More General Disaster! Um…. sorry that it’s a little sad? And also short.
For (belated *coughs*) clone day! (CW: suicide mention.)
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and now we resume screaming
Tag: cody
if you’re still game for clone prompts, [cody/rex/obi-wan] cody and rex being really upset over obi-wan getting hurt but they don’t want to show it even though they’re like one second away from losing their cool
Rex is
pacing. Has been since they first arrived at the med bay, walking, not running,
but only just. He’s got his helmet off and has been filling the air with a
soft, steady stream of curses since they were first told they could not go in,
not yet.Cody
still has his helmet on, and is standing stalk still next to door. It doesn’t
even look like he’s breathing. He sure doesn’t feel like he is.The door
hisses open, and both men jump, attention snapping to Kix, as the medic peers
out into the hallway.“He’s
awake and stable. Come on in, but try to avoid stressing him out, okay?”Rex lets
out a harsh, barking laugh that holds absolutely no humor, and Cody catches his
hand and squeezes. Rex squeezes back and they enter together.Obi-Wan
looks too pale, too fragile, lying there in the bed. Karn is talking softly to
his General, but when he hears the other two clones enter, he looks up, nods to
his Commander, and silently slips from the room.The
silence remains, even after the medic is gone. Cody’s hands are tight, shaking
fists behind his back, and Rex is holding onto his bucket tight enough to make
his knuckles go white.Obi-Wan
breaks the smothering silence first. “Cody, Rex―”“Fuck.” Rex
moves before Cody even realizes he’s doing it, crossing to the bedside and
catching Obi-Wan’s lips in a long kiss that seems more panic and relief than
passion. Cody joins more slowly, taking Obi-Wan’s undamaged hand and holding it
tightly.“We were
so scared,” Rex breathes, when he finally breaks the kiss. Obi-Wan blinks up at
them, disoriented from the drugs Kix and Karn gave him, and from the kiss.“Don’t
you dare do something that stupid ever again,” Cody adds. He still hasn’t taken
off his helmet, and his voice is too cold, too brittle. Rex and Obi-Wan both
frown, and Obi-Wan makes a small, ‘come here’ motion with his hand.Cody
goes, and lets Obi-Wan tug off his helmet with the Force. There are tear-tracks
staining his tan cheeks, and as he finally allows himself to relax in the
knowledge that their Jedi is going to be okay, his hands start to tremble.“Oh,
Love,” Obi-Wan breathes, and pulls Cody to him gingerly, stroking his hair and
kissing his face, while Rex sit on his other side, face buried in the crook of
Obi-Wan’s neck, arms loosely around his waist.They end
up falling asleep like that, curled up together. No one disturbs them.
Star Wars Prompt: Obi-Wan, Any, Phoenix.
Well i hope you wanted some Codywan sexual tension and tattoos because that’s what this became lol
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Cody is certain he’s seen his General undressed at least once before, but perhaps he’s mistaken. Because he certainly would remember something like that. Kenobi has just shimmied out of his robes, wringing out the excess water now that they were out of the pouring rain. Cody’s intent on doing the same, but he’s thoroughly distracted by the sight of Kenobi’s back.
There is a phoenix, a tattoo. It’s wings are spread across Kenobi’s shoulders, with it’s tail feathers come down to the point of a star before disappearing into the General’s waistband. The colors shift from red to gold as Kenobi moves and Cody is certain for a moment that it would be warm to the touch even with the frigid rain still beating down. Cody finds himself staring at it for far longer than is appropriate.
After a moment Obi-wan seems to notice eyes on him and he turns, looking at Cody and raising a brow.
“It’s a starbird.” Kenobi tells him unprompted. He uses his wrung out tunic to sop up some of the water dripping from his hair. “They’re like Phoenixes, but they rebirth themselves in the hearts of stars.”
Cody has moved to him before he realises it, his own armour only half-removed. Obi-wan doesn’t move away. For a moment their eyes meet and Obi-wan nods almost imperceptibly. Cody closes the last bit of distance and presses his fingertips to that tattoo, tracing along the edges of the wings. He slowly moves them down to where the image disappears into his pants.
“What’s the rest of it?” Cody asks him. His voice coming out softer than intended, not wanting to break the moment.
“It’s the symbol for the Jedi order.” Obi-wan says and turns his head back toward Cody. “I can show you the rest if you’d like.”
Cody swallows hard and nods.
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<sorry to cut off before any smut lol. go look up starbirds on wookieepedia>
Ewan McGregor / Photography by Hunter & Gatti / For GQ Germany June 2016
THAT AU THAT NOBODIES WRITTEN YET WHERE THE CLONES DISCOVER THEIR GENERAL IS COVERED IN SWEET INK.
…..
AND THEN THEY SUCK HICKEY’S INTO ALL OF HIS TATTOOED.
YES THIS THING PLEASE?!
DIBS OUT IN WRITING IT.
Being a generous soul I offered @the-last-hair-bender an intro to write this out.
