#cody has been waiting so long for this question to be asked

[romanreignsbae]

Lingerie - R.R

SLIGHT SMUT!

My boyfriend Joe is always taking the opportunity to spoil me. Weither it be buying a handbag I've been dying for, jewelry that costs more then you can imagine, or pampering me constantly.

I especially love my mall trips with him, since anything I eye he ends up buying for me.

Since he's been extra busy cause it's WrestleMania season, he hasn't spent much time with me one on one. Now don't get me wrong we are together 9/10 times of the day, since I travel with him. But, we haven't really had the chance to stroll through the streets together. Alone.

Today he made sure his schedule was free, his phone was on dnd, and he had all his attention on me.

He informed me I will be accompanying him ringside for WrestleMania. Night 1 would be his tag team match with the rock his partner, and night 2 his title match against Cody.

I wanted to get all dolled up for him, so today I would choose my outfits.

We were in the car on our way to the mall. "So baby, where do you wanna go first?" Joe asked me. "Hmm" I thought. I looked over at my man to see him looking fine as ever.

He was wearing his hair slicked back per usual, and an all black tracksuit, fitting in the right places. He drove with his left hand and kept his right hand on my upper thigh with a tight grip.

"Maybe a dress shop? I need to find my outfits, and I wanna do it asap, if that's okay with you" I asked.

"Whatever you want princess" he told me, while turning over with a smile placed on his pretty plump lips.

He opened the car door for me, and we walked hand in hand to the mall entrance.

We walked into the mall and immediately headed for a pretty dress shop, I saw. It was all pink and the windows displayed beautiful fitting mini dresses, that I could see myself wearing.

I wanted to get a mini dress and some Jordans to match. We browsed through the shelves and I noted of some dresses of which I wanted to try on.

I grabbed a few and heading into the change room with Joe following right behind me, looking through the dresses himself.

"Ok, I'll be quick just wait here" I tell him. I went to the change room and attempted to shut the door but his foot came in between the door.

"Uh uh, you need to have my opinion, so let me in sweetheart" he told me in a playful tone. Making an excuse to see me change, of course.

God, this man was always gonna take a chance to see me undress. Always so horny and needy.

I didn't fight him on his request and let him in. He went to sit on the mini stool in the corner of the somewhat big change room.

He sat there just looking at me. I got kinda shy, since i had to undress."C'mon now baby, don't be shy. Change" he ordered.

I changed into the first dress. It was silky and black and stopped at mid thigh. It hugged my body perfectly. I think this would be suitable for night 1.

I looked at Joe through the mirror. "What do you think Joe?" I questioned. He didn't say anything he just kept eye contact with me licking his lips slowly and nodding his head lightly. A blush crept into my face.

I felt myself start to heat up down there, which is pathetic because he literally didn't even touch me and he has this effect on me.

I tried on the next one. It was long, sliky, and red. If I wore this I would wear it with heels.

I was admiring it in the mirror, and then I felt 2 hands grab me. Joe pulled me to sit in his lap.

I could feel his breath fanning over my ear. "Watch what I do to you when we get home" he murmured lowly.

Now he's got me feeling some typa way. But no- I had to get through this shopping trip.

We headed to the register and Joe took his card out to pay. I felt guilty since both these dresses were expensive. But thanked him right after.

We skimmed through our shopping trip and were about to leave until Joe said he wanted to go to one more store. He lead me into Victoria Secret and browsed through all the different sections of the store.

He picked up various lingerie sets and made comments about how I would look in them. "Your thighs would look so good in these baby girl" Or "this would hug your curves perfectly". He didn't even know what he was doing with me to these words.

He kept a strong grip on my hand and lead me into a change room. He picked out just one set for me to try on. It was red and looked so elegant.

"We won't take long, I just want you to try on this one" he ordered. I changed into it while he eyed me hungrily.

He slowly pulled his pants down and revealed his hard on. "J-joe no, not in here...I'll be too loud" I said sheepishly. In our relationship I was always the louder one.

"Nah nah baby, we can do all that at home, I just want you to suck my cock for now." He set me down onto my knees lightly and nodded his head forwards as if telling me to continue.

I slowly pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out. He was blessed in size to say the least.

I started pumping upwards with both my hands, I placed a few mini misses and kitten licks on his tip. He grunted "don't tease me."

I slowly took him into my mouth swirling my tongue on his tip and nipping at it lightly.

I looked up to see his head thrown back and his eyes shut. He moaned lowly, just loud enough for me to hear.

I continued making small contact with his tip which I knew was pissing him off. A few seconds later he grabbed both sides of my head and pushed himself all the way back into my throat. I choked due to his size but he didn't let up.

He groaned loudly this time, if it weren't for the background music playing in the store I bet everyone would hear him.

"Uhhh baby, thats how I like it" he praised. I felt happy knowing I was satisfying him.

He then let me back into control so started toying with his balls, only pushing him closer to the edge.

I removed him from my mouth and lowered myself towards his balls, sucking on them.

He grunts loudly, while his legs shake signaling he's getting close. I take himself back into my mouth as deep as I can while still using my hands to play with his balls.

That's all it takes until I feel a load of his cum shooting down my throat, I swallow it all.

He pulls away and gives me a passionate kiss. "Thank you baby" he tells me. I nod my head at him in a way to say 'your welcome'.

"I'll treat you when we get home" he announces, only making me crave him more.

I get changed back into my original clothes while Joe goes and pays for all the lingerie he picked out.

Now I was excited to see what was to come for me next when we got home.

#roman reigns #wwe #jey uso #jimmy uso #wwe smackdown #the tribal chief #head of the table #wwe raw #wwe hall of fame #paul heyman #beautiful roro #big daddy uce #big daddy #wwe roman reigns #roman reigns fic #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction

[jun-hyungs]

that point in time where it was decided that cody just permanently holds onto obi wan’s lightsaber until he needs it

#art by hyung #star wars #codywan #commander cody #leia organa #obi wan kenobi #cody has been waiting so long for this question to be asked #if you look back at the other tatooine cody drawings you can see the hilt on his belt

[varpusvaras]

In the middle of the night in the Commander Chat:

Bly: So which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you make it with hot water?

Cody, who has become the self-proclaimed tea expert of the batch because of his proximity to Obi-Wan: you've been making it with cold water?????

Ponds, eternally confused and concerned: Bly, please answer the question

Bly: Yeah?? I thought that people were using hot water to speed up the "teafication" process. Didn't realise that there was an actual reason. no wonder Aayla doesn't ask me to make tea anymore

Wolffe: you couldn't be assed to put the cup into the microwave for three minutes to boil the water?

Cody, this close to losing it: WHY are you putting it in the microwave to boil it??????!!

Wolffe: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on a stove?

Cody: It takes less than A MINUTE

Wolffe: Vod is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun?!

Cody: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON A STOVE

Wolffe: like seven minutes?

Cody: just stick the cup on the top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes!!

Wolffe: wait you're putting the whole cup on the stove?? on medium heat?? your stove is enchanted

Rex, reading this while listening to Fives and Hardcase trying to give Anakin an explanation on whatever disaster they've now caused on the ship: this chat is full of fucking lunatics

Fox, being awakened by the chat going off after finally falling asleep: DO NONE OF YOU OWN A FUCKING K E T T L E

#star wars #star wars incorrect quotes #I came across the post again and this was all I could think of #they're all at their limit #bly is just glad that the attention is away from him now #commander cody #commander wolffe #commander fox #commander ponds #commander bly #captain rex #the clone wars

[translucent-sun]

Obi-Wan propped up on one elbow. Cody was just about to fall asleep, but the sudden movement, the dip in the mattress, made him wake.

“Cody?” Obi-Wan whispered. Cody hummed in response.

“Would you still have fallen in love with me if I was a non-human species?” Cody frowned, opening one eye to look up at Obi-Wan, surprised at the question.

“Of course, it would still be you.” Even in the darkness Cody could see that there was something like relief on Obi-Wan´s face, but it quickly disappeared.

“Even if I was a wormish species?” Cody´s confusion was growing, as was the almost anxious, worried tone in Obi-Wan´s voice as his questions became more ridiculous.

“If you still had your personality, of course,” Cody simply said. It was the truth. Obi-Wan got quiet, and Cody hoped it was the end to this weirdly specific conversation. But just when he was preparing to attempt to fall asleep again, Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, letting himself fall back on the mattress. Now it was Cody´s turn to roll over, looking at Obi-Wan. “What is it?” he asked, gently.

“What if I´d been a Hutt?” Obi-Wan asked without looking at him. Cody couldn´t help but snort.

“Well, I strongly doubt that you´d be a Jedi in that case, given their physiology. So we most likely wouldn’t have met.” Obi-Wan smiled a little. “But if we had… Then I´d still love you.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes, humming.

“That´s sweet of you, dear,” he said. “There has been a huttese Jedi, just so you know. It was a long time ago and it didn´t end well.” Cody frowned again. Or did he ever stop? Even if he´d tried, Cody couldn’t have predicted a single turn this conversation took. What had moved Obi-Wan to ask this? What was he worried about? All of those questions would have to wait until morning, as Obi-Wan started gently snoring next to him. Cody shook his head in amused disbelief before going back to sleep too.

#would you still love me if i was a worm #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #NOT part of my story #YET #someone get me out of my writers block so I don't actually add and extend this

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

congrats on 450!! I've just gotten back into my star wars hyperfixation, tis the season I suppose, and your fics have been LIFE SAVERS and so I am here to congratulate you on an incredibly well earned celebration! and to request:

7. "you're not as bad as everyone says."

28. "maybe there's a universe your there where we're friends."

with either Wolfe or Cody x fem/gender neutral (whichever you prefer)?

Thank you so much and congrats again!!! <3

Awww @hxad-ovxr-hxart that's so sweet. I'm so glad my fics have helped. That makes me so happy, and I hope you'll like the fic. I wrote with Wolffe in mind. Enjoy.

