#Cody and Fox cheat

[clonemando]

A Kiss a Day in May

Day 27- Playful Kisses

Wolffe/Stone

Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.

No one knew who started the competition but every clone knew the rules. If you had a partner who was a Guard then the moment your ship touched ground on Coruscant you were on the clock. Every surprise kiss was a point, bonus points for kisses where a natborn might see you.

As soon as they landed, Wolffe was off like a rocket having used batchmate privileges to get Stone's schedule from Fox. Pouncing him right into a maintenance closet Wolffe delighted in Stone's laughter as he kissed him silly.

"We're still in the lead by two points" he cheered.

[padawan-snack-packer]

Don't imagine Rex quietly fixing a younger clone’s armor after hours, muttering, "you gotta take better care of yourself, kid," while he polishes each scratch like it’s sacred.

Don't imagine Fives trying to teach shinies how to play cards, cheating outrageously so they win, whooping and hollering like they’re champions of the galaxy, and slipping a few credits into their pockets when no one's looking.

Don't imagine Cody staying up all night after a tough battle because he's personally stitching medals of bravery into the empty bunks of fallen troopers, so when they’re remembered, they’re remembered right.

Don't imagine Hardcase giving away his dessert rations to any clone who looks even remotely sad, acting like it’s a prank or a dare so no one knows he’s doing it out of love.

Don't imagine Echo re-learning how to shoot left-handed after his injury, stubbornly, painstakingly, so he can teach other injured clones that they’re not broken — just different.

Don't imagine Jesse carving tiny little messages into the walls of every base they’re stationed at. Messages like "501st were here. We fought. We lived." like he's trying to leave proof they mattered.

Don't imagine Dogma leaving tiny notes in people's lockers that just say "you’re doing good." "you’re brave." "I believe in you." — and then feeling too shy to admit it was him.

Don't imagine Wolffe pretending to be annoyed when Boost and Sinker sneak stray animals into the barracks, but secretly building a little hidden shelter for them behind the hangar.

Don't imagine Kix memorizing the medical charts of every single brother in his battalion — birthdays, allergies, old injuries — because he doesn’t trust the GAR systems to care enough (and he's 30000% right).

Don't imagine Tup tending to a tiny makeshift garden in the middle of a warzone with whatever seeds and scraps he can find, because "something’s gotta grow, sir."

Don't imagine Rex carrying every goodbye letters and notes he never got to say or give tucked in the seams of his armor or in a chest under his bed — every brother he couldn’t save, every friend he couldn’t reach — and still standing up the next morning because someone has to lead, and if not him, then who?

Don't imagine Waxer carrying around a crumpled, dirty drawing of Numa from Ryloth in a hidden pocket inside his armor, smoothing it out and smiling every time he feels like the war is eating him alive.

Don't imagine Boil pretending to grumble about it but secretly checking the drawing too, mouthing, "stay safe, little one," before every mission because part of his heart never left Ryloth.

Don't imagine Bly sketching little comic strips in the margins of his field reports to make Aayla laugh during debriefings — and still carrying the last one he never got to show her, tucked inside his chest plate.

Don't imagine Colt teaching his new ARC trainees how to properly tie a tourniquet and lecturing them seriously, but at the end quietly handing each of them a little lucky charm, like an old Republic credit or a braided cord, "for good luck, kid."

Don't imagine Appo still wearing a piece of Fives' blue paint on his armor as a "tradition" without telling anyone where it came from or why it matters so much.

Don't imagine Fox locking himself in his office after long shifts guarding Coruscant because he can’t stand seeing the brothers’ faces when they look at him like he’s a stranger now — so he sits in the dark and listens to the old 501st comms chatter recordings, just to feel something again.

Don't imagine Jesse and Kix starting a stupid prank war in the barracks where they replace each other's ration packs with terrible "mystery meat," laughing until Rex threatens to demote them — but Kix sneaks Rex a spiked caf packet later as revenge.

Don't imagine Tup painting tiny flowers on the inside of his helmet where no one can see them, tiny bursts of color against the cold plastoid — because he wants to carry beauty into battle even if no one else knows.

Don't imagine Dogma standing at the memorial wall and reading every single name out loud, even the ones he never knew, because he thinks someone should.

Don't imagine Waxer and Boil talking about "after the war" plans, like opening a repair shop on Ryloth, taking in lost kids, making sure no one else has to grow up the way they did — and laughing about it like it could actually happen.

Don't imagine Fives pulling a prank so chaotic that even Rex laughs — real, loud, helpless laughter — and Fives looking absolutely stunned before grinning like he'd just been handed the whole galaxy.

Don't imagine Rex tracing the scars on his hands sometimes without realizing, as if he’s trying to memorize every mistake, every battle, every time he almost didn’t make it — and then closing his fist around them like a promise to keep going.

Don't imagine Kix secretly saving every "thank you" note the boys have ever given him — crumpled sticky notes, bad handwriting, a piece of torn armor that just says "thanks doc" — tucked into his med kit like the most valuable supplies he owns.

[antrylis]

✨More Clones Brickheadz !✨

Since I acquired the Small Cody (40675), I found that there was an untapped mine. Why would they only make one ? Well. I don't have an answer to that, but I decided to take matters into my own one; so behold : 11 more. I went mostly for commanders here, but then I went a bit astray and so I added some captains to the mix.

In order, row by row :

Tukk (Not cannon but the colours are so beautiful)/Vaungh (died too soon-)/Rex (obviously)/Fordo (I did Rex, so I had to)

Gree/Doom/Thorn/Neyo

Bly/Cody/Fox/Wolffe

It was a really fun project, and I hope to do more of them in the future - maybe even phase 1s, some day~); supposedly not commanders because I did most of them (except Bacara, I know...The helmet was too tough).

And because I really like challenges, if you want to see another clone turned into one of these (Be it cannon or one of your ocs) feel free to send requests in my aksbox !)

Anyway this post is already far too long for anyone's dashboard, so closeups and details will be under the cut !

Let's start with the easy ones : Cody, Doom, Fox, Thorn

Obviously, Cody was easy, I just rebuilt the original one virtually - Nothing too hard. The printed pieces here are not the right ones, because Cody's are not available on STUDio yet, but the storm trooper ones were relatively similar, so I used these for most of these models. Of course, it means I'm lacking the sun bands, and a few other distinctive elements, but it works well enough for now.

Now, Doom is essentially a colour variation (minus a few antennas). I also used an old space piece, which has this big yellow arrow printed on it. I's not exactly what Doom has, but I feel like it's close enough for a first attempt.

