#commander wolffe angst

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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 ⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝘅, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗢𝗖 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗥𝗲𝘅, 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝗧𝘂𝗽, 𝗔𝗿𝗳 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6590

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝗢𝗖 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱,𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆, 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁, 𝗢𝗖 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗱, 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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𝗟𝗠𝗞 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ☺️

This has been in the works for weeks & tbh I wasn’t even sure I would continue the story I had lost so much inspiration & had major writers block 😣but here it is I know it’s long but the story behind this is long so there will be a PT 2 at some point 🤣

Big shout out to my angels @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @hellhound5925 for always being there for me , being like my biggest ever fans & ofc adding in their own parts to this chapter LYBOTHSM🩷

I apologise now if anything I’ve wrote triggers you or this isn’t really what you want to see on my blog, even if you don’t like it plz be kind✨

Cute moodboard made by my lovely @lune-de-miel-au-paradis 🥰

Dividers by the my best boo @idontgetanysleep & PS IMISSUUUU🥲

A couple of weeks passed blissfully since the news of your pregnancy came to light. Many happy wishes had been sent yours and Wolffe’s way , from your family, members of the Senate, clones and Jedi Masters alike.

As the days went by Wolffes protective instinct over you only grew stronger and the times he wasn’t here became full of anxiety awaiting his calls. Just to know he was safe, yes the clone wars may be over but that did not stop the crime families or the rouge sith sympathisers and knowing general Grievous was still out there was a cause for concern.

Your father had made you aware of proud he was, his heart was full and wanted to announce it to the galaxy. And once the 104th returned to Coruscant he would be holding a grand party in beautiful old Hall not far from the Jedi Temple to celebrate your news.

Wolffe and 104th had been sent to the outer rim an issue regarding the Pyke Syndicates but that’s all you had been told. Your mind span in circles forming such worry but for now you had to push that to one side and focus on the Holonet interview with Commander Fox regarding the issues surrounding Coruscant, crime was only getting worse and the crime families seemed to prosper without Palpatine. Many unhappy that the clones now have freedom who will protect their planet.

“Ready for this interview mesh’la?” Fox’s voice was soft, calming.

You watch as he takes an obsencnly large gulp of caf.

Brow raised as you let out a small chuckle.

“I’m ready but judging from your caf intake I’m not you sure are Fox” You playfully swat at his shoulder as you both make your way to the front of the senate building.

A sea of crowds protesting loomed behind the Corrie guards, a mass of questions and shouting filled the air. The day was warm, as if lightning had blossomed into the most steady of comforting yellow and orange glows casting its sunbeams on everything it touched, the sky was painted a bright blue decorating the high rise towers with such elegance.

Uneasy breaths hitched in the back of your throat you began to fidget with the hem of your robes, the closer you got to reaching the podium the greater the nerves became. Alas you stood straight aligned your posture and maintained eye contact with every living being stood before you. Fox took his place beside you oozing such confidence, his stance almost domineering.

“Citizens of Coruscant and the Republic I am Senator Crystal Lontac , I am here today with Commander Fox leader of the Coruscant Guard. I want to discuss your concerns over my most recent bill that successfully passed. Clones and their rights…”

You were abruptly cut off by a Rodian man shouting profanities.

“Sir myself and Commander Fox can assure you and every single person here you will be safe and the Coruscant Guard will do their upmost to protect u-“

Ranting and raving from the horde became too much, your senses became flooded in an overwhelming panic. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through your body, matching the rhythm of your escalating panic All sound seemed to drown away becoming distorted. Clutching at your chest, your fingers trembling, as if trying to keep the racing organ from leaping out of your body there and then.

Through all the chaos you felt a set of eyes bore into you yet unable to pinpoint who they were coming from. Those eyes they followed you - followed each movement you made whilst delivering your speech. Or lack of. Your stomach turned and an uneasy feeling lingered in your aura. Fox was quick to notice the worry painted across your face.

“Thorn have your men take control of this situation now” Fox ordered his trooper sternly via comm.

A sudden dull pain sentaches down the side of your body from something colliding with it, causing you to trip and stumble against the cold steps. Their unforgiving nature creating a pain, sharp like blades. You can already feel the blood vessel under your skin giving way, the black and blue hue will make itself known underthe skin in a matter of hours.

You stiffle out a whimper and fight back the tears that prick at the corner of your eyes and threaten to fall just as you did a moment ago.

