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Within Operating Parameters
One shot
Cody/Obi-Wan. Boil/Waxer. Clone/clone relationship mentioned.
Alternative Universe: Soulmates
Warnings: Dehumanization of clones
This kinda hit me out of nowhere, and kept me up until nearly 1 in the morning to finish it, so apologies if there's any errors/disjointedness. Also, I'm not sure who started calling the Negotiator's medic Helix, but it's stuck with me and I can't shake it now!
The clones never removed their helmets. Or, at least, not where anyone other than another clone can see. They spoke in military terms only, introduced themselves with identity numbers instead of names.
It makes Obi-Wan nauseous, even as he smiles gently at CC-2224 and thanks him for his assistance again.
He could FEEL their personalities in the Force, which only made their outward meat-droid presentation all the more painful. It’s unsettled all the Jedi, he knows, but he has always been particularly empathetic, and their fear and anxiety every time any nat-borns are near them makes him want to gag.
It presses at him constantly, the wary avoidance of him, the hopeful hero-worship, tainted by terror and panic. He’s been convinced from the very beginning that the clones are a trap, too conveniently placed to gift them an army when war began. But they are a particularly efficient trap for him. He can feel the curl of the Dark in the violent hatred he feels for the Kaminoans, in the creeping desire to turn the Negotiator to Kamino and rip the foundations asunder.
He breaths deep, drawing in the loving warmth of the Force, and breathing out the pain. His eyes are closed, and he feels a worried pang from one of the helmsmen, but he does his best to ignore it.
It’s the most effective torture that could have been devised.
——
CC-2224 stares at his eyes in the Mirror.
Still matching. Still golden-brown. Still within operating parameters.
He steps away, pulling his helmet on and activating the seals, ceding his spot to the next brother in line. CT-1477 is similary within operating parameters, but he takes the pre-requisite 30 seconds to observe and ensure he is still acceptable before moving to follow CC-2224 to the bridge.
CC-2224 sheds Cody with every step away from the Vode barracks. The clone slips over him, concealing the defective core of the brother from the enemy.
It’s a little harder today, as he steps onto the bridge. General Kenobi turns to him, and there’s a sad smile on his face, that quickly slides into a warm greeting, blue eyes shining at him.
CC-2224 knows the flash of warmth in his heart is defective, but it passes quickly. It is not permanent. It does not require reporting.
General Kenobi’s smile falters, and briefly there’s something painful on his face, before the serene calm washes it all away.
CC-2224 does not ache for the smile to return. He is functional. He reviews the battle scenario presented to him, and devises a strategy. He is not proud when General Kenobi strokes his beard and grins. He is not pleased when General Kenobi tells him it’s an excellent plan. He nods, and issues orders.
Cody bundles the memory in a tiny, precious box in his mind, and holds onto it for later.
——
Cody wakes in the midst of his brothers, warm and comfortable. Boil has a leg over his, Crys’ stomach is under his head. Wooley, the limpet, has drooled on his kriffing bicep again, and Cody can’t quite bring himself to be annoyed about it.
He’s woken, as he always does, at precisely 05.00hrs. He’s the Marshall Commander, he needs to wake before the others. The Kaminoans had trained it into him.
They did not train the extra five minutes he takes to soak up the warmth of his vod into him. That he took for himself.
The others wake around him when the five minutes are up. Wooley wipes his face on Cody’s arm, grinning up at him when he glares down. Crys stretches, careful not to disrupt Cody too much. Boil doesn’t move. He’s always struggled with mornings. Waxer is already pressing kisses into his cheek, dragging him up from the dark with the sheer obstinateness of his love.
Cody sighs, and waits until Boil manages to curl himself away from him, into Waxer, fumbling tired fingers into Waxer’s hair and holding him to him.
It’s time to get up.
Cody rises, stretching out cramped muscles from sleeping on the cold floor. They haven’t had an inspection yet while on the Venator, but the harsh punishments of the trainers and Kaminoans when they’d dragged the mattresses onto the floor still ache in each of them, and they haven’t dared that level of deviance yet. He firmly pushes away thoughts that General Kenobi probably wouldn’t care, would probably be pleased to see the humanity in them, and goes to take a piss and brush his teeth. There’s mirrors all along the wall in the bathroom over the sinks, but they’re not the Mirror, so he doesn’t bother to meet his eyes. Around him, brothers do the same, a mix of grumbling and smiling vode, all going through the morning routine.
Breakfast is caff and porridge. It’s actually not bad. The Generals had argued that ration bars was not enough to sustain an army conducting warfare, so Cody and his vod got real food now. It’s eaten in the confines of their cafeteria, sequestered deep in Vode territory, away from any nat-born eyes, but it makes Cody feel a little more human.
There’s not been a lot of that in their lives.
He finishes first, and stands first. He is always the first. It’s the correct order of things. He feels Cody start to slip away, CC-2224 activating with the measured footsteps towards the armour lockers. None of the other Vode catch his eye, the fond touches of earlier come to an end.