Love oo,

Friends

Warnings: Crashing, angst, death, fluff, comfort, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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Commander Wolffe was never a man who suffered fools, he didn’t appreciate tardiness, he hated chit chat, and worst of all he hated personal questions. And somehow you managed to do all four on your first day on the Triumphant, which made you public enemy number one in Wolffe’s book. 

Every day you saw him, he simply rolled his eyes and growled each time you passed. 

You tried your best to fix it, but no matter what you did or said, it didn’t make a difference. You gave up after months of constant growls and eye rolls. Now you simply made a point to arrive on time for your shift as a communication specialist. You performed your role to the best of your ability, and did your best to stay out of his way. 

Things were going well, that was until your shuttle crashed, and the two of you were the only survivors. 

“Anything broken?” Wolffe asked after he checked on the two pilots and made his way over to you.

You shook your head, “No. I think …” you tested out each of your limbs, “I think I’m alright” you groaned as you tried to stand.

“Easy. Here,” he held out his hand to help you up, “alright?”

You nodded and followed him out of the crashed gunship, “Hmm… where are we?” You looked around trying to become aware of your surroundings.

“We dropped out of hyperspace somewhere in between, the Triumphant and our destination. Don’t worry they’ll come for us, I sent out a distress beacon.”

“How long do you think we’ll be here?”

“A day or two… maybe a week.” He went into the ship, and grabbed the emergency gear, passing one backpack to you and keeping one himself. 

“Are we going somewhere?”

“To a more defensible position, we don’t wanna be out here in case there’s Separatist droids nearby or in case there are any dangerous animals.”

You nodded and followed him, keeping pace as best you could. It was about three hours later, when you were panting and gasping for breath, “Wait … Commander, please I … I need a break.” You leaned against a boulder. 

“Alright …” Wolffe nodded, “take a break, we can rest for a minute.”

You nodded, thanking him, as you took a break, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, you’re a civilian. You’re not used to this.”

You looked up at him as you regained your breath and took a sip of water, “You know, you’re not as bad as everyone says you are.”

Wolffe, let out a laugh, “And how bad does everyone say I am?”

“That you have a short temper, you don’t suffer fools, you don’t like civilians really…”

He turned to look at you, “Really?” You simply nodded your answer, “I wouldn’t say I don’t like civilians, I’d say … civilians don’t appreciate the sacrifices me and my brothers make.”

“I know” you answered solemnly, “I’ve heard them, when I walk around Coruscant. I’m sorry. It’s not right or fair.”

“My life has never been really fair. But, thank you.”

You stood brushing off your pants, “I’m good, we can continue.”

Wolffe simply nodded as he led the way to a cave that would provide the right shelter, he set up a defensive perimeter, while you started a fire, when you were finished he came and sat beside you nodding at your achievement. 

“Good job, didn’t think civilians knew how to start a fire”

“Well I did take basic survival training, when I first joined the GAR.”

“Impressive.” He took off his helmet and his gloves, keeping the comm alert on high in case the rescue team was trying to get a hold of them.

“Commander” you looked into the fire, lost in thought, “Do you think maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends?”

“I don’t know” Wolffe answered as he kept his own gaze on the fire, “but I can tell you, you gained a friend today.” He smirked as he looked at you, “Listen, I don’t know what I ever did to make you think I hate you, civvie. But I don’t. I am actually impressed by you. It’s not easy joining the GAR to begin with, not as a civilian, certainly not as a woman, but you continue to work harder than everyone else. You’re prompt with your reports and always pleasant with your co-workers. I’ve heard nothing but praise from everyone you work with, and even today, you put up with a lot, with barely a complaint. That’s impressive.”

You tried to hide the smile that wanted to creep on to your face, “Thank you, Commander.”

“Wolffe.”

“I’m sorry?”

“When it’s just us, you can call me Wolffe. After all, we’re friends, right?”

“That’s right … Wolffe.”

He didn’t know why but hearing you say his name, brought a smile to his lips. “Close your eyes and try to sleep” he motioned to the ground, “I’ll keep watch. You’ll be safe.”

You nodded and leaned down against the ground resting your head on the backpack, wrapping the emergency blanket around you to stay warm. “Wolffe, do you think someone got our distress signal?”

“Don’t worry civvie, Plo’buir isn’t about to leave us behind.” He looked after you and smiled, “Just relax, and close your eyes. It’ll be okay.”

You nodded, closing your eyes, “Thank you, Wolffe”

“For?”

“For being my friend,” your voice trailed off as the exhaustion from the crash, the hike, and just the anxiety of the day pulled you under. Soon enough you were snoring. 

Wolffe smiled as he watched you sleep, his heart fluttering as he took in your features. He always wondered why you had kept your distance from him, but to think you thought he hated you, made his heart hurt. It was so far from the truth. However, it was too soon to point that out. Instead, for now, he’d be your friend, and hope that in the future, your friendship could progress to something more. Maybe one day. 

“Goodnight, cyar’ika. Sweet dreams.” He whispered as he put his helmet back on and kept his blaster on his lap, keeping guard, making it his job to protect you. 

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ok so this is a fic i might actually write at some point, because i have Feelings about the jedi being a family and anakin's apparent insistence that biological ties overrule all.

(also mace is still obi-wan's finder in this because I LOVE HIM)

so. obi-wan's from stewjon. we know very little about stewjon canonically, so for the sake of this fic, it's an isolationist planet that is extremely hostile to force-sensitives. mace rescued toddler obi-wan from an attempt by town elders to drown him. obi-wan's the only stewjoni jedi in the order. they don't know if this is because stewjon doesn't have a high percentage of force-sensitives or if it's because those who are born force-sensitive don't usually make it off the planet.

but mace has his suspicions.

which is why he's really, really not pleased when the senate forwards orders a request for a jedi to wrangle separatist sentiment on stewjon. they will only accept a stewjoni jedi. if they must have one of those demons on planet, then they want someone who's at least tentatively connected to the planet. it's meant to be a diplomatic mission. but it's one of those diplomatic missions that seems like it will end in blasterfire.

so both the 501st and 212th both end up heading to stewjon.

cody and the 212th are slightly twitchy. their general has a really bad habit of getting kidnapped / horrifically injured / running off so they can't watch his back, and he's told them about stewjon and his particular background with the planet, so they're... hm. ready for anything.

(also ofc this is codywan because i am who i am.)

anakin is a whole other story.

he is simply thrilled, and he makes no secret of it. he can't wait to meet obi-wan's real family, he keeps saying. wonder if they're as stubborn as you, right, obi-wan? is this where you got your love of tea from? i can't wait to meet your real parents, obi-wan- do you have siblings, do you know?

obi-wan, meanwhile-

i don't know if they're stubborn, he says. i don't remember them.

i got my love of tea from master qui-gon, he says. he taught me how to brew and how long to steep and brought me to the best shops on the lower levels.

i do have siblings, he says. you've met them. you've met quinlan and bant and luminara and-

anakin won't hear it.

ahsoka starts spending more time around obi-wan. she asks him more questions about his padawanship. about master qui-gon. about his crechemates. all in an effort to ease some of the tension from his shoulders. and it works! he tells her, and anyone else who wants to listen, and the room is filled with disbelieving laughter and i have to ask general vos for pictures, sir, i won't believe this without proof-

and then they arrive on stewjon.

blah blah plot happens, anakin is stubbornly ignoring everything obi-wan says about the jedi being his family because, well, of course he would say that, he doesn't know what it's like to have a proper family, a real family-

then, a few days after their arrival, an elderly couple approach anakin.

they're obi-wan's parents, they tell him. they've been looking for him for ages. he clearly loves you, young man- well, as much as he can, we know what those jedi are like- could you please help us set up a meeting with him?

and anakin thinks-

i knew it.

of COURSE they were looking for him. of COURSE they still wanted him, of COURSE they still loved him- obi-wan simply didn't know, or maybe he'd been misinformed, but no one should ever have to live without the love of a parent-

so he says yes.

when he brings the matter up to obi-wan, obi-wan tells him absolutely not.

(but obviously, obviously, he just doesn't know-)

so he sets up a meeting anyway. lies to obi-wan, lies to the others, and tells the parents the truth. they clasp his hands, teary-eyed with gratitude- thank you, thank you, they tell him, we just want our son back, and anakin walks away feeling so supremely pleased with himself-

a couple of hours later, cody asks him if he's seen obi-wan.

he's not picking up his comm, cody says, brow furrowed. we'll be late for the next meeting.

anakin tells him, then. reassures him. leave them alone for a bit, will you? they haven't spoken to each other in years. it's bound to be emotional.

cody stares at him.

yes, sir, he says. of course, sir.

anakin claps him on the shoulder and walks off. cody watches him go.

then he turns around and breaks into a run.

the room is empty, when he arrives, and there are broken needles on the floor.

cody doesn't need to have them tested to know he'll find traces of force suppressants.

(like poison, his general had told him, and being blinded all at once. like having your heart torn clean out of your chest.)

he has them tested anyway.

he's right.

cody, technically, outranks general skywalker. this is the first time he's ever taken advantage of the fact.

stuff happens. they find him. he is...

Not In Good Shape.

(the demon must be torn out by force. drowned out. beaten out. they only wanted their son back.)

do you understand? they cry, as troopers force them to their knees, as doors are blown open, searching- we only wanted our son back!

anakin holds his saber to their throats and snarls you lied, you lied, you told me you loved him-

of course we do, they say. of course we do. we're his family.

obi-wan doesn't want to talk to anakin, when he wakes up three days later in the medbay. he doesn't even want to see him.

he wants his family. he wants to go home.

#pro jedi #the jedi are a family #this is not up for debate on this blog #in which i accidentally basically end up writing the fic anyway #haha whoops #ask game #my writing

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hello! I was reading your Nibling reader and chris stuff.

Thought maybe I could request one(if that's okay-)

How about one with Nibling on total drama world tour that's terrified/disturbed by Sierra? (like I am now-shes creepy) like, they will go to the other side of the plan just to get away from her. Even if it means avoiding people they like(even Chris at one point) but then it gets to the point that Reader legit begs Chris to kick her off.

