#Kix is terrifying

[ct3113official]

there is no loyalty in this world, even among my own brothers ! butterfingers just sold me out to the medics, and now they're after me

#and let's be honest #Kix is terrifying #501st legion #the clone wars #star wars

[i-just-think-that-clones]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives & CT-5597 | Jesse, Clone Troopers Echo & Fives & Hardcase & Jesse & Kix (Star Wars) Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-6116 | Kix, Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Coric (Star Wars) Additional Tags: The Medics Consume Too Much Caff, CT-6116 Needs A Nap, he doesn't want it but that's irrelevant, clone medics are terrifying, if you separate a medic from the caff you gotta bear the consequences, listen idk what to tag this, no beta we die like fives when coric catches up to him, Let The Medics Sleep, also let me sleep please i appreciate writing this in one go but im holding on by a thread Summary:

... and try to have some positive impact on all the medics' caff consumption while you're at it.

The plan works perfectly. That is, until the plan is finished.

Or, why it's a Very Bad Idea to separate medics from their caff.

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"Come in, Jenth. Come in, can you hear me?"

 "I hear you, Esk. In position."

"Forn?"

 "In position."

"Ready?"

 "Ready."

 "Target is in sight."

"Escape ways secured?"

 "Duh."

 "What 'bout you?"

"Munition is ready. Everyone ready? Go, now!"

The connections cut off and Echo strode into the hallway with every ounce of authority he'd gained as an ARC-trooper. A couple shinies on night duty came his way, saluted hastily, and didn't question what he was doing here at ass o'clock in the night, when everyone knew he and Fives had returned a week ago and were very much in tune with the day cycles on ship. There were many benefits to being an ARC-trooper.

Just around the corner he could hear the crash of two fully-clad troopers and an active droid popper meeting much too close to one another. He stopped right at the corner, just shorter of being able to see into the hallway - and being seen.

He didn't have to wait long. In fact, it only took about twenty seconds before he heard a door swish open, followed by a very angry "This better not be what I thought- what are you doing here-". The tone clearly stated that if Fives and Jesse wanted to live past this minute, they better start running.

Instead, there was clacking plastoid and a pained yelp from Jesse. "I- my leg-"

"It can't have been that bad," Fives said, sounding a touch worried, and like he was lying badly. Echo tilted his head in worry, but Kix was evidently too tired to notice.

"What did I do to deserve this?" the medic lamented. Jesse groaned. Fives argued to come along.

"Here I can support him. I can be super useful. Absolutely not in the way. Hey, Jesse, you big lump, come on."

"I... 's all kinda blurry. Are you s'posed t' be blurry?"

Kix's sigh was very, very long, and very much concerned, whatever the medic may claim. "I swear to the Ka'ra-"

"Run," Fives stage-whispered.

Loud steps came Echo's way, a useless "hey, get back here!" trailing after. Fives and Jesse skidded around the corner and kept running, Fives sending a casual, two-fingered salute towards Echo.

"Now, Esk!" he called.

Echo trusted his twin's judgement of distances, pulled his blaster and shot.

Kix didn't even have the time to look at him in surprise before he dropped like a stone. Honestly, Echo wasn't even sure the stunning had been needed - Kix had been hanging on by a thread for days already.

Echo activated his comms again. "Target hit. Begin next phase now."

"Got it," came the reply.

"Herf? Come in."

 "Oh, already? I'm with you in a sec."

It was, surprisingly, really just a few seconds before Hardcase showed up - to be fair though, they had set this up very carefully and Hardcase was very much able to concentrate when needed. He picked up Kix's feet, and together they began hauling Kix off. Only now did Echo notice just how unfairly far away the barracks were from the medbay - an oversight, really.

(Maybe it wasn't that far. And Kix wasn't exactly heavier than anything Echo had to lift on the daily. But still, a limp body was incredibly unhandy and only Echo's ARC-trooper privileges stopped two more patrols and a late-night straggler to demand an explanation or straight-up report them to the higher up staff.

Finally, they entered the barracks. They dumped Kix on the closest empty cot they saw. Thankfully, Kix was only wearing his medical grays, so they didn't need to take off his armour. Small mercies, he supposed.

Echo left Hardcase to make sure Kix stayed in place and asleep and went back to the medbay. He entered without warning but with very much needed caution - there were other medics, after all, and they'd strongly object to their mission.

He didn't need to worry. Fives and Jesse had everything handled perfectly. Or, in Jesse's case, literally in hands, as Fives went around sniffing out the last hidden non-medical stims and dry caff rations. They had already unplugged and confiscated the caff maker, which really had no business in a medbay if even command staff had to resort to the mess hall for their, frankly worrying, caffeine consumption. Nobody could quite tell how much caff the medics drank in comparison - which meant that nobody could really argue against them, even though everyone knew they were lying through their teeth when they claimed to sleep and drink reasonable amounts of caff.

Well. No more.

Echo checked around with a quick glance; their planning had been truly immaculate: the shift tables had been right, for once, and the medbay was running on minimal staff due to very few injured. Kix had already been taken care of. Coric was standing in a corner, watching them with the deepest and most sleep-deprived scowl Echo had ever seen, clutching one last mug tightly. He didn't try to stop them, though. He was smart enough to know and accept when he was outmatched and when to cut his losses, just as Echo had predicted.

And then Echo realized with cold dread that he had missed one very vital, time-related aspect. They had taken just a little too long.

The door swished open. Snooze strode into the medbay, their own steaming cup in hand, froze and stared.

"Sithspit," Jesse cursed.

"I'm relieving Kix," Snooze said.

"Oh, he's sleeping," Fives informed them happily.

"He's what?"

Ah, so perpetually-brooding medic did have other emotions.

"Not by choice," Coric muttered from his corner.

A mistake, because Fives dumped the last hidden rations in Jesse's arms and went to pluck Coric's cup of caff right from his hands. "Imma just take that and then we'll be off, thanks for your coopera-"

Fives had barely touched the mug when Coric swung at him. Fives swore and ducked.

"You want me to give you a reason for being here?" the senior medic snarled, and suddenly it was all too evident where Kix had gotten his glare from and why the medics were absolutely terrifying.

"Fall back on emergency plan A!" Echo called, as if there was any need for it. Jesse, Fives and Echo took to their heels and fled.

...

Resistance was  futile, and running could only prolong the inevitable. They tried anyway. They failed.

"Consider it an intervention for your own wellbeing. You're all for that, as a medic, right?" Jesse rambled. "Come on, Kix'ika, we were just-"

Kix smiled suddenly. Echo could feel an icy shiver run down his spine, could feel cold sweat breaking on his brow. The hallway Kix had cornered them in went eerily silent with anticipation and low-level panic.

"I won't hold this against you," Kix began, and his calm voice had Echo's already strained nerves going absolutely haywire. "If you pull this off on the Captain, too."

Oh. Oh Ka'ra, there it was.

"But that's impossible, he'll have us cleaning the 'freshers for-"

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't."

Fives shut up.

"So. Do we have a deal?"

... Rex did need an intervention as well, badly. Just as badly as the medics, in fact. And besides, anything was better than having to face Kix's wrath. Right?

The conspirators exchanged a few glances, all thinking the same. Echo couldn't shake the feeling that they were about to make a deal with the devil, and get themselves into a lot more trouble than already. He nodded anyway.

"Sure. Okay. If you help us."

Kix's grin could only be described as demonic. "We'll discuss a plan tomorrow." He turned to leave, then paused again. "Oh, by the way, this just counts for me. I take no responsibility for what the others might do. Especially Coric, right, Fives?"

He left them behind, miserable and terrified.

"If you run now, I bet you could make it to the next vent cover," Jesse mumbled. Fives booked it.

Echo watched after him. Turned around. Saw Coric walking towards them with a murderous prowl.

His yelp alerted the others, and seconds later they were all running for dear life.

#arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper jesse #clone medic kix #tcw fanfic #clone trooper hardcase #clone medic coric #my writing #we are being happy today. no more of today tho. no more. oh god please let this be the last of today #okay im done whining now #conspiring for the medics' health #being chased down for caring about the medics' health #medics are terrifying #im so upset that isnt a tag on ao3

[mearchy]

think about clones being absolutely ENTHRALLED by totally normal everyday things that they never had on Kamino or encountered in their sliced media. none of them have ever seen a bouncy ball before and they lose their fucking shit over it. it’s mayhem in the barracks when someone gets ahold of a 20-pack of tiny bouncy balls. there are confiscations and several new legion-wide mandates. their jedi can’t stop laughing. — clones being fascinated and terrified by kitchen appliances bc all their food was pre made and handed to them on trays. kix has a deep distrust of toasters after one scared the shit out of him the first time he used it. clones who are afraid of bugs. clones who are OBSESSED with bugs and use up all their allotted comm storage space taking pictures of every single one they see. clones who have never seen a holo advertisement before and they trust and believe everything the advertiser says. clones who make their padawan learner tell them absolutely everything about “restaurants” and anxiously roleplay ordering food with each other before their first shore leave to make sure they get it perfect. they don’t all understand the assignment but they try. just THINK ABOUT CLONES BEING DEPRIVED OF NORMAL PEOPLE THINGS AND FINALLY HAVING A CHANCE TO EXPERIENCE IT ALL ONCE THEYRE SENT AWAY FROM KAMINO AND COPING WITH IT IN DIFFERENT WAYS

#tcw #tcw headcanon #the clone wars #the clone wars headcanon #501st legion #212th #212th battalion #the clones #star wars #star wars headcanon #kix #clone trooper kix #hardcase #arc trooper fives #501st #bad batch #tbb #my meta #mine

[unpresidentedbullhonkey]

Clone Wars as Things my husband and I say to each other pt3.

Anakin- "You really know how to ruin a good time don't you?"

Obi-Wan, mad as hell- "A good time isn't you throwing me in a lake Anakin!!"

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Fives, blankly staring at the wall- "You ever think that the force put us in the galaxy just to watch us suffer?"

Anakin, also staring blankly after being punched by a toddler all day- "Absolutely."

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Rex-"I'm gonna count to three"

Fives, terrified- "What did I do?"

Rex- "one"

Fives, Running away.- "WHAT DID I DO??!!"

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Anakin- *walking by in a crop top and booty shorts (again?????)*

Ahsoka- "Why?"

Rex, without looking up from paperwork- "Smash"

Ahsoka- *Suspicious Side Eye*

*The person who wears this stuff is my husband's STRAIGHT MALE battle buddy and it's what he wears to the gym. It's a normal occurrence to see it in our home🤣*

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Obi-Wan- "Force I'm Parched"

Anakin, laughing at his choice of words- "There's a thimble of water in the ice chest if it would please thee."

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Obi-Wan, laughing- "Yeah, Master Qui-Gon used to fist fight me when I made him upset. Quinlan had to break one up once because he jumped on me and I couldn't get him off."

Quinlan, also laughing- "Yeah you had a massive bruise on your face for weeks after that"

The Council, Anakin, Ahsoka, Clone Troopers, Everyone else at the dinner table- *Appalled and Worried staring*

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Cody- "I don't rise and shine, I caffeinate and hope for the kriffing best."

Rex- "Amen"

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Padme- "I hope everything goes smoothly on your deployment . I don't know what I'd do without you."

Anakin, flexing in the bathroom mirror- "Yea don't worry baby, no one can take down this specimen." *does boom, boom, firepower from night the museum."

Padme, deadpan- "I take it back... die"

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Fives, after sex- "did you enjoy that?" *wiggles eyebrows*

Echo, already looking at memes- "Oh yes, the crossed eyes and heavy breathing when you came really set me off."

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Rex- "What. The. Kriff. Is that?"

Hardcase, holding a ham sandwich in one hand and a took a in the other- "I could totally make an ICarly joke right now."