CC-2224 is not their vod.
He strips perfunctorily, and steps into the sonic. Cody looks down at his body, traces the new scar on his shoulder. CC-2224 steps out when it finishes. Pulls on the new set of blacks waiting for him. He settles the pieces of armour into place.
Around Cody/CC-2224 other brothers/clones strip and clean themselves. Deadened eyes, tight jaws. The rare aesthetical defect standing out in the midst of symmetrical bodies.
Cody glances away and walks out. He stutters a moment, dread coursing through him.
What if he didn’t look in the Mirror? Just for one day. What if he didn’t look?
He does, of course. Two golden-brown eyes. Matching. No deviance.
CC-2224 pulls his helmet on and goes to his duty.
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There’s something tense in CC-2224’s presence today, Obi-Wan observes. Almost like he’s approaching a precipice, and has a choice as to whether he backs away, or continues to the edge. It’s beautiful. Obi-Wan finds himself watching out the corner of his eye, breath held, waiting to see which way he goes.
CC-2224 stays calmly still, hands behind his back, feet shoulder width apart. His chest rises and falls slowly.
Obi-Wan sighs, and looks away. There’s a spark of frustration, before he manages to ease it into the Force. The tense feeling has eased, CC-2224 has walked away from the cliff edge, and Obi-Wan does his best not to feel bitter disappointment.
Perhaps if he’d approached the man...?
He’s very tired of being feared.
It’s a moment of anger, a moment of exhaustion that drives him when he strides over to CC-2224, and puts a hand to his shoulder. It horrifies him in the next second, and he gapes awkwardly at the tilted helmet.
He has never breached their personal space before. It was vile, they had so little autonomy over their own lives; he refused to put them in uncomfortable situations when they were so clearly institutionalised to avoid any nat-borns.
Yet he’s still got his hand on CC-2224’s shoulder. He’s still staring into that visor, blue eyes searching for a glimpse of anything underneath.
CC-2224 doesn’t shake him off, doesn’t move. His external comms must have switched off, because there’s not even the sound of his breathing. He is still, silent, and his Force presence has shrunk to a...
Oh...
Obi-Wan feels his own breath catch, as something delicate and yearning unfurls from the shadow of CC-2224’s mind. The helmet trembles slightly, and a gloved hand comes up to place careful fingers over his own. They stand like that for a moment, two, and Obi-Wan realises the trembling of the helmet is rough, disjointed.
He thinks CC-2224 is shouting in there.
Obi-Wan doesn’t know what compels him. He lifts his other hand to CC-2224’s helmet, places his fingers over the button to unseal his helm. CC-2224’s other hand jerks up, grabbing his wrist. He waits, and CC-2224’s fingers loosen, then slide over the back of his hand, over his own fingers, and press down against them.
The helmet unseals with a hiss.
They stand there for a moment longer, Obi-Wan staring into the visor, the visor impassively staring back. The trembling has stopped, but CC-2224 heaves with every harsh breath that pants out of his mouth, loud in the absolute silence of the Bridge. Obi-Wan suddenly worries for his ability to breathe, bringing both hands to the edges of the helmet, dislodging the gloved ones on top of his, and slides the helmet off.
CC-2224 has wide, golden-brown eyes, a cruel scar around the left one, and a wide, gasping mouth. He stares desperately back at Obi-Wan, who hungrily drinks in every line of his face, the helmet falling to the floor and rolling away as he presses his hands to either side of CC-2224’s face.
He watches, wonderously, as the golden-brown of Cody’s left eye swirls and rivers of blue flow through it’s warm deserts. He feels an odd, warm sensation in his own left eye, and knows sunlight and sand is filling his in turn.
CC-2224’s eyes snap to his own changing one, and he touches a gloved thumb to the edge of Obi-Wan’s eyelid. Obi-Wan can’t help himself, this wonderful, miraculous man in front of him overwhelmes him, and he turns his face and tilts up, pressing his lips to the pad of that thumb. Something broken punches out of CC-2224’s throat He grabs Obi-Wan’s face and slams their lips together.
It’s imperfect, teeth, brutal desparation and terror, but Obi-Wan answers, careful and gentle, easing them into a cautious kiss. He slides a hand into curling, regulation-cut hair, and slowly pulls away. He leaves his forehead pressed against CC-2224’s briefly, watching him come back to himself in fits and starts, and the horror beginning to twist his face.
Obi-Wan steps back, heart heavy as he lets go of CC-2224, as CC-2224’s hands fall away from him. This is his soulmate. His soulmate is terrified of him.
Obi-Wan has gone too far.
He still isn’t really sure what came over him. He steps away, collecting CC-2224’s helmet from where it rolled to, and walking back to him. The man is frozen, the only movement his eyes, wide like a cornered animal as he watches Obi-Wan. It hurts, like nothing Obi-Wan has ever felt before.
