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[sw5w]

Mars Guo Sneers

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:04:14

[nocturius8015ficore]

Fi: Aiwha-baits didn't have any clues... Bacta and good genes can't fix everything. No proper health-care, no psychological support. Just us, vode, holding together in that shabla hell.

I was right about the war tho...O_o

[tunamayojazz]

Love your art, any Toge/Yuuta fanfic recommendations? Thanks so much!!

hi!! thank you so much...🥺🩷🩷 and i am SO glad you asked this. i have so many!! here are the ones i read/reread more recently along with some of the tags. tried to make every rec here different from each other hehe have fun reading!!! can't help it (if you look like an angel) by glimmiks (12.4k)

tags: college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, IKEA

THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ PLEASEEEE i absolutely love college aus so much. and you just know the 2nd years would be the most fun and chaotic as college students. their dynamic is just chefs KISS, and it's written so well here. the mutual pining in here is truly a 10-course meal and i always go back for another round.

i'm alright if you're alright by anonymous (14.2k)

tags: spoilers up to ch146, fluff, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, fix-it, love confessions, pining

post-shibuya fic excellence. i always have such a great time reading this like inuokkos really do eat so well in this fandom. yuta pining is always so great to read like he is Longingly thinking about toge at all times im cry

Magnificently Cursed by diggingupthegrave (91.2k)

tags: dark academia, magic au, magic school au, slow burn, angst, mutual pining

i will always always recommend diggingupthegrave fics. they are easily my favorite inuokko writer pls you have to read all their inuokko fics...i saved this particular one of theirs to read for much later bc i knew it was going to change my life (7 chapters ok) and boy did it do exactly that. the way they implemented canon elements into a magic setting was so so brillaint and i savored every bit of it.

Beat the Turtle Drum by CasuallyScreaming (7.4k) tags: major character death, post-shibuya incident arc, angst, minimal comfort, no shibuya spoilers read this before sleeping the other night and honestly how i managed to still fall asleep after was my body trying to protect me from full out bawling and having a mental breakdown...i don't think i've read a lot of MCD inuokko but god this one shook me to my core. almost like the feeling of loss and grief were bleeding through my phone screen. so well written and while it's definitely mostly painful, the ending....well you'll find out :')

a special occasion by Cheshire (2.5k) tags: idiots in love, established relationship, first dates this was so so cute...!!!!!!! panda: but aren't you two already dating? yuta: well yes! no. sorta, kinda. super cozy and fluffy read!!

is this how every day begins? by mitgi (5.4k) tags: roommates, living together, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst i will always love me a roommate au. this fic was such a lovely read and i'm actually going to reread this right after i finish writing this! there's so much to explore in inuokko's relationship and also when it's in different settings. every time i think about how the actual source material are literal crumbs, i'm just even more amazed by how writers are able to draw out the most of what info we have and write their mannerisms so well. it all feels right and so WARM UOGHHHHH

haunted by sieling_fan (3.3k)

tags: pining, hurt/comfort, canon typical angst, character study

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you showed up just in time by diggingupthegrave (14.6k)

tags: time travel, friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, slight age gap

another diggingupthegrave fic that had me crying screaming shaking throwing up because god. this was so so good. the build up had me at the edge of my seat bc like oh my god what happened? what's happening?? why is this like that? @#$%^&*()_!!!!!!!!!!!!! and when it's all pieced together? oh it ended me. read this again and again for DAYS you would think i was researching it for a thesis or something. take your time reading this btw like im so serious.

okie that's all for me from now, i have so many more to rec honestly....sending out 100000000000 hearts to inuokko writers you are my roman empire....

[trudemaethien]

uno reverse I would like to know your know your headcanons about Sev. also on Fi? Both of them seem like such jumbles of contradictions to me but in opposite directions

Sev

A. (Realistic):

The reason why he didn’t make it back up to the RV point during/after Order 66 was because in addition to losing comm-contact with Delta, his leg was crushed and he ended up losing it. Has a variety of prosthetics over the rest of his life. Also I like to think about The Ground On Kashyyyk and what a man might have to do to survive there alone and injured. But that’s more of a C headcanon 😈

B. (Hilarious):

my hc for sev’s deep voice (and all the different voices of delta squad) was that they were vocoder mods. furthermore, i headcanon delta squad uses them to sing a mean barbershop harmony LMAO it’s their squad hobby okay?

C. (Heart-crushing and awful):

I think he feels things very deeply, remembers things people have said forever, and is nursing a lot of pain under that surly exterior. Who called him psycho? He knows. He believes it’s true. He’s internalized all the abuse, partly because he takes things literally (hc neurodivergent sev hello), and partly because he’s never had anything other than a steady diet of grueling, thankless achievement and dehumanization (and if he ever dared to let himself hope for better, it would only bring pain at the inevitable downfall). He couldn’t and wouldn’t articulate any of this if his life depended on it.