"Crystal are you alright ?” Fox rushes to your side scooping you as glass bottles rain down around you both. An angry mob waging their assault on you, a situation you need to remove yourself from. Tear gas falls as the sound of blasters stunning anybody unruly enough who threatens to get get too close.

A sense of calm washes over you as your taken to a small room back within the Senate building, you hear the shrill noise of your comm going off- a hologram is waiting. You allow Fox to answer it your hands shaking uncontrollably, your mind elsewhere. Unable to focus.

Wolffe pops up expecting to see the face of his cyare, yet he is greeted with his Vod. The expression on his face instantly sours.

“Where is she? I’ve just seen that fucking interview- where is she Fox? Answer me!” His brows furrowed and his stare narrows the longer it takes Fox to answer.

“She’s ok Vod, just shaken as you can img-“ Fox’s voice quiet.

“Don’t make me fucking ask again.” The harshness in his tone shocked you and Fox alike.

He lets out a small sigh and walks over to you holding the hologram in his gloved hand smiling down as he places the device infront of you.

Wolffes gaze scans your face.

“Mesh’la I’m so sorry I was not present when this happened I.. I can inform General Plo to send me back to Coruscant.”

Through the blue of the Hologram you can see his eyes widen,a glint of concern and a look dark enough to kill.

“I promise you I am ok” you speak softly trying to blink away those stinging tears.

“The baby…?” His words stumble as he rubs the back of his neck a slight attempt to hide the worry under the disinterested confidence he portrays.

His words force you to grab at your stomach for a brief moment.

“Fox is taking me to see Kix shortly. Come back soon?” You flash him that delicate yet alluring smile, the one that had him hooked the day he first set eyes on you.

“For you mesh’la always. Only a few more rotations” A small smirk tugs the corners of his lips.

Maker you had missed him, his touch, his scent, the heat he radiates, the arrogance he oozed everything about him. His eyes once more become soft before he turns to Fox.

“Keep your channel open brother I have news regarding the Pykes and the family who seem to be controlling Coruscant”

“Affirmative” Fox’s tone now serious. You cant help put ponder what their conversation means.

The days fly by, some mundane whilst others had been hectic from your rather disastrous interview. The the trip to Kix was a pleasant one, it took your mind off everything if only for a short while , yet it hurt your heart knowing your lover was not present with you. Wolffe was with you via hologram but you needed to feel his presence, you needed to feel the way he runs his fingers through your hair, the way he holds you close whispering those sweet words you needed to hear.

Knowing Wolffe was returning back to Coruscant and the large party your father has planned you decided it was time to leave work and focus on the next few days. Your life had been manic and all you wanted was to relax in long hot bubble bath. The sharp beep of your comm breaks the silence in your office.

“Hello mesh’la” Wolffe greets you.

“Good evening my love” those words dance off your tongue. Wolffe knows you smile with more than your mouth, he can hear it in your voice, in the choice of your words. It was beautiful to him.

“We are on route back to Coruscant, I trust you won’t get into any further issues with the general public?” Sarcasm laces his tone.

“I trust you won’t be late as I’m sure you are aware we have a party to attend Commander” you retort. The way you emphasise his rank sends that familiar tingle rushing through his body straight to his already hardened sex.

You chuckle softly knowing the effect you will forever have on him.

“I don’t want to miss a thing” his gruff voice quivers with softness.

“You will be back soon and I am counting down each second Wolffe” you said, the smile beaming evident in your words yet again.

The comm ends and you spin yourself around on your office chair, that cloud nine feeling is back.

You stand up from your desk looking out of the large windows, the hectic life of the planet goes on and on. Each person in the crowd moves as if unseeing hands drag them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another, your thoughts drift from your lover to the worries of raising a child then to the little drama of your chosen attire for the party your father will be hosting. Leaving your office within the Senate, Fox and Thorn accompany you to your apartment- the norm.

Once reaching home you say your goodbyes to the clones, yet you were feeling intimidated almost as if those eyes that had been peering into your soul at the interview were only a few small steps away.

You jostle those thoughts out of your mind as much as possible so you take yourself off to the shopping district. Minding your business as you walk out of a small boutique two large figures brush past you in the bustling streets. You smile and mouth a sorry as you continue to walk back to your apartment building, but the feeling of someone behind you , watching you creeps in only stronger than before.

