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Part XI

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pairing: Commander Cody x f.reader

Summary: Well.... here we are, finally :)

Warning: 18+, NSFW, PiV sex, mention of divorce

Days dragged on, and you managed to find some kind of routine to keep you busy. A month passed since you visited Eleny at the hospital, and you had no idea what had happened to her since then. You considered contacting Fox, but then you decided against it. Somehow you were afraid that whatever he’d be able to tell you would upset you since she made it quite clear that you should stay away from her. 

In the meantime, Leonid had disappeared. He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the night he told you it was over - or at least you hadn’t seen him since. You noticed that someone visited the apartment while you were at work a few times - probably himself or his assistant, but more and more of his clothes were missing along with some of his personal items. You also considered contacting him, but you realised that you simply needed time, and you assumed that he did as well. There was nothing else to discuss in terms of saving your marriage - and that was clear enough. You didn’t miss him - perhaps because coming home from work and not finding him there wasn’t something particularly new. That has been your life for years now. There was nothing to save in your marriage since the marriage ended much earlier than you both realised  - and that much was clear now. All that was left now was figuring out the practicalities. Where would you live? How would you divide the assets? Who was going to make the first move? When should you hire a lawyer? But all of those things were quite complicated and life-changing that you needed time to gather the strength to deal with all of that. There was no running from it though, and you knew that. But you needed to take things one day at a time, after quite an emotionally draining period you went through some weeks ago. 

And then, there was Cody. You missed Cody -  very much. That kiss with him at the back of the taxi became a happy place in your head - whenever you’d feel overwhelmed with problems at work, or whenever the heavy thoughts about the divorce and your future would start to rage in your mind, the only thing that could calm you, the only place you could hide in your head was that moment. The way he looked at you. The way he just, without a word, leaned and kissed you. The way you both did that, the way you both felt that moment was bigger, stronger than you both, the way you got lost in it, the way your mind had to recreate all those little details because you almost blacked out from the intensity of that emotion.

And then there were those nights when you’d wake up, sweaty and almost breathless, dreams of Cody still lingering in your mind - his hands on you, your hands all over his naked body, your bodies flushed together, the warmth in your core spreading, threatening to burst. You’d squeeze your thighs closer, gasping for breath, realising you were lying alone in your bed, and Cody was somewhere far away - fighting a war. The heavenly bliss of the memory of that dream would soon be replaced by frustration, enormous frustration. It seemed that for the first time ever you actually realised just how much you wanted him - as if your mind allowed your body to completely bask in that secret desire, to let it overwhelm you, overtake you and show you its real power. And overwhelm it did - making you miss him so much, long for him like you never longed for anyone else before. 

Yes, there were so many questions on your mind, so many things you wanted to tell him and ask him. You wanted to talk to him about Leonid - for the first time, you felt you were ready to tell him everything. Not those little hints you gave him before about being sad and lonely, but properly tell him about everything that’s been going on. Tell him about the night you agreed it was over. Tell him how relieved you really were. 

But also, you wanted to ask him about Eleny. Those questions were tormenting you the most. About his relationship with her, and about the nature of their breakup. Why was she under the impression that he ‘dumped’ her, and dumped her for you? And why did she think he was to blame for what happened to her?

You had no way of knowing when he’d be back - you contemplated calling Fox once, but that thought was quickly put to rest. You couldn’t do that. It was bad enough that Fox knew about you two - that fact in itself embarrassed you, but now asking questions about Cody would just somehow mortify you - no matter how much you wanted to. Perhaps Cody was already back on Coruscant - a thought struck you once - and he just decided not to come and see you. And a sheer fear of hearing that from Fox paralysed you and stopped you from ever contacting him.

That afternoon seemed like any other. You had lunch with Penn in the kitchen and then you retreated to your office, to read and consider some offers you got from different food suppliers. 

It was a day like any other, but then again, ordinary days have their ways of suddenly turning into something spectacular. Those moments usually come when you least expect them - and that’s what makes them beautiful, even more beautiful than how you usually imagined them in your wildest dreams. 

But there he was. A knock on your door, just a regular knock, you barely lifting your head from the papers in front of you, and then moments later all the little hairs at the back of your neck standing up, your whole body feeling like it was just electrocuted. That’s how fast everything about your ordinary day changed. 

“Cody…” - you managed to say, your voice almost shaky. 

“Hello.” - he said, flashing you one of those smiles. Those smiles. The memory of which kept you sane for the last month. 

“I hope it’s okay I‘m just dropping in like this… unannounced. We just arrived, and I didn’t want to waste any time - I was hoping you’d be here.” 

“No, of course… it’s fine.” - you said. You wanted to get up and hug him, but your knees were suddenly weak. He stood in the middle of your office, a little awkwardly. The last time you saw each other you shared that kiss, that mind-blowing kiss, and now… you didn’t know how to react. You wanted to show him how happy you were to see him, but you had so many questions. 

But then he smiled again, and almost shily added “I’ve missed you '' - and there was no force or questions that could have kept you from jumping from your chair, and almost stumbling towards him - and him meeting you halfway in a heated hug.   

And you never wanted to let go. Every time he touched you you felt like you’d fall apart, but after not seeing him for so long, and since your life changed so drastically during that period, you were even more sensitive to everything. His touch now made you feel like you were having an out-of-body experience. Like you were not in control of your body anymore - how it reacted and how it behaved. Even if you wanted to, you found it difficult to let go of him- your body simply refused to do so. 

“Someone missed me, I think!” - Cody whispered mockingly in your ear, and that only made you cling to him even harder. 

“Of course I’ve missed you.” 

Cody was the first to let go of your waist, and you somehow managed to loosen your arms around his neck. His eyes locked on yours, those kind eyes and that look, you were quite certain, you would never be able to live without anymore. 

“Can I kiss you?” - he whispered. 

“Yes, please!” 

“I thought about kissing you every single day while I was away.” - he added, as he gently brushed your cheek with his thumb. 

You smiled and leaned closer to him, your lips almost touching his.

Cody pulled back just slightly once again.

“I just wanted you to know that. That kiss was…”

“Cody, shut up and just kiss me already!” - you said impatiently, and then smiled. “Please!” 

He laughed, a deep chuckle coming from his chest making his whole body vibrate. He pulled you closer and his lips locked with yours. This kiss was different from that first one. The first one was gentle, timid like he was worried that you might change your mind at any moment. 

But now, holding you so close and feeling your body respond to him, his kiss was almost desperate - a kiss of a man who longed for his loved one for far too long. A kiss of a man who was taking what was rightfully his. His tongue swept in and brushed against your own,  capsizing you by the fresh wave of desire that crashed over you.

His lips were soft, and you could feel a soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, as you breathed each other in, while his fingers carded through your hair. Nothing else existed in that room, in that city, in the whole galaxy. Nothing else mattered. 

When he pulled away from the kiss after what was probably an eternity, but a way too short eternity, he smiled when you tried to chase his lips again. 

“Maybe we should take a seat, what do you think?” - he said, mockingly. “I know I’m very tired.” 

Cody took your hand and walked you to the couch. He took a seat where he always did - the left side of that couch belonged to him, and he knew that. 

You joined him and sat right next to him, leaning on his chest, while he wrapped his arms around you. You stayed that way for a few moments, in silence, just feeling each other. You listened to his steady heartbeat for a while, letting that rhythm relax you. 

“There’s so much I want to tell you” - you finally broke the silence. 

“I’m here mesh’la, I have the whole day…” 

“I’m getting a divorce.” 

It was the first time ever you had used that word. It wasn’t even a conscious decision not to call it what it was before - but as soon as you said it, it was the first time you realised that you’ve never said it before. Divorce. It sounded final. It sounded like a failure. It sounded like a word that would follow you for the rest of your life. 

Cody tilted your chin with his hand and made you face him. He was silent and just observed you, intensely and carefully. 

“Yeah, we finished it. It was a mutual decision, really…” - you continued, encouraged by his silence. 

Cody contemplated for a moment, never removing his eyes from you. 

“I know how this might sound coming from someone who's just kissed you, but I am sorry to hear that!” 

You nodded. 

“I know what it's like to lose someone who was a big part of your life… it’s not the same, but…” - he continued. 

You contemplated his words for a few moments. Of course, he could understand you. No one knows more about the loss, personal loss than the clones. 

“I feel like I just came back from a war myself… so you’re onto something there”. 

“How are you feeling?” - he asked, brushing hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

“I’m okay, mostly. It’s weird… the uncertainty… fear of the unknown…”

“Well, I’ll be there for you, and you know me, right… So, one less reason to fear anything!” - Cody smiled as he cupped your cheek. His eyes were soft and kind, and it filled you with some kind of relief - the way he always knew how to make light of all the difficult situations, but just in the right measure - not too much, but just enough - enough to make you smile, enough to fill you with optimism that things will work out as long as he’s by your side, enough to make your skin burn from the sheer desire that overwhelmed you. His closeness, his eyes, his hand on your cheek, his silent presence that always lit your mind and body on fire.

This time though  - this time it exploded. Nights of those hot dreams of his hands on you, of his naked body on yours, nights of waking up, edged from all the thoughts and dreams about him, your core pulsating but never getting there , your desire for him overpowering and all-consuming - all of it manifesting now, overtaking you and your control over your own body. 

Nothing mattered anymore. You tried to do the right thing for so long. In fact always - always thinking of other people before making any decisions, always thinking about what others would feel and think and say. But now, all you could think of - finally and for the first time -  were your own needs. All the walls you built around you, around your ego, around your needs were coming down, piece by piece and a wave of pure, selfish need overtook you - and it felt good. 

You needed this. Here and now. And for a moment nothing else existed in the galaxy. You were free. And you were going to act and live your life freely. 

“Cody… “ - you whispered as you crawled your way into his lap, straddling your knees on either side of his hips and pressing your body against him, crushing your lips back to his . He returned your kiss eagerly as well, although he was slightly surprised by your forwardness, his hands just hovering in the air for a moment, before he gently put them on your hips. You deepened your kiss, brushing your tongue fervidly against his. You couldn't get enough of him. When you rolled your hips and ground your core against his codpiece his hands on your hips gripped you harder and made you still.

“Hey, hey…” - he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss. “Maybe we should slow down… “ - he added with a quick peck on your lips. 

But there was no force in the galaxy that could have slowed you down or stopped you at that moment. 

“No!” - you said and your lips were back on his. He kissed you back again, carefully, but then once you started pushing your flush body closer to him he shifted in his seat. 

“Mesh’la…”

“I want you, Cody…Please!”

“I want you too, mesh’la, but are you sure…? Here? Now? Someone might walk in.” - he stilled your hips once again, your hips you weren’t in control anymore.

Somehow you managed to stop, take a deep breath and get up. You walked to the door and locked it twice. Cody's eyes were on you the entire time, and you thought for the first time ever that you could see a certain hunger in them that you have never seen before. You always knew he was attracted to you - that much was evident from his body language. But the way he was looking at you know, his pupils blown and his breathing rapid, made your knees weak - so much that you weren’t sure how you even managed to make those few steps back to the couch. 