D: (I substitute my reality):

if he ever unbent his ori’jagyc pride enough to let someone fuck his ass, he’d become the worlds neediest and most demanding bottom forever. Nah, I do like him switching but it think it would be fundamentally life-changing and paradigm-shifting for him to have a prostate orgasm. 😌

Fi

A. (Realistic):

He likes glimmik for the rhythm so he also dances and beatboxes and calls cadence and does his exercises in tempo. to take it kinky, i bet he’s into impact play. as a medic, his favorite thing is taking a pulse (and hearing it beat alive alive alive)

B. (Hilarious):

He has a finger😉 in every branch of the Repcomm Polycule™️, like a free bouncing rubber ball in a rube goldberg machine. like the nursery rhyme: put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said what a good boy am i!

C. (Heart-crushing and awful):

what because canon wasn’t enough? well okay you asked for it: so what if after his injury he didnt get his memories back intact and barely remembered omega squad? He was only with them for a year and change. Please imagine Niner and Dar coming home to him like that from Imperial service. Please imagine how Atin would feel about it. Please imagine how awkward it would be for Corr. They all know him and he doesn’t know them. Imagine how Fi might feel about it. Parja Bralor is his closest friend now.

D: (I substitute my reality):

He and Parja are really good friends and got married as a double beard situation for one another. Maybe they have a little queerplatonic sex with each other for fun and comfort but they are not the loves of each others lives.

from this meme

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Martyrs and Kings - Chapter 14

The Bridges We Burn

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: angst; mature language; SMUT; minimal prep; PIV; biting; cum eating

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Every window of Maree’s flat was thrown open to let in the early morning breeze. It was midsummer, and before many hours passed, Republic City would be sweltering, but for now the air was still cool and crisp. The curtains billowed gently into the room, distracting Maree as she packed up the last few crates of her belongings. She could smell the ocean: fresh and salty today, with no trace of the stench that had plagued the city a few weeks earlier. She stood for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent as she gazed around the empty room. She swallowed down the tightness in her throat.

This place had been her home for over a decade. She’d bought the flat a year after she was hired at the Archive, and she had made so many memories inside these walls. In this flat, she’d hosted dinner parties, birthday parties, engagement parties, holiday parties, going-away parties. She’d had sleepovers with Valsi when they had caroused a little too enthusiastically. She and her friends had watched every Equinox Day sunsail race from her balcony for the past twelve years. She had scrubbed the stain out of the carpet from the time when Tane had sloshed his wine glass while arguing with a friend over whether it would be easier to fight one astromech-sized mouse droid or ten mouse-droid-sized astromechs. She’d blasted glimmik music and danced triumphantly through every room in the flat the day her first book manuscript was accepted. 

It was the first home where she’d been able to decorate exactly how she wanted, without having to negotiate with roommates or beg permission from a landlord. She had painted the walls in her favorite colors, and painted them again when she decided the original effect was too busy. 

And now those walls were bare, stripped of all her paintings and mirrors, without even nails left as placeholders for the missing decor. The holes had been patched and repainted, the artwork sold or packed away and shipped to her mothers’ home for storage and safekeeping until Maree found another place to call home. If she ever did.

The flat belonged to someone else now. A stranger. Maree had only until the end of the day to finish removing her belongings and hand over the security codes to her realtor. The buyer would take possession the next day, and then it would be their turn to make all of the memories and choices and mistakes that were inevitable in the process of turning a flat into a home.

Only a few items remained to be packed. Maree reached for one blindly, and her heart gave a little lurch as she recognized the datapad Kix had given her. She wrapped it carefully in a scarf and tucked it into the crate. After that, there were just some holoframes and other delicate items left, and then she sealed the crate and stacked it with the rest of the items to be picked up by the moving company. They were due to arrive any minute, and once they were gone, Maree would take a taxi to Valsi’s home, where she would spend her last night on Hosnian Prime before catching a shuttle to Adelphi the next day.

The door chimed, startling her. The movers, she realized, and went to open the door. But it was not the movers.

Kix’s hair was a little longer, his beard a little fuller. He looked a little thinner, and the shadows under his eyes were etched a little deeper, but his eyes were just as piercing as she remembered as the morning sun glinted in their honeyed depths. 

She stared at him wordlessly for a moment, and then stood back to admit him. He stepped over the threshold and curiously surveyed the empty room.

“I’d offer you a seat, but I already sold all the furniture,” Maree said.

“You’re really leaving, then.” His voice was gruff.

“Yep,” she said. “Quit my job and torched the bridge in a spectacular fashion. How did you hear that I’d left the Archive?”

“I, er, called your office,” he said. “To apologize for—well, everything. I tried your comm channel, but it didn’t go through.”

“It was provided by the Library,” she said. “I had to get a new channel when I left.”

Kix nodded. “Well, Teejay told me you were no longer with the Library.” He looked uncomfortable. “The droid had a few choice words for me. It seems to hold me personally responsible for your leaving.”

