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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Love, Sex, and Magic

Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse x Jedi!F Reader

Summary: You and Jesse try to take down Maul at one of his exhibitionist parties. He catches onto the two of you and makes you step out of your comfort zones.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Just a heads up, THIS ISN'T FOR EVERYONE. If this isn't your sort of thing, DO NOT read it. Exhibitionism, Public sex, fingering, p in v unprotected (wrap it up friends), angst

WC: 4.3k

A/N: I'm serious. If you don't approve of this kind of thing, just keep scrolling please and thanks! I don't know how I've gone this long without writing for this man? But he's completely taken over my brain lately. (Pictures of the shirt and dress that I had in my brain shown)

Of course I made a playlist, that you can find HERE

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“Jesse… I don’t know about this…” You murmur, looking up at the large stone palace that Maul’s having this “party” in. “I have a weird feeling.”

“Like a bad feeling?” He asks, stopping to look at you and you shrug.

Jesse can’t admit it out loud, but the way that you look in this less than elegant dress is doing things to him that he knows are wrong. You’re definitely looking the part in your open backed black dress that has sparkled tassels down one of your legs. It’s driving him a little crazy and he thinks that you’re able to pick up on that.

“If you get to a point where you want us to leave, we will.” Jesse tells you. “Zero questions asked.”

You nod, smiling up at him. “Alright.”

You’ve never trusted anyone the way that you trust the man standing in front of you, looking incredible. You’ve been in love with him from the moment that you met, but knowing that if you said anything, it’d be putting the both of you in danger. Not to mention, it’s against the Jedi code to form an attachment to anyone, let alone a clone.

Unable to shake the weird feeling, you start to chalk it up to just being uncomfortable in this dress and heels. You’ve never worn something so… revealing… Something that makes you feel incredibly vulnerable.

Jesse starts to walk toward the entrance but you stop him and he turns back around toward you, confused.

“Is… is the dress too much?” You ask him.

He smirks. “Of course it is. But that’s kind of the point, right?”

With an eye roll, you walk ahead of him, hearing him chuckle behind you. But the moment he sees your back, looking so soft, his mouth nearly dries up as he tries to resist the urge to touch you.

As you open the door, you stop immediately and Jesse runs into you, looking above you at the activities going on around the room.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t bring Fives instead, I guess.” You chuckle, nervously, trying to keep some light humor about the situation.

“Yeah, I’ll say…” Jesse coughs.

Around you, couples, groups, individuals of different species are all indulging in their sexual fantasies, groping, tasting, and sharing each other. You may be the most dressed in the room. It’s enough to make you go warm in the face. Your mission is to seduce Maul if you have to before bringing him down.

“Wow.” Jesse murmurs behind you. “Maybe you should have left the dress on the ship.”

“Shut up.” You smirk, feeling your whole body go warm at the thought of being even more exposed in front of Jesse.

He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you over to an open couch. Your skin feels like it’s on fire whenever he touches you, leaving behind a wildfire down your spine.

“You remember the plan?” He asks.

You nod, realizing as you look around at all the other people, the two of you definitely stand out, being the only two people in the room, not touching each other.

“Jess?” You whisper, looking at him.

He’s much closer to your face than you’d been anticipating and you can’t help but look down at his perfect lips. Since he’d become an arc trooper, you’d hardly seen his face in the last couple months. Maker, you’ve missed it.

“Should we try to… ahem… fit in?” You chuckle, nervously.

“What?” He asks, confused at first, and then as if a lightbulb goes off, “Oh. Um, yeah, probably.”

Unsure where to go from here, you take his hand and he smiles at you… Should you climb into his lap? You really don’t want him to do anything he’s not comfortable with.

Jesse says your name and you look up into his eyes, waiting for him to take the lead. Although, you’re the commander. Maybe he’s waiting for you to take the lead.

As if he can read your mind, he guides you by your hips into his lap and as you settle, you feel his growing length harden underneath your barely clothed warmth almost instantly.

Of course, that would be a natural reaction. It’s not for you and it probably never will be.

Jesse lets out a soft groan as you lean around him, trying to see if you can find Maul anywhere.

“Sorry.” You whisper.

His grip on your hips tighten as you shift again and the groan he lets out this time is unmistakable.

“It’s okay… it just… feels good. I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“It does?” You raise your eyebrows.

He grins at you. “Obviously.”

Unable to help but grin back at him, you rest your forehead against his, letting the tension drain from your body, relaxing against him. He seems to do the same as he pulls you more against him, like he’s protecting you.

“You look way too good in this dress, cyar’ika.” Jesse murmurs, his lips so close to yours, they just barely brush against yours. “Fucking irresistible.”

With burning cheeks, a fluttering sensation fills your stomach and you try desperately to ignore it.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You look down between you at the iridescent mesh collared shirt that Fives let him borrow.

He looks beautiful in it, his tattoos and scars showing elegantly through the mesh. It’s intoxicating, looking at him like this.

“Think I should keep the shirt?” He chuckles, noticing your stare.

“It definitely suits you.” You run your hand down it, feeling the mesh, and his warm skin underneath.

He takes your hand, holding it over his pec. Are all the clones this fit? Geez, how have you never noticed? And stars, does he smell good…

“Did you just sniff me?” He teases.

“Shut up. You smell good.” You roll your eyes, starting to pull away.

“You do.” He brings you back down into his lap and the incredibly hard bulge in his pants is undeniable at this point.

Both of you let out sharp gasps, almost against each other’s lips. You can’t let yourself enjoy this, right? You could get in trouble. You could get Jesse in trouble.

But it’s just the two of you…

“Cyar’ika…” He groans, closing his eyes.

“Jesse…” You whisper, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

All of a sudden, a booming voice rips you from each other’s focus as you realize who’s talking. You pull away slightly, looking toward the small stage set up in the center of the ballroom, where Maul stands proudly, shirtless and grinning.

“Hello, everyone. I hope you’re having the most fun, indulging in each other. I just wanted to tell you all that the entertainment is about to begin.” He smirks. “You know the rules. No touching the entertainment and no finishing before they do.”

The lights go even more dim around the room, a spotlight hits the stage as two female Twi’leks and a male Rodian take the stage. Your gaze stays on Maul as he takes his throne at the head of the room.

“Should I…?” You nod toward Maul.

“Oh… yeah. Go.” He nods, subtly trying to situate himself. “Send me the signal if you need me. I’m watching.”

That shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but hey… maybe it’s just the mood of the room, influencing yours.

Getting up out of Jesse’s lap, and making your way toward Maul, you shove your nerves to the side, knowing that the Sith lord would be able to pick up on them.

“My lord?” You smile ever so slightly, bowing as you approach the dangerous Dathomirian. “Yes, lady?” He smirks down at you.

“May I?” You ask for permission to approach.

He looks up at the “entertainment” once more before nodding, accepting your request by gesturing for you to approach him. Walking up the couple of steps before kneeling down in front of him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, young Jedi?” He asks, leaning forward toward you.

Your head snaps up toward him. Kriff. You weren’t expecting him to know who you are.

“My lord-” You start but he silences you.

He grins, widely. “No need to worry, I care not who joins us in these halls. As long as you pose no threat.”

“Thank you… Lord Maul.” You force a smile.

You glance back at Jesse ever so slightly, to make sure he’s alright. He has a hardened look on his face that you don’t know. Is it fear? Anger?

“Please, sit.” He gestures toward his lap.

“Oh, I-” You start, quietly.

“Sit.” It wasn’t a question.

You nod, taking his thigh, sitting so that you’re facing the room full of people. Some glance your way. Others are still watching the stage. Maul’s warm hand finds its way up your thigh and you look up at Jesse in time to see his nostrils flare.

Anger it is…

“I’m sensing jealousy across the room…” Maul whispers warmly in your ear. “Most of it is jealousy directed toward you. Many want to sit where you sit now.”

“Is that so?” You mumble.

His grip on your thigh tightens with one hand as his other hand tilts your chin toward his face. Running his thumb up and across your lip, he smirks.

“But there’s one in particular who seems to be jealous of me.” Maul chuckles.

Is he talking about Jesse?

“Respectfully, I’m sure you’re mistaken, my lord.” You murmur.

“No, no. He’s the handsome clone glaring at me now, is he not?” Maul nods in the direction that Jesse sits and you stare at the arc trooper, nervous and wide-eyed.

