#no chips

Cody/Ordo for @elthadriel for the 2022 Star Wars Rarepairs Exchange

rated E, no archive warnings, Dubcon, mentioned Watersports, Incest Kink, Humiliation, Rough Hate Sex, Topping from the bottom, Order 66 happened differently, Not A Fix-It

“you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” ~Commander Cody

“you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up” ~Captain Ordo

(I had a gleefully fun time writing this and they are such bastards)

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43421617

No chips challenge is complete!!

I am so proud of myself for finally having enough self discipline to give up chips for an entire month! It was definitely hard because I’ve been eating chips almost every day since I was a kid!

This challenge has showed me that it’s not that hard to give up the unhealthy foods. I found peanuts were a great alternative. I definitely still wanted chips throughout this month but I never gave in! It’s not that I want chips really... it’s that I want to mindlessly snack because my body was so used to doing that. Now that I’ve found other alternatives I’ve noticed myself not overeating do much and sticking to my actual meals instead of having a little breakfast, eating chips, having a medium lunch, eating chips, then not being hungry enough for a full dinner so then I’ll have a small dinner and then eat chips.

Fox/Mace for Lady_Iwa for Spread Your Wings Rarepair Exchange 2021

Fox has the master of the order (what order? There’s no Jedi Order now, is there?) clutched, dying, to his chest, as they weave through the congested lanes of traffic toward the undercity.

He races toward his bolt-hole and his emergency medical station that has discreetly saved the lives of as many brothers as he can get away with—never enough, held against the men who he must let slip through his fingers. The weight of failure rests uneasy with him, but he cannot throw it off.

He saves his breath for more important things than useless platitudes.

Windu is still alive when Fox hefts him out of his speeder and through the door. He wastes no time in cutting away the man’s clothing—too recognizable and in the way of triage. This is field medicine, efficient and brutal. It would probably be more merciful to have let him fall and die.

Fox isn’t thinking about the hum of the purple kyber in the saber that came right to him, falling into the footwell of his speeder on routine patrol under the senate towers. He doesn’t want to know if it was a deliberate plea or if the Force works in mysterious ways. He doesn’t want to contemplate the moment when he looked up to lightning dancing in unnatural arcs, or how it felt to—

He’d caught Mace Windu, though. That’s something he can think about.