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Stop Moving

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35125840

Warnings: smut, penis in vagina sex, female reader, oral sex

Description: Hunter and the reader go as dates for a mission and reader plays the role a bit too well

“I hate this game!” Wrecker whined as you flashed a smirk and took his credits. You showed them excitedly to Crosshair, who chuckled. “We’re eating good tonight thanks to Wrecker!” You said and the giant clone whined in defeat.

“I’m goin’ to get ready! Kriff this.” Wrecker huffed before disappearing. Crosshair and you high fived as Hunter and Tech walked in.

“So, what’s the run down?”

“Well, it seems our target is apart of a very wealthy crime ring organization.” Tech said as he showed his data pad to his brother and you. There was a picture of a twisted looking alien that you couldn’t remember the species of off the top of your head, but you knew the face would be unforgettable.

His name was Jardek, and Commander Cody had contacted you guys and asked to steal a set of access codes from him that would help located dozens of more crime rings, wether related to slavery or drug smuggling, and put an end to them.

Jardek just happened to be in every business imaginable because of his greed for money, and once the republic caught wind that he constantly met with a bunch of crime rings and was a trusted one amongst them, Cody contacted the Bad Batch, and you of course.

You had been apart of the Bad Batch for nearly two years now. You joined as a medic, since the republic realized if they couldn’t keep the Bad Batch in one safe place, they should just send them with somebody to keep them safe.

You felt very out of place when you first joined, considering you had enlisted rather than be forced to fight like the clones were bred to. And especially being paired with a group that had an impressive history of not only winning battles but sustaining some major injuries while at it, it didn’t help your nerves.

But after a bit, you soon came to realize they weren’t all that the regular clones, or ‘regs’ as the Batch refers to them as, sought them out to be.

Wrecker was the one you were first intimidated by with height and beefy-ness alone, but you soon realized he was the walking definition of gentle giant. Wrecker was always cheery and giddy, and if you were having a bad day he never failed to put a smile on your face.

Plus he was a great hugger.

Tech was never intimidating in a visual way, but more mental. You had been scared that he would think you were dumb or just flat out annoying, but after taking a bit to open up, you realized he was shy. He explained in sorrow that he didn’t mean to ignore you, but he just wasn’t used to change.

Tech soon showed great interest in your medical experience, since he had some himself, but wanted to expand it so you didn’t have to stress over all of them at once if the situation called for it.

Now, Crosshair. Oh boy. You thought he was going to snuff you in your sleep for the first few weeks. He didn’t seem to outright hate you, but he still wasn’t the most welcoming.

And one day, he just started talking to you as you cleaned your gun. It took you by surprise, but you just acted like nothing was the matter while on the inside you were confused as could be. And since then, he was your bestie. You two would always gossip with each other and you could always trust him to have your back.

Echo joined just recently, about a month before your mission now, and good lord you thought he was going to pass out every minute of the day.

You helped him adjust slowly to not only his new environment but also his body. You made sure nothing was aching or swelling, since you knew the kaminoans halfassed their jobs when they wanted to.

Echo was grateful that you made him feel like he wasn’t intruding after he confessed he still felt out of place.

And that’s when you had to have a stern talking with your boys that night to tell them they needed to be open to their brother. They claimed they didn’t realize what they were doing and they were ‘just acting like they do everyday’.

And then there was Hunter.

You think Hunter didn’t like you for a bit just like Crosshair, but he didn’t show it as much as his brother. He would talk to you and brief you on missions, but other than that he wasn’t much of a conversationalist.

You asked Tech about it after a bit, to which he responded with that Hunter also had to have time to adjust to change because of his senses. You understood and decided to best let Hunter open up when he needed to rather than try to get him to.

After a month of being with them, Hunter pulled a Crosshair and finally started talking to you after a mission and you were patching him up once again.

You were wrapping his forearm. “You should be more careful.” You always told him, your eyes flickering to his face that was slightly turned away. “You boys are gonna take the entire galaxies supplies of bandages.”

Usually Hunter didn’t respond, but this time to your surprise he had turned to look at you and shrugged. “I didn’t see the slip of metal.” He said simply and you shook your head with a smile.

“Better than a droid slicing you open, I suppose.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised with what we’re seen mesh’la.”

You never knew what it meant, but Hunter called you it a lot. You had never bothered to ask, but it made you melt when he said it to you. Hell, it made you melt whenever he said anything in mando’a, wether it be to you or his brothers. The language just sounded sexy coming out of his mouth.

You had mentioned it to Crosshair one day while changing in the bunk room and he laughed loudly. You frowned. “What’s so funny?” You mumbled. “You got a crush on Hunter!” He said as he popped a toothpick in his mouth. You blushed as you slipped on your pants.

“No! I do not!”

“Thinking it’s sexy when he speaks our native tongue? That sounds like a crush to me.” Crosshair said with a smirk and you shook your head, standing your ground.

“Oh yea? Do you have the same reaction when I do it? Pehea about ibic?” Crosshair teased and absolutely lost it when you had no same reaction to him speaking it. You clenched your fist before throwing your shirt at him. He giggled as he watched you storm out in a sports bra.

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” You asked as Hunter stood next to you. “Well, we haven’t quite—“

“Actually, I believe I have a way to retrieve the access codes quietly to not raise suspicion.” Tech interrupted and Hunter motioned for him to continue as Wrecker and Echo walked in, Crosshair moving to the other side of you as Tech began explaining.

“The access codes will most like be held on some type of drive, which i’m sure is very well guarded or hard to access without the proper security codes. Tonight, Jardek is having a party. A big one to be precise that he holds monthly.”

“What’s the party exactly for?” Hunter questioned and Tech shrugged. “I would assume to just show off his money. Crime lords do that in order to hold a high title.”

“Alright, so what exactly does that have to do with our objective?” Hunter asked and Tech put his holopad down. “Well, considering most of the security will be attending the party, that leaves his office or wherever those codes might be more open and allowing us to sneak past better. But, we can’t be sure of when and where Jardek will be at all times, so we need eyes on the floor.”

“Alright, so Wrecker and Cross will go to the party while us three sneak in and (Y/N) waits on the ship.” Hunter said and Tech shook his head. “Wrecker stand out too much and Crosshair will be more useful watching our back. We need to blend in, not craw any attention. Any one of us being there alone will draw attention.”

“Okay, so what do you suggest?” Hunter asked and Tech’s eyes flickered between you and Hunter for a moment.

“You and (Y/N) go with each other. Clean and dressed up.”

Oh, Wrecker and Crosshair knew exactly what Tech was doing. The shit eating grin that appeared on their faces that you and Hunter couldn’t see made Tech almost break into a smile himself but he kept his composure.

“Us two?” Hunter asked in surprise as you suddenly grew nervous. “Unless you want to act gay with either one of us, this is your only option.” Tech said and Crosshair let out a snort.

“Okay, I mean. If that’s what we need to do, I don’t mind.” You said, eyes flashing up at Hunter with a look that made him almost lose his mind. Hunter nodded quickly to cover for his brief silence.

“No, that’s fine by me.”

“Good. Now go find some outfits.” Tech said, shooing them out the door as he handed you and Hunter credits to buy something.

As you and the sergeant walked off and the marauder door shut, Crosshair shook Tech as he laughed. “You—are a kriffing genius!” He said as Wrecker laughed loudly while the engineer grinned and adjusted his glasses.

“I know. But that does mean we’ll probably have to stay out of the marauder for the night.”

“And it’ll be kriffing worth it.”

“I dunno. I think grey isn’t my color.”

Hunter turned and at the sight alone, he nearly went feral. You had on a grey dress that hugged your curves and stopped mid thigh with a slight cut so more of your upper thigh was exposed. It had thin spaghetti straps that showed off your shoulders and it just went so good with your skin tone.

The sight made the sergeant was to push you back into that dressing room himself.

“Hunter?”

He quickly flashed his eyes at your face as you frowned. “Huh?” He asked dumbly and you giggled, hand covering your mouth. “I asked what you thought of it.” You said, looking back to the mirror and turned your body in different ways.

Hunter looked at the mirror and could see you turning to expose more parts the dress complimented you at and he almost passed out when he realized how good your ass look in it.

“I—you look lovely mesh’la.” He said as he stood up and stood next to you in the mirror. He had already chosen some nice black pants and matching dress shoes with a grey button up so you thought you’d match him with the grey.

“Are you sure? The grey’s just making me…” You said slowly and Hunter nearly wanted to punch a wall when he kept staring at you turning your body to look at it.

“Trust me, mesh’la. You look amazing. Besides, it’s only for one night, so we can burn this dress once we’re done.” Hunter said and you laughed before sighing.

“Alright, I suppose.”

Crosshair wolf whistled as you came out while Wrecker literally barked at you as you tried to put on your earrings in peace. “Stop it you two!” You said as you smacked them both.

“We men are but simply creatues—“

“We see hotness—“

“We like!” Crosshair finished and you rolled your eyes as you wiped off your dress. “Do I look alright? I wasn’t really sure about the dress.” You told them.

“Honey, you think we’d lie to you?” Crosshair have you a look while he crossed his legs. You cracked a smile. Sometimes you wondered if this man was actually straight.

Tech and Echo walked in and looked up from his holopad. “You look lovely, (Y/N).” Tech said politely as Echo nodded in agreement and you motioned to the two. “See? A normal response.” She said to Wrecker and Crosshair who shrugged as Hunter walked in.

“Thank god you washed that greasy ass hair.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Hunter snapped back at his bother as he rolled up his sleeves. Crosshair snickered as you hit him on the arm and told him to be nice.

“Ready, mesh’la?” Hunter asked with a smile on his face after you could see him looking you up a down. You smiled as he held his arm in a loop for you to take a hold of. “Ready when you are, sarge.” You said as you took his arm.

“Remember, tell us when Jardek makes an appearance and we will make our move.” Tech said and you two nodded.

As you walked off, Crosshair yelled something in mando’a and Hunter turned deep red and shot him a look.

“What’d he say?” You asked and Hunter shook his head. “Just Cross being…Cross, y’know?” He mumbled and you gave a smile. “Cmon darling, loosen up. We’re the ones who get to dance and eat on a mission! Cross should be jealous.”

Hunter smiled at your enthusiasm as you headed into the town to catch a taxi. “I suppose you’re right.” You grinned. “of course I am.” You said in your best Tech voice and Hunter snorted.

“That was good.”

“Thanks. I’ve been practicing.”

The party was crowded, which made you lean a bit closer to Hunter so you could weave in and out of the people, arm still in his. Hunter didn’t seem to mind, but you also couldn’t hear the voice in his head screaming as your cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“You wanna get a drink? I think it’ll help loosen our nerves.” You said and Hunter nodded as he carefully guided you two toward the bar. You let go of him and ordered a drink for yourself before Hunter did.

“Hopefully this won’t take too long. I’m still kinda sore. These heels aren’t helping.” You said while you stared around at the atmosphere. Meanwhile, Hunter was doing the exact opposite.

Hunter was contemplating his entire existence on this night, all because Tech insisted they go as a date looking couple to this big party.

He didn’t want this night to end, merely because you looked so damn hot he thought he was going to lose his mind.

The makeup you had put on, since you rarely had the chance, made his mind swirl as he looked at such a perfect face with or without it.

Your nice, dolled up hair made his fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to brush some of it out of your face.

Those heels you complained about, he wished he could walk you back to the marauder and he would happily carry them, hell, carry you if you so nicely asked.

And that damn dress. Oh, his nostrils flared as he thought about it ending up on the floor of the bunk room, just you two, heels of your feet digging into his back, hair ruined from his fingers running through your hair and pulling, make up ruined from hard kisses and maybe even sweat and tears as you—

“Hunter?”

The sergeant nearly jumped at the sound of his name and watched as you smiled. You caught him in his act, but you decided to stay quiet. You handed him his drink and could see a faint blush on his cheeks and tried to cover it when he took a sip of his drink.

“Let’s go find a seat.” You said and he nodded, following you like a lost puppy. “Cmon sarge. You gotta play the part.” You said teasingly, turning your head to look at him as you decided to toy with him after catching him staring.

“What do you mean?”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re on a date. So act like it. Or eventually somebody else here will if you don’t protect what’s yours.”

Hunter’s mind swirled. His senses were in full alert just because of how you were messing with him. But there was no way you were trying to…no, i’m that’s impossible…unless?

Hunter hadn’t even noticed the looks men gave you as you both had walked by, and he could see it now as you tried to find a seat. A slow smirked creeped up on his face as you turned back around to navigate the crowd.

You felt a gentle hand on the small of your back, his pinky dangerously close to uncharted territory as the sergeant appeared to you and leaned down.

“Lead the way, mesh’la.”

A blush now appeared on your face as the grip on your back tightened. Hunter was unsure if he pushed his limits, or misread the situation, until a small hand reached back and grabbed the top of his, intertwining their fingers.

Hunter smiled like a love struck teen, as did you but both of you couldn’t see the other doing it.

Eventually you found a seat at a curved booth, sitting down as a waiter passed by and gave a plate full of snacks.

You munched on them, slightly missing the feel of Hunter’s hand on your back. His arm was wrapped around the back of the booth behind, the sergeant face glancing around as he tried to keep to the mission objective.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he sneakily raised his comm. “Jardek’s out. You’re in the clear from our angle.”

Tech didn’t respond but you knew he wouldn’t. Now, all you had to do was keep an eye on Jardek and make sure he didn’t go anywhere.

Easy enough.

The man seemed to be having a grand time talking to what you assumed were friends of his/other crime lords. You didn’t want to sit in silence all night, so as you lazily stirred your drink you hesitantly put your arms around the back side of the booth behind Hunter, draping yours over his which caught him by surprise.

“So—“ You said, sipping your drink. He raised an eyebrow at you. “—tell me about your cadet days.” You said and Hunter cracked a gentle smile.