Jesse stands up, ready for a fight. You shake your head, hoping that Jesse backs down. Unfortunately, that’s not Jesse’s style. He starts toward Maul but Maul holds up one of his hands and it’s as if Jesse can’t move, even though he’s clearly trying.

“Such a pretty man, isn’t he? I see why you want him.” Maul purrs. “What would he do if I had my way with you right here in front of him?”

Maul teases the end of your dress, chuckling darkly but you just keep your eyes on Jesse, who in turn keeps his horror-stricken eyes on you.

“He’d kill you after.” You tell him.

“Is that right?” Maul releases Jesse and he slumps to the ground, about to get up but Maul lightly pushes you up off his lap to stand. Everything seems to stop. The couples and groups around you, and the three people up on the stage.

The light comes back up slightly and now everyone has their eyes on you and Jesse and Maul.

“It’s cute that the Republic thinks that a young Jedi and a single clone could bring me down.” He smirks as you return to Jesse, turning to glare back at Maul.

“What makes you think we’re alone?” Jesse speaks up, subtly checking to make sure you’re alright.

“Because I don’t sense anyone else around. It’s just you two.” Maul starts toward you, but Jesse steps in front of you.

It’s actually not true. Rex, Anakin, and Fives are a couple kliks away, if push really comes to shove. It’s endearing how protective Jesse is of you. It’s not necessary, though. He knows you can hold your own.

You don’t cower in front of Maul when he circles you and Jesse, pulling out his lightsaber.

“What did you think would happen, little Jedi? You could seduce me and bring me down by yourself?” Maul muses, as if he could read your inner thoughts.

“You really like to listen to yourself talk, huh?” Jesse scowls, stepping closer to you.

Maul grins, bringing his lightsaber up toward Jesse but you pull him away.

“It’s a good thing I’m in a good mood tonight. I’ll spare you.” Maul backs away toward his throne. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” You ask, annoyed.

“If you admit your desire for each other and do something about it, here for all of us to enjoy. I’ll let you go.” Maul shrugs.

“You’re sick.” Jesse starts back toward Maul, but you stop him.

“And if we don’t?” You ask Maul, angrily.

Maul beckons someone over and all of a sudden, ten Dathomirian guards even bigger than himself, step out of the shadows, ready to kill you. Okay… so that’s how this is gonna go…

You look at Jesse and he pulls his pistols out from his back, raising them toward Maul and you realize that you’ve lost this round.

“She knows you don’t stand a chance, clone. Put your blasters down.” Maul waves the guards away and they slink back into the shadows.

“Stand down, Jesse…” You murmur, quietly.

Jesse reluctantly lowers his blasters and you stand there and stare at Maul. “So, what? You want me to tell him I find him attractive? Because I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“It is?” Jesse murmurs.

You turn around to look up at him. “The way we look at each other… it’s more than a commander and an arc trooper… isn’t it?”

He steps closer to you, taking your hands. “Of course it is, mesh’la.”

Despite the things going on around you, Jesse smiles down at you.

“I hope you can forgive me for being so oblivious.” He murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You nod, smiling up at him. “Of course I can.”

Turning around to face Maul again. “Happy now?”

Maul props one knee up on his throne, lounging as he gestures toward the stage. “On with the entertainment now, please.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. How could Maul be so ruthless…? You look at Jesse and he’s watching a few maids come and put a bed on the stage. The bed is dressed in satin red sheets with a few matching pillows. You can sense desire in Jesse, along with nervousness and anger.

Leading him over to the bed, you whisper softly. “We could probably make a run for it.”

“Do you see the size of those guards? If we had Fives with us… we could probably take them…” He murmurs, glancing at the guards before looking back down at you.

“I don’t ever want you to do something you don’t want to do.” You tell him, cradling his face softly.

“Trust me… I want to… Maker, do I want to.” He lets out a humorless laugh, squeezing your hand and you can’t help but grin.

“But?” You look up at him through your lashes.

“But not like this…” He shrugs.

You nod, understanding.

“Not even to save your beloved’s life?” Maul calls out, looking bored on that stupid throne of his.

Jesse shoots him a glare and your heart breaks for a moment, realizing he truly wants you like you want him. You sense the conflict within him.

Maul stands back up, bringing his lightsaber to life and you look back at Jesse, nervously. You had given yourself a foolish false confidence in thinking you were ready to take down this Sith Lord.

“I can return her to the Republic in pieces, if you wish.” Maul smirks at him, gesturing toward the bed.

You start to fire back an insult at the Dathomirian, but Jesse turns toward you, pulling you into his arms and crushing his lips to yours. Moaning desperately into the kiss, you instantly crave more as it starts to feel like you two are the only ones in the room.

“You’re sure?” You whisper against his lips when he pulls away.

You don’t think you could live with yourself if Jesse did something he didn’t want to. But stars… that kiss… You’re going to think about it for the rest of your life.

“I am. Are you?” He gives you a reassuring smile.

Trembling slightly from nerves, you nod, smiling back up at him, hoping to the Maker that the expression you’re carrying is that of need for this man. He gently pushes you back on the bed so that you’re looking up at him as he starts to slowly unbutton his shirt, his tattoos becoming more visible. Time seems to come to a standstill as he slides his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.

The lights around you go down so that you can no longer see all the people who inevitably are watching you and Jesse.

“Should I?” You start to reach your zipper in the back.

“Leave it.” He insists, his voice low as he places his pistols on the bed next to each other, and then your lightsaber in between them.

It’s obvious, he doesn’t want to give people more access to you… to your body. You nod and he starts to lean over you. You slide your hands up his chiseled torso, appreciating just how warm he is. It matches his personality perfectly.

“We’re the only two people here.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you again.

The soft whimper that escapes you is accidental and he can’t help but smile against your lips. His lips are like him. Warm. Inviting. Perfect. How you’ve gone this long without each other, you don’t think you’ll ever know.

“Maker, you’re so fucking pretty.” He gently guides you back further on the bed so he can join you. “I should have told you that sooner.”

“You did. Earlier.”

“I meant a year ago. The moment I saw you. The moment we met.”

You look up at him with a sense of ardor and pull him back to you so that you can kiss him again, melding your lips against his as he pulls you against him, still shielding you from everyone.

“I’m going to make you cum…” He whispers hotly, sending a wild blaze down to your core. “And I’m going to protect you so that if you don’t want them to see you come apart underneath me, they won’t see a thing.”

“Jesse…” You whimper, closing your eyes as he trails his fingers down to your thigh, placing kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“And when we get back to Coruscant… I’m going to take you back to my barracks and have my way with you. Or you can have your way with me. Whatever you want, cyar’ika.” He promises you.

The warmth in your core only intensifies as you think about what he could have in mind.

“Both.” You smile up at him.

“Both it is.” He grins before kissing you again.

Jesse’s fingers trail up to your clothed warmth and you let your legs fall open more for him. When he rubs against the fabric, you let out a soft sigh, clutching his muscular arm so that you might be able to ground yourself.

“I should’ve known you’d make the most perfect sounds.” He rasps. “All for me.”

You nod in agreement, letting out another soft moan as he hooks his finger around the band of your underwear, pulling them down and dropping them with his shirt.

“Tell me.” He whispers as his fingers return to your pussy. “Tell me this is only for me.”

“Only for you, Jess. I swear.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck when he swipes a digit through your drenched folds, making you let out a sharp breath.

“That’s right, cyar’ika.” He kisses your hair and rests his head against yours. “All for me.”

Jesse starts teasing your clit, causing your back to arch up off the bed and he holds you down with his thigh over yours. The gasp that comes from you almost sounds pathetic, but not to him. No, to him you sound like a fucking angel. He’ll even bet you cum like one too.

The bulge in Jesse’s pants makes itself obvious all over again and when your hand finds its way down to it, he groans softly in your ear, his voice low and rough with need. He’s just as desperate for you as you are him and all of a sudden, you don’t give a fuck who’s around. You need him.

“Jesse…” You whimper. “I want you. All of you.”

“You’re sure?” He kisses you again and you nod against him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

How could he say no to those eyes?

“Keep those eyes on me. Got it?” He nods.

You smile with a nod and push him over on his back so that you’re straddling him. His hands find your hips again and grip you tightly, forcing you to grind yourself over his clothed length. Both of you let out a sharp, needy gasp.

“That’s right, cyar’ika. Just like that.” He roams his hands up your body and you suddenly wish that you were more naked so that you could really feel his hands on you.

You want to keep that just for him, though.