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Ahsoka- "I'm hanging out with Bariss tonight."

Rex- "Great you're gonna come back stoned off your shebs."

Ahsoka, already out the door- "MAKE SURE WE HAVE SNACKS FOR WHEN I GET BACK!"

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Obi-Wan- "Love it's not that I don't like your family, it's just I'm not used to all the touchy feely, Lovey Dovey stuff."

Cody, after doing damage control after Obi-Wan pushed Crys away when he tried to hug him- "Well at least they now know you weren't loved as a child"

Obi-Wan, sadly- "yeah..."

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Obi-Wan- "Yea, Master Qui-Gon Loved Xanatos and Feemor more than me."

Anakin- "How? Xanatos has been to prison and Feemor Is probably gonna have 20 children by the time he's 30 if he keeps it up."

Fives- "Is it because your a Ginger?"

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Anakin, in traffic- "Kriff you, Sleemo!"

Rex- "isn't that a slur?"

Anakin- "Not if it's used properly, but the way I just said it. Yes

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Tup- "My stomach hurts"

Fives- "Ah yes hot bitch problems"

Tup, still in pain-"I don't feel very hot right now"

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Kix, finding the group after coming back from the bathroom in 79s- Some old man just tried to take me home.

Jesse,drunk- I wish an old man would try to take me home.

Palpatine- *Walks by*

Echo- "There's one"

Jesse, horrified- "Please don't let him take me. He smelt like dirt and vomit."

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Rex- "You should stop being so moody all the kriffing time"

Anakin- "At least I don't have sex with my socks on"

Rex, irritated- "I've already told you it kills the mood when my toes are cold!"

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*young Anakin and Obi-Wan at the zoo*

Anakin, with his tattooine accent- "Look buboons!"

Obi-Wan- "it's pronounced Baa-boon dear one."

Anakin- "that's what I said, buboon."

Obi-wan- "Baa-boon"

Anakin, annoyed- "we're saying the same thing, just in different fonts"

*this one was actually my mother in law and I but it was too funny not to put here. Also Southern Accent Anakin truther here.*

#star wars: the clone wars #anidala #arc trooper fives #clone trooper tup #commander cody #rexwalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex #clone wars incorrect quotes #cloneshipping #southern accent anakin skywalker

[spiralingemptyness]

I want more… clone hc pt. 2

why not more hc, I’m bored and wanna ramble… sorry if I repeated any.

99 is the best vode, he knows everything. If a brother is said, he’ll hug them, give words of encouragement and stuff and a mysteriously some illegal contraband that whatever the clone likes will randomly show up.

Shaak ti is buff and can hold her own if not demolish the Alphas on the training mats (The Rancor battalion found that out the hard way)

Jek, Rys and Thire became close after the mission with Yoda, Thire is still close with the commanders on Coruscant, but he’s even closer with the other two

While Hound may be a sergeant, he’s still an honorary commander member, he became the little brother of the group

…Thorn didn’t die on Scipio, nope, no way. Amidala saved him, always carrying a blaster or smth.

Dogma became really good at braiding hair because of all the time he braided Tups hair, so after Umbara when he definitely goes to Coruscant, Amidala finds out and sometimes ask him to do her hair.

Colt may essentially be Buir of Kamino, but all the alphas (especially 17) out Buir him, and it can be very comedic how a big burly alpha is hauling a ARC commander just to force them to sleep.

Fox absolutely denies or threaten to black mail shebse squad if they bring up the fact Fox was the first to fold and call Alpha-17 buir.

Colt and Wolffe have regular holo-calls just to shit talk Ventress.

Rex got adopted into Shebse squad after he bit Cody (Wolffe was proud)

When Kix is on shift in medbay, most of the time Jesse is there with him, he doesn’t have to be their but he’s a good batch mate.

Each shebse squad member have a quirk in fighting droids: Cody punches and spin kicks them, Wolffe bits them, Rex throws his blasters at them if they run out of ammo, Fox for some reason carry’s a high voltage taser, Bly drop kicks them, and Ponds throws rocks at them to catch them off guard

On multiple occasions animals like Loth cats and Tookas have been snuck on board the venators and multiple times have had to been taken off board

Fives has a girly scream, Torrent found out after he was caught singing in the barracks

Comet (and Plo Buir) can convice Wolffe to take care of himself (little brother privileges), unlike Boost, Warthog, and Sinker who have to sedate him of physically haul him away from the bridge

MEDICS GIVE STICKERS, if a your a good patient, you get a sticker. So there is a lot of vode with stickers inside or outside there armor

Colt keeps himself loaded with weapons, many different types of blasters, check. Lots of vibroblades and vibroswords (that he stole from commando droids), check. It will take a solid 10 mins for him to de-weapon himself

after Khorm, Plo threatened Captain Ozzel…. It was terrifying, Kit Fisto was both shocked and absolutely scared of getting on Plo Koons bad side.

Monnk collects different shells and rocks from the ocean floor and give them to different vode

kit fisto taught his battalion how to fish, just randomly, out of the blue he said they were going fishing and they went fishing

Ashoka definitely stole the ‘I’m no Jedi’ line from Rex.

everyone form the 212th and some 501st members were more traumatized by a bold Kenobi than the fact he faked his death to be a bounty hunter for a time period

kix has trouble staying warm after the cyro-freeze, like he’ll be bundled up in layers on tatooine

quinlan snuck into fox’s office once and was hit with a data pad on the head when he scared him and got himself a concussion, safe to say he doesn’t sneak up on fox anymore

clones have a sweet tooth

Once Hound got hurt while chasing a suspect and Grizzer went absolutely feral on the person who hurt him, it took Thorn and Stone just to separate him from the suspect, (fox and thire were just watching in shock as they helped hound)

padawans always use vents for travel (ex. Echo: where’s the commander. Fives casually: oh she’s in the vents. Echo: oh.. WHY IS SHE IN THE VENTS)

(Might be in the other one) The corrie guard have a bet everytime a battalion is on leave, the bet is: which members of what battalion will have the most in the drunk tank.

medics have to have a smex-ed meeting with every new shiny that boards

Bly (respectfully, cause he is a gentleman) asked Aayla to wear armor, the next day she was wearing Bly’s spare armor. Bly couldn’t stop blushing the whole day and it made his tattoos orange

When one or more of the Shebse squad is on leave, they bully fox into going to 79’s with them or to take care of himself. Safe to say, that whenever that happens the corrie guard can relax a bit

the most annoying patients for medics is any CO or jedis, all medics curse like sailors

when Kix was a medic shiny he hadn’t yet mastered the disapproval stare or the ‘shut the kark up and do what I say’ stare, so the vode listened to him just because it was so cute and funny, they quickly learned to stop thinking like that.

once after a battle Obi-Wan found Cody lying star fished on his back, he kicked a droid and broke his foot and collapsed once his foot gave out. Obi-wan just sighed, forced healed his foot a bit and carried him to the medics (Cody was turned into a sputtering and flustered mess)

Rex was already being corrupted by Skywalker’s tendencies when he was just a lieutenant in the 212th, Cody was horrified and wanted to bash his head into the wall.

Boil and Waxer secretly adopted Numa after Ryloth, each just co-parenting her

Kids on coruscant would sometimes come up to a guard member and hand them a paper of a drawing, ask for a hug, or just give them goodies. The guard now has a wall full of drawings given to them by kids in the barracks

the guard have stupid names for operations, it’s just a serious op about observing and trying to take down a drug ring (with vos’s help) and it has a name like “operation: too high to fly”

the cadets will hang off from any limb they can reach of their clone trainers and shaak ti

medics will lay on a cot with an injured clone on it to help them sleep, they’ll either be sleeping with them or doing data work

so yah… I’ll make more. Might make some of cod, fnaf , Dc, etc. as well and try to do art as well

#star wars #hc #hcs #clone 99 #shaak ti #alpha 17 #commander colt #master yoda #clone trooper jek #commander thire #sergeant hound #grizzer #commander fox #commander monnk #commander cody #commander wolffe #commander thorn #commander stone #clone trooper dogma #padme amidala #clone trooper tup #clone medic kix #captain rex #commander bly #aayla secura #bly x aayla #blyla #obi wan kenobi #codywan #ashoka tano

[aspenstarflare]

Time for more Clone wars Head Cannon time:

-The 501st and 212th defiantly have bets against each other of the state of Anakin and Padmé’s relationship but also Obi-Wan and Cody’s. Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, and Boil organizing these bets whenever the two legions are together (of course under the noses, of General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Cody).

-Kix sleeps literally with one eye open, due to his Jedi trying to escape the medbay every time he falls asleep. Every time he drags them back to bed he always mutters something along the line of “stupid self sacrificing jedi ideology, whoever thought the force was a free pass to self neglect will feel my wrath.”

-Speaking of Kix, the entire 501st and also the 212th by extension are terrified of him, once 10 droid invaded his medical tent and he took them all out on his own without a blaster. He also can single handily drag one of his jedi or troopers to the medbay without effort.

-Fives and Echo, the chaos twins who bring destruction wherever they go, will try to sneak into Anakin’s council meetings get into his line of sight, and try everything that is possible to make him laugh. During one meeting where they are more particularly funny Anakin just stands there in a council meeting trying to be silent and stiff as a board while he’s shaking from laughter and mace goes “Is something funny skywalker?” and fives falls on his head from doing a handstand at that moment and Anakin loses it and bursts out laughing like a maniac but refuses to explain why to the council ever. So for the rest of the history of the council, they all think Anakin finds Yoda going on mission to be kriffin hilarious.

-After tough missions the troopers of the 501st like to huddle together in a cuddle pile (although only Ahsoka calls it that), Ahsoka discovering this one night while they were all sleep in their huddle, hopped into the pile and snuggled up with them as she couldn’t fall asleep because of a nightmare that has her in a panic attack and Anakin was no where to be found. Cut to the next morning Anakin is panicking about where Ahsoka is and bursts into the barracks to ask the troopers if they’ve seen Ahsoka just to find her in the pile of his troopers between Jesse and Fives. He finds the sight too wholesome to disrupt so he takes a picture of it and leaves. Letting his children sleep in. He ends up framing that picture in his quarters much to Ahsoka’s annoyance when she finds it.

-Sometimes when the clones in the 501st have a illness like a cold instead of going to Kix (much to his annoyance) they to to their General. Sometimes they just want General Skywalker’s hugs, reassurance, and help. Appreciating the fatherly presence and warmth he gives them. He also happens to be really good at spotting when his troopers are ill, which Kix does actually appreciate because better they get General Skywalkers help then no help. (And Anakin does eventually tend to bring his sick troop to the medbay to make sure they’re alright)

-Sometimes on missions where locals are around a person or two has flirted with Ahsoka making her annoyed and uncomfortable as most of them tended being men older than her, but even the people who are age appropriate make her uncomfortable too as she isn’t interested in anyone at all. Usually Anakin would cut in and tell them to Kriff off and get away from his Padawan, but this time, Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Hardcase beat him to it. With Fives punching the 30 year old guy in the face, Echo shoving him to the ground, Jesse kicking him in the side, Hardcase stepping on him hard so he can’t move, and Rex telling him to never speak or go near his little sister again, telling him to kriff off before he faces a fate worse than death. Anakin smiles at them proudly while Ahsoka silently cries happy tears in the background from being called a “little sister” by her vod.