But you did, and you stood in front of him, and while keeping his gaze, you started undoing the buttons on your dress. It was a shirt dress that had buttons all the way from the top to the bottom. You took your time, and you could see that Cody’s self-control started to falter with every button you freed. When you undid the last one you let the dress fall open and reveal a hint of your skin, bra and your panties. Cody shifted in his seat, his legs wide open, and then he leaned in towards you and took you by the hips, pulling you towards him. His eyes were fixated on that new view in front of him and he wanted to enjoy it before you went any further. 

But then he just leaned in and kissed your stomach, first slowly and chastely and then as if he'd lost all traces of any kind of control as soon as his lips tasted your skin, he started hungrily drinking you in, leaving big wet kisses all around your stomach. Taking his time, kissing every millimetre of your skin presented to him. 

“Cody, please…” - you whimpered, as you felt your knees getting weaker by the second. 

“You don’t have to keep begging me, mesh’la '' - he said gently in between those devastating kisses. He still did nothing to open your dress more and claim more of your skin, of your body, so you decided to do it for him, letting the dress slide down your shoulders and arms, and drop to the floor. Cody stopped with his kisses and looked up, searching for your eyes and then leaned back in his seat, his hands leaving your body comletely. But his eyes - his eyes were all over you. Driniking you in, taking mental images, filling them deep into his memory.

“Then what are you waiting for?” - you asked. 

He waited for a second, the hunger in his eyes burning stronger and stronger, and then he grabbed your hips, this time less gently, but needy, urgently as he pulled you down to his lap, letting you straddle him again. 

“You're so beautiful, you know that? - he whispered in between the kisses, while his fingers traced the hook on your bra. 

“No, I think I need to hear you say it, commander.” - you said, as he unhooked your bra, taking it off gently and putting it aside. Cody didn’t lose a second, and his lips closed on your nipple, sucking the delicate flesh. You grabbed his hair, tangling your fingers in those thick curls. 

“You are, mesh’la”- he said, moving to the other nipple, giving it a quick lick and then latching onto it, only pausing for a moment to keep praising you, “The most beautiful woman in the galaxy.”

You giggled, but just barely, as you were soon silenced by his hungry lips once again. 

“Cody, I need you…” - you managed to whisper.  Your panties were completely soaked and your whole body was like a live wire - sensitive, and almost already overstimulated from his every touch. After a month of this devastating build-up, after all those fleeting touches at the beginning, and all those hugs, that night when his fingers just lightly brushed the side of your breast, after all those hot dreams, so realistic that you could almost feel his sweaty body on yours as you‘d wake up gasping for breath, there was nothing that could make you wait  a moment longer. 

Cody wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting you up just enough for him to use his other arm and fumble with his codpiece. 

As soon as you heard him detach it and throw it on the floor, you reached in between your bodies, searching for him - you wanted to feel him so bad. He started pulling his undersuit down, but you were inpatient. You dipped your hand underneath his waistband, finally finding him there, hot and hard. Cody’s breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your hand around him and slid it slowly down. You gently moved it up again and repeated that movement a few times, never removing your eyes from him and his now-closed eyes, and half-open mouth. 

His breathing picked up, and you felt him growing even harder with your every stroke. 

You wanted him so bad, but you could have done that for hours - just touch him like that, make him feel good and watch him fall apart underneath you. 

“You’re going to make me finish if you keep doing that, baby…” - he managed to utter in between his heavy breaths. 

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that would we…?” - you smiled as you slowed down your movements.

“No, we wouldn’t…” - he said as he opened his eyes and took control over. His one hand was still on your hip, gripping it hard, while he moved his other in between your legs, traced your underwear and moved your lace panties to the side, his fingers gently tracing and dipping in your wetness. 

“Oh, meshla” - he whispered to your ear as he felt you, as he felt how needy and hot you were for him, how ready you were. 

Without a word you both instinctively moved, you gently lining him up at your entrance, and his hands gripping your hips. You opened your eyes and found his, wide open, his eyes dark and his pupils blown, staring at you. None of you even blinked gazing at each other as you started to move your hips down, feeling him slowly enter you. It felt good. It felt perfect. It felt like something that was so right, that everything that had ever happened before was meaningless. It renedered everything that came before completely pointless. It felt like a new life was about to start with that movement. Like something big was about to be born. 

Cody slowly lifted his hips, almost impatiently and once you felt him enter you completely you stayed that way for a moment, just gazing into each other’s eyes. You rolled your hips and Cody’s head snapped backwards - you repeated the movement quite a few times, each time brushing your clit over the coarse hair at the base of his shaft. 

And you were floating. Every touch, every contact with Cody’s body sent shivers through your entire body. It gripped you, it twisted your every atom, lit all your nerves alight. 

“You feel so good… so perfect!” - he whispered. 

And he felt even better. 

It’s been so long… So long since you had sex, and even longer since you had sex that you enjoyed. That you longed for. Even when it did happen with Leonid, it became mechanical, a chase for an orgasm, often only his own. That was your own fault though, you realised a long time ago. Leonid did notice the first few times when you didn’t find your release and he asked what he could do, but you just brushed it off, saying you were okay, and that you were just tired. And you never thought too much about why you reacted that way - almost like you gave up on the idea that you could have an orgasm with Leonid, almost like you didn’t want to bother. But you also knew that your body simply stopped reacting to him, even though you didn’t want to admit that - to him, or yourself. It wasn’t anything he’d done - or didn’t do - Leonid was a passionate lover, for most of the time - but it just wasn’t working anymore. That sexual chemistry, that passion, that heat that threatens to tear your lungs apart - it wasn’t there anymore.

But experiencing it now, with Cody, the kind of passion you thought you’d never be able to feel ever again, was almost unreal. Your body was about to be set free and float away, if it wasn’t for his strong arms pulling you down, digging deeper into your flesh, his lips brushing against yours, his lips kissing your neck, your collarbone, his teeth nibbling on your ear.  His hot breath brushed against your jaw as he would whisper sweet encouragements to your every move. As he’d whisper ‘Good girl'' in your ear when you’d roll your hips just right, so right, that you could feel him twitch inside you. So good that you could feel the rumbling deep inside his chest, as he gently touched your clit drenched in your own wetness, swollen and threatening to send million lightning bolts through your body.

This was how it was supposed to be. No force could have stopped this. Nothing could have stopped your bodies almost simultaneously reaching their releases, the peak of that ultimate pleasure. He gripped you so hard that you were sure your hips would be full of bruises the next morning, but you didn’t mind. Your fingers cramped in his hair so tightly, but he didn’t mind either. 

None of you would have minded anything at that point. Gasping for breaths, together, his hot seed inside you, the feeling of him still hard inside, his hands not letting you go, not letting you move.��

It’s been so long.

Your body was producing whatever hormone it took to make you almost ecstatic. You had to make an effort to stop yourself from giggling uncontrollably as he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

You finally moved, as he slowly slipped out of you, his seed leaking down your inner thigh and ending on his armour. None of you cared. That could be easily cleaned. 

You stayed on his lap, swinging your both legs to his one side. You put your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I don’t think I can explain to you how happy I feel right now” - you murmured into his chest, too tired to lift your head and meet his eyes. 

“Good, mesh’la, you deserve to be happy.”

“I want to stay like this forever”

“Then we’ll just stay like this forever. Let them send a search party.”

You chuckled and placed a kiss on his chest. 

And you did stay that way for quite a while - and hadn’t you moved first, you were sure Cody would let you stay that way till that search party tore your door down. But you had a thought, and it tormented you and you didn’t want anything to ruin this newfound state of bliss you entered - you wanted to get things out in the open. 

So you moved, lifted your head and found Cody’s eyes. He looked tired, but relaxed - probably like you: 

“I want to tell you something…”

“What, mesh’la?” 

“I…I went to visit Eleny… and it didn’t go well.”

Cody’s face darkened slightly and his brow furrowed. He took a deep breath:

“I know… I‘m sorry. Fox told me.” 

“He told you?”

“Well, not all the details. We managed to speak briefly a week ago on a secure channel, and he told me that Eleny’s doing fine now, she’d been discharged soon after that night. The guy is still in prison and he’ll be charged, so that’s good.”

“I’m glad to hear that!” 

“Yeah, Fox has been seeing a lot of her lately apparently. Making sure she was alright, helping her as much as he could… She’s been back at work now for a while too”

“He told me that’s what brothers do.” - you said and Cody smiled. 

“That’s true. It put my mind at ease, knowing he’s been here, and that he could do all that…”

“Cody…” - you said almost uncomfortably.

“What is ti, mesh’la?”

“There’s something she said to me… “

“Yes? “

“Well, you don't have to tell me if you don’t want to…”

Cody shifted in his seat slightly, but still gazed intensely into your eyes, making sure to show you that you had his undivided attention. 

“I’ll tell you everything, babygirl, ask me anything. ”

“Well, it’s just... Eleny, she… said something…”

“Yes?”

“She said that the two of you were… well, fucking , that was her word, for two years and that you… well, dumped her when you met me…”

Cody was silent for quite a while, and you noticed a change of mood on his face like there was a whiff of sadness that washed over it. 

“Is that true?” 

He sighed. 

“In a way it is… we were sleeping together for a long time. But we both agreed that it was just that - it wasn’t a relationship.”

He was silent again for a moment, but then he continued.

“I never wanted a relationship before. I know that clones get involved with people, and many make their relationships work… but that never felt…right to me. Being away for so long, the responsibilities that I have... I just never saw myself committing to someone in that situation. Or asking someone to commit to me.” 

You nodded. 

“The thing with Eleny was… easy. I’m not the biggest fan of going out and meeting girls that way… It never sat well with me, especially in 79s, with my whole battalion around me. I always thought as a commander, I was supposed to be above all of that, they weren’t supposed to see me as one of them, doing things they do, being just some horny guy chasing girls….” 

“I understand that…”

“Eleny never said anything to me… she never expected anything. I had no idea. I still don’t know… when it started, how long it lasted… “

“You mean when she developed feelings for you?”

“Yes…I don't think the feelings were there from the beginning, because we talked about it, and we both agreed that none of us wanted a commitment and that we’d just hook up when I was around… And I'm quite sure she was okay with that… for a while anyway!”

“I understand… But did you… dump her when, you know…?” 

“When I met you?” - Cody interrupted, shaking his head. “No, no, I didn’t, and I hate that she thinks that. I never thought in a million years that anything would - or could happen with you. I honestly didn’t. We were sleeping together after you and I met…”

You shifted in your seat. For some reason that statement made you uncomfortable - you tried running all your early meetings through your head, and remembering how much they meant to you, and then realising that he went and slept with someone else right after it. 

But then, you also went home to your husband. Maker, what right did you have to be jealous? And you weren’t exactly jealous, it wasn’t that… but there was something. Some irrational feeling that gripped you. One of those that you could only develop every now and then if you really, really cared about someone. You hoped that he didn’t notice. 