“They were…tough. But we had some pretty good memories.” Hunter told you, seeming to think hard. “Tell me some.” You urged. You had heard some stories from Wrecker and Crosshair, even Echo before the citadel. But Hunter was typically a quiet one about war stories, he preferred the others to tell them.

“We had a lot of training, but we had fun while we could. Cross and Wrecker have had that stupid game going since our first battle simulation when Cross stole a kill from Wrecker.”

“Wow. Didn’t know Wreck could hold a grudge.” You chuckled, hesitantly beginning to twirl some of the sergeant hair in your finger behind his head. He didn’t say anything, so you kept doing it.

“Wrecker may not be book smart, but boy can he remember what he thinks is important. This one time I accidentally left Lula on Kamino after he had asked me to grab her for him and he stills brings it up when we have an argument.” Hunter said and you laughed.

“I know Lula was hurt from that.”

Hunter snorted. “Apparently she was.” He said before sipping his drink as you explored a bit more on his boundaries and begin raking your finger through his hair, shuffling your legs closer to his.

“Has Tech always been this smart? Like was he actually just born with a shit ton of knowledge?” You asked and Hunter smiled after glancing over to still make sure Jardek was where he needed to be.

“Tech would argue and say that he wasn’t, or that he had to build this up and yada yada but as far as I can remember, yes, he always been smart. He’s always been cocky too.” You giggled, shifting even closer.

“I think he deserves to. I know dealing with our dumbasses probably gets in his nerves.” Hunter chuckled with a nod, his fingers suddenly brushing over your shoulder and it made your stomach coil.

Fuck, his lips looked so good as he smiled.

You suddenly remembered something. “Do you recall how Crosshair used to not talk to me then suddenly did one day?” Hunter nodded. “Why was that? Like, why did he just decide to stop being a dick?”

Hunter laughed. “I asked him the same thing, and his answer was ‘she yelled at Wrecker when he wouldn’t stop moving while she was patching him up. Anybody who does that is good in my book.’” You snorted.

“Anybody who yells is good to Crosshair?”

“Specifically at Wrecker.”

You and Hunter both laughed. There was a bit of silence between the two of you as Hunter sipped his drink and glanced around a bit and suddenly caught the wandering eyes of men that were looking at you innocently sip your drink.

If they didn’t have an objective, Hunter would’ve easily told them off. But he couldn’t risk getting thrown out yet. But, he could take your advice from earlier.

You yelled suddenly in surprise when you were gently yet urgently tugged toward Hunter and suddenly your bottom was pressed against his thighs with your arms still around his shoulders.

You breathed out as you turned and came face to face with the sergeant, his breath tingling against your skin.

“What’re you doing?”

“Playing the part.” He said innocently as his thumb and index finger grabbed your chin. A bright red blush appeared on your face as you glanced and could see why he had done it. Not that you were complaining.

“O-oh…sounds good.” You said and could hit yourself for the stupid words that came out of your mouth. Hunter just smiled before letting go of your chin and leaning back again, hands slowly trailing down your body unless his right hand stopped on your outer thigh and the other picked up his drink to sip.

You glanced down to wait him readjust his hand to where it went closer to your inner thigh and suddenly you were cursing at the fact that you wore underwear.

‘Maybe he can just move it to the side.’

You shook those thoughts away as you shift your hips to turn your body and you felt the sergeant tense, seeing he wasn’t expecting it. You innocently sipped your drink as you watched Jardek party loudly with his friends, thankful nothing was ruining this evening so far. Everything seem to plan.

A waiter came around with more drinks and you lifted your hips to reach for one before sitting back down, except putting them farther up on Hunter’s lap.

You felt him shift a bit underneath you but paid no mind. After a moment and a few more shuffles from the both of you, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed ahold of your waist, making your breath hitch as Hunter leaned up and you felt his breath against your ear.

“Stop moving.”

And it was those words that made you catch on to what exactly made Hunter so antsy.

“Or what?” You whispered back, still staring off as if you knew nothing of what was happening.

Hunter’s comm beeped quietly and Tech’s voice came through.

“We have it handled from here. Echo and I are covering on retrieving the disks while Wrecker and Crosshair are going to come watch from above. You and (Y/N) can get out of there. We can handle it from here.”

Normally Hunter would double check before letting his squad take over a task alone. But this man was on another task, and didn’t even comm back before he lifted you up to stand before following suite.

He grabbed your hand and quickly navigated you through the crowd with ease as the coil in your stomach bubbled before you left the party, not even noticing the eyes from above watching you.

“Our plan was a success.” Crosshair said to his direct comm to the others outside of Hunter. “Our? It was my plan!” Tech said and Crosshair ignored him as both him and Wrecker continued to scan the crowd.

“Hmmm. There are some pretty good looking people here.” Crosshair hummed. “Tech already said he wasn’t paying for another hotel room, so you’re on your own if you take somebody home.” Wrecker said and the sniper rolled his eyes.

“Who says I could be fast enough to do it here?”

“Hunter.”

You panting his name was driving this man absolutely insane as he dove his tongue back into your folds. Your thighs kept clenching and unclenching around him and it was like miracle to be able to be treating you this way.

“kriff, you have no idea how long i’ve dreamt of this, mesh’la.”

You let out a groan as a finger sunk into you. “Me too.” You panted, one hand gripping his hair right while the other fell next to your face as your stretched your body out.

“You taste so fucking good.” He murmured as another finger sunk into you, nearly fainting when you grind your hips up into his face for more friction. His own hips pressed harshly against the mattress of his bunk, trying to give himself something until you were satisfied.

“Maker, you look so pretty like this. Been thinking all about this ever since you got into that kriffing dress. God, I wish I could ripped that off before we went to that stupid party.”

You nearly laughed at the mixture of earth words and clone words that he used, no doubt he picked it up from you. But your laugh was replaced by a moan as he latched onto your clit and sucked hard.

“Fuck, Hunter—“

Your climax washed over in a instant, being to distracted by his charming words to even realize it was coming up fast until it was too late. Hunter lapped you up as your legs shook and his dick twitched at the sight.

“Fucking amazing.” He mumbled, pulling away from your pussy and pulling his fingers out. Your arousal was still there, growing even more as you watched him suck his fingers to get your juices off them, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Your hands dropped to either side of your head as you bite your lip with a smirk, opening your legs welcoming.

“Coming, sarge?”

Holy maker, this man was about to fall of the bunk.

“All night I will be.” He said with a smug smirk, about to crawl on top of you until you stopped him with your foot to his chest. “Ditch the pants first.”

You felt a bit insecure at the fact that he was still half clothed and you were completely bare, but it make you slick to think that he was so eager to go down on you that he waited to undress.

Hunter smirked. “No assistance?” He asked as he took of his belt and threw it aside. You shook your head.

“I was wanting to get a party and show anyway.”

Holy fuck, Hunter’s senses were going wild as every word you said as he quickly shed his pants and trousers, his hardened member springing free.

“Can the show carry on now?” He asked smugly as he began to crawl on top of you. Yours hands raked up his arms, finding their way to his hair where you pulled off his bandana and tossed it to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

“Please.” You whispered huskily as yours fingers ran through his hair, pulling his head down to kiss him hard. The kiss was passionate, yours hands tugging his brown, wavy locks as you both panted. One of his hands reached down to guide his dick to your eager folds, slowly running along them.

“Hunter.” You whined, breaking from your kiss and he smirked down at you. “Use your words, mesh’la.” He chuckled. You gently ran your right hand from his hair to his cheek, thumbing it before pulling his head down to whisper in his ear:

“Shab ni.”

His whole body tensed, his one free hand gripping your waist so hard that your prayed there would be bruises.

His cock entered your folds and you groaned as the feeling of finally being filled up. Hunter growled, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Cuyir ulyc meg gar vercopaanir par.” He said into your ear as he nibbled it. You didn’t know what he said, but just the way he said it made you clench around him. He groaned at the feeling, his hands suddenly bringing your legs around his waist before he quickened his speed.

Skin slapping against skin filled the air as Hunter looked down at you, both your mouths open as your names escaped each other’s lips mixed with moans and grunts. Your hands held onto his forearms, nails digging into them and he honestly hopped to see blood dropped from them.

“Fuck, Hunter.”

Maker, the way you said his name just made him quicken his pace even more, the bunks shaking slightly and maybe even the ship.

Hunter leant down and capture your lips carefully in his, the feeling in his stomach beginning to build up. “Fuck, I’m close.” He whispered as his arms wrapped around your head, burying his face into your neck and your hands went to his back while your mouth pressed against his shoulder.

“Please, please inside me.” You whimpered, feeling yourself get closer to another release. “You sure, mesh’la?” He mumbled, his breath hot on your neck.

“Please.”

How could deny such a polite answer?

His hips stuttered as he moaned against your flesh, white hot string pouring into you as you dug your teeth into his shoulder. The feeling just made his orgasm drag out longer until he felt his dick settle and he brought himself up from your neck, panting heavily.

You looked so pretty to him all sprawled out, sweaty and panting, hair wild and make up smeared from your shenanigans. And you looked even prettier with him still in you, his load leaking out from the side as his dick still had you plugged up.

Hunter slowly pulled out after sitting all the way up, watching as you whimpered a bit at the feeling of emptiness. Hunter watched as his own cum fell out of you, dripping slowly as it mixed with your own juices.

“Fuck.” You breathed out and Hunter let out a breathy laugh as he watched you sit up and close your legs to stop them from shaking so much.

“That’s a way to put that.” He said, trying to catch his breath still. You smiled, brushing hair out of your face.

“We should probably clean up before the boys get back.” You said and Hunter checked the time. “I think we still have plenty of time. Besides, the showers free for awhile…” He said suggestively as his hand began running up your bare legs.

You bit your lip and nodded at his invitation before the two of your scrambled to the bathroom like a couple of teenagers, giggled ensuing behind the closed door as you knew the night wasn’t quite over yet.

You eyes fluttered open as a light hit your eyes. You yawned, pulling your arms up and stretching out. The arms wrapped around you tightened as you felt the body behind you shift.

“Cmon. We should get up.” You said, patting the sergeant arms. There was a grumble behind you, making you smile as you shifted to be able to turn around and look at him.

“Hunter.”

“(Y/N).” He said in the same mocking tone, eyes still not opening. “Cmon, the boys aren’t back yet. We should go find them.” You said and the sergeants eyes opened. “They probably went home with a bunch of girls.” He mumbled, pulling you closer.

You gave up and just began running your hands through his hair, to which he hummed in approval. “So…what does mesh’la mean?” You asked and red came into Hunter’s cheeks as he opened his eyes.

“Beautiful.” He mumbled and you gaped. “You’ve been calling me beautiful for nearly the entire two years i’ve known you and you never told me?” Hunter shrugged.

“You never asked. Besides, did you know what you said last night?” He asked and you blushed now. “Yes. I looked it up.”

“So you knew that what happened last night would happen?”

“No, i’ve been wanting to learn for awhile. I learnt the curse words first and just some basic stuff so y’know…” You trailed off and he chuckled.

“Well, it sounded sexy come from you.” He purred, running his hand down your arm. You sighed as you both laid there for a bit more before you decided it was actually time to get up.

Hunter whined as you got out of bed and you shook your head with a smile. “Who knew one of the toughest clones in the galaxy required a minimum of 7 hours of cuddling after sex?” You said as you began to change.

Hunter pouted, hugging his pillow with a huff as you flashed him and teasing smile and leant down to him. You gently pecked his lips and he smiled like a love struck teen.

“I’m going to freshen up. Try to get up in a bit.” You said to him as you turned around, yelping when a hand collided to your ass.

“Yes ma’am!”

“Pervert!”

Hunter chuckled and laid for just a bit longer before getting up to change. He stripped his pants then his shirt before slipping on some other civvie pants they had as the door to the marauder opened.

“So…”

Hunter turned to see his brothers grinning like idiots. He raised his eyebrows. “What?” He asked.

“How was the party?”

“It was fine.” He said as he turned around. There was muffled laughs, mostly from Wrecker and Crosshair.

“You eat good?”

Hunter spun around and that’s when the two busted out laughing, leaning against the wall for support.

“You knew?” He exclaimed and Echo tried to shoo the two away to leave Hunter alone but it didn’t work.

“It was the plan!” Crosshair said in between tears. “Of course you were behind this.” He grumbled and Wrecker shook his head as he tried to suppress his giggles.

“Not us.” He said before thumbing to Tech, who smirked as Hunter gaped.

“TECH?”

“Oh look, the hyperdrive needs maintenance.” And with that, the engineer scurried away.

“Looks like she ate good.” Crosshair said, poking the faint bite mark on Hunter’s shoulder. The sergeant swatted his hand away with a glare as Wrecker and Crosshair went off giggling before the refresher door opened.

You stepped out and shook your head at Hunter’s expression. “You heard all that?” He asked and you nodded as you went to him, bringing your hands up to hold his face. He nuzzled his head into them, sighing.

“We kinda do have to thank them though.” You whispered and the sergeant chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your palm.

There was a kissy noise behind you and you made sure Crosshair shut up for a long while as you turned to him slowly with murder on your mind.

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theramseyloft · 3 years

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Manual loft maintenance is the higher priority of the two, so that's were the energy I have has been focused.

The birds are happy, but I have failed to advertise availability for two months.

The birds currently available do not meet the specifications of anyone on my wait list, and to prevent the loft from getting crowded, we've frozen rescue intake and implemented strict hatch control.

Breeding pairs on the roster are only permitted to hatch their first clutch with another bird also on the roster.

Every subsequent clutch will be swapped with fakes at least until all currently available cocks go home.

As I am not caught up on editing photos yet, I will have to make due with listing the name, parents, and temperament of available birds.

Please message me privately, email [email protected], or call/text 706-993-7452 for more information.