Then, Fox is relatively similar to Doom, but with two DC-17s. I also moved the printed torso brick up to get that red line he has.

Thorn works in a similar way to Cody too, except I removed both accessories on the side of the helmet. I also added this tile with diagonal lines to figure the wings he has. One day I'll slap some real wings on there, but I haven't found the right image yet. I also gave him a Z-6, obviously. I really like it, so I might actually make that one physically, because the way it's build (with old binocular pieces) is pretty nice; although I doubt the pieces are available in black.

Moving on to two captains : Vaughn and Tukk !

Admittedly, not really that different either, except for one thing : I learnt to do custom prints now ! Yay ! Well, these are really basic : the blue line for Vaughn, and some trapezoids for Tukk's helmet (which are, indeed, not visible here - shame, I spent so long making these fit). The Ahsoka pattern was already in STUDio (because Ahsoka already has her own brickheadz, which I'll get my hands on someday~)

I must also add that having some cyan in this whole thing added some much needed colours in here, I'm grateful some people give their clones amazing colours (If somehow someone doesn't know who Tukk is, well just check High Ground Animation. Right now. It's really cool, trust me). Anyway.

As for design changes, I modified the faces slightly by adding 1x1 tiles, to allow for different colours variations on the face. It makes them look slightly blockier, but given the overall size of the head, it doesn't do much.

I also gave Vaughn a DC-15A. It's a bit messy, but it works out well enough. Past me forgot to render it, so here is a raw, in-software picture of it (from Fordo(s hand, but it's the same design for both) :

BARC helmets ? Wolffe, Fordo, Neyo

As I've been told, these look a bit wonky, and I'll admit its wasn't exactly easy, but in my defence, it's relatively hard to get such round shapes with bricks (lego cheated by adding the visor). Anyway, given that doing that with a printed piece was out of the question, I tried to replicate the filter's shape with actual bricks, and I used a printed piece which, technically, is Lando's moustache, but downward. I'd say it does the job relatively well.

I also added a rangefinder to Wolffe, which is a little big compared to everyone else's antennas, but It's still relatively to scale with the head itself. No custom prints for him (not sure where I would find the correct pattern images ?), but I've done it for Fordo and Neyo. Fordo obviously has his well deserved Jaig eyes (and who knew it would be that difficult to find a picture of that on internet ?), and Neyo has his symbol on the helmet, chest plate, and the shoulder not shown here.

The really tinkered ones : Gree, Bly, Rex :

Here, it was a matter of trials and errors to figure out just how to get the shapes right.

I actually started with Bly, by removing the previous visor and adding the macrobinoculars first, then I tried to shape the helmet around. Truth is, it doesn't make sense technically : the two separated parts of the helmet do not connected at all, if you remove the equipment. Luckily, no one has to know that.

Next is Gree. It took me some time to figure out how to properly get a round feel, but I feel like it's as good as I can make it like this. Colour-wise, it was surprisingly difficult to find how to balance the different shades of green, and equally hard was to figure out which silvery colour would render well in STUDio. The answer lied, as it always does, in Bionicle. Of course, none of these pieces exist in this colour, but it's not really my main problem (because none of the coloured printed pieces exist either).

Finally, Rex...He gave me some trouble, I have to admit. Firstly, the part-designing software decided to have some trouble with custom prints, which was problematic, because I simply couldn't do Rex without jaig eyes (and Fordo already had his). Then, I started with Gree's base and tried to go from there to fit Rex's custom helmet. I ended up using Boba Fett's printed visor piece for Rex, because these were all triangles. I also got rid of the printed chest piece and used some black plates to simulate the pouch he has; while also adding a a few more custom printed pieces for the arms and pauldron (barely visible, but they're here. I'm not entirely happy with it, but I don't see much other solutions than more and more custom prints, which isn't my goal, so it'll stay like that for now.

Anyway, that's way too much rambling for one post, so I'll just end by saying that next week I'll post an alt version of this whole build [here !], with some 'slight' colour alterations. Definitely nothing big.

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s masterlist

CT-Casa" – Life Among 1000 Brothers (and You in the Middle)

Headcanons: Nat-Borns in the Cloning Residential Complex

1. You get nicknames. Immediately.

Your real name? Forget it.

Fives calls you "Civvie."

Jesse goes with "Roomie Non-Clone"

Kix just calls you "Patient Zero" because you had to sneeze once.

After a week, everybody knows you and you? You are still trying to figure out who is who.

2. You start making a mind map on your wall:

Hardcase = loud, loves snacks and caboom

Kix = medical madman (can somehow teleport??)

Fives = Charm. Too much charm. Forbidden sexy

Cody = looks like the boss. IS HE THE BOSS???

Fox = Mr. No-Bullshit, caff-addicted, chronically tired

Wolffe = dark and broody, (softie)

3. You are the cultural connection to the "normal world."

You bring "weird food" – for example, sushi, vegan sandwiches, or spinach.

Hardcase asks if that's legal.

Waxer wants the recipe.

Kix asks if it has healing properties.

Fox... looks at it as if it could explode.

4. Your daily life is not normal.

Your coffee machine is missing? Fox "borrowed" it because of an emergency (he'll bring it back. With better coffee inside.)

You want to take a shower? Echo has "optimized" the hot water. Now you need an access card.

You're sitting on the balcony? Jesse rappels down from the roof, greets you, and asks if you've seen his cap.

5. You're in 3 group chats, whether you like it or not.

"Floor 3: Tactics & Tea" (It’s the 212th, though they mostly use it to gossip)

"Civil Anomalies: Observation & Protection" (set up by Fox, you have admin rights. No one knows why.)

"MealPlanOrg.exe" (because the 501st needs weekly schedules, otherwise there will be 40 servings of spaghetti on Tuesday)

6. The clones ALWAYS help you.

You’re carrying your groceries? Three clones jump up – carrying everything, building you a new shelf, and offering you a safety training.

Your lamp is broken? Wolffe has a toolkit with him.

You have a broken heart? Tup writes you a poem, Kix brings tea, Jesse offers a distraction mission ("We're catching Fox's cat. It got away.“ Fox doesn’t have a cat.)

7. You are the benchmark for fashion.

Once you wear a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie.

Suddenly, that's the look of the week.

Fives buys seven hoodies.

Dogma asks you what a "washing machine" is.

Thorn combines hoodie with cape.

You have no control anymore.

8. Your door is NEVER safe.

Fox has a master key.

Fives can outsmart it.

Cody just complained his way in.

Kix just magically materialised every time you say anything close to “ow”.