He raises CC-2224’s helmet over his head, and carefully brings it down, concealing those beautiful, mismatched eyes, one the colour of golden sands at sunset, one ocean-blue. He brings the helmet down, until it sits snugly where it should, and activates the seals.
He steps away, then turns and leaves. He feels the tears on his cheeks as he goes, and knows CC-2224 saw them before he left.
The other clones on the bridge never turned away from their panels.
——
CC-2224 functions within parameters for the rest of his shift. He does not see the General again. His heart rate is high, his breathing short, but he wrangles them back into acceptable ranges every time they begin to exceed the maximum. The other clones do not react to him. They do not say anything. They do not deviate from their duties.
Only Cody has done that today.
CC-2224 carries them through the rest of their shift. He does not wonder where General Kenobi, and his deviant mismatched eyes are at any point. He does not think about him. Does not remember his chapped, warm lips on his...
CC-2224 breaths carefully, brings them back within parameters, and functions.
It is Cody, when he passes the door to the Vode barracks, who wrenches off his helmet, tearing skin in his haste to pull it off before he releases the seals, and flings it carelessly to the floor. It is Cody who stumbles to the Mirror, desparate and terrified, and looks at his eyes.
Mismatched, deviant eyes.
His right is still regulation golden-brown. His left... His left is wonderful, brilliant stormy ocean blue. He presses stunned fingers to his own cheek, then to the Mirror, not quite able to believe what he sees. He stares, and stares, and stares. It does not change.
His brothers are behind him, helmets off, matching golden-brown eyes all staring at his own not-matching set. There’s wonder, horror, fear and anticipation on each of their identical faces. They are silent, waiting for him to react first.
He does not know what to do.
Eventually, the tableau is broken by Helix.
The Chief Medical officer orders them all to their dinner, placing himself between Cody and the others, arms folded. He stares them all down, until they trickle away, each one looking behind them at their Vod as they go. Wooley is the last to leave, and goes to reach out for Cody before Helix hisses at him. Wooley slopes off with a worried gaze, and finally, Cody and Helix are alone.
Helix turns to Cody, and watches him carefully through the reflection. It’s several minutes before Cody managed to look away from that blue, blue eye and meet Helix’s own regulation golden-brown pair.
Helix’s face is firm, but not angry. He looks at Cody. There’s no pity, or condemnation, he is simply there.
It helps Cody find himself again, in amongst the echoes of the Kaminoans in his head. He takes a deep breath in time with Helix’s own, and closing his eyes, turns away from the mirror.
He only opens them again when he’s turned completely away, and, standing straight-backed and proud, he faces Helix, waiting for his vod to lead him to the medical bay for decommissioning.
——
Obi-Wan hasn’t managed to meditate for the past hour. It’s not for lack of trying. He’d sat on the floor, hands on his knees, eyes (mismatched, wonderful eyes) closed that whole time. His legs are numb; he’s not entirely sure he can get up at this point, and frankly, he still desparately wants to go and find CC-2224 and beg him to please forgive him.
He winces as he unclenched his fist from where he’s dug his nails into his shin again. With a heavy sigh he gives up, awkwardly pulling his legs out from their crossed positions, and flopping back so he’s laid on the floor completely.
Meeting your soulmate was meant to be... The most incredible moment in your life. He’d grown up on stories of eyes meeting across rooms, drawn to each other inevitability. That first curl of colour-shift, that first warmth of knowing each other. Even Qui-Gon had spoken reverantly of it, in those moments he managed to overcome the grief and speak of Master Tahl.
Instead, Obi-Wan felt like he’d violated his soulmate.
He couldn’t help but remember those wide, frightened eyes, the hitch of fear in his soulmate’s breath. His warm brown skin had paled, even as he’d lurched forwards into the kiss.
Obi-Wan shudders, swallowing back bile.
Whatever the Kaminoans had done to the clones, his taking away CC-2224’s right to hide his eyes, to not make that soulmate bond was far, far worse.
He could feel it, delicate and frail in the center of his mind. He curled protectively around it, even as he carefully kept from touching it or strengthening the fragile thread. A soulmate bond with one who was force-sensitive could be a beautiful thing, a gentle sharing of emotions and thoughts of each other.
Obi-Wan refused to intrude upon CC-2224 anymore than he already had. He would allow himself tonight. One night to hover over it, bask in it, but careful not to touch. And tomorrow he would go to CC-2224, apologise for his over step, and seal it. It couldn’t be broken, not now it’d been allowed to form, but he could prevent it from growing any stronger, and give CC-2224 choice in this at least.
He wipes away his tears, and stared at the ceiling.
He was not meant for good things.
——
Cody stares at Helix, confused and frankly, fucking angry. They are in Helix’s office within Vode territory.