1. Raddish

Mia x Cara

Retired. ($20)

Was friendly as a young bird, but has not had the opportunity to express temperament in Qt.

Not to be bred under any circumstance due to one known and a second possible cancer in his blood line.

2. Wukong

Blue Check Chinese Owl cock

Loft Bird $30.

Wukong is an excellent father that will definitely benefit a breeding program.

He's very human shy, unless his mate isn't.

Chances of him bonding with a patient person that will let him make friends at his own pace are decent, but I can't guarantee it in good conscience.

3. Farthing

Pied Almond Blue T-pattern het for Toy Stencil mixed cock.

Betty x Hagrid

Comfortable ($50)

A bit of a himbo, Farthing is one of our better known cocks.

He likes people and often gets in my lap or on my shoulder, when not distracted by being the loft bi-cycle.

He's pretty and sweet, but Giant Homer and Frillback ancestry make him a big boy with long flights and tail feathers that will need a lot of room.

4. Leela

Khaki T-pattern mixed hen

Cody x Rigby

Comfortable ($50)

Leela is a mellow little sweety that likes my lap and shoulders.

She's a great pumper, but chain lays and starts a new clutch INCREDIBLY early! Leaving nestlings well fed, but largely unguarded.

5. Todoroki

Tippler

Sooty Ash Red Bar cock

Rescue ($20)

Todoroki is an EXTREMELY high energy breed that will need a LOT of space to free fly most of the time.

He would be happier in a loft than as an indoor pet.

6. Amiga

Blue T-pattern mix hen

Pippin x Cookie

Retired ($20)

Amiga is going to be a pain.

She hates people to the point of trying to break herself to get away from them, and she cannot under any circumstance be allowed to hatch an egg.

She provides her own hatch control by nest cup dancing on her hatchlings. She has been given two chances to hatch clutches, and eviscerated all three peeps this way.

So she will need to be housed in a loft with minimal interaction other than obsessively switching her eggs with fakes.

7. Dolly

Blue Bar mixed hen

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Dolly is her sister Amiga's opposite in almost every way.

She's only retired from my program because she's the hen on the roster that likes people the least.

She is an amazing, devoted mother and would make a fantastic foster hen.

8. Wess

Blue tailmark mixed cock

Wukong x Suki

Curious ($40)

Wess is shy and dislikes being approached directly, but often chills nearby preening my clothing and occasionally hops up on my knee.

He is a TERRIBLE dad! It took him two weeks to start helping Dolly feed their nestlings and never sat on them when they were little enough to need it.

9. Arco

Pied Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Vito x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Arco is uninterested in people, but not afraid of them.

He'd be a good partner for a nervous rescue bird, or an absolutely amazing foster dad!

He's devoted to his mate and her nest and doesn't start shit with flock mates once he's settled.

10. Bridget

Blue T-pattern feral cock

Rescue ($20)

This is the boy we found with a broken wing and foot on the sidewalk under an overpass.

He's healed entirely and though flighty and skittish, gets along very well with his flockmates.

Like Arco, he takes a mate, picks a nest, settles, and doesn't start shit.

He'd make an excellent foster or partner for a skittish rescue.

11. Scan

Pied ash red cock

Cherub x Tandy

Loft Bird ($30)

Scan is Cherub and Tandy's first hatch.

I was initially going to keep him, but his brother, Nimbus, has a better temperament.

Scan is a flamboyantly aggressive pain in the ass, constantly starting shit with established pairs to earn himself a spot in the hierarchy.

He'd likely mellow out with fewer birds, but isn't interested in being social with me, so I don't think he'd be the best house pet.

12. Acer

Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Acer's classification as a loft bird is maintained by technicality.

He has to come in after repeatedly attacking nestlings.

If he does it again with different ones when he goes out on Thursday, his status will be changed to Retired foe unusually severe aggression.

This seems to be a pattern developing in the Pippin x Cookie line...

Which is going to make the birds afflicted hard to place.

13. Bell

Blue T-pattern mixed hen

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Bell is the same intense degree of skittish as the rest of her siblings, but gets along well with her flock mates.

She has the best chance of them of being ok as a house bird, but she'd honestly be happiest either in a loft or with a bird friend.

14. Rusty

Pied Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Ginger x Danica

Curious ($40)

Rusty is an energetic boy with places to be and stuff to explore!

He occasionally lands on my shoulder or head, or hops briefly up into my lap

He isn't afraid of people, but not liking to hold still makes him hard to interact with.

He's very fun to watch, though, and would be a good match for any one who wanted an independent bird.

15. Checkers

Pied blue check mixed cock

Ginger x Danica

Loft Bird ($30)

Checkers is less interested in people than his brother, Rusty.

He's energetic, gorgeous, and fun to watch, and would make a lovely addition to a pet loft.

He probably wouldn't enjoy being a house bird unless he had a hen to interact with.

He's very combative with other cocks, and has not yet learned the virtue of "Don't start none, won't be none."

16. Frieda

Khaki tailmark mixed hen

Wukong x Suki

Comfortable ($50)

Frieda, though not super outgoing, is friendly in spite of her shyness.

She often gets up in my lap to loaf, but doesn't like being reached for, even with treats.

If you just want warm, quiet company while you read, watch videos, or do desk work, she'll be an excellent match for you.

17. Berry

Pied blue bar hen

Cherub x Tandy

Loft Bird ($30)

Berry is not remotely interested in hanging out with me. She isn't even curious.

She's not afraid by any stretch, she just would rather do literally anything but interact with me.

With lots of enrichment or another bird, she could be ok inside, or she'd make a pretty loft bird.

18. Shinobi

Black pied mixed hen

Leonard x Elliot

Comfortable ($50)

Like most of her siblings, Shinobi is friendly and interested in people, but too energetic to really hold still for long.

She is sweet and polite about taking treats when she feels like it.

She'd be quite happy as a house bird with lots of flight time.

19. Mote

Blue check mixed hen

Wukong x Suki

Curious ($40)

Mote is shy and reserved, but mostly seems overwhelmed by how many of her older and younger flockmates want to be in my lap or on my shoulders at any given time.

When my lap is free, she will usually hop up unto it and loaf for a bit.

She has a good chance of coming out of her shell as a house pet.

20. Tye

Pied tiger grizzle ash red cock

Ginger x Danica

Loft Bird ($30)

Tye is a drop dead gorgeous little man, the spit'n image of his father, Ginger.

He's not afraid of people, but literally everything else is more interesting.

Being a roller and tumbler mix, he's a delightfully acrobatic flier who is a joy to watch.

He'd be a striking addition to a pet loft, or, with enough enrichment or a friend provided, a great addition to a household.

21. Slate

Dirty, smoky blue bar mixed hen.

Satin x Chiffon

Interactive ($60)

Slate's brother, Cotta, is my new therapy prospect.

Slate is mellow and sweet tempered, happily accepts treats, and occasionally tries to play with my fingers like she would a stick.

She's quite happy to loaf in my lap and occasionally lets me stroke her little neck with a fingertip.

22. Flint

Blue check mixed cock

Nobu x Leela

Comfortable ($50)

Flint is a sweet little man that has started jumping into my lap at every opportunity, and often flailing his way up to loaf on my chest.

He accepts treats politely when he feels like it, but doesn't try to play with me yet.

I told y'all there were a TON of birds available. XD

I'll do my best to update this post as there are updates to make, but 22 is WAY more birds ready for homes than I'm really ok with having, especially with winter on the way.

It's my own fault for failing to advertise that they were available as soon as they became available.

Now I'm just going to have to wait before I can do any more rescue work or hatch peeps out for the people on my wait list.

Back to playing catch up...

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one-real-imonkey · 3 years

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Hi! I saw you were open for prompts/asks and stuff, and I was wondering if I could ask for more of your Coruscant Guard au? I absolutely love your writing and that au is just fantastic.

Thanks for the ask, I'm happy to write more, and glad you're enjoying.

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Despite the advice to rest, the next morning Fox was up in full armour and ready to go. There were things to do and he was going to make sure they got done.

First rule of the Guard, vode protect each other. He wasn’t going to stop now. Not when there was so much to do, not when Palpatine was still a threat. The chips were gone, but they hadn’t been the only way that monster had been in their minds, like oil through cracks seeping in and staining. It was one of the things they only spoke of at night, in the pitch black with the lights off, and often when Hound, their youngest, was fast asleep. They’d always hoped Hound’s never bringing it up and tendency to be far away from the main Senate building would be enough to keep him safe…

With that looming threat in mind, he spared one last look at Hound’ika, still unwaking, almost peaceful in his rest, the rest he hadn’t been allowed in years, and then at Thire, who’d swapped out with Pup at some point while he’d been sleeping. Thire smiled, and turned back to their vod’ika, petting Grizzer curled on Hounds feet.

Hound would be ok, he’d wake up and he’d be fine. It just might take some time.

He stepped out of the Healing Halls, and couldn’t help but start for a second. He’d never been in the Jedi Temple before, but it was beautiful. This was an entrance hall to a medical wing, and yet the walls had columns and intricate carvings and paintings. Like the art and architecture in Lintel’s book.

"Commander Fox?"

It was one of Cody's boys, though he had no idea which.

"Are you alright, vod'ika?"

"Uh... Yes sir, I'm fine. I... I just wasn't expecting to see you so soon."

"See me?"

"The commander asked me to wait, said you'd try to escape and that when you did I should take you too him. Sir."

He almost laughed, Cody had given up trying to keep him in bed and was asking for him so he could keep an eye on him, and they called Fox sly.

He stared in more wonder than was professional as the vod who finally introduced himself as Wooley led him through the Temple to the Council antechamber, where Cody was pacing. Wooley made a quiet retreat, and Cody broke his paces to stride forwards, stopping half a step short of hugging him, and placing a hand on his shoulder. There was something in his eye that almost made Fox shy back. Cody didn't know where they stood, Fox hated that he wasn't sure either.

"Fox, are you sure you should be up and working, you can take more time."

“Vod the Guard hasn’t had a seconds rest in three years, we can go a little longer. The galaxy won’t end. I'm going to protect my brothers, all of them, no matter the cost.”

Cody looked almost grieved at that, and he was almost glad one of the Generals made their entrance, breaking the moment. He wasn't ready for that conversation, not that this one was likely to be much easier. Ponds stuck to his General’s side, and for a second looked like he was going to say something, before looking away.

Vode an, ha, he wouldn't even look Fox in the eyes.

"Commander Fox, we're glad to see you awake."

"Thank you, General."

"The war is over, commander, and we're going to do everything we can to keep it that way, so you don't have to call me General."

"...understood Gen... Master Windu."

"We would also like to thank you and your vode in the Guard for the service you've done for the Galaxy. And apologise, that we did not realise the true threat Palpatine presented, to the galaxy and to you."

"Sir," he paused, almost looking to his brothers for strength, then steeling his shoulders, "you could not have known. He was a Sith of a line who specialised in hiding from the Jedi, he bragged about it Sir, how could a Jedi have found him. We only did because he did not think we were capable of... anything damaging... because he didn't really care to hide it. Not from us."

"That does not change that you and your brothers were manipulated and abused, and that it should not have happened. If not Palpatine, the other Senators."

"The ones who treat you the same way, Sir, who don't see you as any more sentient than us, who saw you as tools for their use, the same as us. They drafted you, something you could not refuse. If you had, you’d have been imprisoned and then vanished by his hand. It was a trap for your people, one designed perfectly to work without your knowing. Sir, none of us blame you. We may not trust you yet, and some of my vode will likely fear you, but we cannot blame you."

"I understand, and I hope with time, we can rectify these oversights. It is not the Jedi way to be feared, nor to ignore suffering. We have failed you, and while that may not have been our intention, we will make up for our oversights."

"Thank you, sir. And thank you, all, for protecting my vode in the wider GAR as best you could. We are grateful they had people who valued their lives watching their backs."

"Your vode mean a lot to us, it was our honour to fight with them."

"Sir," deep breath Fox, you can do this, "Palpatine is still a threat, I would like to offer my assistance."

"Your offer is appreciated, Commander, but the situation is hardly safe, and Palpaine has done enough to you and your vode in the Guard already."

"General Windu, you need proof, because for some Hound's work was not enough. I know that bastard’s files better than anyone, the things I've seen, I want to help. I want to make sure none of them can ever go anywhere near my vode again, and especially not him. Not near our bodies or our minds."

Even focused on Windu, he could feel Ponds and Cody flinching away from what he was saying, away from the truth. It didn't matter, he had to focus on what was important. He could deal with his vode's guilt later, right now he had siblings to save.

Rule one of the Guard, vode protect each other.

Palpatine wouldn't be a threat for long, not if there was anything he could do.

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. This AU is fun to write and play with.

I'm always open for asks and headcanons and whatnot, dark and sad or lighthearted and silly.

:-)

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #my corrie guard au #well an au of my corrie guard au #ask response #commander fox #Corrie guard #coruscant guard #protect the coruscant guard #commander cody #clone trooper wooley #sergeant hound #oc clone pup #commander thire #commander ponds #mace windu #Palpatine

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thewriterowl · 2 years

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Jango, for the character ask thingy? ❤

Yes I can!

Favorite Thing About Them

He's an ass. He is an ass and I love him for that. He is just on that cusp of being a villain but not quite...but he could be. He almost is. And he is amazing for it.

But he is also a great father and took care of his boy who he loved.

Least Favorite Thing About Them

He fired first. He was a dick towards the Jedi. And people keep forgetting about that.

Favorite Line

"I am just a simple man trying to make his way in the universe."

brOTP

Cody & Jango -- God they would so hate each other but if they also got along they'd take over the galaxy

OTP

Jango/Obi-Wan and Jango/Anakin (also like Jango/Luke--but I am a Luke slut lol)

nOTP

Jango/Clones

Random Headcanon

Jango was a great Mand'alor but he just wants to be a dad and go do dangerous missions. He isn't into ruling people...he actually doesn't do it amazingly in his opinion and he doesn't want to fail his people.