Kinda dark, but now whenever I see how Sierra treats Cody, it upsets me-)

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!^^

I hope you’ve been having wonderful days yourself! I’m so sorry I took a long time with this one my dear, I really hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait😵❤️!! 

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 8)

Chris didn’t think through Sierra’s position on the show.

“Hm, Gwen... There’s something I wanted to tell you since I first saw you.” you swift your curious words up to the goth girl.

“Oh? What’s that, (Y/N)?” what did you want to say to her that you couldn’t before?

“Your hair... It looks like Coraline’s, doesn’t it?” the cyan black brushes upon her shoulders,“The colour, the length...”

Her facial features shake in surprise,“No way! You know that film?”

Who doesn’t!?,“Of course I do!”

“Who was your favourite character?” she asked electrified.

“The actors, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible!” you declare,“That scene where they were doing acrobatics had to be one of my favourite moments in the film!” you didn’t need to watch said scene physically for your mind to fly in amazement.

Gwen agreed, smiling with you,“I second that! But Other Father’s song has to take the ultimate cake for me.”

“Fair!” now time for the real question,“Do you think Coraline ever escaped?”

Gwen gives a tiny squeal, the happiest you’ve seen her with you,“I have been waiting to talk about this with someone!” She’s excited to discuss it. So were you.

Until Sierra walks in.

“Gwen, is it fine if we talk down there?” like excitement, your voice lowered, with your hand tugging her sleeve.

“How come?”

“Be...Behind.”

Gwen only had taken half a glance to inhale through her teeth and comply. By nature, shifting down to the other end of the economy class guaranteed no invisibility as Sierra sprinted to you,“OMG! It’s cousin and bridesmaid! Everyone on my blog has been dying to get some more nibling and contestant interactions! And I get to witness it in person, face to face...!” her voice sharpened down to a whisper at the last part, before steaming back up,“What are we talking about??”

“Erm...we weren’t talking about anything.” you couldn’t hold strict concentration on her, you might turn into stone,“I remember Chris said he needed to talk to me about something. Maybe next time.” you whisper to Gwen,“Sorry. We can talk about it later.”

Gwen nods as you hurry to the front of the plane, leaving her with Sierra.

“Uh...” she wasn’t a fan of her company either,“I should probably go check up on Leshawna.”

“Leshawna?” Sierra’s shriek did nothing to stop the goth from walking out,“Wasn’t she eliminated?”

Fast forward to another conversation she ruined.

“Uncle, do you remember the first time you flew on a plane?” you asked him in the middle of the first class section.

“Oh ho ho...” he had himself sat down in one of the golden seats. You know it’s gonna be good,“How could I forget? It was chaos! For a start, your nana lost her purse during security check so we spent an hour helping her find it. We thought we were gonna miss our plane, until they announced it would be delayed for three boring hours. When we did get on, we were seven hours in the air before turning back, because the plane we boarded had a faulty air pressure and there was a hurricane.”

...Wow. You could count on his stories for being wild, but a hurricane on top of a faulty pressure? That sounds like too much stress for one childhood,“That sounds so scary!”

He laughed,“Sure was! Your mom was crying for hours. She thought we were gonna like die.”

Of course!,“Eh? Didn’t you?” If you had been there, you would have responded the same!

“I diiid, but death comes for us all eventually. I’ve had near-death experiences growing up, so the whole thing just felt like missing the school bus. What can I do? I’m walking proof that God has favourites!” your uncle was awesome, but he can be quite a stretch. Still, you get what he’s thinking.

“...Do you think we’ll get any hurricanes?” your naive conscience was now screaming with dystopias of the plane crashing.

“Maybe. If we do, it’ll be one heck of an episode!” if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he wanted it to happen.

From the corner of your eye, you see Sierra finishing with forcing affection around Cody’s cheeks. She was now by herself.

Don’t come here...

Chris noticed first that you were stepping away.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)? Is there a hurricane coming?” it was meant to be a joke, but somehow was applicable.

“Chris... Please.” you gestured him to move with you, to which he responded in facial confusion. Why. Why didn’t he see you wanted to get away from her? Why was he still sitting there?

If keeping distance from your uncle meant you could avoid awful Sierra, so be it!

Speak of the striking devil...

“Aww! Aren’t I soooo lucky to witness my very favourite family bond!” she gushes, hurling her camera out from nowhere,“Can I take a photo of this for the fans?”

“Erm sure...” though you weren’t exactly spending time with Chris anymore.

“Smiiiile!” you don’t. She puts her camera down and gives you a saddening look,“Why so down, cousin? Is it because you don’t have any siblings or other cousins to play with? Oh, cousin! Don’t worry, don’t worry! My mom’ll be sure to give you some!”

“Huh?” what did her mother have to do with it?

Chris knew, by immediately remembering the last time Sierra opened her mouth around you,“That’s enough, Sierra.”

“But it’s true, Chris! You know you wanna marry my mom! We’ll all be one happy family! We’ll never cut ties!” delusion drives her voice as she rubbed her thumb on your palm, staring right into your eyes,“Did he ever tell you how babies are made?”

Okay.

That was a question you frequently thought about.

But with Sierra looking at you with that devious grin...

You lost it.

You took your hand back,“Leave me alone! I don’t want to know! I don’t want you to tell me!” you start crying. Why couldn’t she leave anyone alone?!,“I don’t like you! I don’t like you! I don’t like you!”

For someone who wanted kids, she was terrible with them!,“Now you’ve done it, Sierra...” Chris groaned at the girl whose rare panic tore her face, his arm shielding you,“Couldn’t keep that mouth zipped for a minute, huh?”

You’re brought into Chris’ quarters where he silently grasped you in his arms. You felt like a burden to your uncle, but you knew he would tell you that if it were true.

“Chriiis, I don’t like Sierra...” you sniffle, mouth sandpaper dry,“She keeps thinking we’re cousins and she keeps getting close to me! She never listens to me! Can you kick her off? Please, uncle?”

“I know, (Y/N).” he spoke, unmoved,“But I can only influence how the game plays. I can’t directly do anything, especially when Sierra is a huge attraction for ratings. It’s Team Amazon that makes the call to let her go.”

So... All you need to do is convince the rest of her team to vote for her? That should be a piece of cake, the superfan was unpopular with everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if they already were voting for her.

“I’ll promise you that the next time we have Team Amazon voting and majority of their votes are for Sierra, I won’t decide to make it a reward challenge last minute.”

“Are you sure, uncle?” he was infamous for breaking his word,“Your fingers aren’t crossed, are they?”

He takes his hands up above you. Not a finger crossed,“Promise.”

You felt a little relieved that Sierra’s fate was partially determined,“Mm... What should I do then?”

“Just wait a little longer... She’ll be gone soon.” his words were a succour, but the sound of his voice makes you think

Will it really be soon...?

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[lamaenthel]

Solitary Confinement

[read on ao3][Febuwhump prompt: Solitary Confinement]

After being captured alongside General Kenobi by the Seppies, Cody holds out hope that rescue will arrive in time.

Characters: CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Word count: 1575

The cell is damp and near-freezing. With Cody's vision robbed by whatever contraption they'd bolted over his eyes, his other senses have sharpened. He has to be careful not to breathe with his mouth open. The smell of rot and open sewage had him gagging when they first dragged him into the stronghold. He's gotten used to it. Mostly. It's only gotten stronger in the last few days.

Soft tapping from the other side of the room is the only point of contact he has with General Kenobi.

"Take heart, Cody. The beacon was launched before we were captured. I don't expect we'll be here long." General Kenobi gives him one last encouraging smile from the floor, his wrists chained above his head, before the clankers bring out the drill and start attaching the metal blinder to his temples. "This should be entertaining at least, my dear."

Their chains give them just enough leeway to stand, though if they do it more than a few times an hour they're shocked into unconsciousness. It happens if they speak, too, which seems idiotic as the Seppies would have a better chance of overhearing something than extracting it. He marks the days by torture sessions; by his best estimate, there's a full rotation between visits. The chains hum and go warm with promised electricity. The door opens and one of them is dragged out of their cell for uncountable minutes to be interrogated.

Cody much prefers being strapped down to the table over his General. At least he knows what's going on when a droid asks him for GAR secrets in a monotone buzz, right before the needles go into his neck and what feels like acid fills his veins. Its agony, but they'd started training him to withstand torture at five. At least when they're torturing him he can breathe.

The waiting is the worst. Those dreadful seconds when metal footsteps approach them and he doesn't know who they'll choose are worse than anything they can inject him with. General Kenobi has no such training, just his strength of will, and while it's indomitable, Cody knows it will give out eventually.

Maybe that's why they haven't taken him for three days. Kenobi taps on his chains every few minutes so Cody knows he's still alive, but he can't hear the reassuring sound of his Jedi breathing over his heart's own drumbeat pounding in his ears. There's nothing else to hear in the gluttonous, bloated silence.

He's dehydrated. Water wasn't provided—deemed unnecessary when every day the droids held his head under a steady stream of it until he passed out—but they haven't been fed since they arrived. Not food, anyway, just leathery balls of surprisingly sweet jelly during their torture sessions. They get angry when he chews them, so he keeps doing it, figuring it's the right call. His stomach cramps violently, squeezing acid up into his throat and eroding delicate tissue. His body is starting to cannibalize itself. Every torture session leaves him weaker, but it doesn't matter. He will survive, force his heart to keep pumping blood even when every other bit of him wastes away, because that's what he was made for. He's a Marshall Commander to a High General, not some wet-behind-his-ears shiny who's never known a night without Kamino's thunder. He knows how to withstand any torture, no matter how brutal.

Kenobi taps again. Cody taps back. It's all they can manage. It's enough to keep going.

Take heart, Cody.

He will. He'll let them rip him up from the inside out if that's what it takes, but he will not lose hope. Not if his General still needs him.

He feels the hum of electricity in his teeth right before his chains warm and come alive again. He steels himself. Any moment the door will open. They'll drag him off again to ask the same questions that he won't answer, flay him like a nerf left to rot in the sun, then throw him back in his cell once they deem it to be another wasted day.