-I believe it’s already canon or a really universal headcanon that the clones speak mando, but I believe once Anakin and especially Ahsoka learn this they are both immensely determined to learn how to speak it, much to the hesitance to the 501st initially, they aren’t sure as it’s something that their’s. But quickly they get really close to both the commander and general and adopt them as their Vod’ika and Buir and teach them a few words until by the near end of the war it escalates to basically the entire language. (Anakin cries a lot when he learns what Buir means)

#anakin is a father to ahsoka and the 501st #501st legion #Ahsoka tano is a sister to the clones #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #arc trooper fives #arc trooper hardcase #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper echo #captain rex #everyone here has ptsd #Ahsoka is AroAce #anidala #codywan #clone trooper kix #anakin and ahsoka #ahsoka and the 501st #everyone is definitely betting that Obi-wan and cody are thing #the bets for anakin and padme are merely what the status of their romantic involvement is #Ahsoka has anxiety #Anakin is such a dad #clone wars #the council definitely thinks anakin is insane

[cabezadeperro]

💙: cody/kix

hiiii ❤️

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy // instead of being found during the sequel era, kix is found by cody and cody's pirate crew ten years after the end of the war. everyone is dead or worse except them (or so they think)

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Kix stumbles back from the shadows, still struggling with the zipper of his pants, and starts making his way back to the fires up on the beach. The sand is damp under his bare feet, and the breeze that rolls in from the sea makes him shiver, and the ground seems to shift and swell under him, the crew’s cheap spotchka sloshing in his belly. 

Cody’s pirates are a noisy bunch. Kix can hear them singing and laughing despite the noise of the waves crashing against the shore, despite the noise of his own heartbeat in his temples. Someone dragged a holoplayer from the ship, and now they are dancing to a song that Kix remembers from the war, in pairs and groups or all alone, bottle in one hand and face turned up to the starry sky. 

Cody isn’t there. Kix turns on his heel, his limbs heavy with drink, blinking stupidly in the lack of light. He can see the ship, huge and ugly and terrifying even in the distance, and he can see the crew, and that’s about it. Kix sighs. He knows it’s a bad idea even before he makes himself start walking.

His memories of the man who used to be the 212th’s commander are a brittle, cracking thing. That Cody is always at Rex’s side, watching him and smiling at him and stealing his drinks, his hand on Rex’s shoulder or hooked in Rex’s belt, but only when he thinks no one is watching. He is a good officer and a right bastard, and Kix trusts him but isn’t quite sure if he likes him. 

The last time they spent time together was during that op on Skako Minor—Kix escorted him back to base camp, trying his best to keep him alive, mostly for Rex’s sake, and then that was that.

Sometimes Kix feels like a piece fo shit for not feeling more grateful, for not being kinder to the man who found him on that Seppie shuttle, but then he actually interacts with the bastard and he gets over it. 

He finds Cody alone, as Kix knew he’d be. He treats his crew the same way he used to treat his officers—he’d die for them, but that doesn’t mean he is that interested in sharing a drink or his bed with any of them. Kix drops on the sand at his side with a grunt and starts rooting around his pocket for his smokes: Cody glances at him and back at the waves, his knees bent and his arms around them.

It’s been ten years, and he wears them well. He kind of looks like Kix vaguely remembers Prime looking one of the very few times he saw him, thicker around the shoulders and the torso than he used to be. His hair is still dark, and he wears it shorter than he used to, and there’s a scar on his chin that wasn’t there the last time Kix saw him. 

He looks like the future. 

It’s too windy. Kix curses under his breath and twists and turns on the sand, fighting his numb fingers and his lighter. The first taste of smoke sinks into his chest and calms the vague sense of anxiety he didn’t even know he was feeling, and Kix exhales, leaning in his free hand, legs stretched out in front of him towards the sea. 

Cody’s watching him: Kix can sense the weight of Cody’s stare on the side of his face, and he doesn’t even have to look at Cody to know the way his lips will be pressed together.

The thing about Cody is that while he’s glad he found Kix, a part of him can’t help but hate that he’s not someone else. 

(A part of Kix hates that he was found at all.)

“Kix.” His voice has changed. It’s lower, rougher. Too many years roaring orders and inhaling battlefield fumes.

“Hm?” Kix flicks the butt of his cigarette and turns to look at Cody.

His hand is warm and dry on Kix’s face. He tastes of the same cheap liquor they’ve all been drinking for hours, and Kix finds himself trying his best to chase it back into his mouth, Cody’s hand hot like brand and now cradling his jaw, his nose cold against Kix’s cheek. 

It’s too much and not enough. Kix turns his face away, because he can’t breathe and he’s dropped his smoke and this is not what he wanted. He’s glad when Cody doesn’t let go.

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[squintyeyedjoel]

Spark in a Snowstorm (Joel x Reader)

A/N: This happened after I just had an Idea™️ that I had to get out of my system. It’s a weird hybrid of show and game Joel - I want to say mostly game Joel, but I pictured show Joel. (Make it make sense.) Also, this is the first thing I have ever written for Joel, TLoU, and spiciness, so…. We’ll just see how this goes over. 😬 (No specific age specified for reader, aside from her remembering life before the outbreak, so I leave that up to you.) No use of Y/N.

Synopsis: When patrol goes awry with a clicker attack, and you’re snowed into a safe house with your partner Joel, things are said in the midnight hours under the warm glow of firelight that offer change in the dawning light of a new day.

I do not own The Last of Us or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, some spice, and Joel is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. (Brief mentions of blood) Swearing. The spice is somewhat explicit, but it’s just talking, nothing past a few words. Mention of loss. (Spoilers if you haven’t watched the show/played the game.) Ellie is a menace from a distance. Drop ins from some of our other favorite characters bc why not. Arguing? Banter. Some of Joel’s Texan accent. (You’ve been warned.) I guess kinda sorta spoilers for TLoU 2? Like if you squint? And not really??? Also, I’m so sorry if you or a loved one’s name is Liam. I’m sure you/they are lovely. It’s just a name I chose.

Word count: 7,120 (It got away from me, what can I say?)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex and @grippingbeskar for your endless hours helping me over goodness knows how long since I started this, for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy, and screaming with me about this man that captured our hearts first in the form of pixels.

Xxx

His eyes were wide, scanning you from head to toe. Was he angry? The tight expression on his face gave nothing away as his eyes made another sweep.

“I-”

“Don’t.”

Your breath caught in your chest at the single word. It was low, pained, and broken.

“Joel-”

“No,” he all but whispered.

You opened your mouth to try one more time, but before you could even hardly take a breath in, he exploded.

“I said no, goddamnit!”

Both of you stared at one another with wide eyes, but for entirely different reasons. 

You watched the quiet man who only ever raised his voice in the middle of a fight, usually with infected or raiders, turn that rage against you. Taking a step back, you kept cautious eyes on him, holding your hands up in a gesture of surrender instead of trying to speak again.

He stared back at you in shock. Joel never meant to lose his cool, especially not with you, but this…. This had terrified him. He’d almost lost you. Like he’d almost lost Ellie. Like he had lost Tess. Bill and Frank. Like he had lost…. her.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight to one side, looking down at the ground before he turned his back to you, slinging his rifle onto his shoulder. Sniffing his nose in the cold winter air, he reached up to swipe at it with the back of his hand. “We need to get moving,” he said lowly. “The sun will be settin’ soon.”

You didn’t say a word, you just waited where you were planted. When he finally looked over his shoulder at you, staring first at your feet for a long few seconds before eventually darting his eyes up to yours, you nodded before gathering your things, pulling your own rifle across your shoulders. 

It didn’t go unnoticed, the wet smudges on the backs of Joel’s gloves as he adjusted his rifle needlessly. The tear marks leaving stains trailed in with the blood from the infected that had nearly gotten the better of the two of you not twenty minutes ago. It was almost poetic how they looked so similar, the remnants of tears and the remnants of death. After all, right now, it felt an awful lot like something close to loss between you two.

After tightening your backpack one last time, you looked back up to meet Joel’s gaze. He was staring at you blatantly, and you raised an eyebrow. “What?” You kept your voice quiet, not wanting to spook whatever tentative peace you’d found. Reaching up to touch your cheek where you knew you had clicker blood drying rapidly, you raised both brows questioningly. “Is there something on my face?”

The soft snort of disbelief he gave felt like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. A charge of something wonderful breaking the tension.

“Come on.” He turned toward the nearest safe house. You could barely hear his next words over the crunch of snow underfoot. “You’re worse than Ellie, I swear.”

Smirking, you closed a bit of the distance between you. “I’ll take that as the compliment it is.”

He groaned, shaking his head as he surveyed the tree line. “I wouldn’t. But…. Do what you want, I guess.” His voice lowered as his face fell down toward the ground. “Lord knows that’s what happened back there.”

You stumbled before stopping. “I’m sorry, what?”

Looking up at the sky, Joel groaned before turning back to face you again. “We can talk about it once we’re in the safe house. You can yell and kick and scream, whatever the hell you wanna do, but only once we’re boarded up for the night.”

Arms coming to cross over your chest, you glared at him. “You mean only once I’m trapped with you in a tinderbox for twelve-ish hours.”

“If that’s how you wanna look at it, that’s fine by me, darlin’.” He turned and began walking again, but you didn’t miss the smirk starting up his face. “Just so long as we get there to look at it.”

Xxx

Stepping into the lodge a few paces behind Joel, you let out a sigh as you let your backpack fall to the floor with a thud. 

“Lock the front door, will you?” Joel spoke as he continued away from you, further into the dark room. “I’ll double check the back. Tommy was on patrol last. He may be my brother, but his memory goes about as far as a spark in a snowstorm.”

You wrinkled your brow, pausing in your movement to set your rifle beside the front door. “Come again?”

Joel stopped, turning to face you with a sigh. “He ain’t too bright.” A smirk crawled up his features before he turned back and disappeared into the shadows without a sound.

Shaking your head, you set the rifle the rest of the way down. “I’ll be sure to pass on your sentiments once we’re back in Jackson.” Turning, you secured the front door like he’d asked before making your way over to the log book to sign the two of you in on a coffee table in front of a couch that had seen better days. Lowering to your haunches, you detailed the clicker attack before signing off. 

“Do that and I may have to kill ya,” he huffed, coming back into the room with a tight smile.

“You’re joking,” you tried after a minute, hesitant as you watched him settle in for the evening.

He sat on the couch with a groan, his words strained on the sound. “Only one way to find out.”

Pushing on your knees, you got back to your feet and back over to your pack by the front door, shaking your head in amusement. “No thanks. I’m good.”

“You sure?”

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed, leaning against the wall by your bag. “Positive.”

A lopsided smirk turned up his cheek. “Suit yourself.”

Lowering to your haunches to get your sleeping bag out, you glanced up to the large fireplace, seeing a few embers still burning from the last patrol.

Joel followed your gaze. “That should stoke right back up after we add some wood. I’ll take care of it in a minute. Just need a breather after all that…. Nonsense back there.”

You scoffed. “Nonsense?” Setting your bag back on the floor, you stayed lowered down as you stared at him incredulously. “What about me saving your life was ‘nonsense’?”

He pushed off the couch with a grunt, walking toward the fire without another word. 

“Joel.” No response. “You said we could talk when we got here.”

“We’ve talked,” he mumbled as he bent over with another grunt, tossing some logs from a pile to the left into the hearth before lowering onto one knee and grabbing a nearby fire poker to better arrange the wood. “Pile’s gettin’ low. We should restock sometime tomorrow….”

“I can’t believe this,” you said under your breath, turning your eyes absently down toward your bag still in your hands.

He sighed heavily, the sound of someone who knows exactly what’s going on, but hell will freeze over before they mention it. “Can’t believe what?”

You matched him note for note. “Nothing.”

He set the fire poker down with a small clatter on the stone of the fireplace, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “No, we’re talking now. Can’t believe what?”

“You, Joel! I can’t believe you!” You’d barely let him finish before you started in, the words practically spilling out before you could think twice to catch them. 

