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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 months

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Summary: You had been signed up with Joel and two other people to patrol to the radio tower in Cody. After getting there you offer to take first watch, leaving Joel coming up with a... creative idea to test how good of a sharpshooter you really are.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, teasing, flirting, kissing, smut (Oral f receiving; unprotected sex; cream pie), 2 ass slaps, some biting, guns, shooting

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The ride to the radio tower in Cody was not something you looked forward to when you read your name on the patrol rotation board.

You did not particularly enjoy sitting on horseback for a longer amount of time ever since you injured your tailbone just before you got to Jackson almost four years ago. The injury had fully healed of course, but certain movements still made you sore.

But you were never one to complain and saw the bright parts of such a journey.

Spending one on one time with Joel Miller for example.

Not that you didn’t spend time with him anyway ever since he moved into your home almost two years ago. But there was something exciting knowing you and him would be almost alone for miles and miles. Well except for the two other people who were also on patrol which would be Eugene and one of the newer residents of Jackson a young woman named Katy.

„I could talk to Maria, tell her you’re sick,“ Joel offered, his chin resting on your shoulder as he stood behind you his chest against your back, his arms caging you against the counter where you prepared a big to go cup (thanks to a Starbucks raid earlier this year) with Coffee for him and a fresh mint tea for you.

„That’s awfully nice of you, but I finally convinced myself to pretend it’s like a little 3 day vacation.“

„Oh yeah?“ He asked and you nodded, smiling as you felt his nose against your neck, breathing you in.

„Jup. You know, five star accommodation in a… abandoned farmhouse, food and drinks all inclusive, spa treatments….“ You listed.

„Oh yeah I can see it. Rustic survival experience package included,“ he hummed and you chuckled.

„See? The amount of money you’d have to pay for that like twenty years ago,“ you put the lid on both of the travel cups and turned around, tilting your head up to look up at him. His hair was still wet, combed back. He had shaved a little, leaving his beard a little shorter than usual. There were tiny wrinkles around his eyes as he looked at you, a small smile on his lips, his brown eyes soft and… happy.

It was a completely different version from the Joel you met three years ago when he and Ellie first got here.

It took a lot of time and patience to get to know this version of Joel, the version he only showed to the people he loved.

You got on your tiptoes, kissing him softly on his plush lips.

„Come on, we gonna be late,“ you whispered and he pecked your lips again, sighing as he parted from you and picked up both of your already packed backpacks, leaving you to carry the cups and sandwiches you had prepared for the journey.

With your rifle over your shoulder, your backpack and a bag with some food strapped to your horse, Ellie let you borrow Shimmer, you were riding next to Joel behind Eugene and Katy who were currently playing a game of car (yeah, hilarious, they already saw one in the last three hours).

You had another hour to go and you were already looking forward to taking a nap first thing you got there. You had volunteered to take the first watch during the night, giving you perks of not having to set up camp and clearing the area of infected.

„You okay?" Joel asked and you turned your head to look at him, giving him a small smile.

„I’m fine,“ you said as he looked at you and he sighed, not believing a word.

„Want me to give you a massage later?“ He asked, riding a little closer so only you could hear him.

„I don’t know, if I can afford a spa treatment. Money is a little low,“ you teased him and he sucked his bottom lip in, shaking his head, fighting a smile.

„We’ll find a way for you to pay, don’t you worry,“ he hummed and you couldn’t help but smile at him for a moment longer before your eyes drifted away from him to watch your surroundings.

It was almost dark when you got to the radio tower in Cody. The four of you made quick work of checking the building, before you spend some time talking and eating together. You took a thirty minute nap, Joel waking you up so you could start first watch.

You were looking forward to stretching your muscles while on the watch of threats, stretching your body after riding all day. Not that something had ever happened here before when you were out on this trip.

It was getting colder, winter fast approaching.

Joel had given you his winter jacket to keep warm before he laid down into this sleeping bag, reminding you to wake him up in four hours so he could take over second watch.

You still couldn’t get used to how dark the night made the world around you ever since the outbreak. There was no twinkling light of a city in the far distance, no noise of a far away high way.

You were on the roof of the tower, the whole landscape surrounding you.

It was dark and quiet. The only light source the half moon, the only noise an owl somewhere in the woods beside the house.

You saw some deer while watching out through the scope of your rifle but you decided against taking one down.

You did not have the right tools to put it apart and take back to Jackson so you watched them while they were running around.

A noise behind you let you jump, your rifle still in your hand. Turning around you watched Joel as he walked up to you, completely dressed apart form his coat you were wearing, watching you with a little amused smile.

„Could have shot you,“ you sighed, taking a deep breath to calm down your rapidly beating heart.

„What a way to go,“ he joked and you rolled your eyes. You turned away from him, your eyes back on the landscape in front of you.

„What are you doing up?“ You asked.

„Couldn’t sleep,“ he hummed and you felt him getting closer until his arms came to rest on the railing in front of you, his body caging you in. You felt his warmth even through the layers you were already wearing, wondering if he was getting cold, only wearing his undershirt and Flannel.

„You should try anyway. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow,“ you said and he hummed.

You stood there in silence for a while before you felt his lips on your jaw. One of his hands left the railing, pulling a little on the coat you were wearing until he could access more of your neck, his lips wandering down.

„What are you doing?“ You asked quietly, your head tilting to give him more access.

„Nothin’…“ he hummed, sucking on your skin. His hand slowly unzipped your coat, grunting when he found another coat beneath it.

„How many goddamn layers are you wearing?“ He asked irritated and you grinned to yourself.

„Enough to stay warm all night,“ you said and he made a disapproving noise, pulling the zipper of your second coat down. His beard scratched over your skin when he finally found a sliver of your skin with his fingers, his lips humming against your neck.

„Joel…“ you warned, the rifle still in your hands, propped over the railing, ready to be used immediately in the case of an emergency.

„Just keep watch baby. Don’t mind me,“ he said, his fingers now running down your stomach, his fingertips slipping under the waistband of your jeans all while his lips kept kissing your neck.

You took a deep breath before you relaxed your shoulders. You felt him smile against your skin, before his other hand let go of the railing and he opened the button of your jeans.

„I want you to focus on keeping watch, baby. Can you do that for me?“ He asked, his lips against your ear while his fingers pulled at the waistband of your jeans. Your breath hitched, you head nodding.

„I need words,“ he said and you whimpered.

„I do. I can, Joel,“ you mumbled.

„Good girl,“ he whispered and your knees buckled at his low praise.

The rifle was by now slumped in front of you, only held up by the string over your shoulder. Joel slipped your jeans and panties down to your knees before his warmth left your back.

„I want you to keep your hands on the railing. You gonna want to hold on to something,“ he said and your hand shot out, gripping the railing, fighting a whimper.

You had no idea what got into him, but you weren’t about to question him.

His fingers brushed up the back of your thighs, making you sigh.

“Gotta be quiet. Sound travels from up here. Don’t want Eugene knowing what we’re up to here, huh?“ he said before you felt his tongue lick through your folds from behind, front to back.

„Fuck,“ you gasped, letting your hand fall in between your shoulders, your eyes slipping closed.

„Nuh uh. Keep that eyes on you surroundings. Want you to keep watch while I eat this pussy,“ he said and you bit into your bottom lip before you tilted your head up, your eyes focused on the dark landscape in front of you.

Joel licked you slowly, humming against you, both of his hands pulling your asscheeks apart, exposing you fully to him. You moaned quietly as he ate you out, his tongue slipping inside of you, fucking you with it slowly.

„Shit,“ you whined, wiggling in his grasp. He slapped your ass.

„Stay still. Tell me what you see,“ he hummed, you felt his breath on your ass.

„Wha..at?“ You asked.

„Tell me,“ he licked, „what you see. Got a job to do. Don’t let me stop you from it,“ you could hear the grin in his voice, before he slapped your ass again. Harder this time.

„Fuck. Fuck okay,“ you said. You blinked your eyes a couple of times, your gaze wandering around as you felt Joel’s tongue flick over your clit.

„There’s… There’s a family of deer not far from here,“ you started. He hummed, his lips closing around your clit, sucking slowly.

„It’s two big deer and five smaller ones. They… Fuck the younger ones are jumping around,“ you whimpered, your knuckles starting to hurt form how hard you were gripping the railing.

„What else?“ Joel asked and you groaned. You took a deep breath, trying to find something else.

„Ho-ORSES, fuck right there,“ you moaned and you felt him chuckle as he focused his tongue on your clit while two of his fingers entered you without any resistance, angling them inside of you, his fingertips brushing over the spot only he seemed to be able to find immediately.

„Joel please,“ you mumbled out of breath.

He played your body like he played his guitar, with strong hands an nimble fingers, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm, your insides clenching. You could feel it deep in your bones, your muscles tensing. And just before you could fall over the edge Joel stopped. His fingers pulling out.

You whined in disappointment and Joel bit into your left ass cheek.

It’s then that you both heard it. The unmistakable noise of infected.

You tensed, your hands gripping the riffle, pulling yourself in position.

Joel held on to your hip as he got back up, the weight of him behind you keeping you focused.

„How far away?“

„Far,“ you whispered, your finger now hovering over the trigger. With one eye closed you kept an eye on them through the scope. It were six or seven, you could not say for sure due to the darkness.

„Think you can take them out from here?“ Joel asked and you heard him unbuckle his belt, fighting the urge to turn around to watch what he was doing.

„What are you doing?“ You asked, your eyes still fixed on the slowly approaching danger.

„Nothin’. Shoot them baby. I know you can. Best fucking shot we have in Jackson,“ he hummed. You were now leaning over the railing, the gun sitting over it, pointed towards your target. You steadied yourself, fading out everything around you, your eyes finding your first target.

It looked like it had been a young man before it got infected. You breathed in, pulling the trigger as you breathed out, a shot ringing out and that was when Joel chose to thrust into you hard, making you stumbled minimally forward, gasping out. Joel’s arm came around you, reloading the gun for you, his cock deep inside of you.

„Next,“ he hummed against your ear. You clenched around his cock, making him choke out as you took back control of the gun.

„A little warning would have been great,“ you turned your head to look at him. He just kissed you once.

„Where would be the fun in that? Go on, lemme check how good of a shot you are while you’re fucked,“ he said and you couldn’t stop a low moan from your throat as he rolled his hips.

„Someone woke up horny,“ you mumbled to yourself and you heard him chuckle. You leaned back forward, your eye searching for your next target through the scope. When you found it, you didn’t think, you just pulled the trigger, watching it fall down, while Joel bottomed out and thrust back into you hard.

„So fucking wet,“ Joel groaned, slowly fucking into you.

You reloaded the gun, lining up the next shot, trying to steady yourself as you took the shot, Joel thrusting into you hard again.

„Fuck,“ you whimpered.

„Gonna make you cum so hard once you took them all out,“ Joel promised and you gasped as you reloaded the gun again.

Every time you pulled the trigger he thrusted into you so hard you had to push back against him to not stumble forward.

It was after eight shots more (you only missed one) that you secured the weapon and put it down.

„My good girl,“ Joel praised you, his arm pulling you up against him. You wiggled yourself out of his coat, wanting to feel him closer. One of his arm wrapped around you, his hand gripping one of your tits over your shirt.

„Please make me cum. I’m so fucking close,“ you whimpered, bringing your hands up to hold on to his arm wrapped around your chest. He fucked up into you deeply, his other hand coming down in between your legs, finding your clit. He circled his fingers over it while he continued to fuck you.

„I’m… Fuck I’m gonna cum,“ you moaned, meeting his thrusts as best as you could.

„Shit, keep squeezing my cock like that,“ he grunted against you ear.

It was within the next few second that you exploded around him, your lips parted in a silent scream, shaking around him.

„Fuck baby. Can I cum inside you?“ He asked and you nodded.

„Last period ended three days ago. Should be fine,“ you whimpered.

„Fuck, you sure?“

„Joel please come inside of me,“ you whined and he groaned, thrusting a handful more times before you felt him twitch inside of you, fucking his cum inside of you.

