#first time writing Alpha and Fordo lol

[vodika-vibes]

Omggg yes! It would be so like Fordo and Alpha to already have things sorted out between themselves. Maybe this isn’t the first time they’ve been in that kind of relationship. Or maybe they did come to blows and it was the only way they could open up to each other enough to talk things over. Maybe they were even hoping you would pick both of them because they wouldn’t want the other brother to be hurt because they know either would never love another like the reader.

(I'm just rolling these three into one ask, lol. I meant to answer these last night, but I got super sick, and, in fact, am still super sick, so I'm sorry if this answer seems kinda...rambley.)

Yes, I agree to all of this! 100%.

Especially the part about the clones being used to sharing everything and not having any privacy. I'm sure for some of the clones, the idea of sharing a romantic partner would be a deal breaker, but somehow I don't see that for Fordo or Alpha.

I think it would have come to blows, before one of them, or both of them, realized that that's dumb. Because it's not up to them who they're going to pick, it's up to them. And the fact that they know that the reader isn't going to pick between them, just means that they need to have their shit sorted before they even go talk to them.

And yes. I already write Alpha as stupidly overprotective and in the stories I've written Fordo in he's also incredibly overprotective, so pairing them up is just a recipe for disaster for anyone who might try to hurt the reader.

[ace-oreos]

I love how you write alpha and how he tries to be emotionally distant to his vode especially Fordo. Maybe a one shot of Priest seeing this flaw and making Alpha watch him nearly beat Fordo within an inch of his life because Sev messed up? Nothing would hurt 17 more then watching his closest vod nearly die while he can do nothing about it :(

Let's just pretend this hasn't been sitting in my inbox for who knows how many months -

Ahem. Anyways. I did have a similar ask come in a few weeks after this one, so I more or less combined the two in this fic. Should I be concerned that so many of y'all have been asking for Fordo being beat up by Priest??

I hope it's more or less what you were looking for, anon!

pls forgive the ending idk what even happened there

Tags: @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @merspots @delta-the-mando @a-lil-perspective @dudewhynotthis (is that everyone? I feel like I forgot someone lol)

It starts like this:

They’re near the end of their training, the Alpha ARCS; none of them say as much but they can sense it all the same. The general consensus is that the CIS will make the first move soon, if their latest troop movements are any indication.

Fett hardly gives any impression one way or another, but none of them are fooled. There’s a new tension hovering over Tipoca City these days; even the younger batches are suddenly more focused, more honed.

So it begins to wear on them as the days and weeks pass. There hasn’t been an outright declaration of war - near as 17 can tell based on the limited information that’s passed around the barracks and speculated upon and wondered about - but every sign points toward the storm breaking soon.

17, for his part, isn’t particularly concerned. The conflict has been building for years; when the time comes, they’ll be ready. In the meantime, he and his brothers will continue to navigate everything Fett has to throw at them.

Except…

Well, there is no except about it - or shouldn’t be.

The bottom line is they’re brothers; regardless of what 17 might think, it’s in his best interest to keep his thoughts to himself.

Except war is looming now, that faceless entity that haunted their footsteps through childhood. As it nips relentlessly at their heels, 17 can’t help but think that it’s time they moved on. They’re still irrevocably vode, but things are different now and will only continue to change once wartime assignments start coming in.

Of course it’s 77 who picks up on the shift first. He takes it in stride in his usual unflappable way, despite the unspoken question lingering in his eyes. 17 dares to hope he’ll let it pass unchallenged until one day they’re sitting side by side after the day’s training concludes.

It’s oddly quiet now, the others having dispersed in pairs or wandering off alone. Fett has already disappeared; the man is as enigmatic as ever, but 17 thinks he just might understand what makes the prime tick.

77’s voice breaks through his rumination. “Are you okay, ner vod?”

“Long day,” 17 says with a shrug.

77 looks prepared to wait him out. Shabuir.

“Look, I don’t - ”

“Seventeen. Seventy-seven. What are you doing?”

17 is careful to keep his face impassive as he turns to face Dred Priest. It doesn’t escape him that the chakaar was nowhere to be found before Fett disappeared; if he’s lurking here, away from prying eyes, there’s bound to be some sort of ulterior motive.

Then again, 17 sincerely doubts Priest is looking for anything besides entertainment. If he were on official Cuy’val Dar business, he’d be fully armored; as it is, he’s down to boots and gauntlets.

And he knows with stomach-sinking certainty that this is where things go downhill.

17 and 77 play their roles in this exchange as expected; they stand at attention, don’t react when Priest tries to get under their skin. What the chakaar lacks in finesse he makes up for in persistence - a lothcat circling its prey, enjoying the tension roiling and snapping between them.

77 shifts almost imperceptibly. He’s waiting for 17 to find an opening and catch the lothcat on the wrong foot. And 17 would, but -

But retaliating would give Priest too much power. The man knows how to exploit any sort of weakness, so 17 remains stone-faced, just like Fett taught.

Priest holds his gaze as if testing the waters. When 17 doesn’t give, his eyes flick to 77, and 17 realizes too late that Priest saw all he needed to see anyways, and he’d found exactly what he was looking for.

Osik -

Later, 17 doesn’t remember how it happens. All he knows is suddenly there’s blood: on 77’s face, smeared across his knuckles, soaked into the fabric of his fatigues. Priest’s face is twisted in a snarl and 77’s jaw is clenched with grim determination and 17…

17 can’t move and he has no shabla idea why.

He should be doing something - this is his brother - are they still brothers, even now? - 77 would defend him without a second thought if 17 were in his position -

In the end, it’s Fett who puts a stop to it.

He’s all ice, face tight with barely contained rage like 17 has never seen before. Priest quails in the face of Fett’s wrath and slinks away to his favored corner of Tipoca City. 17 watches him go feeling as though he’s observing the proceedings from a distance.

After ensuring 77 is being seen to by Mij Gilamar - who’s been patching up the Alphas’ scrapes and bruises since they were decanted - Fett turns to 17.

17 thinks he sees disapproval on Fett’s face. It wouldn’t be amiss.

Then the prime sighs and lays a hand on 17’s shoulder. He almost startles at the touch; Fett can hardly be described as tactile. As strange as it is, the gesture is almost comforting. Paternal, even - oddly so for a man who’s never seemed to fully embrace his role as a buir.

Feeling distinctly off balance, 17 resolves to ponder it later.

“You’re a good vod,” Fett says quietly. “But you’ve got a lot to learn.”

17 considers. That’s fair. And he finds the honesty refreshing.

Something like a wry smile curls around Fett’s mouth. “Don’t we all.”

And with that, 17 finds himself plenty occupied as he makes his way to Gilamar’s quarters. The more the years pass, the more enigmatic Fett seems to become. He doesn’t fancy he’ll ever satisfy everything he’s ever wondered about the man.

But some things remain mercifully simple: 77 smiles when he sees 17 and even cracks a joke, disregarding Gilamar’s rebuke when he shifts on his chair before the medic is finished. By the time 77’s condition is deemed acceptable, 77 is laughing at his own jokes, 17 is dismayed by the depths to which his brother’s humor has sunken, and Gilamar is struggling to keep a straight face.

And from there, things are okay for a time.

Then they change all too soon, and things aren’t okay for a long, long time.