brought him Fives, and that they’d keep for special occasions. Dogma raised his glass to Fives and the clone toasted along Dogma and Echo, taking a sip.

Later that night as they’d drink their third glass of wine, Fives started to think out loud.

“We’re born in Kamino but we’re not Kaminoans” he said a little tipsily

“Thank the stars, we’re prettier than those necky jiriads!” Echo laughed, and Fives laughed too, already used to how much more susceptible to alcohol he was

“Shh, let the man talk.” even Dogma was giggling, putting his glass down

“Like I was saying.” Fives cleared his throat, still smiling “We are born in Kamino but we are not Kaminoans. We have Mandalorian blood, we wear their garments, we speak their tongue but we are also not Mandalorian. We belong to the Republic, but we fight alongside the Jedi. It’s kind of hard to know where we belong. It’s…” the smile in his lips faded away “It’s easy to feel lost.”

At that Echo and Dogma grimaced a little too but Fives sighed, smiling more softly now.

“I… I could feel really lost out here, away from my mission and from everything I’ve ever known, after their betrayal, after everything. But with you guys by my side, I think I’ll survive this mess. I think we all will.”

Echo smiled back at Fives, reaching his flesh hand to him.

“I couldn’t have said it better, vod.”

Fives grabbed his hand and glanced at Dogma.

“you too, baby brother, c’m’ere.”

Dogma smirked, grabbing onto Fives’ and Echo’s hand, his beautifully painted arm exposed.

“Yeah, we’re gonna make it.” he said “We’ll be fine.”

We will, Fives had thought as his chest stopped feeling tight for the first time since he’d been shot back in Cosruscant, and he drew in a blissfully deep breath. We’ll be just fine.

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Fear of the unknown

Chapter 18

"Rex, we should try to get you to transform." Rex looks down at you, he doesn't know how to get himself to transform. Especially when you're injured like this.

"I told you, cyare. I can't." You sigh, reaching up and stroking the fur on his head.

"Come on, Rex. It's probably not good for you to stay in one form for to long. We don't know much about this yet." Rex closes his eyes and try's to transform again, for you. You hold in a whimper of pain from your chest, you don't want to upset him. You start running your fingers through the fur on his arm and he finally start's to shrink, his fur, fangs and claws start receding and he's finally human again.

"Finally, that took long enough." Rex say's with a huff, leaning down and giving you a soft kiss on the lips, he's so happy to be human again, for now at least. He covers your face in kisses, glad that he's actually able to give them now. You chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you and kissing him deeply.

You're glad that he's human again, you can't believe that he went so long without transforming. You don't care which form he's in but you did miss looking at his handsome face.

Rex wraps his arms around you in a hug, being as gentle as possible around your chest. It still hurts but you don't care and hug him back.

"I'm glad you're human again to, sweetheart." You tell him and rub the back of his head, feeling his soft, blond hair.

"Can you tell me what happened while I was out? You were in your Wolf form for the past two weeks." Rex looks at you sheepishly.

"Well, a lot of the time I stayed in my room. Except when I was trying to break into the medbay." You burst out laughing, and you start coughing and wheezing in pain..Rex is looking at you in worry and confusion. He has no idea why you're laughing, and hates that you're in pain.

"I'm sorry Rex, but most troopers try to break out of the medbay, not in." You tell him once you catch your breath and your chest stop's hurting. Rex smirks at you.

"Well, I had a good reason to break into the medbay. Didn't I." He leans down and kisses your forehead softly.

"So, did troopers see you in your Wolf form?"

"Yes, but it wasn't that bad." You smile, hopefully Rex won't hide when he's in his Wolf form anymore.

"So, are you going to stop hiding from them while you're in your Wolf form. Since you're going to have to transform every few days." Rex grumbles under his breath, he's still not happy at all that he has to transform. You chuckle and grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

"What was that?" You ask with a raised eyebrow and he sighs, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your laced fingers softly.

"I guess it won't be to horrible if I leave my room while transformed, as long as you go with me." You smile and nod, you're so thankful that Rex won't be hiding when he transforms anymore. But then a worrying thought crosses your mind.

"Rex, do the Separatists know now?" Rex looks at you, and you know the moment you see his face that they do. Of course they do, the droids saw him transform and probably sent the feed to tge rest of the Separatists.

"What do we do Rex's? They're going to try to capture you now, and experiment on you." You're so scared, you can't bear to lose Rex.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay, cyare. Just like you said when I first transformed we'll figure this out.

Besides, pretty much the whole Gar knows about me now. " Your eyes widen, the whole Gar knows about him. They must have heard about the attack. Rex continues on.

"Actually the whole Republic knows, although almost everyone thinks it's a rumor except for the 501st, 212th and Jedi Council." You sigh, this was not how things were supposed to go, but you also never planned for your boyfriend to be bitten by a werewolf in the first place.

"I love you, Rex. So much." You tell him and he kisses your hand again.

"I love you so much too, cyare. I was so scared that I would lose you." You can see tears threaten to fall and you try to sit up. Rex stops you and leans down, you lean your forehead against his.

"You'll never lose me Rex, I promise." Rex smiles and pulls away. He loves you so much, he'll never understand how he got you as his.

"Hey y/n!" You jump and feel a sharp pain in your chest when Fives comes barging into your room, followed by Jesse, Tup and Kix.

"Sorry " Fives says sheepishly, his eyes light up when he sees Rex.

"Hey Rex, you're human again!" Rex smiles and nods.

"Yeah Fives, I am. I'm pretty sure that I know why you're here." Fives smiles and looks at the others knowingly, and you stare at them confused. Even Rex gives you a knowing smile.

"We've got a get well present for our dear mechanic." You smile, leave it to the boys to get you a get well gift.

"Where is it?" Fives smiles and looks at you.

"It's in the kitchen! Since you were injured and couldn't get your cooking supplies that you wanted, we stayed and got it for you. There's also a few souvenirs that we picked up from Ryloth in your room." You smile and feel tears come to your eyes, you can't believe that they did all this for you.

"Thank you so much, I'm so grateful for it." They all smile at you and Tup pipes in.

"Dogma helped as well, the only reason he's not here is because he's on duty at the moment." You smile and nod.

"I'll definitely thank him next time I see him, this was so sweet of you all." You make a mental note to thank Tup, you still can't believe that they all did this for you.

"Did you know about this?" Rex chuckles and nods.

"Of course, you deserve it cyar'ika." You smile, so grateful to your boyfriend and your friends. You're so glad that met them, they're the best family you could ask for. Especially after losing your parents when you were younger.

"You can have some more meds, y/n." Kix says and walks over, using a needle to put some pain killers in your I.V.

"These will make you sleep, which you need a lot of right now. We'll let you rest, Rex can stay." Kix says as you nod, even though you don't want to sleep yet.

"By the way here's a shirt Rex, brought it just in case." Fives tosses Rex a black shirt, which he puts on. It's a short sleeved one that you bought him.

"Come on, let's let her rest." Kix says, ushering everyone but Rex out of the room. Rex grabs a chair and pulls it up beside you, grabbing your hand gently in his. You feel the drugs start to take affect, and your eyelids start to droop. Rex presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Just sleep, cyare. I'll be here to protect you." With that you let your eyes close, drifting off to sleep still holding Rex's hand.

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