His head came to rest on the back of yours, you both out of breath.

„What was that all about? Not that I’m complaining,“ you asked and he huffed a laugh.

„Woke up horny for you,“ he said and you both chuckled. He slowly pulled out of you and you hissed a little.

He pulled up your jeans for you after he tucked himself back in and you turned around in his arms. He had pulled his coat on and you put your arms under it, hugging him close.

„You took them all out?“ He asked, looking down at you.

„Sure did.“

„That’s my girl,“ he smiled and kissed you.

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staarlight-snow · 8 months

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Reflections in the Murky Waters

[Short sequel to Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered]

TW: panic attacks (??), nightmares, ig horror, mentioned death

"Well, hoping is the only thing we can do right now.. Why not make the most of it? Right Noah?"

Cody jumped up from where he lay in cold sweat, tightly gripping at his shirt. His breathing was heavy and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He softly groaned – covering his ears with both his hands, his surroundings were quiet but his mind was loud. He winced at every memory, every thought and every imagery that stayed in his mind

"Another nightmare again?" A soft voice spoke, shuffling in her side of the cabin. "S-sorry.. Did I wake you?" Cody asked, moving his hands away from where they were. "No.." Gwen whispered, moving closer to the other. "I'm having trouble sleeping.. It's like every time I close my eyes I can hear him call my name." She vented, staring at the rotting wooden floor beneath them.

"Yeah.. I get the feeling. I have this.. recurring dream." He confessed, picking at the seams of his jeans. "Yeah? Want to talk about it?" Gwen offered, tilting her head as she looked at the boy. Cody took a deep breath and closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. "It starts out with me, I walk out of the cabin holding some stuff. And I look out in the forest and he's there.. He's alive." He dragged out that last part with pain in his voice.

"I make my way towards him but.." He stopped for a moment. He hated this part. "E-every damn time I could even get close to him.. He gets pulled into the forest.. A-and it's quick! I ran after him, as fast as I could. Every night I go to bed, I try to save him.. even if it's only in my dream.." He breathed out, his voice getting weaker by the second. He's never confided these dreams with anyone before. He never thought talking about them could be just as painful as having them.

"But no matter how I try and what I do.. I couldn't save him." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was broken. It was a pain to hear it. "Heh.. There was this one time, I managed to get to him in time. I had his hand in mine. And I was pulling him out of the water but something was also pulling him down. He told me 'Let go because it'll hurt more if you keep dwelling on it' I-I don't know if that was my brain telling me to get over it or.. if it was actually Noah.." Cody finished, he opened his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

Gwen moved her hand to the others back to console him. "It takes time to heal and right now, everyone in this cabin needs it but I think our main focus right now is to survive.. There's no point in healing if you know you'll get hurt again the next day." She sighed in defeat. It was like every slither of hope they had was slowly drifting away and all they had left was their lives. "Surviving? What's the point! There's nothing to live for anymore." Cody cried. "Don't say that!" Gwen scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We promised we'd get out together.. And that's what I had going for me.. It's not like someone's waiting for me at home anyway." He muttered in between sobs, moving his legs closer to his chest. Gwen looked at the other and sighed. "Can you atleast promise me we'll both get out of here? You and me.." She asked. Cody slumped over and rested his chin on top of his knees.

"It's what they would've wanted.." He answered. "You're right.. They're our friends, they only want what's best for us." Gwen smiled, to which Cody returned. They hadn't smiled in a while – they never found a reason to anyway.

Maybe this time the world will be fair.

i woke up and immediately thought, "man cody's brain chemistry must've been fucked lmao.. lemme write abt that" HUAHAUAHUA I CRAVE ANGST RAGHH 👺👺 *feral gremlin noises*

anyway this isnt me shipping gwen and cody, unless u wanna view it that way ig 🤨 i just think they'll hv a kind of bond and comfort in one another ngl 😔

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #island of the slaughtered #td noah #total drama au #td cody #td gwen #td noco #noco #tdi fanfic #total drama fanfiction #fanfic #angst #haha trauma go brrtt #tw horror #tw death

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madameminor · 8 months

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In More Ways Than One, Part 9.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Rumors

Summary: You 'set the record straight' with Commander Cody

Tags: (the series is) 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff

Warnings: One use of whore in derogatory sense.

Notes: There's a little Easter Egg for @cyarbika's No Strings Attached and @enigmaticexplorer's Moth to Flame - not canon for their stories by any means, just fun. @dumfanting, as always, the editor of my dreams - thanks lovely.

Word Count:~300

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10

"Commander Cody."

"Ah, your majesty! What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this exquisite pleasure?"

"Sir, you've been hanging around your General too much."

"Hah. You aren't the first to say that. Anyway. What can I do for you?"

"The Sergeant told me about your concern the other day."

"Did he now?"

"He did. He had to check in with me, as this whole rumor run experiment was my idea."

"Go on."

"I’ve been having trouble being… approached by troopers on and off duty. I heard the ‘whore of 99’ rumor, probably started out of spite, and decided to use it to my advantage. The boys have been generous enough to help me out - and it's had pretty remarkable results."

"Hmph. Interesting approach."

"So. If you hear anyone getting too worried about this, I would appreciate you sharing that I’ve spoken with you, and there’s no real cause for concern. Rumors are just rumors, of course. Just, well, if you could keep it on a need-to-know basis? We wouldn’t want our ruse to be ruined."

"Of course not. Understood. I’ll make sure to pass that onto anyone I deem necessary."

"Thank you, Commander."

"Are you still aboard the Captivator?"

"Yes sir. Our inoculations have pushed off our mission a bit further than intended, but I’m sure we’ll find a way to fill the time."

"I’m sure you will. Take care of them, trooper."

"Always, Commander."

The com beeps as the transmission ends. Commander Cody turns to the companion waiting out of sight, stretching his arms before placing his hands on the back of his head.

"There you go, vod, nothing to worry about - she's a grown woman who knows what she’s doing."

Rex steps forward, letting out the breath he was holding in.

"That’s… a relief," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "When I first heard that this existed… I almost lost it. I appreciate you checking on it for me.”

Cody levels a smirk at his brother. “Still not sure why you couldn’t check yourself.”

Rex seems to answer without thinking, staring off while continuing to rub the back of his neck. “I didn’t want her to think that I believed it for a second. Couldn’t stand if she thought I was judging her…” he seems to realize what he’s said and glances over at Cody, standing up a bit straighter.

“I’ll… I’ll tell the boys - the ones who know her anyway. Tell them to hold fast to it." He lets his hands fall to his side and turns to the door. His voice hardens. "Though - I won't stop them punching anyone who... calls her anything." He turns back towards the Commander as the door swooshes open. "Thanks, Cody."

Cody nods as he departs, smirking to himself. Old boy had it bad for this mesh'la- probably didn't realize HOW bad, but everyone else did. He would feel bad for him, if he didn't know for certain Rex'd chosen it himself.

He turned his chair back to look at the quiet com sitting in front of him. Just a rumor, huh? He grinned, playing over the conversation again a few times to his satisfaction.

Cody knew about rumors. He had heard quite a few - Wolffe and that bartender from 79s, General Skywalker and that Senator from Naboo, Bly and his General, Cody and his general... there were plenty out there to choose from, each one a bit more ridiculous than the last.

Cody chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his seat, gazing up at the bulkhead.

The best part about any collective batch of rumors?

Well, in the end, some of them always turned out to be true.

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "The Last Battle"

Well TCW fans were happy lol.

It's weird to write these as someone who has very little emotional investment in TCW.

Okay, full disclaimer, I have seen quite a chunk of the show, the husband showed me several of the best arcs, I've seen scattered bits and pieces here and there so I know who a lot of the key players are, a lot of the important events and everything but... I dunno the whole Clone Wars era has just never been a big area of interest for me.

Happy for y'all tho?

Anyway.

[Insert commentary about how this show has really gorgeous environments and y'all sleeping on this work and effort.]

Kanan lampshading the tendency for missions to go sideways ha ha.

Ooof this verbal stumble by Rex is painful, he doesn't know how to act in a scenario where a Jedi is not his commanding officer, ouch.

Oh wow, just like Ezra, Rex shields himself inside his helmet.

Ezra messing with the B1 head awww.

Side note: I LOVE how stocky the model for clones is in Rebels. TCW clones always felt too tall and thin to me, Rebels clones look way more like Temura Morrisan's actual physique.

Ezra accidentally being insensitive about the Clone Wars moment number 1.

Kanan's comment about "scars you can't see". Something the animated shows have always excelled at is showing the genuine aftereffects of PTSD.

Ezra's been playing the Watson role for the past few episodes and it is adorable.

Rex's initial panic when he thinks he's back in the war. :(((

I understand that TCW fandom cried a lot about Rex calling Cody's name unconsciously here.

*sobs* Ezra still looks so TINY compared to everyone else.

Kalani assumed the shutdown order was a Republic trick lol.

Lasats not being part of the Clone Wars is an interesting detail. Obviously, Doylistically speaking, they couldn't have been since they weren't created yet, but also I like the idea that Lasats were adamantly against participating in the conflict and the Separatists took one look at them and decided invading them anyway wasn't worth it.

Ezra maybe naively jumps into things feet first, to Rex and Kanan's consternation. They both already know that War Is Hell. But they also have the best chance of getting out of the situation if they relive their collective war experiences and face their past by fighting one last Clone Wars battle.

Oh hey! It's the shuttle they'd repurpose later as the Phantom II!

Hera and Sabine's small B-plot is very brief, but hilarious.

I think Pryce must have pulled a LOT of political favors in order to be granted occasional command of her own Star Destroyer. She's apparently allowed to lay a trap for the Spectres specifically and has the authority to deploy local Imperial outposts, too.

Not bad for a planetary governor. But then, Pryce was always ambitious beyond her station.

She attached herself to Thrawn primarily for the advancement opportunities, I think.

The sex was probably good too I mean what?

The boys be looking good.

Lol Kanan can hear the cacophony of clanking droid footprints.

Poor Ezra is so lost with all these references.

This is just a fun adventure for him, he doesn't have the frame of reference to know just how harrowing and dangerous this could be for the average Clone Wars Jedi commander and clone unit. So he doesn't know to keep tighter formation and wants to keep charging ahead instead of waiting to assess.

Rex casually calling his training and conditioning and genetic modulation his "programming", directly comparing himself to the droids. Ow. Ow ow ow ow. Hurting in "Central thesis of TCW, that the clones are not just identical mindless meat droids but individual and free-thinking men" feelings.

Kalani and Zeb's exchange here is hilarious.

Chopper jumpscaring Ezra lol.

Just wholecloth grabs his wrist like an excited kid trying to show their parent something.

He's come so far, I'm so proud. All he needs is the slightest gesture.

OH HEY IT'S MY FAVORITE SCENE.

Rex is... I think a little rattled by getting hit. Sure, the armor protected him, but you know it can't have been fun and he probably thought for a moment he had gone down for real. So yeah, Ezra's innocently flippant attitude about things upsets him.

"A good soldier follows orders!" Ouch. Ow ow ow ow that phrase, Rex, please.

You know it's something that's gotta echo inside his head constantly, his programming won't let him forget it.

Eternally a fan of the kicked-puppy flinch Ezra gives here.

Kanan immediately reassuring Ezra that it's not him. <3

The beginnings of a realization.

I slowed this sequence way down to check where Ezra got hit (for... reasons) and from what I can tell, it looks like Ezra didn't quite manage to block a shot and some of it fritzed past his blade and hit his right collar, right where his armor is.

Rex gets dinged in the helmet moments later, but as he said, "Gen 1 armor always holds up." Once again, Rebels showing off the importance of good armor. :)

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The group get up to the command center and Ezra starts to live up to his name as "bridger" between disparate groups, first pointing out that by all rights the droids should have won their skirmish, they were just too old to actually function correctly. Kalani agrees and claims victory, but Ezra also pushes against that, pointing out that none of them actually won the Clone Wars. It just... ended.