The door doesn't open. Instead, the chains go cold. Cody frowns; that's never happened before. The floor vibrates, and he's thrown violently to the side with the force of an explosion somewhere below them. The rushing roar of blood in his ears intensifies. "General Kenobi?" he whispers, taking a chance that their captors are occupied with whatever the hell that was. He can't speak properly anyway. Between the screaming and the stomach acid, his voice is virtually gone. "Can you hear me, General?"

Kenobi taps again, unwilling to risk it. Cody accidentally sucks a deep breath in, gagging from the stench of rot. It's all he can do to not vomit, even though he doesn't have anything to bring up except acid. He ignores the burning in his throat. DC-17 carbine fire echos through the vents, a song as reassuring as a mother's lullaby to a clone trooper. "They're here, General," he says, adrenaline jumpstarting his weak heart. "We did it." We survived.

Kenobi taps again.

Waiting for his brothers to find them is more painful than anything their captors have put him through. He can hear boots thumping, blaster fire getting closer, the hum of a swinging lightsaber. He twitches in his chains, weak muscles begging to join the fight. Who came, the 212th? Undoubtedly they'd come in some capacity, but he would hazard a guess that there's a fair amount of blue mixed in the golden orange. Skywalker never was one to sit on his hands and wait patiently where General Kenobi was concerned.

"Just hang on, General. They're almost here." Cody licks lips that taste like sour old iron. First thing he's going to do after seeing to his General and getting debriefed is grab the bottle of tihaar he confiscated from Wooley. There aren't many perks of being in command, but if he had to make a list then sampling the contraband for “safety reasons” would definitely be near the top.

The blaster fire gets closer, along with the subsonic buzz of a lit saber. Cody fidgets in his cross-legged sit, his legs on fire and cramped from being bent for days, barely able to contain himself. The door beeps and slides open. Cold air that smells like corpses is sucked into the room, shocking him. He hears a single, sharp inhale, high-pitched and young. "Cody?" a trembling voice asks after a few pregnant seconds.

"Commander Tano," Cody rasps. The words scrape his throat like rusty sheet metal.

The sound of her footsteps scuff across the floor. "Oh, Force, what is this?" She touches the metal band that the droids had bolted into his skull. He jerks in his chains as a lightning bolt of sharp pain zaps through his temples, accidentally smacking his head against the wall as he does. "It's okay. Don't move, everything is going to be fine." Her commlink beeps. "Rex, cell 117. I found them. I need a medic here, now." Her voice shakes. “E-Everything is going to be okay.”

"General?" Cody tries to clear his throat, tastes blood instead. "It's alright, General, we can talk now. The chains are turned off."

Kenobi taps.

"Don't… don't let Anakin up here." Cody's blood freezes. A soft, trembling hand runs across his brow, mindful of the bolts this time. "We tracked the beacon." Her voice cracks. "We came… we came as fast as we could."

Cody leans into her soft touch, for her comfort as much as his. She's always been so sensitive. "I'm alright, Commander. Go check on General Kenobi."

He hears a humming fwoom. She cuts his chains with her lightsaber, rubbing his bloodless hands briskly like he'd been out in the cold once they're free. "It's going to be okay, Cody," she says again. She's crying.

"General, please say something," Cody says hoarsely. The stench of rotten flesh is so overpowering that he can taste it. "Obi-Wan?" Why hasn't he said anything? Why hasn't he greeted Ahsoka? When did the tapping stop?

The tapping resumes; relief floods his system. "Get off of him!" Her lightsaber ignites, swings, and a wet chitinous thump follows a moment later. "I'm sorry." Ahsoka whispers it over and over again until the words slur together.

Cody reaches up to the metal blinder and starts turning the bolts that keep it attached to his skull with numb fingers. The screws take forever to twist out of his swollen, infected skin, but he doesn't stop even when Ahsoka grabs his wrists and begs him to. He shoves the sobbing girl away and rips the blinder off with an agonizing scream.

It takes a few seconds for his vision to adjust. Even in the near pitch-black his eyes hurt. General Kenobi sits cross-legged exactly where Cody had seen him last. He's still chained to the wall, mottled hands cuffed above his hanging head. A pile of something shiny and wet glistens in his lap.

Cody creeps closer on his hands and knees, unable to trust his weak eyes. His hands slip in the slick blackness that covers that side of the room. The smell of rot and sewage is almost unbearable. Cody reaches out a quivering hand, confirms with a touch what his eyes refuse to see.

The bisected insect that's been eating its way through the General's guts taps weakly on the floor one last time before finally dying with a hiss.

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[techtalksfics]

My General (Crosshair x f!reader - Part 1/2)

Summary: Hunter contacts the one person that Crosshair will need, once they got him back.

Authors Note: I wanted to do a Crosshair finds his way back story but I guess this was always going to be a little sad.

Warnings: None. So this chapter is very angsty SFW but it will heat up in the next chapter! Word Count: 2.5 K

They finally had him back.

Crosshair, as grumpy and taciturn as ever, was reunited with his Bad Batch brothers. After Cody's desertion, it didn't take long for Crosshair to realise it was now or never. If he stayed, he would have lost his brothers entirely and forever. The whole process, the Empire, had demolished his head, his psyche had been poisoned by the enhancement of his inhibitor chip.

He was broken, confused and angry. He was angry at Hunter for leaving him; he was at the Empire for using him. But, most of all, he was angry at himself for everything he had done wrong.

But, he asked for their help and they gave it, gladly and without question. He was, and always would be, their brother. Once he had been put under, in order to have his chip removed entirely, Hunter had been the one to say it. The one thing that they were pretending that they knew nothing of.

It had been forbidden.

"We are going to have to comm her," Hunter sighed, running his hand across his face, "she has a right to know that he came back."

After their first successful mission as a group, reunited, they were celebrating together in Cid's. Crosshair still hadn't fully readjusted to Wrecker's emphatic, brotherly hugs nor Hunter's questions about how he was feeling.

And so, he simply sat, quiet and unmoving, in the corner seat of the parlour. He simply observed the scenario unfolding around him. He didn't feel he had much to say.

He wasn't even sure that he would ever be the same with his brothers. He wasn't sure if he could ever truly trust them to have his back again.

They all heard the footsteps, as they clobbered their way down the steps towards Cid's.

The heavy clunk of boots hitting their ears, one by one. Closer and closer until a figure appeared in the doorway of the parlour. Hunter had been waiting to hear those footsteps for days - he was worried that you wouldn't come.

There, at the door, was the one person Crosshair truly believed to be dead. That is what the Empire had declared in their reports, at least. As you appeared in the doorway, Crosshair was stunned. You were here, in Ord Mantell, with your hands on your hips, staring into the room. Looking at each of your brothers with a gentle smile, remembering the first time you had met them. It all looked very much the same. When your eyes settled on Crosshair, he stood slowly, sliding out of the chair, and walked towards you cautiously.

He was convinced you were a dream, a dream from a simpler time. He was worried if he moved too fast, you would be gone.

"You really are here," you finally said, breaking the iced atmosphere in the room. "You really did come back." You pulled at the fingers of your right glove, one by one, until it slipped away from your hand delicately.

He had always liked your delicate and dainty hands.

Just like Crosshair, you were terrified of moving too fast. In fear that this whole thing was a dream. You were afraid of moving too fast, of pushing too hard. But you couldn't believe he was really here. Once the glove was held in your other hand, you tentatively lifted your hand towards his cheek.

He leant into your fingers, which were softly closed, and closed his eyes. Your skin was so warm on his cold skin.

He looked so frail, so skinny. A shadow of the real Crosshair.

But to him, you looked perfect. You were here, his general. You had never kissed him, never slept with him and hardly even been around him except for on those rare missions. But he was yours, truly, and you were his, fully. You were his Jedi general. His commander. He would go anywhere with you. Anywhere for you.

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There had been one touch earlier, years earlier, which had almost been as the one before you now. His position had been hit by the bombardment of a Separatist tank and your heart had plummeted in your chest. You instantly began to retreat towards his position, ordering the others of 99 to continue pushing forward, to not give up your position. You had said you would save their brother and they knew that you would. They believed in you and they had always known of your special bond with Crosshair.

When you reached his position, he was lying on his back and was groaning. As you rushed to help him, you breathed out his name and his head snapped towards you. You reached for his helmet and slowly began to remove it. When his brown eyes finally pierced yours, you slowly reached out and touched his cheek.

Feeling him through the force, to ensure he is okay, you reminded yourself in that moment. That was all it could ever be. You were a Jedi and a General. He was clone troopers and your favourite deviant defect.

As you touched his cheek for the first time, the whole world stopped for Crosshair. Despite the screams of clones in the background, as Wrecker bulldozed them off of the bridge.

Your eyes bore into his momentarily, before you asked if he was okay.

He nodded once, a very curt nod. He breathed in and swallowed. "Tell me what you need, my general," he responded and with a smile, you told him to find cover over the second bridge. "Sir, yes sir," he affirmed flippantly.

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He couldn't believe you were here, touching his cheek so gently. After what he had done.

After what he had done, he remembered. In that moment, he remembered every bad thing he had done, every bad decision he had made. He had hunted her kind; he had tried to kill the young padawan. If Hunter hadn't have helped him...

He tried to shake the thoughts, but he couldn't. They were seared into his mind, along with the residuals of the enhancements of his inhibitor chip. He knew you could feel his pain in this moment and that was the last thing he wanted. You frowned as you asked, "what did they do to you?"

"Good soldiers follow orders," he mumbled. In that moment, it was as if lightning struck your hand and you pulled it back from his face so quickly. It had been a while since you had heard those words so truly. But they were words you'd never forget. His eyes snapped open as your hand retreated.

He knew you would have heard those words by now. Perhaps you'd even heard them at the time. Perhaps you had fought for your life as the Republic crumbled around you. He looked at you with a frown on his lips, "I'm sorry."