“May I?” You smile down at him as you start toward his belt.

“Please.” He nods, grinning up at you.

Undoing his belt, you pull his pants down enough so that his thick length springs to attention and you make a mental note to appreciate it properly when it’s just the two of you back in his barracks later. You sit back on his thighs lightly so that you can spit on his cock, running your hand down it, pumping it a few times, making Jesse jerk slightly.

His eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck.”

“Feel good?” You murmur.

“You have… no fucking idea.” He groans with a soft chuckle, running a hand down his face as if he’s trying to get himself to focus.

“Keep your eyes on me.” You repeat his words back to him and he instantly finds your eyes as you confidently sink down onto him.

The groan that leaves him is downright sinful. The most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard in your life. A sound that you caused. A sound that you’d do anything to hear again.

When you start to grind your hips against his, his grip on you tightens even more and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to screw his eyes shut or take over.

“Come here.” You pull him up so that you’re seated in his lap and he’s eye level with you.

Resting your forehead against his, your hands find his neck and you can feel the heat absolutely radiating off of his body. With your dress bunched up around your waist, you’re hit with a slight cold chill. Jesse understands right away and wraps his arms around your bare back, helping guide you up and down on his cock. You don’t know where your moan ends and his starts as your mouths collide hotly against each other, desperation for each other completely evident.

“You feel like the heavens.” Jesse gasps as you clench around him. “Better than anything I’ve ever dreamt of.”

“You dream of me?” You smirk.

“Every… night.” He groans loudly and you start to hear the murmurs around you.

He glances away from you for only a second but comes back and flips you over onto your back.

“That’s enough of a show for them.” He shields your body with his again and starts to thrust deeply into you, making you wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

Tucking your head into his neck again, feeling protected, you allow yourself to moan for him, so that only he can hear you. His fingers snake down between the two of you, finding your clit again and start to rub firmly enough that you know you’re absolutely going to cum for him. You weren’t sure earlier, but now, feeling safe underneath him, you allow yourself to really fall apart.

“That’s right. I can feel how close you’re getting for me. You’re doing so good.” Jesse praises you and you clench around him again.

“Ah. You like to hear how good you are, huh?” He smirks. “How perfectly you fit around my cock? How the sounds you make were crafted by the gods themselves?”

“Jesse…” You moan loudly, being flung over your edge as you cum for him, shuddering underneath him.

“I knew it.” He kisses you on the head.

“Knew what?” You pant, looking up at him, smiling softly.

“That you’d cum like an angel.” He squeezes your hip once more.

Rolling your eyes at him, amused, you push him off of you and sit up, pulling your dress back down and grabbing your underwear, handing them to Jesse to put in his pocket. He picks up his shirt after tucking the weapons back into the back of his pants, buttoning it as the two of you stand, facing Maul.

“Are we free to leave now? Or do you plan to break your promise?” You ask him.

“I am a man of my word. Surely, you must know this.” Maul grins with a slight nod. “Just know, you’re welcome here anytime, Lady… Trooper.”

Jesse resists the urge to flip the Sith Lord off as he wraps his arm around you protectively, guiding you toward the door. The guards allow you to leave freely and you quietly make your way back to your starship, where Rex, Anakin, and Fives are waiting. Jesse releases you right before you come into view of the ship.

“Well, clearly that was not a win.” Anakin crosses his arms.

Before you can say anything, Jesse cuts in.

“We were outnumbered, sir.” Jesse stands at attention.

“Right.” Anakin doesn’t look even slightly convinced, but looks at you. “We’ll talk later.”

You nod your head, looking down at the floor. Rex and Fives join Anakin in the cockpit and you look at Jesse who relaxes again.

“Oh, you didn’t get to finish…” You murmur softly.

He carefully looks up into the cockpit, making sure no one is watching, and then leans toward you, backing you up against the cool durasteel wall, gripping your hip with one hand and then pulling your underwear out of his pocket with the other.

“Don’t worry, cyar’ika. I’m not even close to being done with you tonight.” He brushes his lips over yours gently and then joins his brothers.

You stand there watching him as he smoothly sticks your panties back into his pocket, biting your lip, praying to the maker that this ride back to Coruscant is quick.

Part Two

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lost-on-kamino · 2 years

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Changing the Disk

A brief interlude before we continue our scheduled playlist

(It’s been a while! But i finally picked up speed again for this part of Rhythm’s story, though it’s now a look over the other side of things... Please don’t hate me, Eps is already hunting me-) Small Cameos by: Remedy ( @kkrazy256) Twitch ( @gaeasun) , Sponge and Olly (@mwolf0epsilon)

The wind was calmer today, Pitch found as he peered from the building. He scratched his beard as he looked back to the sleeping brothers and sisters and siblings, recovering from their time in the front.

Granted he had been requested to stay with Coric as Kix and Twitch went off following the ‘Chosen One’.

Sure, Pitch trusted the man; but he often found Slick’s words rotating. He hadn’t been deployed for Christophis… But he heard the stories.

It had left him a lot of time to think when he was on watch as Coric caught up on some much needed sleep. The older Medic had decided to keep watch over him which was its own blessing in disguise… as much as he did annoy his ori’vod from his habit of bringing food into the Medbay.

You named it; Berries, cookies, fruit, chips, lollies; Pitch had brought it in to help his family feel more at ease. It was a quirk he called it… from past experiences of- Actually he didn’t want to think about it… He just always had food around, just in case. Always on hand.

He rubbed his face, likely smudging it with dirt as he kept his focus and leaned back on his perch. Pitch kept a silent watch, a soft smile on his face.

He could hear the distant roar of blasters and cannons in the trees and hoped they’d have time to evacuate if it came to it. Though he wondered how his brother lost on Coruscant was… Pitch only heard the news from the newly formed ARF Trooper, Bumblebee who had transferred from the 212th… Pitch had gotten to be good friends with him before his incident on Coruscant; which he then transferred to to keep with the Medic who was monitoring him.

Pitch shared it with his older siblings. Beat had cursed and remained off line, likely blowing steam over not being able to keep her promise while Tacet remained levelled headed and kept mediating between their siblings.

He felt a hand brush his hair and a whisper.

“He’s home.”

Pitch turned to his right, spotting no one as he narrowed his eyes. But the tone and… that feeling… That felt like Chord. Rhythm’s twin would always brush his hair and even joked about the former pilot to change his hair style. Pitch relaxed into his seat, Coric walking over and offering a canteen as Sponge joined them.

He had a feeling… It was ok.

Beat was keeping up with the other members of the Wolfpack. Though she could tell they were watching her, after her outburst in the training room. Fight after fight, keeping her head down. Any clone that offered to spar would be pummelled until Commander Wolffe got hold of her. It was not until after General Plo had offered to duel her and destroyed her that she admitted the words that prayed on her mind.

My Vod is missing.

Until then, nothing had really changed, but she could tell Boost and Sinker would join her in morning sprints as they made their way towards another relief mission. Comet sat with her during lunch and talked to her, Warthog would ask for her help looking over the ships and Wildfire kept her busy with inventory. They were all keeping her busy and away from a path of self destruction.

What had meant to most was when Wolffe sat down with her and asked why she felt so strongly that it was her fault. That was when she told him about Chord.

That it was her push and plan that caused the explosives to rattle the citadel challenge, Chord was the medic and rushed to save Rhythm, his twin and was bludgeoned to death.

She was the eldest. She needed to watch her siblings and protect them, that was her promise to Chord. And Chord helped her work out who she was. Wolffe had simply listened and thanked her for letting him learn about Chord. That Chord would be proud of her growth and he wouldn’t blame her as they were all following orders… and sometimes, it doesn’t go all to plan.

You lose everything and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

You watch as everyone dies around you yet continue to live when the Captain should have gone down with the ship.

You can only watch as your remaining brothers fight with your general and you can only hope whatever force is out there. The one who could barely breathe as the Escape pod came close to releasing the precious air as you called for help, locating the one person who was close to your battalion as a sister.

Then the wait as you and your remaining two brothers recover, hoping for the news of sweet revenge as the wolf’s fangs to kill off the one who had taken so much from you.

Beat could listen in quiet horror, realising she could relate to her commander more than she knew. That was the day she swore her loyalty to the pack. It was when Beat had returned to training; slow punches as Sinker cheered her on; she felt a tremor.

A distant humming on the breeze.

A song that she and Chord would hum, copied from their trainers, to ease their brothers.

He’s home.