You suck in a sharp breath, the dread only intensifying.

“All alone Miss Lontac?” A tall striking man with glimmering green eyes appears from behind you, something about him and this situation has your blood running cold, but his features are soft … tranquil.

You blink, your brows furrow before you can even utter a word, he smiles at you.

“Senator Lontac… I saw your interview” he chuckles dryly.

“Oh- yes I’m so sorry erm yes I’m alone just off home. I guess everyone in this galaxy saw that disastrous thing” you stutter attempting to cover up your nerves, lacking the protection of your usual clone escorts. Oh maker how you wish and pray to the gods Wolffe was by your side.

“By yourself?” His eyes search yours, captivating yes but something about them seems dark something you can’t put your finger on. He flashes you a smile, his green eyes shine against the evening glow of the neon lights.

“Y-yes I have to get home I need some rest there is an event I must attend tomorrow Mr…. ?” you smile back fidgeting with your shopping bag.

“Finn”

“Let me walk you back Miss Lontac, a pretty thing like you should not be alone even on the surface of Coruscant”

Your nose scrunches in distaste for a few seconds before you realise, you quickly feign a smile.

One hand behind his back he ushers you forward to walk to which you accept his invitation. General chit chat flows as you find talking to him easy, you speak about the party your father is holding for you, about the silly worries of which dress you plan to wear yet nothing in too much detail. In no time your stood outside the bronze entrance doors of your apartment building.

“Well Crystal Lontac I thank you for letting me accompany you on your walk back, however I must admit I am at a loss as to why your partner , the one who is head of the Coruscant guard is not with you in the evenings considering the crime and violence this city is facing” his tone was more dry.

You watch as he leans against the door calmly a wave of cockiness surrounds him.

“My partner..?” Curiosity dripping in your voice.

“Yes your partner he must be defective for leaving such a beautiful girl like you all alone”

“Commander Fox is a friend, we work closely together he is nothing more. My partner Commander Wolffe will be home soon. He is aware I can handle myself….. Finn” your tone was calm, your eyes unflinching.

Finn lets out a small chuckle as he tussles his platinum hair slicking it back in a cocksure manner.

“Ah I see this Commander Wolffe is your romantic partner?”

You pause before answering him, a smile sigh escapes your lips as you gave Finn the side eye struggling to hide your blatant annoyance by his stand off-ish question.

“Yes he is my partner and he will be home soon, he’s due shore leave for a while. Thank you for walking me home, it was very kind of you. Enjoy the rest of your evening Finn”

You turn your back to this tall man and walk through the lobby, something in you has your head turning back to the large doors. You watch as he smiles and waves you off before walking down the brightly lit streets. Wolffe had taught you to trust your instincts , that your gut was always right. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly prick up, the hair follicles on your arms rise to meet them. Those eyes they are back, piercing into your body, like a seeping darkness. You can feel their sickly intent, enough to make your nauseous. Skin crawling you shrug it off and make your way into the safety of your home.

In the comforts of your apartment you set your purchases down in your bedroom and wander off to the fresher ready for that long hot bath you’ve been so badly craving. Outside the sky was dark, littered with coal coloured clouds and celestial bodies. You watched the steam filling the room, the whiff of lavender carries lightly and smoothly across the air invading your nostrils. Slowly you sunk down in your large tub, soaking in the heated water, feeling it hug every inch of your skin so gently. Breathing in the aroma was a heady combination of bliss and relaxation, to take each subject off your mind for a short while.

An hour passes by, an hour of calm and content. An invigorating feeling soothed your muscles and your over thinking mind. You stood in front of the mirror in the fresher wiping away the condensation completing your usual pamper rituals you studied body your hands drawn to your stomach. You smile to yourself remembering you need to get dressed, maybe eat something, drink some water but the excitement of seeing Wolffe after what feels like an eternity is too over powering.

Finally you step out of the fresher throwing on a white satin night dress barely covering much skin, you plod through your apartment and the noise of the keypad on your door alerts you to your lovers presence.

“Your late again” came your soft voice from the front room.

Laying back against your plush sofa with your eyes closed completely relaxing your body which was in a state of seventh heaven made all that more over-joyous with the battle hardened Commander home. A smile graced your full soft pink lips.