But Cody could sense that your mind drifted away for a moment:

“Sorry, baby!” - he said and brushed his knuckles on your cheek. “I didn’t know what this thing with you was, and again, I never…”

“No…” -  you interrupted him - “Cody, you don’t owe me any explanation for that. It’s okay. Really. None of us knew… or could have known.”

He smiled, but then you remembered something:

“I did something similar - the more I realised I was attracted to you, the more I tried to revive my marriage, rekindle the passion, suggest date nights to Leonid, initiate conversations… it’s like, you know what you’re feeling, the attraction is so powerful, but still, your mind tries to focus on something else, tries to fight it… but that almost never works…”

“Well, yes… that’s what I also thought. I thought it would go away. But every time I’d see you, I couldn’t resist you. But sadly, my behaviour towards Eleny also changed due to that, even though I was not aware of that at first. I became more… affectionate.  But she noticed… and that probably contributed to her developing feelings…”

“I see…”

“When she told me that she wanted more from me, I knew I couldn't continue. I admitted that my affections towards her were misplaced, and that hurt her. Of course, it did.”

Cody looked sad. His eyes which almost sparkled earlier were now tired and half-closed. You observed him carefully, how his face gradually changed during the course of that conversation. He felt bad about it, there was no doubt about that. 

“I’m sorry I brought it up, baby…” - you said returning to your rightful place, at the nook of his neck. He hugged you and pulled you even closer to him. 

“Nothing to be sorry about, I wanted to tell you all of this myself, anyway.”

“I’m sorry you were dragged into it… that shouldn’t have happened.” - he added, placing a kiss on your temple. 

“It’s alright.” - you whispered. 

You wondered whether feeling this overwhelmingly happy was a good thing. There was a saying on your planet, that if you feel too happy and everything is going your way, you should place a little stone inside your shoe - to make your walking uncomfortable so you'd at least have one thing trouble you. There was a balance in everything, and if everything was going well, at some point destiny will turn the tables. So you shouldn't tempt fate. 

But then again, perhaps this was destiny’s way of balancing things. Perhaps both you and Cody already walked too far with that annoying scratchy little stone in your shoes, and this was now finally your time to balance all the bad luck that followed you all this time. 

And you were going to embrace it - for once in your life, you’ll live in the moment. And this moment, where you just made love, and where he answered all your questions, this moment where he held you, semi-naked, pulled tightly to his chest, the moment when he came back to you after a long period of longing, this moment was as perfect a moment as any could ever be. 

“I wish I could take you back to my place… and do this again… do this whole night. I wish I could wake up next to you. But I can’t… it wouldn’t be... I don’t know if Leonid…”

“Shh… I know! I know! Me too… we’ll just need to be patient a little bit longer. We can do that. But I promise you, it will be worth it, mesh’la! It’s all been worth it so far!”  

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Note:

After all the angst and misery, it's so lovely to arrive at this point where both Cody and the reader finally get to be happy and together. So once again, thanks to all of you, patient readers, who made it this far and didn't give up - I hope you too think it was worth the wait :) 

There is one more chapter to go, so we're not done yet ;)

xx

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Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

#fan art #artists on tumblr #star wars fanart #star wars: the clone wars #fix it au #captain rex #commander cody #commander fox #commander wolffe #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka #After The War Fluff #Get you some vod that can do plumbing and make fun of your trash disposal unit #OmPu Writes: Snippet #just-typed-this-out-and-it-shows #Kote was grinning like a shark while haggling #It was terrifying #This man waged wars and he cannot wait to utilize every tactical skill he learned in that endeavor on one (1) twi’lek to negotiate the sale #-of a fix-er-upper he was going to buy anyway #First time trying this art style #Star Wars fanfic

[spiderbae2319]

Ok so Obi-Wan is a total badass. Fought countless adversaries, was a high general of the GAR, and laid out Vader TWICE.

But when it’s him and Cody? He’s Cody’s babyboy.

He shoulders so much that he needs someone who can take care of HIM for a change. Someone who puts him first, because he certainly won’t do that for himself.

And Cody, who’s never been allowed to have anything for himself, needs someone to love and cherish. Someone to protect, finally something that’s just HIS.

And that’s why they’re a perfect match, they’re everything the other could ever want or need.

#commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone headcanons #the clone wars #clone wars #codywan #cody x obi wan #fluff #otp #made for each other

[itzshrike]

Okay okay we already got tales of the Jedi and are getting tales of the empire but are we forgetting something? 🤨

#namely tales of the CLONES???? #like excuse me I want to see some fluff some angst some backstory some cute scenes of them just chilling in space #I want to see them being brothers and bonding #I nEED IT PLEASE #star wars #the bad batch #501st legion #captain rex #clone trooper dogma #commander fox #commander wolffe #commander cody #clone trooper boil #clone trooper waxer #commander stone #commander thire #commander thorn #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #clone medic kix #clone trooper jek #clone trooper tup #coruscant guard #212th attack battalion #104th battalion #I want to see kix discover the chips I want to see dogma and his fate I want to see commander fox and his life on Coruscant I want to see it #tales of the empire #tales of the Jedi

[aalyssah]

Special Night

Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,123

Summary: It's WrestleMania night and after a small pep talk before his match he goes out and wins, but he doesn’t finish his story until he pops the big question.

A/N: I got some people who asked me to write for Cody after winning the belt at WrestleMania, so here it is. Hope You Enjoy!

April 7, 2024 marked WrestleMania night 2 which meant the match all waited for was to come.

Roman Reigns vs. Cody Rhodes.

Everyone's eager to see Cody finish his story, but some don't want to see him win and want Roman to continue his long streak.

You could tell this match was eating him up.

Throughout the whole show, seeing Damian cash-in his briefcase to win Drew's title, and Sami beating Gunther for the Intercontinental title, Cody was pacing in circles and back and forth around the locker room.

He was thinking about strategies to win and how he would react when Solo or Jimmy came down to the ring to help their Tribal Chief, but little did you know, that wasn't the only thing he was stressing about.

You gave three sharp knocks on the door before opening up with a bottle of water in your hand. "Baby? You doing okay?" You asked him, walking over to his form.

Your hands ran across his shoulder, massaging his tense muscles. Cody groaned slightly, nodding his head. "Yeah, just thinking about everything. I really wanna finish this story.”

You smiled at him, turning him around so he could look at you. “You will, and if you don't then maybe next time. I know you're not gonna give up." Cody nodded his head, knowing you were 100% right.

"You're right, but this is my 3rd attempt at trying to beat Roman. Don't you think maybe I should stop and go for someone lower like Damian or Sami?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you slapped his chest. "Cody Rhodes, don't you ever say that! You're worth it enough to go and be able to fight Roman Reigns for his title. Triple H chose you for a reason, the fans chose you for a reason, I'm with you for a reason. I'm your girlfriend and I'll always be here for you, no matter if you win or lose tonight."

Your mini speech brought a smile to Cody's face as he pulled you in for a hug. He placed kisses to the nape of your neck. "Thank you for believing in me. You don't know how much your words mean to me." You smiled, pulling back and kissing his lips.

The sweet moment was interrupted when a couple of knocks came to the door. Cody walked to the door and opened it. "You're on in 5." A staff member informed him.

He nodded his head and looked back at you. You gave him a little thumbs up and ushered him out near the entrance.

You sat backstage hoping and praying that he'll win if not come close.

-

The match was good, real good, but when Cody got that 3 count, you could hear yelling all the way in the catering. The fans were just as loud as you, jumping and yelling in joy.

“HE'S DONE IT, CODY HAD FINISHED HIS STORY!" Michael Cole yelled into his commentator microphone. Pat McAfee got up on the announcement table and cheered for Cody.

Everyone was so happy and you couldn't be any happier. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you made sure to wipe them so your mascara and eyeliner wouldn't smudge.

After Cody did a mini celebration with the fans you got up, grabbing the water bottle and a towel, ready for him to come backstage, but instead, he stuck around, going near Samantha and getting a microphone.

“Hold up. Hold up." Cody said as he got back in the ring. "I'm not done yet." He said. "First, I wanna say thank you to all who have supported me through this and if it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be holding this title right now." Cody said, holding the title up high, making the fans cheer.

“But, it's not just y'all who have put me in this spot, but my lovely girlfriend, Y/n." The fans cheered once more at the mention of your name.

You're not a wrestler, but you have been a valet to other popular wrestlers, but the most popular is Cody and ever since y'all started dating 3 years ago, the popularity grew even more.

“And Y/n, I would love it if you would come out for a moment." You looked confused backstage, but nonetheless, you made your way out to the arena still having a look of confusion.

Cody never said anything about inviting you out near the fans. Like the gentleman Cody is, he held the rope for you and helped you inside the ring.

You wore a beautiful black dress, your favorite jewelry, and little kitten heels.

You made sure to dress up for him on such an important night, but now you're glad you did since you're out with the fans and being filmed in front of millions.

“Y/n." Cody called, grabbing your hand. "I love you so much, and-" Cody paused, setting the microphone down, and pulling a velvet box out his tights. He opened it up before grabbing the microphone again.

“You've been by my side for 3 almost 4 years now. We've been through thick and thin, you've been there for me no matter what company I'm in, the outcome of my matches, you're just always there. Now, you're here for me on WrestleMania night. The night where I won the title I've fought so hard for and every other attempts I've failed, but you're the only reason why I haven't gave up, you're the reason why I'm standing in this ring, telling you this and this story is NOT finished without you becoming my wife and soon a mother to our future kids if you choose to want some, so would you make me the happiest man in WWE history, and marry me?"

The tears that you held in backstage finally fell as you took your hand from his hold, covering your face. Cody smiled, tears in his own eyes.

As you wiped your eyes and cleared your throat you took the microphone out his hand.

“Y-yes! Yes I will!"

The area popped at your answer. Fans yelled, cheered, and some even cried. With shaky hands, Cody slipped the beautiful diamond ring on your finger and you instantly grabbed him up for a kiss.

Wrestlers backstage cheered as well, they were all happy for you two. Even Roman was despite losing his title to him.

You two pulled back from the kiss, you bending down and taking the microphone from the floor.

"Thank you WWE Universe for bringing this man to me!" They cheered once more as you and Cody left to go backstage to celebrate this new engagement.

This was such a special night to him and not because he won the title.

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes fluff #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes fic #wwe cody rhodes #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

[awkward-tension-art]

Clones as expectant fathers

I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”

Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives

CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert

Minors do not interact!

Rex

Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified. 

He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone

And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father

He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK

Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.

Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.

“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”

Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out. 

“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”

Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.

It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both

Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy. 

He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on

Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed

He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness

The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a

He falls head-over-heels in love all over again

As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question

“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”

Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship

All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot

Wolffe

More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard

Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already. 

So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father

Plo Koon especially is excited

“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”

During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more

At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”

He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”

Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.