He stood to his feet, mouth open about to say something but you didn’t let him get that far. “I saved your life back there, Joel. Your life. Me. You were about to be clicker food, and I got there just in time.” Pointing to the blood still smattered on your cheek, you took a few steps closer to him. “Do you think this is some weird new fashion trend? Did I read about it in Apocalyptic Daily? No. I- Don’t you fucking laugh.”

His growing smile wavered under your stern finger wagging close to his face, the distance between you dwindling. “I’m no-”

“Joel,” you warned, waiting until his face returned to something neutral. “I saved your fucking life, and instead of saying thank you. Instead of a simple nod and moving on…. You blame me. You yell at me.” Taking a step back, your arms hung limply at your sides. “I learned everything I know from you. I get you don’t like looking in the mirror, but don’t try and put that on me. I’m not your reflection.”

Turning to go back to your sleeping bag, you froze at Joel’s voice at your back. “That’s what scares me.”

You should have turned back to face him, but instead you looked down at your hands as you worried them in front of you absently. The silence that settled between you was heavy, stifling…. The only sound coming from the fire beginning to crackle viciously as it roared to life, consuming the new logs.

“I….” Joel’s voice began with a crack, almost blending in with the roar of the fire before he cleared his throat. “It….” He sighed. “I didn’t mean anything against you,” he finally said lowly, saying each word clearly, practically chewing on them as they came out. “It just- I saw them, then you-”

Finally turning back to him, you let out a huff. “That’s what I don’t get, Joel. You saw them. Clickers have never caused you to-”

“No. Not the clickers.” He wouldn’t meet your eyes. Finally he said softly, “Them.”

You didn’t understand until his eyes pulled back up to yours, a level of pain you’ve never seen before hidden deep underneath. 

Everyone has someone they’ve lost. That’s just a fact of the times now. This new world you all lived in showed no mercy to the ones left behind. The survivors were given nothing to stand on but broken hopes and dreams, shattered memories, and fractured hearts.

And from the look in Joel’s eyes, the rest of him was in absolute pieces on the ground. He had no lower to fall. But somehow the thought of you hurt gave him room to go further still, practically dragging him through the mud he was already stuck in.

“Oh.”

It’s all you can say. It’s all you can think to say. And it’s enough, the corner of his mouth ticking up just slightly.

“Thank you, Joel. I…. I’m fine.” He offered you the smallest nod to let you know he heard you. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he cut in. “I…. I don’t handle my feelin’s well. ‘Least that’s what Ellie tells me. And Tommy. ….You…. Couple other folks‘ve mentioned it once or twice.”

Laughing softly, you went back to your sleeping bag, finally getting to set it up by the fire. “You must be tired, your Texan is slippin’,” you teased. Looking up, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, making you smile.

“Uh-oh,” he joked. “Next thing it’ll be the twang.”

Groaning playfully, you said, “Not the twang!”

He nodded, smiling softly. “Then it’s a bunch of ain’ts and y’alls, and probably a few sayings that’ll confuse you more than anything….”

You smirked. “Like a spark in a snowstorm?”

He smiled, a small but genuine thing, setting his sleeping bag near yours. “Nah, that’s just me.”

“I see,” you nodded in understanding, chuckling when he groaned as he lowered down to sit on his sleeping bag, close to the fire. “Get some sleep, Tex. I’ll take first watch.”

He turned to you, eyes alert but lids getting heavier by the minute the longer he sat by the warmth of the flames. “You sure?”

You smiled a genuine smile for the first time tonight. “Positive.”

A lopsided smirk turned up his cheek as he tucked into his sleeping bag with a satisfied sigh. “Suit yourself.”

Xxx

The wind howled outside the lodge, another layer of snow piling on top of all it could touch. Shadows from the flames danced over the room, painting it in crimson hues and hidden secrets just begging you to go explore.

Walking over to a mirror that barely reflected anymore, you wiped the last of the clicker blood off your face before settling back in over near the fire. After eating some jerky and a few pieces of fresh bread you’d traded for back in Jackson, you fed a few more logs to the fire before you sat beside it with your back to the wall. Watching Joel as he slept, you couldn’t help but smile, his snoring the only competition to the raging storm outside.

He began to mutter every now and again in his sleep, words you couldn’t quite make out, not quite gibberish, but still unintelligible all the same. They quickly devolved into moans, sounds of fear and pleading tumbling out of his mouth in rapid succession.

The pain, the anguish, whatever he was seeing behind his eyelids was not a place you’d want to visit. Walking over as quickly as you could, you knelt beside him soundlessly, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “Joel?”

No response.

Gripping him a bit tighter, you said his name a little louder. “Joel?”

Nothing. He was beginning to move around in his sleeping bag like he was trying to get away from something in his dream.

Giving his shoulder a gentle shake, you tried again. “Jo-”

His eyes shot open, and suddenly he was above you, your back to the floor with the air knocked out of you, a knife pressed dangerously close to your throat.

You watched as he took deep rapid breaths, but you didn’t dare to move. “You were dreaming, Joel,” a whisper was all you could manage before you cleared your throat softly. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

After another minute, he pulled back away from you, tucking the knife into his boot, and offering you a hand to pull you up.

Taking his hand, you studied him closely once you got to your feet. “Want to talk about it?”

“Nope.” He didn’t even let you get the question all the way out before he answered while dropping your hand so quickly you’d think you’d burned him. His eyes were on the floor as he gave a gentle shake of his head, hands on his hips while he took a few aimless steps in front of the fire.

“Okay,” you drug the word out, brows narrowed. “I’m sorry. Go back to sleep. There’s still a few more hours before we need to change shifts.”

Nodding, he wordlessly got back in his sleeping bag, turning so his back was to you.

Waiting to listen to his snoring once again, you quietly rifled through your backpack, pulling out a book you’d found to read on a recent supply run, and a crossword puzzle book that had been tucked away behind some old magazines at an abandoned gas station.

Smiling down at both of them, nostalgia began to wash over you. The book was some trashy romance thing, not really your style, but these days you couldn’t really be picky. Back before everything you’d had a massive collection of both books to read and puzzle books, not to mention all the pens and pencils your heart desired to fill them out. But they often just were added to your shelf and never touched again, saved for later, when there was more time, until one day all that time caught up with the entire world.

“That reminds me.” 

Joel’s soft voice made you whip your head up, startled out of your walk down memory lane. He’d rolled over just enough to face you, his body still angled away from you. Meeting his eyes, a silent apology was exchanged between you before he went on.

“I…. I found a stash of books on a run the other day. Great condition. Couldn’t remember what type you like to read-”

“I’m not picky,” you cut in, making him smile.

“Yes you are, but I know what you mean.” His lips twitched higher under your playful glare. “Anyway, I brought them back. They’re at my house just gatherin’ dust.”

“Don’t you want them? Or Ellie?”

He shook his head, rolling over to fully face you with a soft groan, his sleeping bag crinkling as he did. “She’s already read them cover to cover. Told me they probably weren’t, ah…. My thing.”

“What, are they smutty or something?”

“No,” he grumbled, pulling his sleeping bag tighter around his neck and chin as he snuggled in, almost looking like he was trying to hide. “But a few of them were romance, I guess, and that girl thinks she’s so funny.”

His eyes flew up to you when you couldn’t contain the chuckle that had been bubbling in your chest anymore. Holding your hands up in surrender, you tried to swallow it down. “Sorry. I just…. What is that supposed to even mean?”

Joel grunted, unamused as he remembered Ellie’s words. “I dunno. Somethin’ ‘bout how I’m old as dirt and dirt doesn’t need no love and affection, I don’t know, half the stuff that comes out of her mouth confuses me.”

You were laughing so hard no sound was coming out, your hand clutched to your stomach in an attempt to keep the loud ugly laughs from coming next. Head thrown back, you leaned to the side where you sat on the floor, almost falling all the way over.

“It’s not that funny,” Joel complained, soft laughter betraying his grumbles.

“That girl’s got your number, Joel.”

He smiled fondly, looking at nothing in particular. “And I don’t even mind.”

The sun had begun to come up, trying to warm the world back up after a night of ice. The sky was turning shades of purple and soft oranges, with a light pink starting through the higher windows as the sun began to paint the clouds in vibrant hues. 

“Well, since I’m already up, how about we just sit and watch the sunrise,” Joel offered before he yawned. “Give all that snow some time to settle before we try to go outside.”

You nodded, handing him some jerky, and after a moment of consideration, your last piece of bread, before getting up to tend the fire once more.

“It was…. I was relivin’ that night…. Again.” 

Joel spoke softly as you kneeled in front of the fire, adding new logs and rearranging them with the poker. He kept doing that, speaking deep, dark thoughts only when your back was turned. Deciding the fire needed a lot more tending than you originally thought, you stayed where you were and listened.

“I don’t know if you know…. You probably don’t, dunno how you would, now that I think about it….” You let him ramble softly as you mindlessly poked the logs with the prodder. “The night,” he cleared his throat, his voice coming back slightly stronger but just as soft. “The night everything broke down was my birthday.” 

Beginning to turn and look at him over your shoulder, you froze when you saw him stiffen slightly, turning your attention back to the flames. It’s incredibly hot this close to the source, sweat trickling down your spine, but it’s a small price to pay for the words beginning to flow over you like cool water. Something about them a noticeable weight being lifted from Joel’s shoulders, and that’s entirely worth the heat licking at your front.

“Tommy and I got out, just barely…. We had to take a few detours to get out of town, but we just made it. We had to drive by a…. A family on the side of the road. Sarah wanted to help them, but I didn’t want to chance it. Didn’t know exactly what was goin’ on, but knew I didn’t want it anywhere near my…. Near her.”

“Sarah?” You asked quietly after a moment of silence, turning your head just slightly his way so he knew you were still listening.

“My daughter,” he finally got out, voice breaking slightly. “She, um…. She didn’t make it.”

You hung your head, eyes shut tight. “Joel…. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah. That’s what everyone says,” he grumbled, shifting his weight as he finally looked away from you and out the windows at the brightening sky.

Finally turning to face him fully, setting the fire poker down, you moved to sit a few feet from him. “No, I mean it, Joel. I can’t imagine. I’ve seen friends get infected, but not my own family, that must’ve been-”

“Didn’t get infected,” he said simply, staring out the window, the food you’d given him still in his hands, giving him something to do as he fiddled with it absently.

You cocked your head to the side. “I thought-”

“She died,” he looked at you with wide unfeeling eyes, completely detached as he continued, and it was slightly frightening, making you lean back from him just a bit. “But not from this whole mess,” he gestured around in a circle with one finger. “The military was trying to keep things contained. Detained us on the edge of town. We…. I told him we weren’t sick, but- He got orders saying it didn’t matter, and…. I guess less bodies to get infected means less infected.”

Your eyes were brimming with tears, one falling as you blinked.

“Took the shot, I tried to twist away, take the brunt, but….” His eyes filled with emotion once again, like a dam had burst, his face twisting like it was trying to contain them. “Clipped me good, but Sarah, she….” He stopped and took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes before looking at you. “Sorry, I don’t, uh, I don’t talk about this much.”

“I don’t blame you.”

He looked down at his hands where they held the food tightly, his knuckles going white with the effort, and sighed. Releasing them gingerly, he set it off to the side before turning his focus back on you. “I can count on one hand the amount of times I have, it’s just too-”

“I know,” you cut him off, reaching across your lap and taking his hand in yours. “Thank you for trusting me enough to be among those few.” Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled softly.

Joel nodded. “Figured if we were gonna be partners, you’d keep seein’ the nightmares, and it’s only fair you know why.”

You smirked. “Even after all that nonsense yesterday, you still wanna be my partner?”

“Don’t push it,” he warned playfully.

Holding your hands up once again in surrender, you leaned back, resting on your palms. “Fine. But I will take those books you mentioned, thank you very much.”

“Fine, fine. When do you want me to drop them by?”

