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greaterawarness · 3 years

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Moving On Ch. 12 The Palace

(Set around 6 months after order 66. AU on how Rex finds Wolffe and Gregor and ends up on Seelos.)

Wolffe

Focus. He needed to focus. When the ringing in his ears finally disappears and the sounds of past battles fade away Wolffe is finally able to see his screen more clearly. He shakes his head and checks the time. An hour this time. His blackouts were lasting much longer. He lets out an aggravated sigh and tries to finish his report. A knock at his office door pulls his attention away.

“Still at it?” Boost asks. The clone crosses his arms and leans against the doorway. Wolffe shakes his head.

“Just finishing up.” Wolffe breathes. His brother smirks before leaning over his desk.

“Come on,” He says with the toss of his chin. “Let’s get some chow.”

Not appearing to make any process with the report, Wolffe decides to follow his brother’s lead. They walk through what used to be the Jedi temple. Now it acts as Emperor Palpatine’s Palace. Wolffe still wasn’t used to all the changes. Before this place housed such warmth and safety. Now? It feels like he’s always being watched. Like everyone’s just waiting for him to mess up. He swallows while balling his hands into fists. They walk into the galley filled with white stormtrooper uniforms. While waiting in line Wolffe became uncomfortably aware of all the nonclones blending in. It gave him a sour taste in his mouth. Didn’t sit right with him. Boost has to elbow him for him to realize they had got to the front. Wolffe gets the same thing Boost gets and follows him to a table filled with familiar clones. Before he would eat with the other Commanders. And Rex. Pain shot across his head like remembering the good old days with his friend was physically painful. So, he shook his head and focused on the people in front of him. Neyo stabs at his food the same way he always did. Bacara judges Neyo silently from across the table and Boost pushes his food around mixing the things together before shoveling it into his mouth. He guessed some things never changed.

“You hear Bly’s back?” Neyo asks. Wolffe pokes at his food.

“Was he… successful?” Wolffe asks cautiously. Bacara grins with a hmph.

“It’s what I hear. Gave those traitors what’s coming to them.” Neyo chuckles while continuing to stab at his plate. Boost arches a brow at him.

“And you all say I’m childish.” He mumbles. Neyo stares at Boost while reaching over and stabbing at his bread roll before taking a bite out of it. Boost lets out a tired sigh and lets it go. It was Neyo after all. Was never right in the head. Wolffe stared down at his plate. He tries lifting a bite to his mouth when his hand begins to shake.

“Commander Wolffe.”

Wolffe squeezes his eyes shut.

“I want you to watch my back in our next mission.” He had said. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Of course, General. I’ll always be there to watch your back.”

Wolffe slaps his hand over his mouth dropping his fork. Everyone looks up from the table at Wolffe. He gags before leaping from the table and running for the refresher.

After vomiting essentially nothing but stomach acid, Wolffe rests with his back against the refresher stall wall. He rubs his face while waiting for his nausea to die down. The door to the refresher opens.

“Wolffe?” Boost calls out. Wolffe groans and looks to the side when his brother stands over him. “You’re throwing up again.”

“Yeah, it’s just something I ate. Don’t worry about it.” Wolffe says with a little wave like it was nothing. Boost crosses his arms and leans against the stall door.

“The thing is, Commander, I know for a fact you haven’t eaten in two days so… I know its not that.” Boost says staring down at him. Wolffe frowns deeper before trying to get to his feet. Boost helps him up so he can walk to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Wolffe stares at his reflection. He’s lost a lot of weight over the past six months. His cheeks were hollow and eyes sunken in. Wolffe used to pride himself on his health and made it a priority to stay in top physical shape. Now he was nothing more then a ghost of his former self.

“I’ll be fine, Boost.” Wolffe says once he can stand up straight. Boost doesn’t look convinced.

“Have you thought about going to the medbay?” Boost asks slowly. Wolffe shakes his head.

“I’m fine. No need.” He says. He places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go back.”

Knowing there was nothing he could say to change Wolffe’s mind, Boost follows his Commander back to their table. Boost watches Wolffe in the corner of his eye. Wolffe is only able to stomach a nibble here and there but mostly spends his time moving his food around. When they’re done eating, they both decide to retreat to their barracks. Wolffe sits on Boost’s bunk while watching him clean his blaster. He was uncomfortably aware of the empty bunk above Boost’s bed. Wolffe looks down at his hands.

“I’m glad he’s gone.” Boost says from his seat on a crate. Wolffe frowns at him.

“What?”

“Sinker. I’m glad he’s gone.” Boost goes on. Wolffe stiffens ready to chew him out when Boost gives a sad smile. “Do you really think Sinker would be okay with all these… changes?”

“I… I suppose not.” Wolffe sighs at last.

“He wouldn’t be happy if he is here. I like to think he’s cracking terrible jokes somewhere with all the other fallen brothers.” Boost says while setting his blaster aside. “And one day we’ll be able to see each other again. And you know, hear those awful jokes of his.”

“I like that.” Wolffe says softly. Wolffe looks up at Boost. “Are you happy?”

Boost doesn’t answer at first. He crosses his arms and stares at the ground thinking.

“You know me Commander,” Boost says after a while. “I can roll with the punches. I’m more worried about you. I mean, someone has to mother hen you since…”

Boost trails off. Wolffe stares at the floor feeling his stomach churn.

“Well, you know.” Boost sighs while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” Wolffe whispers while squeezing his hands into tight fists. “I know.”

“Commander Wolffe.” A voice cuts through Wolffe’s thoughts. Wolffe stiffens at the sight of the clone in white and blue armor. Wolffe stands.

“Commander Appo, how can I help you?” Wolffe asks. Appo gives a half smile. It was hard to believe little Appo has become the man he is today. Not many know that he and Appo trained under Alpha. Along with Rex, Cody, Gree, and many others. Most of them became commanders and captains but Appo was happy falling behind. Now look at him. He’s become one of the most feared commanders in the Empire. Boost frowns at him narrowing his eyes.

“You are being summoned.” He says plainly. All the color drains from Wolffe’s face. Boost jumps to his feet.

“But why?” Boost asks angrily. Appo frowns at him.

“When he summons you, you do not ask questions.” Appo hisses. He turns to leave before turning back. “And I wouldn’t take my time if I were you. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Wolffe watches Appo disappear out of the 104th barracks. Wolffe swallows the vomit in his throat and grabs his helmet. Boost grabs his arm.

“Why does he want you?” he asks with eyes full of concern.

“I don’t know.” Wolffe answers honestly. Boost reluctantly let’s go of his arm. Wolffe walks quickly out of the barracks and down the hall. His mind races with why he’s being summoned. He’s failed to capture Rex and that shaper girl. He tries to swallow his fear. It wouldn’t help him where he’s going. He stops in front of his door. He takes a moment to compose himself before stepping inside.

The temperature drops once inside. Wolffe stands inside the room between two others. He was not expecting to see Gregor or an inquisitor standing at the end of the long table. Gregor glances over him looking as lost as he was. Wolffe pops to attention.

“You summoned me,” Wolffe says as confidently as he could. “Lord Vader.”

Lord Vader’s breathing was the only sound in the room. The tall dark figure slowly turns to face them. Appo stands at his side looking calm and composed. Almost comfortable next to one of the most frightening beings Wolffe has ever seen.

“Commander,” Lord Vader starts. “You have been tasked with hunting down and capturing Captain Rex and the Shaper woman.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Wolffe says managing to stay calm and firm.

“So far all your attempts have ended with failure.”

“Yes… My Lord.” He says feeling his voice almost crack. Lord Vader turns to look out the window out on Courscant.

“And clone force 99?” He asks.

“Still at large, my Lord.” Wolffe says not sure if his throat was tightening or if it was just getting harder to swallow.

“I am sending you along with Commander Gregor and one of my inquisitors to apprehend these fugitives.” He goes on. “I want them back alive.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Wolffe says uneasily. He gives them the signal that they are dismissed but as Wolffe turns to leave.

“And Commander,” Lord Vader says stopping him in his tracks. “Do not fail me again.”

“Yes, Lord Vader.” Wolffe says with the last bit of composure he had left. When the doors close behind him, he lets out a shaky breath. Gregor does the same.

“He’s a bit scary, right?” Gregor grins at him. Wolffe stares at him for a moment before walking on. The inquisitor gives a laugh while walking beside him.

“I could feel your fear.” She purrs next to him.

“Get away from me.” He snarls. She only grins wider.

“I look forward to commanding you, Commander.” She says. He frowns at her before turning down a hallway. He walks back to his barracks like Vader might come after him. When Boost spots him he runs to his side.

“What happened?” He asks urgently. Wolffe takes a moment to regain himself.

“We have one last chance to find Rex.” He says while putting his hands on his hips. Boost frowns.

“Rex was one of the best soldiers in the army. How are we going to catch him?” Boost asks. Wolffe shakes his head.

“He’s still only a man, Boost.” Wolffe says. But even as he says it, he’s unsure himself. As if Rex being one of the best was bad enough, now he has that fire throwing girl at his side. He always did attract the strangest of people. Wolffe hoped with everything he had that he would be able to capture Rex. And deep down as much as he tried to hide it, he hoped that he wouldn’t.

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writer1 · 3 years

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A regretful Wolf and his Beauty

Chapter Six

Beast!Rex x Fem!reader.

Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands.

A/N: Hey, this is a collaborative fic between myself and @ahsokatano-thetogruta.

Warnings: Hurt, hatred of self.

Rex sees everyone around him shuffle as best they can towards him a bit more, but not too close as to make him feel uncomfortable. A small dessert fork hop over towards him. "Rex! I'm glad you're okay." The little fork smiles with relief that his Vod'ika is okay. It takes Rex a second to know who this is, but then he sees patterns along the handle. "Bly?" The small fork nods.

"Yeah, I'm glad you're okay Rex. We were all so worried as soon as you ran away from us." Rex feels guilty that he had run away from everyone, but he was also so scared and hated that everyone transformed because of him.

"I'm sorry this happened. To all of you. I should've just controlled my actions more, then…" Rex's ears press back against his head harshly, trying to avoid eye contact from everyone as much as he possibly can. "Then this wouldn't have happened to you all."

Everyone disagrees, shaking their heads as much as they can, seeming as they are now objects. "It's okay, Rex. This was never your fault." Bly hops over to Rex and leans against him, giving him as much of a hug as he can. Rex feels slightly better with a hug and his ears perk up slightly. His tail starts to wag from the happy feeling. Rex grabs his tail, feeling embarrassed that it's wagging in front of everyone.

“It’s okay Rex, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” Rex nods, hugging his fifteen year old brother with one hand carefully. He acts so much older than he is sometimes. “Everyone's right young one, this isn’t your fault.” Rex looks up to see another suit of armor, this one has a helmet that looks like a Kel Dor’s, Rex realizes that it’s Knight Plo. He’s followed by four little tea cups, one with a scratch through its eye. “Uncle Plo.” Rex whispers, the thirty-five year old Knight walks up to him.

He pets his head, not like he’s a dog but like he’s trying to comfort him. “It’s going to be okay, we’ll all figure this out. Together.” the little teacup with the scratch through his eye hops up. “Yeah Rex, we’ll all figure it out together, like Buir said.” Rex nods, recognizing the little teacup to be Wolffe.

“Thanks Wolffe, what happened to your eye?” Rex asks, and Wolffe flinches a little at the memory. “The witch threw a glass at me, it cut my eye, I can’t see out of it now.” Rex carefully picks Wolffe up, taking a closer look at his eye.

“WHAT!!!” Kix comes flying over to them, getting in between the two, he takes a close look at Wolffe's eye while Rex, Plo, and Wolffe’s brothers watch. Kix sighs. “I can’t fix it, even if we were human. You’re blind in that eye now, Vod’ika.” Rex whines, feeling bad for his Vod’ika. He pulls the teacup up to his face, nuzzling him.

“Thanks Rex, it’s okay. It’s just one eye.” Rex pulls him away, resisting the urge to lick him to comfort the kid, he has no idea why the urge came up and he’d rather not. “I hate that she hurt you, she already transformed us but she had to take your eye too.” A deep growl emanates from Rex’s chest, startling everyone, including himself. "Sorry…"

"It's alright, we have all changed so we are all bound to be different in some way." 99 shuffles over, the bad batch follows close behind him. 99 wishes that the young prince could see his smile, but being an old-looking broom means that he doesn't have a face. Rex nods, he understands that everyone has changed, but he feels bad because some of them don't have faces anymore and most of them don't even have anything that resembles that they were once people.

Ahsoka strokes the fur on Rex's finger, still hugging it. "Yeah, you're just a giant puppy now!" Her little face is too adorable and Rex just chuckles at her. "I guess I am, little Soka." Her smile beams brightly as she nuzzles Rex.

"I love how soft it is." She adds, making some of the others make little aw sounds at the young Togruta, because of how adorable she is.

Rex smiles shyly "It is?" Ahsoka giggles a little, nodding her head. "Yup!" A moment later, Rex's stomach growls loudly, making the little music box jump. He feels embarrassed and his cheeks heat up. 99 chuckles at Rex. “Looks like you're going to have to get the boy some food, Cody. We’ll all talk more tomorrow, it's starting to get late anyway.” Cody nods at the broom as best he can, shuffling over to Rex.

“Yeah, we’re going to bed once we get him something to eat, does anyone want to come to the kitchen with us?” Obi Wan, Kix, Jesse, Anakin, Bly, Fives, Ahsoka and Echo walk up to them. “Kiara and Padme offered to put Stutter to bed for us. He's tired, but Ahsoka isn’t yet, or so she says.” Fives explains, but Cody shakes his head.

“You four should be going to bed too, it's late. You too Anakin.” Obi Wan nods, agreeing with Cody. Fives and Echo have pleading looks on their faces, so does Bly, Anakin would too if he could, but Cody stands firm. “Can they… can they please come Cody. I need you guys around me, even if it isn’t everyone.” Rex pleads, making Cody sigh. He can’t say no with how much his Rex’ika is hurting right now.

Cody turns to Obi Wan, who nods in permission for Anakin to come. “Fine, you can all come, but as soon as Rex is done, everyone is going to bed. Understood!?” they all nod, including Rex, and start heading to the kitchen while everyone who can move head to their rooms, the ones who can’t are camping out in the ballroom for the night.

Rex and the little group make it to the kitchen, Rex is once again walking behind the others. “Rex! Cody! Somebody!” they both turn to see a talking Oven mitt with eyes and a mouth. Rex knows only one cousin that would be turned into an oven mitt. “Gregor?” Rex asks, but the Oven mitt looks at them, more precisely at Rex, with wide eyes.

“What the kriff is that monster!” Rex whimpers, dashing through the kitchen and out of the door, Cody feels absolute anger at his cousin. They just got Rex to feel better about himself, and Gregor might have completely destroyed it.

Obi Wan strokes Cody’s desktop, trying to calm him down, even though Obi Wan is just as angry. “Why the kriff did you say that to Rex, Gregor?!” Gregor raises an eyebrow at them. “What are you talking about? That's not Rex, Rex isn’t a beast! Wait, Cody?!”

Cody feels confusion fill him, then the realization occurs to him. He couldn't see who, but someone leaves the kitchen and the door shuts behind them, but his attention turns back to the situation at hand “Gregor? Where were you when everything happened?” The oven mitt floats over to the desk, not believing what his cousin has become.

“I came to the kitchen shortly after you invited Miss Ventress in because we got a shipment of supplies for waffles and strawberries. I wanted to surprise Rex. Not long after we brought the supplies in, I felt pain as I started to change. Then this happened.” Cody sighs, Gregor wasn’t in the room when the curse happened so he had no way to know that Rex was a werewolf, and no one checked the kitchen, they forgot about it at the time.

“Ventress was a witch, Gregor. She spilled a drink on Rex on purpose, Rex had a stressful and just plain bad day, so he snapped at her. She cursed us to be objects but Rex… His curse was much worse.” Gregor can’t believe it, they invited Ventress in out of the goodness of their hearts, how could she do this! Then Gregor’s heart sinks when he realizes what Cody means.

“You mean… That was Rex!!!” Everyone nods sadly, Gregor can’t believe that he said that. “I… I didn’t… I’m so sorry.” Gregor tears up, thinking about how what he said must have affected Rex.

“It's okay, Gregor. You didn’t know that it was Rex.” Gregor nods, he has to fix this.

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Rex bursts through the kitchen door running away from everyone as fast as he could, but he doesn’t run all the way away this time, he runs down the hall a little ways. Tears run down his face as he still thinks about what Gregor said, this was the first time someone in his family actually called him a monster, and it made his heart ache. Rex sits against the wall, tail wrapped around his legs with tears streaming down his face and into his fur.

He sits like this for a few moments before he hears the kitchen door swing open. He flinches with fear, but then he sees Ahsoka. Seeing her big brother cry makes her feel sad. She hops over to him and presses herself against his leg. Rex puts his face in his knees as the memory of Gregor calling him a monster clouds his thoughts. "Don't cry, Ori'Vod. It's okay, he probably didn't know that it was you." She hears Rex sobbing into his knees.

Ahsoka doesn't know what to do, but then she walks in front of Rex and turns round the little key in the back of the box. Once it stops turning, it goes the other way and starts to play a relaxing song. Rex's sobs soon turn into sniffles and hiccups as he looks up a little bit to see Ahsoka twirling around on the spot and dancing to the tune. Ahsoka's older appearance makes the dance much more elegant and beautiful, allowing Rex's mind to relax and take his mind off of what happened earlier, so he sits contently watching his little sister dance.

Rex wipes the tears away as they start to dry and he smiles. His tail wrapped around his legs wags gently, letting Ahsoka know that she is cheering up her Ori'Vod. She smiles and giggles a little, but the song and dance soon comes to the end as the key has stopped moving. Rex smiles at her. "Thank you, Soka. I feel better now." Rex pats her head gently with one finger.

Ahsoka giggles again and then hugs his finger. "I'm glad, Ori'Vod." A moment later, the kitchen door swings open again, but this time it's Gregor who steps out and floats over to the two of them.

Rex whimpers, looking down at the ground. His ears press tightly against his head and his tail stops wagging, tears filling his eyes again. Gregor's heart breaks, he can't believe that he called his cousin a monster.

"Can you go back into the kitchen, Ahsoka. I need to talk to Rex alone." Ahsoka looks at Gregor nervously, she doesn't want to leave Rex with him after what he said last time.

"Come along Ahsoka, leave these two to talk." Obi Wan walks out of the kitchen, gently picking up the little music box. He carries her into the kitchen, allowing Cody to explain to her what had happened.

Rex stays sitting, looking down at his feet. He doesn't want to see the look of disgust that Gregor must have.

Gregor feels his heart break when he sees the tears in Rex's eyes, The oven mitt floats over to his cousin, landing beside him. "I… Rex, I am so sorry." Rex doesn't look up, and Gregor feels his heart break even more.

"Rex? Can you please look at me?" Rex obliges reluctantly, looking up at his cousin. He has tears in his eyes, and Gregor can see the damp fur under Rex's eyes. He knew that he had messed up. Badly.