Wolffe began rigorously removing most of his armor until he was just in his blacks before turning his attention to you sprawled across the silver coloured fabric, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched you gracefully climb up from your sofa and walk over to him. His stern expression seemingly melting as he came into arms reach of you, the woman he adored, loved and would do anything for. He wasted little time in pulling you into his embrace, slamming you against the wall lips hot heavy and desperate against yours.

“I’ll make it up to you” he whispers into your neck.

A small breathy gasp escapes your parted lips as you pull him so close, the air around you stills as his rough fingers creep up the delicate skin of your fleshy thigh eliciting a moan as he cups your cunt.

“Mesh’la…. Fuck I’ve missed you” his words as eager as his cock to slide into you and prove just how much he missed you. Your hands glide down his muscular body, ghosting over the thick bulge between his legs. Maker you are craving him.

“Do you feel what you do to me mesh’la?” he whispered in your ear. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

“I want you” you mewl out as he presses his palm against your throbbing clit.

Wolffe picked you up effortlessly walking back over to the sofa , his teeth bare, lips only slightly curved into a seductive smile. His eyes bore into you, the gaze between you both never once broke. Your legs clamped around his waist tightly reciprocating his possessive hold on you.

"You're my brightest burning star, you're my perfect desire. His words so soft yet laced with lust.

“It’s like I can feel you under my skin, Fuck- mesh’la it’s heaven to me” his lips graze over yours as the words spilled so beautifully rolling off his tongue.

Wolffe held your elbows softly as he guided you down to the sofa while he took his place standing behind you, admiring the contours and dips of your body. Your light skin complimented by the chalky satin that clung to you.

He bent your body over as he removed the flimsy fabric allowing it to fall down to your ankles, your hands firmly grasping the plush sofa’s back rest. Two large calloused hands fasten round your ass, the hold was harsh but you hungered for it, it felt good and Wolffe knew this.

Your wavy black hair fell gracefully down your back, and this position only enhanced every curve, everything that made you unique and perfect, oh so perfect for him.

At last after gazing across your bare body , Wolffe brought himself to look down to your tight pussy, gleaming wet, embellished by the soft pink hue on your ass cheeks left only mere moments ago by his harsh grip.

The room was filled with your content sighs and small moans.

“Wet already for me” his chuckle was dark.

“Let me show you just how much I’ve missed this cunt” he rasps.

A rough hand ran up your back as his gaze continued to lavish you. His fingers curled tightly around your hair, fisting it, the light tugging had a sharp gasp falling from your lips. The other hand took his rock hard cock placing the tip on your entrance pushing himself in slowly at first, shuddering every inch he got deeper.

A low growl ran deep in the back of his throat.

His immense length throbbing inside your tight walls, and from this angle he can see the flawless sight- your small pussy splitting open around his girth, this sparked something feral, something primal inside of him.

His tip bumped against the edge of your walls, the sting shot through your body like white hot pokers, and in that moment you both know neither of you could no longer resist.

Wolffe pulled out for a brief moment looking down at the sight of your dripping pussy gaping only slightly, then he forcefully slammed himself back in. Barely just starting, your lovers pace turned relentless. He wanted you more than he could ever speak in words, more than he could show, he needed you —and you needed him too.

“Wolffe…” you whispered strained and huffed

“harder… please, harder…”

A dark desire wickedly gleamed in his eyes as his gaze swept up and down your body. An ethereal vision he will never grow tired off.

“Fuck— you like that don’t you ” he hisses

“You like the way I fucking ruin you” he grunts in pleasure, firmly placing his large hands against the soft flesh of your hips.

“Oh Wolffe- oh fuck yes”

Between your moans and groans you gasped for air.

At the prurience of your command, Wolffe sped up his already inhumanly fast vicious fucking, watching as your body writhed and squirmed so pathetically under him.

He releases a deep breath and in a barley controlled voice he murmurs filthy praises and curses. His jaw ripples with unrestrained tension as your lewd moans only get louder.

Music to his fucking ears.

Fucking into you even faster, Wolffe tugged slightly harder on your hair, drawing screams and panting oh so deliriously entranced by satisfaction.

Your walls clamped so desperately around his cock as a heat licked the base of your spine, your legs began to wobble, your heart skittering. The pleasure was intense and so overwhelming, the air in your lungs thick your body vibrating with such a irresistible rapture.

Strings of strained obscenities fell from your mouth followed by praises and more desperate pleas for Wolffe to fuck you harder.