“I’ll come pick them up after we get back on my way home.”

“Your boyfriend ain’t waitin’ on you to get home?”

“Boyfriend?”

“The one from the bar the other day. Threatened my life if you got hurt on patrol.” His voice lowered to something dark but amused. “That was real cute.”

“Oh. Him.” You sat up straight, bringing your hands to your lap and staring at them as you worried the tips of your fingers absently.

Joel huffed in amusement. “Yeah. He got a name?”

Scrunching up your face like you’d eaten something sour, you looked up at Joel through your lashes. “Liam.”

Nodding, Joel mirrored your earlier posture and leaned back on his palms with a soft grunt. “Now I know who to come after if you ever show up cryin’.”

Dropping your hands to the floor with a soft thud, you lifted your gaze to stare at him straight on, your brows flat and unamused. “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Meanwhile his brows shot up near his hairline. “No?”

Eyes falling back down to your lap again, you began tracing the patterns in the worn wooden boards of the floor, stabbing a large knot by your knee with your finger. “No, it’s…. It was a casual thing.” You shrugged. “We went on one date at the bar and it was just…. Nothin' there.” When Joel didn’t immediately reply, you looked up to find him smirking at you, making you huff.

“He didn’t think so.”

“What?” You deadpanned.

The smirk had turned to a shit eating grin. “Boy’s smitten.”

You rolled your eyes, and hung your head. “Shut up.”

“I don’t blame him.”

Popping your head up, you watched him with narrowed eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s not gonna work.” You got to your feet, walking over toward the large windows that sat high off the ground offering an overlook of the valley below, just beginning to show up in the growing twilight. Arms crossed over your chest, you tried to contain your rapidly beating heart, hoping your partner wouldn’t notice.

Joel was beside you in an instant, catching you off guard. He’d been aloof all night, only speaking when your back was turned it seemed, but now…. Now he was looking at you with a warmth in his eyes that made you feel like you were right next to the fire all over again. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, and a chill ran down your spine. Looking away from him and back out the window, you tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in your gut as you felt his eyes studying your face from the side.

“And why is that?” Had his voice suddenly gotten lower? Was that possible?

You shrugged. “There’s no…. Spark. He’s a nice guy, it just…. It’s not for me.”

“Ah. A spark in a snowstorm. Gotcha.”

You rolled your eyes at Joel’s smirk.

“Sure.”

Joel reached out, tracing his knuckle down the length of your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When had he gotten so close?

“What about you, Joel?”

“What about me, darlin’?”

He’d called you that a handful of times, but this time felt different. Everything felt different. Since yesterday, since the nonsense, something had shifted between you, and it felt…. Electric. It was like looking at the sun, something you probably shouldn’t do- testing the waters with your patrol partner- but he was making it too damn difficult. 

Before you could just keep your distance, shoot the breeze, shit talk like the rest of ‘em, but now…. Now you noticed one too many things you liked about him, and looking at the sun or not, you weren’t inclined to look away.

Then again, you’d known him for a few months now, not well, just enough to know he was a good man. He had secrets like everyone, but that was to be expected in this day and age. Always had people around him, but never quite looked like he wanted to be there. Not like when he was with Tommy or Ellie. So when it came time for you to step up and fill a spot on patrol, and it was up to him to teach you the basics, you kept your distance. If he liked a more solitary life, that was fine. Not your place to force people on him. In fact, that was something you understood intimately. 

You’d never asked him about his home situation, his past…. You shut down anyone gossiping around you about him. It wasn’t anyone’s damn business what the new guy was like, what he did yesterday, what he said about- what was this, high school?

So when he’d sidled up to you at the bar the last few weeks to share a shot of the good stuff in silence, maybe a comment or two about the weather, nothing had shocked you more. Okay, one thing had shocked you more. He was voluntarily sitting next to you, while Ellie and Tommy were across the bar.

You’d caught a glimpse of the sun.

And you were willing to get burned.

“No one I need to worry about when I drop by for those books?”

“Like who?”

“Now you’re just bein’ a shit,” you grumbled, ignoring his slight smirk as he continued to lightly trace the length of your arm with his knuckles. “No one special waitin’ for you?”

“Special?”

“Joel Miller, don’t make me get my gun.” He chuckled. “Besides Ellie, are there any other women I need to worry about who just may shoot me for knocking on their man’s door? No girlfriend? Wife?”

He snorted a laugh, gently shaking his head. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but I hoped you knew me better than that.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, softening when he saw your head tilted in question. “No. No one.”

“Good.” You nodded, laughing softly when he tilted his head in question like you had. “I don’t have to plot any mysterious disappearances….” His head straightened. “I’m kidding, Joel.”

“No, you’re not.”

Looking down your nose at him, the corner of your mouth twitched up. “I guess you’ll never know.”

“Hmmmm….” He hummed distractedly, watching his hand trace up your arm once again slowly. “What I do want to know is more about this Liam….”

You groaned, tossing your head back to look at the ceiling. “Back to this?”

“Does he just not understand how to give you what you want?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, and crackled like the fire. 

The further Joel spoke, the more his accent began to slip again, and it made something lurch in your stomach with each drawl. Yes, from the little bit of Texas, but mostly because you knew that meant he was relaxing again, getting comfortable. That thought made your stomach flip all on its own. 

Swallowing roughly, you stared out the window, your own voice sounding like sandpaper. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Stepping closer, the distance between you gone, he sealed his front along your side, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spoke. “Messy. Something that’s all teeth and tongue, hands ‘n need. Somethin’ desperate.” He nipped at your ear quickly before releasing it, making you take in a sharp gasp.

His hands began to slowly circle around your hips as you leaned into him, and you felt a smile turn up his face as he leaned into your hair. “You should be with someone who’s going to take care of you. Make sure you feel good at least once, if not twice,” he angled his lips back to hover over your ear once again. “Maybe more, before even thinkin’ about himself.”

He traced lazy patterns along your hip bones, his fingers dipping dangerously low with each new swirl. “Then again, if you’re with a man who likes to eat, thinkin’ ‘bout himself is in your best interest.” He chuckled over the words. 

“What next?” You somehow managed to get out.

He sighed deeply, his chest pressing into you with the effort. “After that a good man, someone you’d be glad to find yourself in that position with, no pun intended, would make sure to…. rise to the occasion-”

“Let me guess. No pun intended?” You smiled, your eyes closed.

“Oh, pun absolutely intended,” he muttered into your neck, smiling against the skin as he maneuvered your back to rest against his chest. “In a perfect world, you’d be with someone who’d make sure your needs were met before their own, and would take their time doin’ it….” One of his hands moved lightly across your collarbone before resting there, holding you firmly to him as he mumbled in your ear once again. “But somethin’ tells me you’d feel so good, even the best men might have some trouble makin’ it that far.”

He’d been talking only when your back was turned all night, and technically now nothing had changed except the proximity. But this was something you could get used to, you thought, as a grin worked its way up your face, his warm breath teasing at your ear giving you a surge of confidence.

“A perfect world, huh?” Your voice was as breathless as you felt. “Too bad that was all shot to hell twenty odd years ago….”

“Who says we can’t try to make our own little slice of heaven?” Joel’s voice rumbled against your skin as he tucked into your neck, his new favorite spot to land. “Jackson exists, right? Can’t something a little more…. Closer to home?” His hands found their way back to your hips.

An airy laugh tumbled out of your lips before you could catch it. “And what about these best men you mentioned? The ones who might still have some trouble?”

His lips turned up against your skin, the scrape of his facial hair something new to add to a growing list of things you liked about this man. “What about ‘em?”

Before you could ask if he’s one of them, you’re startled by a rhythmic knocking on the front door, making you groan and roll your eyes. “Great timing.”

Joel chuckled into your neck as you leaned your weight back into him, his hands coming back up to rest on your waist.

“You guys okay in there?” Tommy’s voice sounded through the front door.

“Just fine, Tommy,” Joel yelled back, making you groan again and turn into his chest, tucking your face into his neck, smiling when you felt his shoulders shake in silent laughter. His arms still around you pulled you tight.

“We came to dig you out. Storm really dropped a lot this time. Should have you out soon.”

“You couldn’t’ve waited a few hours?” Joel groused, just loud enough to be heard by his brother, the smile evident in his tone, and you could feel the upturn of his lips against your hair where he rested.

After a moment of silence that practically radiated attitude, you could feel Tommy’s eye roll. “Well, I guess? I mean, sure. I’ll just leave you here for the next however long until the next patrol is set to come through- that’s what- a week? More?”

“About three days give or take,” you called through the door. “Least that’s what we’ve been doing for clicker sightings the last few times.” 

“Clickers?” Tommy breathed, then let out a low, hissed, “Shit.” His voice turned away from the door, followed by a hollow thud of something- you assumed a shovel- thumping against the wooden barrier, forgotten at the mention of infected. “Somebody, take my horse and go back to town! It’s the fastest of all of ‘em. Tell Maria we need to rearrange the patrol schedule. We’ve got clickers over here.” All was silent for a long moment before Tommy’s voice came back angrier, still speaking away from the door. “No volunteers? Fine. You. Pretty boy. What’s your name?”

You groaned when a familiar voice weakly said, “Liam.” 

Joel’s grip on your waist tightened, his chest vibrating with a low laugh that only grew louder when you pulled back slightly to look at him and reached up to playfully slap his shoulder. 

“What?” He whispered, the sound bouncing over restrained laughter.

“You know what,” you narrowed your eyebrows at him, despite the grin crawling up your face.

Tommy’s voice was a bit further away, but just as loud as he had begun to yell. “I don’t care if they saw clickers yesterday, this is now! You ride, and you ride fast back to Jackson. The town is countin’ on you.”

“Mighty fine man, that Liam.”

You rolled your eyes at Joel's mumbled comment.

Liam said something but was too far away and quiet to be heard. Another voice piped up, female, and something about it made you think of the few times you’d talked to Ellie. A small argument broke out, finally interrupted by Tommy yelling again.

“Enough! Liam, give the reins to Dina. You wanna whine and bitch about maybe possibly seein’ some infected? Meanwhile she’s just loading her gun. That’s all I wanna hear about it.” The pump action of a shotgun was heard. “Ahhhh, music to my ears.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Maybe, if you ask nicely, Dina will let you ride with her and hold your hand if things get too scary.”

Laughter went around the group outside, along with the female voice you took to be Dina muttering a soft but sarcastic, “Come on, princess. I’ll even let you ride in the back.” Which set off a whole new wave of laughter.

Grumbled curses came from Liam as the group continued to chuckle.

“No?” Dina asked in an amused tone. “Suit yourself, then.” The crunch of snow under a horse's feet came close to the door, Dina getting straight to the point once they stopped. “Where did you see the clickers?”

“Took them out by the old creek,” Joel answered, pulling you closer to him. You weren’t sure he even realized he was doing it. “Near the toy store. There were three of ‘em.”

“Any signs of more?”

Joel brought one hand up to massage between his eyes. “Couldn’t stick around to find out, the sun was settin’. Had to get here. Sorry.”

She sighed. “Okay. Thanks!”

“Be careful!” You called to her.

“Aren’t I always?” Her tone was playful as the horse began to back away from the front door.

“No,” Tommy and Joel said in unison.

Dina laughed loudly before encouraging her mount to move faster. The sound of a horse quickly accelerating into a gallop drowned out the last of the laughter from the group as the footfalls rapidly faded into the distance toward Jackson.

“Hey. Pretty boy.” Tommy said after a moment, someone grumbling at him in response.

“Liam,” the voice corrected angrily.

“Yeah, I’m not calling you that,” the younger Miller said offhandedly before continuing on, making you choke on a laugh. “Go sit under that tree and think about what you did.”