Maree laughed shortly. “Sounds about right. Teejay thrives on routine and hates change. A new boss is going to be a big adjustment. All that frustration has to go somewhere; I guess you were just a convenient target.”

“I’m used to droids aiming at me,” Kix said.

“Is that clone humor?” Maree asked with a tiny smile.

“Maybe,” he replied. “What will you do now?” 

She shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. I doubt I’ll be coming back to Hosnian Prime. There’s nothing for me here. I’ll need to buy a ship at some point. Hopefully I got enough from selling the flat to cover the cost.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t already have one,” he said.

“I never traveled enough to make it worth the docking fees,” she said.

“Will you miss it here?” he asked.

“I’ll miss Valsi. And the spiced biscuits,” she added. “It’s going to take me a while to find anything to replace them in the Outer Rim.”

“You should stock up before you leave,” he said.

“I had a better idea,” she said. “I got the bakery to give me the recipe. Now all I have to do is learn how to bake.”

“Resourceful,” he said.

They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Kix stared around the empty flat, looking anywhere except Maree’s eyes.

“Why are you here, Kix?” she asked at last.

“I came because—” his voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “Because Quiggold told me what the captain tried to do. I felt like I owed you an apology. And… an explanation. ”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said. “I was just doing my job.”

“And what about the rest?” he asked. 

“You don’t need to worry about that,” she replied. “I was never under any delusion that I was anything more than a convenient hookup. I’m a big girl. I know how the galaxy works.”

“You’re wrong,” he said bluntly. 

Maree’s eyes widened. “I am?”

“Yes. I’ve been drowning for the past year, and when I met you, my feet touched solid ground.”

Her breath caught. “Kix—”

“Your favorite color is green,” he said.

She blinked. “What?”

“Not just any green. It’s a vibrant, sap green. The color of the moss that grows on river rocks in the springtime. The color of leaves, just starting to open after the long winter.”

“How did you know that?” she asked.

“Every painting in your office and your home had a touch of that color. Your napkins, your pillows, your favorite mug. You never wear it, though. Why is that?” he asked.

“It doesn’t suit me,” she said. “But I still love it.”

She didn’t know what else to say, or why he was here, or what he expected from her, and an awkward silence descended once again as she waited for him to speak. After a long pause, he took a deep breath.

“Maree, I’m nobody,” he said. “Even when I was a soldier, I had nothing except my honor. Now I’m a pirate, and I don’t even have that.”

“Don’t say things like that,” Maree protested. “It’s not true. It’s not even close to true!”

“Please, just listen,” he begged, and she fell silent. “I didn’t think you would want to leave everything you’ve built to go slum it on a pirate ship. But then Reveth told me what you said. About how you didn’t want to take the choice away from me. And I realized that’s exactly what I did to you when I left without telling you how I feel about you. And when I heard you’d left the Archive, I knew I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Kix, I—”

“I know I don’t have much to offer,” he said hurriedly. “Nothing that could compete with all this. But if you come with me, I swear to you, I will spend the rest of my life doing everything in my power to make sure you don't regret it.”

“Oh, love, I would never—”

“I can give you firsthand accounts of the Clone Wars. I can show you Separatist bases that haven’t been touched since the war ended. You could still do your research. You wouldn’t have to give up your dream, I could help you make it come true, I swear—”

“Kix!” she interrupted sternly. “Stop. Talking.”

He stammered to a halt, his eyes wide, as Maree stood on her tiptoes to grab his shoulders and pull him down into a kiss. His hands rested for a moment on her hips, and then with a groan, he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her tightly against him. He kissed her as if his life depended on it. When at last they broke apart, he gazed into her eyes and stroked her face, holding her close, cradling her body as if she were some delicate, precious thing that he could not bear to part with.

“Does this mean you’ll consider it?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “It means I’ve already decided.”

“You have?” he asked, and his eyes lit with hope.

“Yes,” she said, pulling him down for another kiss. “My mother won’t be delighted to hear I’ve taken up with a pirate, but she’s retired from the Ranger Corps now, so she’s at least somewhat less likely to come gunning for us.”

“How does she feel about clones?” he asked.

“She’ll love you. Just like I do.”

All his breath left in a rush, and he stared at her. “Say that again.”

“Baba probably won’t hunt us down—”

“Don’t tease me,” he said, and kissed her. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” she said. “And I meant what I said. I love you, Kix.”

“I think I loved you from the moment I saw you,” he confessed. “I never could have hoped you would feel the same way.”

“My love,” she murmured, kissing his forehead. “My sweet, sweet boy.” She kissed down his temple, to his cheek, and finally his lips. “Of course I do.”

Kix slid his hands up Maree’s back, savoring the way her body molded against him beneath the smooth fabric of her dress. He could scarcely believe that this was real, that she was actually here with him, her lips pressed against his, her tongue moving deliciously in his mouth, her sighs of pleasure warm against his skin. It was a dream, or a fantasy—it must be. 