His voice sung softly as Beat stumbled in her next punch and fell to the floor, catching herself as Sinker knelt by her. She sobs, tucking herself in as the Wolfpack surrounds her. Wolffe walks in and knows as Warthog dashes in like a hot landing, holding a chat message likely from his Batchmate, Hound.

It will be okay.

Tacet found themselves watching as the transport ship took them back to the Negotiator. The ARF Trooper sinking slightly in which knowing he had done his darn hardest to look for his batchmate. As the second eldest… it was his duty.

They heard their name as Boil waved and they quickly clipped their helmet to sign back ‘Hello’, waving their hand.

“Any luck?” Boil questioned as they walked towards their stations. Tacet shook their head.

They held their hands to their chest and shook them, mouthing the word.

‘Nothing’

Boil pulled Tacet close.

“They’ll find something.” He reassured as Waxer soon joined them and the three slowly chatted quietly among themselves. They had worked out what Tacet had been doing when he quietly returned to the barracks late in the Coruscant night and they had also kept an eye out for Tacet’s vod’ika.

The ARF Trooper stretched from his position at the desk, looking over the channels for distress calls, Boil and Waxer within his group before the big jump to their next battlefield. The thing is with Tacet, would be that the thoughts would linger in his mind, circling.

Was there more they could have done? Did they search hard enough for Rhythm? And those thoughts would remain until he knew about his Vod’s whereabouts. He sunk slightly, a nudge from Waxer and an soft smile pressed him on. Boil looked over and muttered about getting Caf for the three, moving off as Tacet paused at a message that flicked on his comm channel.

Olly.

Waxer saw Tacet frozen and peered over. It had been sent about 10 minutes ago and Tacet was hovering over the channel. But it wasn’t the fear of checking. A soft murmur had rattled his mind.

You know its good news, Tacet.

“Easy, Vod.” Waxer smiled, taking the place of Chord as Tacet flinched and looked over, rapidly apologising. Waxer took the lead and pressed the channel.

When Boil returned, the sight of Tacet leaning into Waxer’s arms, face hidden and arms trembling; he knew Rhythm would be alright.

It was perfectly okay.

Rhythm curled up in his covers, head down as he prepared himself for another day.

Tomorrow he’d catch up with Lenta and the kids, something he looked forward to as he needed to return Vite’s Massif plush. Remedy had cleared him finally to start heading out again after his leg was fixed up despite the scarring around the knee and shin.

He smiled to himself.

Everything should be back to normal again, he can return calls and catch people out in their language… He would patrol with Bumblebee and Bulkhead to get used to stretching his leg in armor…

Everything was good.

…

Blank eyes shot open late at night. The buzzing of the room and soft snores of the other guardsmen hummed in the air as CT-2895 prepared and suited himself up.

He paused when he saw the Riot Trooper shift in his bed, turning to walk off.

He froze again when he stepped on something. Looking down at what appeared to be a stuffed Massif, he stared blankly before pressing down more and walked off into the night, helmet on tight.

After all, Good soldiers follow orders.

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A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 99

Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Slight Canon Divergence - Prince of Dathomir Masterlist

Word count: 3750 Contains/Warnings: Suggestive content, making out etc Chapter Summary: The clones reflect on the aftermath if the invasion and Maul & Zaiya get… cosy. Notes: NEXT WEEK IS THE 100TH CHAPTER OF APOD. OH MY GOD! That being said, this is the last week to enter your questions for the Q&A, I will be posting it as a bonus to Together Part 2. And… oh my. Next weeks chapter. It's looking like a long one. But a little …spicy… Or maybe a lot spicy, you'll have to find out then -- IN CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED!!!!!! (I might be a little excited about this. Just a bit.)

(more at the end!)

Together - Part 1

“So… she’s gone,” said Caboose quietly, sounding sad. It was only a little while after the battle, and the ARC Troopers, or what was left of them, now sat in their training room, a brief reprieve while the teams that were in charge of cleaning up began to assess damage and the medics in the med bay all worked overtime. Caboose himself had just come from a shift to spend a little time with his brothers before he rested.

This was their training room… her training room. Their Ver’alor had been… darjetti? It had spread like wildfire since the battle, several of the men having seen her chasing down that harpy Ventress with a red lightsaber in her hand.

They didn’t know how she’d gotten ahold of one, or how she’d used the Force so powerfully to stop a ship mid-flight like that. Almost everyone had seen it, and if they hadn’t, there was plenty of holo-footage to check.

The officials of the Republic had already issued a notice that former Lieutenant-General Siren of the training facilities of Kamino was wanted for questioning by the Jedi and the Republic. Officially it was an inquiry, unofficially… well it ranged from a rogue Jedi, Separatist spy or even another Sith.

“I can’t believe it…” muttered Rex. He’d barely stopped working, and had only been dragged in by Cody to check on the other ARCs… this news hit them harder than anyone. Rex had given her intel, calls on his progress, about the war… she had regular contact with all of her ARC Troopers… how could it be true?

“She’s a traitor then,” Hunter said dejectedly, his eyes on the floor.

“The hell she is!” snapped Alpha, he’d just joined them but he was not dragging his feet like the others. He almost stomped around, angrily snapping at anyone that even mentioned Siren’s name.

“You heard the Generals, you saw what she did--” Rex began, pushing himself to stand.

“I did.” Alpha glared at him, then each of the approximately dozen men in turn. “I saw everything she did. Not just today, but every day, she pushed herself like she pushed all of you. When she was captured a few months ago? She nearly bled out, helping some of Bacara’s men escape. She stood for us against the long necks, she put everything into our training so we could survive…” He poked Rex in the chest plate firmly, making the Captain have to take a step back. “You all know it, you all saw it. I don’t give a damn what the officials say. I saw her face when she had to listen to Havoc, Colt and Ninety-Nine die. No spy could fake that. And you all know it.” There was a tense silence.

“But… then why would she hide her powers? The lightsaber?” asked Caboose nervously.

“I don’t know, but I don’t care,” Alpha replied. “She never liked to talk about personal things, and it isn’t our damn business. She looked out for us. If she could have been shot instead of Ninety-Nine, would she have done it?” Rex thought about it for a moment and realised that yes… if she had been able to, she would have protected Ninety-Nine herself.

“So then the training program--” Tech began.

“Will come under my jurisdiction. Siren and I had everything settled. We were prepared for this.” Alpha seemed less angry now. Rex frowned slightly.

“She knew she would have to leave?” Cody spoke up.

“We weren’t expecting it so soon… but yes. Even then, does it really matter?” Alpha looked at him and Cody shook his head.

“I guess not.” Though he didn’t seem fully convinced.

“She might not be the Lieutenant-General… but she’s still Ver’alor,” Rex said finally. He was certain, she was a good person. She cared. Despite her occasional comment about being a monster. No, she was one of them.

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It was no trouble.

Maul and Zaiya had shared a bed before. Though… he had been ill and not fully… healed at that stage. Nor had they been pretending to be married either. Maul noticed Zaiya chewing on her lower lip for a moment, lost in thought as she stared at the bed as he had done a moment earlier and decided to step past her. There was too much on his mind, her strange charade didn’t matter… he didn’t know why some of the words had lingered in his mind at all.

He’s the starlight of my life…!

That’s what she’d said. She’d also called him darling and beautiful which was strange in itself but… starlight. That was… specific. Something he’d said as children and what she had reminded him of on Coruscant. The stars were so beautiful to him back then, when he was so full of naive wonder.

Did she mean something by it?

He turned back and she was rummaging through her own pack and had thrown off her cloak. He hated seeing her covered in bandages. He could still smell the blood. He still didn’t know what possessed him to treat her wounds earlier. He knew she would do the same if it were him. Zaiya had always fussed over him and his brothers even when they were small.

Not that he had been fussing. It was only practical of course.

Mostly he was just glad she looked like herself now, seeing her with the dark hair, human face… no markings, her lips the wrong colour, that endless blue of her eyes masked by a muddy brown, the voice that was not her usual smooth and musical tone… he hated that worse than anything else.

She should not have to hide! The Republic searching for her, the Clones that had stolen so much of her time… He didn’t know what infuriated him the most, that they had managed to manipulate her into caring about them, or that he had missed so much time. Or perhaps it was that he was simply furious he had not had a chance to destroy Kenobi once and for all.

Zaiya had shared her memories of various incidents and all the information she had learned with him in the dreamscape. He had seen many of the Clones' faces and while Zaiya could distinguish them easily, he did not have the insight of the Force in person to know the difference. He also found that he didn’t particularly care.

