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A piece for the Clone Bang collab with @huntressdarkness for their fic, Mirror Image! The boys from the future have seen some Things (tm)
(Sorry for taking so long ahhhh!!)
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You’ve already won me over
In spite of me
Don’t be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
Don’t be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
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Been having a bad couple of weeks so defaulting back to my comfort characters while I spend lots of hours hurrying up and waiting
this would go crazy on the holonet
i think the most compelling thing about cloneshipping to me is the fact that nat-borns in universe would think its weird.
cody constantly adjusting the collar of his blacks to make sure its covering the marks he picked up on leave. fives trying to explain what echo meant to him, but he cant tell the truth, not to his jedi. jesse having to come up with an obvious lie when ahsoka asks why he hangs around the medbay so much. boil watching over an injured waxer and trying to play it off until general kenobi gives him a knowing look and his stomach drops.
a vod fresh from kamino being chastised for saying "riduur". vode at 79s who get drunk enough to forget there's nat-borns there and have to be reminded they can't kiss in public. vode that stop touching when they step outside. vode sneaking back to their own bunks before sunrise. vode who's assignments separate them from their partners, who have to scan the list of KIAs, who can't mourn openly when they see their partner's number. vode covering for each other. vode lying for each other. vode pulling away when their jedi walks into view - but never fast enough.
Jessix smooches
On AO3 here
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Took Thorn to the senate district's gardens, I don't think he expected that? Do you think it went well?
As usual, Thorn is @goran-alrune <3 and I'm Fox
And guess who got shot later
More Where That Came From
Rating: T Pairing: Cody/Rex Tags: Making Out, Established Relationship, Teasing, Assholes in Love, Rex in the 212th Attack Battalion Summary: Cody’s in a mood that shouldn’t be indulged—looking for entertainment and a target to provide it. Rex indulges him. With art commissioned from @cacodaemonia!
Rex holds his blasters steady, both up, both aimed down range. He breathes deep, still but not tense. He doesn’t let Cody distract him.
The final round of the sim starts, and Cody sighs, armour clicking as he shifts against the wall behind Rex, watching with a critical eye. If Rex misses because Cody’s here he’ll never hear the end of it.
The first target snaps up at the far end of the range, moving fast from left to right. Rex squeezes the trigger. It pings green, two popping up to replace it. With each target it’s easier to ignore Cody’s eyes burning holes in the back of his skull, slipping into the flow that he needs.
The sim ends, and his scores appear on the terminal. Only one miss, but slower than he’d like. Above general average, but below his.
It’s Cody’s fault.
“That was a little slow for an ARC,” Cody says, as if his PB in twin blasters isn’t lagging behind Rex’s.
“That your professional opinion or a personal one?” Rex slots the sim’s blasters back into their holder by the terminal, collecting his own real ones. “Sir.”
“It can’t be both?” Cody has that tone that Rex is all too familiar with: amused without any of it showing on his face.
Playing with his food.
“No, sir.” Rex finally lets himself look at Cody. His arms are folded loosely over his chest, posture open and calm, his expression mildly curious. He’s so full of shit. “If it’s both, how can I know if I should tell you that I’ll endeavour to do better, sir, or to shove your opinion up your ass if you can make enough space in there next to your head.”
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