The more techie side of Star Wars YouTube have analyzed both sides and concluded that, absent the obvious direction and self-sabotage by Palpatine, the Separatists would have eventually won the Clone Wars. But of course the sabotage and playing both sides was the point. No one was supposed to win the Clone Wars because it wasn't a real war, it wasn't naturally occurring or organic, it was a massive artificial power play by Palpatine, who instigated, incited, prolonged, and manipulated things so that whichever side "won", he would come out on top as the victor standing on the corpses of the Jedi.

Palpatine set both sides up to fail.

This is something Star Wars fandom repeatedly fails to understand, there was no winning in this whole situation. The trap was too carefully set, nothing the Jedi or the Senate or the Separatists did could have prevented the war from happening and nothing they did could have stopped its ultimate endgoal, which was the destruction of the Jedi Order and the consolidation of power under Palpatine as sole ruler of the galaxy. That's the whole tragedy, that they tried so hard, got so close, but ultimately could not prevent that awful fate from happening.

Barring Anakin sitting his ass down for just five more minutes or slashing through the correct party in Palpatine's office, there was no narrative escape. The choices were damned if you do, damned if you don't, and either way you're ending up dead.

Anyway, Ezra's armor-piercing questions absolutely stun Rex and Kalani into silence for a moment before Zeb points out the Empire won. Because they decided to conveniently show up just in time for a good Enemy Mine situation lol.

Kalani resists the logic at first since he's not at war with the Empire but the Stormtroopers casually destroying his scout unit probably helped change his mind lol.

Ezra Persuasion Checks both Kalani and Rex into accepting the team-up, like the budding little diplomat he is. :)

"Well this takes trust to a whole new level." Lol.

Nice to see the B1s retaining their status as hilariously abused butt monkeys.

Rex praising Ezra for "ending the Clone Wars" ahhhhh.

Sabine's eyes lighting up when she sees the shuttle they're bringing awww.

And TCW-inspired credits as a nice little homage.

Predictably this is one of the husband's favorite episodes. It's a fun little romp, pays some love to TCW and develops Ezra's character a bit. It doesn't really affect the larger story outside of that so I guess it could be called filler, but it's a fun filler.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #rebels rewatch #liveblog

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hoverboards-and-dragons · 2 months

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What song do you think would be the Forbidden Fruits “anthem” so to speak?

Interesting question! I don't think I really have one that plays into all the aspects I like

I can talk about some inspirations if that helps

Edit: holy shit this got long hey Anon uh, hope- hope this is somehow what you were looking for lol

You're in the Band is where a lot of Eve's character came from, mostly the mix of her motherly and rebel traits,

as well as Stick It to the Man and its reprise, with the idea of three Biblical villains coming together after being stuck with the ridiculous and impossible task of fighting God and empowering each other to be more than just a speed bump, to inspire hope of reclaiming justice for themselves when they only existed in stories to be crushed by those unimaginable odds

Only with the power of friendship and teamwork can God be killed is what i think the point of forbidden fruits is actually (not really its more about resistance than overcoming, whittling out your own little corner for those who can't fit the mould and how what seemed like a hopeless stand can suddenly become possible when you arent doing it alone, and how just maybe thats enough, you don't to be able to overcome them completely, surviving when the world wants you dead is revolutionary and disrupting by itself)

Oh, Symphony by Clean Bandit and I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry, its all of them about each other, their world was perfect and simple and boring until they found each other and now its messy and broken and beautiful; very especially about Lilith and Eve discovering wlw after being made for Adam, parallels and comparisons with the interspecies part of Lucifer's inhumanity falling for and being loved by the first humans (choices being artificially limited for an agenda, lines being crossed and the discovering of countless hidden possibilities, exploration of the self through forbidden paths etc)

This is a weird one but Won't Be Slain Here by Musiclide, hear me out, this is the eternal debate between Heaven and Hell; This is an extremely complicated and nuanced situation, There are only two sides and to pick one is to declare war on the other

Its in the manipulation, the desperation

They are painted as monsters, they have done monstrous things, they were put in awful situations, Heaven is calm and collected and helpful, it can afford to be, it will abandon you when it can't and hell will be all you have anyway

A different ruler of hell takes each chorus before joining the backing vocals of the next, they all have the same story anyway, the same point to make in different fonts, each one is more aggressive than the last, Heaven refusal to change keeps bring it more and more enemies, and their threat is mounting into something substantial and dangerous as they find each other

Heaven has countless justifications, Hell only has one that gets repeated and layered ad nauseam but is not refuted

#yes i am queer trans and neurodivergent how could you tell?#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel eve #hellaverse #forbidden fruits #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel forbidden fruits

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badxsshottiexllie · 5 months

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Plotted starter for @spoocys-glade-of-dreams

Ellie, riding her hover bike, was on her way to her rebellion groups hideout which was located outside of Eden. She needed to discuss what had happened to her the night before at the United of Eden. Originally, the woman had gone there to relax. However, there would be a series of events that would occur that said otherwise. The woman not only got to rescue Eden's biggest celebrity, but also got herself involved in trying to help his friend who was in a situation that was beyond her control.

"Whats the password?" A male voice said behind the door.

"Cabbage is perfect to eat in the dry heat." Ellie responded.

"Hey! Hows my favorite isekai protagonist doing?" The door opened to reveal a panda hybrid named Steven. Since he was a big fan of anime, he often referred to her as an isekai protagonist, someone who is randomly sent from one world to another.

"Oh hey Steven, pretty crazy shit happened last night. I wanted to see if mostly everyone was here to talk." The woman replied.

"Yeah, unfortunately, most of us are just doing are own thing today. So its just Cody, the boss, you and I here today." After Steven said who was here, you could see a teenage human named Cody playing a gaming PC. You could also see the boss, a human woman around Ellie's age named Natalie, reading a book.

"Sup Ellie, how did last night go?" Natalie asked, putting her book down.

"Hey boss, uh...well...thats what I wanted to talk to everyone about..." The redhead scratched behind her head.

Natalie got up and gently nudged Codys shoulder so that he could listen too since he was wearing headphones. "Ellie's got something to tell us."

The teenager took off his headphones and looked into Ellie's direction and gave a brief yo in greeting.

"So last night, I went to the United of Eden to relax. Well...I thought that was going to happen. I stopped a fight from happening there. You'll never guess who I saved..." There was a bit of a pause before she revealed who it was due to awkwardness. "It was none other than everyones favorite poster boy himself....Rayman..."

"WHAAAAAAT?!?!" Steven, Natalie, and Cody said in unison. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

"But why? You do know the risks involved in associating with him right?" Natalie told her.

"Like that hasn't been drilled a million times in my brain before. But I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. He needed help. Anyway, theres this other part of it where he asked me to help his friend Mona Lisa, whose in a situation thats beyond her control."

"Mona Lisa as in...the famous painting? That Mona Lisa?" Steven asked confusingly.

"Not to be confused with the painting of the same name." The redhead corrected. "Its her stage name and believe it or not shes a limbless like Rayman. But thats not the important thing right now. Shes in a situation involving Hoyt Volker. Do you guys know who he is?"

The trio had a mixture of pale expressions and disgust. Natalie, however, was the one to speak up between the three.

"Human trafficking." Natalie spoke softly. "Murphy told me about it. Its really gross."

"Murphy? Whose that?"

"Hes someone who works with us but hes from another resistance group like ours. Hoyt Volker offers good paying jobs but its disguised as selling them to Eden for work or other crime bosses."

"No way..." The gingers eyes widened at this new discovery. She needs to tell Rayman this asap! This was huge! "Boss! You are a live saver, thank you!" Ellie gave her boss a big hug and stormed out the door.

The rebel hopped on her hover bike making her way back to Eden. Once she got back safely and into her apartment, she made sure to give Rayman a call. "I wonder if he'll pick up..."

#spoocys-glade-of-dreams #this was extremely long due to multiple npcs but you do not have to match length #human trafficking tw #long post #cut for length #captain laserhawk au #let me know if you want me to change anything!

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afterdarkprincess · 7 months

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🌙🌟 Fic Masterlist 🌙🌟

Aftershocks

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at Summerslam -------- Jey had no right to ask Sami for help in the tribal combat match. No right to think that Sami would help anyway. He’d done his damndest to make sure that DIDN’T happen. But his damn stupid heart had hoped, had some faith that maybe in his hour of need Sami would be there for him.

And instead he got…well, what he got.

Masterpost AO3 Link

Tangled Up With You All Night (Burning It Down)

Relationship: Jon Moxley/Seth Rollins/Roman Reigns Rating: Explicit Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. ------ He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand...” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.” -----

Post AO3 Link

The Devil's In the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me)

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam ------ “Yeah, Uce. I know Roman was probably jokin’ back then, but you really Sami Uso now. You stuck with us.”

That earns a laugh, “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

“Damn straight,” Jey grins. “And you don’t have to prove nothin’ to nobody.”

Sami’s eyes glisten as he nods. “I like that, ‘Sami Uso’”

“Me too.” ------ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3 Link

Ours

Relationship: Roman/Jey/Jimmy/Solo/Sami Gangbang Rating: Explicit Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. ______ “You see boys, our ‘Honorary Uce’ here has been struggling to find his purpose in our family.” Roman looks at Jey directly. “It took him a while to earn our trust, but he’s done so with hard work and dedication. I decided it was time for him to finally take his rightful place.” He gestures back to the bed.

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Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Relationship: Sami/Jey/Cody Rating: Explicit Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action.

---- “Yea, Boo- we was just getting cozy…” Jey’s dick brushes against the warm bulge in Cody’s pants and he lets out an unmistakable groan.

Cody freezes beneath him, looking at Jey in alarm.

There’s a pause before Sami speaks again. “Oh we’re getting cozy like that, huh? Baby, you know the rules.” ----- Part One Part 2 AO3 Link

Sweet Like Justice Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day ---- “Just hope Damien doesn’t use this to his advantage. I don’t think I could stand to see another belt on the Judgement Day.” Sami sighs, frustrated at all the chaos that the group has caused over the last few months.

Jey turns Sami to face him, a wide grin on his face as he shucks off the black hoodie he’s wearing. “Think I got an idea, Sami.” ----- Post AO3 Link

A Moment Backstage Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) ---- “They were trying to mess with us, Jey. Don’t let them get in your head.” Sami’s face is soft, and the understanding look in his eyes is doing nothing to assuage Jey’s guilt.

“Sami, I messed up wit’ you. Big time.” ---- AO3 Link Post

#masterlist #wwe fanfiction #samijey #ambrolleigns #the bloodline #roman reigns #jey uso #main event jey uso #sami zayn #solo sikoa #codyjey #cody rhodes

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stormoflina · 26 days

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hello! I'm sure your anons have been flooded with a lot lol but I wanted to change the subject a little. I'm a little sad that Trent is out until the Atalanta game (don't know if its the first leg or second leg) feel like he's been gone for the whole season. miss watching him play with the team and the last interaction we saw with Dom was with haaland being annoying lol.

Also idk if it's just me but I don't know if Dom is very appreciated by fans on how much he does on the field. I get he's had some off games but he's such an important piece to the midfield especially when it comes to his pace. During the Brighton game the right side was getting torched until he started spending some time there to help on defense and even the man u game when he was subbed off we were winning and then we lost control of the midfield. It was a glaring difference and I'm not bashing on any other player NOT at all or saying they don't bring anything to the team, it's just he's a part of the success to the team and it's not spoken about as much.

anyway have a good day!

Hi lovely! I want to thank you for this wonderful ask, it's always both a pleasure and an honour to read your thoughts, especially when it's so well put together! 🫶🏼

I know I miss Trent so much:( I looked back at the pre-match interview he did this weekend as much as I could find, and as lovely as it was to see him, I just wish he was back on the pitch, doing his magnificent passes as he does. :( I understand that with so many reinjuries, they are being extra careful with him, but I feel like the dates just keep getting pushed back and pushed back and it's stressing me out lol.