It’s really like this one episode of “friends”, where Monica goes: “Hello people, who do not live here.” But with a ton of clones.

You wake up, and someone is sitting on your sofa: "We're doing the night shift, but it's quieter here. Thank you, civilian."

9. You're slowly becoming an expert in clone psychology.

You can tell the difference between Cody's "please no questions" and Rex's "say something, I'm begging you."

You can tell by his voice whether Fives is tired or just planning a prank.

You have an emotional connection with Grizzer (the Guard's dog) – he likes you more than Jesse. Jesse is hurt.

10. You will become part of the system.

You give plant tips in the 212th Garden Club.

You sit on the Guard's fashion team (against your will, but Fox respects your color taste).

You are the "independent jury" for the Clone of the Month competition. (No one respects your choice, but they ask you again anyway.)

Wolffe lets you join their morning runs (he forced you to join them). You cheat every time. Boost and Sinker noticed, but you bribe them with cookies.

11. And at some point… you feel at home.

You have favorite clones (not that you would ever tell them. They’ll get cranky)

You get invitations to family dinners – from 200 people.

You get a clone name. (Abbreviation: Z-99. Nickname: "Zee.")

You even have a door sign: "Civilian, but adopted."

[phoenixyfriend]

I only have twelve options or I'd have added more (like Yoda, and Fives, and Plo, and Quinlan)

Could do a tournament but this'll do for now

[ct7567329]

Clone Headcanon: The clones regularly race in their blacks and socks sliding down empty hallways.

I had a little ~too much~ fun with this one 🕺

Cody insists he’s just there to supervise, but when the others get a particularly competitive race going, he is "peer pressured" to join in. He’s surprisingly fast, so everyone is suspicious he’s been secretly practicing.

Rex claims he’s “too old for this,” but the others have definitely caught him taking a solo slide late at night when no one’s watching.

Fives always bets on the races. He's always competitive in nature, so he’s usually found trash-talking everyone else while he lines up for a perfect launch.

Echo brings the “fairness” rulebook (which he makes up on the spot), and is always changing the rules mid-race to give himself an advantage.

Hardcase turns it into a slip n slide style race, running as fast as possible before leaping into a superman-style glide. He once ended up crashing into a wall, much to the amusement of the rest of the 501st.

Jesse sets up “lanes” with spare pieces of gear, and if someone knocks them over, they’re disqualified (even though he’s definitely cheated his own rule more than once).

Kix always has the medkit ready, but he joins in the moment he thinks no one’s paying attention. He’ll slide down the hall, then pretend he was just “inspecting the flooring for any hazards."

Tup loves the thrill but gets the giggles halfway down every time, usually ending up in a tangle of limbs and laughter with whoever’s nearby.

Dogma treats it like a precision drill. He times himself and constantly works on his form. The others make fun of his seriousness, but they secretly are jealous of how fast he’s gotten.

Hevy goes all out from the start, sprinting hard and diving into his slides like he’s storming a Separatist base. He’s infamous for knocking over finish markers and sending himself skidding halfway down the hall when he gets a little too excited.

Cutup, being the comedian of the group, is heckling everyone mid-slide and pulling faces as he glides past. His signature move is the exaggerated “slow-motion fall,” complete with fake flailing and dramatic groaning as he crashes out in style.

Droidbait gives it his all but usually ends up crashing into someone (or something) by the end of the slide. Echo and Fives have an unofficial tally board tracking how many times he’s knocked over a crate, a signpost, or even just himself mid-race.

Waxer and Boil bring snacks, setting up a “snack stand” for a quick bite before everyone resumes their races. They’re also the ones who inevitably spill something slippery that makes the whole race even more chaotic.

Wolffe is all gruff disapproval at first, but even he gets swept up in the energy. He prefers short, powerful launches and takes pride in having the best “take-off” technique.

Fox shows up at the end of a race to deliver a serious lecture about “maintaining decorum,” but everyone notices he’s wearing literally 3 pairs of socks.

Gregor turns it into a full-contact sport, cannonballing into the other racers with his signature unhinged laugh, leaving chaos in his wake.

Bly insists on bringing an even more competitive edge to the races, declaring “official tournaments” and even drawing up brackets with matchups. He’s very serious about the honor of being the hallway sliding champion and will absolutely call for rematches if he loses.

Howzer slides with a mix of style and precision, always landing perfectly at the finish with a grin, earning both cheers and groans from his brothers. He’s usually the one trying to keep things (somewhat) under control, shouting things like, “No crashes or the General’s going to kill us!” while still fully participating and crashing regardless.

Fireball brings pure reckless energy to the races, launching himself into dramatic, wild slides that send gear flying. He’s the one who tries to pull stunts mid-slide, like spins or exaggerated poses, and ends up crashing into the finish line every time. This is where him and Hardcase became the best of friends.

Thorn treats the hallway races like a battlefield, sliding in with dramatic flair and shouting “FOR THE REPUBLIC!” at full volume.

[cc1010fox]