He clutched her tightly to himself, afraid that if he loosened his hold, she would slip away and disappear. But her hands felt solid and real as they roamed over his arms and shoulders, and nothing he could ever imagine could feel as incredible as the way she tangled her fingers in his hair. He broke away from her lips and kissed his way down her throat, slipping his hand around to cup her breast. 

She whimpered as his teeth scraped over a particularly sensitive spot, but as he reached for the hem of her skirt, she gasped, “Wait!”

He stilled immediately, pulling back so he could see her face. Her hair was mussed, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were hazy with desire, and it took every shred of self-control he possessed not to pull her back into his arms and devour her.

“What is it?” he asked.

“The movers!” she said.

“Movers?” he asked blankly.

“They’ll be here any minute, and I am NOT getting interrupted again, Kix, I swear to gods, every time we do this, somebody kriffing walks in on us, and—”

He kissed her, and whatever she was planning to add to that sentence disappeared into a wanton moan. He gripped her hips and pulled her against him, and when she rolled her pelvis against his achingly hard cock, he nearly came in his pants.

“On second thought, we can lock the door,” she said, coming up for air.

“Let’s do that,” he agreed.

She pulled away from his embrace and hurried to the door, slapping the lock button on the control panel. Kix followed close behind, and when she turned to face him, he pinned her against the door and kissed her until she was breathless and wild and making the sweetest karking sounds he’d ever heard. She fumbled at his belt, and he felt the waistband loosen, and then she shoved her hand down the front of his pants, not even bothering to push them down. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as her nimble little fingers wrapped around his cock. “Fuck yes, oh kark, I missed you so kriffing much.”

“I missed you,” she breathed, and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Kix’s heart shattered. He cupped her face in his hands and brushed away the tears, then pressed his lips to her face, scattering kisses everywhere he could reach until he washed away every trace of hurt and sadness in her eyes. 

“Kix?” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“This is nice, but if you aren’t inside me in the next ten seconds, I will not be held responsible for my actions.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said dutifully, yanking up the hem of her skirt and tugging the thin lace of her underwear aside. The fabric was soaked through, and he hissed in a deep breath when he dragged his fingers across her slippery, swollen clit.

She pushed down the waistband of his briefs just far enough to free his cock and line him up with her entrance. He hooked a hand behind her thigh and lifted it to wrap around his waist, and then he pushed into her. Holy fuck, she was tight. He hadn’t prepped her, and his cock only went in partway. He paused and started to withdraw.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried. “God damn it, Kix, fuck me now!”

His control snapped, and he bit down savagely on her neck as he thrust into her two more times, and then he was fully inside. A ragged, animalistic groan ripped from her throat, and she levered herself against him, wrapping her other leg around him and hooking her feet behind his back as he pounded her into the door. He gripped her ass, supporting her weight as he drove into her again and again. Each thrust of his cock punched the air from her lungs until she was a gasping, sobbing wreck, unable to form words.

His heart raced, his legs began to spasm, and he shifted, bringing a hand around to press on her clit and fucking into her with short, rapid strokes. She tightened around him until he thought he was going to pass out, and then she shattered with a scream. The violence of her orgasm nearly pushed his cock out of her pussy, but he rammed into her, fucking her through it, and within seconds, his vision went blank as pleasure exploded through his body, and he came hard, jetting hot spurts of cum into her cunt.

He buried his face against her neck and breathed in her scent as he gasped for air. Slowly, his consciousness returned, and he eased her legs down from his waist. She shuddered against him, and he wrapped his arms around her until her breathing stabilized. Kark, he’d missed the scent of her hair. He inhaled deeply and kissed her head. Then he kissed her again. And again and again, traveling down her body until he knelt before her.

His cum had started to drip down her thighs, and he lifted her skirt carefully, making sure to keep the fabric away from his mess. He leaned forward and stroked his tongue gently across her skin, licking her clean, and then he dipped into her, keeping his tongue soft and his touches light to avoid overstimulating her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and cupped his head, breathing quiet, passionate sighs. When he finished, he carefully put her back together, arranging her skirts perfectly and brushing away the worst of the wrinkles.

She sank to her knees next to him, and he sat down against the wall and pulled her onto his lap. He stroked her hair softly, guiding her head to rest against his shoulder. 

“Your floor is really hard,” he said.

“Yeah. Next time, we should fuck somewhere with furniture.”

“So high maintenance,” he teased.

“Sadly true,” she sighed. “I require a bed. Maybe even a chair.”

“Ridiculous,” he said. “Next you’ll be telling me you want a sofa.”

“Regretting your choice so soon?” she asked.

He huffed a laugh against her hair. “Never.”