He is also an introvert but has no idea.

Unpopular Opinion

He is not a good guy. He can be made into a good guy but he is a pretty bad individual who did terrible things to the Jedi and other people and he is seen as a victim or hero for it and I think that is wrong.

Song I Associate With Them

Still nothing, sorry D:

Favorite Picture of Them

lol I know it's not a real one but this is just too cute

#owl inbox

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eyayah-oya · 3 years

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Do Not Touch My Vod’e

Cloneship Week - Dragons - @cloneshipweek

Kix/Coric (background Cody/Rex, Fives/Echo, Waxer/Boil)

Rating: T

Warnings: some violence but no one really gets hurt, Krell, Umbara

Ao3 link

More ideas for world-building on Ao3. SEND ME ASKS ABOUT THIS AU! I MIGHT CONTINUE THIS ONE!

There were Mandalorian legends that spoke of the terrible power dragons possessed. They were the protectors of Mandalore, long ago, blessed by the Manda and the Ka’ra to bring peace to their people. The gift was passed down from Mand’alor to Mand’alor through the millennia until the people of Mandalore began to die out. The dragons were hunted down and killed, deemed to dangerous to be kept alive by politicians driven by their greed and fear. Legends told of the beskar mines on Concordia, Concord Dawn, and Mandalore were the remnants of the hearts of the dragons as a final way to protect the people they loved. The beskar was valuable, and the significance of the metal was destroyed along with the culture of Mandalore, save for a very few who still strived to adhere to The Way.

Jango Fett was one of the last Mand’alore to guide and protect The Way of the Mandalore. The Last Dragon, the Jedi Killer, the Forgotten Mand’alor. His people fell, and Jango himself disappeared.

Nearly twenty years later, Jango was found, and so was his legacy. The Jedi had no idea what they were placed in command of when they met the clones of Jango Fett. The Manda and the Ka’ra gave Mandalore a final chance. A chance to survive and to thrive once again. Millions of clones possessed the same gift that had been given to the Mand’alore of the past. Their blood was red, but their hearts were lined with beskar, graced with courage, and filled with love for their brothers and their Jedi.

Thousands of clones were killed as the war progressed, dying for people that refused to care for their lives, and often beside the Jedi that recognized the beauty of their souls. They died and painted whole planets with their blood, protected only by a pale mimicry of true beskar armor or their own scales.

The clones, referred to as Vod’e by each other and their precious Jedi Generals (though not every General cared about their troops), rarely shifted from their smaller, more vulnerable forms into their dragon bodies. The Kaminoans hadn’t realized what they had created, as no vod ever shifted in front of them, but Jango saw. And he trained the Alphas, who then taught their little brothers about their heritage and their sacred duty. But since so few people knew the true nature of the clones, the Venators were not built to suit their needs. Battlefields were dangerous, with injured brothers and very squishable Jedi underfoot.

Kix, however, was ready to turn into a dragon. The anger in his heart resonated in the hearts of his brothers and in the fabric of the universe itself. Kix could feel the despair, pain, and heartache in the air surrounding his brothers, accompanied by the bitter taste of their fury. They had all been betrayed, and the one who sought to harm them could not be allowed to roam free.

“Waxer, send out two of your scouts along with two of my men to send a message to General Kenobi. Use whatever means necessary to communicate with him as soon as possible, including flying,” Rex instructed. “Dogma, Shiver, you go with them and report to the General. Do not leave any of Krell’s actions out. The General needs to know it all. Understood troopers?”

“Sir, yes sir!” Dogma and Shiver saluted before shifting and taking off into the dark Umbaran sky. The four dragons flew away at top speed, obviously taking Rex’s words to heart.

“Captain, what about the rest of us?” Tup asked.

Rex bared his teeth. “We’re going to relieve that demagolka of duty and leave him for the Jedi.” There were several loud protests, many brothers itching to tear Krell apart for his crimes, but Kix understood why Rex had ordered them to capture but not kill the traitor. “I refuse to let another brother be harmed because of Krell’s actions and that’s what will happen if we kill him. There are far too many nat-borns who despise and fear us, that they will use any reason they have to hurt us or kill us. I will not allow that to happen.”

Kix straightened his spine, absorbing the Captain’s determination and anger as his own, and he noticed many others doing the same.

“We’re with you, Rex,” Waxer said, coming to stand at Rex’s right shoulder. Kix took his place on his Captain’s left, as he was the highest-ranking officer in the contingent of 501st soldiers that had been sent to stop Umbarans wearing clone armor. The only reason Krell’s plan failed was the inherent knowledge within nearly all clones of the whereabouts of their brothers. They’d all sensed the 212th before they’d ever spotted the distinct white and gold armor. The Manda and Ka’ra saved them with the gift they had all been given.

Rex’s eyes flash gold in the dim Umbaran light, lit with a fire inside that would consume worlds if allowed to be unleashed. A rippling, tearing growl began low in his chest and the call was taken up by every other vod with them. All around the three leaders of the two platoons, brothers tightened their grips on their blasters and released savage snarls and ferocious roars. The anger, hate, and determination, all fueled by the powerful love for their fallen brothers filled the space around them, so thick, Kix could barely breathe through the emotions battering against his defenses.

The Vod’e were going hunting.

Kix let loose his own feral grin, the dragon deep inside of him slamming against his mental shields, anxious to be free of the chains that kept him locked tightly inside. Never before had Kix felt the overwhelming desire to utterly destroy a single being nor a single planet before. Everything about Umbara set his every nerve on edge the longer he remained on the planet. Not even Geonosis, both times he had been deployed to that planet, jarred his mind this much. Kix needed to let his dragon out of his cage and release him on the world.

“You can back out of this at any time until we confront Krell,” Rex cautioned the vod’e. “You will not face any repercussions if you choose to stay out of his arrest. I do have to warn you, however, you might have to face heavy and severe consequences from the Senate and the GAR if you do choose to help. We are going to relieve a Jedi and a General from his posting, which counts as high treason within the Republic.”

Not a single vod stepped back. Not a single one of them wavered in their determination, though there were many spikes of fear. They all knew what would happen if they were sent back to Kamino. But their courage didn’t waver despite the fear coursing through their veins. Kix had never been so proud of his brothers than in that moment.

“Any further questions?” Rex asked after a minute of silence.

“I have something to say.” Kix stepped forward. “Your forms, as they are now, will not hold up against lightsabers. If this turns into a fight, which I believe it will, shift immediately. It will take a lot more for Krell to kill you or even chop off a limb if you are dragons and we will have the advantage of size, our claws, tails, and fire. Use them.”

“Excellent advice, Kix,” Waxer grinned and saluted him. “Stay alive, boys! The General and the Commander will be coming, and we’ve got to be there to greet them when they arrive.”

Rex looked around the vod’e one more time and nodded. He put his helmet on and stepped forward, a fist raised in the air. “OYA VOD’E!” he cried.

“OYA!”

As the vod’e entered the airbase, Kix felt the cold numbness he’d felt around Krell from the beginning spread over his mind once again. Appo and Coric shared a hushed conversation with Rex, Waxer, and Kix, who quickly briefed them on the situation and their plans. Kix watched as his own fury was echoed on his riduur’s face, infuriated at the way their brothers had been treated. As medics, they took their oaths very seriously, and this campaign had worn on both Kix and Coric the longer it had progressed.

“Let me get this straight,” Appo said. “We’ve been sent on suicidal marches with the worst battle tactics I’ve ever seen, you were threatened with Krell’s lightsaber and so was Fives, two of our brothers were nearly executed for saving the entire campaign while a third is currently trapped in space with no way to communicate with us, and Krell attempted to have Nabat and Torrent kill each other?”

“Yes, Appo,” Rex said, voice tight with carefully controlled anger. “That’s a good summary.”

Coric snarled viciously, his eyes shining golden and a warm orange glow building in his chest. “Can we roast him alive?” he growled. Kix automatically reached out to Coric in his mind and soothed the flickering fire until it was less likely to consume him.

“No, but we are going to arrest him. You don’t have to join us,” Rex explained.

“Like kark we’re not going to be right beside you when you confront that hu’tuun! We’re with you, sir. All the way,” Appo declared, his fire blue and solid and a steady rock for Rex to lean against. Coric’s only answer was to pull his helmet back on and ready his blaster.

“Good. Inform your men of what happened while I go free Jesse and Fives from the brig. Anyone who wants to help is welcome. Anyone who doesn’t should stay in the barracks so they don’t get caught in the crossfire in case this turns bad,” Rex instructed. His gaze softened slightly. “I’m glad you’re both with me on this,” he said softly.

It hit Kix, then, exactly how much their Captain had been dealing with on this campaign, largely on his own. Neither Kix nor Fives had helped much, constantly challenging his orders and especially with Fives getting into trouble with Krell multiple times. Rex had stood alone against the battering ram of Krell, the only defense between the demagolka and his little brothers. Kix swore to take care of the Captain once they were free of the stains of Umbara and flying far away from this hell planet.

Rex, Appo, and Waxer split off to discuss a few strategies and how they wanted to set up the men that decided to help them relieve Krell of his duty. Kix, however, immediately found himself pressed up against Coric’s hard armor, their helmets banging together harder than they usually did.

“How are you?” Coric said as soft as his vocoder would allow.

“Alive,” Kix answered. “Everything else will have to wait until after we stop Krell.”

Coric sighed heavily. “I know, but I wish it didn’t. You could have died so many times in the last two days, and I wasn’t even there to help. I couldn’t save you and I couldn’t save any of our vod’ikase!”

Kix closed his eyes and allowed Coric’s despair to wash over him, joining his own as they tucked it close to their hearts to deal with later. No medic, no vod ever wanted to be kept on the sidelines of a battle, especially when their vod’e were calling for help. Kix knew if their places had been exchanged, he would have had a hard time not going to help his little brothers, regardless of what Krell had ordered.

“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” Kix murmured and tapped his helmet against Coric’s.

“Nu kyr’adyc, shi taab’echaaj’la,” Coric finished. “We will remember their lives and their deaths. None shall be forgotten.”

“If Krell attacks, don’t take any chances,” Kix ordered. He didn’t fear for himself, but he feared for his vod’e and especially his riduur. He couldn’t lose Coric, not so soon after everything that had already happened. “Shift. Tell the others to shift. Don’t let him get close to you and don’t let him hurt you.” “Only if you do the same.” Coric shook his head. “You’re going up there with Rex and probably Fives and Jesse, aren’t you?”

It was a question that didn’t really need an answer. Kix needed to see that cha’kaar brought to justice. Coric would watch the vod’ikase on the ground while Kix kept an eye on those in the tower.

“I’ll come back to you. Haat, ijaa, haa’it,” Kix swore. Manda forgive him if this was the one promise he wouldn’t be able to keep.

“You better,” Coric said. He gripped Kix’s shoulders as best as he could through the armor. “K’oyacyi, ner kar’ta.”

“K’oyacyi, ner runi.”

Coric gave him one last tap of the helmet before he turned to follow Appo to brief the rest of the 501st on the situation. Rex appeared at Kix’s elbow, eyes soft and warm, despite the exhaustion nearly dousing his flame. Only his anger was keeping the Captain on his feet at the moment.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Kix nodded. “Let’s go free our brothers and arrest that hu’tuun!”

“Oya,” Rex responded with a grin. “Tup, Waxer, with me.”

Fives and Jesse were rightfully angry, the heart of their raging infernos readily visible on their chests through their blacks. The soft, grey-blue of Fives’s fire (Kix still wasn’t used to seeing the accompanying navy of Echo’s flame) burned brighter than he’d seen since that fateful mission to the Citadel. Jesse was more subdued, but the dusky red pulsed to the rhythm of his heart and the determination of Waxer and Rex. They practically demanded to be there when Rex confronted Krell.

As expected, the arrest did not go as planned. Some of the vod’e attempted to get closer to try to stun the fallen Jedi before he could pull out his lightsabers, but they were easily pushed to the edges of the tower room. That was when Krell pulled out his lightsabers and ignited all four blades.

“You cannot defeat a Jedi. I will not be undermined by any animal grown in a lab. You’re nothing and you have no power!” Krell roared. He whirled the lightsabers around threateningly, preventing any vod from getting too close and deflecting their stun shots.

“Don’t get close!” Kix shouted at some of the troopers who had tried to sneak up on the Jedi. They leapt back in time to avoid getting cut in half, but it had been too close. “Rex! We need Plan B!”

“Fives, Waxer, Kix, on me! The rest of you, get out, however you can!” Rex ordered. Immediately, the younger vod’e left, guided by Jesse, though his reluctance cut through the room like a vibroblade. However, Rex was entrusting the safety of their vod’ikase to Jesse, and the recently promoted Lieutenant would not let their Alor’ad down. Jesse would keep them safe and alert Appo and Coric of the situation.

Kix breathed a bit easier when there weren’t as many vod’e around to get killed by Krell. But it also made those who had stayed easier targets. Krell’s mocking laugh cut deep into Kix’s chest, attempting to douse the fire in his heart.

“What can four clones do against me? I have the Force, and you are nothing!” Krell scoffed indignantly.

Without needing any hand signals, the four vod’e spread out, blocking all paths Krell might try to take.

“General Krell, do you confess to committing treason against the Republic and sabotaging your own troops and the success of the war?” Rex demanded.

“Of course, Captain.” The way Krell said Rex’s rank slid against his nerves like thick, black, oily sludge. “Count Dooku has promised to show me the pathway to immense power. The Jedi have been blinded for too long, and my eyes have been opened for me. The Dark side is not evil, but liberating from the constrictions the Jedi have enforced for millennia.”

“Then you are under arrest, General Krell. For the last time, comply with the order!”