"Rex, I'm so sorry. You aren't a monster." Rex just shakes his head. "No. You're right, I am a monster now." Gregor's heart shatters, he absolutely hates hearing Rex talk about himself like that. And knowing he caused this hurts even more.

"Rex, no! I was wrong! You aren't a monster. I shouldn't have said what I said earlier, I regret it so much." Rex doesn't say anything, but his eyes just fall to the ground again. "I…I understand if you hate me now and don't forgive me for what I called you." Gregor floats a little bit down to the ground and the guilt really sinks in for making his cousin, the Prince, feel this way.

Rex looks up a little to see Gregor turning around and slowly floating back towards the kitchen. Seeing the sad oven mitt made Rex's heart feel so somber, that Gregor thinks that he hates him now. Before he could float away any further, Rex gently cups his hands in front of Gregor and carefully pulls him into his fluffy chest. "I don't hate you, Gregor. You didn't know that it was me, but it just hurt me to be called a monster." A wave of regret washes over Gregor again.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking." Rex holds his cousin closer into him, being careful not to hurt him.

"It's alright, I know now that you didn't mean it towards me so we can put this behind us, yeah?" Gregor pulls away and looks up to see Rex smiling kindly at him. "Yeah." Gregor nods, he's happy that Rex could forgive him. Rex's stomach growls loudly, making the heat rise to his face. Gregor chuckles.

"That reminds me, the reason I came into the kitchen before was because I had a surprise for you, Rex." Rex's ears perk up, he smiles and his tail starts wagging. Rex groans, grabbing his tail. "That's really starting to get annoying." Gregor chuckles. Rex turns back to him, his look of annoyance turning to a smile.

"What's the surprise, Vod?" Gregor smiles at Rex. "Well I left the ballroom because we got a shipment in for Waffles and strawberries." Rex's whole body perks up, and his tail starts wagging faster. But Rex doesn't notice this time.

"Can you maybe make me some, Gregor? Please…?" Gregor smiles, outright laughing. "Of course, I can't let my baby cousin go hungry, now can I?"

"I'm not a baby." Rex grumbles, ears pressing back in anger. Gregor laughs at him happily, this is a normal conversation for them. "You will always be a baby to me!"

"You're only two years older than me!" Rex tells him angrily, but he secretly likes the normalcy of this conversation. "Well come on, let's get you some food." Rex nods, following the floating oven mitt back into the kitchen. Everyone turns to see Rex, they are all happy to see a smile on his face.

"Is everything good now?" Cody asks, shuffling over and pressing himself into Rex. "Yes, it's all good." He says, smiling towards Gregor who collects the ingredients for the waffles and strawberries, including some flour, eggs, butter, milk, baking powder and some sugar because he knows that Rex has a big sweet tooth.

He sets all of the ingredients down on the counter and then turns around to Rex. "Would you like to watch me make the waffles, Rex?"

"Yes please, that would be great to see how they are made." Being a prince meant that Rex didn't go in the kitchen a lot when the chefs were cooking because he would be sat down and ready for the food to be served.

"Great, would you mind grabbing a bowl for me please? It's a bit heavy for me to carry." Rex obliges and gets a large mixing bowl off of the shelf while Gregor grabs a spoon from the utensil pot. Rex places the bowl on the counter, stepping back to watch as Gregor puts all of the ingredients into the bowl and picks up the spoon, mixing everything together into a smooth batter. Rex is very intrigued, it all looks complicated but also very fun.

Gregor grabs a waffle mould placing it next to the bowl and then collects a ladle to make it easier to transfer the batter into the mould. He puts a ladle of mixture into each mould to make sure that they are equal in size. After the mould is full, Gregor heads over to an oven and places the waffles on a shelf. He grabs a sand timer for 15 minutes that'll let him know when they will be ready.

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After the 15 minutes are up, Gregor grabs the waffles out of the oven. He takes them out, pulling the finished products out of the mould. "Can you grab a plate for me, Rex?" The boy nods, walking over and grabbing a plate out, he carries it over to Gregor. Rex is using the counter for support, practicing on two legs. He struggles a bit, but he manages.

Cody stays close by to catch him, just in case. So does Anakin and Obi Wan, Fives, Ahsoka and Echo are all watching along the side. Rex sets the plate beside Gregor, sitting down tiredly. "Great job, Rex'ika!" Cody tells him, making Rex smile. "Yeah, great job, Rex." Anakin walks over, patting Rex's shoulder. Rex smiles at his friend, thankful that both him and his big brother are proud of him.

Everyone who can give Rex a little applause, embarrassing him. Everyone who can't, which is Cody, Bly and Gregor, give him lots of encouragement. They tell him how good he did.

"Okay, enough embarrassing Rex. Are the waffles ready, Gregor?" The oven mitt looks up. "Oh, yeah, I just have to put the syrup on top of the strawberries and waffle." Gregor grabs the syrup, putting a good amount on the large stack. He made more since he figured that Rex is bigger, it makes sense that he'd eat more.

Rex sits down as he licks his lips, seeing one of his favorite meals. Gregor pushes it towards him, letting him eat it. Rex grabs a fork and a knife, fumbling to use them with his larger hands.

"It's fine, Rex. You can just eat off the plate." Rex looks down at Cody, ears drooping in embarrassment. He does not want to eat like an animal, at all. "It's fine little one, no one will judge you. We promise." Obi Wan tells him. "Yeah, Rex, it's okay, Ori'Vod." Fives tells him, trying to comfort his older brother.

Everyone nods in agreement. "Fives is right, we're your family. We aren't going to judge." Rex sighs, nodding at Anakin, he puts the knife and fork down. He leans in and starts taking bites out of the pile of waffles, using nothing but his mouth.

The others say nothing about it, they just talk amongst themselves. Bly, Gregor and Anakin strike up a conversation about what happened. While Echo and Fives have a nice conversation with Rex as he eats, keeping his mind off of how he's eating. They talk about everything from some prank the twins had pulled last week to a new book Rex had read. It was nice, it felt almost normal.

"How's the waffles, Rex?" Rex turns to Gregor, swallowing the bite that was in his mouth. "They are delicious Gregor, I absolutely love them." Gregor laughs. "I'm glad that you like them, I'll be sure to make you more in the morning." Rex nods quickly. "Yes please!" No one notices the way Kix is keeping an eye on Rex as he eats.

Rex finishes eating, but he realizes that he isn't full. He blinks in confusion, wondering why he wouldn't be full after so many waffles and strawberries. "I'm... I'm not full." He feels so nervous, he doesn't want to seem like he is being greedy after eating a lot already. His stomach growls ever so slightly and everyone just feels bad for him.

Kix thinks that he might know why Rex isn't full yet. "You might still be hungry because you are now physically like a wolf, so you can still eat some foods that you used to eat, but it won't be as nutritional as eating lots of meat. Which is the base of a wolf's diet."

Rex understands, but he feels bad that Gregor made all of those waffles but they didn't fill him up. "Sorry, Gregor. I loved them, but I feel like you've wasted your time making them for me and I'm not full." Gregor looks at Rex and shakes his head the best he can "No, it's alright Rex. I enjoyed making them for you and I'm glad you enjoyed eating them too. Would you like some meat now?" Rex feels weird about his mouth watering more than it was. It's almost as if his wolf-like instincts have kicked in. He feels shy but Gregor smiles and heads into the kitchen.

Sometime later, the sweet aroma of meat trails over to Rex as Gregor exits the kitchen carrying a plate of beef. "Here you go. I cooked it for you as well, the way you usually like it." Rex nods as he dives straight into it, feeling his hunger slowly go away as he finishes the plate of meat.

Rex smiles "Thank you, I'm glad you aren't mad at me that the waffles weren't enough." Gregor's expression turns into confusion. "I'm not mad at you in the slightest, Rex. You didn't know that you wouldn't be filled up with only these waffles, so it's not your fault." He smiles promisingly at Rex. "In the morning, I'll make you some more waffles and strawberries, along with some meat?"

"Yes please, that would be great thank you." Gregor nods. Smiling at Rex, who smiles back, Rex feels so lucky to have such a kind family. A moment later, Rex lets out a big yawn.

Cody chuckles "C'mon, Rex'ika. You must be exhausted. And I think we all are too." He looks around and sees everyone nod in agreement. "Let's get you to bed, Little one." Obi Wan places a hand on Rex's back. Rex stands up when Cody shuffles closer to him, so he steadies himself with Cody's help.

He tries to walk but he’s still wobbly, Rex does notice that he’s not as wobbly as before. Rex gets on all fours, he’s too tired to try to walk on two legs anyway. Cody carries Fives, Echo, Ahsoka and Bly.

Ahsoka has fallen asleep already, the three year old being exhausted. Fives and Echo are almost falling asleep to, leaning against each other, Bly is the only one out of them still fully awake. They walk up the stairs, Anakin and Rex are walking slow and sluggish. Rex stops when they get to his room, whimpering, he really doesn’t want to go in and see his destroyed clothes, another reminder of what happened. “It’s fine Rex’ika, we aren’t going to force you. You can sleep in my room.” Cody offers, and Rex sighs in relief.

“Thanks, Bubby.” Cody would have smiled if he could, They arrive at his room. Anakin followed because he wanted to tell Rex goodnight. “Would you all like to sleep together, tonight?” Cody asks, he's pretty sure that none of them want to sleep alone after what happened today. They all nod, especially Rex, everyone shuffles in to see Padmé, Kiara and Stutter already there sleeping, they wake up as soon as everyone walks in.

“Prince Cody, we’re so sorry. We must have fallen asleep with Stutter.” Both girls go to leave but Cody stops them. “It's okay, everyone’s having a sleepover here, would the two of you like to join?” They both nod.” I’m going to go and ask my parents.” Padmé tells them, flying off.

“Would you like to go and ask your parents Kiara?” The little feather duster tears up. “ I… I can’t find them. They went to grab something from town, but never came back.” “Well, don’t worry. We’ll find them, like I said you can stay here tonight.” She nods, wiping some tears out of her eyes, she flies over and presses against the desk. “Thank you, Prince Cody.” Cody does his best to nod.”you're welcome, but just call me Cody, okay?”

Kiara nods before flying over to Fives, who hugs her comfortingly. Rex grabs some extra pillows out of the cupboard, carrying them over and throwing them onto the floor. He lays down. “You guys can have the bed.” Rex suggests, but Kix shakes his head. “No, you are sleeping in the bed, you'll hurt your back otherwise.” Rex sighs, nodding. He lays down in the bed before Stutter, Bly, Fives, Kiara, Echo, and Jesse jump in, cuddling into Rex’s fur. Fives makes sure that he extinguishes his candles this time.

It brings Rex a lot of comfort, they all get comfortable, Obi Wan carries Ahsoka over while Anakin gathers up the blankets that Rex had, he bunches them up. Sitting against the bed near Rex’s face. Rex lays on his side while Stutter and Bly lay against his arm, Fives, Echo and Kiara lay against his stomach while Jesse lays on his shoulder.

Ahsoka sits on the desk beside him while Padme sleeps on Anakin’s shoulder once she returns. Kix sighs, but joins in next to his twin. They all fall asleep, while Obi Wan and Cody leave them be, it warms Cody’s heart that everyone would cuddle with Rex. He’s also thankful that Rex isn’t one to move in his sleep.

Obi Wan and Cody walk down the corridor to a different room to spend some alone time together. They've all had a busy and tiring day, so they are ready for some well needed rest. They find an empty spare room and share a look at each other before they go in. There's a bed, a wardrobe and a desk with a chair, so Obi Wan grabs the chair and sets it by the wall. He sits down in it and Cody shuffles closer in front of him. "How are you feeling, Cyare?" Obi Wan places his hand on Cody's table top.

"I'm alright, just tired is all Sweetheart. Today has been rough." Cody feels sad, playing the events from today over and over in his head. Obi Wan senses Cody's struggling emotionally, so he runs his finger over his scar that's in the form of a scratch on the table top.

Cody sighs, falling into a more relaxed state as Obi Wan continues to stroke his scar. "Would you like to talk about what's bothering you?" Cody wants to cry, feeling stupid about what is upsetting him, but maybe telling someone, especially his lover Obi Wan, will help him get it off of his mind. "I just...I find it so difficult now to get around to places. Now I can't walk anymore. I feel vulnerable and..." Cody begins to sob, unable to cry any tears.

"Oh Cody, it's going to be alright. We'll get through this together." Obi Wan continues to rub Cody's scar. "It's really difficult to feel anything physically, but I still feel things inside, like sensations. It's just strange. I don't feel like myself anymore." Obi Wan’s heart breaks, hearing what Cody is saying. He understands exactly what he means, Obi Wan feels the same way. He leans down, pressing his face against the top of Cody.

“Umm, what are you doing Sweetheart?” Cody asks, confused. Obi Wan pulls away, feeling embarrassed. “I… I was trying to kiss you, Cyare'' Obi Wan whispers, Cody can hear the embarrassment in his voice, but there's also sadness. Cody presses against Obi Wan’s leg. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t mind, can you maybe kiss me again, please?” Obi Wan looks down at Cody, nodding. He leans down, pressing his face against Cody again. It’s the only way he can kiss Cody, he has no mouth. Cody finds the gesture comforting, even if it's not like the kisses they had shared before, it’s still better than nothing. Any kiss from his Obi Wan is amazing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t kiss you back Sweetheart.” Obi Wan strokes Cody’s scar, trying to comfort his boyfriend. “It’s fine, Cody.” The desk feels so bad, he can’t do anything for Obi Wan. He can’t even kriffing hug him!

“Do you still want to be with me, because you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’d understand.” Obi Wan’s heart breaks. “No!! Why would I ever leave you?” Cody starts to shake a little. “Because I can’t do anything for you, I’m unable to do anything couples do. I can’t even hug you let alone kiss you.” Cody would be crying if he could, but all that comes out are sniffles and a few sobs, he’s trying to hold them back. Obi Wan stands up out of his chair, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around Cody the best we can.

“You aren’t the only one who’s changed in this relationship, Cody. I can’t kiss you either, I know it’s hard. I… I’m scared too, darling. I am so scared, I don’t even know what’s underneath my armor, is it just emptiness. Would I disappear if it was taken apart, would it even come apart or is this all me. Is there some disgusting mix of organs and metal in there?” Obi Wan shudders slightly at the thought, but Cody is there with him so he feels safe.

Cody presses into Obi Wan the best he can, trying to deepen the hug. "I still love you, Sweetheart. Nothing will ever change that, not even this. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, Obi Wan. I...I really and truly do, Sweetheart. I'm just glad you don't mind me looking like this." Cody can't gesture at his new form, but Obi Wan presses his helmet onto the edge of Cody's table top.

"Of course I don't mind you looking like this now. I've changed too, so you aren't alone in this, I'll be right here with you. Always." Obi Wan traces Cody's scar again, making Cody sigh with contemptment. "Mm, that still feels nice."

Obi Wan chuckles. "I'm glad that you still love it." Cody nods as much as he can, but he just enjoys the moment. "Very much."

Briefly, Obi Wan's yawn travels around the room as his vision goes a little bit bleary. He tries to hide it, but he doesn't want to stop giving Cody love and affection. "You can get some sleep if you'd like, Sweetheart." Hearing Cody's voice makes Obi Wan jump a little as he fights to stay awake. "Yeah, that might be best."

He leans on Cody for support as he stands up and sits back down into the chair. Cody shuffles himself closed to Obi Wan again. Obi Wan yawns again as he tries to figure out what position would be best to sleep now he's sat up. He usually lies in bed with Cody when he sleeps, so it's different not laying down like he's used to. But then he has an idea. "Cody?" He places his hand on Cody's table top. "Yes, Sweetheart?"

"Could… could I rest on you while I sleep, please?" Obi Wan asks shyly, making Cody confused as to why he has to ask. "Of course you can, Sweetheart. There's no need to ask."

"Thank you, Cyare." Obi Wan smiles as he leans down gently as to not make a loud clattering noise of his armour, he folds his arms and rests his head on them. He looks to see Cody's scar, so he traces it with a single finger again. "You're welcome, Sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too, Cyare. I'll always love you, now and forever." And with that, Obi Wan struggles to stay awake much longer, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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Rex wakes up with a startled gasp, tears threatening to fall, he almost sits up before remembering that his cousin’s, brother’s and friends are on him. He looks around, sighing in relief when he finds everyone still asleep. They are all in the same positions as before, Stutter and Bly by his arm, Fives, Echo and Kiara near his stomach, Ahsoka on the desk and both Jesse and Kix on his shoulder.

Rex feels something on his shoulder move before Jesse and Kix hop down in front of his face, Kix is sporting a worried expression. “Are you okay, Rex?” Kix asks, and Rex can’t hold back the tears. “No.” He whimpers, his nightmare had been about the curse, except nobody else transformed. They were all disgusted by him, his whole family hated him. Even his Bubby. Jesse jumps into action, moving up to Rex’s forehead and wrapping his arms around him the best he could. Kix presses himself against where Rex’s cheek is.

“Hey, it’s okay Rex. we’re here, do you want to talk about it?” Rex shakes his head no, and the twins look at eachother. “Do you want us to get Cody?” Kix asks this time, but Rex shakes his head again. “No, I don’t want to be any more of a burden than I already am.” The twins look at eachother again. “You aren’t a burden Rex, we love you.”

“I love you too, but that doesn’t make me any less of a burden, I’m going back to sleep now.” Rex closes his eyes, but Jesse and Kix already know that they need to tell Cody about this tomorrow.

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colehasapen · 3 years

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(ONE SHOT) pirunir sur'haaise STAR WARS

(belated) Whumptober no.26 - If You Thought The Head Trauma Was Bad...

Comfortember no.5 - Cuddling

Wolffe had expected to be sent off for decommissioning the moment he had been pulled out of Ventress’ torture chamber. The moment it was no longer the pain in his body that he was focusing on, Wolffe had known that the Kaminoans would have him recycled for more genetic material. They had no use for a half-blind clone - Vode had been decommissioned for less - and the Republic would never pay for an expensive surgery when it would be cheaper for them to just replace him. He’d be taken away to the labs to be taken apart, the Kaminoans would probably tell his General that Wolffe had experienced complications with his injuries and replace him quickly and quietly, and he’d be nothing more than just another name said during Remembrances.

Drugged up to his gills, Wolffe had spilled all of this to General Koon as their ship flew them towards a med center and the fear bubbled up, tears in his remaining eye as he thought about leaving his Pack and brothers like this. His Jedi had gone still and quiet, hand tightening on Wolffe’s shoulder, but he hadn’t left Wolffe’s side, not until the cocktail of drugs Cub had given him started to take effect and finally dragged him under the inky sea of unconsciousness.

When he wakes up, he isn’t in a Republic medical facility, and he isn’t on Kamino being prepped for decommissioning. Instead, he’s laying on a cot more comfortable than he’d ever experienced, smelling of bacta and disinfectants, with a hint of some sort of incense that he remembers his Jedi liking. There’s a hand stroking through his hair, three-fingered and clawed, and a harmonic voice hums mindlessly.

Wolffe stirs, his only eye blinking open and, mind still foggy from bacta and drugs, he reaches up to poke at the gauze wrapped around his head. A thick-skinned hand catches his fingers gently, and Wolffe forces his eyes to focus.