Helix has positioned them with Cody’s back to the door, and Helix facing it. He has placed Cody’s helmet in his hands, and set up a proximity alarm, so they will be alerted if anyone approaches. Helix stated he isn’t worried about Vode, that the secret will be kept by their brothers, but the fear of a nat-born inspection hangs over them even now.
Helix is a very good brother. He had spent the last hour explaining soulmates to Cody, and answering his questions. He explains that back on Kamino, those Vode pre-selected and trained to be chief medical officers had been quietly and secretly taught by Trainer Skirata exactly why they had to check their eyes every day, why they weren’t allowed to remove their helmets, why the Vode were trained to be inhuman drones when performing their duties.
Skirata had not been kind, but he had been indignant that this had been taken from them. It had been his small rebellion before he went and committed his full betrayal.
Helix told him of the Manda’s gift, the sign of the soulbond, the person who was made for Cody, and who Cody was made for. He told him that the Kaminoans had hidden this from the Vode, kept it from them for fear that their product would escape their indoctrination. He held Cody’s face and smiled, wide and proud, as he told him that this meant Cody would be loved.
At first Cody was silent, then doubtful, and then, so, so force-damned angry. So angry he shook with it, and thumped his fist on the floor, teeth clenched.
The Kaminoans took everything from them. Produced them. Trained them. Modified their bodies and mind. Gave them only identity numbers and shoddy armour. He didn’t know why this was the final straw on the pile of his resentment, but it was. He roars and bellows, Helix quiet and solid with him as he rages. The sounds of his fury echo off the walls. It isn’t long before the proximity alarm rang repeatedly.
No one enters, and Helix remains calmly sitting, waiting for Cody’s anger to settle.
Eventually, it does. But not into the weary acceptance of before. He feels something delicately warm in the core of him, and he surrounds it with calm revolution. He looks up at Helix with mis-matched eyes, and sees the same anger in him.
Together they rise, and Cody leaves the office, stepping out to the fading whispers of his brothers stood in the hallway, as they all turn to watch him. Boil and Waxer, Wooley and Longshot. So many brothers faces with halting, worried expressions.
He looks back at them, a single set of mismatched eyes within the sea of golden-brown, and tells them the truth.
——
Obi-Wan woke from troubled sleep to a sense that something had changed. For a moment, he stays lying on the floor where he’d eventually fallen asleep last night, and blinked up at the ceiling, struggling to center himself in the Force.
The oppressive fear and anxiety had been swept away by a flood of rebellion and joy. It sang through him, wardrums pounding at the heart of it. His limbs were flush with energy, his heart pounding in time with the beat. He found himself clambering to his feet, unable to resist the pull of fierce jubilance. His saber leapt to his hand, the force dancing playfully, excitedly around him, teasing him towards the door.
He walks dazedly through the hallways, following the curl of something golden dragging at his chest. His feet are bare, he wore only his sleep clothes, hair flattened from lying on the floor, and he didn’t care. He needed to find it, that wonderful bloom of warmth in the center of his mind, that proud, fierce presence that unapologetically called for him.
Blinking, he steps onto the Bridge.
The clones wore no helmets. Identical heads, with identical curled black regulation haircuts stood at their stations. The few nat-born officers were stood quietly, confused, unable to stop staring at the bared clone faces around them.
Obi-Wan could only see one.
CC-2224 stood, turned towards him, face open and proud and mismatched eyes locked with his. His hands are calmly held in the small of his back, posture military crisp. He watches Obi-Wan as he approached, until he stands infront of him, then he reaches out his right hand, placing his thumb on Obi-Wan’s cheek below his golden-brown eye.
“Cody,”
Obi-Wan startles, placing his own hand over the gloved one on his cheek. “What?”
Mismatched eyes crinkle nearly closed with the force of the smile on his soulmates face.
“My name is Cody.”
#star wars#the clone wars#commander cody#star wars the clone wars#obi wan kenobi#codywan#star wars fanfiction#codywan fanfic#cloneshipping#clone trooper waxer#waxer/boil
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A comic of Boil and Waxer 'enjoying' a day at the beach. Waxer may have to run.
For @elismor ! :D
Another piece for @waxerboilmonth 2024! Week for prompt, based on this image.
Also on AO3
#clone trooper boil#clone trooper waxer#tcw#waxerboilmonth#waxer/boil#sptarfish 'space starfish'#cloneship#my art
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The Waxer/Boil brainrot from @waxerboilmonth has got me good! Here's another piece that doesn't quite fit with the prompts for that event so I'm putting it out early. I recommend you embiggen!
This is "Duty Roster," a little stop-motion experiment of mine. I am no animator or filmmaker but it was neat to put this together.
🕯️♨️📅
Are there whiteboards in space? No. Should this whole thing be written in Aurebesh? Yes. Do I know anything at all about stop-motion animation other than what I looked up in a Photoshop tutorial? Nope! Don't worry about it.
If anyone is curious about the fully-ruined board that's only up for half a second, here is that image:
Poor Sarge....