Krell snarled and threw Rex against the wall with a wave of his hand. Hard. Kix swallowed down bile at the audible crunch he’d heard.

“I do not take orders from clones,” Krell snarled.

Waxer stepped forward and took the lead. He seamlessly shifted into his long, lithe form, orange scales clashing against the blue-green glow of Krell’s sabers. The frills around his shoulders fluttered angrily, flashing red and orange and black, instead of the usual pink or purple. With a thunderous roar, he called to Fives and Kix, both of whom were quick to respond.

Reaching deep within himself, past the connection to his brothers and the world around him, Kix cupped his fire in the palms of his hands and let it flicker and build until it engulfed his entire body. Unlike the other vod’e who were left in the tower, Kix’s fire burned white, hot with his anger and ferocious determination to love and save as many of his brothers as he could. His fire was the pure essence of his soul, nurtured from the time he was in the gestation tube and coaxed to life when he’d been decanted. And now, it reenergized him. The dragon roared approval, as Kix opened his mouth to echo Waxer’s call.

With white scales, usually shimmering a light silver, Kix stretched his paws and extended his claws. Coric had once described his dragon form as a scaled nexu, with the powerful legs, long, thin tail, and pointed ears atop his head. He didn’t have any hair like some Vod’e, but instead had jagged ridges around the crown of his head that could be folded back when he wasn’t actively in battle. Kix’s eyes always shifted from their usual light honey color to a disturbing pure white. There were no pupils, no irises, just unsettling white.

Kix crouched down to the ground, all four legs tightly coiled and ready to launch himself at the disgusting Jedi. Now that his senses had been extended beyond the near-human capabilities, he could smell the rot coming from the Jedi that he assumed was the Dark side. It was thick and pungent with overwhelming hate. The crystals within Krell’s lightsabers screamed with an awful, wailing agony that jangled every nerve Kix had in his body. He’d once heard General Kenobi explain how the Sith got their red lightsabers, and now, he understood what he’d meant by “bleeding” the crystals.

Across from Kix, Fives stood in his majestic glory. He was one of the biggest dragons Kix had ever seen in a standard CT. The only Vod’e who were larger were the CCs and the Alphas. His snout snorted out a stream of blue plasma, singeing the floor by his large, clawed paws. The beautiful wings, last seen on Rishi, were folded against his body, tucked close to keep out of the way of those awful lightsabers. With blue eyes that “held the galaxy” as Echo used to say, fixated on Krell, watching his every twitch of muscle.

Waxer roared and spat a pillar of burning-red liquid fire towards the dar’jetti, keeping his focus away from the downed Captain. Krell let out a loud cry and desperately flung the fire away from him and towards Fives. Unfortunately for Krell, the fire simply dripped off of Fives’s fireproof scales and onto the floor where it immediately began to melt the durasteel.

[You will stand down, Krell! It’s over!] Waxer growled. His voice reverberated through every mind in the room, a rushing warmth for the Vod’e and a low, grating gravel in Krell’s.

“You cannot beat me!” Krell cried desperately. He ran towards Kix, the smallest of the shifted dragons in the room, and swung both lightsabers at his head.

Without hesitation, Kix leaned back on his hind paws and grabbed the lightsaber blades, a bone-shattering scream of fury raging through his chest and out his open mouth. Neither saber so much as singed his paws, and Kix stretched his lips wide over his sharp fangs in a snarl.

Kix wrinkled his nose as the dar’jetti’s foul stench filled his nostrils. He could feel how cold and achingly empty Krell was more poignantly than ever before, and for a moment, Kix nearly impaled him on his own sabers. Instead, he just jerked them from Krell’s hands and crushed the handles until they were completely unusable. The kyber crystals’ screams gentled down to soft whimpers now that they wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else and Kix nodded in satisfaction.

Fives swept out an enormous paw and batted Krell into the wall. In a fit of desperation, Krell attempted to push Fives away from him using the Force, but absolutely nothing happened. None of them so much as twitched, even though Kix could practically see the Force being forced to Krell’s will. As soon as the power reached Fives, it parted around him, leaving him completely untouched.

“What is happening?!” Krell screamed in rage. He tried to fight against Fives’s hold on him, but it was useless against the bulky weight of the dragon.

[Get Rex,] Fives ordered, jerking his head towards the softly groaning Captain.

Kix immediately pounced across the room, avoiding the hole Waxer’s fire had melted into the ground. He nudged the Captain’s leg, reaching out to the Manda to feel if Rex had any significant injuries. He’d heard a crack, so he knew something was wrong, but not what had broken.

“I’m fine, Kix,” Rex grumbled. “Cracked my pauldron. He knocked me unconscious, but other than that, I’m uninjured.”

Kix huffed. [I’ll believe that when I can get you into a real medbay. Fives subdued Krell and we managed without any fatalities or injuries. Waxer’s fire melted the floor, though, so don’t fall down the hole.]

“Noted,” Rex said as he pushed himself to his feet. Kix pressed against him to support him on the way up, watching carefully for any sign of dizziness or disorientation. But he truly was fine.

“You will pay for this, clone!” Krell shouted. “I should have executed you myself!”

[Sir, you might want to shift. Krell is still dangerous,] Kix suggested once he was sure Rex could keep himself steady.

“I’ve got some binders. Do we have any force-suppressing ones?”

[I do,] Waxer answered. [With how many times General Kenobi has fought Ventress or Dooku, we started carrying them in case we could capture them. One of my men gave me their’s so we’d have enough to secure Krell properly.] Stepping away from the growling and struggling dar’jetti, Waxer shifted back to his more vulnerable form and pulled out two sets of force-suppressing cuffs. He handed them to Rex and then readied his blaster. “He probably won’t be able to do anything with Fives holding him down like that, but I’ll cover you just in case, sir. Figured you’d want the honors since he’s hurt your men the most.”

Rex nodded gratefully at the Lieutenant and snapped the binders over Krell’s wrists. Only then did Fives step away, huffing a hot breath over the Jedi in disgust. He turned and nudged Rex with his snout, a little harder than he probably meant, to check on him.

“I’m alright, Fives,” Rex grumbled and patted the dragon on the nose. “Let’s just get Krell down to the brig and let the rest of the men know what happened. My bucket was recording the whole thing, so I got his confession for the GAR and the Council to review as evidence of Krell’s betrayal.”

[Smart thinking, Cap,] Fives said. [Come on, I’ll give you a lift down. I haven’t been able to stretch my wings in ages.]

While Rex and Fives were focused on each other, Waxer shifted back to his dragon form and opened his mouth to blow a stream of his fire at the viewport. They watched it melt immediately and drip down towards the ground. [Kix and I are smaller. We can take the lift down and put Krell in the brig,] Waxer offered.

Kix nodded and only stopped to pick up the smashed lightsabers. Maybe the Jedi would be able to help the crystals heal. They didn’t deserve to be hurt like that, and there was no better place for them to get better than the Jedi Temple. Together, he and Waxer wrangled Krell into the brig until finally he was secured.

[I’ll guard him for now. Have Rex set up a rotation to come relieve me. I need to check on some of my men.]

[Yes, sir,] Kix said with a nod of his head. They all had plenty to do in the hours to come and little time to rest, regardless of how much they all needed it.

Kix wasn’t paying attention when General Kenobi arrived on the airbase with the rest of the 212th, nearly fourteen hours later. He did notice when a cute kitten-like dragon pounced on Waxer’s back and woke the Lieutenant up from his nap.

[Wooley?] Waxer groaned. [What’re you doin’ here?]

[We’re your support!] Wooley chirped. [Though it looks like you’ve got everything handled here.] He curled up against Waxer’s side, nuzzling along the underside of his jaw. It was ridiculously cute, and Kix wished he could take a holo for Waxer.

“The General’s talking to Captain Rex and the Commander,” Boil reported as he arrived at a much more sedate pace than the little dragon Waxer was now curled around in a tight hug. Or what counted for a hug as dragons. “Ona and Rye told us what happened when you met up in the jungle.”

Waxer huffed out a snorting laugh, nearly blowing out a stream of fire as he did so. [I’m fine, you worry-wart. We had a tiny skirmish with the Umbarans, but they quickly decided to give up when they saw the base was being held by a hoard of dragons. We’re all okay. You can sit down and rest for a bit. Or better yet, shift and come cuddle Wooley and I.]

Wooley chirped a cheerful agreement from where he was nearly completely buried by Waxer’s long tail.

With only a put-upon glare as a protest, Boil shifted into his dragon form, about the same size as Waxer’s but a bit stockier in build, better for ramming into things than slithering through tiny spaces. His burnt orange scales complimented Waxer’s own bright orange. Once shifted, he shook himself over once, folded up his wings, and curled up at Waxer’s back. Immediately, the frills along Waxer’s shoulders turned lovely shades of pink and purple, accenting his warm, violet eyes.

Kix observed the three of them for a moment before deciding that the cluster of three was better left alone for now. Instead, he went in search of his own riduur. Coric had left his side sometime while Kix was asleep, and was probably either in the makeshift medbay—big enough for both medics to fit into as dragons—or combing the battlefields for any more survivors.

It didn’t take long to find him, and surprisingly, he was reporting to Commander Cody and General Kenobi. The Commander hadn’t shifted, but from the way the medium-ish sized dragon was draped across his back, it wouldn’t be long until he joined the rest of his men in their natural form. Rex huffed poutily at Cody’s hair, large brown eyes pleading for attention. Cody hummed soothingly for his riduur, and Rex settled down, careful to keep his sharp claws away from anything that could get ruined or would injure someone. General Kenobi looked like he desperately wanted to ask questions, but refrained for the time being.

Kix had always believed that Coric was the most beautiful dragon he’d ever seen. He was black with bioluminescent blue outlining his scales. Though every dragon was different, Coric was the only one Kix had ever met with wings like his. The wings were large and cupped, much like those pleasure gliders that civilians would use to fly without a speeder. Coric, once he was in the air, rarely had to touch down to earth to rest. He could fly for days if he needed to, much like the man himself. But it was the electric blue of his eyes that always drew Kix in. Shards of beskar silver glinted within their depths, almost hypnotizing anyone who happened to look too deeply. Kix could gaze into them for hours and just drift alongside his riduur’s presence in the Manda.

[From what Fives and Jesse reported, Hardcase was still alive directly after the explosion. He shifted right before the explosion and must have curled into a hibernation ball,] Coric reported.

“A hibernation ball?” General Kenobi asked.

Commander Cody nodded. “As dragons, we’re able to curl ourselves into a ball with our head and most vulnerable parts inside and the rest of our bodies covered in an impenetrable armor. When in hibernation, a vod doesn’t need to breathe as much as we do in a fight or as humans. And we can go a lot longer without food or water. As long as someone can get to him soon, he’ll recover just fine.”

[Tup found what was jamming our communicators. Krell had rigged it up to block all calls within a zone of thirty clicks from the airbase. That’s why Nabat couldn’t contact you earlier. He removed the jammer, and we contacted Commander Tano in orbit to send someone to retrieve Hardcase,] Rex said, refusing to budge from his spot against the Commander’s back.

Kix stepped in before any of them could continue. [Pardon me, General, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to borrow these three for the next few hours.]

Commander Cody raised an eyebrow while the General ran a hand across his mouth. “And why, pray tell, do you need to borrow these three?” General Kenobi asked.

[Because Rex hasn’t slept in nearly three days and is suffering from battel fatigue currently. Commander Cody is the best qualified to help the Captain. And I need my riduur. We’ve been through hell the past few days, General, and we all need a break.]

That sobered them all up, though Rex threw a betrayed look at Kix. But if the Captain chose to neglect his own health, then Kix was more than happy to tattle on him to the Commander. Especially as that had the added effect of coercing the Commander into taking care of himself. There was nothing Kix could do about the General’s poor health habits, as he left that squarely in Helix’s jurisdiction.

“I apologize, Kix, Cody, Rex, Coric. I should have considered your health. I need to report all of this to the Council anyway,” General Kenobi said with an apologetic bow. “I believe the call should last several hours, so feel free to take your time to check up on your men and each other.”

[Thank you, General,] Kix said and then watched as the General left them to go inside the tower to make his call. Kix turned to the other Vod’e. [I’m going to go round up a few dozen shinies, Tup, Dogma, Fives, and Jesse and we’re going to all huddle together for a few hours. No excuses, no exceptions. Manda knows we need it after everything we’ve been through on this planet.]

Rex deflated at that. [I am worried about Dogma and Jesse. They were really shaken up when I last talked to them.]

Kix gave a single nod, as though that was the outcome he’d always expected. It was the one he hoped for, but when he got into one of his moods, Rex refused to give into any suggestions regarding his continued health. And then he darted off, Coric by his side, as they went off in search of their vod’ikase. A giant pile of dragons was exactly what they all needed.

His riduur by his side was all Kix needed.

Credit for the use of Nabat Platoon to @cacodaemonia Please go check out her Reconstruction Corps AU here!

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Hurt/Comfort: Wolffe/Cody (Maybe during Rebels???) Wolffe and Gregor decided to help Rex and the Ghost crew with a little mission given to them by the Rebels, what they didn't know was that the Empire sent a purge trooper after them. The the three instantly recognize the actions of the vid but there was something familiar to all of them that they couldn't quite tell. So, they decided to help him get free from the chip but when the helmet finally came off they froze to see Cody, they instantly became even more determined and tried their hardest to make Cody remember them and fight the chip.

Then Wolffe became all fluffy and acted like how he was before the war 🤗

(Boy I don’t know what to say. This is the longest prompt I’ve ever written. It kinda too a life on its own lmao. Hope you like it!)

Another day, another war to fight. Wolffe should be used to it, but to be honest every day feels harder that the previous one, even though now he has weekly appointments with a mind healer; he’s been told that it’s normal, that progress isn’t always about going up, but he’s tired of this nonetheless.