General Plo watches him, eyes hidden by his goggles, and tusks twitching in the way Wolffe had come to associate with relief. “Commander Wolffe,” His General greets warmly, “It is good to see you awake once more.”

Wolffe opens his mouth, ready to respond, but the only sound he can make is a choked croak that has him flushing in embarrassment. General Plo only chuckles, resting a parental hand on Wolffe’s shoulder, the other hand reaching out to catch the glass of ice cubes that float over to them.

“You’ve been asleep for quite some time, Commander.” General Plo tells him, gently spooning a single ice cube into his mouth, and Wolffe accepts it with a dark blush that has the Jedi’s tusks twitching in the equivalent of a smile. “It was well deserved, I assure you.”

“I-” Wolffe coughs, “I didn’t tell her anything, General.” His voice is rough from disuse, but the chill of the ice is soothing the pain.

His General pats him gently on the shoulder, “I know, Commander.” The Kel Dor soothes, “I never doubted it.” Wolffe swallows, and silently accepts the next ice cube. “I’m sorry I did not get to you sooner.”

Wolffe stares at his General, confusion buzzing in his fuzzy mind. Why would he be sorry for that ? He hadn’t even expected to be rescued, much less to have woken up somewhere other than under the hands of the longnecks, so why would he be apologizing? “General - you got me out.” He says, still feeling the shock deep in his heart that he was still alive. “That’s more than I was expecting.” Stiff fingers knot in the soft blanket laying on his lap, and he ducks his head, not wanting to meet General Plo’s eyes as he speaks, not wanting to see the heartbreak or disappointment. Plo Koon loved his men, and Wolffe knows that their status as Non-Beings hurts him immensely. “I’m just a clone, sir. A damaged one at that.” He bites his lip, letting out a slow, heavy sigh.

“ Not to me .” General Plo says without hesitation, reaching out to gently take Wolffe’s hands in his own. “You are not damaged, Wolffe, merely injured, and you will recover.”

Wolffe chokes, feeling his eye burn, and he looks up, wide-eyed. “The Senate will never pay to get me fixed, General.” He tells his Jedi mournfully. He’d come to accept that he didn’t have a future, or any hope for one, a long time ago, but the truth still hurts. He’d be leaving General Plo behind, Boost and Sinker too - the survivors of the original 104th would be down to three. His batchmates would be furious; Ponds would cry, so would Bly. Cody would work himself to death, and Fox would drink himself to an early grave, if they hadn’t already.

“You will not be decommissioned, Wolffe.” His General tells him passionately, “None of you will, not if we can help it.” Wolffe lets out a shuddering breath, and General Plo squeezes his hands. “The Jedi Order will cover all the costs for your prosthetics, as well as any prosthetics or long-time care your brothers will need.”

This is - so much more than Wolffe had ever dared to hope for.

“I-” Wolffe flounders, at a loss of what to do. “I don’t - what ?”

His General hums, leaning forward to gently press their brows together, “You will heal, Wolffe.” He says, strongly enough that Wolffe believes him. “You endured something horrible, something you didn’t deserve, and I am proud of you, son.”

Wolffe whimpers - though he’d never admit it outside of the embrace his Jedi had gathered him into - and he leans into his General’s touch. “Thank you.” He whispers, voice gruff, thinking of all the Vode this will save. “ Thank you .”

“You have nothing to thank me for, Commander.” General Plo assures him, and Wolffe laughs, somewhat hysterical.

He had so much to thank his General for, more than he’d ever be able to explain or repay. He didn’t even know where to start, or what to say.

“Now,” His General’s voice grows lighter, pulling away to pat Wolffe’s shoulder, and the injured Commander misses the warmth of the touch after it’s gone. But then he speaks, and Wolffe perks up in excitement, “I believe there are two fine young men here to see you. They will be glad that you have woken up.” The Kel Dor steps away, moving towards the door to Wolffe’s private room , and slides the door open to let two clones in greys into the small room. He aims a smile over his shoulder, voice warm, “I will see you soon, Commander.”

“You too, General.” Wolffe says absently, his eye on his brothers as they stand at attention while the Jedi leaves the room with a polite greeting to the other Commanders.

“Wolffe, you Force-damned bastard !” Fox barks the moment the door closes behind the General, brick-brown eyes snapping around to pin Wolffe with a thunderous glower. Beside him, Cody is quiet, staring at Wolffe with a calculating gleam in his amber gaze, studying his injuries, before his broad shoulders slump in relief, and he’s marching over to Wolffe’s cot with a fiery purpose.

Wolffe bares his teeth at his brothers in a grin, ignoring the left-over prickle of tears in his eye and pain from his mangled face, “I lived, fuckers.”

Fox makes an inarticulate noise of rage, but it’s a better look on him than the exhaustion that had been lining his face since the war broke out. Cody, on the other hand, huffs out a faint laugh as Fox makes an aborted move - most likely to throw himself at Wolffe and start a brawl, much like they had been prone to doing as cadets.

“Budge over.” Cody says, pushing at Wolffe’s shoulder, and Wolffe sends his little brother a glare.

“No, this is my hospital bed.” He growls - and it’s a comfortable bed too, he doesn’t want to share it with any ungrateful brats. “Get your own.”

“No, no.” Fox says, like the smug little shit that he is when he isn’t worked up into a frothing rage, approaching like a hunting Tooka. “Kot’ika’s got a point, sharing is caring big brother, move over.”

“Besides,” Cody adds easily, jimmying himself into an open space at his side. It looks comical, watching his little brother, now a solid mass of muscles from toating his sniper rifle around and fist fighting clankers, fold himself into the space under Wolffe’s armpit and along his ribs. He tucks his head against Wolffe’s collarbone, like he had back when he was the smallest and lightest of their batch - back when Alpha could pick him up by the collar of his reds and carry him around like a wet kitten. “Pace will be angry with me if I end up in medical on shore leave. He might actually throw himself out the airlock this time, and it’s hard to train up a new CMO.”

“Wouldn’t want to upset your medic.” Wolffe grumbles sarcastically, and Cody smirks up at him, amber eyes bright with mischief.

“Exactly.”

Unlike Cody, Fox doesn’t curl up against his side, instead, the Guard Commander throws himself dramatically across both his batchmates, covering them with his body. It’s a protective motion, one that Fox had always been prone to do, to make sure he was the first defense between his brothers and an attacker.

The look Wolffe slants his younger brother is annoyed, but fond, “Where did you learn about sharing, you greedy little shit?” He grumbles, the warmth of his brothers’ bodies pressed close to his own, tempting him to close his eye and drift off to sleep once more. “Couldn’t have been those Senators.”

Fox huffs out a sardonic against Wolffe’s temple, “Of course not.” He drawls, “Senators sharing is more likely than Cody confessing his undying love to his General.”

“Shut up .” Cody hisses, and Wolffe carefully leverages his legs over his little brother’s knees to stop Cody from kicking one of them as they laugh at his expense. “I hate you.”

“Love you too, baby brother.”

“Not a fucking baby.” Cody grumbles on instinct at the same time Fox lets out a disgusted snort,

“Ew, affection .” Then, sensing something to tease their brother about, Fox’s attitude takes a complete 180. “You’re definitely a baby.”

“No-”

“Don’t make me call Alpha.” Wolffe grunts, and Cody curses, before burrowing deeper into his side as Fox snickers. Fucking shits, the both of them. “Now go to sleep.” Surrounded by one half of his batch, feeling safe and warm, and protected by the knowledge that his General wouldn’t let the Longnecks decommission him, Wolffe lets himself drift back to sleep, listening to the beating of his brothers’ hearts.

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violent-optimism · 2 years

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Some scrambled thoughts on Midnight Mass

Sorry (not sorry) for the insane amount of Midnight Mass spam. But you guys have to understand that I honestly can’t remember the last time I finished a show, and then was compelled to immediately re-watch it from the beginning because of how much I loved it.

I enjoyed Hill House and Bly Manor a LOT, I’ll say that first. But Midnight Mass had a much greater impact on me for whatever reason. It’s been living in my head for the last couple days and so I thought I would just say a few words (or a lot).

And yes, I know I’m a little bit late to the Midnight Mass train. Netflix decided to be a butt and release this and Squid Game at almost the exact same time and I wanted to finish one before starting the other.

Anywho, I digress. I’ll try and make this shorter than my usual reviews and just cut to the chase plain and simple about what I loved so much about this show.

I am convinced by this point that Mike Flanagan is extremely picky about which actors he chooses for his productions. I mean, he has to be. Why else would all his shows consist of some of the finest actors of our time? The ability to memorize an insane amount of dialogue for SUPER long takes is not something that just any actor can do (at least, I don’t think so).

Obviously every single actor in this show does an absolutely phenomenal job, but I cannot write this thing without talking about Hamish Linklater as Father Paul/Monsignor Pruitt. I know the internet is losing their minds about him right now, both for acting reasons and...let’s say more “fangirl” ones. All I know for sure is that he fucking stole the show for me. From his very first scene, all the way until his final moment in the last episode I was captivated and mesmorized by his performance and character. Even when he was doing horrific things I couldn’t help but root for him because he was just so charismatic and likeable.

I am just so glad that the casting directors took a chance on him. Nothing Hamish (or any of the other actors for that matter) says sounds like he’s acting. Every word sounds so organic and real. He knows exactly where to put every stutter and stammer in such a delicate and methodical way. It’s just incredible.

And I also cannot talk about acting without mentioning Samantha Sloyan as Beverly Keane. I know nothing I say is original and it’s been said a hundred times before. She fucking DISAPPEARED into that role. She was just so insufferable and horrible and she played it so well. I really hope both her and Hamish get nominated for something because they both deserve it so much.

I mean you could honestly pick any scene with either of those actors and you would be instantly blown away; the same can be said for the other actors too. So yeah, long story short I just really loved the acting in Midnight Mass.

This show just had everything for me. The soundtrack was beautiful and haunting (I’m listening to it right now in fact). The cinematography was absolutely stunning and I lost track of how many amazing shots there were. The themes of the show: Life, Death, Religion, Redemption, it was all handled so beautifully and with such care. I know this show has offended some people for religious reasons but I think that just kind of proves how powerful the messages are and how much it hits home.

This was Mike Flanagan’s passion project and it shows. It really does. There is just so much attention to detail and passion for authenticity which makes the show even greater. This show had (and still does) such a profound effect on me that I have not felt about a piece of media in a long time. I don’t mean to big it up or anything (actually I do) but if you haven’t seen this show yet you really should because it is just amazing.

Okay that wasn’t really that short but I tried my best lol So there you have it, that’s why I’ve been reblogging about it non-stop, and more will probably be on the way lol

Thanks for reading!

#Midnight Mass #review?#thoughts

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10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat · 3 years

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Foxiyo Week: Fearless

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[This entry takes place in a happily-ever-after AU, approx. five years after Palpatine is exposed and removed from power]

When he was a soldier, there was very little in his day-to-day duties that scared Fox. Fear of blaster fire, explosions, blood, violence, injury, and death had been conditioned out of his psyche during his training. As a result, he had considered himself fairly unflappable. But then he fell in love, and with that love came fear of heartbreak and fear of loss. And when he and Riyo learned they were expecting a baby, another fear came to him: that he would not be a good father. Then the day came when he held his newborn daughter for the first time, and his love for her greatly outweighed his fears.

At four years old, little Mira Chuchi was almost a perfect mix of her parents. She had her mother’s blue skin and crescent-shaped markings on her cheeks, and her father’s deep brown eyes and curly black hair. At first Fox worried that she would age quickly like he did, but by both human and Pantoran metrics she was aging at the same rate as any other natural-born child from either species. That brought him relief, since it meant she could have the normal happy childhood he never got.

“Tell me a bedtime story, Papa?” Mira asked once she was settled into bed, snuggled up under the covers. Fox sat perched on the edge of the bed next to her and she looked up at him with big bright eyes. She clutched a stuffed tooka plushie in her arms.

“I would love to,” Fox responded. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a story to tell. His mind settled on one event from his life, from before Mira was born, and he quickly thought of a way to translate it into something child-friendly.

“Once there was a soldier, one of the bravest soldiers in the entire Republic. He always did the right thing and helped people and stopped every bad guy he crossed. One day a giant monster came to Coruscant and terrorized the city. Rawwrrr!” He let out a roar and raised his hands into claws before diving in to lightly tickle at Mira. She giggled in response to being tickled.

“The monster was big and scary, and it tried to eat the people in the city. It tried to eat a little girl, but the brave soldier swooped in and saved her just in time! Carried her away and gave her back to her mom. And he saved many more people from being eaten too!”

“Did the soldier beat the monster?” Mira asked innocently.

Maybe it was best to lie a little bit, he thought, for entertainment’s sake. She didn’t need to know that in reality he had been hit in the face by the Zillo Beast’s claws.

“Yes, he did. All by himself. He shot a cable and tied it around the monster’s legs, and it fell onto the ground!” He slapped his hand onto the bed for dramatic effect. “And then … then he stunned the monster and loaded it onto a starship and flew it to a far away planet where it could live with others of its kind. Then the soldier returned to Coruscant and was rewarded for being the bravest and most fearless soldier in the entire galaxy.”

Mira narrowed her eyes in a skeptical scrutiny. “That’s not your best bedtime story, Papa.”

Fox stifled a laugh. She was just like her mother.

A laugh came from the doorway of the bedroom, and Fox turned to see Riyo standing there. She leaned against the doorway, dressed in her burgundy-and-gold skirt and jacket that she often wore to the Senate. She must have just gotten home from work, Fox thought.

“Momma!” Mira squeaked excitedly. She sat up and looked up at her mother with a toothy grin.

“Hello, my baby,” cooed Riyo as she walked over to the bed and knelt beside her daughter.

“Papa told me a bedtime story about the bravest soldier and a monster!”

“I heard,” said Riyo as she smoothed a hand over the top of Mira’s hair.

“Apparently it wasn’t my best work,” shrugged Fox.

Riyo chuckled. “Well since Mira’s going to sleep you’ll have plenty of time to think of a better one.” She turned her attention back to Mira. “If I’m home when you go to bed tomorrow I’ll tell you a bedtime story, how’s that?”

“Okay Momma,” said Mira. She lay back down, snuggled into her pillow, and Riyo drew the covers back over her to tuck her back in.

Riyo then leaned in to kiss Mira on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my baby. I love you.”

Fox then gave Mira little kisses on her cheek and forehead. “Love you, starlight. Good night.”

“Good night. Love you Momma, love you Papa.”

Fox then followed Riyo out of Mira’s room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. The two went to the living room; as Riyo plopped herself down on the couch and leaned back, Fox went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. On his way back into the living room, he caught his reflection in a window by the dining table. He went back and forth on how he felt about the streaks of gray hair around his temples; it was a sign he was getting older, which shouldn’t have surprised him, yet he counted himself lucky that he was going gray rather than bald.

“You’re the bravest, most fearless soldier in the entire galaxy now?” Riyo asked with a smirk as Fox sat down next to her. She leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Well, every kid wants to think their dad’s a hero,” answered Fox as he poured out the wine. “Besides, you should hear the stories Rex tells his kids!” He handed a glass to Riyo.

“How is Rex these days?”

“He’s doing great. He, his husband, and their kids will actually be on Coruscant next week, and I’m looking forward to Mira finally getting to meet her cousins.”

“That will be so wonderful, we haven’t seen them since their wedding.”

“I know,” said Fox wistfully, “and if we can also convince Bly and Secura to come around with their little one, it will really be a party.”

A brief beat of silence passed as they both took drinks.

“How was the Senate today? You’re home late.” Fox asked.

Riyo let out a deep, long sigh, then leaned her head on Fox’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and drew her in closer to him.

“It’s like pulling teeth. There are still so many warmongers and Palpatine loyalists. Padme and I are doing everything we can to get them to come across and support Chancellor Organa’s efforts to rebuild worlds devastated by the war, but we’re getting nowhere.”

“Maybe I resigned too soon,” said Fox, “if I were still with the army I could inspire them to cooperate. Or I’ll call Wolffe and ask him to pay them a visit.”

“Tempting, but don’t worry about it. Diplomacy will win.”

“I know it will, you and Amidala are the best of the best.” Fox pressed his lips to Riyo’s forehead.

“I just wish things would work out, I feel like I barely get to see Mira anymore. I know Padme’s missing her babies too.”

“This won’t last forever, things will be normal again one day,” said Fox, trying to sound reassuring. “But we can figure out ways for you and Mira to spend more time together until then. She knows the work you do is important, but she misses you too.”

Riyo craned her head upward to brush her lips against Fox’s jaw. “You’re such a wonderful father. Even better husband.” She snuggled back into him and wrapped an arm around his torso.

Fox smirked and rubbed his hand up and down Riyo’s arm. “Careful, keep talking like that and I’ll get to work on making Mira a big sister,” he said mischievously.

Riyo sat up and looked him dead in the eye. “I was actually thinking about asking you if you wanted to try for another child soon. We’d have to talk more about it in depth, I just want to know if we’re on the same page first.”

“Definitely.” He grinned from ear to ear. The thought of having another baby made his heart swell with joy.

The two leaned towards each other, meeting with a kiss in the middle. They then remained in place, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I love you so much,” Riyo murmured. “I’m so glad I have you.”

“I’m luckier to have you. I love you from now until the end of time.”

Riyo smiled and reached up to cradle his face in her hand. She kissed him again.

Later that night as he drifted off to sleep, Fox thought about how the past five years had been beyond anything he ever anticipated. The war ended after Palpatine was discovered to be playing both sides for his own gain, and he was ousted from power and held prisoner by the Jedi. (The Jedi kept him locked up somewhere hidden and were annoyingly secretive about their reasons for it, and they managed to stonewall the Senate at every turn, but that was a headache for another day)

The Republic and the Separatists had a peace treaty and were cordially frosty towards one another in their joint efforts to rebuild worlds hardest hit by the war. Most importantly for him, the Senate voted to grant clones full legal personhood. He resigned his commission without a second thought and asked Riyo to marry him. Miracle upon miracles, she said yes.

He thought back to his days as a cadet on Kamino, how his younger self could never imagine a future where he was husband to a brilliant Senator and father to a wonderful little girl. None of his brothers likely anticipated a future where they could choose their own paths, but the ones who survived the war could. Rex had his husband, kids, and a farm on Alderaan; Bly had Secura and their child and a quiet life on Ryloth; Cody and Wolffe were still in the army but they had fulfillment and a newfound sense of purpose; and his brothers in the Coruscant Guard either transferred to private security work or went to trade schools and universities. He was happy for all of them and prouder than he could put into words. It was better than the best that he once hoped for them. It was what they all deserved.

As for Fox … he had everything he ever wanted since the day he realized he was in love with Riyo. He couldn’t ask for anything else.

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andawaywego · 3 years

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Hi! I have a prompt for you that I haven't seen anywhere else: From my understanding, Jamie and her brothers were separated as kids after going into the system. What would it look like if Jamie were to reunite with one/both of them as an adult (obviously co-starring Dani)? :)

hi! i’m just now getting to this, so i’m sorry, but here it is! i’ve had a few people asking for Jamie reconnecting with her brothers, and it was a bit of a difficult scene to write, honestly. but i hope you like it!