Episode 7

Fox: I know what I want to do...I know what would make me happy... Cody: Hurry! They're starting! Wolffe, shoving past Cody who's moving too slowly for him: Let me in! Bly: Wait! Did they already say something? What did I miss? Rex: Fox said he knows what he wants to do! Cody: Gree, hurry! Thire: You don't look so certain, Fox... Fox: ... Cody: Force, just say it! Gree, jogging in through the door: Hey, Fox! I thought I might find you here! Fox, looking surprised: Gree! Gree, wrapping Fox up in a hug: You look stressed, as always. Fox, hugging him back tightly: You have a keen eye...as always, ori'vod... Cody: Wait a kriffing minute... Rex: No... Wolffe: No. No, I REFUSE TO BELIEVE-- Bly, in total disbelief: He's part of the show... Gree, after pulling out of the hug: Am I interrupting something? Thire: No. You're just in time to stop Fox from making a hasty decision. I'll leave you two alone. Fox: No, Thire. I-- Thire, laying a hand on Fox's shoulder: Talk to him, Fox... Wolffe: GREE, YOU LYING BASTARD! Cody: SHHH! Gree, after Thire exits the office: How serious is it? Fox: This decision could mean the difference between me having a tolerable life on Coruscant and me putting a hole through my helmet. Rex: Yikes. Too real... Gree: Fox'ika...Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not-- Fox: It's about my relationship... Gree: Oh...I thought you were happy...I thought Thorn was making you happy...? Rex: I'm not surprised the traitor is Team Thorn. Wolffe: TRAITOR! Cody: SHHH!!! Bly, whispering: Team Love. Fox, sighing: Thire might have been the one making me happy all along. We've been having an affair... Gree: Fox. Fox: I didn't realize we were having an affair... Rex: Because it was so easy and fun~. Cody, rolling his eyes: He's easy and fun. Wolffe, snorting: You're not wrong. Gree: How did you not realize--? Look, that's--Ok, what is this decision you're making? Between Thorn and Thire? Fox: Yes... Gree: Fox, the last time I saw you, you were practicing the marriage vows...You love Thorn... Cody: Team THORN! Rex: Choose a team and stick with it! Bly, gasping: The marriage vows? Wolffe: He was that serious about him? What happened? Fox: I do love him...I would die for Thorn. Kriff, I live for Thorn... Cody: Damn...Why can't Fox love me? Bly: He'd cheat on you, you know... Cody, snorting: I'd cheat on him too. Have you seen my Jedi? Gree: Then why are you struggling with this decision? Fox: Because I realized I love Thire too...and Thire is my best friend... Gree: That...is not the same love, Fox... Fox: No, I mean he's my best friend and I love him. Gree: ...I see... Fox: I think...I'm just going to continue with the affair, you know? Only we'll acknowledge that we love each o-- Gree, sternly: No. Rex: All is forgiven. Gree's character is the only one with any sense! Wolffe, digging in Cody's pouch for a snack: He used his commander voice on him. Cody: It was kind of h--HEY! STAY OUT OF MY POUCHES! Bly: Talk some sense into him, Gree. Gree: You can't do that to Thorn. You can't do that to the reason you've survived this long on this planet. He saved your life, Fox...You might not realize it, but, for the past year, the only times you have smiled during our conversations was when you were talking about Thorn. Rex: Oh no... Cody: Whoa... Wolffe: Kriff... Bly, grabbing onto Wolffe and shaking him since he's closest: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT! Fox: ...You're right...I can't...stay here another minute. Stone is going to kick my shebs if I'm late. Gree: Let me out before you. These guys are going t-- Wolffe: DON'T EVEN TRY IT! GREE! YOU FAKE BASTARD! Cody: NO, DON'T END IT THERE! Rex: I need a drink... Bly: I'm...crying real tears right now... Wolffe: Force, you really are! Cody: FOX, LOOK WHAT YOU DID! GET BACK HERE AND CONTINUE THE SCENE!

Episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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Sentences For WIPs Game

I was tagged by @ulchabhangorm (thanks lovely! 🩷) to participate in this little game where the idea is to make a 24-hour poll including every WIP you want to work on, and have people vote for one of those WIPs. Then once voting has concluded, you write one sentence for every vote of the WIP that received the most votes.

Thing is: I have so many WIPs that I hope to write within the year (if I can!!) that I'm going to offer as many as the poll will allow, AND, I'll "cheat" a tiny bit and write a sentence for ALL of the WIPs that get a vote. ;)

No Pressure Tags: @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @returnofthepineapple @dragonrider9905 + @lonewolflupe @the-bad-batch-baroness @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @eternal-transcience

I'll put what's cooking under the cut so anyone who's interested can get a taste of what's to come, only if you're so inclined~ Those marked as request fics will have the details purposely sparse or vague to keep a bit of the surprise alive.

Lost on Life Day: *Request fic. Combination of bad weather and a "small" natural disaster leads to a bit of Huddling Together For Survival between a certain cobalt blue captain and the trusted friend he's harboring feelings for. Because he's put her in danger, Rex thinks it might be best to let a certain loth-cat out of the bag... (Oh, and he should probably mention that it happens to be Life Day, too.)

Cyber Crush: *Request fic. While doing a bit of the ol' “slightly questionable research”, Wrecker and the reader “meet” each other over the galaxy-wide-web, where Wrecker answers a few… concerning questions. Worried he’s accidentally helped a Seppie, he asks Tech to run a thorough background check and finds out that the reader isn’t a Seppie at all. She’s just a writer!

Stuck in the Stacks: *Request fic. Modern AU, where the reader and Wolffe live in the same, small mountain town that is no stranger to the odd bout of bad weather. They've been passively flirting for so long, but never seem to make much progress... When a truly bad storm rolls in the first time Wolffe comes to pay her a visit at her job—hoping to check out a few books for a "little project" he's working on [C'mon, it's Carol's request fic, of course I'll give this reader a fitting job!]—it forces them to stay after-hours. Alone. ;)

No Foxes In This Hole: Longform story I started 10/10 of last year, series link here. Reader's new to Coruscant after seeking a big life change, and boy is she gonna find one. The crimson commander will too, for that matter!

Seaglass in the Surf: Hiding out on a remote, backwater planet, Din Djarin makes the acquaintance of a woman who frequently makes trips to the shoreline just to scour through the sand for something. He offers to help, thinking she's looking for something she lost. Turns out she's looking for things that others have lost, for a rather different reason than the one Din initially suspects.

Your Body Remembers: Experimental fic without a single line of dialogue where you as a local living in hardship on an Imperial-controlled planet find a little more than just hope in the man who, at first, will tell you nothing more than he's a Mandalorian is the only person who has answered your desperate plea for help.

Yellow Blankets, Yellow Blades: Reader makes their favorite Jedi fugitive something rather special to keep in the room he's always been offered whenever he needs a place to lay low from the Empire. While the item brings up many memories that are perhaps a little too bittersweet, Cal, who hasn't seen a lot of genuine kindness like yours since the start of the Purge, can't believe how lucky he is that you went through all that trouble, just for him.

Like Family: Star Wars AU. Feral asked you a very important question recently, and he's been riding on Cloud 9 ever since! Trouble is... he's having difficulties finding the right time to tell his brothers the happy news. The way you and him go about letting the loth-cat out of the bag together isn't exactly what you had planned, but hey; you're still warmly welcomed once they know you're officially going to be part of the family!

Hunting the Nexu: An absolute mess in the outline stages right now, HtN is a TBB AU that covers events from both season 2 and 3 between Crosshair and a mysterious hired gun that agreed to help his brothers and sister with rescuing him from Mount Tantiss and the Empire.

Glory In Gold: Hired to teach Cody Mando'a under false pretenses for an Imperial mission, it isn't long before it's revealed to you the real reason you're here once, sometimes twice a week, on the Empire's dime, is personal. But it's not long after that that the reason changes again. To something more... intimate.

Loving A Lazarus Species: You've been mourning Tech's death for close to a year. Maybe more. The denial that this death is real runs deep; chasing down the ghosts of ghosts when it comes to rumors your love still lives. Lucky for you, the brown-eyed, bespectacled man proves you have no need for the morally murky research you've turned to in your desperation: proving he's harder to kill than initially believed... [We're doing a Tech Lives AU!!]