That pleasurable haze sweeps over you as finally reach the point in which you are unable to speak, only a shaking mess of whines and sobs. Your moans so loud filling your apartment, your body dancing as tremors and waves of your orgasm overtake you, sending you to heaven. Your cunt twists in delight as you soak his pounding cock with your milky cum.

“Listen to how wet your cunt is for me mesh’la” his voice was low and gravely.

Your pussy clamped and tightened around his cock crying out his name over and over, it was too much. Wolffe rams deeply into you one last time completely dominating your pussy and with that he came so hard his vision blurred while white dots danced across his pupil’s. Wolffes entire body jerked, pulsed and twitched as he emptied himself coating your walls with his release, leaning his scar decorated body flush against yours sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck panting violently.

Blissful moments passed, your bodies and breathing as one in sync. Wolffe began to slowly draw out of your sensitive core, keeping a steady hold of you as he flipped you over like a pillow and placed you on his lap as he rested back into the soft sofa.

“I love you mesh”la” he whispered into your pulse point.

His hand drifted down between your thighs, and he began to play with the cum that had leaked out of your pussy, his fingers began to work their way through it in soft and slow teasing motions, before gathering it up and slipping it back inside you with a touch so gentle it was like an aphrodisiac, the drug to your most perfect high.

In the hours leading upto your party a wave of nerves washed over you. You clutch your stomach studying yourself against the large mirrored wardrobes, the soft floating light ensemble with a creamy silvery sheen as if woven from starlight hugs your petite body without any fault. The sparkly material folded in a special sue generis manner crossing your breasts starting from the neck, leaving the belly and the entire back exposed- wrapping around your curves with such grace as it drapes over your shoulders , covering your neck and connecting at your core, before flaring back around your hips hitting the floor leaving little to the imagination.

Wolffe stood behind you, stoic and dashing in his grey officers uniform. His calloused hands placed firm around your stomach. His lips graze across your bare shoulder blades as he inhales your sweet floral scent, the one he loves and the one that intoxicated his nostrils so appealingly all those many months ago when he first laid eyes on you.

His tone low, husky.

“I have something for you”

He removes his hands from your body and into his trouser pocket taking out a small grey box.

“May I?”

You wordlessly nod a yes watching him from the mirror as he takes out a dainty yet sparkling cluster of celestial stars pendant. The elongated tips of the north, south, east and west dazzle in the light. Gently he places it around your slender neck , his cybernetic and honey eyes fixated on how it sits neatly into the open area of your chest.

“Wolffe-“ His words cut yours off as he slowly pushes aside your curly raven locks and placing a tender butterfly kiss against the shell of your earlobe.

“Remember I said you were my brightest burning star? I want you to have this as a reminder that you’re the star at the center of my universe. The light in the darkness” he whispers.

“Something I’ve never had and something I never want to loose”

After each word he places kiss after kiss against any part of you his lips can reach, you shudder as his hands roam across your chest, fingertips dance across your arms up your neck and across your jawline. Your body quivers with warmth and endearment.

A giggle breaks the bewitching silence.

“We are going to be late let’s go” you turn around kissing his nose before taking his hand leading him to the door.

A knock has you curious as to who this could be. A natborn dressed smartly in a black tux holds out a small bunch of your favourite flowers Alderaanian flame roses- another preference of your late mother. Still a very hidden secret from Wolffe and the rest of the galaxy. One day you will bring up the courage to really delve into your past and those skeletons in your closet. You thank the driver as Wolffe places the exquisite flowers in a stained glass vase upon a table in your front room, accentuating the aesthetic of the your apartment. The place Wolffe calls home.

A large speeder awaits you both outside your apartment building , as you and Wolffe climb in the nerves stir and rumble inside of you that you fail to notice a figure lurking in the shadows watching your every move. Stalking his prey.

“Mesh’la your father seems to have gone all out here am I to expect this and more once we arrive?” A hint of sarcasm runs through his dry tone.

“It appears my father has taken a leaf out of my mothers book” you speak fidgeting with your dress.

Wolffe notices the aura around you changing slightly and kisses your temple.

“I don’t know much about your mother mesh’la…”

Craning your neck you gaze out at the city, the energetic streets below bustling to the brim continued its normal routine as the starry black sky vibrantly glowed. You let out a deep sigh.

“Another time Wolffe not now” the tone of your displeased voice makes for a rather quiet ride over to the old hall.