Whatever happened to the General during the two hours he spent off comms, the man doesn’t sound any worse off for it, though he does inform Cody that there was water and his shirt had to be sacrificed.
It’s half-bitching and half-trusting Cody to be there with some clothes when Obi-Wan lands, because Cody has a long-standing tradition to provide for his fool of a Jedi, whether that fool of a Jedi likes it or not.
What he neglected to mention to Cody is.
One, just how soaking wet he still is
(pants clinging to his thighs sinfully, far more muscled than Cody might have imagined them so far, with a happy trail of fine strawberry blonde hair disappearing into them; hair dripping, chest still lucid)
and the fact that the man has more tattoo than any brother Cody has ever met.
There’s a large one on his right bicep,
(another part of his Jedi with far more muscles than one would have believed the man to possess, by watching him clothed)
a heart stabbed through by a blaster bolt, on a bed of white flowers, with a strip of flimsi curling around it twice. It reads CERASI on to the top of the flimsi and MELIDA/DAAN on the bottom of it.
Underneath that, on his forearm, is a detailed sketch of what Cody can recognize as Mandalore, that wraps around the whole thing and terminates just above the strip of his skin his cuffs will occasionally rise up to show.
On his chest, there’s a crudely drawn anatomical human heart on the skin above where his real heart is. It looks carved out of his flesh and it’s branded raw with the symbol of the Jedi Order.
On his left flank, words in aurebesh wrap around the curve of his side, reading: There Is No Emotion There Is Peace, There Is No Ignorance There Is Knowledge, There Is No Passion There Is Serenity, There Is No Chaos There Is Harmony, There Is No Death, There Is The Force.
There is a flash of pink on the left of his chest, a blue lightsaber blade and then a pink one and then two more, in different colors. They feel like some sort of tribute, or tally marks of some sort.
His stomach is a mosaic works of planetary views or glimpses of action, with a little side spot for the corner of a red and black face, yellowed teeth bared in confusion, and bathed into blue light by a lightsaber the color of Obi-Wan’s own.
His left arm is inked completely blue, with a galaxy of stars that turn out to be made of tiny helmets, when Obi-Wan drops down next to Cody, each of them almost hard to discern it’s so little and every single one of them bearing the paint of one of Cody’s dead vods.
*sits and whimpers* Damn you, damn you and damn my tattoo kink.
Sex Tropes as a PWP writing meme.
GUESS WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS AND IS WRITING A LOT OF CODY/REX PORNS!!! IF YOU GUESSED THIS BITCH, YOU’D BE RIGHT!!
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1. Laughing During Sex
2. “Wow I did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and I’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it”
3. Someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away
Translations:
gedt’ye – Please
Udesiir – relax
Ni’ll hiibir jate baatir be gar – I’ll take care of youpornity porn porn porn porn!
Unspoken Rules of being a clone
- Brothers fight together and help one another
- Never let harm come to another brother if you can prevent it
- Never tell the jedi if you’re having nightmares
- Never tell the jedi about the mini-golf course the ARC’s built in the Couresaunt barracks.
- If the jedi get weird, just roll with it.
6. Do not eat anything the Wolfpack provides you without extensive questioning first unless it’s in its original packaging. If you’re told ‘don’t ask’, don’t eat it.
7. Yes, regaining consciousness on the floor of the refresher, covered in blood, with various injuries and/or no memory of what you were doing the night before is one of those things that should be reported to a medic.
8. Your mouth is not a field toxin test.
9. Trading armor with one of your brothers and swapping identities for the day is an acceptable form of entertainment, just try not to get deployed with the wrong battalion.
10. Share your contraband.
Oh my god I need so many armor-swap fics PLEASE
Jfc I need all the goddamn armor swap fics. All of them.
5: Applies particularly to the 212th, 7th Sky, and the 501st. Daily.
6. Wolffe is a lying asshole who is far too entertained by watching brothers try to eat Kel Dor rations. Do not trust him unless he’s telling you to do something involving killing clankers.
7. DAMMIT FIVES, WE MEANT WHAT WE SAID THE FIRST SIX TIMES THIS HAPPENED TO YOU.
8. GODSDAMMIT, FIVES!
9. Rex and Cody do this one day that’s supposed to be a nice, quiet, off-day of no battles. Then shit hits the fan. Cody has an awesome day of basically getting to act like a crazy person, which he usually represses because Dignity and Commanding Officer; Rex basically spends his day trying to figure out how Cody does his job WITHOUT acting like a crazy person, because what even is all this shit, how do you even–why is this even a thing??
(Also he’s kind of terrified they’ll promote him, because he’s good at it. Kenobi isn’t allowed to say a word. No. Do not. Will blow you daily for the rest of the war, just PLEASE DO NOT TELL CODY I CAN DO HIS JOB.)