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Epilogue

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[lazerbang]

🎶✨when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

ahhh winter! hello! thank you!

here's some of my latest earworms in no particular order: https://open.spotify.com/track/6ZjF7ecMawDKpbMTfo5p46?si=e974ef8b72974220

Bruises- this one is on my Mereel playlist, my playlist for Amias (my dnd PC), and I can't stop listening to it. (sorry i dunno why it wont embed right)

OOOHHHOHH OHHH CAMOUFLAGE THINGS ARE NEVER QUITE THE WAY THEY SEEEEEMMM (i might have gone and made a clone oc based off this)

this one is on a bunch of my clone-related playlists too! soooo good. and on my glimmik playlist too

this one is also for mereel and amias. they are such similar people and i'm a LITTLE BIT crazy about it

ok. this one is pretty weird, which is why i feel compelled to share it

the train part is SOOOOO good

[countessofbiscuit]

5 and 7 for Sevfika :)

them ❤️‍🔥 thank you for the ask!

5. What is their love language?

Fi: “What language do I love? English Basic. So flexible, so fun, so capable of sucking its own cock. Mando’a is only good for pissing people off — especially Sergeant Kal, because I get a kick out of speaking it in his shitty accent.” 

Sev: “I love … silence.” 

But no, for real, the best thing about Sevfika is probably the irony. 

Sev — words of affirmation

Fi — physical touch

7. Who is more sentimental?

I am glad this question asks who is more sentimental, not ‘who is the sentimental one’ — because, imo, there’s a strong textual case for Sev being tender-hearted, it’s just been perverted by his upbringing. I think Sev was just dying to be able to wear his scars like Atin. 

[Sev] said he was going for 4,982 kills, one for every commando lost at Geonosis, and he wasn’t joking. He never was. He never said “five thousand,” either, and even Skirata rounded up the figure. No, Sev was exact about it. War was personal for him. (Chap. 12, Order 66)

Delta’s hard man, indeed … makes you think twice about the significance of his armor detail, I guess. 

(Probably best to page @kungfuslipper on this.)

Anyway, Fi is meant to be the more sentimental of the two. He keeps a diary, ffs (see: Triple Zero’s prologue). His sincerity and emotional attachments spill over into his observable life; his flippancy can’t keep a lid on it.  

Fi holds onto things: a Geonosian pike, Hokan’s armor, his own dented chestplate, glimmik recordings, a particular hairstyle (that Darman knows he’ll miss when the med-droids ruin it). He even holds onto things he doesn’t have: a lover, a life—and people around him notice. If I were a betting biscuit, I’d wager that, of the commandos, Fi’s feelings are brought up most by other characters in the books, usually in the context of trying to protect them. Darman even worries that Fi is prone to obsession. 

Moving onto my thots about their relationship specifically...

Fi’s is a heart-first crash into Sev—he wants to fall in love. Maybe not with Sev, sure, but that it happens in spite of everything only fascinates Fi more. I say again: he keeps a diary. 

Meanwhile, Fi is something which happens to Sev. It takes Sev a while to realize he’s feeling feelings for the cocksucker, and he’s in no hurry to start signposting them with actions or stuff. 

Now of course, I figure Sev becomes more sentimental, unconsciously and then consciously, as Fi sweetens his blood. (And especially once Fi "dies".) Souvenirs of and for Fi; namedropping Fi around Delta without his balls flinching; maybe even getting a tattoo too flamboyant even for Fi, because who’s still the got the biggest? :p

OTP Relationship Asks

[miiracleboys]

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if it wasn’t for you by halfbloom | G | 13.2K

kagehina relationship study and hinata-centric! i honestly can’t find a way to sum up how good this fic is, so here’s the summary:

A long moment passes between them, and Hinata watches, starstruck, as Heitor’s eyes linger on Nice’s silhouette from across the venue. His voice is deep, rich, all encompassing. “Some people change your life just by being in it, and you don’t want to let that go.”

Huh, Hinata thinks grandly.

[cabezadeperro]

Hiii can I ask for meriggiare / selcouth, whichever you vibe with, cody/fox 💥

hi!!! i went with selcouth ("unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful"), kind of.

force sensitive!fox, past codyfox. 990w, G. takes place during the war, and it's mostly canon compliant (thorn's dead :()

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Cody stops right inside the speeder bay and frowns, looking all around himself, a thoughtful expression on his face. Fox watches him noticing the empty space on the tarmac floor, the nondescript lockboxes on the shelves to the sides, the cracked lumas on the ceiling and the old dark stains in the corner. 

The room’s cold and damp, but the door locks, and the walls are thick, and the number of people who know it exists can be counted with the fingers of one hand.

Thorn was the one to find it in the first place, how or when secrets he took to his grave. He shared the passcode with Fox and Thire and Fox knows htat if he uses the keycard Thorn left him in one of those lockboxes he’ll find—he’ll find clothes, maybe. Clothes and sweets and glimmik records and credit sticks and commcodes and Prime knows what else.

Fox shakes himself. He focuses back on Cody—Cody, who’s tired and alert and more than a bit suspicious. It’s been a while since the last time they talked, even longer since they last saw each other. 79s, last year. He was on leave, Fox was working. 