Dressed to the Ninety-Nines: You and the bandana-wearing sergeant have to feign being on a date for a "special assignment". Hunter effectively proves that he sure cleans up well and behaves like a perfect gentleman, the whole nine. But is there really a "special assignment", or is this all part of some elaborate bet?

[vodika-vibes]

Hiii again! Your stories are my favorite! I was reading through the prompts and fell in love with the physical gestures, specifically number 19

pulling you by your leg and putting them on theirs as they tickle attack you :))

With ether Fox or Cody, my loves.

Maybe it’s they do it without thinking and then both realize how close they are? Fluffy cute? Maybe a kiss?

I Want To Make A Trade

Summary: You and Fox are hanging out in your apartment while you prepare for lifeday, and things take a turn.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: Fluff

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I tried to write for Cody. I really did. But you gave me the option to write for the love of my life, and I couldn't not. I'm so weak for him.

“Hey, I have a question,” Fox says from where he’s lounging on your beanbag, “Why don’t you have a couch, like a normal adult?”

You scoff and fling a ball of wrapping paper at him, “Do I look like I can afford a couch?”

“Yes.” He flings the ball of wrapping paper back at you, “You just haven’t for some reason.”

“Up until recently, no one ever came to visit me, so a couch was an unnecessary expense.” You reply, “Besides, you don’t mind sitting on my bean bag.”

“This is true. I think I’m going to take it to my barracks.” Fox muses thoughtfully.

“You’ll have to fight me for it.”

Fox turns his head to stare at you, and he arches a single brow, “Yes, because you, the writer, is definitely going to win a fight against me, the Marshal Commander.”

“I could.” You grumble.

“No you couldn’t. I know your weak points.” Fox says smugly.

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Fine. Prove it.”

“Okay, I will.” He slides off the bean bag so he’s sitting on the floor as well, and he grins at you boyishly.

You watch him suspiciously, “Your charming smile isn’t my weakness.”

“You think my smile is charming?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not answering that.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to.” Quickly Fox grabs the calves of your legs and pulls you across the floor to him, pulling a startled yelp from your lips.

He drapes your legs over his and leans over you, his grin never once fading, and his fingers poke into your side.

You squeak and try to squirm away from him, but he’s able to pin you effortlessly, and his fingers wander around your hips and side, until he finds the spot on your side that pulls a helpless giggle from your lips.

“F-Fox!” You try to squirm away from him, though the giggles were making it hard, “This…you’re cheating!”

“Am I though?” He asks with a sly grin as his fingers still for long enough that you’re able to catch your breath, “Hm…I don’t think so.” He decides, as he starts tickling you again.

You dissolve into laughter, which is only partly instigated by the way he’s tickling you.

“All you have to do is give up, sweetheart.” Fox says with a laugh in his voice, “Say that you’d lose a fight against me, and I’ll stop.”

“N-never!” You say between your laughter.

“Never? Are you sure?” 

“I-I can still beat you!” You declare to him with a bright grin.

“Yeah? Prove it.”

You squirm under him, and this time you manage to force him to change his position. Your legs are tangled with his, and he’s leaning over you, his hand pressed to the ground next to your head. 

You blink at him, surprised, and his fingers stop moving against your side. He looks just as surprised as you are to be in this position, and you’re close enough that you can see the way that his gaze drops to your lips. 

And really, that’s all the motivation that you need. You close the short distance between your lips, crashing your lips against his. The hand on your side slides up to cradle the back of your head as he kisses you back, just as passionately.

And then he’s breaking the kiss, and he lowers you back to the ground, his forehead pressing against yours as soon as you're laying flat. His gaze locks with yours, and he releases a shaky breath, “Hi.” He whispers.

“Hi,” You whisper back as your hands come up to cradle his face.

“So…” His voice stays soft, “that happened.”

“Sorry, I should have asked…”

“No. I liked it. I wouldn’t mind if we did it again.”

You smile up at him, “Yeah. Me too.”

Fox scans your face for a moment, “So, you know you didn’t manage to get away from me, right?”

“I changed my mind.” You reply, “I don’t want to get away from you.”

Something softened in his gaze, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You trail your thumb over his lips, “I’d like to propose a trade.”

“Oh? What kind of trade?”

“A…mutually beneficial one.” You say slowly, thoughtfully, “I want to give you everything that I am. My hopes, my fears. My dreams and my worries.”

Fox tilts his head so that his lips are just over yours, “And what would you like in return?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give.”

“Everything,” Fox whispers, “I’ll give you everything.” And then his lips are one yours again, and nothing else matters except for you and him.

[rooksunday]

the threatened works-in-progress rec list! these are star wars fics that have been updated within the last six months, but have no unifying theme apart from Stuff I Like - let me know if you're following others! i'm not up to date with all of these either so don't make me climb through your window about spoilers okay

our own choices (211/212)(!!!) by heartofroses112

CC-2224 made the choice. Cody had to live with it. i am suuuuuper far behind on this but it's SO CLOSE to finishing that i'm simply going to block out a week to read it. has to be done. woe.

across the open blue sky (18/?) and to gain, to lose (40/42) by victoriousscarf

ATOBS is "what if cody accidentally politically married fox and they were both super normal about it" and TGTL is "the fic that made rook not want to kick anakin in the face because he keeps feeding fox" and i can't give a higher recomendation that that tbh

the commander and chief (10/32) by flying_turtles

the coruscant guard and the handmaidens of amidala - fox and sabé are such a great duo, and this writer does fox whump in juuuust the right doses o7

gifts in a time of war (2/?) by whiskygoldwings

omegaverse with fox/bail/breha, which is a delightful thing to type! whisky will absolutely break my heart during the course of this but I Believe In The Process! *sob*

the commander swap (4/14) by vytels_dropoffs

cody and fox bodyswap! A FAVOURITE TROPE and this one has cody discovering fox's no good very bad life! *steeples fingers together* yes. perfection.

dominoes (47/?) by meridianpony

the domino squad wake up back on kamino, with their memories. the capacity of star wars authors to write absolute beasts of fics that leave me sobbing about clones? unparalleled.

the guard's medic (10/?) by divinevalley

similarly, the ability to make me sob about original characters? come on! i'm vulnerable! dropout is a great character and i feel very normal about him.

don't give up on me (series) by adhd_coyote and thedarkrat

i'm cheating here a bit but the latest part of this series is a wip (1/20)! these authors write very satisfying fox whump, and here is cody/fox/obi-wan finding each other despite it all. lots of fun ocs, too!

and i'll follow the light in you (22/?) by alamogirl80

clone rebellion, mand'alor cody, and thou a jedi appears! the different relationships are all really fun to follow on their 'screen time'. i'm always normal about clone culture fics, and this? yes.

oh the winds by chelseadear

this is... this is a total cheat by the rules i have just made up for myself BUT this series latest is a wip, so. a galaxy of a series set post o66 to which i can summarise no finer than does the author: A love letter to canon divergence, found family, hope, equity, second chances, and love itself (nailed to canon's door in the middle of the night). an absolute behemoth.