It’s during these moments of particular weakness that he allows himself to imagine Cody sitting beside him, calling him a di’kut and a chakaar; he has to bite his tongue not to reply to him, knowing that if someone saw him talking to nothing it wouldn’t be pretty.

It hurts, hurts like nothing else, but it also brings him a strange sense of comfort to imagine his lost love. In Wolffe’s mind, he hasn’t aged a day since the last time they saw each other: his hair isn’t white, no wrinkles adorn his face, his gaze is still fiery and determined, body toned and ready to jump to action if the situation requires it.

In moments of even greater weakness, Wolffe wishes he were there with him.

He’s failed him, he’s failed him so bad: instead of trying to rescue him, he’s decided to hide, broken and afraid. Now he doesn’t even know if he’s alive or not; deep down inside, he hopes he’s dead, knowing that Cody would hate what the Empire has done to him and the rest of the vode.

Even deeper down he really must want him to be alive, because as soon as the news of the Empire having sent a squad of purge troopers after them, he immediately begins to hope that he’d find a familiar face behind one of the buckets.

By the footage they’ve gathered of this squad, one of them does appear to move like one of them; it’s not a feeling that can be described, a sort of sixth sense that makes him, Rex and Gregor understand immediately that it’s a brother.

Now comes the hard question: what should they do about the mysterious vod? Trying to free him would be a tedious task, but if Wolffe has learned something about the Ghost company - he can’t speak for all the Rebel Alliance cause he still doesn’t trust the organization as a whole - is that if there’s a chance that they might get to save even just one life, they’ll take it with no hesitation.

So they ask, almost beg even - if only their pride didn’t stop them before they could - to help, and are all relieved when they agree to help them free their vod.

“Wolffe, do you think…”

“I don’t know.”

He was about to chew Rex out for having had enough courage to say what Wolffe himself has been thinking for a while, but he supposes he should at least be grateful of the fact that he’s been sensible enough to wait until he and Wolffe were alone to talk about it.

Rex sighs, sitting beside him. They weren’t built to sustain being alone for too long, meaning that the closeness is now much appreciated.

“I don’t want to believe it,” Wolffe admits in the end. “Because if it’s not him, then…”

“I know,” Rex nods, understandingly. “I know…”

They remain silent, knowing that it’s best to close this discussion before they can begin making theories that would only result into them getting hurt once they find out the truth.

It must seem pretty gloomy from an outside perspective, because when Gregor finally gets to join them, he too doesn’t say anything; he just walks up to them, settling on the other side of Wolffe and immediately closing his arms around his brothers.

Even as old men, they’d never say no to a good ol’ cuddle pile.

The plan is simple: they need to isolate the clone from his companions, so that they can drag him away and have his chip removed. Ghost company will take care of the other troopers, while Wolffe, Rex and Gregor will take care of the clone.

All three of them have been granted a tranquilizer syringe that they will use to get the vod to sleep; it doesn’t feel good having to do something like this, but it’s necessary.

Wolffe’s so nervous…

This feeling of uneasiness accompanies him throughout the entire mission. He and his brothers are supposed to pretend that they’re on a recon mission, and that they haven’t noticed they’ve been followed, thus convincing the purge team to strike and ambush them, only to be then ambushed by the rest of the Ghost team.

Well, it doesn’t sound like a professional tactic at all, but it’s not like Wolffe isn’t familiar with unconventional tactics at all; his Jedi - traitor, no, Jedi… no! - might’ve been more reasonable than Skywalker, but he’s winged it many times as well, with Wolffe that had to chase after him to keep him alive.

Honestly, as long as it works…

Somehow, it does work.

Wolffe will have to thank whatever cosmic entity governs the universe that it did, but not now. Now he needs to focus on the task at hand.

They have surrounded the vod, though he doesn’t seem intimidated by the situation. Wolffe wonders if he’s capable of feeling anything at all.

Just hang on, brother. You’ll be free soon.

Despite being flanked, the trooper’s holding his own: he’s knocked the blaster right out Wolffe’s hands, and the two of them are stuck into a hand-to-hand combat. Wolffe isn’t as young as he used to be, and it’s hard for him to keep up; just what the hell have they given to this trooper? He should be as old as Wolffe and yet he moves faster and hits harder than he should be able to do.

The worst thing is how familiar this all feels to Wolffe: he’s spent so many sparring sessions dancing around like this with…

He gets kicked to the face by a powerful roundhouse kick, which makes him stumble, but after shaking his head slightly, Wolffe recovers immediately, knowing that even a moment of distraction could be fatal in situations like this one.

There’s no time for hesitation, and after yelling his heart out he rushes at him, tackling him to the ground in one go. The trooper immediately tries to free himself, kicking and screaming, but no matter how much he’s hurting him, Wolffe doesn’t let him go. He’ll be damned before he does that.

Immediately Rex and Gregor rush to him, Gregor going to remove the bucket while Rex prepares the tranquillizer.

As soon as the helmet’s removed, Wolffe feels the bile rising in his stomach - he’s so close to vomiting. There’s no mistaking that brow scar: indeed the trooper that has been sent after them is Cody.

“Cody…” Wolffe can’t help but to mutter.

Cody doesn’t stop struggling; it’s like he doesn’t even recognize his name. It hurts watching him like this, it hurts so much, but soon he’ll be free.

Even with him pinned it’s hard for Rex to get him tranquillized: not seeing any alternative, Cody has begun biting. Wolffe’s gotta give it to him, he still has his combative spirit.

Once Cody goes limp, eyes closing as unconsciousness takes over, Wolffe can finally relax.

He should pull away, get up and take Cody to the ship, but he still doesn’t move, curled protectively around Cody, his Cody, who is back to him, or well, he will be hopefully.

“Wolffe, we need to go!” It’s Rex the one who brings him back to reality. Right, Gregor’s cover fire can protect them only for so long.

“Right…” he mutters, only now getting up. He’s still the first one who reaches for Cody, resting his body on his shoulder as they begin to make their retreat, leaving the Ghost crew to deal with the rest of Cody’s squadmates.

Wolffe would feel bad about leaving them on their own, if not for the fact that they need to bring Cody to safety. This is his priority, now.

“It’s going to be alright.”

Wolffe knows Rex is saying it more to reassure himself than to reassure him, so he stays silent. On the other side of the wall, Cody is undergoing to chip removal surgery.

He has no idea about what he’ll find after it’s over: first of all there’s not even the certainty that it’ll work, secondly, if it does, will Cody be the same Cody Wolffe knew and loved, or will he be different? Just how much of his old self will be in there? Wolffe’s afraid to find out.

In an attempt to distract himself from those thoughts, he focuses on how Cody looked when they’ve found him; his hair has gotten completely white as well, and it’s shorter than his usual cut. What caught his attention however isn’t that, nor the wrinkles or anything else that he already sees on his own old face, but the new scars he had at the corner of his mouth and on his right eyebrow, which makes him wonder how he got those; if he finds the cause of them, he swears to the Force itself…

He gets pulled away from those thoughts when the medic comes out of the room.

“How did it go?” Wolffe immediately asks, worried. Please let him be fine please let him be fine please let him be fine--

“The chip has been removed successfully, but… He doesn’t remember anything.”

Wolffe freezes in his place, what does he…

“It’s still too early to discern if it’s just a momentary condition or not. For now let him rest and recuperate from the surgery, then I’ll see that you can visit him.”

Wolffe almost drops to his knees as the news comes crashing down upon him.

Have they really lost Cody then? Just right when they thought they had gotten him back?

Why? Why did this have to happen to him?

“Wolffe? Wolffe!”

Rex shakes his vod, who only then comes back to his sense.

“Y-Yeah? What is it?”

“You need to calm down, vod. Get some rest.”

“I can’t, Cody… He’s in there,” Wolffe replies. He must be so pathetic, but he doesn’t have the energy to put himself together at the moment. This is all so confusing and painful it makes him want to scream.

“And he’d want you to get some rest,” Rex retorts, gently - but firmly - grabbing Wolffe by the shoulders. “I want to stay too, but I know Cody wouldn’t want us to neglect our health for him.”

He’s right, damn it, he’s right, Wolffe knows it, but… He sighs. Fine.

“Alright, let’s go…”

There have been only a couple of times in which Wolffe has felt this defeated, and yet, in the bleakness of it all, there’s still a ray of hope: Cody’s condition might not be permanent, and even if it were, Wolffe swears he’ll still stay by his side.

It’s the least he can do, as a penance for not being able to save him sooner.

“Did it really happen?”

“Of course it did! Would I lie to you about it?”

“Well…”

Wolffe should be mad, but there’s a smile on Cody’s face as he speaks, so he can’t really bring himself to do it, even at the cost of his own dignity.

He’s gotten used, by now, to Cody not remembering. It was painful during their first visits - he couldn’t even stay in his presence for too long or else it would’ve become too much - but they’ve made progress.

Cody’s still in forced rest, and Wolffe does whatever he can to remain by his side. He might’ve reverted to some old habits he had before everything went to shit, but he still tries to keep his distance, since he can’t be certain that Cody would want him to act like he used to, not while he doesn’t remember him.

One thing that surprised him the most is that Cody asked him - and not just him, but Rex too since they were close as well - to tell him stories of their past. Wolffe has no idea if it’s just so that he can distract himself from everything else that is going on around them, or if he genuinely wants to remember. Nonetheless, he’s more than happy do to it, which brings us to the present.

“You’re telling me that you pushed me forward when Alpha asked for a volunteer to show off a grappling move, that I got my ass kicked, but then I used the same move on you on our next sparring match?”

It pains Wolffe that he sounds so doubtful of his skills, or of anything else about him. He’s familiar with how it feels like not knowing who you are anymore - he’s gone through the same things, and he’s not even sure he’s over it now. This Cody has no idea about how great of a person he used to be, which makes it Wolffe’s job to remind him.

“Yeah, you whooped my shebs,” he replies. “Somehow you’ve managed to pull that move off after being subjected to it only once. It was infuriatingly impressive.”

A light smirk appears on Cody’s face.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.”

Despite everything, Cody still teases him like he used to do when he was himself. Maybe this isn’t such a lost battle after all.

Days pass, then weeks. Wolffe still doesn’t stop visiting Cody and staying by his side, alternating with Rex since Cody himself seemed quite unhappy about the fact that he was neglecting his health for him - Rex was right about that.

His memory still hasn’t come back completely, but he’s beginning to remember some small things, especially names, which might’ve not been that great, since now he must also carry the weight of the knowledge that, of all his old friends and acquaintances, very few remain.

Even though sometimes Wolffe can’t help but to feel hopeless about this whole deal - what if Cody never comes back? What if he doesn’t want him anymore? - he still keeps going, pushing himself for him.

Until…

“Oh, Wolffe…”

“What is it, Cody?”

Cody stretches a trembling hand towards him; he’s shaking.

“Wolffe, I remember…”

A chocked sob escapes his lips, and Wolffe’s immediately beside him, keeping him tight in his arms, whispering that everything’s fine, that he’s safe.

“I-- We… We kissed, I remember,” Cody continues. “It was right before Utapau. You told me that I’d better come back alive or that you would’ve killed me again.”

At those words, even Wolffe can’t hold back some tears. What Cody just said really happened: it was the last time they saw each other before the Republic fell. The fact that Cody remembers it now is… great.

“Yes, we did,” he says then, knowing that Cody needs a confirmation that yes, it’s all real.

Silence falls between the two, before Cody reaches a realization.

“Shit,” he mutters, eyes wide and a horrified expression on his face. “Wolffe, I’m so sorry--”

“Nothing about this is your fault,” Wolffe interrupts him before he can say some really di’kutla shit. “You didn’t ask for this, and don’t you think that I blame you for this, because I don’t.”

Cody nods, not saying anything about it. Nobody mentions the fact that they’re both crying.

They must be such a pathetic view, two old fucks crying their eyes out like a bunch of shinies, but that’s not what matters.

“Do you want me to stay here?” Wolffe asks, afraid that, now that he’s beginning remembering things, his presence might be too much for Cody. He doesn’t want to leave him, but if he needs a moment - or more of them - alone, he’d be willing to grant him that.

At those words, however, Cody grabs his arm, keeping it tight in his own.

“Please,” he says, sounding so vulnerable that he breaks Wolffe’s heart.

They make some space on the cot to accommodate both of them. It’s a tight fit but it works just fine.

Things are still pretty bleak but there’s still hope.

Who knows, maybe it’s really beginning to get better.

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gabriel4sam · 4 years

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Seventy-two varieties of root vegetable and other tasty things to discover (now that the Sith are dead); a Gen Obi-Wan story!

Written for theObi-Wan Kenobi Gen exchange and beta-ed by the charming @texasdreamer01

Under the cut, the fic!

It was when he saw Ahsoka eyeing a beetle with keen interest than Obi-Wan decided it was time for an intervention. He had totally failed the culinary education of his own Padawan, he wouldn’t fail it in the same way for his Grandpadawan.

“You didn’t fail my education, Master, seriously-“

“-Shh, Anakin, I’m the one telling the story.”

The war was dying down, for no reasons the Jedi could exactly pinpoint. They were doing exactly the same things they had done for years, but this time the other side was answering their propositions of peace talks and, sector by sectors, the combats were stopping and tentative talks started.

The Senate was busy sending ambassadors left and right, companies were tentatively establishing commercial routes again, employment was going up and even Asajj Ventress was calming down, because after finally killing Dooku the only thing she apparently wanted was to roam the galaxy with a besotted Quinlan Vos trailing behind her like a besotted, if well-armed, puppy.

How sad it was that a previously undiagnosed heart condition had taken Chancellor Palpatine before his time, before he could see the peace and harmony he had so wished for.

“Padmé will laugh so much when she hears you called her blaster an undiagnosed heart condition.”