Cody feels like he always has: sharp and steady, like one of the predators that prowl the Kaminoan deeps, fast and invisible and quietly formidable. He’s happy to see Fox, despite it all, glad to see him well, and him being there at all is an enormous show of—of trust. Of faith. One Fox thought he might not deserve anymore.

Fox makes sure the door’s locked and sighs before reaching out to take off his bucket. Cody’s wearing his dress greys—he’s in the Senate building for work, and his discomfort is a well of fury and frustration he is very good at keeping off his own face.

He never shields when he’s among brothers. Fox has felt the way his mind goes tight and distant the moment he steps in a room with a Jedi, thoughts muffled like they’re coming from the other side of a closed door.

He isn’t shielding now, but it isn’t trust: it’s ignorance.

“I have to show you something,” he says. He licks his lips, and doesn’t miss the way Cody’s attention sharpens, grows heavier, dense, like the molten heart of the planet under their feet.

Cody blinks. He folds his arms and tilts his head and says nothing. He missed a spot shaving, and the harsh white light of the lumas won’t let Fox ignore it. He swallows carefully and leaves his bucket on the shelf to his right before closing his eyes and reaching out with his mind.

Cody’s sidearm hits his right palm with a smack. Shock spikes, followed by fear, wonder, calculation; Cody closes the door and Fox opens his eyes and blinks black spots from his vision. He sways slightly and swallows down bile, the deecee heavy and cold in his right hand, and can’t make himself turn away when Cody steps closer and takes the weapon from him, his free hand warm and dry on Fox’s face, on his forehead.

It’s been a while since they touched each other—it’s been a while since anyone touched Fox. He closes his eyes again and breathes in Cody’s familiar scent. Cody sighs. He’s tucked away the panic and what’s left is just—Fox can’t tell.

Cody won’t let him.

Fox’s getting better, but moving something as small as a DC-17 hand blaster still takes a lot out of him. He lets Cody pull him down and against the wall and sits there, his brother at his side, his eyes still closed. He takes off his gloves and lets them drop between his bent legs and reaches for Cody blindly—when Fox finds Cody’s hand, Cody doesn’t pull away. 

“Since when?” Cody asks quietly.

Fox shrugs. He doesn’t know. Always, probably.

Cody hums. He files that away. “Why now?”

Fox blinks his eyes open. He lets his head drop on Cody’s shoulder and distractedly rubs his cheek on the rough fabric of his jacket. This could be five years ago, back home, hiding from Seventeen in one of the storage rooms.

“I’m scared,” he rasps. He feels Cody shift and stiffen, but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t ask—not yet. He will. And when he does, Fox will be ready.

He’s not ready yet.

But the dreams are getting worse.

“Why me?” 

Fox leans away and turns to look at Cody head on. Cody’s already looking at him, eyes thoughtful. Fox can’t read him, and he doesn’t think Cody wants him to try.

“Bly’s away,” he answers honestly. Cody blinks, snorts. He’s hurt but he’s not angry. Fox licks his lips. “And I trust you.”

They’re still holding hands. Cody’s fingers tighten around Fox’s before he forces himself to let go, but he didn’t expect that. Dark eyes wide, mouth half-open, face slack and mind unguarded, a blip of unrestrained emotion that fills the room, louder than life itself.

The small, unused speeder bay is a memorial to Fox’s dead best friend, the only grave Thorn will ever have. He’s been avoiding it for months, since Thorn left for Scipio. 

He finds himself grieving something else, something he never thought to expect: the boys he and Cody used to be. Their friendship and the trust and the intimacy and everything else.

Cody clears his throat and looks away. When Fox lies his head back down on his shoulder he sighs. He can’t be comfortable—Fox’s pauldron is digging into the meat of his arm—but he doesn’t move away. He shifts and throws an arm over Fox’s shoulders, warm hand tucking itself under his chin, against the scar on his throat, and he stays.

He stays and he thinks and he plans, and Fox closes his eyes and follows the swell and ebb of his thoughts from the other side of the door.

[shadowmaat]

Cmdr. Fox Week Day 3: Time Travel

For day 3 I decided to go with Time Travel. Give Fox a little payback. (Warnings for temp character death (Fox) and permadeath (Palps and his Apprentice)) @loving-fox-hours

The Hands of Time

Terror flooded his system as Lord Vader bore down on him. It had been such a stupid mistake. CC-1010 was a Commander, he should have been better than this!

"I... I didn't expect anything like this to happen, sir."

The wash of cold bit through his armor. Something told him this mistake would be his last.

"I just didn't think-"

SNAP

Fox jolted in place, his heart stuttering in his chest. He was still alive! And... at his desk. Horror and rage coursed through him as he realized what he'd done; what all his vode had done. Had it just been a nightmare? He'd like to believe that, but it had been far too detailed, too nuanced, and too real to be a product of his imagination. Though if it was real then he should be dead, not sitting at his desk with a cup of cooling caf.