What did bother him were the incidents with the Jedi. He recalled the way Kenobi had spoken to her in the memory and it made his blood boil. In fact there were a few incidents he found particularly aggravating though there was a slight sense of pride in him as he witnessed Zaiya unleash her fury on the deserving victim. There was something deeply satisfying about watching her let go and sink into the Dark Side.

With a slight shiver he found himself back in the present moment, and Zaiya had turned her bandaged head to look at him. She blinked and he frowned back at her.

“Did you hear me?” she asked and he realised he hadn’t been listening.

“No,” he admitted and part of him expected her to lash out and become angry. As he was used to. Instead… she smiled.

“You must be tired, sire.” She stood and gestured to the bed. “I have the salve if you need it…” she trailed off and glanced away for a moment. She cleared her throat. “Anyway, you are still healing, take the bed and I will be fine on the floor--” she gestured to her cloak and before she could continue he scoffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it will take longer to heal if you sleep down there,” he began and felt a tingling on the back of his neck because even he knew he was lying. “I don’t want to hear your complaints tomorrow, just sleep on the bed, it’s large enough.” He kept his expression annoyed, even when she raised a brow at him. She looked him over for a long time and he was ready to snap at her again when she gracefully inclined her head.

“As you wish, my Lord.” Maul’s fists clenched briefly. Even he was aware that the way she addressed him was… he didn’t know the word he was looking for, but the sensation made him want to open one of the windows.

He eyed the jar of salve with mild apprehension, he did not want to admit to the trepidation he felt when thinking about her assisting him again. They were no longer on Kamino… or surrounded by enemies. He could easily just--

This was hardly the time.

She was injured. He still had the chemicals on his skin from the bacta tank. They both needed a decent cycle in the refresher. Zaiya had once shown him the baths and hot springs on Dathomir. How it had been warmed, he didn’t know… and he was unwell at the time but… suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be in one. With her.

Inwardly shaking his head, Maul moved to the bed. This was ridiculous. He didn’t need to think of nonsense. Since when was he so nostalgic?

He stripped himself of his cloak, ignoring the salve in her hand and stepped over to the bed. He had been ignoring the pain in his legs for the last hour, once he laid down he was sure it would eventually go away. He noticed Zaiya watching him and shrugged it off, why was she even looking at him like that?

He noticed her beginning to remove her own cloak and the vision of her in nothing but her small clothes flashed in his mind. Sith hells. This was going to be a long night.

Maul threw the cloak aside and shifted to the bed, pulling off his boots and ignoring the rough material on his skin as he did so. He glanced down to see his own bare feet, though they looked alien to him without the markings on them. Abrasions marked the crimson skin where the boots had rubbed against his flesh, the skin no longer toughened and conditioned to material or rock or ground. They were hardly even conditioned to have weight resting on them and as he laid back there was a screaming pain in his hips, thighs and calves.

The salve usually helped, but he refused to give in. He could handle pain.

The bed was far softer than the cot provided in the medical facility. Softer than the bed he’d been given through the entirety of his training under Sidious. Even then, he’d never really slept. It was more… restful meditation, part of him was always alert and waiting. He thought perhaps that his time on Dathomir and in the tank was probably the deepest rest he had gotten in most of his life.

He had heard the door lock so there was at least very little chance of them being walked in on and seen to not be who they pretended to be. No one knew them here. They were safe.

Supposedly. Whether or not that was actually true, he could never be sure. A Sith was always meant to be ready for anything. Any attack or any occurance. He laid back against the soft bedding and eyed Zaiya curiously. She certainly seemed to be prepared for anything, and ready with lies to outsiders so easily. Was that part of her training? If it was… then that comment --

“Do you need anything sire?” Zaiya asked, standing on her side of the bed, the salve jar laid on the side table carefully.

“No… lieutenant.” He added her title in an afterthought. Everything felt so strange. Everything he knew, all his life, his goals, his purpose… the certainty he once had… was gone. There was no end goal, no grand scheme anymore. He had to figure out his own path. It was something that gnawed in his gut as he thought about it. It was something he had banished for so long.

Fear.

He was not supposed to fear. He was supposed to ignite it in others. He stared up at the ceiling, his luminescent yellow eyes gazing into the darkness as his mind worked. He dare not voice these thoughts. Doubt would only lead to failure, and he could not doubt in himself, nor that he knew the path.

One path was clear to him of course.

Revenge.

Kenobi was still alive and Maul knew where he was… he just had to call the Jedi out, that he could be alone and finally take him down --destroy the filthy hypocrite that was the smug Jedi Master. A padawan and now a Master, not just a Knight. His lip curled in disgust. He would make sure that Kenobi suffered.

Slowly.

Painfully. He would--

His thoughts cut off as the bed shifted. Maul tensed, turning his head very slightly to watch Zaiya lay atop the covers and recline to lay flat. She was just in the leggings and long sleeved fitted top… he was surprised to note that she had taken her gloves off. His eyes drawn to the lines and dots of black against her pale skin.

“It was getting a little too clammy,” she said and his gaze lifted to see her looking at him. Had he been staring? He gave no reply but looked back down at her long fingers. His own twitched where they lay under his head, and he did his best to ignore all the urges he had to reach out and grasp her hands.

Perhaps laying here together was not the best idea. The thoughts from earlier raged in his head until he began to feel the heavy pull of sleep tugging him down toward rest. He turned a little, on his side, toward where Zaiya lay. He looked at her then and he was struck with an ache in his chest. The way she curled up, facing him, the prominent curve of her hip, her shoulder… she looked so small suddenly, innocent and … perfect.

He couldn’t think that. He couldn’t let his mind go there.

“You didn’t mean it,” he muttered, his eyes closing.

“Mean what?’ she replied, her own voice slurred and laden with tiredness. She seemed half asleep too.

“Mn…” he mumbled, letting himself sink against the pillows. “Called me… starlight…” he let out a soft snort. Was he dreaming already? This felt so silly.

“‘Course I did… you’ve always… been my Starlight, Maul,” she let out a sigh and shifted, before he even realised it, she was snuggled up against his chest, her head almost against him.

Maul stopped breathing.

His eyes shot open as he finally realised what she’d said, her hand reaching out to rest against him.

She said his name. She called him… He suddenly could not feel the pain in his legs for the ache in his chest. He stared down at her.

She was not afraid, she was not worried. She seemed… happy? For all the anguish she had felt earlier, she seemed to be content now. Did she feel safe with him? How was that possible? He was the most dangerous man in the Galaxy aside from his former master. How could she feel safe here?

And yet…

Slowly, he raised his arm, and let his hand gradually lower to rest on her waist. Zaiya hummed and seemed to smile in the dark. Maul was frozen for a minute, just watching her.

He dared not give thought to the strange feeling that made his chest feel so tight he could barely breathe. He dare not think about it. He couldn’t. This was a weakness, it was wrong. He shouldn’t let himself…

Then her hand bunched in his shirt and a slight frown crossed her soft pale features. His hand slid to her lower back before he even thought about it and she seemed to relax.

Perhaps he shouldn’t… but here it was just her, here in the dark. Just her. Maul let his eyes close and draped his arm properly around her, if it was just her, maybe he could allow this little moment.

He held her then, in the dark on that little swamp planet, let her lean against him and took comfort in having her close. He never had the nightmares with her there. She had always tried to look after him, but she was wounded, and tired. Perhaps he could comfort her? It was ridiculous but… he was too tired to argue with his inner thoughts, with the dark part of his mind that demanded he push her away. He didn’t want to.

For now at least, he would let himself have this moment. Just one… perfect moment.

He pressed his lips to her forehead and relaxed against her. Her words filling his mind as he drifted into unconsciousness. The smallest of smiles crossed his lips and he whispered against her hair;

“You are my Starlight, Zaiya.” Before fading into sleep.

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The following morning, Zaiya awoke differently than usual, unlike the sudden alertness and tension that usually came, this was a slow rise, as though from a pool of water into the waking world. She could feel such warmth all around her, and slowly became aware of something very warm and firm pressed against her.

What was…?

Her eyes slowly opened and she was face to face with crimson and black skin peeking through the fabric in front of her. She blinked, blearily and let her gaze lift higher, and her eyes widened as she was almost nose to nose with Maul, and looking into his peaceful sleeping face. Her mouth ran dry as her lips parted.