#star wars#star wars animation#star wars fanart#clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#212th attack battalion#my art#if we're calling this art#waxer/boil#cloneshipping#clone ocs
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Here I am squeaking in under the wire for my @fandomtrumpshate piece for @cacodaemonia! (I started from palette 94, from here)
The prompt was waxer and boil walking home tipsy, but I may have moved passed “tipsy” and into “smashed” territory.
Ty caco for being awesome to work with as always, giving me a whole bunch of ref, and then being patient with me while I did not touch it all year. It’s been a crazy one!
This piece is also on ao3, here
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Waxer*Boil Month Week 1: Hobbies
In order to better prepare the clones for their new lives as civilians, Commander Fox got support from different senators and artists to put on a hobby convention. Waxer and Boil attend to try to figure out what works best for them and make a few new friends along the way.
Written for @waxerboilmonth and posted on AO3 here.
(image is public domain from pixabay)
Boil clenched his hands as he stepped into the auditorium, looking around for the exits and potential escapes first as Waxer dragged him along toward the refreshment table that had been set up against the back wall. He knew he was being difficult, but even if the majority of the room was filled with the familiar chatter of clones, there were enough natborns there to set him on edge. He blinked at Waxer when a cup was shoved into his hands, forcing him to release some of the tension that had been building.
“You’ll like this caff. Cody told me that Senators Chuchi, Amidala and Organa were really kind to sponsor this event for us and that the caff is Alderaani. There are cookies from Pantora and the little sweets are from Naboo. They all also pitched in for the supplies we’ll be using and got all the people who will be leading the different exhibits to come,” Waxer explained with a little smile that helped ease a little more tension away.
Boil didn’t like crowds. He trusted Waxer and the other brothers present would do the right thing in case of an emergency, but it felt wrong to not be in proper lines and the lack of order twisted his stomach with stress. Announcements and events on Kamino were never this chaotic.
He tried to focus on the back of Waxer’s head as his best friend led the way toward some well positioned seats that gave them a good view of the stage as well as easy access to an exit. “What exactly are we doing here again?” he asked and Waxer turned back to grin at him.
“The flier I got from Hound said it was a Hobby Expo. We start off here to get instructions and more detailed information on the exhibit halls and then, once the talking is done, we’ll be able to go walk around different stands where different people will be sharing how to do different activities. I asked Cody about it once I saw Fox was the one who came up with the idea, and he said that Fox likes to do some weird craft where you tie a bunch of knots together and you can make blankets out of it. Plus, a lot of the Guard wanted to learn, and I guess many of the activities can be used to sell things and earn credits? So it could give some brothers who don’t know what they want to do now the war is over some sort of idea for a job,” he said with a shrug and settled down with his own cup of caff. Boil settled beside him to wait for everything to begin.
Eventually, a voice announced that they were going to start and for anyone still standing to find their seats, and Fox actually walked out onto the stage to give everyone the rundown on the event. He went into more detail, but it was mostly like Waxer had said. The activities and vendors were all situated in different rooms based on what planet they were most popular on, and maps would be available at tables all over to help everyone navigate.
There were also food stalls throughout, and the Guard would be available if anyone needed help. The point, it seemed, was that many clones would soon be moving to new planets and homes. Fox had thought that it was wise to give them all a source of information on what sort of things were popular to do in those new homes and what to expect once they got there, rather than just having everyone tossed out blind. Many senators (particularly the ones who helped pass the Clones Rights act in the first place) agreed.
Once the announcements were done, Boil and Waxer tossed their empty caff containers in a bin and got their maps from a helpful Guard shiny who was handing them out by the doors to the hall.
“We should go to the Ryloth rooms! We can learn what sort of things Numa might like and maybe even make something for her!” Waxer suggested while rocking on his heels, looking like he was ready to sprint his way across the building already.
Boil put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, “We have all day, we should probably start with the Galaxy Favorites hall and work our way around. That one is apparently showing things that many worlds have in common, so it would be the most helpful to learn even if we are planning on eventually going to Ryloth,” he offered and felt a little bad that it stole a little of Waxer’s enthusiasm.
Waxer’s nose scrunched up a little as he thought for a moment before nodding,“You’re right. We can save Ryloth for last so we can spend the most time there before we leave,” he suggested, and Boil nodded, fine with that plan.
With their course decided, they started making their way through the crowds of brothers who were likewise discussing the best choices for themselves to enter the hall marked Galaxy Favorites. Inside there were stalls set up in rows, many of which had seats and signs explaining what they were showing off, and most had a little shop stall beside them offering materials that could be bought if someone liked the activity. That way, they had what they needed to do the craft at home.
Waxer immediately dragged him to a booth that had a fuzzy harnessed creature bouncing around its owner’s legs to try to greet everyone who came close enough.