He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.

He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned

But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what

Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.

It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.

Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs

Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that

Fox (kinda angst)

First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO

They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO

Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!

No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.

And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control

And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.

He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed

Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy

A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it

He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.

Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.

He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings

No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone. 

Its for his SO’s protection

But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive

“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”

He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night

Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask. 

It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children

Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.

She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO

Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down. 

This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.

Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help. 

His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.

Cody

“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”

goddamnit.exe

Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe

He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.

But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.

goddamnit2.exe

More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache

Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general

He does a good job hiding his worry though

Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO

He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy

It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists

I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.

Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings

One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief

He really loves to do this because his SO just melts

Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time

His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand

404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?

He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.

“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”

Goddamnit3.exe

Fives

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”

Ecstatic is not a strong enough word

Also not subtle at all

There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows

He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.

Fives is BEYOND over the moon

He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away

Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one

Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.

Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.

Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful

He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.

In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.

Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke

Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.

When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a

Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO

Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks

Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave

“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”

He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.

“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”

#the clone wars x reader #captain rex x reader #commander wolffe #Commander Wolffe x reader #captain rex #commander fox #commander fox x reader #commander cody #commander cody x reader #arc trooper fives #fives x reader #star wars the clone wars #star wars headcanons #tw pregnancy #fluff #headcanons #tcw x reader

[kyasarinkishinuma]

Hugging the clones for comfort headcanons: The 501st

(With a hint of gray and orange ;) )

Captain Rex

The first time you hug him, he doesn't know what's happening, so it's like hugging a plank 💀

However once you explain to him what you're doing he relaxes into it and starts hugging you back, albeitly hesitantly.

It'll take a couple tries for him to get comfortable with it, but he's holding     you gently and providing you with the comfort you need before you know it!

Once he's used to it, whenever you come and hug him without a word he'll stop everything he's doing to hold you until you feel better.

He's a big fan of forehead kisses, it makes him feel tall :')

Fives

This man is a cuddle bug, once you're hugged him you're done for.

Fives is down for hugs anytime, anywhere. He's not really afraid of PDA, whether it's romantic or platonic. He wants to be able to help in whichever way he can, so bad jokes usually come with the hug.

He's so touch-deprived please hold him it makes him so happy

Once he's comfortable enough he'll start initiating the hugs, he likes to sneak up on you from behind and surprise you with a sneak hug >:D

He's quite a cuddle bug during movies on a couch beneath a blanket with a bowl of popcorn, movie nights are definitely the best with this guy!

Echo

Echo can be a bit shy, so the first time you hug him his face is definitely     lighting up like fireworks!

After you pull back he'll just stare in disbelief and ask you, what was that? Once you explain it to him however he calms down and understands a lot better.

Echo is the kind of guy who will guide you through things if you're in need of comfort. He'll pat your back and talk to you gently, asking you if you're    all right. He's the best person to go to if you need to calm down.

Even if he gets used to it Echo blushes a bit everytime you hug him, not being used to this kind of touch. It's actually pretty cute :')

With time he'll relax into the hug and hold you gently in his arms, against his chest so you can feel safe and comforted. He'll lean his chin on top of  your head sometimes, wrapping you in his body.

Jesse

Jesse is one of the guys who's coolest with the whole 'hug out of nowhere' thing, freezing at first before he just quirks a brow and chuckles at you.

He'll joke at first to wave off his surprise, but then get more serious and hold you gently as he asks you if you're all right.

Jesse is a pretty good listener, so he can offer an ear for you or just stand  there and hug in silence if that's what you need. He's also always got a     joke up his sleeve should you need it.

You can honestly walk up to Jesse anytime for a hug, he'll always be happy to hug it out, even in front of his brothers. Although he may brag about it to them

He's a big fan of holding you in his lap as he hugs you against his chest.

Hardcase

We all know Hardcase can never sit still, but when you hug him? Not one movement from him. It's like a puppy standing at attention after seeing a squirrel.

He'll fumble with his words a bit as he tries to comprehend what's happening, but if you're able to soothe him or ask him to just hold you for a minute he'll go quiet and hug you as long as he needs.

If you hug him too long he'll start fidgetting because of his hyperactivity,     which is always a good way to get a laugh out of you. If you call him out     about it he'll become flustered and frustrated that he can't keep still.

Hardcase's hugs are warm and tight. He's surprisingly okay with touch, and his hugs are some of the most satisfying you can get.

The best way to get him to stop fidgetting around is to surprise him with a  kiss on the cheek ;)

Kix

As a medic, Kix has the care and well-being of others at heart. So if you come to him for a hug seeking comfort, even if he's not familiar with these... methods, he'll be happy to oblige.

Kix is someone you can come back to for hugs whenever you need them. He'll hold you silently as you calm down before asking you what happened.

His patience shows in his hug, as he'll hold you gently and won't pull you  back until you do or ask him to. There's no rush in his movements, and he commits his full attention to you as long as you need.

At the end of the hug, Kix will give you things like meds or sweets, whatever you need to be feel better.

After some time your hugs grow off him and he starts asking you for them as well! It helps with the stress from his job as a medic. He loves it when    you hide your face in his shoulder and he can tuck a hand behind your head and stroke your hair.

Tup

Along with Rex, Tup is definitely one of the more awkward clones from the 501st with hugs. He'll just freeze and stand there as you hug him, heart     pounding in his chest.

He'll definitely need explanations to understand what happened, but once he does he's surprisingly kind and understanding about it. Although he's a bit awkward with the gesture, he'll never deny you and will pat your back    until you calm down.

Tup is the kind of guy who'll stick around with you after the hug to make sure you're all right. He's quite caring in that quiet way of his, his eyes     holding worry even when you reassure him you're fine.

Tup is more than happy to go to a coffee shop or park with you afterwards! Although he may not say it out loud he enjoys spending time with you outside a military context and in these moments he'll open up to you a bit more.

He secretly loves it when you lean his head on his shoulder :')

Commander Cody

Being a commander, Cody has experience with people dealing with stress and even breakdowns, so he's not exactly a stranger to comforting people.

Even if he is initially taken off-guard by your hug, he'll ease into it a lot     faster than you might expect and return the hug. "All right, all right. Easy there..."

He's calm and patient the entire time, easing you with soft words of     encouragement and holding you gently. He won't rush you, pulling back only once you've calmed down.

He'll sit down with you and talk once you're feeling better if you'd like. He's one of the most sympathetic and understanding clones in the lot when it     comes to this things, and there's no truly no shame to be felt about your     moment of vulnerability around Cody.

If hugging becomes a regular thing, you'll quickly notice he has a knack for securing his arms around your waists and hips ;)

Commander Wolffe

Wolffe may seem difficult to approach and like the last person who would return a hug, but... Well. You're in for one hell of a surprise.

He'll grumble about it at first, but it doesn't take long before he wraps an     arms around you and holds you against his side, glaring at your     surroundings protectively (which effectively scares most living beings in     the proximity away).

Although he may come off as grumpy about it, Wolffe does ask if you're doing okay and will demand you come back to him if something ever happens. He's pretty protective like that!

It doesn't take you long to realize that the grumbling is actually all a     cover-up to hide the fact that Wolffe is a huge cuddle bug.

When it's just the two of you off-duty he can't keep his hands off you and wraps around you like a cocoon. If you poke at him too much about it he'll just grumble and hide his face in your hair :')

Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know which headcanon was your favourite 💖

#star wars headcanons #star wars the clone wars headcanons #clone troopers headcanons #clone trooper x reader #the clone wars headcanons #fluff #captain rex #captain rex x reader #fives #fives x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #echo x reader #jesse #jesse x reader #kix #kix x reader #hardcase #hardcase x reader #cody #cody x reader #commander cody #commander cody x reader #wolf #commander wolffe #wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x reader #arc trooper fives #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper echo #reader insert

[jpnriikicore]

── older

paring theo raeken x fem!reader, word count 727, genre fluff and angst, music recommendation older isabel larosa authors note my favorite writing piece 🫶🏻🫶🏻 ( masterlist )

you knew that scott mccall would never like the idea of his little sister hanging around with theo. so, you snuck around together pretending that you hated one another around the pack, but only you two know that was far from the truth. the pack would never speak to you again if they knew that you was with somebody like theo raeken. you find a thrill of sneaking around beacon hills tiptoeing around the pack.

he wasn’t so sure about your relationship in the beginning afraid you was too young, but you promised him with the classic saying "I’m mature for my age, age is just a number." which was true. you had to mature faster than most. always been told that you was an old soul. you had to take on more burdens and responsibilities. you started working at the ice rink at fourteen to help with the bills. he’s eighteen and your not even old enough to have a drivers license yet.

when theo first came back into beacon hills he didn’t actually believe you would be so dumb and naive enough to fall for his manipulation. his original plan was to make you fall for him to gain trust among the pack. if the youngest had full trust with theo then everybody would follow.

of course he didn’t plan on becoming so immersed with the youngest of the pack. he is so enamored with you. that he couldn’t follow his plan. he couldn’t risk hurting you. he would set fire to the world if you asked. kill anybody who threatened you.

he didn’t mind keeping your relationship under wraps. of course he got jealous of any guy who spoke to you. it was unusual that the poor guy would get threatened or maybe even killed. the murders count went up in beacon hills after he arrived back in town by just simply eliminating any guy who spoke to you. they just mysteriously disappeared the next day.

after all the supernatural shit happened in this town you needed a break. you and theo plan to get out of town for the summer. being with theo makes you forget about the massive weight on your shoulders. soon, scott will leave for college and you will have to step up and take responsibility for the supernatural of this town. soon, everybody will leave. you would never get a normal adolescent experience.

and with the your father being back into town didn’t help either. you were certain you heard your mom weep the other night because of it. you couldn’t stand listen to her be sad. the same old harsh feeling you had for him as a kid rosed to the surface once again.

theo parked his truck outside of where you work, the ice rink. all of his attention on you, as he wiped your tears that were falling from your beautiful eyes. the heavy raindrops hitting the outside of his truck matching how you feel. his thumb comfort rubbing your cheekbone.