[leapingbadger]

When You Least Expect It - Chapter 11

Read in Full on AO3

Excerpt:

The day after Thanksgiving was an unusually calm and restful day for Obi Wan. The kids wanted nothing more than to rot on the couch watching TV, still too full to contemplate eating much of anything other than dry cereal or toast.

Obi Wan should have taken the opportunity to finish some grading. Once again he’d fallen behind, but instead he spent the day in his room, resting, and ruminating on Cody.

At noon, he got a Text from the man himself. It was a picture of his dad and brothers at the art museum, standing in front of the large landscape of New Zealand. Cody had taken the picture from behind, He could pick out Jango, Hunter, and Wolffe immediately. He noticed the backs of two other men and assumed they must be Fox and Bly.

They’ve been standing here for ten minutes. The Text said with a smiley face.

I’m so glad you decided to take them. Obi Wan replied.

It’s not as fun as when I went with you. But they are really liking it so far. Cody responded. And Obi Wan’s heart clattered in his chest that Cody had thought so much of the exhibit that he had taken his whole family.

The day passed idly. At some point Obi Wan had fallen asleep and woke up at dinner time with no concept of what day it was. He made a cheat’s dinner of dino chicken nugget parmesan and spaghetti for everyone and smiled as they all munched on it happily.

“This shouldn’t taste this good.” Padme said, “but it does.” She said with a grin she dove in for seconds. The morning sickness had finally started to wain and her appetite was back with gusto.

“it’s not quite the feast we had yesterday, but we probably shouldn’t get used to that.” Obi Wan said with a smile.

“Yeah, that was ridiculously good.” Anakin said, suddenly less enthusiastic about the chicken nuggets.

Obi Wan smiled at them all and took a deep breath. “I’ve actually got something to ask you all, if that’s okay.”

They all looked at him curiously, Ahsoka’s bright blue eyes latched on to him as though trying to read his mind.

“I was hoping we might discuss the rule that I’ve had in place for sometime.” He said, putting his fork down and stroking his beard.

“Which one?” Anakin asked with an eyeroll.

“My overnight guest rule.” Obi Wan said pointedly.

Anakin, Padme and Ahsoka traded a look and all laughed.

“Yeah, we wondered when that was going to happen.” Anakin said with a grin.

“Oh?” Obi Wan said with surprise.

“You seem very happy.” Padme said diplomatically.

“I am, actually.” Obi Wan said, feeling a little flush in his cheeks.

“It doesn’t bother me as long as I don’t have to hear you…you know.” Ahsoka said with a shrug.

Obi Wan’s eyes fell on Anakin who seemed overly interested in the last chicken nugget. He poked and prodded it playfully before shoving the whole thing in his mouth in one go.

Obi Wan rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Cody’s a nice guy. But yeah, don’t want to hear you two going at it.”

Obi Wan laughed, “Right, well I will certainly keep that in mind, but I wanted to ask something else.”

All three kids looked confused.

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 16 minutes and 57 seconds

Original Work: Brain Chip? But Does it Play Doom? by @chaosgoblinhours [RMWrites on ao3]

Clone Wars: Fox & Obi-Wan read by kbirb pods | Cody & Linkup read by Aether

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

“Eh, I just kind of picked them up. Most of them only take a few days of Holonet classes or an exam and you don’t even need to be on planet for. Needed one or two to make a job more credible and then it just snowballed from there. I think Thire’s been printing out fake ones just to see if I notice.” “I can tell,” Cody stated dryly, tapping a knuckle against one of the frames. “It’s impossible to type that fast. 900 words per minute? You don’t have that many fingers.” “Oh, no, that one’s real.” Fox shuffled a few datapads around, the plastoid clinking and scuffing together. “Well, I did cheat a bit. I had Linkup hack into the chip in my brain so I can now connect to my personal datapad and impose my thoughts directly into a document.” Cody paused. “What.”

Notes: podded as a moving gift for @flowerparrish!

[msweebyness]

Can we see the future kids for class of villainy or class of heroes?

Here are the akuma/theater kids for class of villainy! I’ve got a separate post for heroes! Keep an eye out for Artzy with the recess/science! NOTE: Kimdine is not included because LeOnDine eventually breaks things off with Kimton, a la Live Action LeFou.

Polycule:

Emma:

She/Her

Age 16

Bio parents Adrien/Marinette

A bit unstable, edgy and always eager to make someone’s life hell

Social media influencer, who uses her status to gain lackeys and power

Spoiled as all hell, and a fashionista like her bio mom

Everything HAS to go her way, or else

Louie:

He/Him

Age 14

Bio Parents Luka/Kagami

Very chill in an ominous way, you never know what he’s thinking

Can see people’s auras, and uses this to get under their skin

Master manipulator, it’s hard to say no to him

Likes to play guitar with his bio dad

Has the serious hots for Darius

Hugo:

He/Him

Age 10

Bio Parents Luka/Marinette

Very superficially sweet and charming, able to get people on his side

Learning sorcery from Adrien and his aunt Juleka

Enjoys sports, especially ones where he can leave people in pain

Has a lot of energy, but can focus in on a scheme

Best friends with Hector, they both like pushing people around

Alison:

She/Her

Age 6

Bio Parents Adrien/Kagami

Stoic and terrifying, just like her bio mother

Rarely speaks, but you better listen when she does

Already alarmingly proficient with a sword

Only smiles when she sees someone get hurt

Calculating and intelligent, knows how to play things in her favor

Alyno:

(Twins)

Cecily “CeCe”:

She/Her

Age 16

Quarter Fox Hybrid

As skilled at potions as her mother, Alya couldn't be prouder

Loves to find out people's secrets and humiliate them by broadcasting them to the world on her website

VERY good at playing on your insecurities to weaken you

Can fly into a rage at a moment's notice if things don't go her way

Always arguing with her brother

Cody:

He/Him

Age 16

Quarter Fox Hybrid

Easygoing and charming, knows how to get on people's good sides

A better conman than even his father, and Nino is so proud

Can pick ten people's pockets in five minutes

He likes to make comic books in his free time, naturally with villainous central characters