He was so beautiful. How was it possible that he had such a gentle, beautiful and perfect face? One hand rose from his chest, the movement difficult because she realised that he was pressed so close to her, his arms wrapped around her. Her fingertips brushed his cheek and traced the tattoos on the side of his face slowly. She looked at him in awe, he was just so…

His eyes opened slowly and she met his unfocused gaze. Her chest tightened and she felt a fluttering in her gut as she took him in. The soft, gentleness of the moment was utterly humbling. She was struck with such a powerful feeling she didn't know how to describe. In the back of her mind was a thought she dared not focus on. It was too frightening to give into it.

He looked back at her as his eyes began to focus, her fingers trailed upwards to skate between his horns. His eyes fluttered for a moment and her lips curved upwards. A warm feeling filled her and the Force surrounded and flowed through her, connecting the two of them, and she could feel the power between them and couldn’t help but lean in further.

Zaiya’s body laid so close, pressed to his, one of his hands on her lower back, the other on the back of her neck. His yellow eyes searched her face and she felt his hands tense slightly, holding her tighter. She caressed him through his horns again, watching his eyes roll slightly and the tiny sound from his lips had her entire body tense, a strong feeling in her gut as her nose nudged his own.

“Maul…” she whispered, a slight tremor in her voice.

That seemed to be the breaking point and suddenly his mouth was on hers. Zaiya felt her mind swimming, the powerful sensation was enough to drag a moan from deep inside her to crash against his mouth. Her other hand grasped at his clothing as her first raked his scalp. His groan made her shudder, yanking her in close to hold against him firmly, as though he had not gained his rigorous self control so early after waking.

His lips pressed hard to hers, his teeth nipped her lower lip as the two of them entwined on the bed, one of Maul’s strong hands slid down, over the curve of her hip, skating the swell of her ass. Zaiya felt her eyes roll, he’d never touched her like that before, and it sent thrills up her spine as he gripped her thigh and dragged her leg to hike up over his own, as though he needed to drag her closer to him. To hold her tighter, to keep her there.

Maul’s tongue slid against her lower lip and she shuddered as she kissed him back, her own teeth dragged against his lower lip, biting him and looking into his eyes. She watched his pupils dilate like a predator and the growl that sounded from him nearly turned her into a puddle. He made a sound that she was almost sure was a curse and her eyes rolled into her head.

He shifted and suddenly she was pinned beneath him, his hand gripping her thigh so hard it might bruise. She hoped it did. Maul pressed against her, and for a moment she thought she felt something against her--

Knock knock!

Maul and Zaiya froze, stopping just short of jumping away from each other like two teenagers caught by their parents.

“Mornin’ love!” called Jannita through the door, “sorry t’ wake ye, but we’re servin breakfast shortly!” Zaiya took a second to remember the voice she’d used the day before.

“Thank you so kindly, we’ll be down shortly!” she called and laid back with a sigh, once she heard the retreating footsteps, she ran a hand over her face and looked at Maul. “Morning, sire.” He was staring at her again, but his pupils were blown wide as though he about to pounce and it made her spine turn to jelly. She wanted to drag him back over her and kiss him like that again.

He had kissed her before of course, but this one had felt a little different.

Suddenly he blinked and his guard was up again. It was so jarring she almost recoiled. “Get ready, we can enact your plan to leave at once,” he said abruptly and turned away, getting up, though she noticed a slight jerk as he rested his weight on his legs completely. She opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it. If he was at all like her, he might feel somewhat vulnerable right now… and she knew he hated that. He always had. It could also have been a male thing.

Notes: Are… are we upset? Did I cock block you all? Am I sorry? …. I mean sort of --BUT!

NEXT WEEK IS THE 100TH CHAPTER OF APOD. OH MY GOD!

That being said, this is the last week to enter your questions for the Q&A, I will be posting it as a bonus to Together Part 2. And… oh my. Next weeks chapter. It's looking like a long one. But a little …spicy… Or maybe a lot spicy, you'll have to find out then -- IN CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED!!!!!! (I might be a little excited about this. Just a bit.)

Anyway I'm currently writing this the night before posting and I am tired SO! I will leave it here with just a reminder that comments really help me keep motivated, to know what you like so I can do more of it. If you have a question you want featured, this is the LAST WEEK. Then it will be back to regular questions and comments! XD I hope you are all doing well and I love you all! Thank you so so much for reading this story and I appreciate all of you. Thank you so much. See you next week for the ONE HUNDREDTH-- ok I'll stop now. <3

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brother-genitivi · 2 years

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The Wolfpack

All references based off pics of Temuera Morrison. Also tweaked some designs and made some up, plus I included Tracer, Corvis, Wildfire and Warthog (my beloved) because they don’t seem to get much recognition :(

Individual pictures and notes under the cut:

So I’m 90% sure we don’t see Comet with his helmet off so I made his design pretty basic, just added some freckles and facial hair. Blessed Wolffe with grey streaks and moles. I gave Boost a tattoo that says “Plo’s Bros” like the decals painted on the 104th’s gunships. Sinker got moles but other than that, I left him as he was. I kept Tracer’s hair and gave him scars and slits through the eyebrow. Decided to deviate from Warthog’s canon design and give him a mullet, heavy freckles and scars. As we only see Wildfire looking 60, I added flame tattoos, light freckles, but kept his hairstyle and greys. He has much shorter facial hair. Corvis has no content whatsoever to base a design off, so I gave him a split-dyed undercut and many freckles.

#the clone wars #tcw #the wolfpack #104th battalion #commander wolffe #cc 3636 #clone wars wolffe #sergeant sinker #clone trooper sinker #corporal comet #clone trooper comet #clone trooper boost #clone trooper warthog #clone trooper tracer #clone trooper wildfire #clone trooper corvis #wolfpack my beloved ❤️ i gave some of them moles and freckles too #my art

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If you want to understand drawings under, please read this previous post:

And if you don't mind other my alive!Plo AU too. (They have order 66 au tag)

Commander! Comet

He was promoted when Wolffe gone to MIA, due to his works he had in position of the right hand for Commander.

He didn't have Wolfpack symbol in his armor before, but when he became new officer for battalion, he marked wolf in his shoulder. To mark his his new place and responsibility in his mind.

Actually, Comet was one of the 104th that didn't want to paint wolf in his armor because of preventing from losing his individual(for his mad love for the stars and comets). But he had more important things in his new life than his own thought.

Comet think Wolffe betrayed them. So he tries to be angry to him. But when he got so much stress, all he could think was the protective and warm affection from his former Commander and big brother.

Other original Wolfpack members worries about him. They call him puppy or little brother despite the fact he is now their superior. They don't care, for their precious brother's sake.

When Wolffe knew about Wolfpack is now chasing them, the first thing he said was "That's my boi" And other people just got confused.

"They are dangerous hunters, Wolffe." "Of course they are. I taught them better than anyone."

When Comet finally dechipped, Comet glued to Wolffe's body and cries a lot. He knows is was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully his big brother said nothing and just hugged him back till he got tired from crying and fell in sleep.

Rebellion! Wildfire

Yes, rebels Wildfire is Canon.

When he first saw Wolffe he thought he was dangerous with his chips.

And Wolffe though him dangerous too.

Chaos ensures.

Until Plo back to place with meal and says "WTK is happening here boys"

And Wildfire and Wolffe finally believe they are safe and enjoy the meal together.

Warthog

I hope you like this @dukeoftheblackstar

Warthog first thought Jedis are traitor like other clones.

But by the time passed, and the world under Empire got more cruel everyday, Warthog started to doubt about the betrayal.

He thinks about the Tracer, his dear friend, who died under command of Jedi.

But Warthog was saved his life for multiple times by General Plo Koon. It was truth. When he shouted for help, his General always helped.

He thinks, if he feels bad for kind hearted Jedi's death, would it be betrayal to his marched away friend?

And the answer was, no. When he got dechipped, he finally able to think about the truth freely with his mind.

That karking Sith Lord made this stupid war and forced his friend and brothers and Jedis to death trap.

Warthog runs to rebels gunship for revenge.

Sinker and Boost stops him and finally managed to calm him down with promises of vengeance for Empire.

And Wolffe witnesses his brothers chaotic actions again, after the very long time.

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queen-breha-organa · 2 years

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Do you think Plo Koon got the Wolfpack presents for Life Day because-

Clones don’t own anything, even their armor technically belongs to the Republic. Even their bodies belong to the Republic. As horrifying as it is, they’re government property. And they don’t have a set bunker. Battalions cycle through bases, and no one ever has a place to put things permanently.