He checked the chrono on his HUD and had to stifle an hysterical giggle. He was used to losing time, but now apparently he'd gained it. What was it Cody was always bitching about? Force osik. Though why the hells the Force would start screwing with him now...

Wait. Taungsday. It was Taungsday. The day everything went to hell. He lurched out of his chair, pulling off his helmet and vambraces as he slammed through his door into the squadroom, startling everyone.

"Lockdown starts now!" He said, stalking across the room. "Code Crimson-Crimson. Helmets off, comms off, anything that can transmit a signal goes off now!"

"Sir, but we just got notified that the High Generals are on their way to Pally's office. " Sergeant Hound was trying to mop caf off his armor.

"I issued an order, Sergent," Fox said. "Are you going to obey?"

Hound looked up, startled. "Yessir, but don't you think we should send someone-"

Fox locked eyes with him. "Unless you want to wind up shooting a Jedi cadet in the face, you'll do as I say. Now!"

Hound blanched. The room went deathly silent, followed by a chorus of clicks as those wearing helmets unsealed them and put them aside.

"I'd never..." Hound whimpered, but Fox could still see the image clearly. Swallowing bile, he continued on his way.

"We've been compromised. I want a total communications blackout. I don't care who the signal is from, don't acknowledge it, don't listen to it. Even if it's from me," he added, feeling queasy. "I'll handle the Jedi. When the threat's over I'll- I'll send one of them down to let you know."

Send one of them because whatever happened, he doubted he'd survive. Either the Jedi would live and check on the Guard, or they'd die and... Well, maybe he could delay things just a little bit. Just long enough to spare his troops from joining the march on the Temple.

He could feel a body-wide tremble threatening to start and stiffened himself. Not now. He couldn't afford to fall apart now. There was too much left to do.

Swerving to swipe a pair of earpops off a desk he continued out the door and into the hall, silence following in his wake. He jammed the earpops in his ears, activated them, and maxed the volume before taking off for the lifts at a dead run.

The screeching thumping beats of some Storms-cursed glimmik threatened to rupture his eardrums, but at least he couldn't hear anything; wouldn't be able to hear anything if that venomous slime-mold of a Sith Lord tried to order him to do something.

Fox punched in the priority override code to the lift and braced himself as it rocketed up to the Chancellor's Suite. His blasters were primed and ready and as the doors finally slid open he bolted through them, shoulder clipping the edge of one door.

He could feel a warm breeze on his face, which was wrong wrong wrong. The windows in the Senate couldn't open, not without compromising security. The draft smelled of aircar exhaust, but cutting through it were the sharper scents of ozone and charred flesh.

Finding an extra reserve of speed, Fox ran faster, and the scene before him coalesced. Palpatine on his back in the crook of the window- the missing window- as Windu held him at saber-point. And facing them, his back to Fox, was- was-

The frigid cold. The snap of his own neck. He fired both blasters at the dark figure, sure he could hear the rasp of Lord Vader's mechanized breath.

The figure dropped. Windu and Palpatine were staring at him. He could see they were both shouting at him, but the sound of tortured instruments and a thumping bass were all he could hear.

He didn't pause. His next shots were aimed at Palpatine, but they went wide and then suddenly he was struck by lightning. The earpops died with a burning screech and all his limbs locked. In the eternity of the moment, as the world flashed white, he knew he'd failed. The Force had chosen the wrong person. At least he wouldn't have to live through it again. And maybe the Guard could be spared...

As suddenly as it had begun, the electricity coursing through his body stopped, and he was able to see Windu complete his move as Palpatine's head went flying out into the sunset.

He dropped to his knees, whole body shaking uncontrollably. Windu was coming toward him and he tried to drop his blasters, tried to show he wasn't a threat, but his hands wouldn't obey. He kept them lowered, at least, and could feel something wet on his face.

"Commander, are you alright?"

The voice sounded tinny; distant.

"I'm n-not a g-good s-s-soldier," he said, and everything went black.

(Continued here)

[nocturius8015ficore]

**UPDATED VERSION September 21**

Nocturius: Oh? What is it? A fanfiction on tumblr, how quaint!! :O

I did that one for the 1 month anniversary of my Fi-Core facebook page. I was pleasantly surprise to have the beginning of a community and nice interactions with other -Core pages. English is my second language (after French) so I was very insecure about writing actual fanfiction but after a bit of RP with some of my followers, I decide to try it anyway. It's just fanfictions, not a 5000$ writing contest...

So, I wanted to celebrate that anniversary with my followers, the story is a little bit 4th wall-breaking meta but roughly, it's just a sweet moment between Parja and Fi.

PS: The ''comlink party'' was just a Fi-Core facebook page thingy of us sharing ''glimmik music'' posts and talking osik around it. XD

tagging: @the-rain-on-kamino (tell me folks if you want me to tag you in the next one!)