Totally crazy about June, but too scared of her dad to make a move

Julerose:

Marek:

He/They

Age 17

Both are his bio moms, through magic

Can switch from psychotically cheerful to deathly serious in a heartbeat

Prefers not to speak unless necessary, they let their actions talk for him

A master shapeshifter, like his uncle

REALLY hates to lose, and not afraid to use magic to cheat

Myvan:

Juniper “June”:

She/Her

Age 16

Boogie/Sea Witch Hybrid

Papa's little helper when it comes to scaring, she plans to take over once he retires

Terrifying without even trying, girl's intimidating as hell

Has one hell of a temper, watch what you say around her

Injures people because it amuses her

Protective of those close to her

Returns Cody's feelings, but would prefer if her dad didn't kill him

Hector:

He/Him

Age 10

Boogie/Sea Witch Hybrid

Gifted with dark ocean magic, just like his mother

HUGE for his age, and incredibly strong

Serves as the muscle for his mom's deals, makes sure people stay in line

Stoic and intimidating, people naturally fear him

Has a soft spot for animals, especially sea creatures

NathMarc:

Elicia:

She/Her

Age 17

Bio Dad Marc, an old ‘associate/friend’ in the dark magic ring was their surrogate

As psychotic as her daddy, as vindictive as her papa, and as evil as both combined

Incredibly proud and vain about her looks, Marc made sure of that. (He'll poison anyone who dares insinuate his daughter isn't the fairest)

Cruel in both words and actions, will utterly destroy you and love it

Always gets what she wants, because it's illegal to tell her no (Wonderland Law #342, instated by King Nathaniel)

Fiercely possessive and protective of her girlfriend, Destiny

Sabrinelmar:

(Delmar is Mr. Snoops, but they get along FAR better, to the point they eventually fall in love!)

Darius:

He/They

Age 14

Adopted at 7

Possibly the best schemer of the entire lot, he plans for everything

Loves diamonds and all things shiny, just like their mother

Really good at stirring the masses, getting people on his side on a large scale

Hates animals, especially ones that shed fur

Has a serious crush on Louie

Alix:

River:

They/Them

Age 13

Tiger Hybrid, Found and adopted by Alix at 1

Fears nothing and will never back down from a challenge

Lets everyone know they will rule the jungle one day, and tolerates no disrespect

Has no qualms with attacking other hybrids to assert dominance, just like their mom taught them

Words are always vicious and cut like a knife, they know how to get to someone

Very cunning and can work a situation to their advantage

Breckvie:

Destiny:

Age 17

She/Her

Quarter-Hyena Hybrid

Kind of the mom of the second gen villains, will maim you if you hurt her friends

Very prim and proper, always carries an air of superiority

Inherited her mother's magical abilities, and loves to see the life draining away from things around her

Thinks of Elicia as the most beautiful girl in the world, and will scratch your eyes out if you disagree

Reagan:

Age 12

She/Her

Quarter-Hyena Hybrid

Like her father, not the brightest bulb in the box, but always up to help with a scheme

Incredibly fast and strong, serves as muscle for the group when needed

Limited magic abilities, but can throw a decently strong hex

Big daddy's girl, loves helping him with henchman work

Milo:

Age 9

He/Him

Quarter-Hyena Hybrid

Creepily cheerful, can smile through the most gruesome events

Has an uncanny ability to bond with animals, uses this for their schemes

Also has some magical abilities, mostly used for pranks

Incredibly perceptive and good at reading people

Jessthony:

Warren:

Age 15

He/They

Monster, Adopted at 3

More on the neutral side, but still enjoys scaring people out of their wits every now and then

Will hit you with the claws if you sufficiently annoy him, or if you say anything bad about his dads

Has a biting sense of snark, and can cut a person deeply if they give him a reason to

Like Anthony, he has camouflage abilities, and uses them so people will leave them alone, not the most social

Has a bit of a rivalry with June, and does NOT like her parents

Cand-Yeon:

Kirk:

Age 16

He/Him

Septarian, Adopted at 2

Intelligent and cunning, can bend any situation to his benefit

Will confront any situation head on, because he knows he can regenerate

Like his mother, he's a natural leader. People listen when he gives commands

Incredibly condescending and belittling towards those he views as beneath him, with little patience for foolishness

Has a huge crush on Mellie, and is very carefully planning how to make his move

Ayesha:

Mellie:

Age 15

They/Them

Created by Ayesha with dark magic, and imbued with all her powers

Enjoys using their shapeshifting abilities to scare the crap out of people

Psychotically cheerful, always has a smile on their face when doing harm to others

Loves anything and everything morbid and gothic, always dressed in black

Always teasingly flirting with Kirk, making him flustered

@artzychic27 @imsparky2002

[acebirdofprey]

YESSSS

I got such a funny idea for another bail/breha/fox fic...it's not part of the series but it's such a fun idea that I feel like I need to write it

[eomereadig]

Prompt, if you’re feeling it. (Also all good if this is a not3 lol) Fox/Fives/Echo

“How do you take it?”

Snippet: Kiss and Tell

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Commander Fox/Fives/Echo

Rating: E

Tags: drinking, alcohol, miscommunication, misunderstandings, dubious consent, and then very enthusiastic consent, smut, handjobs, public sex, casual sex, threesome - M/M/M, open relationships, making out

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As the bartender slid over another whiskey for Fox, Fives handed them some credits, still never taking his gaze away from the other man’s. “Maybe I can help you relax? Blow off some steam?”

Before Fox was able to respond, Fives eased himself even further into his personal space, one elbow still lent against the bar whilst his free hand travelled down to Fox’s armour-clad waist. 

Fox’s body went rigid and he was ashamed to admit that his mind stalled for a long moment both due to the situation (the hot vod whose face was far too close to Fox’s own) and the whiskey still racing through his veins.

Quite in-character from what Fox had heard, Fives forged on in the stunned silence he’d created. “I’m surprised no one else has asked. A cutie like you? Just the 501st ARCs alone would wreck this place trying to snap you up if you felt like company…” 

There was no way that could be true. Fox blinked rapidly as he tried to process what was happening. Was Fives making a move on him? 

The ARC’s rapidly approaching mouth certainly seemed to point to that, face drawing closer and eyes slipping half-closed. 

Fox snapped out of whatever freeze his brain had entered abruptly, taking a step back so quickly that his whiskey sloshed about in his glass and threatened to spill. 