10. Cody and Rex get so drunk afterwards.
Jedi Prompts Obi-Wan & Rex Week: War Against the Odds 3
It’s really looking like I just ought to post the “Rako Hardeen fallout where Rex is undercover and does The Voice” fic to AO3, given how much I reference it. I don’t think you need to read it, if you haven’t, but this takes place shortly afterwards.
Day 3 Prompt – Coping
Unsure
Leave
In which Cody is a possessive Bastard.
The first time he sees it, Cody is sure he’s just imagining things. Rex wouldn’t flirt with another vod’s general like that, not right out in the open.
The second time he sees it.
Well, let’s just say Rex is going down.
loud cackling.
I do appreciate a possessive Cody, ‘specially one who doesn’t hesitate to set boundaries and this is just perfect.
The pissy mood is strong in this one.
The Sleeping and The Not – PunsBulletsAndPointyThings – Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Day Two – Uncomfortable
(Thanks @nautolanshenanigans and @norcumi for throwing ideas at me for this one!)
It’s not the worst storm Kamino has ever seen, but it’s the worst the clones have. The wind is howling like a demon, the rain slicing down like needles.
The sea is a choppy mess of swirling green water that seemed to pulse with rage, slapping at the landing pad the clones are standing on with angry white claws. They’ve trained for this, over and over in the simulation pools. But this is the first time they’ll be doing a real life wet crash drill.
No one speaks, but feet shift restlessly as the drop ship lands, buffeted by wind and rain, fingers tightening on the empty blasters they’ve carried with them from the age of five onward, when they were first presented with the high powered rifles.
The ship lands and Cody raises a hand on the air, two fingers circling on an unspoken order to load up. His troopers, the best of the best of the best, like he is, board into the drop ship,holding onto the straps that hang down.
The ship lifts up off the platform, the wind sweeping it immediatly over the water. “Today.” Cody yells into his bucket mic, voice barely carrying over the wind, rain, and screaming engines, already set to malfunction. “We are crashing. You know what to do. You’ve done this a hundred times inside. But today is special. We’re not inside today. Today we fight the ocean, and make no mistake, that bitch is trying to kill you. You know what to do. You’ve done this a hundred times. Make me proud.”
“SIR,YES, SIR.” Fifteen clones shout back at him.
The engines roar until they splutter, the drop ship shuddering hard, alarms scream overhead as the ship plunges towards the killing sea.
“Grab your brothers.” Cody yells. “We all make it back. Do you hear me?”
“WE HEAR YOU, SIR.” His men yell back, grabbing onto their diving buddies.
The drop ship hits water, and hits hard. The cockpit, piloted by droids, crumples under the force of it. The clones pant to expand their lungs and suck in massive breaths seconds before they hit.
It’s chaos. Lights flash in the blackness of the water as the drop ship sinks, and two clones find themselves trapped by the cargo net at the back of the ship. They’re cut loose, grabbed by their brothers who keep their heads through the madness, as they’ve been trained to.
It’s a hard swim up to the surface, a harder swim when they break through, treading waves that dry to slap them back under and trap them there.
“SOUND OFF. Cody shouts and one by one his troopers call out. Fourteen names. They’ve lost a man in the chaos of the crash. Cody wants to tell his men to dive and search for their brother, the lesson of Never leave a man behind drilled into his brain. But he knows, he knows Gear is already dead, and he refuses to lose any more men on a dead man.
“TIE YOURSELVES TOGETHER.” Cody shouts, though his men have already started to weave themselves into a raft. The armour has air pockets to help with flotation.
Fourteen men desperately fight to keep themselves afloat in the storm that’s doing its best to kill them. The rescue ship is coming, they know it is. They just don’t know when.
It takes an hour. A drop ship thundering low over the waves towards them. They’re pulled from the water, warming blankets dropped over their shivering bodies, and flown back in to home base for a debriefing and hot chow.
They’ve passed their first real life simulation with minimal casualties. Another year, and they’ll be ready for war.
I really really love this.
I love how the descriptions flow and let you know all you need to know without overhwelming you with useless informations.
They are vivid flashes of image that fill in the details around the men.I love that you give us this glimpse of their training and how deeply *military* this feels in all the right ways (your knowledge coming through is always a beautiful thing).
That note about the mics already set to ‘malfunction’ and the difficulty of being heard, it’s just like the little bit of cherry on top of a Sundae of awesome.And then you drop them, and us, in and I had this flash of image in my mind, of dark and electrical lights flickering in the water, bubbles rising, the net trapping the two troopers, signals that they know will come but are only half seen…It gave me chills.
Just like Cody’s centarinty that Gear was gone broke my heart (no one should die during training, NO ONE) and chilled me deep.
Cody just *knows* it and he knows that if sends other after him they might not come back and he makes the hard choice.
He makes it sound easy, but it’s not. It’s really not.And then there’s the idea of them in the water, for an hour, just keeping afloat, tied to each other, with who knows what swimming beneath them potentially and just waiting for the dropship to come get them, holding on and holding together.
It’s really, really affecting.
Wonderfully written, honey.
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