“The joint investigation between the Judicial officers and the Jedi was thorough, Anakin. Heart condition.”

So, Anakin liked to eat worms, Ahsoka wasn’t far behind, the clones had only eaten rations for all their lives, and once a strange mushroom in Fives’ case. That had prompted hours of talking to the wall and giggling about stuff his foot was telling him, the right because the left was apparently quite rude. After seeing that, and also the way Fives had been ill after, none of the vode had wanted to test anything that wasn’t a ration sealed in vacuum and with the same taste every time, no matter what was written on the package.

Time for an intervention.

Obi-Wan had called his old friend Dex and asked for the permission to borrow his diner during the closing day.

Anakin had whined that it was a little hypocritical of Obi-Wan, who survived on tea, sass and more tea, with sometimes some algae biscuits thrown in it when Bant could corner him long enough, to comment on anyone’s eating habits.

“I didn’t whine!”

“You really did, my dear. And you do on a regular basis.”

Dex had said yes and even offered his diner, and more importantly his kitchen, every closing day when Obi-Wan was on Coruscant.

So, Obi-Wan had chosen his first tasters.

Ahsoka, of course, for who he had started all of that. Worms and beetles and other crawling things were fine in a pitch, he had himself sometimes indulged when Qui-Gon Jinn’s latest nonsense had thrown his Padawan self in the middle of a jungle with no rations. He could also admit that with the stress of the war, he had let his responsibilities erase his body’s normal hunger, but it was no more a time of war. Time to eat like a civilized sentient.

Anakin himself. Young Knight Obi-Wan, struggling with grief and -he could see it now- depression, had let this feral child keep his slave days habits in term of food: Anakin ate everything that couldn’t move away quick enough, in a latent fear there wouldn’t be something to fill his belly later. It was honestly heart-breaking.

It could also be heart-healing: the way the younger Jedi always insisted for Ahsoka to eat first… Obi-Wan will fight for every child in the galaxy to have enough, not like Anakin couldn’t when he was younger and now that the war is finishing, he hoped they could make a difference here.

Padme, because now that the so-called secret marriage was out in the open, he hoped he could spend more time with the young woman and deepen their nascent beginning friendship. The galaxy really could do with more friendship.

And Rex and Cody, the two vode they were closest to. Once those two had come back to the barracks in better shape than Fives after his mushrooms experience, the other vode could probably be convinced to try something else than rations.

Aaylala, who had just taken her first Padawan and would spend a year of Coruscant to better learn each other, had already put herself, the Padawan and Commander Bly on what she called jokingly “Master Kenobi’s dinner waiting list”. She wanted to explore with them the food of her home planet and reconnect with her culture. Boil and Waxer could probably be convinced, too.

It meant the first experience had to be a success.

After his morning session with the Council, Obi-Wan had taken his afternoon off, that too being a new event in the Jedi Order. Most of the time, Bant or Anakin had too threaten to sit on him just for him going to bed. Everybody had sworn to never talk again about that time it had been so bad Master Windu himself really did have to sit on him for Obi-Wan just to take a nap.

“Speaking for yourself, Master, me, I’m never ever going to let you forget that one.”

He had slowly explored the closest market, feeling slightly nostalgic. Qui-Gon always had insisted food should be a fuel, not a passion. He had also said that taking pleasure in the taste, the smell, the hundreds of wonderful vegetables, fruits, meats, grains, offered by nature, that it was celebrating the joy of life, of the Force...

Obi-Wan realized he had forgotten that, in the despair of the war. Now, he took pleasure in choosing fresh produce for the people he loved. Around him, the market was bustling with life. People laughing, speaking, tasting, vendors celebrating their products… It was the season for one of the biggest food import of Coruscant. It was some citrus fruit which had the very rare peculiarity, a very rare one, to be edible for all known sentients. The smell was everywhere in the market, fresh and cleansing and Obi-Wan had taken a bite of one with a groan of pleasure the moment he had purchased them, the juice sweet and slightly acidic at the same time.

When he got to the dinner, he cooked with the same deep happiness of preparing something easy, nutritious and tasty for his family. He had decided to make it simple for the first time, not wanting to push the boundaries of Cody and Rex. Going from rations to a nine-course meal would probably be overkill.

Obi-Wan himself tended to a vegetarian diet, like Qui-Gon had, but he hadn’t always had a choice, and Ahsoka’s body needed an animal based died in a way human didn’t, so he had dismissed his all-time favourite recipe, a creamy vegetable pie a young Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi had learned from a young senatorial aid Bail Organa.

He prepared a stew which he had learned from Kit Fisto, with a lot of root vegetables and some river fish, aromatic bark from the Gold system and just a little touch of black salt. Soon, the entire diner smelled of Obi-Wan’s teenage years, when he and Bant did their homework and Kit Fisto prepared dinner.

Obi-Wan had a smile on his face, a nostalgic glint in his eyes. He should call Bant, soon. Perhaps she and some of their other childhood friends could come the next time….For dessert, he cleaned yellow, purple and red berries from Naboo, to honour Padmé, to be eaten with fresh cheese.

Nothing very complicated. Just simple food, to share and to rejoice in the new chance of the galaxy.

“To the peace?” Padmé proposed for toast at the beginning of the meal and all, they raised their glasses.

“To the peace,” they repeated in answer.

Seated between Cody and Rex, Obi-Wan explained sotto voce what exactly they were eating. He explained the planet of origin of every vegetable –

“Because everything has to be an occasion for a lecture.”

“Anakin, if you don’t stop, you will be in charge of the washing-up. And I used a lot of saucepans.”

Rex was very, very cautious with his first taste. He had been there when Fives had vomited everything he had ever eaten, and had been slightly alarmed once Obi-Wan had explained what a root vegetable was.

“Doesn’t seem very hygienic.” Was his opinion.

It changed after first taste and his plate was quickly cleaner than a ship before the admiral’s inspection.

Cody was more curious about why different sorts of vegetables had been designed.

“Waste of resources,” he decided, “one per species of sentient who wanted to eat them would have been sufficient.”

Obi-Wan hadn’t laughed. How could Cody, raised in the sterile environment of Kamino, know better about the extraordinary abundance of nature? In his own plate, he had picked a small section of one of the root vegetables he had chosen.

“This is a red stachys”, he explained, “the species comes from a planet all the way in the Outer Rim. It was only present on one of their landmasses, but as it isn’t attacked by fungus or insect pests, it’s now cultivated on all the planets and a lot of other agricultural worlds.”

Anakin made a face. He hated agricultural worlds, mostly for the smell. The desert boy loved his cities.

Obi-Wan smiled at his former Padawan’s face but continued:”Today, you can easily find seven, sometimes ten subspecies in Coruscant markets, but on the original world, where the people had centuries to select cultivars, you can find seventy-two cultivars. And it is only one of the vegetables you can find there.”

“Seventy-two!!”

Cody looked a little more at Obi-Wan’s spoon and the innocent little selection of vegetables swimming in the rich-tasting sauce.

“And every world…”

“Every world has its own food. Every ancient country, you could say. Every area. Sometimes every town has its own speciality.”

It was Cody’s turn to make a face. Not surprising: after years of ration, the abundance of possibilities seemed strange to his mind.

“It tends to be a little standardized today,” Obi-Wan admitted, “but a lot of people are working hard on preserving heirloom varieties and culinary traditions…”

Cody stabbed a bit of fish with his own cutlery and tasted it, chewing cautiously.

On the other side of the table, Padmé and Anakin were flirting. Anakin’s lines were terrible but Padmé’s own use of Naboo flowery poetry wasn’t exactly better.

Next to Cody, Rex and Ahsoka were whispering something about putting joy back in the Senate and something very suspicious about dye that Obi-Wan and Cody definitely weren’t hearing, because that one would be Commander Fox’s problem.

Cody tasted a yellow stachys, stolen directly from Obi-Wan’s plate because there were only red in his own plate. Then he tried again a red, pairing it with a green kidney-shaped pod.

“And that?” He asked, poking another pod.

“Magnolens. Seldom grown today, originated from the world of Glee Anselm.”

Cody seemed lost in thought, so Obi-Wan let him chew in peace, instead discussing literature with Padmé. They had all sworn they wouldn’t speak of work tonight, so every time they drifted to politics, Anakin interrupted them by stealing a kiss from Padmé.

It was a rousing and pleasant success.

“Master?” Ahsoka asked later, when she was helping with cleaning Dex’s kitchen. It would probably be neater than before their arrival.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Can I come to the market with you next time? And I think Rex would like it too.”

“Of course you can.” She gave him a sudden hug, surprising him.

From the kitchen, Obi-Wan could see the rest of them, Padmé and Cody lost in debate, Anakin just finishing his third helping of dessert. Rex had taken apart his own dessert, testing the berries one by one.

His former Padwan sensed their gazes and turned to them, a smile on his face. His eyes were clearer than they had been in years, and Obi-Wan felt pride and happiness swell in him.

“You would be very welcome, my dear,” He answered his Grandpadawan.

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nanagoswife · 3 years

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For You? Always.

Chapter Nineteen

Summary: The two of you see each other for the first time since that tough night, then some more happens both in, and outside the office.

W/C: 4.2k (some things go down okay?)

Warnings: angst, physical and emotional harassment, physical violence, serious injury, mentions of blood, mention of past trauma, basically, it faces some difficult topics, oh and swearing and slight dehumanization?

-A/N at the bottom-

It was another week before you went back to work. You knew that rumours were being spread. It was apparent by the sad and pitying stares you got as you walked to your office. This is not even mentioning how some turned to whisper to someone close.

What these rumours were, you didn’t know. There was a part of you that didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to know how they twisted the tale of your personal life.

What you did know that Ben had apparently not gone back to finish the trial. Siara had replaced him. Also, he was at the office.

Thankfully, Paisley didn’t bring anything up. She acted as if this was a normal work day and that there were no other outside influences. You were grateful as all you wanted to do was get back to work and forget about everything that had recently been bringing you down.

She especially helped you forget about the fact that Sadie’s funeral just happened over the weekend.

Her parents had taken you in for those days. Their hugs comforted you along with your own parents as they were also close with Sadie and her parents. Together you all remembered her life.

When you saw your parents, you were also glad they didn’t ask why Ben wasn’t there. They probably assumed he was still tied up with work.

The only thing that seemed to be keeping you from breaking was the dogs. Sure, it hurt when you thought about the reason you had them, but they still helped you feel better. There was no way you couldn’t laugh at their silly antics.

What you couldn’t help but wonder was if Ben would come and try to take one of them. He wouldn’t though. He couldn’t choose then, he wouldn’t choose now. Besides, he didn’t even pester you about his own belongings and he would never do that to anybody. He would never do that to you.

“Y/N?” A voice said, breaking your thoughts and made you slightly jump. Looking up, you saw Derek. Trying your best to be genuine, you smiled.

“Hi, Derek. How are you?”

“I’m fine.” He paused. There was a glint of worry in his eyes. “Y/N, go home. There’s no reason that you need to be here. Take some more time.” Derek’s voice had the genuineness you failed to have, and was also tinted with worry.

“Paisley said something, didn’t she?”

Knowing the joke, he huffed in laughter. “Actually, it was someone else that expressed their concern for you.”

Now you were confused. Who else would be concerned? Siara would if she knew you were back at work. In the end, you shrugged it off. “Derek, I can stay. I need something to keep me busy.”

Derek only nodded as he knew he wouldn’t win even before he even started. Like how it usually was.

“Alright. If you need to, just go home. No need to worry about it.”

“Okay. Thank you,” you said with a genuine smile before he left you to work.

After that, some more time went by before another knock sounded at your door.

Ben tried his best to stay away. Not only for your sake, but for his own as well. If he were being honest, he was just staying away from everyone.

Ever since this all happened, rumours have spread like a wildfire. All of them painted him as a cheater, a liar, a breaker of trust. If the rumours didn’t hurt, everything else sure did.

Nearly everyone in the office became hostile towards him. Each area guaranteed some sort of dirty look or harsh words. With each passing day, it brought on new harsh looks, new insults, new threats. Eventually, some bumps and shoves had started.

As a result, it was almost as if he regressed back to his days in highschool. Always cowering away from everyone with the fear that someone would actually throw a punch. With every insult, he’d flinch. It was a fear that was never felt since before he moved to the same school as you. Sure, he still faced some criticism, but it wasn’t sending him to the hospital.

This time, he was in the same school with you, but you weren’t there to help him. To save him from the threats of the other students. Not physically, not mentally, and not with your smile.

Yes, he tried to stay away so he wouldn’t cause you more pain. He refused to let himself try and gain back your protection. He didn’t want you to have the burden of knowing how hostile it’s gotten.

It had worked until duty called that he couldn’t hand off to someone else. He had to oversee this one himself. Thankfully, it wouldn’t take long at all. A signature. This would cause you less pain than it would if it were more collaborative.

For a moment, he hated how he contemplated handing it to Paisley so that she could give it to you. No, he thought, he needed to face this. Plus, it was just work. That should warrant a safe pass, right?

Even though he hadn’t seen you since that night, he still knew that you were probably having troubles. Siara had also told him how the funeral had just happened.

He asked Derek if he could check in on you. If you found out he was the one who asked, you’d probably think he was trying to get you to leave for his sake. Which was not the reason. He didn’t want you to see the hostility towards him, but he wanted you to feel comfortable. He knew you well enough that you were probably not doing as well as you said you were.

Now, here he was at your door. For a moment, he stood there with racing thoughts. He was frozen at the thought of seeing you. It had been a while.

Paisley broke him out of it when she placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be okay. She can separate work from personal life,” she said quietly.

“I know. It’s if I can separate the two that’s the problem.”

Ben was thankful that people like Paisley and Siara knew the truth. At least they showed him some kindness in this place.