Nerves bounce furiously around her stomach, flutter inside her chest like heavy butterflies—like wind in her veins—and Jamie knows she’s shaking. She tries to channel it into her leg beneath the table, bouncing it up and down so quickly that it shakes her chair, scooting her forward a little.

It’s nothing. That’s what she tells herself. Just an ordinary day. Everything is going to be fine.

Wiping her sweaty palms on the fabric of her jeans, she looks cross the restaurant, seeking something familiar, something comforting. She finds it in the form of Dani sitting at a table near the windows. She has a mug of tea in front of her and she’s holding it between both palms as she looks out at the people passing by on the street. Jamie’s fingers itch a little with the urge to touch her, to get up out of her own seat and go to her, but she doesn’t.

“Jamie?”

The voice is deep—much deeper than she imagined—but warm, familiar. She doesn’t even have to look up to know who it is.

Standing beside the table is Mikey, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket and looking at her with a serious expression she vaguely remembers from when he was just a baby. She looks him over, takes in the clean cut of his light brown hair, the flush of pink to his pale, freckled cheeks and the gentle curve of his nose. If she squints, she can see the Mikey she remembers seeing all those years ago, little and chubby and reaching out for her with grabby hands as his adopted parents carried him out of the group home.

“Mikey,” Jamie says, not a question. “Wow.” She pushes her chair out, scraping it against the floor, and stands before him. He’s much taller than her and she has to crane her neck a little to look up at him. “Look at ya’. God, ya’ done growin’ yet?”

Mikey’s expression falters and then he smiles. “You done shrinkin’ yet?” he asks and Jamie laughs, delighted as the nerves begin to fade a little.

The last time she’d seen him, he’d barely been able to say more than a couple, garbled words in baby-speak. Now he’s teasing her and joking around.

More than anything, she wants to hug him, but she doesn’t. Instead, she gestures to the seat across from her own at the table and says, “If you wanted to…”

They sit down and sit in silence for a few moments, taking in the sight of one another. The waitress comes by and asks for their order, and when Mikey turns his head, Jamie sees it. On the side of his jaw, blooming down his neck, the skin is faintly mottled and jagged. It disappears beneath his neckline and, she assumes, continues down his chest.

An image flashes to mind of him as a baby, skin a livid red up and down his neck and chest. She can still remember the way he’d shrieked and cried and fussed and she hadn’t a clue what to do. She’d just held him in her arms, her own shoulder aching and flaring bright, hot pain through her nerves, and tried to quiet him down.

“I’m really glad you came,” Jamie says abruptly once the waitress has gone, shocking both herself and her little brother with her honesty. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

Mikey nods. “Me, too,” he says, then, “I mean, I’m glad too. I...When Mom said you called, I...I was surprised.”

Mom.

His mother, he means. Not theirs.

The one that chose him, not the one that abandoned them both.

Jamie’s leg starts bouncing up and down again. She is suddenly very aware of the people around them. Her eyes flick over to where Dani is sitting again to find that Dani is already looking at her. She smiles. Jamie smiles back.

She turns back to Mikey. “Your mom said you’re at uni?” she says, hoping to open the conversation a little more.

“Yeah,” Mikey says. “I am. Studying accounting there.”

“That’s nice. And you like it?” He nods and she bobs her head in return. “That’s good.”

It’s strange to think of him as a nineteen-year-old. Every time she’s imagined him in the years that have gone by, he’s been a fuzzy shape or else that wailing, bright-red two-year-old that she couldn’t stop from tipping over that pot of boiling water. Some part of her expected him to be angry or perhaps even cold, given all that happened, but he isn’t. He seems happy in the most miraculous way, vivid and compassionate, filled-in colors and steady lines. They’d been blurry children together, sapped of painted edges and anything defining save for all they’d been left to carry for themselves.

She wants to ask him about his life—all of it; every part she’s missed. There are things that she does know about Denny, through the few letters they’ve exchanged over the years, but things are different there. Strained. Maybe they’re too alike. Maybe they’re too different. Jamie doesn’t know.

But she does know that Mikey is her little brother and the young man sitting in front of her—kind eyes and tentative smile; thanking the waitress as she sets a mug of tea in front of him—is a mystery she won’t be able to solve within this first meeting.

“What about you?” Mikey asks. “What have you been up to?”

Jamie doesn’t have a response to that right away. She takes a sip of her lukewarm, giving a noncommittal shrug. “A little here and there,” she tells him. There’s more to it than that, but the palatable version that has less a chance in changing the way he looks at her. “Worked at a house over in Bly for a bit, yeah. Gardening.”

It’s a very short version of the whole thing.

“Gardening?”

She nods.

“That’s nice.”

Silence falls again. They watch one another, the years and distance spreading out between them, lying flat on the tabletop. He has their father’s eyes, her eyes, and there is something in them that settles heavy in her chest. Something like: I know you and I don’t know you and I wish I could fix this.

She wonders what her own eyes say.

Probably something similar.

“Jean and Robert are good to you, though? Everything’s alright?” Jamie asks, unsure as to where the question comes from, but needing to ask. Needing to know.

Mikey nods. He spins his mug on the table. “We’re good,” he tells her. “We’ve always been.”

Jamie’s expression flickers, though she doesn’t notice that it does. “That’s good,” she says. “When we spoke on the phone, Jean seemed nice. Like she’s a good mom.”

Mikey’s eyebrows twitch upwards for a moment. She gets it. He’s not the only one carrying mother issues.

“She is,” he tells her. “I’m lucky to have them.”

At least he’s aware of that.

Across the restaurant, Dani has her chin leaned on her hand, very pointedly not watching. Jamie tries not to get lost in the shape of her profile, the dip of her jaw. It’s strange, but the longer she spends without her, the more she longs to be with her. Everything is still so shiny and new and Jamie is learning, much in the same way she’s trying to learn with Mikey. Trying to figure it all out.

But, in the end, there will always be things she can’t know—things she can’t fix. And there is peace in knowing that. In coming to terms with it.

What she can do: get to know him, ask about his classes, his friends, his interests.

Tell him about hers.

So, they talk. The two of them slashing their way through the overgrowth between them, all that dying green that’s built up in the time they’ve been apart. It aches a little, rattling like loose glass, to take these steps forward together, but they take them all the same.

And that is something, at least, if there can be nothing else.

Eventually, they come to a good enough place to end and then Jamie is standing again, just in front of her brother. Mikey towers over her and Jamie knows that they are both considering what they should do next as they part ways. Their movements have gotten Dani’s attention, though, and she’s watching them now.

“It’s really nice to see you again,” Mikey tells her honestly, far too serious for a boy his age. Affection aches in every one of her muscles at the thought. “Are you...staying in the city, or…?”

She knows what’s coming next and blinks. Says, “I’m...actually, I’m, um...I’m gonna be going to America soon, uh...in a couple days.”

Mikey does something she doesn’t expect then. He beams. “Yeah?” he asks. “Just visiting, or…?”

“Hopefully settling down somewhere,” Jamie tells him. “With, um…” She swallows thickly, heart stretched impossibly thin in her chest and thumping angrily, daring her to finish the thought. But she can’t. Not on her own. “Here, come here.”

She leads Mikey across the cafe then, over to where Dani is sitting and watching them with wide eyes, clearly not having expected to be brought into the mix. She blinks nervously, looking between the two of them, and Jamie settles a hand on her shoulder.

“Mikey, this is Dani,” she introduces. “She’s my, um…”

She doesn’t finish. Isn’t sure how. But Mikey is still smiling, eyes full of wonder at meeting this person who seems so important to his older sister. He reaches out a hand and Dani takes it, shaking it from her seat.

“Good to meet ya’,” he says and Dani smiles back.

“You, too,” she agrees. “Finally.”

Mikey nods and looks over at Jamie, beaming right back. “Finally,” she agrees and Mikey doesn’t look like he’s even considering arguing the point.

______

They make plans. Vague ones. Mikey gives her an address for uni and the telephone number for his residence hall.

Out on the sidewalk in front of the cafe, he pulls her into a hug that she has to lift to her tiptoes in order to meet. This is her brother, Jamie tells herself. A stranger still, yes, but maybe a little less strange. More than a stranger.

Her brother: golden, gentle boy that he is. He’s more than Jamie ever thought any of them would grow up to be, considering and if she has learned nothing else, she will walk away knowing this:

She doesn’t need to be sorry about anything in order to love him.

#damie #damie prompt #dani x jamie #dani/jamie #thobm #the haunting of bly manor #jamie x dani fanfic

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majorshiraharu · 4 years

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Commander Bly x Reader Fluff

Clone-Tober Day 13

Prompts: Character - Bly | Word - Hope Link to OP Post HERE | OP Blog Link HERE @/threetinyshinies

——————– Commander Bly x Gender Neutral Reader ——————–

"Is everything alright?" You hear a voice ask you -- you were sitting in an empty ship in the hanger of a base you were stationed on, you are a mechanic for the 327th Star Corps they were preparing for a mission, you had been working all day and were pretty exhausted. Forgetting to eat something for the whole day, too focused on your work. Turning your head to look at the person speaking to you noticing it was the Commander, "Oh Sir!" You shouted standing up too quickly, your vision filling with starts as you stumble forward. Bly uses his quick reflexes to catch you, kneeling down and gently turning you over, laying your upper half on his legs as he held you and called your name, trying to wake you up. "Y/N? Come on -- wake up... Y/N?" Blinking your eyes you look up at him, seeing his worried expression, "What happened??" You say trying to sit up a little too fast so he grabs your shoulders, stopping you from sitting up. "Take it easy I don't want you blacking out again." "Oh, that's what happened?" "Yes. I should help you to the medbay to get checked over." "No no, that's alright Commander, I'll be fine." "I'll make it an order if I need to." He said, clearly not joking around. "Really I'll be fine, I probably just need some food I haven't had much today...or any..." you say avoiding eye contact feeling dumb and embarrassed about what happened. If only you had taken some time during lunch break to actually go eat. Now you were stuck here worrying the Commander. He lifts his one arm pushing a button on his wrist com, calling into the medbay the medic on the other side says that he should probably have you stop by just to make sure everything was okay since there was a fuel leak you had been working on and it was hazardous he thought it best to be sure.

No matter how many times you said you were fine he wasn't having any of it, "Can you stand?" He asked helping you into a sitting position. "Yeah, I think so." "Let me help you!" He said as you started to stand up without assistance, he took your arm helping you to keep your balance, your vision was still off. "You okay?" "Maybe going to the medbay is a good idea," you replied with a weak smile. Concerned for your safety he picked you up, carrying you to the medbay, luckily for you there was no one else along the way. He sat you down on the bed in one of the rooms they said to take you to, the medic came to take some tests and ask some questions. Turns out it wasn't just not eating food, but that mixed with the hazardous fuel you'd been breathing in most of the day. "You're going to have to stay here overnight so we can monitor you, I'll see about grabbing you some food." "No need Doc I'll grab her some grub from the messhall, it tastes better than what you guys got here." "Yeah, that would probably be better. Well, I need to check on my other patients if you need me just press that button to call me." "Understood, thank you!" You reply. "What kind of grub do you want?" "Oh, um anything is fine honestly." "Okay, I'll be back shortly," Bly said walking out of the room. He picked out some food for you, remembering that he saw you eating some of these things so hopefully, you liked them, after also grabbing himself some food he heads back out to get back to you. "Y/N?" He asked waiting for you to let him know it was okay to come in. "Come in Commander." Walking in the room he uses his foot to pull over a small tray that was attached to an arm on wheels, rolling it over to your bedside and setting the tray down on it. You pull it close to you lifting the fork to eat your food, "You got my favorite!" Your bright smile and happiness for the food he brought you brings a smile to his face, glad that his observations and guess were correct. "How did you know it was my favorite?" "I saw you eating it for the last few days, so I made a guess that you liked it." "You guessed correctly, good detective work Commander," you said with a small laugh, now wondering when or why he had seen you, you don’t remember seeing him, maybe we was just patrolling or looking for something and noticed you. "You can just call me Bly...I mean -- if you want..." he was suddenly less composed that normal, avoiding eye contact as he stared down at his food. "Okay, Bly,” As you look up from your fork you notice his expression is different almost flustered, reaching out you place a hand on his shoulder, startling him slightly, the flustered look becoming more apparent as you looked at you, quickly turning his head away. "Is everything okay?" "Yes, everything is fine Y/N." "Oh that reminds me... how do you know my name?" His expression looks more panicked now, "Umm...your coworkers mentioned it." "I didn't know you talked to them." "Just once." "Oh...I hope it wasn't about our work, like if one of them messed something up or --" "No nothing like that," he said cutting you off by accident. After you finish your food he takes your tray, placing it on top of his own, walking towards the door, not saying anything, or looking back at you. "Bly?" Your words draw his attention, turning around to look at you. "Yes?" "I was hoping maybe you could stay with me, I'm not a fan of places like this it makes it hard to relax or sleep." Without any hesitation he walks back in the room, placing the trays on a counter before walking over to you, sitting down next to you on the bed. He rests his hand on yours, gently squeezing it as if to let you know that he'll be here. You scoot over some in the bed patting your other hand on the now empty area next to you, he looks to you as if to ask if it's okay, you give a smile in response. Sliding in on the bed to rest next to you, placing his arm around you pulling you close to his chest, despite being covered in armor it was still comforting as your eyes started to close, "Thanks Bly," you mutter placing your hand on his chest as you snuggle up to him.

As you drift off you feel a soft and gentle kiss on your head. He was going to get up and leave after you fell asleep, but he couldn't bring himself to move and possibly wake you, so he stayed, and ended up falling asleep as well. The reason he had talked to your friends was because he was hoping to ask you out, maybe after you both wake he could try and ask.

#commander bly #commander bly x reader #bly #bly x reader #commander bly x you #clone trooper bly #clone trooper bly x reader #gender neutral reader #majorshiraharu #clonetober #clone-tober

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dewonderewereldvanfleur · 3 years

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Dani x Jamie Secret Santa Fic

Hi there! This is my fic for @damiesecretsanta‘s Secret Santa thing! It’s for @webgeekist but ofcourse for everyone to enjoy! Merry Christmas to everybody who celebrates it, have a good day to everybody else ;)

AUTHOR’S NOTES

Apparently, there’s two Vermonts in the USA? One is a state and one is a city in Illinois? I have no clue which they went to, but people in the Dani x Jamie Tumblr group chat kindly told me that the state gets more snow, so I chose that one. Montpelier is apparently the capital. You learn something new every day!

Am I over Dani and Jamie? Not at all...

I still have a whole scenario in my head with things following this, but the fic had to end here because that’s how I planned and wanted it and also I don’t want to write NSFW scenes because I am an innocent baby. Maybe I’ll write it in the future, though.

The title is inspired by the song This must be the place by Sure Sure, a song that I found in Amelia Eve’s JAMIE playlist, which I listened to while writing this fic. Thought it fitted.

Also, this is the first fanfic I have ever written, and it might not be great, but I’m proud of it anyways. Enjoy!

This Must Be The Place Dani x Jamie - by @dewonderewereldvanfleur

In the first few months after their depart from Bly, Dani and Jamie didn’t plan anything more than one day ahead. Dani wanted to, sure, but she did not dare to dream of a ‘future’, how nearby or faraway this future might be. That’s why, when Jamie asked her about taking the train to Vermont for Christmas, Dani’s heart sank. Not because she didn’t want to go to Vermont, but because she couldn’t bear to think about Christmas yet. And Jamie understood. Jamie always understood.

“One day at a time is what we’ve got.”

And so, they resumed their adventure, one day at a time. However, on Christmas Eve, Dani found herself in a tiny shop at the mall. Jamie was getting them both dinner, as they had agreed to not do anything fancy and just eat some fries. Now was the perfect opportunity for Dani to buy Jamie some more last-minute Christmas presents. As she shoved the presents in her bag, she saw Jamie walking towards her and grabbed something else from her bag. Jamie’s eyes fell on the sparkly red envelope.

“What’s this, Poppins?” She gave Dani her fries and opened the envelope. Inside were two train tickets to Vermont.

“Early Christmas present. It’s the night train, leaves at eleven.” Dani replied. Jamie raised her eyebrows

“Dani, you sure?”

Dani smiled. Nodded. Jamie looked into her eyes, then down at her lips, where they lingered for a bit. She grabbed Dani’s hand instead. They hurried back to their room at the inn, the door barely closed behind them as Jamie put her lips on Dani’s, gently placing her hands on Dani’s lower back. Dani moved even closer to Jamie and together they stumbled backwards, until Jamie’s back was pressed against the wall. Dani put one hand one Jamie’s hip, eagerly directing her towards the bed, the other hand caressing her curls. As they fell onto the mattress, Dani moved her hand to under Jamie’s shirt. Jamie smiled, and smoothly broke away from the kiss.

“We should pack our bags, shouldn’t we?” she said, when she saw Dani’s disappointed face. She took the bag from under the bed and started putting their clothes into it. Dani reluctantly followed her lead.

…

Later that night, Dani and Jamie got on the train and walked down the aisle looking for an empty compartment. Luckily, not many people were traveling on Christmas Eve, so there were plenty left to choose from. Jamie placed the bags in the holder above their heads and passed Dani a blanket they had bought earlier at the station. Suddenly, Jamie was overcome by a sense of endearment for the other woman, who had already sat down and put half of the blanket over her legs. She kissed Dani softly on her forehead and sat down beside her, entangling their hands as soon as she was settled.

“You all right, Poppins?”

“Yeah. You?” Dani squeezed Jamie’s hand.

“Never better.”

“I’m glad. We should try and get some sleep; we’ll be there by morning.”

“Won’t be a problem. I’m knackered.” Jamie rested her head on Dani’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Dani formed the blanket around them and buried her nose in Jamie’s hair. By the rocking of the train, both soon dozed off to sleep.

…

Early the next morning, Dani woke up from the conductor, who was checking tickets a few compartments earlier in the train. She looked at Jamie, who was still soundly asleep, and reached to their tickets as silently as she could. Dani stared at the conductor and put her finger on her lips to shush him before he even opened the door. As he checked their tickets, he whispered:

“Thank you, ma’am. It’s 5:45 am, we’ll be at the Montpelier station in ten minutes. Merry Christmas.” He quietly closed the door behind him. Dani softly nudged her sleeping girlfriend.

“Jamie…” she whispered, “Good morning, Jamie. It’s time to wake up…” She nudged her another time. Jamie mumbled something. “Don’t make me get you train coffee. It’ll be worse than mine.” That got Jamie up. She slowly yawned and rubbed her eyes. Dani smiled at her. “We’re almost there. Five minutes and we’re at the station.”

“We’re there?” Jamie looked outside. Everything looked very green. She furrowed her brow. “Hoped there’d be snow here. Another time, I guess.” Dani planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Come on, let’s get ready.” She untangled their hands under the blanket and got up to put the blanket back in her bag, while Jamie stretched herself and put on an extra jumper. The train stopped and they stepped onto the platform. They sat down on a bench for a bit and took in the view. It was definitely colder than it looked, with the morning sun brightly shining down on them, as if she was delighted they were there. Dani noticed Jamie rubbing her hands together and took the present she bought the day before from her bag.