With Domi, yeah, the narrative around him has shifted recently. In a sense, I think he, too, became the so called stepchild of the team, same thing that I have called Cody back in the past, of course just under very different circumstances. I do think that now that we are in April and have already seen how the season progressed, out of all the starting midfielders he has had the least luck lol. Meaning that he basically carried that midfield on his back for the first three months, then yes, he both got fatigued and fell off a bit, but also Macca grew more comfortable in his position and role, Endo caught up to the Prem and Curtis had entered into a really good form too. Obviously the attention then shifted to them, which is only natural, they were putting in some fantastic performances. His injury also came at a very wrong time, then I think those weird social media posts that were made about him also didn't help ( I actually have a lot to say about that lol), then when he did came back from months long injury and wasn't dropping 10/10 he was quickly made into (one of the) scapegoat(s). Sadly, it's only natural, and what's even sadder that those 'fans' will only move on from him if they find another player to overly criticize. Agendas work like crazy. Right now, if Endo or Alexis loses the ball, likely no one will say anything, if he does, he gets ripped a new one. At the start of the season, it was the other way around. It's insanely annoying, but that's online fans for you. Also doesn't really help his case, that he is in a very limited role, which is good for the team (nobody has his levels of athleticism and pressing intensity), but it also highlights his weaknesses. I have talked about this before, but going from always being the protected player to the one who has to protect everyone else can't be easy and it's pretty easy to see that it doesn't come natural to him. However, it's a role that every team needs, and I think overall, he does a good job at it.

Haha, anyways, I spend waaay too much time wondering about the psychology behind how these things work, I could talk the pants off of anyone with this lol.

Have a lovely day! <3

Edit: With all that yapping I forgot to tell you that I agree with you regarding Domi. We definitely lost momentum when him, Andy and Mo were subbed off. The midfield especially got run over. Klopp nearly always gets his man management right, it just wasn't his day that day - or anyone's really, I mean we let Antony score. 😅😅

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toutallyahoe · 1 year

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cold ,, swtcw

requested by: –

pairing(s): cody x male reader

word count: 1190

warnings: cursing (kriff), hints of [name] being a slut, inaccuracy of the star wars franchise (?)

a/n: if you think my only knowledge of star wars are in tcw series (im legit in s1e8 lol), through memes, and people tearing down the sequels in yt is going to stop me from writing for these bitches then... clearly you dont me at all

i only know cody in the s1e5 “rookies” and i already love him *sobs*

but anyways, dont be surprised if im horny over these fuckers. you know how i am lol

Cody let out a breath as he rubs his hands together in a pathetic attempt to warm himself. It was rather useless as no matter what he or anyone would do, it is freezing cold. Even in wearing an armor that was equipped with an enhanced heating system built in it that specializes to combat a cold and harsher climate like this one, it still was cold.

By the Maker, what he would do for a cup of hot caf (coffee) right now... or just be out of this godforsaken planet really— but, for some reason, Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi and Jedi Knight [Name] [Last name] were sent to scope the planet that almost had a similar terrain like the planet Orto Plutonia for something.

Why did the council even send people to a cold planet again, when the last one ended up as a bust as there were no signs of life? Cody does not know. All he knows was that the council still urges the two Jedis' to go and see if there is something to be done with the planet. And so, they brought their squad with them. Cody doesn't know if he would have preferred for him to be assigned to work with the 501st Legion at the moment or not.

Don't get Cody wrong, accompanying the Nova squad was a joy since the Nova squad wasn't as... headache-inducing to work with unlike the 501st and Cody got along with the Nova squad captain, Sixer, well enough— not to say he doesn't get along with Rex. But Sixer wasn't as... reckless as the captain of the 501st. The Nova squad was a group that could get the job done and was under General [Name].

And that was fine... for the most part.

"Commander," Cody immediately straightened his form as he saluted at the man he was happening to think.

"General," Cody greeted as he saw [Name] wave off his salute. The clone couldn't help but look at the Jedi's clothes, or for a better word, lack thereof.

"Sir, aren't you cold?" Cody couldn't help but asked as he eyed [Name] who, unlike everyone else, wasn't bundled up in clothes that were appropriate for the weather. Kriff, even General Obi-wan Kenobi was dressed up because of how cold it was! And [Name] was right here, just casually wearing his normal Jedi robes. It both made Cody worried and envious.

A deep chuckle left [Name]'s lips at that. "Cold? Not at all," [Name] said with a smile, rather amused the Jedi was like the clone commander shouldn't have asked that question. "Why? Are you cold, commander?" Cody did not miss the mischievous tone of the man. Frowning underneath his helmet, Cody sighed.

"Not everyone is blessed with genes to combat intense weather like this, sir," Cody said as he rubbed his hands again as a way to comfort and warm himself. Again, it was a futile attempt. Oh to be blessed with Zabrak-like resistance to the harsh climate and rough terrain. Cody was rather envious of [Name] right now.

"Do you need something, sir?" Cody asked, immediately trying to distract [Name] from whatever Jedi was going to say upon realizing something. Cody saw [Name]'s smile grow bigger, seeming to notice his envy, and Cody was reminded that [Name] was a Jedi... the man most definitely felt his emotions through the Force... kriff...

"Ah, nothing really," [Name] says, already knowing what the clone was doing and he seemed to feel some small mercy to not bring it up. [Name] looked at Cody and the clone commander felt a shiver down his spine. Cody was sure it wasn't from the cold weather. "Just wanted to say you look rather adorable in your snowsuit," [Name] complimented. His words would have been fine if he didn't continue. "Although you are far more adorable without it," [Name] teased as the clone froze on his spot.

Cody was rather thankful he had his helmet on as he can feel his face heat up from such a comment. Cody knew that comment was far from innocent, not from the gaze the Jedi was sent toward him. After a second of gathering his composure, it was only the that the clone commander felt a sudden horror upon the realization of what [Name] was implying and that they weren't the only ones there. Letting out a cough to gather himself, Cody looks around to make sure no one would have heard [Name]'s words as he then looked back at the Jedi and glared although it wouldn't be noticed with his helmet.

"Sir, that was highly inappropriate," Cody said as the clone can see [Name]'s amused smile at his words. "And might I remind you that General Kenobi is here?" He hissed. Cody hopes Obi-wan wasn't close by to feel in the Force... or something on whatever kriff these Jedi's had to know whatever was going on with him and [Name] because it would be both their heads if so. Cody can already feel the headache creeping in on just that thought.

"Master Kenobi left."

"... what?" Cody said dumbly as he stared at [Name] who looked amused by his genuine confusion. Since when did Obi-wan leave? And did that man seriously just leave them here on this ice of a planet??? Was that why he had heard the sound of a ship taking off earlier???

"He got called to assist Skywalker and left not too long ago, commander," [Name] had chuckled as he explained. "Did you not hear him call out to you? Master Kenobi said about you being in charge when my squad and I plan to go out to see whatever is out here later."

"My, it seems like the cold is getting to you, commander," he teased as [Name] watched Cody be embarrassed at his words as well as just not paying attention around him. He can easily sense the clone commander's embarrassment in his force signature, and it was honestly adorable. If only he can see the clone's face without that helmet.

Turning his heel, [Name] decided to go back to the tent that was set for him to occupy. "Going to rest for a bit before me and my squad goes out," [Name] said as he left. Although he paused his steps for a second to turn his head and smile at the clone commander. "I might have an idea how to warm you up though. You know where to find me, Cody."

Cody couldn't help but shudder at the Jedi calling him by name. Even after the times he gets called by his chosen name, Cody isn't used to it when it comes to [Name] calling him. Maybe it was because of how that man had said it that made the clone commander feel something indescribable every single time. It also helps [Name] call him by name most often when they are... alone...

"Ah kriff," Cody cursed as he looked in the direction where [Name]'s tent was. "Might take you on that offer, sir," Cody whispered to himself with a sigh.

#the clones makes the brain go brrr #male reader #x male reader #star wars x male reader

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Forbidden Romance

Pairing: OC Amilyn x Commander Cody

Series Summary: When someone keeps threatening Amilyn's life Cody is appointed as her personal bodyguard. As they spend more time together feelings start to form between them. In a time of war will duty and honor get in the way of what they want most?

Series Rating: 18+(no minors), attempted assassination, bit of violence, bit of a slow burn, secret romance, eventual smut

A/n: Cody and bodyguard romance just do something to me

Chapter 1

Cody hated this. It had already been fifteen minutes and he was already exhausted from being around politicians. While he finished healing from a wound that he recently sustained from battle he was given bodyguard duty. He would've rather been stuck behind a desk but instead here he was stuck being a personal bodyguard to a senator. He knows that not all the senators are rich and snobby but from what he experienced most of them were. Cody hasn't even met you yet so until he does he's going to assume you are just like those senators. Cody was standing outside your office while he waited for you to get done with a meeting and answered a message from one of his brothers when the doors opened and out came two senators. He stood to attention as they passed by him and your aide came up to him. "Senator Shysa is ready for you, commander." Cody followed behind her as she brought him to the sitting area. "She'll be with you in a moment."

Cody nodded his head and went back to the message he was sending. As he pressed send you walked in with your aide and another guard. Cody looked up and you greeted him. "You must be commander Cody." Cody stood up just a little bit straighter. "Yes, ma'am." You gestured to the seat behind him. "Please, take a seat." "Thank you, ma'am."

Cody took his seat as you sat down on the couch opposite him with both your guard and aide standing close by. "Can I offer you anything to drink, commander?"You ask as you gesture to the water in front of the two of you. "No thank you, ma'am." You nodded your head in understanding but went and poured yourself a glass as you hadn't had anything to drink since breakfast. You quickly took a sip before getting to the task at hand. "I'm sorry we had to meet like this, commander. I know that you would rather be doing something else than be a bodyguard to a senator." "I'm just doing my duty, ma'am." "Right. Anyway, did General Kenobi or someone else give you a rundown by any chance?" "Only that someone has threatened you. The general didn't really go into much detail. He figured it would be better if you explained it to me."

“Of course. I’m sure that you are aware that I just became senator of my planet so I am fairly new to this. My planet was recently liberated from the separatists and we became part of the republic. To thank the republic I decided to open up trade routes to the clones so that it would be easier for you to access resources. I started to write up a bill to show my loyalty to the republic and that my people promise to provide whatever they needed but a few nights ago my office was broken into. Nothing was taken but the next day I found this note.” You take out the note that you had received and hand it over to Cody who took a look at it. “Like all other senators I’m no stranger to death threats as I had started to receive them not long after I became senator. Most of them were harmless so I ignored them. Along with this one of course.” Cody looked up. “Might I ask why you’re taking it seriously now?” “Yesterday I brought a draft of my bill to the senate. Most of the people support it of course and so I thought it went well. But then last night I went back to my apartment and someone had broken in. Everything had been turned over and one of my pet Tookas had been killed. I..also found another note and it has blood on it.”

Your guard handed the note to you which you then handed it to Cody. The note was definitely more threatening than the one he just read and was definitely cause for concern. “I wasn’t sure who to turn to so Senator Amidala brought it to the Jedi and they had suggested that they provide me with a bodyguard. So, that’s why you’re here.” Cody put both the notes down and looked at you. “I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe, senator.” You smiled a little at Cody. “I have complete faith in you, commander.”

You stood up and Cody followed suit. “If you excuse me I have another meeting starting soon. I will be busy for the next few weeks so I will have my aide send you my schedule.” Cody bowed a little. “Of course, senator.” You walked back into your office and Cody took up his post at your door.

For the rest of the day Cody studied your schedule on what your week looks like and when he wasn’t doing that he was accompanying you to talk with other senators about upcoming bills or keeping watch while you worked. While it was only his first day as your personal bodyguard all of it was pretty boring. He never understood how Fox and the rest of the corries could do this every day. But he will admit that it’s a nice change of pace. He didn't have to deal with his own men or paperwork and he wasn't worried about getting shot at. Not that he wasn't used to it but he was actually grateful to his general for forcing him to do this. He would have to thank general Kenobi after the job was done.