"everything will be fine," he whispered, his hand finding it’s way to cup your bare thigh. his thumb rubbing smoothing circles on your warm skin. his cold hand and rings send a shiver down your spine.

to be honest he wasn’t convinced himself that everything was going to be fine. he knew that the supernatural in town was taking a toll on you especially after the nogitsune possessed you. after scott "killed" the dark kitsune spirit he possessed you for quite some time. sometimes you believe that the kitsune still lives inside of you. you enjoy the misery that you cause others now. thoughts that you didn’t have before now rise to the surface of your mind.

you should have stopped stiles and scott from going out late at night to find a stupid dead body, but instead you gladly agreed on going. where everything changed. where scott changed. where stiles changed. where you changed.

he kissed your lips tasting your salty tears that has slipped off your face onto your bare thighs that your sundress has failed to cover. "everything will be fine, i promise."

his forehead gently touched yours. you smile and flutter your eyes closed at his touch. your hand reached up to hold onto his bigger hand.

everything will be fine as long as you have, theo raeken by your side.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #theo raeken #theo raekan x reader #theo raekan imagine #theo raeken oneshot #theo raeken fluff #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x you #cody christian #cody christian imagines #cody christian imagine

[joannasteez]

tanks of blood - table of contents

pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader , biker!cody rhodes x black reader warning: there will be blood and violence. most likely drugs and definitely alcohol. these things will be explicitly described. explicit descriptions of sex, angst (i love angst) and eventual fluff(maybe...). some chapters will be flashbacks, others will be present time. minors please do not interact with chapters containing aforementioned explicit sexual content. authors note: ok lets try this again. second times a charm. every times a charm as long as i'm having fun! this is probably my oldest roman idea. going way back to before i even started writing for him. shout outs to @333creolelady for CONSTANTLY hearing me rant about this idea lol.

HISTORY

Bloodline Motorcycle Club was founded in the early 1970's and finds its home on the pensacola panhandle.

SOME WORDS

bloodlines are created lovingly. preserved violently. "let there be", and so they came. bursting into existence with a rage akin to the sun, and a daring persistence most similar to life itself. bloodlines are long, some short and others undying. connected through metal and chrome. through blood, bone and tissue. through the love that made them.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

circa '09 *

accessories are meant to be worn

a funeral, and the second coming back

i’ll be your mirror

supplemental tidbits / headcanons

part one

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns smut #multi chapter #angst #eventual fluff (maybe) #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes fanfic #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes x reader #roman reigns x black reader #cody rhodes x black reader #eventual poly hinge #only mentioning it in the tags in case it somehow surprises someone later on #cody rhodes #joannasteez #tanks of blood

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Thinking how an ideal world if the Rescue were turned into humans the first thing Heatwave would do (aside from putting on some clothes) is to hug Cody

And then to slap back in the head Kade

#stupid post #stupid stuff #idea #humanformers #cybertronian to human #au #maccadam #tf #transformers #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #rb #cody burns #heatwave #fluff

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

post order 66 codywan governed by irrationality. cody is irrationally angry that obi wan didn’t look for him. even when he rationally knows that obi wan didn’t know he was alive, or even his reasons for staying on tatooine. obi wan is sometimes irrationally scared that cody might try to kill him again, even when he rationally knows that he is not the same man who tried the first time. does he fear that if this happens he might be forced to kill cody to protect luke and all he represents? or does he fear that he’d be unable to do this, that ultimately his love for cody would win over his loyalty to luke (to anakin)? does he fear being forced to choose? is cody guilty that he’s hiding whilst his brothers fight? that he failed to protect them earlier and now he’s failing them again?

#yeah fluff is nice but what if they were both irreparably effected by their experiences #i think this is also worse ? better ? if cody was a purge trooper as he often is in these fics #don’t get me wrong i love the fluffy reconnection on tatooine as much as the next person but recently i’ve been having thoughts #codywan #star wars #also wrote this is my drafts at like midnight so if it’s not too coherent my apologies

[jun-hyungs]

stop working ffs

#art by hyung #star wars the clone wars #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #the cody mug is present in all instances of life #you just need to choose to see it #this looked better in my head but i just wanted to draw some fluff or something

[aalyssah]

Relaxed

Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Fingering, Fluff, Names, Nipple Play, Oral, (Reader Receiving), and Praise. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,402

Summary: Cody gives you a massage to help you relax after a long day which leads to another way of helping you relax.

A/N: Another Cody fic! At first I was gonna write this as just fluff, but I changed it to smut. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

You let out a sigh as you closed your car door, pressing on the lock two times until a beep was heard. You walked up the concrete driveway of your shared home before jiggling the lock with your key.

You were ready to go inside, put your stuff down, take a shower, and lay down with Cody. Your thoughts were stopped when the door opened, your key still in the lock. It was Cody.

He was standing there with a warm inviting smile on his face. "Baby." He greeted, taking your purse from your hands. He guided you into the house, a hand on the small part of your back.

As you walked through the door, the sight of a massage table caught your eye. You then saw the table littered of oils. Confusingly, you turned to look at Cody. "Cody, what is this?" You asked him.

Cody gently set your purse down, and grabbed the coat that was on your shoulders. "Just a little setup for you. I wanna help you relax, I know you've had a long day at work." You gave him a small smile, letting him take your coat.

You watched as he walked to the door, hanging the coat on the hanging rack. "Strip for me and lay down on your stomach on the table." Before you could protest, Cody was walking away from you into the bathroom.

You shook your head, listening to him, and stripping from your clothes. You took a nearby towel and wrapped it around your body before getting on the massage table and laying on your stomach.

Cody soon came back, putting on some soft rain sounds from the TV. He then dimmed the lights, a nice peaceful darkness taking over the room.

You smiled, realizing how lucky you were. "Cody, baby, you didn't have to do all of this." Even though you couldn't see him, Cody shook his head, grabbing a bottle of oil.

"I know I don't, but I want to. You've worked hard today and you deserve this. Just let me help you relax." He lastly said, pulling the towel down and rubbing his hands together.

You laid there as his big soft hands smeared the oil on your back, a satisfied sigh coming out of your mouth. Cody smiled, hearing that. He wanted you to relax.

When you called him during your lunch break you sounded so stressed and upset. After you told him the reason why, (Your boss putting so much work on you while your co-workers sat around doing absolutely nothing.) you wanted nothing more than to go home and rest.

"Feel good?" Cody asked, getting a hum as a response. Your eyes were closed as his hands roamed across your body. As he added more oil, you felt yourself slowly getting lost in his touch.

Your eyes were closed, almost about to fall asleep when the slight tap on your hip caused you to wake up. "Flip over on your back, love." You whined, not wanting to move, but like the gentleman Cody is, he helped you, mostly doing all the work to flip you over.

Luckily, it wasn't bright in here otherwise your eyes would've been hurting. Cody carefully took the towel off, biting back a groan when seeing your naked body.

He rubbed more oil on the front of your body, hands slowly rubbing in between the gap of your breast. He was focused, watching your breast move at his touch. His fingers pinched at your erected nipple, a whine erupting from your lips.

"Cody-" Cody ignored your whine, continuing to play with your nipples. Although it might be painful, you felt okay with it, letting him pinch and pull your buds.

Cody didn't even notice the growing bulge in his boxers until he looked down to see the boner poking straight near your side. He looked down at the side of the table, seeing his bulge about to rip out his pants.

Cody ignored it, trying to focus on you, but when your hand reached over to his boner, stroking it through his shorts, he recoiled back. "N-no, this is about you, not me." Cody said, continuing to rub oil on your stomach.

You frowned, wanting to give him some relaxation just as he did for you. "Please, let me, Code." You tried reasoning with him, but Cody shook his head.

"No, baby. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight is about you, and I wanna give you the same pleasure you've always given me."

While Cody finished his sentence, his hand trailed down your body, all the way down to your cunt. His hands hovered over your clit, rubbing small circles. You moaned, closing your eyes tightly.

You've missed the feeling of his hands touching your body.

Cody paused for a moment, grabbing some oil and squirting it on your core. He rubbed his fingers through your folds, the sounds of your lips smearing mixed with the oil filling the room.

"Cody, please." You begged, bucking your hips into his hand. With ease his finger slipped inside you, a moan falling from you. Cody groaned watching as his finger disappeared.

Your eyes were closed, mouth slightly open with breathy moans falling. The feeling of his finger hitting deep inside you was pleasure.

Cody's voice then broke you out your thoughts. "Feel good, yeah?" You nodded your head, hands reaching down to his wrist. You attempted to push his hand deeper and faster, but that only made Cody chuckled.

"Needy, aren't you?"

You mewled. "It's not enough." Cody hummed, pulling his fingers out and dropping to his knees. You let out a squeal as his big hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.

Cody didn’t warn you as his lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking the juices of your arousal. You clenched down on his tongue, your hands gripping his blonde locks.

Cody groaned at that, his deep groan sending vibrations up your body. “Cody! Oh my god~” Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, your body moving on its own.

You were grinding your cunt against his face, desperate for release, and Cody was just taking it. There was no way in hell he was gonna stop you. He was licking and slurping anything and everything he could.

Your moans began to grow louder and your grip on his hair grew tighter as the familiar feeling in your stomach started to come. “C-code, I-” You didn’t need to finish your sentence for Cody to know what you were gonna say.

This was all he wanted— for you to cum and relax—. Cody released your folds with a small ‘pop,’ his fingers finding their way inside your wet cunt, rapidly pulling in and out, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room.

“Then do it, baby. Cum for me, give me that sweet release.” You focused on his voice, and the feeling of his fingers and mouth, the coil in your stomach tightening with each lick, and then it snapped.

You pathetically cried out loudly, your vision turning white as your body shook, and Cody was right there to make sure every drop of your cum was in his mouth, getting slurped up.

As you slowly came back to life you could feel Cody lapping at your folds, slurping noises and grunts coming from him. Your legs lazily resting on his shoulders, your body limp on the table.

You used all your strength in your body to lift your head up and look down at Cody. He looked up at you, showing his pearly white teeth.

His hair was disheveled, mostly from your tugging, the shirt he wore was wrinkled, his arms were shining from the oil, and his mouth was wet from your juices.

Cody felt some sort of success seeing your face. You looked so tired and that’s what he was going for.

Eating you out to sleep.

Cody got off the ground and carried you to your shared bathroom, helping you wash up before dressing you in your pajamas and laying you in bed.

As Cody slid into bed to lay with you for a minute, he hissed in pain as his forgotten boner rubbed against the sheets.

He might be hard right now, but he could care less. He'll take care of the latter. As long as you're relaxed, everything's just right to him.

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes fluff #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #wwe cody rhodes #cody rhodes wwe #wwe smut #wrestling smut

[catboydogma]

highly sought after

wc: 651

notes: this is not crack but perhaps more like crack's bastard nephew-cousin or something. i got tired of not writing and decided to enjoy myself and knock out a 15-min sprint instead :) hopefully more to follow since i would LIKE to do this every night however. enjoy? enjoy.

summary:

Cody and Fox have some nice relaxing bonding together. OR: what if you had a line of plushes marketed after you and all the people around you were shiteating smartasses

cross-posted to ao3

“These items are highly sought after,” Cody said dryly, keeping his eyes forward and his hands behind his back.

A furious-sounding pause followed.

“You’re fucking with me,” Fox said through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to punch his fist through the flimsy glass wall in front of him, brows furrowed in a deep scowl and teeth bared. Cody amused himself for a few seconds by imagining Fox with a ruff of raised spines like a massiff’s doing a threat display.

“Commander,” Cody said, injecting his voice with as much solemnity as he could muster on short notice and while fighting off the shit-eating grin that was threatening, “I have never told a falsehood in my life.”

“You motherfucker,” Fox hissed. He looked like he was about to pop a vein. His eyes were glazed with fury and his grip was tight enough to whiten his knuckles.