"I..." you trailed off and looked to the others for solace. But you found none. The room was silent, and every face bore a frown. You felt a surge of so many emotions as you looked at Clone Force 99. You felt elated by the sight of your old friends. You felt angered by the sight of a broken Crosshair. A good soldier following orders. You felt pity and pain and the pointlessness of everything the Jedi had stood for. Everything you had stood for. "I have to go. I - I can't do this. I'm sorry."

And with that, you left. You left as quickly and gracefully as you had arrived.

Hunter rushed to his brothers side, placing a hand on his shoulder before heading out of the door and into the evening heat of Ord Mantell. It didn't take him long to track you.

You had left a messy trail of shoe prints, fingerprints and tears. You also had not gotten very far away from the parlour before collapsing into your tears. So consumed by it all.

"It shouldn't be this hard." You said as he approached. He had tried to come towards you quietly but, well, the force is the force. You had always had a strong connection with it. "He looks so...broken."

"They," Hunter cleared his throat, "ran experiments. Left him alone without food or water for 32 rotations. Pushed him through command posts, hunting us. He barely ate or slept, even when he could. He is broken." His hand came to your shoulder, but you couldn't bring yourself to face your old friend.

You wiped the tears from your eyes. "He cares for you though, still," Hunter confirms, "as he always did. He may not even understand it. But following you, was never just a command as a clone. It was his will as a man. He would've gladly followed you anywhere."

As you turned to face him, he looked at you with a deep brotherly concern. The pain of it all was almost too much for you to bear and it was plastered across your face. "I can't help him, Hunter. I can't even help myself."

"Just don't leave, yet." Hunter asked this favour of you, of an old friend. "Please."

"Alright, Hunter. I won't go, not yet."

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But you didn't return to Cid's. Not that night or any of the other three nights you were there.

Instead, you had headed to the Old Ord Mantell City ruins. You had camped out there for three days, trying to clear your mind. To commune with your Master. You'd had no luck with that since Order 66.

The sun was beginning to set on the old city; the ruins of an old civilisation from an era now forgotten. You kicked at the dirt, watching as it unsettled and floated just above the ground before landing soundless once again.

You honestly didn't know why you were still here. It is not as if the city had a pleasant history. Just like this ruined city, your relationship with the Bad Batch, with Crosshair, was long forgotten.

"Hunter said you had headed out this way," the sultry sound of Crosshair's voice made you jump. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even felt his approach. He wasn't in his armour anymore. He wore a simple and light black cloth across his chest and legs. Light enough that he could feel the breeze across his skin. He truly looked so fragile as a civilian, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"All of it." As you tried to stare him down, you realised how angry you truly were. At him. At the Empire. You scoffed and repeated his words, 'all of it'.

"Yes, all of it," you kicked at the dirt again as you spoke, "the Empire," you flipped your hand one way, "the Jedi," your hand flipped the other way, "the Sith." You stilled your hand this time, feeling the force about your fingers. "The failures of my people to do the one thing that was so fundamental to their core. Protect the people. Protect the fucking peace. We were nothing more than pawns in a game of war." You squinted as the sun reappeared from behind the ruin, behind Crosshair's head. His silhouetted form was frozen in space. "All of that is your fault, is it?" You didn't even know why you were arguing all of this.

"They were your friends, and they were killed. They were systematically killed by the people I put my faith in." Crosshair held up his hands slightly and moved towards you. "I should have kept my faith in my brothers. In you."

"You think I'm angry because you, what -" You yelled, turning away from him, "because you left me and fought for them? No, Crosshair," you sighed, "that wasn't your choice." You scoffed, "I am angry that my people failed you. They failed everyone. I have lost everything and everyone I held dear." You were yelling at the top of your lungs now, but not at Crosshair. You were just yelling into the wind. Your voice carried throughout the ruins. You felt the pain coursing throughout your system, and you were tired. You were so very, very tired.

"You didn't lose me."

"Good solider's follow orders, isn't that right?" You regretted it instantly.

He recoiled away from you the second you said it. He had managed to creep towards you; he was almost close enough to reach out and touch you but now? How could he? How could he touch you after this?

You regretted those words more than any you had ever spoken. He'd had no control and you knew it. He'd been conditioned and controlled. None of this was his fault. You had failed him, not the other way around. You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out. You simply sank to your knees in front of him and cried out a simple, "I'm sorry that I failed you, Crosshair."

He realised, in that moment, that you were as broken as he was. Perhaps there was enough left unbroken for the two of you to patch each other up. He realised he at least wanted to try and find out. He wanted to try because you were on your knees before him, crying. You were in pieces before him.

So, he sank to his knees in front of you and reached his un-gloved hand to your cheek. You felt him graze his knuckles across your cheekbone.

"My general," he whispers, as you continue to sob, "are you okay?" He repeated the words you had uttered to each other in secret all those years ago. You looked up at him, feeling the water still brimming under your eyes. As you shook your head in defeat, he said, "tell me what you need."

His hands found the points where your shoulders met your neck and he pushed your hair away. He rested his hands around the crook of your neck as he watched you try and centre yourself.

You eyes finally snapped up to his, red from the tears and the pain.

"I came here for you, Cross." You stated it so matter-of-factly to him that he was a left a little startled. "Hunter, he reached out more than once when you were working with the Empire. He begged me to help and I couldn't give it. I was weak. But then I hear from him, one final time, after months of silence and he said you were back and so, here I am." You sighed as you grasped at his hands at the base of his neck. Sighing at the sensation of your soft skin on his rough hands. You leant your head into one of his hands and closed your eyes. "I am sorry that I failed you Crosshair. But I promise... I will always come back for you. You are not my solider, and I am not your general. Yooba solus ner aliit."

You were his family. That is what you had told him. His love, he thought. Your affirmation made him smile, the first real smile he had felt on his lips in months.

He rested his forehead against yours and sighed so softly. He affirmed, "you will always be my general."

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[enigmatist17]

Being that Master Obi-Wan Kenobi often fought alongside Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, the 501st, and 212th respectively worked together far more often than most battalions.

So when they're requested to join the Resolute, it's not really questioned until the Negotiator comes out of hyperspace in orbit around the moon of some unnamed planet. It seemed a strange place to meet, but the ship hovers beside the Resolute dutifully as Anakin comes aboard with Ahsoka on one side, and Jesse flanking the other.

"Seems a bit strange Captain Rex isn't with you." Obi-Wan comments, a jest that goes unanswered.

"Obi-Wan, we need to talk." The serious tone coming from Anakin now gains Obi-Wan's entire attention, and for the first time since he could ever recall, Anakin doesn't crack some joke. "I'd like Commander Cody to join us as well."

"Is something the matter?" The older Jedi frowned, and something coils in his gut at the way Ahsoka doesn't even smile up at him.

"Trust us, this is important. We have information about a Separatist factory somewhere nearby." Jesse stood at perfect attention, placing one hand on Anakin's shoulder as if to reassure him. "We'd like for you to come to the Resolute, if that's alright, my men have schematics for us to look over."

"Certainly." Obi-Wan doesn't have to look around to see his men are picking up on the energy leaking from the other soldier into the Force, despite Jesse doing his best not to broadcast.

Fear, exhaustion, and pain.

That feeling is only magnified tenfold when the small party returns to the Resolute, and the normally loud halls filled with jokes and laughter are eerily silent as they're led to one of the medbays.

"Why are we in the medbay?" Commander Cody asked, drawing his weapon but holding it down when the door locked behind them. "What is going on?"

"We had to bring you to where there weren't ears listening in." Anakin sighed, shoulders slumping as he takes a seat on one of the beds.

"What do you mean? Has my ship been compromised?" Obi-Wan asked in concern, and Jesse stepped forward with a small cough.

"Sirs, every ship has been since day one of this war." Jesse removes his bucket, and Cody eyes the fresh scar on the right side of the ARC trooper's head.

"Where is Rex?" Cody frowned as he cut right to the chase, and feels dread coiling in his gut when Anakin glances over at Ahsoka with a pained expression. "I haven't heard from him in days, and I don't see him here."

"He's on the moon below." Ahsoka seems finally done with spitting around the bush, and steps forward. "We...we have a lot to tell you both, and it's best we wait until you're...examined Commander Cody."

"Examined? For what?" Cody wasn't sure what she was implying, just frustrated as he watched Kix come out from his office with two tools on a tray.

"They won't say it, so I will. Sir, you are a danger to everyone in this room right now, all of us here on the Resolute were until recently. The longnecks created us to be weapons to kill the Jedi, but we know how to prevent that." The medic pointed to a bed, and after a gentle nudge from Obi-Wan, the confused and stunned marshal sits down. "Everyone, out until I remove his chip."

"I'll stay," Jesse commented, and the three Jedi move to leave the room, the door relocking after the Jedi stepped through it and out into the hallway. "Rex ordered me to make sure he made it."

"I know. Cody, you won't be out for long." The medic grabbed one of the tools on his tray, and injected Cody once he was lying back.

It seemed like Cody had just closed his eyes when he blearily opens them, his head aching somewhat fierce as he sat up with a groan.

"Kote?" Blinking a few times, the room swims into focus as Cody looks around, locking eyes with the person sitting beside his bed.

"Rex?" The two had seen each other only a mere month ago, sharing some time on Coruscant off-duty just exploring a small part of the planet. The man sitting beside him was not the Rex he had spent his time with, this Rex looked as if he had aged twenty years and had the guilt and loss to back it up. "What...what happened to you? What's going on?"

"You know I'd never lie to you, right?" Rex is looking at him as if memorizing how Cody looked, in case he vanished right at this moment.

"Of course." Cody fully sits up as Rex continues to watch him, and knows full well the pain that is swirling deep in his eyes. "Talk to me."

"....I died, vod'ika." Rex swallows as Cody stares, but the marshal commander has enough sense to keep silent and let Rex speak uninterrupted.

What he hears? Cody doesn't realize he's crying until Rex moves to sit with him on the bed, the slightly older clone bringing Rex as close as physically possible while he just listens. He cannot fathom the years Rex lived, and the thought of being alone with no vod to turn to was a thought that made Cody's blood freeze.