He keeps a firm grip of your hand a voiceless way of saying it’s ok we can do it in your own time. Like Wolffe this is something you’ve never had and do not want to loose.

Upon arriving at your destination you are greeted by members of the Wolf pack dressed in grey suits and the Corrie guards in their striking crimson armor, each clone may of resembled one another but they were very different in their own unique way. A bashful smile erupts across your alluring face. Walking in hand and hand with Wolffe you noticed heads turn, you heard gasps and murmurs from the many guests , smiles and cheers as you past by. Once again the harsh overwhelming feeling hit you hard, the sorrowful feeling runs through your body. You could only wish your mother was here to share this news.

Server droids buzz around frantically, laughter and music fills the old halls, a large table covered in quite an assortment of rather delectable looking platters and the smell of Ne’tra gal (Mandalorian Black beer) hit your nose. That and tihaar (Mandalorian spirits) were always your fathers favorite. Mandalorian customs aren’t shy of delicious food and drink.

Your father approached with a bitter sweet smile on his face. Aay’han, you had heard him once call it. The bittersweet moment surrounded by those you love to celebrate while remembering those who aren’t with us. Your beautiful mother to be exact. Most women would be sharing the excitement of their pregnancy with their mother. Unfortunately this is not something you are able to do, and it pains you.

Looping one arm in yours, your father turned to the guests and raised his glass, “K’oyacyi! (Cheers)

An ear splitting sound of cheering and clapping fills the large vintage room, the twinkle of the lights, the smells of the Arallutes flowers decorated around each table, and the faces of people you loved and cared for left a feeling inside one could not describe. You took time out to speak to nearly every guest, Aliit members from Mandalore attended, many members of the senate, a mix of clones from the 501st and the Wolfpack, of course the Corrie guards had been assigned as protection for each person in the room- especially you.

In the far corner you noticed Tup with a familiar lady… Tiva-sa, this brings joy to your heart.

“Well well well and when did you two plan on telling me?” You tease placing your drink down on the table as you eye them both.

“My beautiful best friend it’s hardly news to your announcement” the pretty twi’liek giggles wrapping her arms around you.

For a long while you both hold each other, you embrace Tiva-sa and her kindness, her warmth. You thank the maker for a best friend like her.

“Mesh’la I am so happy for you and Commander Wolffe you both deserve only the best” Tup comments placing his arms around you both.

“I will leave you two to enjoy the evening” you smile softly before walking off to the large dance floor.

You notice Wolffe having a conversation with Fox, by the looks of it this does not show as the average chat, it’s deep. Your mind very clearly elsewhere you fail to notice your father stood behind you.

“Darling ad’ika you remind me of your mother, she would be so very proud of the amazing young woman you have grown to be” his words break for a moment , strained and soft, not his usual tone.

“Wol’ika will protect you once I am gone, he will protect the Aliit and the future.”

“Thank you kag'buir “ and with that he places a light kiss upon your forehead and saunters off to the rest of the guests.

You stand there frozen, a glassy stare at the large grand room and it’s inhabitants, completely submerged by your thoughts and emotions, you feel yourself becoming lightheaded in need of fresh air- you try your upmost to push these feelings aside and enjoy the evening but once again it is becoming too much.

As you take yourself out to the balcony your hands grip the cold rough railings and you feel your breathing steadying, your mind calming once you gaze up to the starlight and the silvery moon above. The shadows of the buildings structure dance upon the ground you stand on. Amid the perfume of the summer blooms from the gardens of the surface levels, feeling the cool of the evening air wash over your body. Inside comes the music of laughter and joy the promise of a new life brighten your dreams.

Those eyes are back and watching you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and prickle, with no warning a smooth familiar voice appears to your side.

"All alone again Senator..." the voice tails off, slithering its way into your mind causing your heart rate to spike. The sound of your racing pulse beats in your ear drums drowning out almost everything around you. A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of your stomach.

"Commander Wolffe does not seem to know the meaning of taking care of such a beautiful lady"

“Fuck you look a sight in that dress”

Venom. It drips from the words and enters your blood steam paralyzing your for a moment.

“Finn…?” The shaking in your voice was as evident as the shaking in your body.

Finn watched with a dangerous glint in his eyes as you feebly attempted to shuffle away from him only to be frozen in place. He steps closer and closer boxing you in to the railings. Inhaling your delicious scent a slender finger slowly runs across your bare shoulder and down your arm. Panic begins to surge in your blood. You rear back from him as much as you possibly can.