“What the fuck, Liutenant?” Fox’s voice was so loud that, even with the booming music, he caught the attention of several people standing close by. At their glances, Fox quickly reined in his temper to avoid causing a scene. 

Fives looked suitably shocked and taken aback by the outburst, retreating to a distance that wasn’t quite acceptable but was at least safe. 

“What are you doing?” He hissed. 

“Making a move. I thought that was obvious?” Fox levelled him with a glare at that, so Fives continued. “If you’re not into it, that’s ok. It just looked like you were, my mistake.” 

The admission did little to appease Fox. He continued to glare, Fives no longer able to look him straight in the eye the longer it went on. As a general rule, Fox disliked troopers like Fives at the best of times. They were loud and irritating, too familiar with everyone, but Fox could usually tolerate it well enough. 

What he couldn’t tolerate were people who thought that it was acceptable to cheat on their riddur. Fox hadn’t encountered many that were willing to cross that line, but he added Fives to that short list. 

As well as his obvious outrage, Fox couldn’t help but be offended on his own behalf, too, that Fives would think of him as someone to cheat with. Fox knew he had a poor reputation amongst GAR troopers, and he was in no rush to add ‘homewrecker’ to the list of insults. Perhaps all those compliments really were just a means to an end, then. Maybe Fives had been trusting that a flimsi pusher like himself wouldn’t have heard of Fives, wouldn’t have known that he was already spoken for. 

But Fives and Echo were well known throughout the GAR - one of the most notorious pairs anyone could name. Fox had heard more than enough about the Rishi moon incident from Cody after it had happened. 

Despite all of that, Fives was only blinking at him, nonplussed, as if he couldn’t for the life of him understand what had gotten Fox so angry. That stupidity alone had Fox bearing his teeth. 

“Not into it? Where’s Echo?” How could Fives no see how fucked up this was? How could he stand there with the balls to not even look chastised? 

Five’s eyebrows shot upwards. There it is, Fox thought. He just knew that Fives was preparing an excuse, preparing to play this off as one big misunderstanding. 

What he hadn’t been expecting was for Fives to take a half-step closer once again, putting himself firmly back in the other’s space. 

Fox put down his drink. He wanted to have his hands free in case he needed to pummel this asshole. 

“Is that all you’re worried about? Echo is cool with it - probably jealous that I was the one to pluck up the courage and talk to you first, actually. I think we were both a little intimidated at first. Would you be… would you be interested if he was cool with it?”

Full fic now avaliable here

[trudemaethien]

longshot/sgt fox + turn

immediate thoughts: coruscant rush hour traffic and watchman bent bullet trajectories, kennedy conundrum, parkour

aaaaand i just realized this said SGT fox dammit dammit dammit OK u get a bonus (under the cut), while I go write the right Fox smdh@myself

“I know 501st is our companion battalion and all, and I do want to see those yahoos again, I do, but at the cost of having to hot-bunk? Sheesh, haven’t had to trade off a bed with a brother in a hot minute.”

“Oh, quit your bitching, Longshot, because if the logs officer hears you he might assign you to share with someone who farts uncontrollably, or wets the bed or something,” Trapper teased loudly, grinning. “Oh look, it’s your turn. Wish ya luck!” With that he gave Longshot a shove up to the billeting window.

The logs officer, who had a side-shave and a little neutral symbol tattooed on their face peeping out from the fall of curls across their other cheek, glanced up at him and passed a smaller-than-usual stack of bedding out of the window. “Your five-oh-first partner has the rest and is already in residence,” they intoned with the air of having already said it a hundred times and planning on scores more. “3-76 in ba—hang on—“

But Longshot had already snatched up the auto-printed tag of flimsi. “3-76 in bay 22, what’s the matter with it?” he inquired with an edge of suspicion.

The logs officer sat on their hands and looked like they’d been dared to shoot the extremely salty, sour undiluted electrolytes from a ration packet. “Nothing,” they said tersely, impatiently.

“Uncontrollable farting? Pees the bed?” Longshot pressed, and the logs guy bit back a smile in spite of themself. They’d definitely heard Trapper giving him a hard time.

“So…?”

“Nothing,” they repeated. “Just, ah, recognized my own bunk number—I promise I’m not some yahoo who makes a mess, don’t worry. You’re not weird or gross or anything either, are you?”

“Depends,” said Longshot flirtatiously, leaning on the window’s pass-through ledge, “on just what weird kind of mess you mean.” He winked reassuringly.

Behind him Trapper groaned.

“Hm,” the trooper said, noncommittal.

“You got a name, new bunkmate?”

“What’ll it take for you to turn that tag back over to me?” they countered.

“Your name,” Longshot insisted, pushing his luck.

They stared at him for a moment, considering. “You’re holding up the line,” they finally said, prim as anything. “I’ll find you later, I’m sure. Move along.”

Smirking, Longshot stepped off. “Well, you know where I sleep.”

Hot-Bunk, Bunkmate 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51632134

Bonus (cdr fox):

“I said you could fill out your ranks with shinies, Two-Four, not kriffing Jedi, you absolute cheat!

“I did not! And kark off with that number bullshit, Tenten. In front of my men?”

“What the hell do you call this, then?” Fox gestured to the impossible marked trajectory, motions abrupt and infuriated. “There is no way in the realm of un-force-assisted physics that a trooper could pull off a longshot like that.”

“Oh, I like that,” said an awed voice behind Fox and he whirled to see the starry-eyed shiny listening in—not that he was being particularly circumspect in his tirade. “Can that be my name, Commander? Longshot?”

“No,” said Fox direly in the same breath as Cody overruled him.

His voice was fond and approving and full of shit. “Of course it can, it’s an excellent name, ‘37,” Cody said without looking at Fox.

The newly named Longshot did, however. “Thank you, sir, it really is—a good name and a high compliment.”

“It was not a compliment,” Fox grumbled. “You special in the head?”

“No, sir, no, of course not, forgive me” the kid said, still mostly unsubdued but at least trying to act respectful.

“I’ll —maybe— consider forgiveness, if you can explain to me in detail how the kriff you got it to turn like that?!”

“Certainly,” Longshot said, cheeky again, “over a cuppa caf?” No ‘sir’ now, was this punk flirting?

The absolute audacity.

Not many people knew what an unfortunate blusher Fox was and the tally had just gone up. Fox decidedly didn’t look at Cody who was definitely smirking like a vat-reject.

“Make it something stronger,” Fox said, grappling his dignity back under control, “and you’ll be the one paying, Longshot.”

If he’d gotten one illogical shot to hit an improbable target, why not let him go for another?

Bullet Bending 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51632269