“A time out? Really?” Liam’s disbelieving tone was dry, making you scoff slightly, Joel shaking his head as his hand came back to massage the bridge of his nose again.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” he mumbled sarcastically.

“Oh yeah? What’s that say about you, Tex?”

Joel pulled his hand away from his face just a few inches, enough to glare down at you with knit eyebrows before raising one skeptically. “Like I said,” he mumbled, his voice a heavy drawl but sincere. “You know how to pick ‘em.”

You heard the rustle of clothing on the other side of the door from Tommy’s direction. “Would you prefer I do it my way?” And you could just picture Tommy showing off his belt lined with weapons under his coat- not that he’d ever use them like he’s suggesting, but if you’re on the wrong end of a Miller, you don’t know that. They’re terrifying sometimes- probably with a smirk. “Didn’t think so. No, I think you’d much prefer my wife’s less invasive methods.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Plus, we need someone to keep watch. Anyone gets hurt while it’s your shift? Well, even my wife don’t take kindly to that. So I’d make sure to stay extra awake if I were you.”

Tommy grumbled something about showing up with a hangover and damn newbies. “The rest of you, start digging.”

“That idiot lets anything happen to the group….” Joel began in a warning tone, muttering next to your ear.

“He’s dull, he’s not dumb, Joel.”

“Thought he had a chance with you, I’d say that’s dumb.”

With a heavy sigh, you tucked back into Joel’s chest. “Of course you would, Joel. Of course you would.”

“Anyway,” Tommy’s voice was back on the other side of the door once again, muffled but back to being pointed at the two of you, followed by the scrape of the shovel handle on the wood as he picked it back up. “Like I said, I’d leave ya here, ya fucker, but I’m really not interested in incurrin’ the wrath of a certain teenaged redhead back in town, so…. No. Sorry, Joel. You gotta come with me.”

“What about me?” You asked, feeling like starting some shit for absolutely no reason.

“What?” Tommy’s confused tone made you chuckle.

“You said Joel’s gotta come but what about me? Does nobody care what happens to poor little ole-”

“I care,” the younger Miller defended through the door. “Hell, you make the best goddamn scrambled eggs I’ve ever had.”

“So you only want me for my food, huh?”

There was a pause. “Joel?”

The man in your arms sighed. “Yeah, Tommy?”

“Sort whatever the hell is going on in there out before I get this door open. Please. I’m beggin’ ya.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Joel called back before the sounds of shovels scraping against the snow and ice sounded. Looking down at you, he mumbled, “I care, too, ya know.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just like having a drinking buddy,” you teased. “You Miller men with your food and drinks….” Shaking your head up at him, Joel grinned.

“Now. Tommy says I’ve got to sort you out….”

Leaning close to his face, you smirked as you patted his chest. “Good fucking luck.”

With a sigh, you went to pull back from Joel, but he quickly cinched his grip around you tighter. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” 

Looking up at him with an arched brow, another smirk crawled up your face when you saw nothing but amusement and mischief all over his. “I was gonna go pack.”

“We got time,” he drawled in a low, quiet voice, nuzzling his nose along the shell of your ear and into your hair.

“Let me guess, he ain’t too bright?” You mimicked his statement about Tommy from the night before with an extra affected Texan drawl for good measure, making Joel huff before smiling at you.

“Somethin’ like that,” he agreed, leaning in so his nose brushed against yours.

“I may not be too bright, but my hearing is fucking incredible, so fuck you, Joel!”

The two of you froze when Tommy began to speak, breaking out into snickers once he was done hurling insults, your foreheads resting against one another’s.

Reaching a hand up to card through the hair at the nape of his neck, you spoke lowly so only the two of you could hear. “We’ve got time.” Repeating his words, but this time with new meaning, you both grinned at each other and shared a look in understanding. 

It may be the end of the world, but this was just the beginning.

Xxx

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Into Your Arms (Part.2)

Captain Rex x Jedi!reader

Summary: after seeing you injured on the battlefield, Rex realizes how much you mean to him and does everything he can to keep you alive.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, death, violence. Rex gets really fucking scared.

A/N: sorry for the delay babes! Here’s part 2 and please tell me what you thought!

“I told you not to remove that damn thing!”

“We couldn’t move her with that piece in her! The medical frigate is still two minutes out and she wouldn’t have fit otherwise-“ Kia spoke quickly, clearly out of breath as he dug violently through his med bag looking for what he needed. “Plus the bacta patch wouldn’t have done any good if that thing was still in her—- apply more pressure!”

“I’m trying!” Despite trying to keep his emotions locked down, Rexs voice cracked ever so slightly as he spoke.

It felt like nothing was helping. You were slipping through his fingers fast.

In the brilliance of the raging grass fires around him the blood left your artery in violent jets of red. The heart that could keep you in a full sprint for twenty miles was most efficient at emptying your body of fluid. Your own hand lay limp by your side, your skin no longer its usual color but grey, fingers sticky with congealing blood. You had slipped out of the conscious world seconds before Kix arrived, and with each passing moment Rex knew they were losing you further.

“Alright, pull your hands back.” The clone medic rushed, the device in his hand buzzing violently as he turned it on.

“Kix-“

“Cap, I know what I’m doing, now move your hands and hold her shoulders down.”

With his new orders, Rex follows his medics command, watching in a silent terror as Kix quickly cut away the fabric of your robes, exposing the gaping wound beneath them.

The second the laxer cauterizor made contact with your flesh your unconscious body jolted violently beneath the captains hands, a blood curdling scream leaving your lips as you did. Both actions caused Rex to fall back slightly before rushing back to push you down once more.

“Hold her still!”

“I’m trying!”

Your body continued to fight back against the pain as Kix did what he could to stitch you back together enough for transport.

And with each moment Rex grew more terrified.

His commander, his friend, his—

You were slipping from his grasp before he could say or do anything.

“Medical frigate incoming!”

Both clones momentarily took their eyes away from your body, watching as a short but speedy ship moved swiftly across the battlefield—

And then things began moving fast.

Handfuls of other medical officers and droids swarmed around you and within moments you were on a gurney and being pushed onto the frigate.

And then Rex was following, Kix close on his heels as they boarded after you. He knew that the action would cause an uproar, he wasn’t supposed to leave the field unless ordered. . . But in truth it was the last thing on his mind.

The second the frigate had returned to the Resolute you were once more rushed off, and Rex stuck with you for as long as he could- pestering the medics along the way as he asked about your condition.

“Is she going to be ok?”

“It uncertain captain-“

“What’s going to happen to her?”

“Not sure-“

“At least tell me—“

“Captain!. . .”

“Please make sure she’s-“

“Kriff Rex, stop!” A steady hand clamped down on Rexs shoulder, pulling him to a stop as you were wheeled further down the hallway and beyond his reach, for a moment Rex pushed against the hold, but stopped when he heard Kix lower his voice. “Rex, you need to calm down.”

Calm down? Calm down?! How could Rex calm down? You had a gaping hole in your abdomen and not a single medic had given him a clear answer as to what they were going to do about it.

“Where are they taking her?” The clown captain swallowed, looking back down the hallway in which you had disappeared with your army of medics.

“Surgery. They’ll do a better job at stitching her up that what I did back int he field.” Kix spoke calmly, observing his captain with a slightly curious gaze as he did. “You’ve seen hundreds of people get hurt and go through this, but I’ve never seen you. . . Like this.”

Eyes still trained on the empty hallway, the muscle in Rexs jaw pulsed, “like what?”

“Scared.”

Rex was silent for a moment. “One of our commanders is on the brink of death, someone we all look up to and trust and admire. Forgive me trooper if I’m a bit on edge.”

In truth Rex couldn’t admit out loud that he was scared. He’d lost people before. . . Kriff it was daily. But with each loss he held his head up high and kept moving. . . He couldn’t let his men see that he had finally been brought to his knees, and now felt true fear.

Whatever silence lay between the captain and the medic was broken when his comm beeped and a second later the holographic image of General Skywalker was hovering above his wrist, the Jedi dodging a blaster bolt as he spoke to his captain.

“Rex! Where are you?! Someone reported to me that you left the field!”

“Forgive me General I-“

“Tell me later, I need you down here now!”

Swallowing thickly, Rex brought his eyes once more to the vacant hallway. Kriff, the last thing he wanted was to go back down there.

“Yes Sir, I’m on my way.”

“Good-“ and with that the comm cut out and drowned the hallway in silence once more.

It took a moment but eventually Rex inhaled deeply, straightening his posture as he returned his helmet to his head. Before he could rush down the hallway though he was spooning to look at his medic, his hands still sticky with your blood as he gripped Kixs shoulders.

“Keep her alive.”

“Yes sir.”

And with that the Captain nodded and took off in a sprint back towards the hangar, his heart in the cradles of his boots as he did.

———————-

The fighting didn’t stop until morning and By the time the separatist forces were falling back the first rays of the cresting sun were beginning to crawl over the horizon, lighting up the mangled landscape as they did.

The fires had died out, leaving large scars across the land as they still smoldered. Everything was covered in a fine layer of ash, including Rex as he stepped tiredly onto the last departing gunship besides General Skywalker and Commander Tano, his bucket tucked weakly under his arm as he did.

Everything in the captain wanted to sink down to the floor but Rex held firm, though a tremor had started in his right hand and had yet to stop. Wether it was from exhaustion or fear he didn’t know.

Maybe both.

His body was on the brink of collapse and the need for sleep weighed heavy on his shoulders- but the fear he felt think about you kept him awake.

He had no clue what awaited them on the Resolute. Either you were alive or you-

“Rex? You ok buddy?” Anakins voice broke the silence in the gunship, the General looking at his captain with a concerned expression.

“Of course he’s not. None of us are. While we’ve been down there our friends been teetering on the brink of death.” Ahsoka was quick to speak, her concern for Rex clear on her features.

For both the Jedi Rex seemed anything but himself. His eyes focused on the ashy floor of the gunship, his free hand gripping the hand hold tightly. His gloves were still gone, skin still stained with your dried blood.

In an attempt to bring some comfort to the captain, Ahsoka placed a careful and reassuring hand or Rex’s shoulder, but the clone made no move to acknowledge it- nor did he notice the gunship landing in the medbay and the door sliding open.

It was like he was caught in his own mind, like a fly stuck in a web. With everything thought it only brought him back to the battlefield and the feeling of your body weakening underneath his palms.

This was his fault. If he had just paid more attention- if he had just seen those tanks coming he couldn’t have gotten out of the way. You should have never had the need to save him. He was a good soldier. He was better than this.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

His duty was to protect the Republic and his Jedi. . . And it would seem he had done a poor job at the latter part.

“Hey, c’mon. The med-bay said they need us.” Anakins voice was reassuring as he slowly pulled Rex from his stupor, silently ushering off his padawan to parts unknown.

“Forgive me General, I-“ straightening his posture, Rex raised his head, doing whatever he could to look and act like the captain he was supposed to be. “I am not my full self.”

“Hey, no problem. We’ve been through a lot and we are all tired. No need for apologize Rex.”

As the two slowly stepped from the gunship and into the hangar, the Jedi watched his clone captain carefully. He could practically feel the worry coming off of Rex in waves. Maybe it was his connection to the force, or his connection to the clone in general but he knew how much Rex cared for you, how much you meant to him.

The journey to the medical wing was a silent one and as they rode the lift up several floors, Anakin couldn’t help but cast his friend a worried glance.

Rexs bloodied hands were twisted tightly together in front of him, the captain of the 501st wringing his hands as the tiny numbers counted up to the medical wing floor.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Rex. We have some of the best medical droids and medics here that the Republic can offer, she’s probably waiting for us right—“

Anakins words fell silent as the lift door slid open, the blinding white lights and the sterile odor of the medical wing slamming into them both as they did.