“I got you another something.”

“Poppins, I thought we said no presents!”

“Yeah, well… I couldn’t help myself. Open it!”

“When we’re settled here somewhere, I’m going to get you some presents too!” Jamie pretended to be grumpy, but very excitedly opened her present. Inside were a pair of knitted gloves and a matching beanie. She grinned. “Exactly what I need right now.” She put them on and stood up. “Let’s get settled, shall we, Poppins?”

…

Already well after noon, Dani and Jamie had found a place where they could stay for at least two weeks. They had already spoken to the owner of the cottage, Dan, after having dug through the Yellow Pages for several hours. They had lunched in Montpelier and done some separate shopping, as they had agreed. Fortunately, there were busses driving in the direction of the cottage, just outside the city, every 30 minutes, and it was only a 10-minute walk after that.

They were greeted by a brown-skinned man. He shook their hand and spoke in a heavy Vermont accent.

“Welcome to Vermon’, ladies! The name’s Dan, I live a couple m-oy-les from here, so just drop by if you need anything! Everything should be in order. I’ll come and see you in a few days anyway, for the payment and everything. For neeow, got any questions?”

“I don’t think so.” Dani looked around her. “It’s beautiful out here. The cottage looks… splendid.”

“Perfectly!” Added Jamie, grinning.

“All right, then!” Sam continued. “Enjoy the moun-ains and Happy Holidays.” He got in his car and drove away. Jamie looked at Dani excitedly.

“This must be the place, then. It really is beautiful here!” She exclaimed, looking at the mountains and the trees surrounding the tiny house. She stepped on the porch and pushed open the front door, followed closely by Dani.

The cottage consisted of roughly four rooms. The first door on the right led to a small kitchen, that just fitted a furnace, a fridge, and a sink. In the windowsill were herbs in colourful pots and spices were on shelves on the wall. Across from the kitchen’s was a cosy living room, that had a dining table, as well as two armchairs in front of a fireplace. In one corner was a basket with several knitted blankets and in another was a cabinet filled with books and boardgames. Above the dining table was a chandelier that looked ancient, but somehow had electrical lights, and next to the door was a cute little Christmas tree decorated with fairy lights and purple ornaments. When Dani returned to the narrow corridor, Jamie quickly put her presents under the tree. The bathroom was nothing special; it had a toilet, a shower, and a mirror. Dani didn’t cover it, as she hadn’t seen Eddie in months. The bedroom, like the kitchen, was quite small, which meant that the king-size bed was as wide as the entire back wall. There was a big window in the wall, and on the sides were dark purple curtains to close at night.

Dani looked at Jamie and felt her heart swell. Jamie’s hair was tied together with a bandana, but one happy curl was dangling in front of her eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, that had caught Dani’s attention even the first time they had met at Bly Manor. Jamie saw Dani staring at her and raised her eyebrows. Dani’s gaze moved down to her lips, where her eyes lingered, and she felt her cheeks turn pink. Jamie must’ve noticed too, because she leaned in, and Dani could feel her warm breath on her own lips. Dani pulled Jamie closer until their lips met, and a certain warmth filled her chest. Jamie tasted like tea and cinnamon, and the scent of her flowery deodorant filled Dani’s nostrils, until all her senses were captured by Jamie, Jamie, JAMIE. Jamie nibbled Dani’s lip and Dani let out a little gasp, which made Jamie smile. Dani pulled away to take off her jacket, and Jamie quickly resumed their kiss as soon as it hit the ground. Dani, who had her back turned to the bed, fell backwards on the matrass, and pulled Jamie with her, and-

“Ow! Shite!” Jamie cursed, as they bumped their heads together. Jamie rolled over on the bed, next to Dani. “Such a hard-headed woman, you.” She joked. Jamie looked over at her girlfriend, who hadn’t answered. “Dani, you all right?”

“Uhm, well,” Dani sighed, rubbing her forehead, “not, really. This shit freaking hurts.” Jamie pulled away Dani’s hands, and saw that it was already bruising.

“You just stay here; I’ll get you some ice.” Jamie quickly jumped off the bed and got some ice from the freezer, to put on Dani’s head. “Keep it there for a bit, Poppins, or you’ll be black and blue tomorrow. I’ll cook us some dinner.”

…

After dinner, when Dani had recovered a bit, it was time to do the dishes, but Jamie could hardly contain her excitement for Dani opening the presents. She saw the Christmas lights on the porch through the window, and as soon as washing up was done, she grabbed Dani’s hand and pulled her to the living room. Jamie grabbed the basket full of blankets and gave it to Dani. Then she grabbed the presents from under the tree.

“Let’s go sit outside, Poppins.”

“Yeah, okay. It looks cosy.” Dani smiled and they walked outside. They wrapped themselves in blankets and sat down on the steps. Jamie pulled out three presents, and she handed Dani the first one. Dani opened it to find a mug inside; painted on it were the Vermont mountains.

“It’s only for tea that I make, though,” Jamie added grinning as she handed Dani the second present. “you’re still shite at it.” Dani laughed and opened the second one. Inside were the ugliest Christmas socks she had ever seen. She tried to look glad, and Jamie burst out laughing.

“Ugly aren’t they, Poppins?” she said, still smiling widely. “I know, don’t worry. But they’re really soft and warm! I hope you’ll like this one, though.” She handed Dani the last present. It was a small, rectangular package wrapped in dark red paper. She carefully opened the present and turned the book to face the cover. It was an old copy of James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl. Jamie looked at Dani and added:

“Was my favourite book as a kid. One of the only books I had, actually. Read it so much it eventually fell apart. Literally.”

“Wow, Jamie…” Dani stammered, “I love it. It means a lot.”

“Well, I just came across it in this bookstore, and I wanted to share it with you.” Jamie chuckled. “It’s silly, but I just couldn’t put it back after finding it.”

“It’s great!” Dani assured her. “Oh! I just remembered, I found something too.” She ran inside and came back with her coat. She pulled out what looked like a couple of branches. “I found this plant on the street, and I thought you could save it…”

“You thought I could save it?” Jamie looked at Dani, and then back at the plant. “Poppins, I’m pretty sure that’s a mistletoe.”

“Are you now?” Dani grinned mischievously and locked eyes with Jamie. She held the mistletoe above her head, and she saw Jamie’s eyes dropping to her lips. Her eyelashes hid the blue of her eyes, so Dani followed the lashes, down to Jamie’s nose, Jamie’s lips, just in time to notice her softly biting her lower lip. Dani felt a shiver move through her body and took a deep, shaky breath. And then they were kissing, Jamie’s soft lips on Dani’s, her hands in Dani’s hair. Dani could hear Jamie breathing deeply and brushed her tongue along her upper lip. She felt Jamie tremble and put her hands on her hips. She grabbed the fabric of Jamie’s sweater and pulled her in even more, moving her hands under it, onto the warm skin of her lower back. Dani gasped and Jamie’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, hot and sweet and gentle and confident. She felt her heart pounding out of her chest, every beat in sync with Jamie’s movements. One of Jamie’s hands drifted from Dani’s hair to her back, drawing a line down along her neck and between her scapulae. Dani felt Jamie smile against her own lips and opened her eyes. Still embracing each other, they locked eyes and sat like that, foreheads still together, both panting heavily, unwilling to let go just yet. Dani felt something cold tingle in her neck and noticed Jamie shifting her eyes away. She followed Jamie’s gaze and saw fluffy, white flakes flurrying to the ground. Jamie smiled and grabbed her hand. As the snowflakes got bigger and the snowfall got heavier, they moved back until they were against the wall, drily under the canopy. They entangled their legs and rewrapped themselves in the blankets. Jamie leaned her head on Dani’s shoulder, and Dani wrapped one arm around her waist. Jamie sighed and quietly whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Poppins”

“Merry Christmas.”

#Dani x Jamie #Damie #The Haunting of Bly Manor #damiesecretsanta #fic #fanfiction #I wrote my first fanfic just now and I’m very proud of myself even though it’s probably shite

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Would you do Bly and Aayla with number 4 please for the random prompt thingy. Thanks :)

(from this prompt list)

Bly and Aayla are trapped in a tight space together, aaaandddd *rolls dice* one of them is suffering from amnesia!

“General!” Bly coughed. His bucket had been knocked off when the building collapsed, and the dust was coating his lungs. “General, are you alright?” There was no reply from the inert form beneath him. By some miracle, they hadn’t been crushed, though the space was so tight that Bly couldn’t move from his position above her. Debris pressed in on both sides, and one of his legs was stuck under something heavy. He wiggled his toes. Didn’t seem to be injured. Carefully, he extracted one of his arms from beneath his general. A dim beam of light was filtering down through a gap in the rubble. At least they wouldn’t suffocate before they were found. Probably. He gently took Aayla’s face in his hand, examining her for injury. His heart dropped when he saw blood seeping down the base of one of her lekku. Head injury. Bly was deeply grateful that he’d been close enough to her to tackle her when the rocket hit- it was likely only his armored body that had prevented her from being injured more severely.

“General?” he said again. “Aayla? Please, wake up.” She didn’t move. He stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. She was so still beneath him, dust coating her eyelids, lips parted slightly. Bly swallowed, a lump in his throat. She had to wake up. She had to. Bly didn’t know what he’d do without his General beside him. “Please.” A tear tracked its way down his face. He dropped his forehead to hers. “I need to to be okay.”

“Hnnrrhggg...”

Bly jerked his head up. “Aayla?” he said, desperate hope spreading in his chest.

“mmhggghhuunn...” She made another sound, like a rancor snoring, Bly most certainly didn’t think. She blinked her eyes open.

“Aayla!” Bly couldn’t contain the smile that spread across his face. “You’re alright!” She blinked again, then turned her head, examining him. Then she smiled.

“Daaaaaamn.” Aayla Secura said. “What’d a girl like me do to get to wake up in the arms of a hunk like you?” Bly felt his heart stop beating.

“What was I drinking last night?” His general continued, eyeing him the way he’d seen her eye a pack of droids before hunting them down and destroying them.

“Um.” Bly choked out.

“Not very articulate, are you?” She smirked. “I’m sure you make up for it in other ways.” Bly let out a sound like air leaking from a balloon.

“So, what’s your name, handsome?” Bly squeaked. She laughed, that beautiful, silvery laugh, and Bly would have prayed for the debris to shift and crush him to oblivion if that hadn’t meant crushing her too.

“Aww, don’t feel bad,” she said, apparently mistaking his blush. “I don’t remember anything at all about last night, much less your name. I tend to get blackout drunk really easily.” And that smile of hers was the same smile she gave Bly when she invited him into her quarters for tea.

“Bl-” he coughed. “Bly. My name’s Bly, sir. Um. Aayla.”

“Bly.” she said. She’d somehow managed to wriggle her arms around and was stroking her hands up and down his arms where he was propped up on his elbows above her. “That’s a lovely name.”

“Um, thank you. Aayla.” He cleared his throat. She didn’t remember- anything? “Uhm, do you, uh, do you go out drinking often, General? Aayla.” he corrected himself.

“Just when my Master’s not around.” She said. “He’s waaay overprotective. I’m due to graduate any month now and he still thinks I haven’t touched alcohol.” She laughed. Bly gulped. General Secura had become a knight at age twenty-one. She thought she was still a senior padawan, and apparently his General used to get blackout drunk and sleep with random guys when General Vos wasn’t looking. Bly was not going to survive this. Aayla squeezed his biceps and let out an appreciative hum.

“But he’s not here right now, Bly.” The way she said his name made heat rush down his spine. “Care to remind me of exactly what we did last night?” She looked up at him through her lashes. Bly died. His brain and heart were no longer functioning. Legally braindead, killed by his own general, they were going to ship his corpse back to Kamino and shake their heads in pity, except Cody, who’d laugh him into the grave.

He was resuscitated by a beep from his wrist comm. He fumbled around to press his finger to the button.

“Commander Bly,” he managed to choke out. Aayla’s hands were wandering down his sides.

“Commander!” General Vos’s voice came from his comm, frantic and hard. “Where’s Aayla? I can’t get through to her.”

“She’s safe, I’ve got her.” Bly said, trying to let his training take over. Which Aayla was making very difficult. “We were both in the building when it was hit. We’re buried, but not too deep, I think.”

“Alright, don’t do anything, I’m coming.” Bly shuddered. General Vos was going to kill him, and he was going to die. Again.

“Who’s that?” Aayla whispered against his cheek, and when did her mouth get that close.

“Aayla? Aayla!” General Vos said through Bly’s comm. “Are you okay?” Bly snatched his wrist comm as far away from General Secura’s mouth as he could. “She’s-ah-, mostly fine, sir, just a little- meeep!” Aayla was kissing his neck, little nips and licks and Bly was very glad he was wearing a codpiece.

“Mostly fine, Commander?” General Vos growled. Yep, Bly was dead.

“Ah, um, maybe a tiny little, uhm, head injury, sir-”

“Ooh,” Aayla whispered in his ear. “Do you have a sexy doctor friend? Is he coming to join the party?”

“What was that?” Vos snapped. “Head injury? What’s going on there?”

“Nothing sir, just, uh, please hurry, she needs medical attention,” Bly gasped out. Aayla stopped suckling on his earlobe.

“Mmm, maybe I can get some of your attention first, handsome?” She said, entirely loud enough to be heard over the comm.

“Commander Bly-” Vos said, murder dripping from his words. Bly squeaked again as Aayla grabbed his ass with both hands and squeezed.

“Please help me, sir.” He choked into the comm.

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nimsajlove · 3 years

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Brothers VI

Done! Now I can die in piece, I have posted my first complete fanfic in english and it was kinda hard. But hey, thats what I was asking for I guess...

Brothers-AU Ao3

Part I , Part V

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How did they got into this situation? When had the Separatist army gained such strength and why the hell had the Chancellor suddenly turned against the Jedi? And how could there be Jedi, who had sided with him? She stood in the hangar of her cruiser and looked at the remnants of her troops, they had just escaped the lost battle and were now fleeing across hyperspace, jumping from one point to the next and trying to cover as much distance as possible. In her hand was a datapad, a list of the Jedi who might still be alive. But who should she rush to, to help? "Let's take care of the wounded... and Kix!" The clone looked at her again as he left. "Be prepared that we won’t get reinforcements.", she said softly and he nodded, his face darkened and she turned around and hurried to the bridge. Before she and the men could make a decision, she had a few things to check of on her list.

At her destination, Fives was already under one of the control units, Echo was sitting next to him and had fixed his gaze on a datapad. "Do you already have deleted the identification number?“, he asked his brother and she could hear the annoyed snort from Fives, as she came closer and crouched down next to Echo. "I'll take that as a no?", she joined in the conversation and Fives startled, wanted to sit up and rammed his head into the control console. "Please announce yourself!", he cursed and rubbed his head, Ahsoka had to laugh and Echo couldn't suppress a smile either, despite the current situation. Since their hasty escape she had thrown the protocol overboard; the close bond between them all might be of use to them today. She didn't want to suppress these feelings. “Of course I haven't done that yet! I'm still at the controls, I'm trying to reduce the number of men we need up here.”, Fives growled and disappeared again, into the tangle of cables. Ahsoka nodded, that was good. They still had enough men to manage the cruiser, but it was better if they could reduce the number of men on the vulnerable bridge. "Good, then I'll delete the other data.", she announced and patted Echo on the shoulder, before getting to work.

After a few hours, a lot of caffeine and two outbursts, thanks to the well-encrypted technology, Ahsoka was sitting cross-legged on the bridge on the floor, another coffee in one hand and the datapad in the other. She had tried to contact other Jedi. Cody had been able to reach her, he was lucky. Master Kenobi had defeated General Grievous and they hadn't noticed much, except that most of the communication channels had been blocked. From the Chancellor! “Unsettling. How is Master Kenobi?“, she asked and Cody laughed. “Oh great. He can’t stop cursing, so it can’t be that bad.", he joked, in the background she could hear the voice of the Jedi, his accent more harsch then ever, and it conjured a smile on her face! "That‘s good. You should move as soon as possible, who knows what else they'll be sending to you.”, she adviced and Cody promised to heed it. He would send her a message, when they reached a new location.

Aayla Secura she had actually reached personally, the Jedi Master and her Commander Bly did not hesitate to believe her. "Are you safe?", asked the Jedi after giving the order to the men, to move out. Ahsoka shrugged at this. "As safe as we can be right now, we're heading for the next stop and let's see where we are going then.", she said, without wanting to reveal too much about her position. Because who could she really trust? And the connection wasn't the safest either. There was one thing Aayla doubted. "And you are sure that there are Jedi who..." Ahsoka nodded firmly and knitted her eyebrows. “Yes, we escaped from one ourselves. I don't know who, but clearly faster than me. We lost a lot of men before we got out of there.”, she sighed and the Jedi Master's face turned pitying. "Then we'll hurry up, good luck Ahsoka. May the Force be with you."

Since saying goodbye to Master Secura, she sat there and stared at the information available, she would probably have to change course... The door behind her slid open and steps came towards her. Jesse, Fives, and Echo sat down next to her. Rex stopped and looked over her shoulder, she knew that he would not be able to sit down in such a situation. "I want to make a suggestion to you.", she began and immediately had the undivided attention of her brothers. "Where do you want to go?", asked Fives, glancing at the datapad. Ahsoka willingly passed the information around and looked, once again, at her missing fingers. “I would like to search for Master Plo on Cato Neimoidia, the last known signal came from him and Wolffe. They reported a crash and have since disappeared from the scene, but I can't imagine they're dead.” She scratched the back of her head and sighed. "I hope, I would have felt that.", she mumbled and got goose bumps, in the last few hours she had become colder and colder. Whenever she felt a Jedi fall silent, the temperature seemed to drop. She had known some voices personally, and had never consciously perceived others.

It was hard not to succumb to her debilitating effects, but somehow it helped her to know that there were still men to fight with.

She hadn't been able to establish contact with Anakin, but as long as Obi-Wan Kenobi was still conscious he would look for his former padawan. "Then let's look for them.", Echo smiled and Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief, Jesse nodded in agreement and she began to get up. Then she looked at Rex, he looked worried. "That could be full of Seperatists and maybe some other Jedi.", he pointed out, but didn't cancel the plan. "I already know something.", she smiled and began to enter the new data.

They jumped out of hyperspace and Ahsoka took a deep breath, there were no separatist ships over this part of the planet. "We have to get as close to the surface as possible, maybe clouds and atmosphere can hide us.", she smiled and the men obeyed, even if Rex rolled his eyes. "Lucky kid.", he muttered and she nudged his shoulder, grinning softly.

* ~ *

It was so warm and wet! Puffing, Ahsoka fanned herself some air and looked around, everywhere water and rocks. And yet her gut feeling pulled her further in that direction. "And, already discovered something?", she called upwards and watched, as one of the men stood on one of the rocks and searched the area. “The enemy doesn't seem to be here either… But there is something over there!", he reported and pointed with his arm to the east. Her instinct also pointed in that direction and she quickened her pace.