As he thought about this your office door opened and Cody stepped to the side to let you out. "Please make sure these get to Senator Amidala and Organa right away, Tasha." "Yes, my lady."

After your aide walked away you let out a sigh as the stress of the day got to you. Luckily you didn't have anything else to work on tonight. You looked at commander Cody and approached him. He stood a little straighter as you stood in front of him. "Ma'am." "I'm all finished here commander. We'll be leaving shortly." "Yes senator."

Tasha returned shortly after and after you sent her home for the night both you and Cody took off.

Next Chapter >

Tagging: @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @cw80831 @anxiouspineapple99 @cloneloverrrrr @moonlightwarriorqueen @dystopicjumpsuit @eternal-transcience @sev-on-kamino @wizardofrozz @multi-fan-dom-madness @deejadabbles

#star wars #oc #commander cody #oc x commander cody

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shimmerystyles · 1 year

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Better Together - Harry x Reader (Part 3 to What are you doing, NYE?)

Summary: Y/N's big day has arrived and Harry's made it his mission to make it up to y/n, after all, they're better together.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff GALORE.

a/n: read parts 1 and 2 before this one, otherwise you'll be VERY lost. thanks for all the love and keeping me accountable for actually writing a finale! love you all<3

this is the FINALE! yay! enjoy my loves!

word count: 3.4k

two recommended songs that i mentioned in this story to listen to at any point! all too well (10 min version heh) by tswift and i hear a symphony by cody fry<3

y/n's outfits: 1 , 2 harry's outfits: 1

"C'mon, Y/N... it's been WEEKS. You've got to get yourself back out there. If not for a boyfriend at LEAST for makeup se-"

"LIV!" You interrupted her hitting her arm in the process.

"Owwwww. Girl you're mean when you're sad, this has GOTTA change." She rubs her arm and shakes her head at you.

"Anyways, GIRL. Your birthday is TOMORROW!"

"Yeah, I'm glad I didn't plan anything, I'm sitting my ass at home with Mitzi."

Liv stares down at your newly adopted cat, Mitzi. Sleeping on the pillow next to you on the couch.

"No offence babe, but Mitzi isn't exactly... a hoot."

You gasp.

"Don't listen to her my love. Who needs men, a party, or anything when I have you." You pet her head and she purrs into it.

"Okay. I love you Y/N/N, but it's time to get out of this slump girl. You're going out for your birthday."

You look over at Liv with pleading eyes. "Please don't make me."

"Listen, Y/N. I kind of already planned something.."

You groaned. "Uggghhhhhhh. Liv. Whyyyy?"

"Stop whining and say "Thank you bestie for pulling me out of my slump over the man who was supposed to be the love of my life!!"

"Ouch. Thanks for the reminder, Liv." You pulled your knees up to your chest and Liv sighed softly.

"You know I mean well, Y/N/N. You deserve the best. Even if that means it's not Harry."

You've been holding onto hope that you and Harry would come back together in the last coming weeks, especially recently. He went from calling and texting you dozens of times a day to sometimes not even once a day. You felt him slipping away and it was killing you inside.

--FLASHBACK--

You ran into your house, hearing Liv call your name over and over but slamming your bedroom door behind you and locking it.

"Y/N/N, please talk to me."

"Just go away, Liv. Please." Your voice broke as you pushed out the plea to Liv.

She sighs. "I'll be downstairs babe, I'm so sorry."

Tears flooded your vision as you shuffled over to your desk, staring at all the pictures of you and Harry you'd put there. You wiped your eyes and felt your hand form into a fist. You angrily picked up a picture frame and threw it at the wall, flinching at the sound of broken glass hitting your floor. You took yourself by surprise and gasped.

Every ounce of hurt, anger, sadness, had all flood in at once. Your impulsiveness had shaken you and you felt so unlike yourself that you were terrified.

You walked over to the broken frame, hesitantly picking up the photo of you and Harry. The day you both got caught in the rain and one of your friends had taken a candid of you both dancing around the down pour with huge smiles on your faces.

You smiled weakly at the photo as more tears streamed down your cheeks. You held the photo to your chest as you felt yourself start to whimper as the crying got heavier.

You lost your person, not once, but twice now. Your know your heart isn't ready to heal. It's only going to hurt more by looking at all of these photos and reminders of your once amazing relationship with the love of your life.

You carefully walk back to the desk and grab a small empty box, filling all your photos and items from Harry in it. Every item picked up is a memory that floods your mind. You bring the box past your mirror but you stop as something dangling distracts you.

The necklace.

You took the small heart in your two fingers and glide your thumb over the engraving.

To Y/N, my only angel.

You kept the necklace on. You couldn't bring yourself to take it off. It wasn't something you could get rid of. It was something that brought back the best feeling of love and warmth. You knew the second that necklace comes off, you would feel a never ending cold.

You take the box of everything and place it on the floor of your closet, sliding the door shut.

Only in time will you heal. Only in time will you truly understand Harry and his actions and if he truly deserves a third chance... but for now..

That remains tucked away behind closed doors.

--PRESENT--

You grabbed your phone from beside you on the couch and see a text from Harry.

H - Good morning, Y/N.

You smiled weakly. You missed him. It wasn't hard to tell.

"Anyways, girl. I planned the PERFECT party! It's going to be a fun, winter-esque theme and.... A PRIVATE SKATING RINK!"

"Uhhh, Liv, where did you get the money for this? You and I both know you are always broke and can barely buy a cheeseburger from Dons..."

"I have my ways. My new boo has some money and he's been veeeery generous to us."

You raised a brow and smirked at Liv. "Us?"

"Hell yeah, babe. You need a Gucci bag, I got you!" She lifted her Gucci tote and you laughed in shock.

"Liv, how the hell do you get yourself into these situations?" You admired the bag and she giggled.

"Honestly babe, it's a long story. For another time. Right now, we gotta go shopping for a birthday outfit!!!!" She squealed jumping up from the couch.

You chuckled at her excitement and took her hand, yelping as she pulls you up too quickly.

"TO THE MALL!"

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"Liv, I look ridiculous."

She put you in a long, PUFFY jacket and giant ear muffs. Leather pants and a lace bodysuit underneath the jacket. You felt like you were going to two different parties.

"Babe, this is PERFECT for your party! What do you mean?"

"I look like I should be going to a club in Canada." You took the jacket off and Liv shrugged.

"I mean, IIII think you look great."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm gonna try on MY option now."

You walked back into the dressing room and heard Liv sigh. "Okay but I'm sure my outfit is cuter!"

You put on the black turtleneck dress and black coat and immediately you feel more like yourself.

You walked out of the fitting room and Liv gasps.

"Okay I lied, this is CUTE! Soooo you!"

You smiled. "I think this is it. With stockings and booties, it'll be gorgeous!"

"Okay, outfit's picked! All that's left is to show up and you're set!"

You pulled Liv into a hug and she squeaked in shock. "You okay, Y/N/N?" She rubs your back.

"Thank you for everything, Liv. It's been a rough couple weeks. I'm so grateful for you."

"Awwwww, bestie!!! I love you, you're my number one girl forever!"

You pulled away and walked back into the change room. You were still hesitant about the party but Liv and this new outfit made you feel better about it.

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"WAKE UP BESTIE!!"

You groaned at the sound of Liv singing at your bedroom door. "5 more minutes, please." You pulled your pillow over your head upon hearing the door open.

"Bestie! It's your birthday! It's your dayyyy!" Liv got on the bed and started jumping up and down singing the same words over and over.

"Liiiiiv, let me sleep. It'll still be my birthday 10 minutes from now."

She plopped down next to you and giggled. "No can do, missy." She took your pillow and you groaned again.

"Y/N, it's 2 in the afternoon. We have to get ready for the party!"

You sat up and wiped your eyes to help wake up. "I feel miserable." You said stretching your arms up and back.

"Oh come onnnn, you know this is going to be your BEST birthday yet! You have no idea!"

You shook your head and smiled.

"Okay okay, I'm getting up!"

Liv squealed and opened the door of your bedroom again. "Guys, work your magic!"

Your eyes got wider as you watched two men walk in with suitcases full of makeup and hair products. You watched them set up their stuff at your vanity and you scoffed at Liv. "Liiiiiiv, what did you do?"

"Happy Birthday, bestie!! Enjoy the hair and makeup on me! I'm gonna go grab you Starbucks, you have a good time! Also, girl, make your bed... you have guests!" She winks and you roll your eyes at her with a smile.

You got up to the vanity and immediately they started working on your hair. They lightly curled it while doing a sparkly makeup look to match the extravagant winter wonderland theme Liv set up for you.

You couldn't lie, you were so excited for the fun plan Liv set up for you, but part of you wished Harry would be apart of your day too. You grabbed your phone to see if he messaged you as normal, but today, nothing. Not even a good morning like he would send everyday.

You were hurt.

"Bestieeee, I got your iced vanilla latte with extra va- babe, no tears!!! Don't you ruin this makeup this wasn't cheap girl." Liv ran up and grabbed a tissue to avoid mascara running.

"H-he didn't even wish me a Happy Birthday Liv, nothing."

Liv rolled her eyes. "Y/N, I love you, but girl... the guy doesn't technically owe you that. You're not together."

"Well I thought he was better than this, to completely isolate me. Especially on my birthday."

"Girl, today's YOUR day. Don't let him ruin it for you."

You nodded reluctantly, letting the hair and makeup guys finish up as you sipped your latte, humming softly as the flavours filled you with happiness.

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"You ready, Y/N?"

You walked out of your room in your outfit and grabbed your beanie to throw on your head before heading out.

"Ready."

Liv reaches her hand out to yours and you take it, following her out to the car service she set up to take you to the venue.

As you started the drive, you took out your phone and saw a messages from your friends and family, but the one person you wanted to talk to wasn't reaching out at all.

Your smile quickly faded and Liv noticed instantly. "We're almost there, Y/N/N." She takes your hand and squeezes it, causing you to smile weakly.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you saw many, MANY cars. You began to feel overwhelmed. "Tell me there's other events happening here."

Liv shook her head. "No love, just your day! The ENTIRE rink is booked for tonight!"

You were dumbfounded at how many people were here for you, your day. This was a lot.

You got out of the car and walked to the entrance but stopped as you approached the entrance.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea." You say to Liv, turning yourself around. "Y/N, come on, it's okay!"

"No, I don't know if I'm ready for this. I just want to go home."

Liv takes your hand again. "I'm not leaving your side, Y/N. I promise."

You squeeze her hand and she rubs the top of your hand with her thumb. "Come on, let's go skate and enjoy your night!"

Liv opens the entrance and you're instantly greeted by a big crowd of your family and friends cheering for you. You wipe a happy tear as you laugh in shock. You scan the crowd and immediately your eyes stop at the center of the crowd.

"Harry?"

He smiles softly and you don't know what comes over you but you run over to him and jump into his arms, him taking you in right away.

"Hi, love. Happy Birthday."

You smile into the scarf around his neck. He didn't forget. He didn't forget your birthday, he didn't forget you.

"OKAY PARTY PEOPLE LETS SKAAAATE!" Liv yells and the crowd cheers, making their way to the ice.

"Well, shall we?" Harry holds out his arm for you to hook onto, you take it with a smile. "I'm ready to watch you fall on your butt." Harry scoffs and dramatically grips his chest. "Uhh, definitely you, not me." You hit his arm playfully and walk over to the skates desk to pick up your sizes.

The second you have your skates on you immediately step on the ice, doing a graceful spin.

"Now hold on, you didn't tell me you were good at ice skating?" Harry smirks standing up. "I'm alright, can you keep up, slowpoke?" You spin again and start to glide across the ice. "Oh you're on." Harry steps on the ice and barely catches his balance. You giggle at his clumsiness and he smirks. After a few seconds he glides like a pro and your jaw drops.