He doesn't miss the way Rex flinches when the Jetti enter, instinctively moving to be between Rex and Anakin. The Knight looks slightly ashamed, and Obi-Wan places a tender hand on his shoulder, looking just as horrified as Cody did at the moment. For a moment no one says a word, Cody and Obi-Wan sharing a look that only they know the meaning of.

"Why are we here? At this moon?" Cody finally manages, not wanting any more of the stifling silence.

"This area already strangles any signals that could make it back to Coruscant, so the first move will be to strip the Negotiator," Anakin answered, pointedly looking everywhere but at the marshal. "After we get all of the chips out of the rest of the 212th...I don't know."

"We should try and alert the Jedi Council." Kenobi frowned, hand resting on his chin as he looked at his former padawan.

"We should look into Kamino as well, sir." Cody frowned. "Get the chips removed...the longnecks, they'll know how to stop this."

"Kamino is a good idea..." Anakin turned to head out, motioning for Ahsoka to follow suit. "Come on Snips, we have work to do."

"Yes master." Sparing Rex one last small smile she followed suit, and Rex seemed to breathe a little easier when Jesse followed like an attentive hawk.

"A dead zone isn't the only reason we're here, is it?" Kenobi sat on the bunk opposite Cody's, his tone kind as he watches the captain glance out the viewports on the opposite side of the room.

"The only reason Ahsoka and I survived...after she helped me, we had to fight against every single vod here."

He can still see the look of horror on her face when he couldn't fight the chip any longer, blasters raised and firing in the blink of an eye.

Jesse and his brothers, all bonded by blood and batch, firing when his plan failed. He can still hear their screams as the ship falls, some trying to save themselves while most tried to keep killing them.

Mangled body after mangled body pulled from flaming wreckage, helmets removed to mark graves that would fade away over time.

No one left to mourn the once illustrious 501st and newly formed 332nd.

Rex isn't sure if he said any of this out loud, or if Kenobi did some sort of Force magic, but Cody is hugging him tighter than he ever had. Kenobi has taken one of his hands, and it's the first time Rex had ever seen the older Jetti ever cry. The moon was barren when Rex flew down alone in his old Y-Wing, but he remembered where the fatal crash had occurred, and gave respect to the land that held no dead.

He promised that this wouldn't come to pass, not this time.

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[buckysdolls]

Your Archer of Infamy (Priest x You) Series

Chapter 1

The windscreen wipers were frantically leaping left to right fighting off the rain that was lashing against your windshield screen. Twelve years of driving and you’re a hundred percent sure this was the worst weather you’d ever driven in, not to mention you felt the pressures of being even more cautious than usual as Rhea was in the car with you. You and Rhea had been friends since 2017 when Rhea joined the company. You were older than her by three years and as soon as you were introduced to each other your personalities clicked. That’s why you made such a great tag team, best friends in the ring, best friends out the ring. You and Rhea tried to drown the sound out of the rain with your singing.

“Out the curtain, lights go up, I'm home..”

“WHOA!” Both you and Rhea belted out Downstrait’s ‘Kingdom’, Cody Rhodes’ entrance song. Your phone chimed, it was a photo message from Damian. As you were driving, Rhea opened it up for you, the photo was of Damian, Finn and Dom waiting in the hotel. 

“When are you two going to stop messing about and just do it?” Rhea blurted out, questioning the chemistry that lingered between you and Damian.

“Straight to the point as ever Rhea” Your exhale turning to laughter.

“We’re all just waiting for it to happen.”

“So am I” Your honesty had Rhea in stitches. She turned the music down that was on full blast to answer a video call she was receiving.

“Who is it?” You asked, wanting to look over but you knew you had to keep your eyes on the road. A chorus of ‘Hi’s’ told you it was Balor, Dom and Priest. 

“ETA?” Balor asked, Rhea looked over at your phone’s navigation app.

“Two minutes, we’re just round the corner.” Rhea replied. 

“Has she crashed yet?” Dom liked to pick on you, he was like a little brother to you. You constantly had playful back and forth spats with each other. 

“Fuck you Dom” keeping your eyes on the road you gave him the middle finger which Rhea pointed the camera at so Dom could see. As Rhea hung up you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, you both looked at each other and nodded as if you knew what each other was thinking. You both threw open the car doors, slamming them shut. Both of you hastily ran to the boot and grabbed whatever bags there were in an attempt to get as little wet as possible from the rain. Heads down to avoid the rain slapping into your faces as the heavy wind pushed it in your direction you both legged it over to the entrance, dropping the bags as soon as you were in the clear from the rain.

“That’s disgusting” You turned to Rhea gesturing to the rain.

“You got us here safely though” Rhea emphasised the word ‘safely’ loudly in an attempt to grab Dom’s attention as the three of them sat on comfortable leather chairs, their backs to the pair of you. They were waiting for you and Rhea to check in and change so you could all head to the gym together.

You and Rhea headed over to the front desk, as Rhea checked in Grayson Waller had approached you. He’d been trying for a while now, vying for your attention and you wondered how long he would keep up with it. You raised your eyebrows at him as if to question what he wanted, to which he just responded with a smirk, licking his lower lip and continuing to chew his gum. 

From afar, Priest watched the interaction. He wasn’t a fan of it, his knuckles were turning white from the hard grip he had on the arm of the chair. He knew you were well liked and often the desires of many lads in the locker room when the topic of conversation was the female roster. He couldn’t blame them though. You were genuinely one of the sweetest girls but for everyone else the talk was superficial, it was always your looks, to him he cared more about how you reflected the same rockstar lifestyle he lived. Thankful for all your opportunities. Trying to be the best version of yourself. Being happy. The look was just a bonus in the neatly wrapped up package. Balor and Dom noticed where Priest’s attention was currently drawn too, Waller rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Tell her bro!” Dom yelled into a whisper. Within an instant Dom’s attention was on Balor and Dom.

“Nah. I’m eleven years older than her, I’ll just be holding her back” Priest slumped back in his chair trying not to look over.

“Sounds like some bullshit excuse to me” Balor coughed in between each word. 

As Waller touched your arm you looked at it, as you did you tried to steal a glance over at Priest using your peripheral vision, you were hoping he was looking in your direction and to your pleasure he was. You adored Priest, you wanted him badly. He always gave you signals like touches and comments that told you it was reciprocated but he never acted up on it. You knew it was an ignorant thing to be doing but you tried to use the attention from other guys to get some sort of reaction out of him. 

“Can’t wait to see you in action tonight.” Waller’s attempt to flirt with you was cringeworthy but you smiled to play along.

“Thanks…”

“We can take the action back to my room later if you wanted?”

Internally you were gagging and trying not to let your face screw up into a ball in reaction to the cringe comments leaving his mouth. Overhearing the comments Rhea stepped in trying to save you from any more painful Waller interaction.

“Beat it Waller” Rhea rolled her eyes.

“Charming as always Rhea” Waller brought his hand up to his chest as if her words wounded him.

“I’m serious, we’ve got better things to do Grayson” Rhea turned you around so your back was to Waller and although you were finding it hilarious because of Rhea’s bluntness you mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. 

“Check-in” She whispered in your ear before grabbing her bags and walking away to the boys. 

“Think about my offer, yeah?” Waller said as he backed away.

You breathed deeply to regain your composure.

“Hi, I’d like to check in please?”

“Welcome, absolutely, what is the name on the reference?”

You gave the lady behind the counter your name and booking reference, her lips rolled thinly and her eyebrows furrowed as if she was confused. You observed her closely as she kept tapping and scrolling. She’d occasionally look up with apprehension on her face, as she looked at your smile. 

“I’m sorry Miss, it seems there has been a mix up with your booking. The room has been double booked.” 

“How does that even happen?” You huffed in disbelief.

“I’m not sure…” The lady was dumbfounded, as she looked up at you with regret. You weren’t one to yell, it wasn't her fault. 

“Any more rooms available?” You questioned hopefully.

The lady shook her head and pursed her lips outwards “ I’m afraid not, we’re fully booked because of the show. Neighbouring hotels are fully booked too. I could explain your situation to the current occupants and ask if they would mind vacating the room offering them a free stay another time?.”

You shook your head smiling kindly at the lady. 

“That won't be necessary. Could you just make sure you refund me the room please?” You could tell the lady really appreciated your level of calmness, you were almost certain she was used to being yelled at in situations like this.

“Of course, miss. Once again our apologies for this mix up and thank you for being so kind about it”

Turning your back to the counter, you huffed and rubbed your eyes in frustration before making your way over to the group.

“What’s with the long face?” Dom asked. 

“ I don’t have a room, they gave my room to someone else” You flopped over the arms of the chair Damian was sitting on so you were laid across him, letting your body go limp. 

“Shit. I’ve got Buddy staying tonight…” Rhea replied implying she couldn’t offer you space as her boyfriend would need the room. You pulled yourself up like a sit up  then dropped yourself onto the lap of Damian.

“It’s fine, I'll sleep out here. We only ever get five hours of sleep on the road anyway. Zero hours tonight won't hurt. Beside its comfortable”

“It’s only comfortable because you’re sitting on Damian” Dom pointed at the pair of you, You turned to look at Priest who was smirking at you which in turn made the corners of your lips curl upwards. Your eyes darted quickly between his dark eyes and lips, likewise he copied you. You could both sense the tension between you as you’d both forgotten where you were as silence filled the air. 

“I aint complaining” Priest broke first and spoke up, his hands in the air. You refocused, turning back to face everyone else.

“Thanks for stating the obvious Dom” your sarcasm causing everyone to snicker. Priest put one arm round the back of you to lean on your waist.

“Take my bed, I can take the floor for a night” Priest said. You turned to look at Priest, you couldn’t help but look at him lovingly. 

“I can’t do that” 

“I’m not letting you sleep out here on your own” Damian’s other hand gravitated to your leg, settling in between your thighs. 

“This makes me sick” Dom joked as you looked down at the hand. Damian followed your gaze and instantly removed his hand and pushed up to make you both stand up. 

“C’mon let's go.” Priest ignored you as he walked past as if to pretend he didn’t just have you sat on him, his hand grazing your inner thigh..