Her little squadron followed her, the Chaos Troop and her other brothers had stayed on the cruiser. They protested, except for Rex. He understood, that she needed someone in charge if the cruiser had to flee.

It wasn't long, before she saw a small group of people on one of the stone arches fighting their way across the rough terrain. She screwed up her eyes and searched the group, then spotted Plo Koon at their end and formed her hands into a funnel at her mouth. "Master Plo!", she yelled over and the group stopped, looked around. Ahsoka immediately found a path to get to the stone arch. But when she finally got there, the guns turned on her. Behind her she could hear her men bringing their weapons up too and she raised her hands reassuringly. "Master Plo, I'm so glad you and your men are still alive.", she said with an honest smile and Plo Koon looked at her for a few seconds, then he gestured for the men to lower their weapons and Ahsoka smiled reassuringly at her squadron, the men relaxed again. The Jedi Master came over to her and looked as calm as ever, although his robes were a bit charred and stank of smoke. “Ahsoka, how nice. Forgive my men. We got into a somewhat… unexpected situation.” Ahsoka started to laugh, it wasn't really funny, but the joy of seeing the Jedi and the clones on their feet whitewashed any fear. "Who do you tell that? This is not the first time for me today.“, she sighed happily and called the gunships.

* ~ *

The grief was immense, none of the Jedi had endured near her any longer after the funeral. With slightly trembling hands and heavily pounding heart, she sat on one of the terraces of the temple and stretched her face into the warm sunlight, tried to take in some strength and get up again. The image of those terrifying eyes still danced in front of her closed eyelids, one look into them was enough to burn them into her memory forever. She had seen with her own eyes, the path that bonds might lead. But there was more, that soft stinging in her chest...

"Don't blame yourself.", it rang out from behind her and she opened her eyes, but did not turn her head. Only when the other Jedi sat down next to her with a deep sigh, she dared a look to the side, he looked so old. As if the last few hours had aged him by decades. Of course it wasn't gray or anything, but the line around Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes gave her that impression and made her even sadder. “I should have kept closer contact with him. Maybe, if the Chancellor did not have had such a big influence on him, then…", she revealed her thoughts and then looked at the arms of the Jedi Master. Two tiny, sleeping bundles lay there and despite the sadness that took her breath away, she smiled. They were so cute…

“Neither of us could have helped him where he was going. And you had to help yourself, your path has not been particularly gentle so far.", Obi-Wan pointed out and although she wanted to protest, she had to agree with him. Lost in thought, she stretched out her left hand and the little boy wrapped his around her little finger, she was a little surprised by the strength in the tiny fingers.

"Maybe, I should have talked him out of all of this with...", Obi-Wan began, but now Ahsoka shook her head. “None of us can get away of bonding with someone. I think it's our choice, how we want to cherish it.", she muttered. She didn't mean to think badly of Anakin, but the loss of so many Jedi and clones ran deep. She had realized, that every being came to such a point, at some point. Where you would lose someone and learn to live with it. Anakin had decided to let his fear and anger over the unfair fate win. She wouldn't, even if his death and the one of Padme had certainly not been fair! She would try to honor him as the kind and ambitious Master in her mind and not let the more terrible thoughts cover this image.

It was her, who stormed into the temple with the Jedi she had picked up, and found a trace of destruction. It was her strong, emphatic talent that led her to the crime scene only a few seconds late. She hadn't been able to save the children, but she had redeemed her Master after Padme had stood in the way. At least that was how Plo Koon had put it. The wording didn't really match what she had done and she picked up her weapons, looked at them for a while and then pressed them into Obi-Wan's hand, he now clasped the two swords and the children.

"I don't want to wield the murder weapon any longer, there is too much blood on it.", she sighed and suddenly a knot in her stomach, that she hadn't known about until then, loosened. "Are you sure?", the experienced Jedi asked suspiciously, but she nodded. “Yes, it's a good thing. I don't deserve them any longer.", she sighed and looked up at the sun again, her heart was a little lighter. "And what are you going to do without a weapon?" She shrugged. "Time will tell."

After saying this, Obi Wan waited a few seconds before he got up and left her alone. She just sat there for hours. Only at sunset did company join her again. Rex dropped down next to her with a grunt, she sensed that a few others were waiting at the entrance. "Here, eat.", he said, handing her a meal. She looked at it and gave a short laugh, that let the others come closer and sit down next to her. "But that's not from the temple!", she grinned and pushed the bottle of alcohol into Heavy's hand to open it for her. Then she went to work on the ration from the clone canteen, her brothers laughed. "No, we figured that you might be able to do without that little bit of what they call food.", Jesse grinned and she nodded with a sigh, before devouring the rest in record time. She hadn't realized she was hungry at all. "What's next?", Rex asked after she had finished eating and leaned back with a sigh, her back hitting Echo's side. She closed her eyes. "No idea, but we will know soon.", she mumbled, her stomach twitched in confirmation and then she heard a throat clearing behind her, she recognized Plo Koon immediately and looked over at him. His face was friendly, but Master Windu wasn't. Even though she and the Jedi got along, they would never be able to bring their views to the same level.

"The other members of the council have made a decision and I hope you will accept it.", Plo Koon announced and she got to her feet after all, it seemed to be more important than initially assumed. "And that would be?", she asked, her tone lurking. Had the Jedi Masters decided to start a conflict again? "We want to learn from your point of view and we offer you a seat.", Windu contributed and she could actually see the hint of a smile as he held out a lightsaber towards her. She hesitated before grabbing it, there was a tingling in her fingers. She activated it and was blinded when it lit up white, and seemed to be singing.

* ~ *

She watched the child. The boy jumped around excitedly and she smiled, even though her heart contracted painfully. She missed him so much... "You really want to train the little one?", asked it from behind her and she looked over her shoulder at her brothers. They were all no longer on Coruscant.

On a small moon, in a poorly populated temple, she had gathered her family around her and every day let a little more light into her heart. "But yeah, I can't leave it up to you guys. Or do you want to try it?", she teased and Jesse shook his head, laughing. When Rex came up tot hem, the younglings rushed over to them to grab lunch, she could hear the laugh of the clones and closed her eyes. It was not all good or the best, but it was okay. They were fine.

#brothers-au #star wars #clone wars #ahsoka tano #no order 66? Okay #have some fallen Jedi instead #the end #at least kinda #clone trooper hevy #clone trooper droidbait #clone trooper echo #clone trooper cutup #clone trooper fives #clone trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #clone trooper rex

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companionhell · 6 years

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How about the companions react to Sole mange to find a hidden vault or secure room with books that is still in Pre-war condition, with Sole having a bookworm of books and reading to the companions the books with a huge smile on their face.

Cait: She’d act ornery about it, but was actually semi-curious. Cait never learned to read very well, and her slowness frustrated her. She still found some satisfaction in paging through comics or reading books from the past, though, if the subject got her attention. For example, she thought history was useless, but it could still be fun enough to look at what the world used to look like. So every time Sole took her to the book room, Cait complained about it being a waste of time- but looked around the shelves plenty herself.

Codsworth: Oh, this was quite the discovery! Codsworth was rather excited about it. There were dreadfully few books in the Commonwealth, and he was pleased to see that Sole’s pursuance of intellectualism hadn’t ceased with the rest of the world’s. Besides, most of the knowledge he was programmed with was for a purely domestic Mr. Handy model; having a library to peruse could help solve problems the nuclear war presented. And it made his sir/mum happy, too, to read the books silently and aloud- Codsworth couldn’t ask for more.

Curie: Curie thought it was marvelous! She pored over several of the nonfiction reports herself, excited by all the new knowledge. It had been years since Curie had new reading material, so she was very happy about having new knowledge to absorb. As for fiction, she read very little of it herself, preferring to spend her efforts on the more scientific tomes, but she didn’t protest if Sole wanted to read her some of the classics aloud. Curie didn’t do well with the suspension of disbelief, but she appreciated the opportunity to learn more of human culture.

Danse: If Danse was still in the Brotherhood, he congratulated Sole on their discovery and set to work compiling useful works for their scribes to analyze. But even after his exile, Danse was amazed by seeing all the books in one place, and he was glad Sole was just as appreciative. He ended up reading quite a few of the books, both nonfiction and fiction, though he set the latter down if the story was too fantastical. Usually he waved away Sole’s attempts to read to him, preferring to look through the pages himself, but it was a kind gesture if Danse was having trouble sleeping, and it could help, too.

Deacon: Deacon admitted he was a sucker for Old World classics, having a collection of pre-war books he kept in good condition, so this was like heaven for him. He read pretty much everything, even the math textbooks he later made fun of, dog-earing and highlighting whatever he thought was important. With the lighter stuff, though, mostly novellas, he didn’t mind stretching out on a couch with snack cakes and letting Sole read to him. But he also increased the frequency of his threats to read War and Peace at Sole, only half-joking.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat didn’t understand the human concept of literacy, but he was glad to see Sole happy. And as he generally found the human voice calming, Dogmeat liked being read to, though his comprehension was pretty low. After all, he was a dog.

Gage: He teased Sole about their excitement around the books, but Gage actually thought it was kinda impressive. Most folks he knew couldn’t even read- hell, you didn’t even need to be able to spell your own name to be a raider. Gage was glad Sole wasn’t one of those idiots. As for himself, he could read half-decent, but he didn’t like sitting around with books all day, unless the subject was pretty fuckin’ important. The same went for listening to Sole read aloud, and he complained plenty, but he sorta didn’t mind. As long as it was interesting.

Hancock: Huh. Hancock usually didn’t strike people as the educated type, but he actually read plenty. He was a firm believer in the principle that sharp minds stayed alive, and reading while high could be a fun trip, so Hancock was pretty pleased by the discovery. And he was amused to see Sole’s reaction- you saw more bookies than book-lovers in the Commonwealth. Hancock paged through several of the books himself, picking up what interested him, and leaning back in the evening while Sole read aloud? It was pretty nice, he’d say that.

MacCready: MacCready didn’t exactly read a lot. Education wasn’t particularly valued in Little Lamplight, so he learned to read from Grognak comics and didn’t ever really expand his interests. And he absolutely made fun of Sole for geeking out over all the books. It was hilarious, for one, to see someone so invested in their pre-war relics. But it was also kinda endearing, not that he’d say that. Smiles that genuine were pretty rare. He wouldn’t read at all, though, or particularly listen to Sole reading aloud, unless they really wanted him to. MacCready figured his presence was support enough.

Nick: He was probably smiling as much as Sole was as he browsed the shelves. “Well, would you look at that,” Nick said happily, commenting on any novels he remembered. It was quite the blast from the past- not bad for pre-war souls like him and Sole. He preferred reading himself. There was nothing like leaning back in his squeaky chair on a rainy day, paperback biography or detective story in his hand. If Sole insisted on reading aloud, though, Nick couldn’t complain, especially if they had a voice fit for radio.

Piper: Piper was awed. Heck, she could live here. She persuaded Sole to take a few days off adventuring, just so the two could go through the stacks of books, starting with the stuff Nick alluded to but Piper couldn’t find other copies of. Now she could quote back at him! And she dug into whatever she could get by authors she already knew and admired, like Thoreau, Wells, and Bly, jotting down notes every other page. Piper was also glad Sole shared her interest, often reading interesting passages aloud from books herself.

Preston: He was just as excited as Sole about all the history in the room. Preston enthusiastically read any history tomes he could find, piling the heavy books beside him as he pored through them. It was his duty as a Minuteman to know about the history of the people’s militia, after all. He liked fiction too, though- when Preston was a kid, he read everything he got his hands on, and old habits died hard. Preston thought Sole’s love of books was pretty sweet, too, listening to whatever they read aloud with a big smile on his face.

Strong: Strong did not understand books. He thought they were stupid, and he thought humans were stupid for paying such close attention to them. So Strong complained a lot about Sole’s hobby, stopping a bit once he respected them more. Obviously his leader was reading for a reason. So he started demanding to be told what the words said, though he preferred Sole paraphrase rather than read it aloud verbatim. Eventually, he got a little jealous of Sole’s ability to parse that information, but Strong didn’t need to as long as they were around.

X6-88: X6 did not hide that he viewed books as useless relics of the past. Even those with useful information could be uploaded to terminals for more efficient and sustainable learning. But he grudgingly admitted that some of the books in the room could be useful, might have information they’d find helpful. So X6 scanned a few of the nonfiction books if Sole told him to, finding himself impressed by the condition they were in- and there was more interesting pre-war knowledge than he’d thought. X6 absorbed all he could, occasionally quoting interesting portions, and didn’t mind if Sole did the same.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 companions react #cait #codsworth #curie #danse #deacon #dogmeat #gage #hancock #maccready #nick valentine #piper #preston garvey #strong #x6-88

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ascreamingstrawberry · 6 years

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Theme Parks

Summary: The gang takes a trip to the theme park.

June 24th : Friendship, June 25th : Roceit, June 26th : Loceit, June 27th : DLAMP, June 28th : Patceit, June 29th : Anxceit, June 30th : FamILY

Pairings: Patceit, Logince,

Word Count: 1,673

Warnings : Deceit’s name is Sinclair in this. Sympathetic Deceit. mentions of heights, fake tattoos, I think this all fluff honestly, mentions of epilepsy

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Sinclair hated theme parks, everyone in the car ride over had become painfully aware of that within the first two seconds. Between his groaned mumbling and longing stares out the back window, they were sure he was certainly going to ruin the whole day. Well, not really, because they’d been friends for so long they knew eventually he’d give up his brooding mood to actually have some fun. They just had bets on exactly how long that might take.

Roman’s was the most ridiculous, he said Sinclair wouldn’t make it through the front gates without a smile. Logan said he’d probably show signs of enjoyment around the first hour or two. Virgil, trusting his best friend’s resolve, bet 4 hours into the day before Sinclair even took the frown off his face. Somewhere in between Patton dozing off of one Sinclair’s shoulder, and the heterochromatic eyed teenager saying for the fifteenth time just how sticky children’s hands were at theme parks, they’d arrived.

And no one could believe Roman had won the bet.

To be fair it wasn’t the amusement park itself that had casted the tiny fond smile over Sinclair’s face, but rather Patton’s wide-eyed amazed look as he wrapped his fingers around Sinclair’s hand and pulled him toward the gates.

“Fork over the cash, ladies.” Roman smirked, holding out his hand as both boys handed him a five. “Gotta remember the crush.”

“Oh shut up.” Virgil rolled his eyes, running ahead to catch up with Sinclair and Patton. It would do any of them well for them to get lost in the crowd. Logan turned to Roman to shake his head playfully.

“Nice observation.” Logan said, holding his hand out and Roman smiled. He grabbed Logan’s hand and tugged him along to catch up with the others.

Thank God Patton had an epilepsy disorder and wasn’t allowed to ride a lot of coasters, Sinclair thought to himself watching as Virgil, Roman, and Logan got strapped into one of the ones that dropped you from a super high height. He didn’t know if he’d be able to brave it for Patton if he had to. Although the fact that Logan, who had gotten on to prove a point to Roman, did look about two seconds from pissing himself made him feel a little better.

Patton liked to watch them though, and neither really felt like walking around any more than the group wanted to together, so they just leaned against the railing of the wait line and watched. Patton’s eyes followed their three friends up 10 feet, up 20, up 40, and then as they reached fifty, Sinclair made the mistake of drifting his gaze from the millions of freckles to up where their friends were waiting to drop. He swallowed, a big comedic one like you see and hear in the movies, and then reached over to grab something to ground him.

That happened to be Patton’s hand, which held Roman’s iPhone that he had been using to record the drop. Patton giggled, noticing how adorably frightened Sinclair looked, and reached over to the wiggle his fingers in between the spaces of Sinclair’s fingers. Interlocking them.

Sinclair’s eyes snapped up, blushed heavily, and then set his gaze towards the bottom of the ride, not moving his head though. Patton turned back to the ride just as the ride dropped, and he could hear Virgil’s and Logan’s screams. Roman’s was more of a ‘wooh’ then anything and when it bounced at the bottom, Patton zoomed in on their faces. Logan looked about to puke.

When the three got off the ride Virgil mentioned wanting to get fake tattoos, and he and Roman ran over to slap the money on the table for five of them, while Logan hovered a little in front of Patton and Sinclair. Sinclair was painfully aware of the fact that Patton’s fingers were still interlocked, and he half remembers the warning in that one episode of Queer Eye.

“Cupping hands means platonic, interlocked is”-well, the language was quite colorful and Sinclair certainly didn’t want to think of that with Patton still holding his hand, so let’s just interlocked fingers is, not platonic. He tried to reach up and pull the yellow baseball around to hide the blush that was now even worse, but Patton tugged on his hand, to catch up with Logan.

“Are you okay?” Patton asked, catching Sinclair’s attention. Was something going on with Logan?

“Yeah.” Logan said, kinda breathless. Okay, something was going on with Logan because Sinclair knew a lie when he saw one. “Just tired.”

“Bullshit.” Sinclair whispered, and Patton must have been the only to hear it because Logan didn’t change at all, but Patton squeezed his hand tightly. At least he noticed it.

When Virgil and Roman called them over, the three stood patiently waiting for their turn to be tattooed. Sinclair stood next to Logan while Patton was being done, with his arms crossed trying not to think about how empty his hand felt, and completely enamored with the way Patton swung his feet like he was just buzzing with energy. Which he was, but it was still cute. When Patton was done he pushed Sinclair towards the chair. Sinclair sighed, lifting his shirt up to his shoulder to keep it out of the way while he tattooed his forearm, wincing as he heard Patton gasp.

The freckles littering his face was one thing, Sinclair figured a ton of people had freckles, but Sinclair liked to think he kept his vitiligo pretty hidden. It was light enough on his hands that not many people tended to notice, but his chest and shoulders were the worst, so he tended to never wear tanks or anything. Patton walked forward, tracing the edges of the small patches, the ones on his legs were bigger, but no one said was saying anything.

When Sinclair was done he hopped off, letting Logan take his place, and he was going to hang off a bit, but Patton grabbed his hand again and pulled him close enough to where their shoulders were touching. Roman and Virgil were chatting, Roman watching Logan intensely, and so none of them heard Patton whisper to Sinclair. “You’re beautiful.”

And the rest of the day went the same, Patton trying to find ways to make Sinclair blush like winning him the only Chimchar plushie in the whole park just because he mentioned it, or eating the opposite side of his cotton candy ball at the same time as him. It was driving him insane, no one should allow to be this cute. And yet here he was, swinging their connected arms as he now full on had his elbow in the bend of Sinclair’s, holding the teddy bear plushie Sinclair had paid almost fifteen dollars to try to win, and just kind of gazing all over the theme park.

“Alright, the park’s almost closing, should we head out?” Logan bent over slightly as the other three came off another ride. Roman came up behind him to gently ask him if he was okay, but Logan snapped upward, smiling again.

“Can we do the ferris wheel?” Patton asked, bouncing up and down as he pointed to the middle of theme park where the giant white wheel with rainbow lights decorating the sides sat.