"Now hold on, YOU didn't tell me you were good either??" You wink, spinning around him. "Not as good as you, you're doing circles around me and my.. whatever you call this." He chuckles, trying to catch up to you.

You slow down to wait for him and he reaches for your hand. You extend it and he loses his balance as he grabs onto your hand and you both fall, you falling on top of him. You both laugh at his fall but immediately break laughter when you are met with eye contact. The feelings flood back almost immediately, the love, the happiness, the memories, all coming back into this one moment.

"You still have it on?" You blink out of your daze and hum him a "Hmm?" to get him to repeat.

"The necklace, you still have it." He smiles.

"Oh, yeah. That's the one thing I couldn't part with. It was too important.. plus it felt like it kept you-"

"Y/N!" You look up and Liv is holding her hand out to help you. You look down at Harry and feel the blush flood your cheeks. "Babe, you okay... did I interrupt something?" You roll your eyes. "I'm okay, Harry broke my fall." Harry chuckled. "My pleasure, birthday girl. I'll see you later." He gets up and skates away, leaving you with Liv. Liv slaps your forearm and you grab it immediately in pain.

"OW!" You exclaim. Liv chuckles. "You seem to be having a fun birthday." She winks. You shake your head. "I have to admit, Liv. You really know how to throw a party."

"Y/N. I didn't actually plan this." You look at her for a moment confused. "What do you mean?"

She smirks. "Who else would go to all these lengths, just to see you smile?"

You furrow your brows at her. "My family did this?"

She slaps your arm again. "OWWWW"

"You idiot, Harry did this. He's the one who paid and planned the ENTIRE thing. He wasn't even going to come, until I told him he was the one person you'd want to see tonight. He wanted me to take the credit but this, this was all him I could never take credit for something THIS good. I may not have always been nice to Harry, but this guy LOVES you. Like LOVE LOVES you. If you want to give him chance number 3, I won't be upset."

You feel a small smile creep on your face.

"Liv, you have no idea how happy that makes me." You pull Liv into a hug, almost losing your balance on the ice. She giggles. "Girl, don't make me regret it. Fix this with your mans. I don't wanna change my mind."

"I'm gonna get off the ice for a bit, give my legs a break and go grab a coffee." Liv nods. "I'll be with my mans and the kiddy cart he has to use to keep up with me." You snort at her comment and she skates off to help her man skate around.

You skate over to the entryway and take a seat to slip your skates off. You leave them tied on the bench as you slip your boots back on to walk over to the coffee merchant that was open.

"Vanilla iced latte, please."

The barista nods and makes your drink. "There you go, Happy Birthday." You smile and thank them before walking to the viewing area of the arena. You sip your coffee, the small hum escaping your lips at the flavour.

"Care for company?" You look over and Harry is standing next to you. You gesture to the seat next to you and he takes it.

"So, good birthday?" He asks, sipping his coffee. You nod. "Liv did a good job, huh?" He says with a smile. You smirk. "Yeah, you did good, Styles." He chokes on his drink and you laugh. "Who told?" He said with raised brows. "Liv." You say simultaneously. He shakes his head with a smile. "Shoulda known."

You watch your family and friends skate around on the ice, smiling at the kids skating with their parents, the couples skating together and Liv, skating with... well, helping her boyfriend. As you're scanning the arena, I Hear A Symphony starts to play over the speakers. You look over at Harry, his eyes glued to the rink below. You smile softly.

"Harry.. can I ask you something?" He nods and you turn to face him.

You sigh and smile. "This.. this is nice and all but, why did you do this for me? After all the crap we've dealt with.. why?"

He turns to face you. "No matter what, your importance in my life never changed. You continue to be incredibly significant to me. I told Liv I wanted to see you happy on your birthday and even offered to not come so you could fully enjoy yourself. I care about you a lot, Y/N."

You feel a small smile form.

"I appreciate your generosity and kindness, Harry. Truly, this is the best birthday I've had in a long time. You didn't have to do this for me."

He smiled weakly. "I'd do anything for you, Y/N."

You looked down at your feet. "Anything?" He hummed a yes response and you looked back at him.

"Kiss me."

He looked at you wide eyed. "W-what?"

"Harry, kiss me."

You look into his eyes, the pleading coming through instantly. He shifts close enough to you to grab your face with his hands and kiss you. You've longed for this, you've both been dying to do this since the second you saw each other at the entrance. You missed him, his presence, his kisses, everything.

This is what you needed.

Harry broke the kiss and you smiled. "I missed you." You said breathlessly. He put his forehead against yours and smiles softly. "I missed you more, love."

You kiss him one more time, having him peck your lips every time you try to pull away. You giggle at how eager he is. "Harry, I promise you can kiss me more later!" You say between kisses. He kisses you one last time and you both smile in the kiss. "Sorry I can't help it. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for." He kisses your hand and you kiss his back. "We have A LOT of catching up to do, H."

You stand up and hold out your hand to him. "Come on, clumsy. Let's go show these losers what real skaters look like." Harry laughs and takes your hand, pulling you back down into his lap. Your eyes meet again and you both smile.

"I love you, Y/N."

You smile. "And I love you, H."

He kisses you one more time, the smile never leaving either of your lips.

Happiness, that's all you could feel having Harry back with you at your side.

After all...

You're better together.

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MY BABIES. I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! LNJAFSKAN

I know I promised this in 2022. here we are, halfway through january 2023 and just getting around to posting this. i hope you don't hate this. i wanted it to end cute and cozy and just ahhhhhh the FLUFF!

i love you all, more HS writing will come :)

all the best, lexi

TAGLIST: @macy-tpwk @lomlhstyles @tinyhrry @hazeljean2 @sophiabarber2001 @jessitpwk @behindmygreyeyes @harryscherri

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kingofmischiefs · 1 year

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Ship: Cody x Obi Wan, Codywan

AU: Sith Obi-Wan

Word Count: 1020

Rated: Everyone

Cody isn’t pleased with his latest mission. But much less so when he meets someone unexpected. Will he be able to finish the mission after this?

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Rejected first meet from the Sith!Obi-Wan fic I’m writing. Might as well see how this goes.

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Commander Cody was a diligent man. Expertly swerving through the lavish furnishings and working servants, he checked strategies and battle plans for other battalions. He sent suggestions to their commanders and skimmed through mission debriefs. Now, usually he was skilled at multitasking, yet maybe stress was finally getting to him. It was really the only viable explanation he had for why he ran directly into someone.

Cody blinked twice to clear his HUD and looked at his arms full of an apologetic ginger. The Commander had grabbed the man’s shoulders by instinct, to balance them both. Looking at his face, Cody could tell the man was saying something, but the clone was distracted by the wide eyes staring at his helmet. They were a stunning light blue. Much like a bright sky with the faintest of cloud cover. They were clear and steady, nothing like how the rest of his body was behaving. That contrast had Cody shaking his head and focusing back on what the man was saying.

“-ish me..” was the last that Cody caught. He knew he was anxious, but a soldier shouldn’t be this distracted. Cody really needed to get his head on straight.

“Comm static. Repeat?” He wasn’t sure why he lied. He felt a need to excuse himself. A need that had been drilled out of him long ago as a cadet. There was no room for doubt in war. He knew that from experience and his face carried the evidence. And yet he couldn’t help it as he looked at the terrified man in front of him. His body shook even though he was trying to hide it. The ginger was about the same height as any clone and Cody could feel muscles in the arms he still held. He let go of them to the man’s visible relief.

The man, in slightly ragged, stable riding clothes repeated himself. “Please excuse my clumsiness…”

“The second part.” Added the soldier, having caught on to that bit. Cody couldn’t help but let his eyes roam, protected as he was behind his helmet. The man had a lovely beard if a little unattended. Those blue eyes held their ground even as he took a careful step back.

Cody couldn’t help but track his movements as the man fidgeted with his beard and spoke again. “Oh… I understand if you wish to… punish me?”

Okay, that caught Cody off guard. Why would he punish him? Was he a servant? Did he think Cody was a palace guard or something? “I’m not going to punish you. It was my fault anyway, I ran into you. What’s your name? I am Commander Cody of the GAR.”

“Ah, so Clones do have names?” Marking the third time in as many minutes that he’d been surprised, the man’s demeanor completely shifted with the question. It was as if someone else stood before him. His spine straightened, his shaking stopped, and there was a spark of something golden in his eyes. Did they change color as he looked down and scratched his beard? No, it must have been the lighting. But as quickly as everything had changed, he morphed back to fear. Hunching in on himself, he raised his hands placatingly. “O-oh, I’m so sorry, please forgive my rudeness, I didn’t mean to say…”

Cody was stunned for a moment… again. He had no clue what to make of this encounter. But he knew well the fear of reconditioning or whatever form of punishment he had spoken of. “Look, it’s fine, I get it. But yes, we do have names. So what’s yours?”

Connection. That is what had always worked with his Vode. The cadets who hid behind him in fear of the Kaminii. The shinies who’d feared the nat-borns. They needed a connection, something to root them. The man seemed to get what he was trying to do and after thinking about it for a moment, he responded. “I’m… Ben.”

Purpose. They needed guidance, somewhere to go and someone to point them there. Cody had long accepted his role. He would guide anyone who needed him, even if it left him behind all alone. He was fine with that. Had to be. “Could you help point me in the right direction, Ben? I’m trying to find the stables. I was told the Prince was there.”

At the mention of the Prince, something passed through those eyes again. Like lightning on an otherwise clear sky. It made Cody hate this mission even more. He wasn’t happy about having to protect someone who inspired fear in his servants. “Oh... I am headed there now. I could take you.” The man… Ben closed his fists as he answered.

“Thank you, that would be very helpful.” A moment of hesitation later, Ben let his hands relax and pointed for Cody to follow him. The clone could’ve easily gotten there himself with the coordinates Waxer had given him, but he followed the ginger man through the corridors, wondering again why he was there. They reached the stables soon enough and were met with shouting.

“You’re useless, stop. No, you’re doing it all wrong! Where is he?!” Call it an educated hunch, but Cody was sure the whiny tone came from the Prince. As they got closer, it became evident. The stables were a large area holding creatures far bigger than Cody had anticipated. He’d never seen a Varactyl in person. They were huge. Massive bodies covered in scales and feathers. Probably another ‘perk’ of royalty considering they weren’t native to this planet. The Prince was beside one of them, arguing with another servant who held the reins for him.

As soon as they stepped through, The Prince spotted them. A few emotions went through his face. First anger and then surprise and confusion at spotting Cody. But it changed into something else, something hungry. “There you are! Everyone else is useless! Now, how about another ride, pet?” Cody froze. For a second he thought the Prince had been referring to him. But by the way the man beside him also tensed… Cody had a sickening realization.

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randomobjectsinmyhousefight · 2 months

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Random Objects In My House Fight Because I Said So: PART TWO!!!!

HIIIII INTERNET!!!!! I have come back with yet ANOTHER tournament bracket but it's with random Objects... From MY FRIENDS and my HOUSE.

...AGAIN!!!!!

(cool, huh?)

Anyways, if you don't know how this is going to work, it's the same as last time but I'll briefly explain it:

I post the bracket/results from the left and right sides for each round (like in this post here) and I will (usually) add the polls for it the day after or sometime else.

I will be hosting this tournament on the Empty Mind Amino and the Tumblr (which you are on!) and Twitter (@/r4nd0mobject) accounts I have made for this event. (So make sure to check em out, lol-- -)

The results for each poll will be added up from all sides, whichever object has the higher result in total will be the winner of that round.

Without further ado, here is the official bracket for part 2 of the ROIMHFBISS tournament!!!!