“Meet here in ten yeah?” Rhea asked and everyone nodded in agreement. You followed behind Damian up to his room. 

The day had dashed by, you were now alone with Priest in the hotel room. You opened the bathroom door to see him in his boxers and you in the only bedtime clothes you had, your lingerie, you weren’t expecting having to share a room with anyone okay! Sometimes pyjamas aren’t needed! You sighed quietly, trying to maintain your composure seeing Damian this way. 

“I’m sorry I dont have pyjamas otherwise I’d wear them” You became nervous as you walked towards Priest, you weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were suddenly overcome with anxiety with how you looked or if it was because Priest made you nervously giddy.

“No need to apologise 

“Like what you see?” Priest’s low gruff voice asked you. Priest was astounded by you, only asking you that question because he liked what he saw.  You rolled your eyes in amusement.

“It’s alright I suppose” You shrugged your shoulders

You watched as Priest laid down on the floor and grabbed the blanket off the bed, his actions confusing you. 

“You’re not actually sleeping there are you?” Priest folded his arms behind his head to lean on, his muscles tensing making your self control even weaker as he just gazed up at you.

“I dunno? Am I?” Reverse psychology… good one you thought. You dropped on to the bed telling Damian to get in. You didn’t need to tell him twice and he was up onto the bed and settled next to you. You turned over to face him, your faces inches apart, all Priest wanted to do was pull you into him and on top of him, his hands grabbing at your ass as you kissed intensely over and over again, him manoeuvring your body to grind against him.

“What do you think of Waller?” His thoughts shattered instantly. Why were you asking him about Waller? Not wanting to let you know he was confused or disappointed, he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Seems fine” Damian’s reply was blunt. 

“I think he wants to go on a date..”

“Enjoy it” Damian smiled and quickly turned over like he was giving you the cold shoulder. He was… he didn’t want to hear about your feelings towards Waller, not that you actually had any. Your reasoning in bringing Waller up had the intention of making Damian jealous and maybe get him to admit his feeling so you could too but his responses had you feeling that your desired outcome had failed.

During the night Damian was woken by your slow movement of turning over and placing your arm over his midsection, curling up to him and resting your forehead on his back. He didn’t want to wake you so he let you cuddle up to him. Was he really going to let someone like Waller get to you before he could?

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[brigittttoo]

Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Both @elwenyere and @goddammitjim had open tags and this sounded fun! Let's see what the stats say:

Most hits

Slow Waters - Star Wars, 37k, Codywan, 7123 hits

The events of seven days in the mid-autumn of 2025, between the arrival of the Fett brothers -- the three-man Ranger team nicknamed "The Clones" by the general public -- to the Tokyo Shatterdome, and the last mission made against the Kaiju invasion.

Second most kudos

Inexpressibly to Untangle - Star Wars, 6k, Codywan, 533 kudos

"He’d always wondered why they’d called it that, when they can see real stars all the time, and the rearrangement of blood pressure just greys out his vision. It’s nothing like crisp white sparks of light on a vast black field, or a little speck of red on a purple sunset, or three yellow suns burning in tandem on the horizon." A post-Order 66 canon AU in which Obi-Wan and Cody crash-land on Endor.

Third most comments

Portrait of Monsieur X - Captive Prince, 37k, Damen/Laurent, 47 comment threads

"Without moving, Laurent spoke. “I wonder how long it takes for a portrait to become something different than its subject,” he said quietly. Damen wondered if this was a question he was truly meant to answer." It's the 1890s and Damen is hired to paint Laurent's portrait. A fic with guilt, ruin, and love.

Fourth most bookmarks

Wolfssegen - Star Wars, 7k, Codywan, 42 bookmarks

"Three years ago, just after Cody took on the old house on the outskirts of a small town, there had been a full moon, and Cody had woken the next morning to find the mangled remains of an iron wolf trap strewn across his back steps. The next full moon, he'd dragged a chair outside and waited up all night, and watched the patient glow of Obi-Wan's eyes from just beyond the tree-line." A vaguely historical, vaguely German story about wolves and magic.

Fifth most words

What Year Was Our House Built? - Star Wars, Codywan, 23,713 words

Cody and Obi-Wan live a peaceful, domestic life in a beautiful house, but all is not what it seems. When they start to have dreams of a different world, and objects start to appear in their home, and something in the basement just doesn't feel right-- that's when someone has to ask: What Year Was Our House Built?

Least words (not counting artworks)

Corn? - Venom (Marvel), Chickens, 354 words

A brief glimpse into the navigations of chickens Sonny and Cher in Eddie and Venom's life.

Tags: Open for anyone who sees this!! what a fun little glimpse into what I usually try not to look at. Numbers are not usually very large but I'm so proud of everything on this list. Yes, even the chicken one.

#my fic #star wars

[judgementdaysunshine]

Hi! Could I request a HC of how the clones react to their S.O having a nightmare?

Absolutely dear!

Waxer

He noticed you turning and twisting looking at you immediately knowing you were having a nightmare

He gently wakes you calmly talking to you as you wake up realizing that what you saw was only a nightmare as he came back in with a cup of water

He will listen and ask questions if you explain the nightmare to him but if you don't want to talk about it right away he doesn't mind

He will rub your arm gently and hug you until he knows you're falling asleep and once you fall back asleep fully he will wait for a few more minutes before he falls back asleep as well

He will always wait and stay awake for a few minutes for the next few weeks just in case if the nightmares continue

Boil

He immediately thinks you're hurt until he realizes you're asleep and having a nightmare trying to wake you up

He will ask you as soon as you wake up about it but will never be upset if you don't talk about it right away just sitting with you until you fall back asleep

He has nightmares frequently and understands not wanting to talk but will listen as you tell him of the nightmare no matter how long it takes

He will keep an extra eye on you making sure that you sleep through the night and if you keep having them he will make sure to sit there and comfort you

He will be sure you're asleep before he goes out even when he is exhausted and had a long day and or last couple of weeks

Cody

He's been a light sleeper ever since the war started so he knows when something is happening when he hears you tossing and turning

He gently wakes you up by calling your name and gently rubbing your arm until you finally wake up from the nightmare

He will hold you whether you tell him or not he will hold you in his arms rubbing your back for as long as needed

He will stay like that until you are asleep with your head on his chest staying awake until just before 5 to make sure you stay asleep

He will always listen without judgement no matter what the nightmare is about or how long it happens for

He always helps you relax to help you sleep better and longer making sure to always tell Obi wan that you just needed a little bit more sleep

Rex

He definitely would be a very light sleeper even when he really is asleep he is very easy to wake up even with a small "Hey" and he's up

He would be scared at first seeing you have a nightmare and will hold you tightly saying he was there and would never leave

He will not sleep for the next while until the nightmares fully stop or if you do have them more than once in a night he will get your mind off them by relaxing you almost like jelly so you go deep asleep

He will watch you occasionally falling asleep then waking up watching you for an hour or two always gently calming you or rubbing your arm as you fall back asleep

If the two of you had long days and you're still awake he will massage you or just stand in the warm shower deeply massaging your aching muscles and washing you until you are very tired carrying you to bed and holding you as you fall asleep to his warmth

He will make sure to either have your head in the crook of his neck or his chest to your back sensing the skin on skin contact will help you fall asleep and stay asleep

#captain rex #waxer x reader #commander cody #star wars #boil x reader #star wars x reader #boil #waxer #cody x reader #rex x reader

[deniigi]

Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan Fic Recs

Star Wars: Jedi Apprentice -The Rising Force - Dave Wolverton

Free link above (archive.org) to read the first adventure that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have together.

It’s Legends canon. If folks would like to see how Qui-Gon Legends-canonically interacts with 12 year old Obi-Wan and how Obi-Wan drives him up a fucking wall, please read this. It is hysterical to me.

 A Patrician with Mud on His Boots - davaia

Two decades after Qui-Gon Jinn left Initiate Kenobi to his fate in the AgriCorps, the two are reunited on Bandomeer and must forge a new relationship.

When the world gets too heavy put it on my back - nematoda

Obi-Wan is different when it comes to relationships. Not in a bad way, just... different.

Studies of platonic love in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi, exploring the master/padawan relationship with Qui-Gon and eventually with Anakin.

Circles. - outpastthemoat

Qui-Gon's gaze is drawn to a corner of the tunnel, where the boy is waiting, arms wrapped loosely around his knees.   Obi-Wan is still outfitted in the miner’s thermosuit he had been given to wear on the deep sea mining platform, his face still streaked black with oil and days of built-up grime.  

And he notices, again, the pale white collar around the boy’s neck.

I have failed him. I should have been there.

New growth. - outpastthemoat

When Qui-Gon returns to his quarters in the Temple, he is not surprised to find that the plants in the window have dried out and wilted.  

He had not expected to be away from the Temple for so long, and therefore he had made no effort to ensure that his small collection of greenery would be cared for.  He had boarded a freighter bound for Bandomeer, anticipating a swift return, never once suspecting the events that would follow, keeping him from returning to his home.  

Qui-Gon has thought of nothing but his new padawan since then.  He had not given his plants a second thought.  

Now it has been months since Qui-Gon has stepped foot in his own rooms.  He surveys the dead and dying plants and considers the effects his neglect has wrought.

This is not how it should be, he realizes with dismay.  I was supposed to bring him home.

Recovery - Firondoiel, happygiraffe, LuvEwan, sanerontheinside

Qui-Gon survives on Naboo, but Obi-Wan is left seriously injured by Darth Maul. This series follows the impact the long and difficult recovery has on their lives.

mouth moving in the shape of your name - Petrichor (Mythmaker)

 "What are you doing?"

 "Learning about ghosts," was the curt response.

It was such a strange thing to say. Rex leaned back. "What?"

Cody pushed the 'pad over. It was an article. No - an obituary. An extensive one, published to one of the more popular news outlets out of Coruscant. Just about ten, ah, thirteen years ago. Funny coincidence.