“Hello! This is Sparky, she’s a tribble, please don’t mind her, she’s friendly. Do you want to learn how to needle-felt today?” the Pantoran running the booth asked them. Boil’s lips twitched up knowing that Waxer had just wanted to pet the extremely fuzzy creature more than anything else.
Realizing she was talking to them Waxer looked up from making friends with the living fluff-ball, “Sure… what is needle felting? Is it, like, a medical thing?” he asked. The woman laughed a little while shaking her head but showed them some items she had made with the technique and explained how it worked. Other clones had stopped to join in and listen. Finally, all of them were set up at several rows of tables with little packets that would allow them to try making a simple project.
Boil liked the repetitive motions of stabbing the needles into the wisps of fluff. He didn’t mind that it was something that seemed to take a good amount of time if you wanted things clean looking and smooth.
Waxer quickly got frustrated when his needles kept breaking and he clearly felt bad for using the extras provided when not everyone seemed to be having the same trouble as him.
“I don’t think this activity is right for us, but thank you for letting us try,” Boil told the woman kindly while Waxer cheered up since he got to pet the tribble again.
She waved off their apology “That’s alright, keep the little kit in case you ever want to try again. Thank you for stopping by!” she said, and they started walking to find what they wanted to try next.
The tie-dye booth was very popular, so they tried that one and got some new shirts out of it, but Boil didn’t really see that as something they’d use often. He wasn’t surprised that many of the booths that offered different forms of painting were all flooded with interested clones since that was one of the things they did all get to have some sort of experience in.
They ran into Fox himself at the next booth they went to. Boil ended up enjoying crochet a lot more than he had expected. Enough so that, when Fox pointed out he could make Waxer hats to cover his cold ears and head, Boil did buy some hooks and a few balls of yarn to take with him.
When they finally got to the Ryloth section, they both were already carrying a few bags. They stopped to try some of the food being offered first and to wave down one of the droids that were available to take their purchases to be delivered to the apartments – where most of the clones were currently being housed – so they didn’t have to keep carrying so much around.
Now empty armed and fed, they started to go through the booths about the planet they wanted to return to with a renewed energy. They started at a booth that was about the different colors and types of clay that could be found on Ryloth and how they were best used to make jewelry or pottery.
Waxer sat down at the station there determined to make a mug that was shaped like his bucket while Boil decided to use the opportunity to make something a little more practical. He focused on the steps offered to make a few plates they’d be able to eat off once glazed and baked.
Rika, the Twi’lek in charge of the booth, was happy to help them both and chat about their plans. Boil blushed when she cooed over Waxer’s admission that they wanted to find Numa again.
Brightening she had them stay put for a moment while she vanished behind her booth “Hold on, I have something for you!” she squeaked before returning with a box containing a turquoise dish set that was carefully set in cloth to keep everything safe from breaking.
“On Ryloth it’s common to give friends gifts when they move to a new home to help welcome them. Dishes and other items that will help make their first days in the new home easier are the most common. I hope you find your little sister again and find a good home once you move,” she explained and didn’t give them a choice as the set was placed in Waxer’s arms.
Boil felt as flustered as Waxer looked as they accepted the gift and Rika promised to send their projects to their apartment once they had been fired.
The rest of the booths were also very helpful, teaching them about some of the livestock and what sort of things could be made from different leathers or some of the plants on Ryloth and which were good for dyes for painting and how others were used to make clothing.
Boil was surprised that so many people were happy to help them and excited to share their culture and home so easily. It left him feeling warm and bright, even if he felt like he had just run back to back campaigns at the same time.
By the time they made it to the end, their arms were even more loaded with materials and gifts and more than a few com codes from the people running the booths who wanted updates on if they found Numa and offers of help with their Ryl if they needed it.
Waxer was even dragging his feet at this point, “I might sleep for a month after this. I think more was stuffed into my brain than when we went through flash training,” he whined as they finally got out of the building and hailed a taxi to go back to their apartment.
“It was actually really fun though. You were right about coming here,” Boil offered.
Waxer beamed, “Of course I was. I’m always right,” He laughed and bumped their arms together the same way they’d normally tap vambraces.
Getting into the cab, Boil felt for the first time fully hopeful for their chances in their new lives. If even half the people of Ryloth were as kind as the people they had met here, things wouldn’t be nearly as difficult as he had imagined, and they would have help if they needed it. They would finally have a home.
#star wars#waxerboilmonth#the clone wars#tcw#sw tcw#clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#waxer/boil#fanfic#my writing#clone troopers#fluff
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Forehead kisses for week 4 of @waxerboilmonth !
#Waxer#boil#star wars#the clone wars#tcw#waxerboilmonth#waxer/boil#mel’s art#sketches#sw the clone wars#star wars fanart#tcw art#cloneship
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Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil & Numa & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)
Characters: Clone Trooper Boil, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Numa (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: WaxerBoil Month, Week Four, Four Times, plus one, returning to ryloth, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Found Family, boil and numa play the space bagpipes and it drives waxer bonkers, Waxer lives, mentions howzer - Freeform, mentions Wooley
Series: Part 9 of Waxer*Boil Month
Summary:
Four Times Waxer and Boil looked at Ryloth from above (and one time they showed it to Numa)
Written for the @waxerboilmonth 2024 Week Four prompt “return to Ryloth”. And the space bagpipes are totally a thing.