So it has to be something they can take with them.

They’re on Coruscant for the first time in months, Plo Koon has duties at the Jedi temple, so they get three days of leave. There’s not much to do, hang around 79s, wander the lower levels, hang around 79s again, touch up their armor paint.

But the last day of leave they all wake up, and Plo Koon is already there, sitting by the door surrounded by gifts and floor pillows, just resting his eyes and waiting for them to wake up.

And they all sit around on the floor by him, and each present has a name handwritten on the wrapping, so they can pass each one out, and Plo insists they open them one at a time-

They all have a present from Ahsoka, and then a present from Plo Koon.

Ahsoka had bought them all ugly sweaters, as impractical as they are, she thought it would be funny.

So wrapped in hideous sweaters, the 104th open all their presents from Plo Koon:

Comet gets a copy of a Jedi holocron star chart. Usually seen only by Jedi Masters, the stars patterns were charted and studied by Jedi Mystics.

Boost gets a projective photo necklace, with the names of the original Wolfpack micro-carved into the pendants convex. He always remembered his brothers.

Wildfire gets a worry ring, which spins and is carved with the markings of the Wolfpack and painted in blues and greys. Plo says he hopes it helps Wildfire’s unsteady heart.

Warthog gets a Mandalorian voyager compass. Although modern pilots don’t need them, Warthog takes it with him every time he flies.

Sinker gets a 13 function multi-tool, engraved with his name and functions for rewiring. And Plo Koon says Sinker never has to be afraid of faulty escape pods mechanics ever again.

Wolffe gets a beskar ring, with the phrase “aliit ori'shya tal'din” engraved on the inside.

He doesn’t take it off. Even after Plo Koon and the Wolfpack are long dead.

#this took me #and hour to decide presents for everyone #star wars #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #swtcw #clone troopers #the wolfpack #commander wolffe #corporal comet #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper wildfire #clone trooper warthog #long post #sorry

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legomocfodder · 2 years

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Clones!

Jek-14 from his appearance in the Freemakers, Gregor, Rex, and Wolffe from Rebels, and Wildfire from the Imperial Assault game. In the back was my idea of Cody as a Purge Trooper, wearing similar armor but with a yellow pauldron.

I wanted to make some older clones (from the Imperial Era) using the proper skin tone. These minifigs aren't perfect, but I had fun doing the best I could with the parts available.

NSFW blogs do not reblog!

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totallycorrectjediorderquotes · 3 years

Conversation

Sinker: Part of growing up means realizing that your childishness is okay. Climb that tree!

Boost: Pretend you're on an ultra-secret mission even if it's just to get milk!

Warthog: Jump on the bed! Pick flowers! Eat a tin of cookies!

Wildfire: Roll down a grassy hill! Do somersaults!

Jag: Skip down the sidewalk! Dance in the rain!

Comet: Sleep with plushies! Life's too short to live it wishing you had fun!

Wolffe: Humans were built to have fun. We are designed to play. It is okay to live the life you want to.

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Smoothed Out Lines

113. “I wonder why you never look so peaceful when you’re awake. Worry lines have never suited you.”

AO3

Soft hours but also sad

The halls of the Courageous were silent and still as Plo Koon walked through them, hands that would normally be clasped or steepled hanging loosely at his sides as he walked.

Their last campaign had ended in victory, but it had been a hard won one with many losses from the Battalion. Too many. But to him, one life lost was one life too many— though Plo’s opinion that wasn’t shared with a good majority of the Republic, it seemed. Still, the upper chain of command— the main ‘Pack— hadn’t been taking it well.

It was to be expected, though, Plo mused as the door to his office opened quietly. No matter how many people died, the loss would still hurt, Plo knew this well.

He let out a soft sigh, the noise coming out akin to a hiss through his mask but his eyes softened. The original three, plus the additions of Jag, Warthog, Comet, and Wildfire were all piled together on the floor, blankets and the cushions from the couch in the office piled around them. Wolffe stirred a bit as Plo crossed over from the door to them, gently adjusting the blankets around them all as he sighed again.

They were just children.

And if he could duel Dooku and know that would be the end of the war, he would have done so long ago to save them all from the darkness of War.

Still, Plo reached out, gently carding his talons through Wolffe’s hair as he slept, eyes sad as he watched over his sons. He had noticed something over the months of war. With another sigh, he brushed his thumb gently against Wolffe’s cheek.

“In the past,” he murmured, “I wondered why you never looked peaceful when you’re awake…” He shook his head a bit, moving to gently brush his hand through Sinker’s hair. “Worry lines have never suited you. Any of you.”

He stood after a moment, stripping himself of his outer robe before gently draping the brown fabric over them all. “If I could end the war, I would, if only to spare you more pain, my sons.”

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tanyawritesstories · 3 years

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DNA test, anyone? | Wolfpack x Reader

So I said a while back that I was going to try and write a fic based on a @clonesandmoans post about the Wolfpack getting the reader pregnant after an orgy and not knowing which one was the father. So, I wrote just that! Hope you enjoy! 😉

Warnings: NSFW, smut mentioned, fluff, described orgy in a flashback, pregnancy, protective good bois

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You woke with immediate pain in your entire torso. Dull, aching, constant pain. As bad as that may be, it was a reminder of the mind blowing events of last night. You smiled at the thought, images flashing through your head.

Your brain couldn’t comprehend the amount of pleasure your body was feeling. Your skin was covered in sweat, bruises, and several hands. Gripping, massaging, spanking, all over you. You weren’t sure who was where anymore.

You were pretty sure that Wolffe was the owner of the cock that was in your mouth, hilt deep, choking you. His grip on your hair was just hard enough to cause a little bit of pain that easily flowed into pleasure.

Comet was the one with your tits in his hands, massaging them gently and using his mouth to suck harshly on one of your nipples. He hadn’t used his teeth on them, but his thumb and index fingers pinching and rolling was enough for you.

Warthog was in your right hand and Wildfire in your left. Both your hands skillfully working their cocks to climax. You didn’t know how you were managing to keep your body functions working since your brain had pretty much left you. You were on autopilot at this point.

That left Sinker and Boost to both of your other holes. Boost was in front of you thrusting into your soaking cunt with wild abandon. Not content to stop until he filled you to the brim with his cum. Sinker had filled your ass after working you open, it still stung a little when he slid in as he was impatient and rushed prepping you a little. He was now moving easily in and out of you thanks to his precum and how wet you were.

You were literally being fucked out of your mind by the entire Wolfpack and it was everything you had ever wanted.

By the time the night had ended, every one of them had stuffed you full with each of their cum. Your legs felt sticky at just the memory.

You sat up slowly, wincing as the soreness turned to sharp pains in your lower regions. You stood on wobbly legs, finally standing up straight and not losing your balance. After standing for a few seconds you were hit with an intense wave of nausea. Despite the pain, you ran to the fresher and promptly threw up into the toilet. You figured it was a result of the strange drinks the boys had mixed for you the night before. You had watched them add at least ten different alcohols into one concoction with potentially bad after effects.

You leaned against the wall after emptying the contents of your stomach. Still worth it. You proceeded with your daily duties as a civilian mechanic, doing repairs, safety checking equipment, seeing the boys off to yet another mission, all in a day’s work.

Everything pretty much stayed the same for the next week. Except the fact that you would randomly get nauseous and end up in a refresher, or with your head over a trash receptacle, puking your brains out. You had no idea why. The idea of it being the alcohol was a good one, but it wouldn’t be lasting this long. Food poisoning? But you ate the same thing everyday and never had this reaction. Just being sick in general was an option, except everyone was perfectly healthy, unless a sickness just appeared out of thin air.

You went to a medic after getting tired of throwing up everyday for nearly two weeks in a row. You were hoping it was an easy fix, that there was a medication you could take and make it go away so you could get back to work. That wasn’t the case.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, Y/N,” the shy medic began. “It can’t be that bad, can it?” You questioned, concern finding its way into your eyes.

“You’re pregnant.”

The information struck you like a mudhorn charging at you full speed. “What? T-that can’t be right,” you stuttered out. “I ran the tests three times, it’s correct,” the medic assured, “somehow you got pregnant.”