 "Who is this?" Rex asked before further inquiry died on this tongue. A headshot of the man in question showed up when he scrolled. Long, greying hair, partially tied back. A surprisingly calm expression, crow’s feet and a beard.

 "Qui-Gon Jinn." [...]

That was a familiar face. He knew that face. ==

In which the war Rex was born for ends early, his brothers get a new lease on life, he starts seeing dead people, and he gets married to his former general.

Not necessarily in that order.

*Some of my own fics (shamelessly)

a town called stagnation - deniigiq

“When the cottage is done, if you want to go home, we will tell the Council that you want to,” Qui-Gon says at the inn's ceiling. “But you have to promise me that you will try some Stewjoni things. They will want to see that you’ve tried to participate in the culture, Obi-Wan.”

“I don’t want to," Obi-Wan snaps.

(As part of their mutual probation period after Melida/Daan, the council sends Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to the town of Coan-Connach on Stewjon, so that Obi-Wan can decide if he wants to continue with on the path to become a jedi or if he would like to return to his family. Coan-Connach, however, is a small town struggling to keep up its idyllic facade).

poisoned chalice - qigiined

“Hello, padawan Kenobi,” Master Dooku says, kneeling down and offering Obi-Wan a hand to shake.

Obi-Wan’s eyes follow him. He says nothing even as he lowers his head and takes Master Dooku’s hand. Master doesn’t let on, but Qui feels a little blip of intrigue at Obi-Wan’s size, or rather, his lack thereof.

“My name is Yan Dooku,” Master explains, “I am the master of your master. I sent your master an invitation for you and him to join the rest of our lineage for a meal. How does that sound to you?”

“No,” Obi-Wan says.

(Dooku organizes a dinner party for his lineage. Qui-Gon struggles the the fallout of putting his youngest apprentice's welfare before his master's demands.)

pines and needles - qigiined

“He is an owlet,” Qui-Gon corrects. “A Stewjoni. They are tawny with spots. His genes are quite affected, even more than it appears on the surface.”

Feemor loves his master, but he does not care. He would like to hold the chick now, please.

“Owlet, Feemor.”

Chick chick chick chick chick chick chick, please.

(Prequel to to take flight wherein Obi-Wan is an owl-person who requires enrichment.)

#qui-gon jinn #qui-gon #Obi-Wan Kenobi #fic recs #please for the love of all that is holy read the first Jedi Apprentice book #It will take not even an hour #and Obi-Wan is a little gremlin in it #and it has changed my view of him permanently

[clonemedickix]

Rating: M

Word count: 800

Pairing: TBB Echo x OC General Lara Lin

Warnings: angst, grief, coping with loss

***Entire body of work has NSFW entries in many chapters. See my pinned master list for labeling, or heed the warnings on AO3***

Excerpt Summary - Blurb out of context, don’t ask too many questions if you don’t want to know the answers… Lara and Echo have a chat trying to sort out personal grief.

Echo found Lara on Fives’ hill, sitting leaned back against the great live oak tree in the shade. It wasn’t overly warm; by regional standards it was a pleasant day, though Echo found it somewhat muggy. The grass was a brilliant emerald green, and below in the pasture grazed her prized horses, led by her old war mount, Barbaro. It was a peaceful scene, though he wondered why she still came here even after Fives had fallen silent in her life, barred from contacting her from Valinor anymore.

He was curious what she would do when she returned to Nidhogg, now that her mission of vengeance was over. Would she simply fade into the background, to raise her children? He couldn’t imagine that she would be happy, so domesticated. The children would need training and education on using their gifts, so it wouldn’t be completely sedate, but he still got the impression that she would feel out of place, useless and extraneous.

“Now that Primer is gone, who is going to lead Nidhogg?,” he asked her lightly.

Lara looked over at him, a little startled at the question. It had seemingly come out of left field. She shrugged a shoulder and drawled, “I dunno. There’s multiple people there that can take up that mantle. Boost is over the Dragons, but there’s Howzer, Volte, Wolffe, not to mention Cody. Maybe they should have an election.”

“Why not you?,” Echo asked pointedly.

“Because that’s not my role, and never has been,” she immediately returned.

“You were a queen!,” Echo protested. “And a general, if that doesn’t matter.”

“I was a really pretty broodmare wearing a crown, Echo.” Lara looked at him wryly. “I’m not sure that automatically qualifies me for leadership of a people.” She paused while Echo laughed at the analogy.

“A beautiful broodmare in a crown,” Echo corrected her.

“Sure. Regardless, General, former queen… it doesn’t matter. I was created to fight, to be a warrior, not a ruler. I have no desire to delve into politics further than making snide comments about it.” Lara shook her head as she said it, and hoped the matter would drop.

“I think you should give it some consideration; the community as a whole more or less assume you will take over the leadership,” Echo said carefully.

“No. I won’t be there forever, Echo. I’m not someone that can be counted on to remain, nor even always act appropriately. For kriff’s sake - I just finished leveling a planet out of petty revenge. That’s not who you want for a leader. If you want my opinion, you should make Cody the leader, while Boost commands the Dragons.” Lara looked hard at her friend. “I’m not available for that sort of thing, nor will I be.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll… spread the word around, though I know there will be a lot of disappointed people.”

“Maybe they should be grateful and relieved. A pretty face does not a ruler make, though ironically in your case, you all have very handsome faces…,” Lara said, her words trailing off in thought. “On second thought, a pretty face sometimes does a ruler make, but only under certain circumstances.”

Echo laughed. “It’s good to see you able to joke a bit, after so long.”

Lara didn’t have a reply for that, but gave Echo a small smile. “It still hurts. I feel so raw inside, knowing when I get back to Nidhogg, he won’t be there. That I have to wait the whole rest of my lifetime to see him again.” She looked off, over the tree-filled horizon, closing her eyes as a breeze whispered past. “I wasted so much time, trying to be some person that I’m not,” she said bitterly.

“It wasn’t a waste. He was honored to follow you, to serve you, regardless of whether he ever was allowed to touch you as a lover. He would have accepted a life without ever knowing what it was like to make love to you, so long as you kept him as your commander and trusted friend.” Echo reached over a touched her hand, which was fiddling with grass hectically, as Lara struggled to manage her emotions. “Hey. Look at me,” he commanded gently. When she met his eyes, he said, “I’m positive, having known him as long as you, that he counted his life completely fulfilled, for being given the time with you that he was, and being allowed to lay down his life for you in the end. Primer could not have asked for more.” Echo squeezed her hand lightly, his eyes communicating he felt the same, as Lara gazed back at him, his words visibly stinging her already wounded heart. Echo knew there was little he could really say that would make the pain go away for her, but she needed to hear these things. In the meantime, he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against his shoulder.

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a fic for @tdlover1126 who asked for some team amazon femslash. hope you enjoy!!

(also on my ao3)

“Sierra, can I…can I talk to you?”

“Of course, Codykins! Any time!” Sierra angles her makeshift wheelchair to face him. “We are best friends now, duh.”

“Right.” It’s a bajillion degrees up here at the top of the volcano, waiting for Heather or Alejandro to come in first place. Sierra is actually feeling pretty lucky to be bald right now, judging by the way Lindsay keeps brushing stray strands of sweaty hair out of her face and - is Trent actually dripping? So gross! She should remember to snap a picture of that.

“So, um.” Cody looks super awkward, unsure and nervous. “I don’t really know how to say this…”

“Do you need to hide a body?” Sierra asks him expectantly. “Because I know of a couple veeeery discreet spots.”

“I didn’t kill anyone, Sierra.”

“Just checking!”

“No, it’s…” He fidgets. “Well…you know how we were on Team Amazon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And how Chris and all the guys kept making fun of me because I was the only dude on the team…”

“Oh, but that didn’t matter!” Sierra squeals. “You were like our honorary little boy-toy!”

“Right.” Cody sighs. “But that’s just the thing. I…I’m not, like…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s…I can’t…”

“Cody,” she says sincerely, laying a hand overtop of his. “I promise that I will not judge you. No matter what. You can trust me.”

“Sierra,” he says, and looks up at her with an expression like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m a girl.”

She blinks. Blinks again.  “You mean, like, you’re trans?”

“Well, uh…” Cody shrugs half-heartedly, nods. “Yeah, I guess. Yeah.”

“How long have you known?” Sierra can’t help but question.

Another shrug. “Dunno. My whole life? Since a week ago? It’s hard to pinpoint an exact…moment. You know?”

She nods. “Sure. So…do you want to use she/her pronouns from now on?”

Cody’s face muscles stop twitching, relaxing with relief. “Yes! I - Thank you, Sierra. I had a feeling you’d understand.”

“Well, I am your biggest fan,” she reminds her. “If I didn’t keep tabs on every little thing about you, then who would?”

Cody laughs, glancing downward. The gap between her teeth seems extra cute today. A bead of sweat drips its way down her nose. “I was thinking…Could you call me Jody from now on? I know it’s not that different from Cody, but…” She flushes - it might be due to the heat, but Sierra chooses to ignore that particular notion. “...I think it suits me.”

Sierra reaches out, and pinches her cheek. “Of course, Jodykins! You know, I’ve always been way more into girls than guys…”

Jody grins, Gosh that tooth gap!!! “You’re the first person I’ve ever told.”

Sierra smiles at her. “Thank you for trusting me, Jody. I’m super excited for you!!”

“Yeah. Me too.” A beat. “Hey, Sierra?”

“Yeah?”

“I was kinda thinking…you know, now that the game’s over and we can go back to normal life…Would you maybe wanna - “

“Look!” shouts Owen suddenly, pointing up ahead. “It’s them!”

Sure enough, Alejandro has crested the hill, Heather trudging slowly behind him. Sierra starts to feel that familiar rush of adrenaline she gets whenever a full-stakes no-holds-barred totally dramatic finale is on.

“Honey-baby-bear, I totally wanna hear what you have to say,” she starts. “But I really have to be invested in this endgame right now.”

Next to her, Jody giggles. “Sure. I totally understand.” They both turn their attention forward to the game at play.

And atop the chair’s armrest, a hand reaches out to grasp Sierra’s own.

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