Finally, with a deep breath, he knocked. There was no going back now.

You would’ve been surprised to see Ben at your door if your job didn’t require your constant partnership.

Meeting his eyes, he seemed nervous. Not like the first time he came to your office with Siara. It sent a small jolt of guilt through you that he was like this.

“All that’s needed is a signature,” he said quietly.

Your heart hurt. It was like highschool again. You, the popular girl that was liked by most, and him, the quiet boy who hardly talked and waited for danger around every corner. For the first time since then, as well, his shoulders were shrugged up and he looked so scared and tense.

Nodding, he then hesitantly stepped forward to bring the paper over. Wanting to spare him of his discomfort, you quickly signed it.

The pain in your heart only grew when he paused before he quickly walked out of your office and closed the door. This was the first time he had ever come to your office and didn’t stay and talk.

That’s when the first prominent flicker of doubt started to fill your mind.

It was another few weeks before you heard what the rumours really were. Not only that, but how Ben was being treated by so many. It made you sick hearing what was going on. Now you knew why he was so tense when he came into your office.

It pained you to think that he felt like he would receive the same treatment from you. Usually, he relaxed once he saw you.

Siara was the one who told you this when she had come back. Apparently, he had been confiding in both Brian and Siara with everything. No wonder why he had been basically hiding in his office all these weeks.

Sitting on the couch with Cody and Boga curled up close to you on the couch and floor, you started to think. You let every feeling of doubt swirl your mind.

Looking back, you noticed everything he had done for you. Everything that he left up to you, never asking for anything in return. Nothing except asking for your love.

The times he spent in your office just so he could talk with you. The times he gave you his coat when you got cold. The times that he made your bad situations good ones. The times that he would greet your parents with such kindness. The times he only simply asked for you to say that you loved him. How he showed you how things weren’t always your fault. How he left every big step up to you.

Then, you looked back to those days that your first feeling of doubt about his love came in. He was always disappointed when told he had to leave. The glints in his eyes, you now realize, was sad and not telling of something traitorous to your relationship. The amount of times he would just send a simple heart emoji during the day. Then, his hair was almost always disheveled as you knew he spent countless nights without a second of sleep. How, even after you got mad, he came to you. Just like he had so many times.

Sure, Carla sleeping in his bed was still a kick in the gut, but you knew how he was. He was so kind. So generous and he was just extending that kindness to a coworker. Someone that he only saw as a friend. Someone he ignored because he only wanted to see your face every night.

Had he been desperate, he would’ve just come home to you. Even then, you told him to stay. That was something he listened to. He listened because he would never think of going against what you say.

Ben would’ve come to you, had you not insisted that he stay. Insist that he stayed so that it would be done sooner.

Then, in the aftermath of days of very few exchanged words, you never even gave him a chance to speak, to explain. Instead, you took advantage of his unwavering kindness and eagerness to just listen to you and didn’t grant him the same.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you muttered to yourself. Tears started to build up thinking of how selfish and cruel you had been to this kind man. To the man that loves you. To the man that you love.

Had it not been so late, you would’ve gone to see him and try and make things right. This was not something to settle over a phone. Instead, you would go to the park and think things over some more with the benefit of fresh air. Think over how you should never have pushed him away. Especially when you were grieving and you didn’t even tell him.

Walking through the night, he didn’t have any determined path of travel. All he knew was that he needed to just walk in the frigid night air. He needed to wonder as he tried to alleviate some of the suffering he’s been going through.

It wasn’t tapering off after this month. If anything, it got worse.

Now, he was in an alley by the office. It was quiet and comforting. A perfect area that allowed him to think about you. It allowed him a more private space to let his tears quietly fall. A safe space to think of everything he could’ve done differently that would’ve prevented this.

The sound of his steps along with the slight dragging of his feet was the only sound. Occasionally, it would be accompanied by sniffles that accompanied his tears. That is, until he heard many more.

At first, he didn’t acknowledge them. He just assumed it was a group passing by to go do whatever activity awaited them. Instead, they stopped and the talking he had heard that accompanied them stopped.

Looking up, he saw three guys from the office. They made eye-contact with him and gave menacing glances. Then, they started walking his way. All of them walked with a fury that he hadn’t been on the other of in so long.

“You fucker. You’ll pay, Kenobi,” one snarled before drawing his fist up. Ben couldn’t react fast enough to try and dodge it.

“There’s no one here to help you, you fucking cheater!” another yelled as he threw his own punch.

The second punch sent more pain through him as it landed in the same place as the first. They only chuckled as they watched him stumble into the brick wall of one of the buildings.

“Big shot Ben Kenobi is nothing but a defenseless wimp,” one said before a punch connected to the opposite side of his face. This one almost made him fall, but one of the three caught him and stood him back up.

This turned out to be for the benefit for the to start to land brutal blows to his ribs and abdomen. They didn’t stop until he was choking on air.

That’s when they finally let him fall to the ground, watching him struggle for air.

After a few moments, he finally gasped on air. His coughs were painful and the air stung his lungs as each breath was taken in. For a minute, they let him breathe normally, laughing at the way he was curled on the ground. It didn’t last long.

Pain shot through him, his breath was once again knocked from his lungs.

The worst part about this is that he wasn’t trying to fight back or even protect himself. He just let them kick and beat him to their heart’s content.

In a way, he even let the first punch happen. He saw it. He easily could’ve dodged it, but he didn’t. There wasn’t even any shock factor that these people would do this. Ben had known too many two-faced people to be surprised.

He deserved this. There was no fighting back. This, he thought, was what he deserved. Even though he didn’t do what they thought he did, he caused you pain. He had caused you unbearable amounts of hurt that then left you alone when you needed someone the most.

So, right now, he had a reason to let this happen. This is what he deserved and it was given to him.

When he was young, he tried to fight against it. There was no reason he should’ve been hit. He didn’t deserve it. Now, he had that reason. It was his fault.

So, he practically welcomed each punch, each kick, every little thing feeling of pain. He welcomed every bit of it even when he was blinded by his own blood and one eye had swollen shut. Then, everything went black from some sort of contact to the back of his head. The last feeling of pain before he blacked out.

“Y/N!” you heard Siara yell from outside your office door. She burst in not long after.

“Is everything alright?” you asked.

“Have you seen Ben? He never came back to the house last night.” Her voice was filled with worry that was mirrored across her face.

Your own worry filled you. He wasn’t one to not come back without saying anything.

“No, I-”

Paisley burst in then. For a moment she paused, gauging what she was interrupting before saying, “You’re going to want to see this.”

She quickly made her way to your computer and started to type something in. A news article popped up with a video.

“No,” you said quietly. The name in the article appeared for a moment before Paisley clicked and played the video that was security camera footage.

You recognized the three men from the office. What pained you more was that they were attacking Ben. Something that made it worse, he was just taking it. He didn’t bring a hand up to block anything. Especially once he fell to the ground, he just let them beat him to a pulp. There was no resistance. You couldn’t watch it for long after he fell. You were surprised you hadn’t looked away sooner.

For a few moments, you didn’t know why he wouldn’t try to at least defend himself. Then you knew, and you felt horrible.

“Why did he not do anything?” Siara eventually asked Paisley.

“Because he thinks he deserved it,” you said quietly with your back turned to the other two. “He thinks it’s his fault.”

Tears were brimming your eyes. You didn’t want to turn around and see the other girls’ faces. It wouldn’t help.

“Siara,” your voice was close to failing you, “can you please take me to the hospital?”

Now, you turned. Siara nodded and quickly led you out. Fear filled you at just how injured he could be. You just needed to know that he was okay.

“He’s in very rough shape. Multiple fractured ribs, broken wrist, black eye, some minor cuts on his scalp with a few more serious ones on his face, and a concussion. Right now, he is sleeping and may be out for a few days so his body can heal,” the doctor said as she brought you to Ben.

When you arrived at his room, your tears started to fall when you saw him. The bandages, heart monitor, IV, the cast, the swollen black eye, it all made you feel sick to your stomach. This all happened because of you. Because he loves you, and you love him. Because you pushed him away and people were ill-informed and acted on rumours.

“Nurses will come in a few times a day to check on him and clean his eye. Other than that, it will just be the two of you,” the doctor said. “When he wakes up, let us know as soon as you can.” She knew that you would need a moment when he awoke. She had made it apparent in the way she didn’t say to tell them right away.

“I will. Thank you,” you said quietly.

With that, she left you. You waisted almost no time as you were by his side, holding his uninjured hand. Letting your tears fall, you pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, Obi,” you said against his knuckles and pressed another kiss to his hand.

Two days had gone by. The day before, his mother came to visit him. Thankfully, she didn’t know what happened between the two of you. Either that, or she wasn’t mad. Amelia was always the gentle and unjudging sort.

Now, you once again sat with his good hand pressed to your forehead in your hands. The doctor had said he was making good progress. To you, you wouldn’t believe it until he opened his eyes. Well, possibly still the one. The swelling may have gone down, but they couldn’t tell how much.

Those two days had been the longest ones you’ve ever had. Always just waiting to see the amazingly blue eyes meet yours once again. It was all you wished for as you constantly whispered so many apologies as he slept.

You would quietly apologize to him and tell him how much you loved him until his cerulean blues looked at you again. Hopefully, without fear or pain.

Until then, you held his hand and relished in the small contact.

This was how you stayed for two very long and painful days of listening to the almost silence of the hospital room.

You had begun to doze before you heard a difference in his breath. Then, his hand started to move. At first, your heart was starting to feel pain as he moved as if he was going to pull away, but he stopped. Instead, he tightened his hand around yours which sent a wave of relief through your entire body. It released every bit of tension and stress that you’ve been carrying for so long.

Then, his eyes slowly opened. Both of them, but his black eye was still partially closed. The eyes you had missed so much met yours. For the first time in months, there wasn’t any type of hurt in his eyes. No loneliness, no heartbreak.

“Y/N,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Hi,” you said softly, tears of happiness gathering in your eyes as a smile grew on your face.

He moved his hand from yours and placed it on your cheek. His thumb wiped away the tear that fell.

“Obi, I’m so sorry,” you said while leaning into his hand and placing your hand over his to feel more of his gentle touch.

“Shh, it’s not your fault.”

“Did you ever think that it wasn’t your fault, either?” you said back. One thing that you were now returning, making it known that not everything was his fault either.

He smirked and his eyes grew softer.

“No,” he slightly chuckled but winced in pain, “no I didn’t think about that.”

“Well, let me show you how it wasn’t your fault.” Carefully, you leaned towards him all while making sure you didn’t cause him any pain. “If you’ll let me.”

Ben kept his hand on your cheek the entire way. All the way until he nodded and your lips met his. Then, he moved his hand to your hair.

You kissed him with every bit of love you had and have for him. Every unheard apology laced into the simple action.

He returned it with the same intensity. It was only broken when he winced.

“I-I’m sorry, did I-”

“It wasn’t you, darling,” he replied comfortingly.

You could tell he was desperately holding back a chuckle. Still, you let out a sigh of relief as you rested your head to his after making sure it wouldn’t hurt him.

For a moment, you relished the feeling of his skin against yours once again. Then, everything came rushing back. He may say it wasn’t your fault, but it was. This wouldn’t have happened if you had just let him say something.

“Obi, I really am sorry. I never even let you explain anything. Then I pushed you away because of actions that weren’t your own and I had no real evidence of.”

Then, you let everything else come out. Voicing everything that you realized he had done for you. What he always did for you. Every moment that he always put you over himself and how you interpreted every action of his wrong.

Like he always did and always will, he listened to everything you had to say. Somehow memorising every word you say like you’re the only movie he watches. The whole time, he didn’t interrupt a single moment of the scene. All he did was watch your eyes, hold your hand in his, and listen.

“And because I pushed you away, you’re now here. I’m the reason that it’s like highschool all over again.” Tears were once again building up. His black eye only punctuated what you said as you saw the glimmer of his blue through the slight swell.

Once again, he lifted his hand to your cheek, “Darling, I’m not here because of you. They didn’t have to act like that based on a rumour. It was their decision. Not yours.”

“Then why did you not fight back? It wasn’t your fault they did that.” Your voice was starting to take on a desperate plea for him to see how it wasn’t because of him either.

For a moment, you watched as he considered this. While he did, he took his eyes off of you for the first time since he had opened them.

“I felt like I deserved it,” he said gravely. “Not necessarily because I felt that it was my fault, but because of the way I made you feel. How I brought up something from the past that I strived not to conjure up,” he replied finally.

Putting your hand over his on your cheek, you shook your head. “No,” you said. “No you deserve to not have to be afraid of everyone you pass. You never should have. And, definitely, not anymore. Those feelings should never have been conjured back up. Especially not because of me.”

Ben gently pulled you towards him so that he could kiss you. “It wasn’t your fault, darling. Other than that, I will believe anything you tell me.”

Before anything more happened, you were disrupted by someone clearing their throat.

It was the doctor, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to check on him.”

You nodded, but you saw that Ben was hesitant. Leaning back towards him, you whispered, “It’s okay. There’s no need to hide anything.”

This was something that was a result of his many trips to the hospital. The doctors hadn’t been good to him and treated him improperly because one was the parent of the kid that led the beatings and bullying. This happened until his mom found out. So, since then, he had been pretty distrusting of doctors treating him.

With your words of encouragement, he nodded and you pulled away after pressing a kiss to the birthmark under his right eye.

A/N: So, this was another tough one. Although I've never actually been physically assaulted, I have faced some similar circumstances and felt like I deserved everything bad that happened. So, it kinda hit close to home but at the same time it just broke me to put these characters through this again. So, I immediately felt huge relief from the hospital scene 😅 Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoyed and just a reminder that if you would like to be apart of the taglist, message me, comment, send an ask, whatever you feel most comfortable. Also, if you want to talk, I'm always happy to hear from anyone so feel free.

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