“Their value may very well be unsurpassable.” Cody clasped Fox on the shoulder firmly, eyes still fixed straight ahead.

In front of him, Fox lost his tenuous grip on CC-3636 Commander Wolffe™ Grand Army of the Republic ActionPlush®! The top-heavy stuffed toy, with its gray-painted stuffed felt helmet the same size as the rest of the body, tumbled back to the bottom of its prison.

Fox howled in inarticulate rage.

Cody squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly in encouragement. “You’ll get him nex—”

“You jinxed me!” Fox batted at Cody’s hand on his shoulder and jabbed his thumb at the green “go” button again and again, furiously goading it into whirring back to life. The tickets Cody had indulgently fed into it five minutes ago were good for one more round.

“Better make it count,” Cody said pleasantly, unmoved by Fox’s elbow bruising the tender spot just below his floating ribs. “Better get it in one shot.”

“Not. One. Word.” Fox’s growl nearly vibrated the ground under their feet and his face was starting to approach the “alarming” side of the spectrum of blotchy maroon. He slowly inhaled, like a sniper about to line up a shot, and leaned forward until his nose was pressed against the glass.

The mechanism jerked to life. The rubber-tipped claws opened and closed, testing, as Fox toggled the squeaky joystick with infinitesimal adjustments. It lowered. Fox let out all his breath in one long, slow exhale, letting the claws close around the bulbous head of their vod. The felt dimpled slightly. It lifted.

It held.

Fox didn’t waver for a second, smoothly guiding the claw back to the corner where the chute lay waiting. Cody found himself nearly leaning forward to match. Fox wasn’t breathing any longer: his hands were still enough to make a CMO jealous, and his face was completely smooth, like an ARC about to take an impossible shot.

The claws jerked open. Cody preemptively winced—but against all odds, the misshapen plush toy managed to fall at just the right angle into the nearly too-small chute—none of the legs caught, as they had the first time, and the head was angled just so it didn’t bounce off the side and back into its glass cage, as it had the fifth time, and the felt scrap blaster held outstretched in one spherical “hand” didn’t even make the toy jam halfway down the chute, as it had the eighth time.

A soft thup heralded their vod’s arrival. Fox let loose a primal howl of exultant triumph, voice nearly cracking with its pitch and volume. Cody discretely winced, then held open the flap of the machine so Fox could reach in and grab his bounty.

“What now?” Cody asked when Fox had the plush Wolffe in his hand, pretending to throttle its nearly non-existent neck for imagined crimes.

“Now I wait until the 104th is docked at Coruscant again,” Fox said with a smile that displayed every one of his pearly whites.

#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state #commander fox #commander cody #fluff #humor #tcw #tcw fanfiction #tcw fanfic #fanfiction #sw fanfic #clone troopers #like ... don't tell me a plush of ur commander or perhaps lieutenant wouldn't be a hot fucking commodity in ur battalion. #don't tell me those things aren't going for insane contraband bartering system in the absolute depths of the 104th. #there's a cody plush. and? it's slightly smaller than wolffe's.

[holdingonforheaven]

Me: okay, guys, you ready to write some whump?

Cody: nah Obi-Wan: yeah, i think we'd rather just (looks at Cody)...kiss? Cody (nodding): kiss. yes. Me: what? no, that's not the scene-- Cody (diving into Obi-Wan's lap): you're not in charge here Obi-Wan (muffled): mm-hmm, this is what we're doing now Me: ಠ_ಠ

#they do not cooperate #i am at their mercy #YALL why are we having our first kiss right now?? #codywan #codywan whump??? #not really #they've decided otherwise #codywan fluff #obi wan kenobi #commander cody

[yourneighborhoodporg]

The Guardian

Chapter 1: The Accident

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: trials of war (general suffering), sleep deprivation, crash landing, light injury, abandonment (if you squint), angst, fluff, humor, trio banter

Summary: As the Clone Wars officially commence, General Kenobi begins to suffer the consequences of burning the candle at both ends with back-to-back responsibilities constantly at his heels. When the council makes a concerning announcement in the middle of a mission, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ashoka are forced to drop everything and travel to Coruscant. Fate, however, has other plans— you.

Song Inspo: Sign of the Times — Harry Styles

Words: 5.7k

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Only the dead have seen the end of war — Plato

Obi-Wan Kenobi was…displeased.

The General’s arms remained loosely folded across his chest as he leaned back into the passenger’s seat. The robes being used as makeshift blankets shifted in response. He tried to calm himself with a deep breath as the next round of turbulence threatened to rip the shuttle apart, but Obi-Wan couldn’t ignore the slight prickle of his auburn beard when the skin underneath grew more sensitive from anxiety. A sigh escaped his lips. He rested his eyelids, head falling back. The aching Jedi thought back to only a few days before. Obi-Wan and Master Yoda finally recovered Anakin and the new Togruta Padawan on Tatooine after the two successfully returned Jabba’s son Rotta. The Separatist kidnapping plot was a failure.

He remembers finding it odd back on Tatooine, as he waited on the transport for Yoda’s arrival, that the Grand Master found it necessary to personally accompany him and a number of clones on the assault transport tasked with retrieving the duo. His head heavy with sleep was easily distracted by the implications of Yoda’s presence. So much so, that the native Coruscanti failed to notice a certain, nearly 900-year-old Jedi’s arrival. As a wise Master Jedi often does, Yoda sensed Kenobi’s confusion the moment his feet met with the transport floor. He eyed the younger Jedi for a moment until their gazes suddenly met. Kenobi respectfully clasped his hands behind him, nodding at his arrival.

"A new mission, you and Anakin have.” Master Yoda signaled the transport pilot to take off with the motion of a hand as he turned to scan the hilly sand dunes. Obi-Wan matched his stare, wondering if there was something out there; some wisdom the older Jedi gleaned from the three moons in the distance.

Kenobi raised each eyebrow in intrigue as he glanced down at the shorter man, ignoring how the sand around the transport billowed from its ascent. “Oh? What does this mission entail?”

Yoda’s eyes remained locked on the landscape, back facing him. “Explain, I will. Collect Anakin and his young padawan first, we must”

The trip from The Negotiator to Jabba’s palace was quiet, but short. Kenobi was interested in seeing if Anakin and his new Padawan resolved differences so clearly displayed on Christophsis. Despite Anakin’s well-known stubbornness, he had hope. From what little he saw, Ahsoka seemed to have that bright, fiery personality needed to challenge Anakin’s own. His musings were soon answered as the transport neared the palace. Even from hundreds of feet away, it was clear to Obi-Wan that Anakin and Ahsoka seemed to have reconciled, with bright smiles that stood in stark contrast against Tatooine’s muted, emotionless environment. He was pleasantly surprised to sense the first drops of respect between the two, like fresh rainwater after millennia of drought.

As the transport began its landing protocols, Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest his mind. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The bearded Jedi felt an air of… perception in the force. Likely Yoda’s wise prediction of this outcome from the start. Master Yoda always had a profound understanding of Jedi connections— which Master-Padawan assignments would work best, which younglins were friends and foes, and, most recently, which Jedis could collaborate in addressing the intricacies of politics, and the horrors of war.

The transport displaced the swirling sand below as they made their final descent. Obi-Wan glanced at Master Yoda when the transport touched down and settled. As if on cue, Master Yoda stepped onto the hot sand and moved toward the duo. While Obi-Wan followed and neared Anakin and Ahsoka, the strength of their connection became increasingly perceptible, challenging Kenobi’s composure to keep a neutral face. He was pleased.

Yoda glanced between Master and Padawan. “A new mission, you are needed on. Rejoin your battalions and travel to Naboo, you must”

As the four boarded the transport and headed back to Kenobi’s ship, Master Yoda informed the trio that the 212th and 501st had been called to Naboo to collect vital medical supplies for a planetoid in the Outer Rim, known as Polis Massa. Their main medical facility, aiding in the treatment and sanctuary of war victims, was experiencing a concerning depletion of medications, bacta patches, and other stock. The sudden arrival of a large planetary entourage of refugees has disrupted their timeline of available reserves from months to merely a week. After a general representative shared these concerns with the Senate days prior, Naboo Senator Padme Amidala graciously offered a large donation of medical supplies to keep the facility functional and the refugees safe. The Jedi were tasked with the transport, and due to the scale of the cargo, two warships were needed.

Obi-Wan’s mind jumped to his recent experience on the young senator’s vibrantly lush and florid planet. He remembers how The Negotiator and The Resolute’s arrival on Naboo was met with noticeable excitement. It began while discussing offloading logistics with the lead Commander.

“General,” Commander Cody glanced back down at the datapad in hand. “This manifest won’t make that timeline possible. Even if we assign every available trooper, it will take at least a week to fully load the cargo. Most of the crates with medication or medical devices are too delicate for the average loadlifter. And many of our troops aren’t trained in handling this type of equipment.”

General Kenobi sighed, gently stroking his chin in contemplation. At the time, the situation certainly posed an unfortunate fate for the refugees who were desperately waiting for these supplies. The issue was not new. The General, Commander, and other troop leaders had spent the entire journey from Tattoine to Naboo attempting to solve this very problem. Having had mere hours of sleep in the last few days, the General had difficulty allowing his mind to reach out to the force for any new ideas to aid in the formulation of a plan. The slight, sharp pounding in his right temple returned, an unfortunate, reoccurring experience that began when he boarded The Negotiator on Tatooine.

Suddenly, as if the Maker himself heard his doubts, Kenobi registered the click and persistent whirring of an opening cargo bay door. What piqued his interest and encouraged Kenobi to turn and assess the situation, however, was the sudden cacophony of loud commands, conversations, and footsteps behind him. Both General and Commander pivoted toward the scene, Cody lowering his datapad in distraction as Kenobi rested his hands on his hips in surprise. There were what looked like thousands of dockworkers as far as the eye could see, all in various states of loading The Negotiator with the medical supply crates. It was not a far-reach to assume that Anakin’s warship was receiving similar assistance. Kenobi shook his head, nearly kicking himself for ever doubting the efficiency of a mission involving Naboo.

“That’s some Senator, huh?” Commander Cody relayed as he gawked at the extra manpower, likely arranged by Padmé herself.

Kenobi smiled at the site. “Your eyes do not deceive you.” Cody called out to a few clones and motioned them to follow as he approached the crowd of dockworkers, orders at the ready.

With the generous assistance of Naboo’s finest citizens, a lot of commands from the confident Commander, and a weary General helping where he could, the starships were fully loaded and cleared for departure in less than a day, much to the bewilderment of Commander Cody. He made sure to remind the General as they made the final cargo checks that even though the pickup on Naboo was exceedingly fast, the offloading process would certainly take a week with Polis Massa’s lack of cargo staff. This, Kenobi could accept. At least with all the cargo already on the planet, the facility could coordinate with the Commander so to prioritize which supplies were offloaded first. The most desperate patients would have what they need in time.