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Fandom: Star Wars Republic Commando books by Karen Traviss

Characters: Fi Skirata and Parja

Rating: Family-friendly ** Fairly accessible to people who don't know RepCom **

Topic: Slice of life, anxiety, romance

Pitch: Fi is missing her wife after a few weeks of busy work. He fear she might be losing interest about their relationship.

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It has been weeks since Parja got back from town. She has been busy at her workshop while Fi stayed with the aliit.

‘’ I should have gone with her. ‘’ said Fi to himself.

During winter, there wasn’t a lot of back and forth between locations. Clan Skirata lived in a hidden base called Kyrimorut. This was his home now. A real home. With family and friends. Everything Fi’s ever had dreamt for.

Well, almost. Niner, Darman and Delta squad were still stuck as Imperial Commandos. Still no news of Sev.

Fi was getting nervous, Parja was about to come back in any minute. He made an effort to look his best. Freshly shaved, tooth brushed, combed his mid-long haircut. However, his nervousness turned into actual anxiety.

‘’ Fierfek…What if she is getting bored of me already? ‘’

Parja and him were married since nearly the day the Republic turned into the Empire. But he was still injured back then. Nowadays, he technically didn’t need her to nurse him anymore. Getting better gave him very mixed feelings though. She used to take care of him like a devoted mom when he was in his worst state. Unable to walk, talk nor feed himself. It wasn’t the kind of love story he had imagined for himself. He was torn between his longing for attention and his wish to be fit for her. Be seen as a real man. He didn’t want pity-love, but would have taken it anyway. Clones usually weren’t that lucky.

Then she arrived. In full Mandalorian armor like most Mandalorian women did it for traveling. Fi looked at her and didn’t even try to hide his smile.

‘’ Don’t stand like this, help me with the grocerie’s bags! ‘’ she said, mildly amused, taking off her helmet.

‘’ Yes ma’am! ‘’

He was distracted by the sight of her thick braids and the cute kama around her thighs but snapped out his mind to help her.

‘’ What have you done while I was gone? ‘’

‘’ I’m… I’ve been useless. I only wrote and shared memes on my datapad... ‘’

‘’ No need to worry about it, that’s ok. Did you have fun? Did you make any new friends? ‘’

‘’  Mhh, yes actually! ‘’ said Fi, grinning. ‘’ I didn’t expect much at first, but the Facebook Star Wars coremunity is quite nice! I met other clones, kept in touch with Atin and Scorch on their -Core-pages.  Met sweet civilians like Jack, Amanda and Lacy who liked my post daily. I even met friendly Imperials! One of them was kind enough to share a comicbook with us. Another one sent us a barrel of spotchka and did a thingy with my avatar's face and his as a token of friendship.’’

‘’ That’s great! I couldn't be there for your comlink private party you threw the other day, but I brought something for you and your friends. Look in the box.‘’

Fi looked on the table and saw a big white box which smelled very nice.

‘’…Is that what I think it is? ‘’

‘’ Yep. Uj cakes with cinnamon and honey! You may share it with all your followers and the ones who are yet to come when they read that fic.‘’

She took one of the cakes, took a bite and fed the rest playfully to her overjoyed husband. Then she kissed him on the nose.

‘’ Happy 1 month anniversary to your Fi-Core page! ‘’

He kissed her on the forehead as she hugged him. His heartbeats went even faster when he felt her fingers unstrapping his armor plates.

‘’ ...and let’s have that private party! ‘’ she whispered to his ear.''

Fi-Core/Nocturius 5th of February 2024/ updated 21 September

[divergent-llamas-03]

I started this blog in March of this year because I'm a nerd and needed a nerdy outlet with the pandemic commencing and I now have 98 followers????? Thank you??? ❤️😘❤️😘❤️😘❤️🤔❤️😘❤️😘❤️😘❤️😘❤️😘

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[countessofbiscuit]

“Fi’s in bacta on a cruiser,” Scorch offered.

Sev just shrugged. “Commandos find a way to die.”

“And Fi will find a better way than getting flattened by his own orbital cover.”

Every commando wanted a star-shaking end; something so heroic, the Manda would have to move to him. The speculation about what went wrong on Gaftikar wasn’t inspiring: conflicting coordinates, confusing comms chatter, and some antsy gunner on the Leveler who’d coughed and thumbed Eyat’s HoloNet center into oblivion.

And Fi was probably just trying to get glimmik on the uplink.

Scorch kept that dead cheerful thought to himself.

. . . . . 

a drabble from Comedown, a missing-scene fic about Scorch and Sev and everything in between

[ironmandeficiency]

you know what?

✨fuck it✨

requests are open for anyone on this here list bc i need inspiration

below are some potential prompt lists to use if you need an idea, but don’t feel pressured to use one of you have an idea of your own (a few of these lists may look familiar hehe)

edit: reqs closed on 12/1/2020

one || two || three || four || five || six || seven

i may regret this but we’ll see. gonna tag some friends in hopes of boosting (mwah ily all 💕)

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