On the left, we have (from top to bottom):

Transgender clown son (belongs to Valentine)

Inkling Boy figurine (belongs to Soupy)

autism (belongs to Watermelon)

Daffy Duck Looney Tunes keychain (belongs to radicalust on Discord)

Professor Venomous OKKO cutout (belongs to Spookii)

Hollyberry Warrior Cats plushie (belongs to Soupy)

"Boy Sauce" (DEFINITELY NOT THE LAST GUY) (belongs to NOT ME)

alien cody cardboard cutout (belongs to Watermelon)

And on the right side, we have:

Tealish Marble

Flowery Light Switch

Dull-Sharp Glass Photo Cube

Cool Feathery Dancer Mask (that I got from Arizona)

Mouse Doll with Ointment Cream

Green (and oddly sticky) Flashlight that doesn't work anymore

Dusty Green Gamer Sunglasses

Mysterious and Beautiful Doll (passed down by my MOTHER *vine boom sfx*)

Also some propaganda was submitted for Watermelon's objects, so I'll post that here as well:

"uhm its an awesome handsculpted masterpiece plus if u dont vote it u hate autistic people smhh"

-For Yippee Creature Statue/autism

"uhhm alien cody is super awesome like hes literally OUT OF IF THIS WORLD . plus i soent all that time cutting him out of the carboard and editing the spirte to print like blood sweat and tears was put into this"

-for alien cody cardboard cutout

ANYWHOM.

Since I delayed posting this post onto here and the Twitter account for a day, the polls will hopefully go up tomorrow (mainly because school has been STRESSING ME OUT UGH (albeit I caused it, but STILL-- -))

SO yeah. Be on the look out!!! Or else your house will uh. Explode or whatever

ok that's pretty much all from me today, BYE-- - *explodes once again*

#roimhfbisstournament #tournament propaganda #roimhfbisstournament PART 2

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desudog · 3 months

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@fuumusu

i just ended up taking pics of /most/ of my plush collection, LPS included, but this isnt all of them its just whos on my shelves

mtn dew for scale ref. what am i, bad dragon? well anyways.

heres my LPS. super small collection, im mad bc a raise in interest in "2000s aesthetics" made the market for these go up so theres like no more 20 dollars for 5 lots on ebay LOL...

BAB Tempest Shadow (one of my fave ponyyyyyysss)

all 3 of my Dotties. one of my fave BBs ever. sadly, the backpack fits jack shit and is built for a kids frame...

closeup of mini.. hm, whats that? the leo in the bg?

yup, those are my promotional 2015 FEF keychains. # swag. idk why theyre sideways.

i bought these yoohoo keychains when they were still first in claires. i remember i was at the mall with my grandparents. its one of those things youre kinda self conscious of looking back on, ive always loved stuffed animals so i would beg to go to girls outlets and didnt really get why i had to fight so hard to lol. the gloomy is from like 2 or 3 years ago hes just from ebay

disney world Duchess plush which i THINK i got while it was still brand new release. ive ALWAYS been obsessed with this damn movie and my uncle lives in florida and got it for me before i can even remember. she went in a bit too hot water so her long fur is all wooly but shes mostly perfect besides 1 stain. i didnt take her a lot of places so she didnt get messed up. apparently goes for 50+ dollars these days even if conditions not great.

for ref, heres a mint condition one.

and YES, all the other duchess's are dreammmmm owns of mine. shes uhmmmm <3

not all of my webkinz. prob a 3rd. i have the opposum and black dragon (?) somewhere too, and i THINK i still have the orange tabby. ive lost my blufadoodle years ago tho and was HEARTBROKEN. hes somewhere around here i just dont know where. the wolf is worth $$$$ but i got him as a freebie at a church sale :]

new and old torchics XD one of my fave starters

CoCo Surprise cats. I hate Luna the cat her arms are so weird. I just gave the leopard a bath last night tho and she looks great ^^. her arms are super long in front front so she sits good on flat surfaces (not: my bed)

i also just gave Lady a bath and restuffing! shes perfect fr. got from a sal. army

Pound Puppy and Pound Puuuurries. (what, no pussies?) (bad perspective shots, mb its hard to take pics cus theyre so long and i try not to touch them bc autism badtexture. these i found downstairs with sega genisis games so you can guess theyre probably not from a secondhand)

(lol)

Cody's black jaguar plush. very cute and high quality and big andwas just 20 dollars. has weighted paws. the only stufie he'll cuddle lol i guess its hardcore enough

Lucky's Simba and retriever (who is like SOOOO well stuffed, sadly no weights tho.)

a mint condition blue gellart i found at GOODWILL? and a dancing/marching bear lucky got at a dead& co concert.

my beanie boos. im mad about the quality fail on the one to the left, whos eyes are all weirdly close. -_- the lemur is part of a growing collection of lemur plushes lol

and my P. Lushes!

for some reason my Bianca has what i ASSUME is a design error that causes her to have wayyyy too short front legs so she leans forward and cant sit. ._. (sorry for no camera focus idk why it didnt focus)

and a extra older BB + a similar one who was painted to be scary as fuck by an alter for whatever reason and has sense made us ban painting any plushes

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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In Command - Part 1

Master List | Next Part

A/N: ALRIGHT, WELL, HERE WE ARE AGAIN! For those of you reading this story for the first time, this was my first fic in about a decade. I've written a lot since then (including three complete sequel fics with more planned), and my writing style has changed quite a bit, so I wanted to circle back and see if I could do this fic more justice. Rex and Senna are my favorites, and it's been a blast to revisit their origins to see if I can improve upon them. This go-around, I'll have the incredible @teletraan-meets-jarvis beta reading for me, which is also going to make this a better story (fun fact: TJ and I first connected over this fic). Anyway, whether this is your first time reading this fic or not, I hope you enjoy this re-write!

Chapter Rating: T (entire work is rated E, but M-rated version can be found on AO3)

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.2k words

Sunlight filtered in through the thinning curtains, chasing the last traces of sleep from the captain’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. Lothal’s lone sun twinkled through the weave in the curtains, casting dancing shadows across the small bedroom. He could already hear children outside in the street and the sound of the morning’s first speeders making their way further into town. Rex stretched his arms over his head, rolling his ankles under the blanket as he inhaled deeply, feeling his muscles tense and flex. He sat up in the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes and rolling his neck, which popped satisfyingly. His fingers raked through his blonde curls, which he’d allowed to grow beyond the buzz cut he’d sported during the war. He was sure that any of his brothers would tease him that his hair was hardly long, but it was longer than Rex was used to, the length being more comparable to the regulation haircut Cody, Fives, and millions of others had sported, although less militaristic in its styling in an attempt to blend in. If nothing else, his blonde curls hid the scar on the right side of his head. It was a reminder he didn’t need to see every time he looked in a mirror.

At least the dreams hadn’t come last night. He hadn’t seen the faces of countless brothers lost, friends betrayed and presumed dead. Rex rubbed his hands over his face before glancing over to where his commlink was resting on the nightstand. There was no blinking light to alert him of a waiting message, and he sighed. He went through this same routine every morning, but the disappointment each time never seemed to abate.

She’ll call when she’s ready. For now, you just have to trust that she’s safe. Ahsoka has always been good at taking care of herself.

Hardly a day went by where he didn’t think of the young Togruta he’d come to view as a younger sister, hoping she was safe. While he had been eager to carry on the fight after the fall of the Republic, Ahsoka had needed time to grieve, unsure if there was any fight left in her, and he had chosen to respect that. She’d fought in a war and watched thousands die before her sixteenth year. She’d felt abandoned by the Jedi, and yet still returned, only to watch her men turn against her and lose everyone close to her yet again. Of course she was tired of it. Of course she needed time. He never doubted her competence or her ability to survive, but that didn’t make him any less worried about her.

The sound of ceramic tinkling in the kitchen outside of his bedroom drew his attention, alerting him that his companion was already awake, and judging by the sharp smell wafting past the door, in the middle of making another offensively strong batch of caf. He sighed.

She’s at it again, I see. Time to go face whatever chaos she’s created this morning.

Rex clambered out of bed, replacing the sheets, pillow, and comforter with his usual military precision, creased and folded back without a wrinkle in sight. Some habits were impossible to break, even after almost a year. He yanked on the pair of grey trousers he favored, buckling his belt and holster across his hips before pulling a loose-fitting light blue shirt over his shoulders, the worn fabric grazing his skin as the hem fell to his waist. While the civilian garment should have been far more comfortable than his armor kit, it left him feeling constantly exposed, a feeling he didn’t particularly care for.

He picked up the beat-up DL-44 from where he’d placed it the night before on the nightstand, turning it over in his hand for a quick inspection before he tucked it into his holster. The weight of the blaster still felt off in his hand, but with practice, he had grown more accustomed to it. He had never been a poor shot, but the unfamiliarity of the weapon concerned him, and he felt that he couldn’t allow for even the most minor mistakes at this point. Not with what was on the line. The war had been a constant threat to his life, but this was an entirely different sort of danger, with him embedded deep in enemy territory with a complete stranger as his partner.

Rex hoped that the information that they were planning to glean would prove to be worth the risk in the end. It still felt like they were chucking pebbles at a giant, hoping to somehow make a scratch, but he had to believe that in time, things would grow. The rebellion would spread. There had been rumors of uprisings across the galaxy, most of which had been quashed easily by the Empire, but that could change. It had to.

All it takes is one victory. And then another. Until then, we don’t stop fighting.

He had to believe that winning was a possibility; if not, then what was the point of going on? Rex was a soldier, loyal to a Republic that no longer existed, loyal to friends that were mostly dead, and now, loyal to a rebel faction that was outmatched in almost every way. Carrying on the fight seemed the best way to honor those that he’d lost in the hopes that those that were still alive might know the peace he and the rest of the Grand Army of the Republic had promised to deliver.

He paused at the door and listened to the silence on the other side. The quiet always made him nervous. Did she go back upstairs? Closing his eyes, he could still smell the caf, and then he heard a sigh and the shuffling of feet, barely perceptible through the door.

Nope. Still down here. Great.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed through the door for another day.

She had her back to him, staring out the kitchen window, a steaming mug of caf in her hand. The steam rose over her bare shoulders, and her dark blue sleeveless tunic hung down her back, slightly too large for her, but cinched at her waist with a belt. He could see her blinking data pad tucked into its slot at her thigh. There were new bandages wrapped around a few of her fingers, and he briefly wondered if they were soldering burns, cuts, or from some other mishap. Her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head in a mess that more resembled a loth cat nest than the sleek military buns Rex had become accustomed to from the female officers he’d served alongside the war. She’s a civilian, he reminded himself. You can’t expect her to hold herself to the same standards.

Although some standards wouldn’t hurt. Just a minimum of decorum.

Rex had never necessarily been a stickler for the rules or regulations, but he had no doubt his counterpart wouldn’t have lasted a day had she served in one of the civilian factions of GAR. He’d never commented on it before, but she was a downright slob, and it nagged at him even if he remained silent. The hairdo, ill-fitting wardrobe, and general clutter that followed her around seemed to perfectly encompass the technical specialist and her way of doing things: a fly-by-the-seat of your pants mess that still somehow got the job done.

He noted the second mug that was already sitting out for him alongside the sugar bowl and carafe of cream that she had undoubtedly used to make her drink more palatable. He never understood why she made it so strong only to add so many different things to it in order to be able to drink it. Even though Rex had always preferred his caf black, he could just barely tolerate the way she brewed it most days.

She turned, her bright blue eyes widening slightly in surprise as she snorted into her mug, slopping some of the liquid down her front. “KARK! Good morning. You startled me, Re – sorry.” She cut herself off before she finished his name, clearly bracing for a scolding.

Unable to stifle his reaction this time, Rex sighed in frustration. “How many times do I need to tell you to not use our real names here? You’re going to slip up and get us both killed,” he grumbled. “You’ve got to get used to saying it, and I have to get used to responding. We need to keep up the ruse here. Otherwise we run the risk of accidentally mixing things up when we’re out there and within earshot of Imperials.”

She dipped her head in apology, a slight mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Understood. But I uhh… thought you hated the name Lon anyway.”

“I do, but I understand what’s necessary for us to stay alive, Valla.” He emphasized her false name, dragging the syllables out, his eyebrows furrowed in a deep scowl.