If Rexs heart was already in his stomach, now it was in the soles of his boots.

Waiting for them with a grim expression on his features was Kix, his gloved hands folded neatly behind his back as he greeted both his captain and general.

Feeling the tremor in his hands worsen, Rex squeezed his fists tightly, nails digging into skin to create little crescents. All he could hear was his own heartbeat drumming in his ears and the fast rapid breaths that had begun to make him lightheaded and dizzy.

Force this was it. This was when it was confirmed he failed and that you were-

“She’s alive.”

And just like that it felt as if a massive boulder had been lifted off of him. A deep sigh left Rexs lungs as he felt the muscles in his body relax ever so slightly.

Turning slightly, the clone medic beckoned for them to follow with a nod of his head and it took everything in Rex to not sprint down the hallway.

“And she’s stable, at least right now. He injuries were far more extensive that we thought. Apart from the injury to her abdomen she also has a rather nasty concussion, a small brain bleed, several broken bones and a sprained wrist. She’s lucky to be alive.”

Rexs silence was finally broken a moment later, the blonde clone struggling to get his words out as they walked. “Is she awake?”

Whatever tiny bit of relief Rex had was snuffed out when Kix stopped them before a set of doors, the medic giving both him and Anakin a worried look.

This time it was Anakin who spoke. “Kix?”

Instead of wording his answer, the medic punched in the code for one of the medical rooms, and as it slid open the strong smell of bacta came with it, it’s strong medicinal scent making Rex wrinkle his nose slightly.

The room was mostly vacant apart from a few medical droids, and the lights had been turned down to their lowest setting, allowing for the blue of hyperspace to bring a sort of glow to the room.

But it was none of those things that made Rexs blood run cold. No, that was reserved to the large bacta tank on the far side of the room and what was within it.

Rexs feet were moving before his brain was and before he knew it he had crossed the dimly lit med-bay, the hazy bluish green light of the bacta tank reflecting ever so slightly off the polished floors.

He knew it was you, there was no doubt about that. . . But it was all wrong.

You had been stripped down to nothing but your black under tank and shorts, heavy bandages snaking around your abdomen. Though suspended in the medicinal waters your body had ever so slight curled in on itself, reminding Rex of how the clone fetuses looked in their tubes back on Kamino. Your normally bright eyes were closed and an oxygen mask had been strapped to your mouth and nose, along with a countless amount of tubes and other wires that had been connected to numerous parts of you.

It was you. . . But it wasn’t.

The you he knew was bright and full of life and energy. The commander he knew cracked jokes and smiled despite the war torn galaxy they lived in.

You brought light and a sense of ease to all those who encountered you.

So no, this wasn’t you. Not the one he knew. Not the one he needed.

“Is she going to be alright?”

“It’s uncertain. She crashed a couple times on us but we were finally able to get her stable. She’s gonna need several rotations in the tank before we can take her out a get her healing in her own.” Kix explained, passing by Rex as he began working on one of the control panels for the tank, no doubt checking your vitals.

Somewhere behind him, Anakin pulled Kix to the side, the two talking in hushed tones as Rex stayed fixated on you.

The tremor in his hand only stopped when he planted it to the cool glass, the dried blood on his fingers having turned an ugly rust brown.

“You are not allowed to die, do you hear me? That’s an order.”

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Clone Wars Hospital AU Headcanons

Forgive me my shameless indulgence, but years of working in a hospital has given me Thoughts™ so just for some stupid fun: Welcome to the GHR: the Grand Hospital of the Republic! Where the Jedi are doctors, the clones are nurses, and the padawans are interns

501st battalion: Paediatrics

212th battalion: Maternity

104th battalion: Gen-Med

327th battalion: Orthopedics

Corrie Guard: Emergency Department

Headcanons below:

Paediatrics: Ward 501, Paediatrician Dr Anakin Skywalker

The ward is split on loving or hating Anakin, there's no in between

He's great with the kids though, the patients love him

Rex is the unit manager who has more experience than Anakin despite Anakin “outranking” him

Has to gently steer Anakin back on track and wearily remind him not to make orders just to spite other doctors

Constant happy music playing in the ward, everyone has fun accessories and brightly coloured scrubs

Fives and Echo are the most senior nurses and also the worst influences

Together they can cannulate a kid without them even noticing but also they're the ones shit-talking the annoying/unhelpful parents in the nurses' station five minutes later

If the kids are extra good, Jesse lets them colour in his tattoo

Dogma and Tup are the new grads - Tup is great with the kids, gentle and always gets them smiling, Dogma makes them cry no matter how hard he tries

Kix is NICU-trained and somehow still remembers every single piece of anatomy and physiology from training. Unparallelled medication knowledge. He’s the one all the student nurses want to be paired with

Ahsoka is on her paediatric rotation under Anakin's instruction

She's the intern the nurses give their feedback and requests to when they don't want to talk to Anakin, because they know Anakin will listen to Ahsoka over them

Maternity: Ward 212, Obstetrician Dr Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan works closely with Anakin, refers most of his clients there for their child’s care

Anakin did rotations with him in training, Obi-Wan sometimes forgets that he's now a fully registered doctor and will still try to instruct/encourage him

Obi-Wan has borrowed Ahsoka for days in clinic or in the birthing unit, during which time the nurses will spend their entire shift trying to convince her to come to their unit instead

Obi-Wan is beloved by the nurses because he actually asks them for their input, unlike SOME doctors who just give orders (Anakin)

Did you catch him talking to the unit manager after handover this morning?? Hardcore flirting at 7:05am?? Cody was definitely into it

Cody is one of the most involved unit managers - he’s on the floor with the other nurses most days, always staying overtime and pulling double shifts to help keep things running smoothly

Waxer and Boil are considered bad luck charms - whenever they’re rostered on the same shift, things will always go to shit

God forbid either of them mentions it being “nice” or “quiet” on any given day - that just guarantees that three minutes later they’ll have five labouring people come in actively pushing 

The two of them once delivered a baby in the parking lot outside because the mother didn’t make it in time - the parents still bring Numa in to visit sometimes

Their nurses have the best stories, sometimes even more gory than ED

General Medical: Ward 104, Physician Dr Plo Koon

Has Dr Plo been here forever?? Nobody at the hospital can remember a time he didn't work here

The best doctor, agreed by all nurses and patients

Keeps offering free check-ups to the nurses on the ward

Brings snacks for the nurses' station

Wolffe is the scariest unit manager there is - grads and students are terrified of him

The unit is the most efficient in the hospital because of it

God help the pathologist who loses a sample from them. He will not hesitate to riskman you

*Over the PA* “Visiting hours finish at 1900. It is now 1902. Get the fuck out.”

Emergency Department: Corrie Guard, lawless wasteland

Boost, Comet and Sinker knew him in training and are immune to his glare, they use this power to constantly fuck with him

Caffeinated to the point of medical concern

Lectures drunk uni students about the dangers of alcohol before finishing night shift at 0730 and going home to drink wine straight from the bottle

If Fox has to triage one more belligerent idiot demanding immediate attention for a stubbed toe he's going to come through the plastic window and throw hands

Take the turkey sandwich and shut the fuck up

Constant arguments with the ward over whether or not the patients are stable enough for ward transfer

Just take the fucking patient Wolffe, they've got enough to deal with down here, they're bed blocked and there's a line out the door

Orthopedics: Ward 327, Orthopedic surgeon Dr Aayla Secura

They all started in sports science

The most jacked nurses

Group gym sessions before or after shifts

I don't care if you're tired. You're getting out of that bed whether you want to or not. Use it or lose it. Mobilise, bitch.

They’re the ones who keep stealing the bladder scanner from gen med but won’t admit to it

If you witnessed the incident between Dr Secura and the unit manager Bly at the last Christmas party, no you didn't

Bonus:

The Bad Batch are agency nurses, they go where they're needed and everyone hates them because they make more on the hour for it

Weird mish-mash of different skills and background knowledge

Will go eat dinner in their car instead of in the break room with the other nurses

Tech will not stop correcting people on the wards he’s put on, he is not popular for this despite mostly being right

“You can’t nurse-initiate that drug.”

“That phone order is invalid. We need to call the doctor for another.”

“The patient’s blood pressure is 135/82. This is technically outside normal parameters.”

Crosshair openly shit talks the other nurses with his patients because he knows he won’t be there tomorrow to catch the fallout

#this is so self-indulgent but #i can do whatever i want forever #sw tcw #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw headcanons #star wars au #501st shenanigans #212th shenanigans

[enigmatist17]

I am tipsy rn, but I am just hooked on the clone wings au I've seen <3

Jango himself didn't have wings, maybe it skipped a generation

So when he sees the clones are born with them, he totally doesn't cry in his quarters in joy. Boba has wings, and Jango teaches what he can about wing care to the clones as much as he can

No matter what they try, the Kaminoans can't get rid of whatever is causing the wings to be formed, only managing to net a few clones over the years to be born without them

- said wingless clones are snapped up by Alpha-17, who makes sure they don't end up as test subjects or worse. He's missing a wing himself due to a longneck, so they don't bother fighting against the admittedly terrifying clone. Most of them become aquatic soldiers or various troops where wings would be a detriment

-- a lot of the wingless feel left out, but whenever they're around other clones for missions/downtime, they're usually given the honor to help care for the wings, and it's always a battle to see who can get one of them before their other brothers (bc no clone would ever hate another, I don't care what BB says >:(

The armor for the wings was not factored in, so the first Gen cobble together a prototype that is soon refined once it's proven they need the extra protection

the Jedi don't really know what to make of it at first, but the wings don't seem to impede their fighting abilities, so it's just brushed off

in fact, the wings help save more lives (bc a lot of clones die by falling like wtf)

it's considered a right of passage to be invited to help tend to each other's wings in their downtime

Those that are split from their batchmates/lose their squads have their feathers usually matted and tangled until they integrate and find someone they trust, and if they haven't, a medic will step in and force them to be tended to

Kix personally has the highest number of troopers he's had to sedate for wing care, and is quite pleased with himself

When Marshal Commander Cody haphazardly curls a wing around Obi-Wan during a briefing one day, the news spreads within the GAR by the end of the rotation (said commander is embarrassed, and Obi-Wan has to fight to urge to ask him to do it again)

It becomes a game to see who can do the same with their Jetti without their noticing, but the Jedi already know about this "game" and place their own bets on which of their troopers manage

Thoughts <3

And now, Im going to pass out

#personal #star wars #star wars clone wars #clone wars #swtcw #winged!clones au #super in love with this idea #or right now at least :)

[notthestarwar]

Fox

Fox is a fun one! So Fox obviously is barely in canon, so he's a blank slate really. But here's some of how I see him.

Cody

Boba

Kix

Obi Wan

Anakin (1 2 3 4 5)

Jango (1 2 3 4 5 6)

Clones

Is Jango a father to the clones

I have a hc that Fox really hates himself, he's convinced that Jango had to be some kind of evil to do what he did, and he's sure that exists in him too. He's terrified of himself. He doesn't want to become Jango but he's sure he will and there's nothing he can do to prevent that. He's completely wrong of course, you can't be born evil and besides he's nothing like Jango but it's a case of if you look for something, you'll find it. He loves his brothers intensely and his only reason for living is to save them from his life. I think he doesn't really show that love though. His self hatred just results in this utter apathy for everything.

He wants to be loved pretty intensely but he doesn't think he deserves it, so he's disgusted in himself for wanting it. I've seen other ppl who also think he hates himself but is aware of it, but personally I don't think of him as someone who is aware of this. He doesn't come across as someone with no self confidence, rather he comes across as someone who's a bit of a dick, and is always willing to see the worst in a situation. He's kind of cold and he's determined that the galaxy is evil and there's no doing anything about it. There's no point to it pretty much. He comes across as pretty arrogant if anything. The idea of him being vulnerable is disgusting to him, so he is just living a lie pretty much.