#for real#they're in wook and everything#waxerboilmonth#waxer/boil#waxer and boil and numa#found family#coming home#i was done writing fic
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Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)
Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Secrets, Bets & Wagers, Established Relationship, Humor, Drabble, Waxerboilmonth, Week 3
Series: Part 9 of The grumpy one loves the sunshine one
Summary:
Boil had a secret. A terrible, awful secret that would ruin his relationship and make him the butt of every joke.
Written for week 3 of @waxerboilmonth. Can you believe it's already week 3??
#Tcw#clone wars#clone wars fanfic#Clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#waxer/boil#clone shipping#Petrifiedforests writes
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Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)
Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Jocasta Nu, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-1119 | Appo, Vokara Che
Additional Tags: Waxer focused, Waxer POV, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Intrusive Thoughts, Long-Distance Relationship, Waxer Lives (Star Wars), Post-Umbara Arc (Star Wars), Order 66 Happened Differently (Star Wars), Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Fix-It of Sorts, Flashbacks, Jedi Temple (Star Wars), Background Relationships, Happy Ending, Waxerboilmonth, waxerboilmonth2024, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Series: Part 2 of Loyalty As A Love Language
Summary:
Boil cackled, and Waxer furiously shushed him before he woke anyone nearby.
“I’m sorry cyare, I’m sorry, but really? You got lost in the temple? How far could you even have gotten at that point?” Boil wheezed, gleeful tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“Sure, laugh it up. You try navigating a several millennia old temple rebuilt so many times they don’t even have complete maps anymore.” Waxer glared indignantly, but Boil’s continued humor soon had him chuckling along with him.
“Besides,” he said finally. “The Force may have gotten me lost on purpose.”
“Oh really?” Boil said, finally calming from his laughter, but still grinning. “That’s what you’re going with?”
“Sure,” Waxer said with a grin. “That’s how I met Jo.”
After they're reunited on Ryloth, Waxer tells Boil things he never mentioned while he was recovering after Umbara. He tells him what happened during Order 66 and what came after. It's been a long journey home, but it was worth every painful step.
#waxerboilmonth#waxerboilmonth2024#clone trooper waxer#lieutenant waxer#cloner trooper boil#waxer/boil#cloneship#waxer#boil#tcw#the clone wars#clone wars#fandom event
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Together
Oneshot drabble
For Waxer*Boil month, week 4 prompt: Desperate kisses while in danger @waxerboilmonth
Relationships: Waxer/Boil
Warnings: Cloneshipping, peril.
The clankers have overrun their position. Waxer grits his teeth and fires furiously into the oncoming wave of droids. Their perimeter is broken, and Waxer’s desperately afraid for his vod. Wooley’s snarling beside him, blaster repeating angrily, and Boil’s on his other side, face grim and taut as he ducks behind the outcrop they’ve claimed for themselves, reloading quickly before standing back up again.
General Kenobi’s doing the best he can, weaving back and forth, knocking back bolts and cutting down the encroaching tide. But Waxer can see the loom of tanks in the distance above them, and the intel on numbers wasn’t just bad, it was bordering on full-on treason.
They’ve lost all their walkers, and Waxer’s power pack is flashing warnings at him. He’s got one more, but Cody’s calling for a fallback and he’s not sure he’s going to have the cover to replace it as he runs backwards, Boil laying down suppressing fire.
They’ve come pretty close before, but this feels... Bad.
Wooley’s found another outcrop, and dives behind it as Waxer turns, firing as much as he can to cover Boil’s retreat to them. He can see Cody shouting into his comm, then a hand signal for hold.
This is it then. No more falling back. They’re standing here. One way or another.
Boil slams behind the outcrop and Wooley takes over firing, letting Waxer duck behind it. He takes the opportunity to change over the power pack, knowing there’s not going to be another one. As he slides it home, he glances over, and Boil’s there, helmet off, hands reaching for the seals on his own.
He drops the blaster between his feet, and turns for Boil as his helmet comes off.
Their lips press together, Boil’s chapped and trembling, desperate as he grabs Waxer's neck, pulling them somehow closer. Waxer fumbles at the edges of Boil’s chest plate, digging his fingers into the cloth and flesh he finds behind.
They kiss, and it’s dry and awkward and so fucking desperate and it’s the best kiss of Waxer’s life.
Boil pulls away to press their foreheads roughly together, and Waxer keens, voice high and broken. Wooley’s covering them, and there’s screaming from all around them, and Waxer will always, always be okay if Boil’s there with him.
“Tome, Riduur,” Boil mutters, and presses his lips one last time to Waxers.