The journey from Naboo to Polis Massa allowed General Kenobi to carry out a new set of duties. These were the first moments in the last few weeks in which he was finally free to file his reports. That meant many meetings, many questions, and writing every small detail down.

War between the Republic and the Separatists rarely left time for moments of respite, and the General was beginning to feel the effects deep in his bones. Occasionally, the head pounding returned. But what truly concerned Kenobi was how the lack of sleep began to play tricks on his mind. Formulating complex thoughts almost felt like drowning, and his mind seemed more easily swayed to the past. Kenobi remembers how this experience pressured him to finally concede— this last report would need to be followed by rest.

As the warships approached the asteroid field and the General completed the finishing touches to his final report, Kenobi received an urgent meeting request from Master Windu with the notation ‘sensitive.’ He remembers entering the empty war room, taking a deep breath from the exhaustion slowly creeping across his shoulders, and accepting the call on his Holopad. The blue, semi-transparent holograph of Mace Windu appeared before him. Only as his figure’s bright blue shine emanated a strong glow into the room did Kenobi realize he’d forgotten to turn on the lights.

“Master Kenobi, a pleasure, as always.”

“Master Windu.” Kenobi greeted.

He paused for a moment, just a moment, but it was long enough to indicate how long the last few days had truly been.

“I hope you’re getting some rest after the events of Christophsis and Tatooine.”

“As much as is possible, Master. The 212th and 501st have been called to deliver vital medical supplies from Naboo to Polis Massa.”

“I am aware. It may settle your mind to know that your time in the Outer Rim will be coming to a close shortly. All active-duty Jedi have been temporarily recalled to The Temple.”

Kenobi immediately grew concerned, especially when he noticed how the elder Master’s eyebrows creased ever so slightly. He frowned. “Master, may I ask what influenced this decision?”

“We will discuss it once you and Anakin arrive in the next few days. Please continue your mission to Polis Massa. The Council requests that once you arrive, you and Anakin arrange for transport back to Coruscant. Your battalions can unload the cargo themselves.”

Kenobi nodded. “Understood.” Once more, he paused. This time unsure if it was fatigue or apprehension. “Should I be concerned?”

This time, Windu embraced the silence, only offering the General a challenging stare.

“Please inform Anakin of this development. We will see you soon, Master.”

With that, Master Windu ended the communication, plunging Obi-Wan back into the darkness. As he remained in that dim, quiet war room, the General was left with a new, deep weight on his chest.

The General rubbed his face with a hand. Rest. He needed rest. Obi-Wan allowed his mind to briefly concentrate on his commitment— he would sleep as soon as the report was finished. It would only take a few more moments, he reassured himself. Then, the General would finally get some much-needed shuteye.

Kenobi relaxed. He was moments away from returning to the datapad when his mind wandered once more. He thought back to his conversation with Master Windu. This type of request from The Council and its level of urgency was unprecedented since the Separatist conflict began. It was difficult not to theorize about the severity of any event that would require the recall of thousands of Jedi. And it was moments like these where he would ask himself what Master Qui-Gon would do.

Obi-Wan tossed those thoughts to the back of his mind, shaking himself out of his stupor. These mild anxieties would disappear as soon as he rested his body, he knew that. And he was certainly looking forward to it. But first, Anakin.

He remembers how Anakin answered his Holopad request faster than expected. It wasn’t that Anakin was ever derelict in his duties, but he sometimes struggled with communication. Admittedly, it was usually because the man was too busy engaging in another risky, dangerous, or outright insane course of action.

However, this time, he answered. And no number of streaky lines in the holograph could hide the smirk spread across his face when his eyes met Obi-Wan’s.

“Miss me already, Master?” He crossed his arms while addressing his former Master. His longer hair shifted and head tilted slightly to the side.

Kenobi shook his head. “Hardly, The Council has called for all Jedi to return to Coruscant, including you and I.”

Anakin scrunched his nose as if a rancid plume of spoiled Giji stew entered his nostrils. “What for?”

“Unknown, but we are to arrange for transport back to Coruscant once we arrive on Polis Massa.”

Anakin nodded. “Got it.” Once more, he grinned. “Don’t worry, Master, I’ll find us a shuttle that will get us back in no time.”

Anakin ended the transmission, once more freeing the darkness to engulf Obi-Wan. His eyelids drooped. It took every strength not to immediately collapse to the floor and sleep. Just as he began to weigh the pros and cons of such an action, there was a sudden knock at the door.

“Yes, come in.”

Commander Cody entered, seeming somewhat out of breath. “General.” He breathed in once more, slowly and deeply. “Apologies,” he exhaled. Kenobi sensed threads of guilt from his person. “I’ve come to tell you that we’ve arrived at Polis Massa.”

The General smiled. “Thank you. I will be there in a moment.” As the Commander exited, Kenobi turned away from the door and back toward the black depths of the room. He sighed.

Another violent shake of the ship’s hull yanked Obi-Wan out of the past. Eyes shooting open only to rest in crinkled annoyance as he side-eyed Anakin in the pilot’s seat.

“Anakin, if I had known that you’d choose a shuttle barely cleared for travel, I would have made my own arrangements.”

Anakin huffed as he negotiated with the Emissary-class shuttle’s controls. “This wasn’t my first choice either, Master.”

Another loud rumble reverberated throughout the cabin. “I thought you were one of the better pilots in the Jedi order?” Ahsoka’s irritation poured from the backseat and flowed around the senses of the two senior Jedi. Obi-Wan stifled a laugh as Anakin’s frown deepened. His grip tightened around the throttle.

“There was no way for me to know that the only available ship capable of galactic travel on that planet was decommissioned hundreds of years ago.” He groaned. “They don’t even make parts for this piece of junk anymore!”

“You call this capable?”

“Snips…”

Despite losing any hope of sleep with the stress of traveling in a rusted space bucket, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but playfully add to Ahsoka’s antagonizations.

“She has a point, Anakin.” He motioned at the hull. “For someone who boasts about their engineering talents, I would have thought that this trip would be smoother.”

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were sure that if they’d looked over at the frustrated pilot, they’d have seen steam blasting out of each red-tinted ear framing Anakin’s flushed face. Without any retort, he let out a defeated huff and refocused on navigating the trio out of the Outer Rim.

Ahsoka snickered as Kenobi used this cue to once more lean back and close his eyes. But despite how much his body ached for rest, his mind wandered to The Council once more.

Then, there was an explosion.

Obi-Wan was shocked into consciousness. He sat up quickly, knocking off some of the robe blankets. Alarms blared and red lights flashed. “What happened?!”

“Something hit the ship. Sublight engines are damaged.” Anakin began to frantically negotiate with the shuttle’s controls, looking increasingly concerned as he continued. “Whatever it was, I have no control over them anymore.”

“Can you fix them?!” Ahsoka yelled out, trying to be heard over the commotion.

“Working… on… it,” Anakin gritted. But despite each new attempt, the shuttle continued to hurtle in a dangerous direction.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned. “You’re taking us directly toward the gravitational field of that planet.”

“I know!” Anakin yelled. He continued to fight with the controls. Eventually, he jumped up and stumbled over to a viewing window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the damage from the side.

He sighed, still examining the engines. “Well, whatever it was, it’s permanently changed the direction of the engines.” He glanced back at Obi-Wan and Ahsoka with a look of dismay. “I can’t fix them. We’re going to crash.”

“Do you always crash the ships you pilot?!” Ahsoka exclaimed as she began to brace herself for the planet’s gravitational pull.

Anakin ignored her. He returned to the controls in hopes of making their crash landing as soft as possible.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms and sighed as he felt the new root of a gray hair form. “Always a joy flying with you, Anakin.”

The deafening noise of the croaking hull reached an all-time high as they entered the atmosphere. The three passengers began to sweat, the heat of their reentry taking its toll. As they passed the planet’s cloud layer, the craft’s violent shaking achieved its peak.

If Anakin gripped the clutch with any more strength, it would’ve surely splintered. His teeth clenched and eyes remained alert as he mumbled his internal calculations out loud, a slight pause in between each one.

“700 meters, 600 meters, 500 meters…”

As they rapidly neared the planet’s icy surface, Anakin yanked the controls toward himself and down. What remained of the engines wined out a high-pitched drone as the shuttle struggled to level out with the planet’s surface.

“400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters…”

Ashoka looked away, nails digging into her seat as Kenobi tried to blanket the three of them with a protective force barrier.

“100 meters… brace yourselves!”

The engines’ wine accelerated in intensity and volume as the craft’s belly made contact with a snowy bank.

The impact’s shock finally gave General Kenobi the longest rest he’s had in days.

—

The soft heat of the Tauntaun’s fur warmed your fingers with each stroke as you plunged your hands across her muscular chest. She huffed in contentment, hot steam shooting from her nostrils into the subfreezing air, and across your face. The sensation tickled your cheeks. A giggle bubbled up from your stomach as you rested a cheek against her warm frame. You briefly think back to when you were both young. You absolutely could not stand her smell when you first met her, but companionship has its way of encouraging two beings to attune to each other.

Moments like these in the desolate, icy graveyard of Hoth always helped you recharge after hours-long scavenging trips. You turned and took a few steps away from your steed to look out at the horizon, readjusting the sack of lichen that hung across your shoulder. You knew that you needed to start heading back to the shelter. The trip would take an hour, and night was beginning to creep across the horizon. What’s more, the edges of your boots were beginning to dampen from hours in the snow. At least you had your thick Wampa cape, which encased your body in warmth.

Another huff, this time disgruntled, sounded behind you.

You turned to the beast with a smile. “Oh Meetra,” you sighed. “I’m tired too. We’ll head back soon.” You reached up and scratched behind her ears. The Tauntaun relaxed as the tension in her muscles began to release.

Suddenly, a deafening boom sounded from above and behind you. You flinched, your body shocked out of Hoth’s calm surroundings. Meetra, equally startled, tried to pull and sprint away, but you grabbed the reigns tightly, keeping her calm. You spun around, eyes glued to the sky as a mechanical moan emanated from the atmosphere, its source still invisible in the blue sky. But in an instant, a gray, round shape with smoke trailing behind shot through a cloud and barreled toward the planet’s surface. You watched as what looked like a ship tried to level its descent miles away. In the back of your mind, you hoped that your dear friend, who you last saw years ago, was not inside. Within seconds of that thought, the ship made contact with the ground. A blast of sound and burst of snow left in its wake.

As you watched thin trails of smoke begin to billow in the distance, you felt a sudden pang in your heart, and pull to the wreckage. There could be survivors in desperate need of help, you thought. Maybe they needed medicine, or bacta patches. You contemplated the emotions of whoever may have lived through such a brutal incident. Scared, hopeless, confused— you could identify with those sentiments.

But it didn’t take long for the warnings you’ve heard all your life to creep into your mind. If you broke your agreement, you knew you might regret it. Not just for your own sake, but his too.

“Stay safe. No unnecessary risks. I’ll return soon.”