I like to think of Fox and Cody as two sides of the same coin.

They both are driven by this deep deep love of their brothers. They are each ultra competent. They are both willing to die for their duty to their brothers.

But where Cody is the blinding brightness of the midday sun, Fox is the sickly neon of the Coruscant underlevels, where its always night.

If Cody is the sun, burning himself up for his duty

Fox is withering away as he denies himself light, so he can spare it for his brothers

Cody feels too greatly, Fox does not allow himself to feel at all. He's apathetic

They are both scared they'll end up like Jango but they both think very different things went wrong with Jango. Cody thinks Jango had the potential to do better, but didn't try, because he'd convinced himself it wasn't necessary. He'd convinced himself he was doing the best. But Fox thinks Jango was just rotten, an evil person. There was no fixing him.

To Cody, a person's ability to change the world they live in is their greatest weakness. He is afraid of warping the world around him in his denial.

To Fox, you can not change your nature. There are some that are born bad. Jango was one of these people, Fox is one of these people. The galaxy can't be fixed. It's bad because its full of bad people in positions of power and always will be

Cody is scared of what he isn't, that he won't be enough to save them.

Fox is afraid of what he is

Again sources are from Google/ other webs so let me know if they're wrong

#fox #commander fox #character web #sw webweave #star wars web weave

[snowywinterevenings]

Several Sentence Sunday

A little bit from the beginning of the magical being/mage au that is currently nameless. Fic titles my beloathed.

Mention of almost drowning under the cut:

Jango brushes his fingers against dark curls and smiles as the twin on the left shifts in his sleep, curling closer to his brother where they are tucked under the red and gold blanket Xyla has been slaving over for the last few weeks. “Cody.”

“And Fox.” Jango scrunches up his nose and frowns, not necessarily disapproving of the name but wondering at his wife’s odd choice. “It was the first thing that popped into my head with an x in it, but we could choose something else if you prefer.”

Shaking his head, Jango turns to his wife to see that she is smiling, though exhaustion is tugging at her eyelids. The doctor had only departed a short time ago, leaving them to decide upon names for the twins and get some much needed rest. “No, Fox is just fine. Cody and Fox. Maybe we’ll name the next one Wolf to go with Fox.”

Xyla laughs and shakes her head. “The next one will be a girl.”

Wolffe is born a year and a half later, the joke name becoming a reality when nothing else will stick, and Bly follows two years later. Kix is born next, his name a play on words for his non-stop movement in the womb. Xyla says Rex will be the last, knowing that with more mouths to feed, Jango will need to spend more time away from his family hunting more dangerous bounties. She worries too about someone discovering their secret, that someone will find them as Jango had found her all those years ago, an incredible bounty at his fingertips. She thanks the Force every day that he had been immediately smitten after her absolutely feral attempt at taking off his head with the cast iron poker from the fireplace.

Cody is the first to give them a scare, terrified shouts from the other boys making them dash down the hill to the pond where Jango pulls their oldest son from the water and lays him on the grass to start compressions and rescue breathing. Xyla lets out a shuddery breath when moments later Cody chokes up water, honey brown eyes blinking open in confusion as Jango turns him onto his left side and his frightened siblings crowd around him.

“Does that count?” Jango whips around to face her frantically, his hand still clutching Cody’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” whispers Xyla as she watches Fox latch onto his twin’s hand. “I don’t know.”

By the next day Cody seems completely fine, but Xyla watches him closely, looking for the telltale signs she had seen in her own brother after a similar experience. When days pass without indication that anything is amiss, she finally relaxes, though she forbids the children from playing by the pond unless she or Jango are there with them. The risk is too great.

#my wips #my fics #mage au #magical being au #tw: drowning #several sentence sunday #codywan

[darkcybertron]

i really really really need ahsoka using force scream

totj showed us that togrutas can roar. and ahsoka is an angry kid. one day she’s pinned, someone hurts rex maybe, they’re knocked out and the assholes who did it are about to kill her, too. she can’t help it. she screams and every droid standing in a five klik radius is knocked out cold. it’s terrifying because ahsoka just slings her 200 pound clone captain over her shoulder with the aid of the force and walks off after making the most eardrum shattering, guttural, fear-inducing noise anybody has ever hear

the clones were shielded from the impact but they all heard it and saw what it did to the targets of ahsoka’s wrath. ahsoka passes rex to kix, and fives is standing there wide eyed because holy fucking shit, the commander is a jai’galaar and he guesses that this is just fate since the only clones he’s ever seen where jaig eyes are in the 501st

and maybe after the tribunal crashes and ahsoka lands next to the ship, full of her dead men, she screams loud enough to make rex’s ears bleed and he just holds her through it anyways

#i love relating things to o66 #now i’m obsessed with the concept of the clones calling ahsoka a jaig after she uses force scream #that’s so cute #JAIG’IKA #omg #ahsoka tano #captain rex #fives #tcw #star wars #tales of the jedi #totj #the clone wars

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Incorrect Star Wars quotes but it's the shit my friends and I have said

Luke, washing dishes

Luke: *drops a mug, thinks there's shards in the sink* Oh SHIT something broke!

Luke:

Luke: Oh, wait, no, that's just celery

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Obi-Wan: That's the worst fucking Bible headcanon I've ever seen

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Kix: Let's get some fucking Punnett squares up in here. I can go all night >:|

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Mace: That was verbal irony, or SARCASM as you might know it

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Han: The thought of being eaten by an Ewok is terrifying.

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Padmé: If I hear you say "meesa" I'm pulling out a rifle

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Anakin: I'm from Tatooine. I know how to drive.

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Fives, to Echo and Rex: You both have imaginations

Echo: Unfortunately.

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Omega: Eugenics is mean :(

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Obi-Wan: He murdered an entire fucking village!!

Padmé: Fuck 'em

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Ezra: You shouldn't make people kill themselves. It's not poggers

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Obi-Wan: The story of my life is "why did I consent to this?"

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Leia, about Luke: You say "so true" and you're talking to a toaster

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Luke: I hope to one day be a fruit that someone wants

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Zeb: If I was a furry-

Zeb: Which I'm NOT

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Tup: *wrapped in a rainbow blanket* I'm a gay burrito!

Dogma: *similarly wrapped up* I'm a homophobic burrito, so watch out

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Hardcase, responding to some scientific thing that Kix said: SSPS. That stands for super-sized... penis schlong...

#this is all shit weve written down bc it was funny lmao #(all homophobic quotes are jokes i swear) #star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #tcw #star wars rebels #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #incorrect quotes #shitpost #im a padme fan i swear it was just really funny to use her in the ones i did #beans rambles #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #obi wan kenobi #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #captain rex #medic kix #mace windu #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #omega tbb #ezra bridger #garazeb orrelios #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper hardcase

[aspenstarflare]

Is this round 4 of clone wars headcanons? Yes I think it is:

-Onetime while heavily drugged in the medical bay after a intense injury, Anakin confesses to Kix that he’s married to Padmé and all Kix simply says is “Congrats General but I already knew, now can you please stop moving- JUST HOLD STILL!” and makes Anakin cry really hard from the yelling that when Anakin is sober he doesn’t remember what he said, simply that he cried. Kix jokes about it at 79’s all the time about how his general is such a wholesome Tooka but still so freaking stupid.

-Before the Zyggeria arc, some Jedi Knights around Anakin’s age send him remarks about slavery and Tatooine that make up him upset. Ahsoka sees these and doesn’t understand why they personally are hurting Anakin until after the Zygerria arc and she sees exactly what these remarks mean and why they are said. She is livid when she learns of this. The next time a daring Knight walks up to her dad master and says “look at the slave becoming the slaver, must’ve been-” and before they can even finish Ahsoka punches them right in the face and beats the absolute crap out of them that Anakin has to drag her off the Knight before they were critically injured. Ahsoka after this expects a scolding once they get back to their quarters but instead she gets a hug from her teary master thanking her. After that anytime anyone else tries to even say anything remotely negative about Anakin or his past, they get faced by the wrath of a fiery angry teenage togruta defending her father master. Most people are smart enough from then on, not to bother Anakin.

-Rex and Kix have a entire lesson that they give too Shines when the join the 501st called “Protect our stupid Jedi protocol”. They teach men what to do if they see the Commander Sleep deprived, or the General not drinking enough water, or either Jedi trying to hide a Injury or give off their rations to the men cause they both think they can last without food and that the men need it more. They also tell them what to do if either stupid Jetti gets captured or tries to do any stupid self sacrifice Osik. If the commander has panic attack or the general a PTSD attack. They make sure that all men in the battalion have memorized it, because even though their jedi have good hearts, they are so kriffing stupid.

-When Anakin learned about the chips clones have on their wrist for identification, Anakin being a former slave was absolutely krffin terrified at first thinking the Kaminoians put them there to explode if a trooper went AWOL. Rex (who was relatively new to Anakin at the time) had to awkwardly calm down the distressed Commander who was having a PTSD attack. Getting to know and see for the first time a natborn caring about him and his brothers.

-Once a natborn officer had the audacity to yell at a shiny clone and call them expendable not knowing that General Skywalker was around the corner. That natborn was reported missing in action not long later and was never to be seen again. The entire 501st except Firestorm (who won’t say) don’t know what happened to the natborn officer or why the heck the general out of all people gave Firestorm his name when Firestorm insisted to all his brothers he could name himself. But oh thank god that Natborn is gone, they hated him.

-When Rex isn’t paying well enough attention, Ahsoka and Jesse steals his shines to go spar with Ahsoka. They scare the heck out of the poor shines when they get pounced on by their 14-16 year old tiny commander. After of course though she gives them some sweets she found in the temple as a “thank you” gift. Rex isn’t amused when his shines are returned to him asking if he possibly has a icepack and how kriffing amazing chocolate is and how Rex needs to try it.

-Ahsoka has legitimately taken multiple bullets for one of her 501st troopers and it never was pretty. Everyone was crying for different reasons. Anakin in Anger at Ahsoka for being reckless. Padmé (once she figures out) in despair that her this child has seen so much death she values others lives over hers. Rex in so much guilt that eats at him. The saved trooper at feeling valued but also guilt they’re the reason their commander got hurt. And Kix by being so kriffing tired of his Jedi doing so much stupid stuff.

-Padmé and Rex are besties, you cannot convince me otherwise, they go on shopping trips together, eat out together, whenever Padmé needs extra protection and Ahsoka or Anakin can’t go Anakin sends her Rex. Padmé and Rex have tea parties together gossiping and complaining about how caring but so stupid Anakin is, and how they should go overthrow a corrupt government together while they are at it because why the heck not they have a week before Rex is deployed again. And just genuinely have a great time together while Anakin sulks at the Temple hanging out with Ahsoka and Obi-wan cause he was planning on going on a dinner date with Padmé but instead she’s out at a coffee shop talking with Rex about this book they’ve been reading on their own time. (Padmé has definitely made several friends with all the clone troopers she’s met)

#ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #captain rex #padmé amidala #clone trooper kix #clone trooper jesse #501st battalion #clone trooper firestorm (OC) #kix and anakin #anakin and ahsoka #ahsoka and rex #rex and anakin #anakin and the 501st #ahsoka and jesse #ahsoka and 501st #padmé and rex #anakin is a father to ahsoka and the 501st #anakin is such a dad #ahsoka is a sister to the clones #ahsoka has anxiety #anakin and his PTSD #kix is dying inside #jedi and their self sacrificing shannagins #the 501st loves anakin and their little commander because of how much they care #but they would also like it if they both tried to STOP dying at every corner #clone wars headcanons #clone wars #star wars headcanons #501st headcanons #anakin and ahsoka headcanons