“Tome,” Waxer whispers back, and grabs Boil’s helmet, closing him back safely inside as Boil does the same for him.
They tilt their foreheads together as one, then stand, weapons out and roaring in denial as they fire and keep firing.
And then there’s blasterfire from above, and soldiers in blue armour running through behind them. General Skywalker’s snarling as he flies past them, darting infront of an exhausted and grateful Kenobi.
Boil’s hand finds his, and Waxer clutches onto it as they sink behind the outcropping again, slumping against each other, cries of joy and relief around them as the 501st sweeps in to save the tattered Ghost company.
They will be together for another day.
#waxerboilmonth contribution#waxerboilmonth#waxer/boil#clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#cloneshipping#star wars the clone wars
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Waxer enjoying some time lounging in the sand. Boil is… 'hunting' for his partner.
*jaws music*
For Week 4 of @waxerboilmonth 2024, based on this image
Also on AO3
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Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)
Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Humor, Bad Humor, Puns & Word Play, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Waxing, Flirting, Getting Together, Mustaches
Summary:
Boil stalked over from the door and pointed a finger in Waxer’s face. “Not a word of this leaves this room, understood?” he said forcefully.
Waxer just raised his eyebrows. “A word of what?” he asked, bewildered.
Boil sighed, the sound staticky through his helmet speakers. “Just… don’t laugh.” He reached up and pulled off his helmet, the seals hissing. As he lowered it and tucked it to his side he fixed Waxer with a hard look.
Boil asks for Waxer's help with a problem that he thinks Waxer knows how to solve. Waxer doesn't have a clue but he's going to try anyway.
🕯️♨️🚻
My Week 2 fic for @waxerboilmonth! This is for the prompt “non-sexual intimacy” and I’ve decided this activity counts. Because the puns were too good. Sorry not sorry.
#my writing#ao3 link#waxer/boil#clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#cloneshipping#star wars fanfiction#tcw fanfic
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars)
Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Jedi Medic (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Waxer/Boil Month, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Friendship/Love, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Established Relationship, Part of Series - Part One
Series: Part 13 of Waxer/Boil, Part 9 of Waxer/Boil Month 2024
Summary:
WEEK THREE
Waxer*Boil Month 2024
Prompts:
• Force-sensitive clones/Jedi Waxer and/or Boil
• touch-starved
• held hostage/captive
•“I missed being with you like this”
Notes:
It was quite sudden this change happening. Yet according to their creators, the Kaminoans, not as unexpected. Becoming more than a single clone among many. Becoming sensitive to the Force.
Written as a continued four parter story of week three’s prompts in order listed.
Kind of a continuation for the Waxer/Boil saga.
Part of Waxer/Boil Month 2024 // Waxer/Boil series
#fanfic#star wars#the clone wars#waxerboilmonth#waxerboilmonth2024#waxer/boil#force sensitive clones#force shenanigans#part one of series#waxer#boil#cloneshipping
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The Force Provides
“Let me get this straight. The Althusians require that a couple participate in their marriage festival before they’ll sign the Republic alliance.”
“Yes.”
“A couple from within the delegation, joining together, and not with any of them.”
“Yes.”
“And it doesn’t have be you.”
“Commander! I could hardly order any of the men to… I hate to ask this of you at all, but I do require a second party. It need only be a paperwork marriage once we leave the planet…”
“General. Thankyou for the consideration, but I have an easier solution.”
– Waxer, Boil. There’s a mission for you –
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Also on AO3
For @waxerboilmonth - week 4: 'not married but willing to be'
#waxerboilmonth#commander cody#obi-wan kenobi#codywan may or may not be a thing here#fake marriage#averted trope#waxer/boil#drabble#bingo fill
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Rating: Mature
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer
Characters: Clone Trooper Boil, Clone Trooper Waxer, Clone Trooper Wooley
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Non-Explicit Sex, Clothed Sex, Love Confessions, Wooley Is A Little Shit, Trapped In A Closet
Language: English
Words: 2,775
Chapters: 1/1
#ngl im posting this bc it has 111 hits and 17 kudos#which kind of. you know. sucks jddhfs#waxer/boil#waxerboil#cloneshipping#cloneshipping fic#clone shipping#clone ship#fic rec#waxerboil fic#my works
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Beautiful art work by @cacodaemonia for my submission for @waxerboilmonth
Week 2 “Care and Keeping of your Jedi 101″ prompt. Set within my “And I’ll Follow the Light in You” AU timeline.
He’s sprinting for the kid, ‘Case and Tup yelling over the comms to stop, Boil’s heart stopping cold when he hears the snick of a pressure plate under Wax’s boot.
#waxerboilmonth2023#waxerboilmonth#star wars#the clone wars#clone trooper waxer#clone trooper boil#waxer/boil#fic prompts#mel's fic#fic art#tcw art#tcw fic#star wars fic#cloneship
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