“I’m down.” Sinclair said, already pulling Patton along by their collected limbs. Three other shrugs later and the five were in a circular cart. Virgil was leaning slightly over the side taking pictures, Sinclair and Patton were sat so close to each other barely a breath separated them, and Logan was stiff as a board next to Roman.

“Lo, are you okay?” Roman asked, shaking Logan’s arm a little and in turn shaking the cart just the tiniest bit but it was enough to make Logan flinch and death grip onto Roman’s hand on his arm.

“If-if-you-must know, I am t-t-erri-b-bly afraid of-of heights.” Logan stuttered out, closing his eyes and Patton frowned, squeezing Sinclair’s hand once.

“But you’ve been riding rides all day!” Roman protested, wrapping his arms around the nerd’s shoulders anyway, pulling him tightly against his chest.

“Because you asked me too.” Logan mumbled and Roman sighed, reaching down to play with Logan’s hair.

The ferris wheel ride was over soon enough, and Logan and Roman headed off pretty far ahead of them to the car, while Virgil went to the bathroom, Sinclair took the time to turn to Patton. Who had done the same thing, and now Sinclair was eye to eye with him and his big goofy smile that made him forget anything he was going to say. “Did you have fun today, Sinclair?”

“Yes.” He replied quickly, relaxing when Patton giggled.

“I’m glad.” Patton said, leaning forward just a tiny bit so their noses were touching. Sinclair was standing in the middle of the amusement park, his favorite place now, as Patton leaned down that tiniest bit to press his lips against Sinclair’s. It was soft, and sweet, just like Patton himself honestly. And just as Sinclair was about to press a little harder, something went off behind him and he squeaked, throwing himself at Patton. Literally.

“It’s just fireworks, love.” Patton laughed, patting Sinclair’s head as he glared, and Patton dragged them back to the car. Honestly, Sinclair would let him drag him anywhere as long as he got to see the small little smile he shot back at him when they climbed into the backseat.

Virgil had ran at the car when Roman playfully pretend to leave, letting the now sweaty emo climb in the backseat. He flipped them off, collapsed along the third seat, with Logan in the passenger’s seat. And Patton leaned his head on Sinclair’s shoulder, as they pulled away, and for almost a half hour Sinclair could see the ferris wheel without squinting.

Yeah, he thought as Patton’s soft little snores filled the car over the low sounds of Ariana Grande, maybe theme parks weren’t so bad.

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We’re Ok.

(This is an RP between myself and @thefoodwiththedood for their character Hes and my Xiris! All named OC clones belong to Wyatt as well :>

Full fic under the cut!)

Deer-Head-Xiris.

The supply ships began their descent toward the planet’s surface, Xiris at the helm with their master Aayla Secura and Commander Bly. The destruction from the battles on the ground was visible the moment they broke through the thick cloud cover. Remnants of bombings and blaster fire encased the surface like fresh wounds, a few fires still burning around fallen battle droids and clone trooper vessels. It’s awful, Xiris thought, they couldn’t even tell who the victor was from this . “We’re approaching General Krell’s basecamp.” Reported the piloting clone trooper. “Very good,” Aayla responded, “from the looks of it, I’m sure we have our work cut out for us...” Bly spoke lowly, “I’m wondering how much this victory was worth, if I’m gonna be honest.” Xiris hopped onto their Master’s shoulders, “this is Krell’s work, right? Didn’t Nat say they didn’t like him-“ They were cut off by Aayla holding a finger to her own lips, whispering in response, “Shhh, Xiris- now is not the time for that, Krell’s men need our help.” Xiris whispered to her quiet enough to where only she and Bly could hear, “I know, I know- but still...” Aayla sighed in response, “Do not start anything you may regret, padawan. I trust Nat’s judgement of others as much as you do, but we must focus on the task at hand.” Xiris nodded, a heaviness settling in their gut as the basecamp came to view. There were hardly any troopers visible at all, many if not all of them clearly injured but still helping to treat others in worse condition. There were a few tents, however, and Xiris hoped there were more survivors there.

Aayla put a hand on Bly’s shoulder, motioning for Xiris to go over to him. “Commander, you and Xiris go to the wounded. I’m to meet Master Krell in the main tent, I’ll be joining with you two again later on.”

“Yes, General.” Bly brushed a hand against Aayla’s, a silent gesture of affection the two of them had developed as a ‘goodbye’ for while they’re on duty. Xiris noticed this each time, but knew better than to speak of it.

The ships landed, troopers hurrying off to assist with supplies. Bly and Xiris made their way to a large concentration of injured clones, going to speak with the other commanding officers. Xiris hopped off of Bly’s shoulders and went to assess the situation for themself. They walked over to a clone who was unconscious on a makeshift stretcher, his right leg missing. It was hard not to be overwhelmed by all of this pain, Xiris was often too empathetic for their own good. No matter how many battles they joined, it never got easier at this point. They reached their small hand out to hold the clone’s hand, gripping it gently.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"He'll be okay," Luhsanuhes piped up, walking towards the Lurmen. She'd been surprised to see them at first as she walked into camp, just as she'd been too shy to speak up immediately. The way they grabbed Greaser's hand helped to settle her nerves, however---somehow, that made them seem more kind than strange. Luhsanuhes joined them at Greaser's cot, setting a hand on his shoulder. "Our medics are some of the best in the army," she sighed deeply, reflecting on the past battle "we need 'em more than the rest of the army, too"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris was somewhat startled when they were approached, as their focus had been fairly intense just a moment before. They nodded in response, however, acknowledging the new presence.

“I can understand why…” they responded, eyes moving from the clone to the devaronian girl. “You are Krell’s padawan, yes? I’m Xiris, Master Secura’s padawan.” They extended their hand to her, removing it from the Clone’s grasp.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

After a moment's hesitation, Luhsanuhes took her hand from Greaser and shook Xiris's. "Commander Luhsanuhes Kassonchuav Chad'tekt, at your service," she smiled embassedly, realizing Xiris probably didn't care about full military titles "You can shorten that, though, if you want---Oh, and...this is Greaser" she gestured to the trooper on the cot, gently squeezing his hand as Xiris had done. "He jumped on a grenade to save me and General Krell---I mean, he didn't ask if the general was alright when I helped him here, but I'm sure he meant to save the both of us"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

They regarded the clone once more, silently wishing him well before responding.

“Luhsa...nuhes,” they carefully spoke her name, attempting to get it correct, but to their dismay, they couldn’t keep up with the rest of the name. They were relieved when she said they could shorten it, “Oh! Hmm, would you mind if I called you Hes? Or Lucy, whatever you’d like!” Their ears perked up as they suggested names, they enjoyed creating familiarity with new people.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Hes..." Luhsanuhes repeated the nickname---it was only the last syllable of her first name, but it had a certain ring to it. A comforting sound, almost. "That's...yeah, I like that!" She stifled a giddy laugh, but she couldn't stop herself from at least smiling. "I mean, everyone usually just calls me 'commander', but that's way better!"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris beamed a big smile at her, satisfied with their work. “Ohh yes!! I’m glad you like it!”

Xiris occasionally had the honor of gifting names to a few new clone recruits, and this had a similar good feeling to it. Their mood quickly reverted, however, as they heard Commander Bly call their name, and they remembered what their purpose of being there was.

“Commander Xiris,” he spoke as he walked over. He held his helmet under his arm, nodding to them both, “Commander Luhsanuhes,” he acknowledged, and as opposed to Xiris, Bly had no trouble with names. He returned his attention to Xiris, “I’ve just gotten word that there still may be surviving troopers on the field. General Krell is to stay here and oversee the relief efforts, but General Secura has requested our assistance in search and rescue.” He looked back to Hes, “I’ve not received specific orders for you from Krell, Commander, but I’m sure we could use your help, if you choose to assist.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Sure---I mean, of course, commander" Hes said, quickly regaining her composure. There was a twinge of optimism in her voice, though, for she knew hanging out with Xiris for a while longer would be fun. She'd only just met them, but she already knew she wanted to be their friend. "Oh, I should call in Deckard, he might be a help too," Hes pushed a button on her wrist-com, lifting it to her face. "Deckard, you still alive, buddy? General Secura's men and I are going out for a search n' rescue op. We could use your help, if you're not busy." "Affirmative" the ARC trooper on the other end of the comm said, prefaced with a deep, tired sigh. "I'll meet you outside the camp." "Copy that, D, thanks," Hes replied, turning off the comlink. She worried she might be tearing him away from some important work, but she also knew she'd be better company for him than Krell.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“Glad to have you along, Commander.” Bly said, putting on his helmet as Xiris climbing up to his shoulders.

“Oh boy! A mission with Hes!” Xiris spoke excitedly from their perch.

Bly led the way toward a few speeders, already knowing their destination. “We received a distress call to the east. The signal was weak, I suspect there’s a soldier trapped under a tank or something similar.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Could be," Hes replied, scenes from the battle flashing in her mind as she thought about what could have happened. "I just hope everyone's alright," "Commander," Deckard said, causing Hes to turn and face him. He looked as disheveled as ever, yet somehow even more tired than during the battle. Seeing Xiris and Bly, he instinctively stood at attention. "ARC-2049, reporting for duty."

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris waved at the ARC trooper, always glad to have new people along.

Bly nodded to him, “Appreciate the help, soldier.” He climbed onto his speeder, Xiris still with him. “Let’s make this mission a quick one, there’s too many brothers in need.”

He revved his engine, waiting for the others to board theirs. “General Secura has gone ahead of us, we’ll meet her there.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes and Deckard boarded and started their speeders, ready to follow Xiris and Bly's lead. "Let's not keep them waiting," Hes said.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Bly led the group across the battlefield, driving through clouds of smoke and ash. His and Xiris’ wrist coms beeped, each of them promptly answering the call. Aayla’s voice was heard through the speakers, along with the distinct sound of her saber deflecting blaster fire.

“Bly, Xiris!” She shouted, “I’m at the wreckage, the soldier is trapped within-“ the sound reverberated again, “I've been ambushed- a group of remaining droids also heard the distress signal, the quicker you all get here, the better!”

Bly promptly gained speed as soon as he heard the first blaster shot, “We’re on our way, General! Hold tight!”

Xiris hadn’t been expecting to be fighting today, but knowing their master was in danger, they were more than ready to throw down. They took their sabers off of their belt, situating them into the staff position. They shouted back toward Hes and Deckard, “the battle’s not over yet, be ready!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Got it!" Hes called back, nodding to Deckard. The two accelerated to match Xiris and Bly's pace, and soon they saw the wreckage of the tank in the distance. Sure enough, blue and red blaster bolts were criss-crossing through the kicked-up dust, and as they approached the squabble Hes could clearly make out the sound of marching droids. Quickly, she unclipped the guard shotos from her belt, and Deckard pulled one of his blasters from its holster.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Aayla had been backed up against the large vehicle that the clone was trapped in, fighting tooth and nail to keep both of them in one piece. She’d already taken out a number of droids, their metal corpses piling up at her feet, but many were still showing up.

Bly skidded his speeder to a stop, intentionally using the momentum to fling Xiris off toward the droids. They bellowed out a shrieking battle cry as they ignited their lightsaber, plunging right through 4 battle droids and landing next to their master.

Bly drew his blasters and charged in behind them, “I thought the droids were all taken out?!” He shouted over his blaster fire, joining his General and Commander.

“I was also under that assumption-“ Aayla responded, “somehow, we were misinformed.”

A few droideka came toward Hes and Deckard, as a tall octuptarra tri-droid approached the group further off, shooting cannon rounds at them as its giant form gaped across the landscape.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"I got the tripod!" Hes shouted, jumping from her speeder and landing with both her tonfa ignited. "D, take the rollers!" "On it, sir!" Deckard shouted, grabbing three thermal detonators from his backpack. Still riding his speeder, he rushed behind the droideka and threw the detonators into the wind, allowing them to slow up as they fell. Each one met its mark, passing through the droids' ray shields and blowing them to bits as he sped past. He came to a stop just past them, hopping behind his speeder for cover and blasting every droid that came near him. Meanwhile, Hes ran towards the Tri-droid, jumping left and right to dodge the shots from its cannons. Once she was close enough to the droid, she slid to a stop underneath it, and in one quick motion she swung her Tonfa around towards one of its legs, creating two clean cuts: one on top of the other. With a sharp inhale, Hes used the Force to push out the section between them, sending the piece flying away from her. Unable to support itself, the droid toppled to the ground beside her, and as Hes stabbed her sabers into its head, it finally ceased to move.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Aayla made quick work of the remaining droids on the ground now that Xiris and Bly could protect the vessel. One after the other she cut them down, using the force to blow the last few to pieces. The battle was quick, but a new stress was present in the air.

“Master! Hes!” Xiris shouted to the two in the battlefield, “we need to get him out of this thing, it’s sprung a gas leak!”

Aayla turned her head, noticing a fire creeping toward the vessel. She reached a hand out, holding back the flames with the force.

“I will keep the flames at bay, you four get that soldier out of there!”

Xiris nodded, hastily moving to also use the force. “Hes, help me tear this thing apart! We can hold the ship up while Bly and Deckard get him out!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Right!" Hes ran back towards the tank, joining Xiris near its cockpit. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused her strength on the machine, ready to lift on Xiris's cue.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“Slowly,” Xiris said, beginning to lift the broken top layers off of the craft.

Through the creaking and scraping of metal, a muted, pain-filled cry could be heard from within. Once the ship had been sufficiently torn in half, the clone was finally visible.

Without hesitation, Commander Bly darted toward him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up as carefully as he could in a rush. The injured trooper was in terrible shape- blood dripping out and staining his once shiny armor.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Deckard dashed forward to help, joining Bly as they pulled the soldier the rest of the way. Once they were clear of the ship, Deckard let go of the trooper's arm and set him gently on the ground.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

With the soldier safe, Xiris released their force hold on the ship, dropping it into a clanging heap.

Bly made a quick assessment of the injured clone’s condition. “He’ll live,” Bly stated, “but we gotta get him back to camp quick.”

Aayla pushed the flames back far enough to give them all time to mount their vehicles, running over to her own. “Let us not waste time, then,” Aayla spoke with an intensity in her voice that was not present before, “I need to have a chat with General Krell about this.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

A chill ran up Hes's spine as General Secura said that, and she shared a worried glance with Deckard as she too released her hold on the tank. No one knew better than them that General Krell didn’t respond well to confrontation. The mere fact that they'd left their posts to save one soldier would already have him furious, so there was no telling what he'd do if General Secura tried to criticize him. Nevertheless, Hes boarded her speeder, and as Deckard loaded the injured soldier onto his speeder he did the same. They'd all just have to face the music together.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“Master Pong Krell!” Aayla Secura was on the verge of shouting as she approached the main tent, a sternness present in her voice that Xiris had never heard before.

General Krell turned away from his screen as he heard his name, finding Master Secura walking toward him with Bly and Xiris close behind.

“Is there a problem, Master Secura?” Krell asked, unenthused by whatever she was fixing to be on about.

“You had told me all enemy forces had been defeated,” she crossed her arms, veering up at him, “we were just ambushed on our rescue run, explain this.”

“Rescue run?” Krell questioned, “I’d gathered all our groups. We have enough to deal with here as it is, and you saw fit to go on some crusade while there’s clones dying here?”

“THAT clone was dying,” Aayla stated. “You left him behind to perish, and misled me to believe that you’d cleared this planet of its droid presence.”

Aayla’s accusatory tone was beginning to get on Krell’s nerves, “Are you telling me you left base to save just one clone? How unbelievable-“

“Do NOT tell me what is believable,” Aayla abruptly cut him off, “it was irresponsible to deceive me and my troops into believing this was no longer a battle zone just to have us bring you medical support. My fleet is not fitted for battle. You’ve not only further endangered your men, you have brought mine into your mess as well.”

“The droids are kept at bay, Master Secura.” Krell’s teeth were visible through his sneer, “My strategy has ensured that they’ll no longer attack our base with their current numbers, they’re too weak to make an attempt at the camp, even with our own condition.”

“Your ‘strategy’ killed half your men!” Xiris couldn’t help piping in, “what kind of General incorporates leaving men behind into their battle plan?!” their sudden presence in the conversation caused Krell’s seething gaze to shoot down at them.

“You teach your padawan to run her mouth, Aayla?” Krell’s voice was unsettlingly quieter now, each word piercing into Xiris like needles. Xiris instinctively grasped at Bly’s leg armor to feel less isolated and small, Bly shifting his position to have him between them and Krell. Krell looked back to Aayla, his words maintained their chilled cruelty, “She’s taking after you quite well then, I see.”

“They are speaking the truth.” She hissed back, maintaining her disposition, “And they certainly seem to know more than you. You can save your insolent excuses for the council, Krell. I’m calling in for reinforcements. You’re being relieved of this mission, effective immediately.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes had planned to follow her new friends into their talk with Krell, but when she heard the shouting begin it was all she could do to stay near the entrance of the tent and not run away. She and Deckard just stood a small distance behind Xiris and Bly, watching helplessly as their general got angrier and angrier. Then, Xiris became the target of Krell's fury. They shouted up at him, and for a brief instance, Hes feared for their life. She'd certainly been punished by Krell for less---thankfully, though, Xiris was able to retreat behind Bly once Krell got confrontational with them. At that point, Hes was almost reduced to tears; she wanted to run away from Krell, or stand up for Xiris, or do anything, but she was frozen in her tracks. Her shoulders began to shake and her breath became shallow, but as Deckard gently set his hand on her shoulder, she was able to steady herself. She had no idea how much longer she could keep her composure, though, as she feared that she would be the next one to get yelled at by Krell.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Further attempts at prolonging the argument were made, but met with no success. Defeated, Krell’s heavy steps stormed past Aayla’s crew. He stopped only to stare down Hes, a silent signal for her and Deckard to follow him out.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Silently, Hes nodded to him, saying nothing and turning her gaze to the floor. She'd been defeated before she could even get a word in. Deckard followed the general out immediately, but Hes took a second to look toward Xiris, silently apologizing for both her general's temper and her own cowardice.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris peered out from behind Bly’s leg at Hes and Deckard, sensing the distress. “Will they have to leave, too?” Xiris asked, “Hes and Deckard, I mean.”

“I will only request Krell to have reassignment for now,” Aayla responded, understanding Xiris’ concern. “Those two are not at fault for this, their help here would be preferable.” She put a hand on Xiris’s head, patting gently, “I will do all I can to see to that, I promise.”

Xiris nodded, watching at the tent’s opening with worried eyes.

Krell stopped in his tracks, back facing his padawan and the ARC trooper, now a decent distance from the main tent.

“You went with them,” he spoke. An accusatory statement, rather than a question, but still one demanding a response.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes stood in shock for a moment before turning and walking towards Krell, averting her gaze despite him facing away from her. "Y-yes, general," she eked out, once again on the verge of tears. "I thought...I mean, I wanted to---" "General, if I may interject," Deckard chimed in, cutting off Hes's stuttering and walking up next to Krell. "It was my idea to accompany Commander Bly and Commander Eksvee---I had a feeling something was off about the situation, so I requested Commander Chad'tekt come with us for extra backup. Her only intent was to ensure our safety." Once again, Hes wanted to speak out---Deckard was always taking the fall for her mistakes, always getting yelled at by Krell when she deserved to. She wanted to tell the truth, but once again, her fear paralyzed her. All she could do was wait for the General to pass judgement.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Krell peered over from behind his shoulder, staring both of them down for a second before turning to face them.