Then it dawned on you. The Wolfpack. That night they fucked you senseless must have overwhelmed your birth control and gotten you pregnant. Your head fell into your hands and you groaned. Fuck. Now what? What steps did you take from here? Do you tell them? That in itself presented an issue. All of them had emptied themselves into you, so who was the father? It could be any of them, it’s not like the baby’s looks or DNA could tell either. You knew if they pulled it up they would only find that it was a clone not which clone.

You sulked back to your room and had no choice but to deal with your situation. You weren’t exactly ready to be a mother, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. You had to tell them when they got back, there was nothing else you could do.

It was another few weeks when the boys finally got back. You were nervous as all hell and decided to tell them after they had gotten settled back in and relaxed some. You didn’t need to add to their stress or dampen their happiness. You welcomed them back like you always did and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, telling them you had a surprise for them later, so that they knew to set time aside.

That time came just before they were all about to bunk down for the night.

“So, Y/N, what’s this surprise you have in store for us?” Sinker asked with a wink.

“Well, it’s nothing like the last one,” you replied. You made sure you had all their attention before continuing. “I have something important to tell you guys,” you said, looking at the floor. You chanced a glance up and saw six pairs of eyes boring into you. You took a deep breath and prayed they didn’t flip out.

“I’m, uh, I’m pregnant,” you said, just loud enough for them to hear.

You got the opposite reaction to what you expected. Complete silence. Looking between them you could see each of them thinking, trying to figure it out. Comet was the first to decipher it.

“So which one of us is the father?”

You looked sheepishly at the floor again. “I-it could be any of you, possibly all of you.”

There was silence again until Sinker spoke up. “We’re that good, huh?” You looked up to see the smirk on his face before Boost elbowed him in the ribs and quietly told him to cut it out. An arm wrapped around your shoulders and you looked up to see Wildfire’s eyes looking back at yours. “Are you going to be alright?”

You closed your eyes, the full force of what you had done finally setting in. You were ashamed, embarrassed, and felt stupid. The creases of your eyes began collecting tears and you squeezed them shut harder, causing the tears to fall down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold back your emotions any longer and you broke down in tears. Wildfire pulled you into him and held you tightly as you sobbed into his shoulder, soaking his blacks. You felt the rest of the boys come to your aid, rubbing your back, running their fingers through your hair, holding your hands, anything they could to provide you some comfort.

You quieted down after a few minutes and slowly pulled away from Wildfire only to be taken into Wolffe’s arms. The Commander placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your face up to look at him, wiping your tears with his bare thumbs.

“It’ll be alright,Y/N. We’ll help you,” he assured, “We will all be with you every step of the way, anything you need, tell us, ok? This baby is all of ours, so we’re going to treat it and it’s mother like the greatest treasure in the galaxy.” The other men echoed Wolffe’s words with their own words of encouragement and promises to be there for you. You found a smile coming to your face, a feeling of calm washing over you.

“I don’t deserve you amazing boys,” you said.

Wolffe kissed your forehead, “No, cyar’ika, we don’t deserve you, or this amazing gift you’ve given us.” Tears rolled down your face, but this time from happiness. Everything was going to be alright.

The next few months were the most chaotic and stressful months of your life. The boys were so attentive to your needs and always there to help you. They hated leaving you to go on missions but they didn’t have much choice, and you assured them that you would be ok. But when they weren’t on mission, at least one of them was always with you.

They also made sure you were in perfect healthy condition. Walking you throughout the ship for exercise, making sure you stuck to a healthy diet and didn’t consume anything dangerous, and not letting you lift anything heavy, no matter how much you complained about some of those things.

Comet was usually the one to enforce your ‘food laws’ as you had nicknamed them. Refusing you things that would make you gain extra weight, and making sure you stuck to the list of foods you were given. He only let your cravings go so far until he took whatever you were eating away from you once you had too much. Usually that caused you to get mad or upset at him, the hormones only making things worse, but he was a firm man and didn’t budge even when you gave him your best puppy eyes. Though he wasn’t all bad, he always made sure you had food and if you were craving something specific he would run to the mess hall and get it for you.

Warthog kept you from working too much, usually he was already in the hangar when you would try and sneak in to get work done. He would notice you but pay no mind until you started doing something worrying. He would rush to your side and lift things for you or pick tools off the ground, go up on ladders, and occasionally escort you away from your workstation if you had been working too long. You would get upset at him too and worry that the work would go unfinished, but he would make sure it got done, by him or another mechanic.

Sinker was always there during your mood swings. When you would suddenly get angry or sad he would be at your side, comforting you or calming you down. He had a way with words and seemed to know the perfect ones to make you laugh when you were sad or soothe you when you were angry. He often dried your tears with his hands, always removing his gloves so you could feel his skin. You got anxious sometimes too, to the point you would be jittery. Sinker would be there letting you do anything to occupy your mind and get it off the anxious thoughts. Usually it was running your fingers through his hair or tracing his vertebrae with shaky hands.

Wildfire had specifically read up on the physical effects of pregnancy and found himself taking care of your changing body. You would wake up with muscle pains and Wildfire would be right there to massage the tension out of your shoulders or back. He would tell you facts and information he read off the holonet about which positions to sleep in to reduce the stress on your body. He would happily do little things for you, like rub your back or scratch an itch you couldn’t reach. Nothing seemed too big or small a task for him. He held your hair out of the way when your morning sickness kicked in and never complained. He would help you take baths and showers, scrubbing places you no longer had access to. Even going so far as to shave your legs and your vulva when you nearly broke down in tears saying you didn’t feel sexy anymore because of it.

Wolffe also contributed where he could, given it was hard because he was the busiest. He would spend time listening to you rant and rave about things that were bothering you or the events of that day, or the fact that Comet refused you cupcakes again. He was good at listening and hung onto every word you said. He often helped you shower too, since you loved to talk and sing in the shower. You taught him some songs and he would sometimes sing them with you. Oftentimes your mutual showering would lead to more adult activities. Seeing you big and pregnant always turned Wolffe on to some degree. Whenever your hormones would go crazy and make you horny, you always went to Wolffe. After finding out about his breeding kink you exploited it every time you were in need of special attention. It drove Wolffe feral seeing you naked and pregnant. He would give you exactly what you needed even when you didn’t know what that was. Whether that was fucking you rough and urgent or slow and sensual, he always knew what you needed. The other Wolfpack boys knew not to get in the Commander’s way when you would comm him asking to meet up in a less traveled part of the ship.

Boost was the most nervous about the situation that had been thrust upon him and his brothers. He hesitated to pitch in and help, not knowing what he could do but feeling bad he wasn’t as excited as the others. It took your assurance to bring him around, telling him that you were just as scared and nervous as he was. He decided that he would help keep you in shape and healthy. He would walk or jog throughout the ship with you, help you through light workouts that Wildfire told him were beneficial for pregnant women. He wanted to support you and therefore mirrored your workouts, making sure everything you did he did too, just so you weren’t alone. It often encouraged you and it became a challenge for you to get Boost to sweat with every workout you did. He was perfectly athletic and if you could get him to sweat and exert himself a little bit then that meant you were doing a good job. He even took up yoga with you, you were both just as bad being beginners and had many laughs and tumbles from trying strange poses. Sinker made the mistake of teasing Boost for doing yoga, you put an end to his teasing with a karate kick to the ass. Sinker never mentioned it again.

By the time the baby was due, the Wolfpack had transformed a corner of the barracks into a nursery. Complete with everything you could need, a crib, changing table and plenty of clothes for the little one. If anyone asked General Plo how any of those supplies managed to make it aboard he would swear he had no idea. But you all knew better. Despite the Force, the Jedi General was not a good liar. But he was a good babysitter.

You went into labor in the middle of the night, waking the boys up with your shouts of pain. They rushed you to the medbay and tried not to get in the way of the med droid as it delivered the child. They watched, some in horror, some in awe, as you gave birth. It was a perfectly healthy baby boy, who you could already tell looked a lot like his fathers.

You held the little babe on your chest and looked at the men surrounding you, most of which had tears in their eyes. “We did it,” you rasped out, your throat sore from screaming out in pain. “What are we going to name him?” Warthog asked. You looked down at your son, sleeping soundly on your chest. There was a little star shaped strawberry birthmark on his left cheek. “Nova,” you said.

“It’s perfect,” Wolffe agreed. He gently placed his hand on the baby’s head. “Our gift from the stars.”

#star wars the clone wars #star wars #wolfpack battalion #commander wolffe #clone trooper boost #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper comet #clone trooper wildfire #clone trooper warthog #wolfpack x reader

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