“I promise.”

A grumble escaped your lips. You agreed to stay out of trouble, to wait. But it’s been so long. Years. Nearly a decade, if you followed the stars correctly.

Then again, he knew your nature. He accepted long, long ago that you were too curious for your own good. He probably thought to himself, as he watched you grow, how your kindness, determination, and sympathetic soul were sure to get you into trouble.

You knew yourself, and you knew he was right. But you could not stand idly by and watch. He’d understand.

You turned back and took a few strides toward Meetra before slinging a leg over the Tauntaun’s body and mounting her bare back. You kept a tight hold of the reigns and angled her head toward the crash site.

“Let’s go girl.” You clicked your tongue twice, signaling her to move. “Let’s check it out.”

Meetra vocalized as she took her first stride forward. Her feet crunched the freshly dusted snow, stamping large tracks behind you.

—

Obi-Wan felt cold air blow across his face and ice dust his fingertips long before having the energy to open his eyes. Slowly, but surely, he tested the movement of his toes, knees, and elbows before checking his sight. Obi-Wan groaned, rubbing his face before assessing one eyelid at a time. Blinding sunrays poked through a small hole in the viewport, lightly burning his eyes. A groan escaped his throat.

Once his vision readjusted, Obi-Wan was able to glance around the cabin. The shuttle was delicately balanced on its right side, gravity attempting to pull them down to the shuttle’s edge. The hull creaked and moaned as snow continued to escape through the viewport hole, adding to the light blanket of ice around the trio. Obi-Wan turned to his left and saw that much like himself, Ahsoka and Anakin were thankfully not thrown from their seats, likely due to the elder Jedi’s last-minute force shield around them. Their arms and legs hung toward him, following gravity’s pull. As he examined the two more closely, Obi-Wan could tell that Ahsoka had regained consciousness only moments ago. Anakin seemed to be in the throes of coming around, his head bobbing side-to-side in discomfort.

“Is everyone alright?” Obi-Wan cleared his throat after his voice cracked.

“I think so,” Ahsoka responded. She began to rub her montrals as if responding to a migraine.

“Here.” Obi-Wan tossed her one of the robes that had fallen to the ground. “It will be colder once we exit.” Ashoka silently thanked him as she slipped it on.

“That wasn’t too bad.” Anakin was suddenly wide awake, an air of contentment emanating from his force signature. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he tossed him another robe, this time without warning. Anakin caught it easily despite the distraction from patting himself on the back for his personal definition of an easy landing.

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed. “What would have been good was not crashing in the first place.”

Clearly, the young Padawan was equally in deep need of real respite like the rest of them, Obi-Wan thought. As their conversation continued, he finally found the energy to stand, taking this moment to observe the hull.

“Well too bad, Snips.” Anakin retorted as he shrugged on the thick cloak. “We’re already here.”

Obi-Wan sighed as he assessed the damage. “Is it repairable?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure.” Anakin stood and hiked up to the shuttle’s exit, using the force as support against the gravity actively pulling him down. The mechanical creaks and cracks heightened with new movement. Ahsoka grabbed her armrest and jumped over it toward the door. Obi-Wan took a few wide strides to follow. Once the three reached the wall that was now the ceiling, Anakin opened the door with a click and whoosh.

The cold bite of an air blast attacked their faces and pockets of exposed skin. Anakin shielded his eyes from sudden bright light and surveyed his surroundings. His former Master and Padawan peered out from either side of him. The trio stood there for only a moment, staring out at miles upon miles of empty terrain, ice, and snow banks.

Anakin jumped out, gently landing on the surface ten free below. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka swiftly followed with equal elegance. As Anakin made his way toward the engines to assess the damage, Obi-Wan used the moment to scan their surroundings further. The sound of Anakin ripping off panels and testing the shuttle’s internal mechanisms echoed off the naked ice patches dotted around them.

He closed his eyes, reaching out cautiously with his mind to feel the area’s energy. There were clusters of forces, small and animal-like, scattered miles away, with one group especially concentrated in a cave, the entrance of which Obi-Wan spotted a few miles West. He relaxed, feeling comfortable enough to deepen his connection with his surroundings.

Obi-Wan’s head tilted and eyebrow raised when he felt particularly strange activity to the South. There was an extremely weak force signature, almost like a dying creature. But it didn’t feel like the sensation of a semi-sentient being. There was depth, conflict in the shaky signal.

He huffed, eyebrows creasing as he attempted to dig his heels deeper into the fleeting feeling. But just as he was getting a better grip, the life force disappeared. Maybe it truly was just a small animal, meeting their Maker.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes. The bright light reflected off the snow and into his retinas.

He knew which planet they had crash-landed on. It shared its name with this system. Nevertheless, he enjoyed using these unexpected moments as a learning opportunity.

“Do you know what planet we’re on?” He said as he turned to look at the young Togruta.

Ahsoka pondered his inquiry. She observed the region, surveying the planet before looking down at the sleet encapsulating her feet. She lightly kicked some snow as she formulated her thoughts.

“Hoth, right?” She questioned.

Obi-Wan smiled. “Very good.” He turned back to the distant ice cave, hoping to get a better sense of the creatures within. It was possible that they might emerge to investigate the excitement of their crash landing. The boom was likely heard from miles away.

“I remember reading about the Skell beings on this planet.” Ahsoka mused. “They refused to choose a side during the old civil war. Instead, they attacked everyone within moments of seeing them.” Her voice stuttered as she finished. The cold was beginning to affect her.

Obi-Wan was pleasantly surprised. “I’m impressed by your knowledge, Ahsoka.” He made sure to raise his voice a little. “Clearly, you took your studies more seriously than Anakin.”

“I can still hear you!” Anakin yelled from behind the engines and he stood up, followed by a sharp clang. “Ow!”

“It looks like you could use a hand.”

Obi-Wan whirled around at the sound of a new voice as Ahsoka followed suit. His eyes met a figure with y/h/c hair and piercing silver eyes that glimmered in the sunlight. The figure sat atop a large, furry beast with two horns framing its round snout. A sizable white furred drape wrapped around their torso and hid their legs.

“Hello there.” Obi-Wan greeted.

Hearing all the commotion, Anakin peaked around the back of the shuttle, rubbing the back of his head in defeat. Curiosity paused his assessment, pushing him to join the others.

The beast huffed and lightly stomped its feet at the presence of strangers. The stranger hushed the animal, stroking its neck to calm it before throwing a leg across its back and demounting.

“I saw your ship crash a few miles back.” They explained as they took a few strides forward. “You should know that recreational hunting on this planet is illegal.”

“We’re not hunters...” Ahsoka clarified.

“Just travelers who lost their way.” Obi-Wan cut in. The young Padawan has yet to learn that these days, strangers fear the Jedi in the Outer Rim. Best to remain anonymous.

—

“Well, you better find shelter soon.” You advised. “The surface temperatures drop too low for non-indigenous beings to survive after sundown.” Everyone seemed alive and healthy when you arrived, you thought. You sensed that the trio before you was more than capable of handling their own affairs from this point forward, so you turned and walked back toward Meetra, satisfied with your investigation.

“Do you live nearby?” The older, bearded man quickly asked. You paused. You knew you shouldn’t indulge the questions of strangers, but curiosity got the best of you. You spun to face the man. He took a few steps toward you. “Is there a village somewhere? We have yet to find signs of civilization.”

Your friend’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“Stay safe. No unnecessary risks.”

You took a step back.

The older man paused mid-step as he analyzed your features. He silently apologized by gently lowering his foot back beside the other. The man smiled, likely hoping to make you more comfortable.

“No village.” You paused, internally sighing. You wondered whether you would regret this decision, despite knowing deep in your bones that it was the right thing to do. To help them. To guide them toward survival on this planetoid death trap.

But then your mind pulls you back to your promise. A promise you intended to keep. Still, you had thrown away any semblance of cautiousness hours ago when you first decided to explore the wreckage, you reasoned.

You eyed the hunk of metal once more. It certainly was beaten up. But despite the many dents, holes, and obviously mangled engines, the fact that it wasn’t a pile of parts was simply a miracle.

“I’m surprised your ship suffered such little damage.” You exclaimed, glancing back at the trio. “I wasn’t expecting to find a ship at all with your reentry.” As you finished, you noticed the younger man’s frown at that comment.

The bearded gentleman smiled. “We were very lucky.”

The whistling of chilly wind filled the brief silence. It whirled around the four of you, threatening to take all of your cloaks off your very back. They were sure to perish if they remained out here for any longer.

You internally groaned, knowing that you’ve already made your decision. No avoiding it now.

“There’s no village.” You took a deep breath, hardening your face in case this group was not who they said they were. Best to seem somewhat tough. “But you’re welcome to accompany me back to my shelter. There should be room for everyone.”

The bearded man’s eyes brightened at the gesture. “That is very kind of you.” He seemed sincere.

You could see that the young Togruta behind him also relaxed. She seemed to be especially affected by the cold as she lightly shook. The idea of a warm place to rest surely put her mind at ease. The younger man seemed somewhat surprised, but equally content.

You relaxed at their innocent features, and grinned. “It will take a few hours so we better leave now.” You turned again and walked to Meetra’s side before pausing once more. You faced the trio. “I only have one Tauntaun and she can only carry two people at a time. We’ll need to take turns.” You climbed onto your steed.

“Sounds good to me!” The younger man blurted out. He lightly jogged up to the Tauntaun with a relaxed countenance before jumping up and mounting the steed behind you. You could tell that their younger companion was annoyed with their compatriot’s blatant gall. The man glanced over your shoulder. “My name’s Anakin, by the way.” His toothy grin caught the light.

You chuckled, glancing over at the young man. “Nice to meet you.”

“This is Ahsoka.” The bearded man motioned to the young girl. “And I am Obi-Wan.” He placed a hand against his chest.

Their bright spirits lightened your soul. “It’s a pleasure.” You steered Meetra around toward the shelter far behind you. Clicking your tongue, you began the journey.

“So this shelter,” Anakin started. His head returned to hover over your left shoulder. “You don’t happen to have any century-old shuttle parts or schematics…”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned as his march met Meetra’s pace to your right, Ahsoka in tow.

Your bright laughter filled the air as you further relaxed. When you looked back at Anakin you noticed Obi-Wan’s comforting smile out of the corner of your eye. “You know…” you teased. “You may be in luck. Useless centuries-old knowledge is probably all I have.”

Anakin seemed satisfied with your witty retort as he leaned back with a pleased utterance. In your peripheral, you could see Obi-Wan’s interest was piqued by the lift of his eyebrows. He looked out West, into the distance, clearly contemplating your words.

After a moment, his gaze shifted back to the caravan, catching your eye. His features lightened. “I believe I missed your name.” Obi-Wan challenged.

You turned back toward the path ahead and smiled. “Y/n.”

“Hmm.” You glanced back at his vocalization. He stroked his beard while his gaze returned to the West.

“Y/n”

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