She rolled her eyes, sipping from her mug again. “Fine, fine, Lon,” she bit back, mocking his emphasis. Reaching over, she slid the empty mug across the counter towards him.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he caught the mug just before it slipped off the edge of the counter, reaching for the caf press and pouring some of the nearly-black liquid into the mug. “You’re careless,” he stated flatly, trying to keep his nose from wrinkling at the incredibly bitter smell.

“And you’re uptight,” she muttered into her cup, tipping the last of the contents into her mouth and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Somehow, she already had grease on her wrist, and it smudged across her face.

Rex ignored the comment, bracing himself mentally for the first sip. He could hardly complain since she’d woken up before him. In fact, taking a closer look at her, he noticed the bags under her eyes and the droop in her shoulders. Her posture had always been terrible, but it seemed extra slouchy today. Her neck was tipped forward as if her head was almost too heavy to hold up, and her shoulders were hunched at such an extreme angle it made his spine ache just looking at her.

Perhaps she didn’t even go to sleep last night. Got wrapped up in another one of her science projects again.

She interrupted his observations as she reached across him to pour herself another cup. “So what’s the plan today then? Do we get to leave the compound?”

Her eagerness to step into danger read as naivete to Rex, and it annoyed him. It normally was an indication that the person didn’t fully comprehend or appreciate the situation they were in and didn’t understand how easily it could all fall apart. Frustratingly, it seemed no matter how much Rex preached caution, she ignored every warning, still nagging him to let her be more directly involved. But he didn’t trust her yet, and she’d done nothing to earn it in their short time together. How he’d gotten paired off with her to begin with was beyond him, but he’d been assured that their skill sets were the perfect complement for this particular venture.

She wouldn’t have been my first choice. Or second. Or tenth.

Even with all of his concerns and issues with her, he had to admit that while her methods were unconventional, they had been successful, at least so far. He once again wished there had been more in her personnel file to reveal her background and where she’d gotten her technical prowess, but it had been almost empty. It mentioned her engineering coursework she’d completed on Naboo, her estimated birthdate, and a few other facts and tidbits that weren’t particularly relevant to the work they were doing, but other than that, her background was a mystery, and that concerned him further.

No personal history means no work experience. No military service. Hardly any travel beyond her home planet. It’s like she’s spent the few decades of her life hiding out in her workshop and never setting foot outside.

Abandoning his misgivings for the moment, he turned to her. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ll head out to do some recon work in the area, but you need to stay on the waves here. We have to establish a baseline of what Imperials are stationed here and who’s responsible for what before we can start having any interactions that are worthwhile.”

She dumped another few scoops of sugar into her cup, her face pinching into a borderline pout as she reached for the cream. “I’ve spent the last few weeks doing nothing but that.” Rex’s face remained impassive, and she sighed dramatically, seeing that there would be no budging him. “Fine, but at some point, we should probably go out together at least once. We are supposed to be a newlywed couple after all. Otherwise people are going to think you murdered me and buried me in the backyard.”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” he muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” she said, shoving past him, sloshing some of the bitter liquid dangerously close to the edge of his mug. “Fine. If you need me, I’ll be in my cave.”

“As if you’d be anywhere else.”

She muttered something under her breath he didn’t catch in response. He listened to her tromp up the stairs, her boots falling louder than they feasibly should for a person her size. Turning his attention back out the kitchen window, he watched the dust swirl in the early morning winds as he finally took a sip of the caf. The bitterness overwhelmed him, and his eyes watered as he grimaced, exhaling sharply out of his nose before he managed to choke down the mouthful.

Can’t say I’m not awake now. But that’s as much as I can stand of that.

He took a look at the remaining caf in the cup, and with a deep sigh, walked to the back door of the dwelling, punching the unlock button. The door hissed open, and he stepped outside, dumping the remaining contents of his mug on the potted plant closest to him. It had started to wither after just the first week they’d been here, presumably because it was his regular disposal spot for the caf he couldn’t tolerate, and he had to hide his smile every time his partner made a comment about how she couldn’t figure out why it was dying. “Sorry” he whispered to the plant before stepping back inside and shutting the door behind him.

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Senna stepped into her “cave”, smiling to herself as some of the tension from the conversation with Rex evaporated. If one were to judge by the layout of the dwelling, this room had likely been intended to be an extra bedroom or perhaps an office. However, Senna was using it as a storage space for piles and piles of tech, tools, and junk that also doubled as her command center. Spare parts of hardware that she’d collected were strewn around the room in various states of repair, and she carefully picked her way to the desk tucked into one corner. Pushing some loose wire and her soldering tool aside, she settled her mug of caf within reach and slipped the headphones over her ears, punching on the holo computer’s power. The hum of the system booting up gave her a warm feeling in her stomach, and she grinned. “Good morning, baby. Ready for another fun day of foiling the Empire?” she asked quietly.

The computer beeped cheerily in response.

She tuned into the comm transmission frequencies she had identified as the ones most frequently used by the Empire, opened a notes application, and after masking her location, she logged into the Imperial database using the false credentials she’d been given prior to the mission. Tapping a few keys, the audio crackled into her earphones, and she leaned back in her chair, taking another swig of her caf. She grinned triumphantly as the first voices came in clear. She’d been up the entire night tweaking the modulator to try and increase the audio’s clarity, and it appeared her hours of cursing and the two electric shocks she’d experienced hadn’t been in vain. Idly, she picked at the fresh bandages on her fingers before shaking her head to clear her mind.

Alright, let’s get started.

Yanking the datapad from its pouch on her hip she began scrolling through the news feeds, searching for anything noteworthy that she could feed back to the captain. Lothal was an Outer Rim world that had largely been untouched by the war, but in the last few months, Imperial activity had skyrocketed. It couldn’t be denied that the planet was drastically in need of help after several large hits to its economy from drought and famine that went unaddressed during the war, but the new activity went above and beyond the standard aid that would normally be expected from the central government. And what’s more, it seemed that central government knew very little about what was actually planned for Lothal. The sudden uptick in activity had drawn the attention of many in the Imperial Senate, and while the inquiries of those attempting to have some insight over the Emperor had stalled, some back channel information had led to Rex and Senna being sent to investigate, although their activities were anything but sanctioned. Senna still wasn’t entirely sure how many in the Senate she still trusted, but from everything she’d seen at the mission briefing, this source was considered to be as reliable as they come, and that would have to be good enough for her.

Halfway through an article about the new job postings at Pryce Mining that were allegedly coming due to the Empire’s increased presence on Lothal and its need for resources, she felt a warm prickling sensation on the back of her neck. She slowly turned to find the captain standing in the doorway. He’d thrown a waist-length cloak around his shoulders and had hidden his blonde hair underneath a wide brimmed hat. He seemed pleased and perhaps slightly smug about the fact that he’d snuck up on her.

She spluttered again in surprise, choking on her caf and ripping off her earphones. “Would you STOP doing that? Just make some noise or something when you’re moving around, for Maker’s sake.” She dabbed at the caf she’d splattered down her front with a filthy rag from the corner of her desk. She knew it was a lost cause, and that this caf stain would join the other one from earlier along with countless grease marks and other mystery stains. Tossing the rag aside, she glared at Rex, who smirked as he leaned into the room, not daring to try and place a boot among the mess.

“How do you even function in here? I’ve seen cleaner bantha pens.”

She huffed in annoyance. “Did you actually need something, or are you just here to criticize how I do things?”

His smirk faded as he straightened, eyebrows furrowing again into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. “I’m heading out. Do you need me to grab anything?”

“I’m almost out of sugar again,” she replied.

“Can’t imagine why.”

Senna’s annoyance deepened. “If you’re going to give me shit, then why ask?” When he didn’t say anything, she rolled her eyes. “Would you just pick some up on the way home please? And we could use some more noodles.”

“All you eat is noodles.”

“They’re easy.”

“Fine. Noodles and sugar it is.” He turned to leave. “Try to find something useful for us to go on today.”

Her attention already back on her datapad, she waved a hand at him absently. “Yeah, yeah.”

Appearing to suddenly remember something else, he turned back one more time. “It would also be nice if I had a speeder bike that was usable to get around on.”

She looked up at him through her eyebrows. “You have one.”

“It’s in pieces outside.”

“I put it mostly back together. You’re welcome for the improvements I made, by the way. The fluid lines were super worn out and caked with sludge.”

“I walked by it this morning, and the brake compressor cables are still dangling loose on the side. I think it’s safe to assume those are important.”

She sighed. “Yes alright, I’ll get to it today. Any other technical upgrades you require while you’re out?” she asked mockingly, her patience continuing to wear thin. She didn’t like to be bothered when she worked.

“A working comm would be nice,” he replied.

Senna had absolutely noticed the commlink that never seemed to move from Rex’s nightstand, and for a moment, she considered mentioning it. But, the captain had a particular way of operating, and ultimately, she found he really hated having to explain things when she asked questions. If he hasn’t brought it up, then maybe it’s best not to ask. It’ll save me a painful conversation filled with more annoyed glares and disappointed sighs from him anyway. Turning in her chair, she dug under a pile in one corner of the desk, pulling out a scratched up comm and tossing it to him. “That should work.”

He stared at the item in his hand with obvious concern. “Where did you even get this?”

“One of our neighbors threw it out the other day. Couldn’t believe it. All it needed was some wiring replaced. It should work. Go on, power it up.”

Rex clicked on the commlink, and she grabbed her own device, holding it up to her lips and whispering, “Go get me some sugar for my caf, Lon.”

Rex didn’t bother to hide his exasperation as he clicked off the device and tucked it into his belt before turning on his heel to leave. “Stop going outside and picking through people’s trash. It’s strange and could draw attention.”

“I think you mean ‘Thank you, my wonderful fake wife! You’re so resourceful and good at anticipating my needs’!” she called after him. All she got in return was yet another sigh and some muttering that she couldn’t discern. A few moments later, she heard the front door of the dwelling hiss shut and turned her chair to watch out the window as he strode away, losing sight of him as he turned the corner and disappeared behind the outer wall.

Shrugging back into her seat, she pulled one of her feet up onto the chair cushion and rested her head on her knee as she continued scrolling through the comm channels, making notes about which Imperial officer was saying what. Over the last few weeks, she’d been able to identify a good chunk of the command infrastructure that the Empire had put in place on Lothal. She had mapped out the command hierarchy and who was responsible for what tasks, but even with all of that information, she still hadn’t managed to impress the captain or even satisfy him in the slightest. She wasn’t sure exactly what was gnawing at him or why he took such issue with her, but she had decided to not be overly concerned with it.

No one had explicitly told her he was a clone, but it had been apparent to her from the start, and once he’d introduced himself as Rex, she knew exactly who he was, but had never let on. He had made some references to being a soldier during their always-brief interactions, and so she assumed he was fine with her knowing that he was a clone, but she had never pushed the conversation further. The darkness that would reach across his face when the war came up and he became lost in the memories made it abundantly clear to her that it was not a topic he liked to revisit. She’d noted the light scarring on the right side of his head before his hair had grown long enough to cover it. She’d heard the rumors that some clones had removed their inhibitor chips, but again, it was not a topic she wished to broach, for both of their sakes.

The end of the war had come as a shock to everyone, and it wasn’t something she wanted to discuss either. While the outcome of the war had never been certain for anyone, never in her wildest dreams had Senna imagined this would be the result, the Republic gone and replaced by the Empire. She had to imagine Rex hadn’t either; it was apparent that something still haunted him, and while she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, she certainly had her suspicions as to what that was. She had heard him yelling himself awake sometimes at night while she was upstairs tinkering and had always opted to pretend the sound didn’t make it to her. She assumed he’d done the same when she woke up screaming. The war was over, but the nightmares persisted, which was why she often chose caf and her work over unconsciousness. Her bed was too soft compared to what she was used to sleeping on anyway, and when she was stooped over a broken piece of hardware, the sparks of her soldering iron seemed to stave off the fingers of darkness that reached out to drag her back into her nightmares.

At least awake, she had some control.

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