“Your ‘feelings’ were wrong, ARC-2049,” he spoke low, “even if what you told me just now was true, you should have checked with me before making a stupid decision. And as for you, Commander Chad’tekt,” he loomed over her, dread filling the air. “All I have done for you, and you still manage to disappoint me.” His teeth shown yet again, in anger.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes looked up at him for but a moment, once again looking toward the ground the instant her eyes met his. "I apologize, General. It won't happen again." Deckard moved as if he had something to say too, but he ultimately stayed silent.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“I’ll see to it.” He said, perhaps intending to say or do more at the time, but something behind the padawan and clone caught his eye.

Xiris was trotting on over toward them, a holo pad in hand.

“General Krell,” they approached him, determination in their steps. “The council has given you re-assignment.”

Krell took the holo pad from them, almost yanking it out of their hand when they gave it, to which Xiris frowned up at him. He looked over the screen, a deep dissatisfaction settling on his features.

“I’m to return to Coruscant and meet with the council in person…” anger made itself apparent once more, “... while Padawan Chad’tekt oversees my troops?!”

Xiris, mighty proud to be the one to deliver that news, shot a sly smile up at him, “Yes Sir, thems is the orders!”

He all but growled down at them, but could see Aayla watching them all from the tent with her arms crossed. He restrained himself, handing the holo pad back to Xiris. He looked back to Hes, shooting a ‘we’re not finished here’ look at her, before stomping off to his ship.

Once Krell was out of earshot, Xiris tugged at Hes’ hand, “I’m sorry, Hes. I didn’t mean to get you and Deckard in trouble... Hopefully a break from his presence will be good for you.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Its okay...we're okay" Hes almost whispered, still reeling from Krell's berating. With a deep breath, she turned to Xiris, smiling as she gently squeezed their hand. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I wanted to stick up for you there, but...I..." her voice trailed off and she looked away, realizing there was no excuse for freezing up like that. Thankfully, Deckard broke the silence for her. "We...have a lot of work left to do," he said, grabbing Hes's attention, "You're in charge for now, Commander---what are your orders?" "Give everyone some time to rest, first of all," Hes said, some confidence returning to her voice. "Once everyone's feeling ready, we'll get to work fixing things up." "Thank you, sir" Deckard replied, sighing with relief as he walked off towards the other troopers' tents. As Hes watched him go, she suddenly realized she'd been holding Xiris's hand the whole time. She quickly let them go, uttering a quiet 'sorry' out of embarrassment.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris had been looking up at Hes with wide, dilated pupils when she’d held their hand for that long, way too happy about it.

Aayla walked up to them now that Krell was gone, “anything that’s gone wrong here I can say for certain was Krell’s doing,” she said to Hes, “I won’t have you or your troopers blaming yourselves for following or not following his orders on this mission. We must focus on taking care of each other now, ok?” She smiled at Hes and Xiris, “As Commander Hes ordered, it is time we all got some rest.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Thank you, Gene---er, Master," Hes said, catching herself halfway through. Somehow, she felt more comfortable calling Aayla 'master'---she was how a Jedi should be, not a warmonger like Krell. With a happy yet tired sigh, Hes turned to Xiris. "I'm gonna go check on Deckard and the others, see how everyone's feeling---wanna come with?" she asked, smiling. "I'm sure all the guys would wanna meet the person who sent Krell packing"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Bly called to Aayla from the main tent, requesting her presence for something. She bid the two padawans farewell for the moment, excusing them to do what they please.

Xiris waved to Bly from the tent, then nodded up at Hes, “Oh yes!! I’d love to meet everyone!” They hopped once in excitement, “I can help treat the wounded, too!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes couldn't help but laugh---Xiris's enthusiasm was proving to be contagious. "That would be great! C'mon, everyone's probably hanging out near the barracks," Hes ran over peeked around the corner of one of the tents, and sure enough, six troopers (Deckard included) were sitting and talking quietly around a small fire. Hes walked forward to join them, beckoning Xiris to follow her.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris trotted along after her, following close behind as they both approached the others.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

As Hes rounded the corner, she took a quick note of which troopers were there. Deckard was of course the first one she recognized---he was laying on the ground opposite the campfire, his helmet at his side and his head resting on his crossed arms. She thought he was sleeping at first, but he gave her a quick smile and wave as she walked by, which she returned. A ways off from Deckard, Hes spotted Chain, quietly humming into his harmonica. A bloodied bandage was wrapped around his head, obviously a wound from the battle. Opposite from him, Rancor and Gundark played rock-paper-scissors with their two shared good arms. They'd lost their left and right arms, respectively, to the same landmine, but that never seemed to bother the two---they were inseparable even before that, so one pair of arms was enough for the two of them to share. Next to them, Ramsey was sitting closer to the fire, holding a ration bar skewered on a stick over the flames. She watched as he brought it to his nose and gave it a quick sniff before returning it to the fire to cook a little longer. Hes never figured out how he was able to make military slop taste like gourmet cuisine, but somehow, he always managed it. Finally, right across from Hes, Scrap was threading two more battle droid fingers onto his ever-expanding necklace. In any other battalion he would have been reported to his C.O. and court-marshalled, but with Krell's battalion, the camaraderie and dislike for the General was so strong that no one dared to rat him out. As Hes walked in and caught the troops' eyes, they all immediately stopped what they were doing and stood at attention, thinking that Krell wasn't far behind her. "At ease, guys," Hes said, understanding their concern, "General Krell's been ordered back to Coruscant, effective a couple minutes ago," she turned back and gestured towards Xiris, "Thanks to them. Xiris, meet Ramsey, Rancor, Gundark, Scrap, Chain, and---well, you know Deckard already."

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris waved, giving them all a big smile. “Hello!! It’s nice to meet you all!” They scratched at their head, “It wasn’t all me, though... Master Aayla reported him to the council. The rest of this mission’s gonna be carried out without ‘em.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hearing this, the troopers breathed a collective sigh of relief, and they sat back down. "Glad to hear it," Chain spoke up, "maybe we'll finally be able to get back in shape before Krell throws us at the clankers again, eh?" "Hope so," Ramsey chimed in, pausing to blow on his charred ration bar. "Still, I worry if we'll even be able to. I mean, this time it was little more than us and the medic crew that made it out in one piece---who knows how many of us'll make it through the next 'Full Frontal Assault'?" he made air quotes with his fingers as he said it. "Full frontal death-march, more like," "C'mon guys, we'll make it through," Hes said, attempting to lighten the mood. "I know Krell can be a little reckless at times, but it's only because he's dedicated to the Republic's victory," "Easy for you to say, Commander," Scrap scoffed, still working on his necklace. "Only reason you don't get thrown out there with us is you're harder to repla---hey!" He was cut off by Gundark punching him in the shoulder, and a stern look from Rancor shut him up. Hes sighed. "It's okay, guys, he's not wrong. I wish I could change how Krell thought about Clones, but...you know how he is. I hope you all know I don’t agree with him, though. I could never replace you guys---not even you, Scrap." Scrap couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks, boss".

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris watched with wide eyes, listening intently to the words the soldiers spoke about their general. They couldn’t understand how Krell could feel alright treating them how he does, you’d think a Jedi- a Master, no less, would know better. They hadn’t the words to console these soldiers, they knew that their experiences were nothing that they alone could atone. But they could, at least, bring them more good news.

“I’m sorry you’ve all been through this… My Master has called in for extra support, no one’s gonna make any of you fight here again while we have a say about it.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Well, we really appreciate that, Commander" Ramsey replied, smiling. "It's nice to know there're Generals in the army who still care about us." He paused once again to pull his ration bar from the fire, and after blowing on it again, he decided it was ready. Carefully, he pulled it from the skewer and held it out to Hes. "Wanna test it out?" With a smile, Hes grabbed the ration bar and bit into one end of it. Instantly, it melted in her mouth---heating it up had softened it---and to her surprise the bars' typical vitamin-y taste was replaced with an all-too-welcome sweetness. It tasted a bit like honey, but also sort of buttery, like a flaky pastry with the texture of a roasted marshmallow---it tasted kind of marshmallow-y, too, for that matter. "Like it?" Ramsey asked, earning a nod of approval from Hes. "I found some honeycomb in a tree by the armory---all it needed was a little christophsian sugar and bantha butter, and boom, makeshift-honey glaze!" "Oh, man," Hes said, her mouth still partially full. "Xiris, you gotta try this, it's amazing!" She held out the intact side of the bar to Xiris, hoping they wouldn't mind taking from the other end.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris tentatively sniffed at the ration bar. Could something that was usually tasteless to them really be that good now? They took a small bite, immediately tasting the sweetness. “Oh! Wow!!” They savored the flavor, it’d been a while since they last had anything tasty at all, “That’s amazing, I’ve never had a ration bar I’ve enjoyed before, haha!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Ramsey laughed. "Yeah, I could never stand 'em myself---figured that if I was gonna have to eat 'em for the rest of the war, I should learn to make 'em taste good," he got to work making more, skewering five bars on the same stick. "Isn't that what this war's always been for us?" Deckard spoke up, still laying on the ground with his eyes closed. "Making the best of the life we've been served? Seasoning all the bitter death and destruction with sweet little moments like this?" He sighed. "I wonder, though---will this give us strength for when we have to go back to the normal ration bars, or will it just make us long for the sweet honey-glazed ones above all else?" "Is that your way 'a sayin' you want one, too?" Ramsey asked. Deckard smiled. "Sure" Ramsey promptly added another bar to the skewer. "That's Deckard for ya, always philosophizin'" Chain chimed in, moving his harmonica back up towards his lips. "Any requests?"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris was fascinated by the words Deckard spoke, half wondering if he wrote poetry in his spare time. They’d love to read his poems if he did, they thought. He could have a solid career as a writer if they all made it out of the war.

They scooted closer to Hes, feeling a cool breeze wash over the group. “Hmm,” they let out a small yawn, “something soft and slow, maybe?” The clouds above had begun to part, revealing a starry sky. Xiris could feel their sleepiness kicking in.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Chain nodded, cradling the instrument in his hands and bringing it to his lips. Per Xiris's request, he played one of his favorite slow songs---one he'd picked up from the locals of a forest world during his first deployment with Krell. As he played, Ramsey handed out his new batch of ration bars, and soon the sounds of laughing and friendly banter danced around the campfire as languidly as that of the music. Even Hes laughed along with the soldiers, for she found the usual tension between them had all but melted away---usually they regarded her as a mere extension of Krell, but with him gone any fear of judgement was gone. When the Krayt Dragon's away the Womp Rats will play, she guessed. As the night wore on, the troopers started to fall asleep right where they were, laying just as Deckard was---all of the beds in the tents were being taken up by the wounded, so the strongest of the group were forced to sleep under the stars. Hes herself was getting a little tired, but her enjoying the warmth of the fire was enough to keep her awake.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris was on the verge of dozing off along with the others, laying down curled up next to Hes. They kept their eyes trained on something off to the side, further off near the other tents. They saw Master Aayla and Bly outside one of the medical tents. Their words were inaudible to Xiris, but they noticed yet again that gentle brush of the hand, an intimate moment shared between them before they separated for the night. Xiris sighed heavily, curling up tighter.

“Hes..?” Xiris asked quietly as not to wake the others.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Hm?" Hes murmured, almost dozing off herself—she hadn't even noticed Xiris snuggled up to her, in truth, but she didn't mind it much.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

They were quiet for a moment, possibly lost in thought. A cold breeze blew over, ruffling their fur. “...it’s cold,” was all they could manage. In truth, there was lots they wanted to say and talk about, just no way they felt alright saying it. They wanted to ask Hes more about this battalion, about her own experiences, about Krell. They wanted to know if this war was try worth it, if what they were all doing was really the right thing. But they didn’t say any of that, as it usually happens when these thoughts arise.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Yeah..." Hes said, though it came out more as a yawn. Without really thinking about it, she pulled Xiris up next to her, leaning her weight partially on them and draping an arm around their shoulder. "It'll warm up in the morning, though..." she yawned once more before finally falling asleep, still cuddled up to Xiris.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris’ muscles stiffened up slightly when Hes put her arm around them, but quickly relaxed, finding themself quite comfortable.

“Goodnight, Hes…” Xiris whispered, knowing full well she was already asleep.

They looked once more to the sky, catching a glimpse of a shooting star. They needn’t worry about anything right now. Tonight, there was peace. With those final thoughts, they drifted off to sleep.

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(ONE SHOT) heturam STAR WARS

(belated)Whumptober no.22 - Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You?

Rex scowls furiously at the luridly bright drink General - “Call me Anakin, Rex! The War’s over!” - Skywalker had shoved into his hands with the claim of it being one of Senator Amidala’s favourites.

“Relax, Rex!” Skywalker had said, “Drink, mingle, have some fun!”

Well , Rex didn’t feel like having fun. It may be petty of him, but he hates the situation he’s found himself in. His skiing prickles nervously, and he lifts his eyes, searching for whoever was watching him - but unfortunately there’s a lot of eyes on him. It’s too open, there’s too many people - too many possible assassins, too many places where an attacker could be hiding. He hates it; he wishes he could have opted out of the whole thing like Cody or Bly had - off to enjoy their honeymoons with their stupidly attractive Jedi - and not needing to be fawned over and stared at by Senators who had been sending them to their deaths without hesitation for the last three years. The War was over, Fives had revealed the identity of the Sith Lord, and the Jedi were safe, but his brothers weren’t yet secure. It’s why he’s here, wearing an uncomfortable suit of what Senator Amidala assured him was the height of Alderaani fashion instead of his armour, and performing like an animal in a zoo for beings who had never seen combat to gawk at. All to ensure that the clones could get the most basic of sentient rights.

All the Commanders are present, and unfortunately that includes Rex now, because apparently General Skywalker promoted him two years ago but forgot to mention it. So he has to stay, to stand around and look pretty while Senator Amidala and her small group of sympathetic coworkers try to convince the Senators of the Republic that he and the other Vode are thinking, feeling beings who can do more with their lives then just die for them.

Rex grumbles a line of vicious curses he had heard General Kenobi use once - enough to make a pirate blush, Rex knows, because Kenobi had used it all on Hondo Ohnaka once and the pirate had instantly proposed - and ducks into a small alcove for a moment of peace, to avoid more stares and try to catch his breath. He knocks back a mouthful of the vivid purple and blue drink in his hands with a grimace.

“Why the long face, brother-mine?”

Rex jerks slightly at the voice, not having expected anyone to talk to him, to find that while he had been distracted, Keeli had wheeled himself over to join him. He hadn’t known that his batchmate would be attending - Keeli technically didn’t have a rank in the GAR anymore. He had survived the destruction of his battalion, but only barely, and had spent almost an entire year in bacta to heal; he still had limited mobility in the lower half of his body and looked almost wasted away, with too-sharp bones under too-thin limbs.

“I’m surprised General Che let you out of the Halls of Healing.” Rex drawls, but he gives his brother a quick once-over to check on him. He had put on weight over the months since the War ended, and his skin had started to take on a healthy tan once more, but he still looks like a hard gust of wind would knock him over. He’d had someone cut his hair back to the buzz he’d had after leaving Kamino, and whoever had picked out his suit had gotten it fitted perfectly to his measurements so that he wasn’t swimming in the fabric. The dark bags under his eyes are still there, his eyes are still dark with grief, but he’s smiling, a rare sight nowadays, and there’s a plate of various small foods balanced on his lap.

“I’m here to try and get the pity vote.” Keeli tells him cheerfully, but it sounds fake to Rex’s ears. “Proof that us clones will need long term care and help now that the War is over - that we were damaged by the battles, and we bleed too.” He pops some sort of pastry into his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Though I think I started a diplomatic incident.”

Rex raises a slow eyebrow, taking another mouthful of his drink, enjoying the burn it left on his tongue on the way down. It’s definitely fast acting, because he’s already starting to feel floaty - no wonder Senator Amidala liked it. “Oh?”

“Senator Syndulla just about challenged Burtoni to a duel for my honour.” Keeli says in dark amusement, and Rex scowls at his drink at the mention of the Kaminoan Senator, glad that the bright alcohol is strong enough to give him a buzz. “I’m pretty sure her days in the Senate are numbered.”

“I hope her days in general are numbered.”

Keeli snorts, lifting one of the foods in a mock-toast, “Here’s to that.” He chirps, and shoves the little cake into his mouth. He chews for a moment, then pauses thoughtfully, “Well, Skywalker actually has taste.” Keeli says after a moment, then grins cheekily at Rex, “Though I probably have his better half to thank for that.”

“Skywalker got you too?” Rex asks blandly, quickly downing the last of his drink to blink around the room. It’s a lot quieter than he remembers, the sound muffled - but the lights are bright, and they send stabs of pain into his aching head.

Keeli snickers, “He’s been making his rounds - I saw him trying to convince Commander Fox to try some sort of candied fruit.”

“He’d hate that.” The blond clone snickers, but he has to cough when the sound catches in his throat. He grimaces faintly at the pain in his chest - coughing was never fun, especially not with lungs scarred by a super plague.

“I do hate it.”

Rex jerks, swaying slightly as he turns too quickly to see that two more brothers have joined them. Fox is scowling in the general direction of the crowd, but Wolffe is watching Rex with a faint furrow in his brows.

“How much have you drank, blondie?” The one-eyed Vode asks gruffly, eyes narrowing.

“Jus’ the one.” Rex says - or, rather, he slurs - and he frowns slightly in confusion, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He coughs again as his body cramps painfully, and he finds himself swaying again, suddenly feeling chilled.

Fox’s hand catches him by the elbow, drawing Rex’s attention to him. His brother looks openly worried, and it’s not an expression Fox wears well, “Rex, where did you get that drink?”

The younger Vode blinks groggily, and he can feel sweat beading on his face and neck, his mind foggy. It takes him a moment to completely understand what Fox is saying, and longer still to make his tongue and mouth form his response. “From th’ Gen’ral.” He rasps, and there’s a weird light in Fox’s expression.

“From Skywalker?” Fox asks, and he’s pulling a comm from the sleeve of his suit, cursing under his breath. Rex nods mutely, swaying where he stands. “Keeli - don’t eat any more from that plate.”

“Right.” Keeli’s voice sounds shaken when he talks, and Rex frowns, trying to turn to check on his batchmate, but he finds himself staggering clumsily into a broad chest dressed in grey fabric.

Wolffe. His words are muffled, even as close to Rex’s ear as he must be as Rex uses him as a pillar to lean against. “-going on?” The Commander growls, wrapping his arms around Rex’s hips, and it’s really the only thing holding him up at the moment as the world starts greying around the edges.

“Poison.” Fox is saying. “-get him out of here - medic coming - Guard - probably meant for Senator Amidala.”

Rex blacks out, surrendering to blissful unconsciousness. His last thought before everything fades is that Cody would be pissed that he went and got himself poisoned without him.

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