A pathetic attempt.

His fingers snag your wrist yanking you towards him into his chest, the strong smell of whiskey permeating from his mouth invades your nostrils causing your stomach to churn.

“Ah ah ah pretty thing, I urge you not to make this any more unpleasant than it needs to be” a cocky yet cruel grin tugs at his lips.

His grip loosens on you as he slams you into the railings, the thunk of the cool metal bars sting against your lower back. You yelp before protectively clutching at your stomach.

“Take her.” He demands to the large shadows either side of you.

Every fibre of your being tried to scream, but a gloved hand began to snake around your throat pulling your necklace with brute force from your exposed neck whilst the other covered your mouth, muffling your cries. The delicate pendant Wolffe had gifted you only hours earlier dropped to the floor with a soft clunk. You watch as Finn splashed a wicked smile across his face before everything around you began to wane into a dark inky black mass as the tears stream down your cheeks.

The fear became a bitter taste in the back of your mouth you could not rid. Only becoming stronger.

A dull roar of what sounded like blaster shots accompanied by the faint sounds of voices crept into your ears yet your mind stayed blank- thoughts now being lost to the beyond. Fading away.

Cheerful music rings out in the halls, guests indulge and celebrate the night away yet something in Wolffe’s gut tells him that time is not on his side. The conversation between the two Commanders suddenly interrupted by the Commlink on Fox’s wrist beeping.

“Sir we have a situation outside”

A short uncomfortable pause.

“Four terminated however no signs of a struggle. Some of the guests have been asking where the Senator is..”

“Copy that- I want a perimeter sweep of the area that includes a search for Senator Lontac then report back to me.” Fox was calm and collected. Yet annoyance simmered deep down inside of him.

“Sir yes sir!”

There it was again that short and rather uncomfortable pause.

“Where is Crystal?” Alarm flickers across his face as his eyes scan the large bustling room.

A muscle clicks in Wolffe’s jaw, a tendon in his neck so strained ready to burst at any moment. He can feel his control slipping.

“Ner vod- I ain’t seen her for awhile not since she stepped outside…” Fox points out.

His words cut off almost instantly by Wolffe’s harsh tone.

“The fuck you mean she stepped outside? When? With who?” He hisses through clenched teeth scowling at his brother.

The pure weight of Fox’s gaze forces Wolffe to shove past him before he can reply. His feet carry him quickly to the dimly lit balcony. Not a soul around - just your sweet scent he adores lingers in the air. Yet something glistening catches Wolffe’s well trained eyes. His heart sank, a dull aching pain washed over him in waves. A vibroblade to the gut.

The celestial carcanet- the one he used to describe his love for you now laid fragmented upon the chilly stones that looked over the planet below. Wolffe returns to the hall filled with oblivious company tightly grasping the pretty pendant that once sat so perfectly around your elegant neck.

A firm hand grabs Wolffe’s shoulder and his eyes snap open only to see the concerned look upon Fox’s face. He holds Wolffe’s glare and a look is exchanged between the two war hardened men.

“I’m on it brother whoever has taken her will feel our fucking wrath”

Fox turns to face the troopers entering the large hall. The warbles of many comms fill the rather quiet gathering of clones. Splashes of red catch the eyes of the remainder of the Wolf Pack. Comet, Boost and Sinker dash over like a gundark was hot on their heels.

“Commander what’s going on?” Boost speaks as his face searches each of his brothers.

Silence.

“Commander where is Crystal what’s happened?” Sinker asks with urgency.

Hound makes his way past the two other members of the Corrie Guard with grizzer panting away next to him.

He removes his helmet placing it under his arm, letting out a small sigh of exasperation. His face was painted with a troubled expression.

“Commander Fox, Commander Wolffe a search has been conducted but we have been unable to locate the shooter … or Senator Lontac.”

“Wolffe.. Fox … what’s going on?” A voice from behind Hound breaks the low rumble of conversation.

Rex closely followed by Tup, Fives and Jesse enter the group.

“Four of our own dead. This necklace a present I had given her earlier this evening was on the ground… the chain snapped and she is nowhere to be seen.”

The ache in Wolffe’s chest bled like a raw wound. A heavy stone like feeling descended into his stomach. It fucking hurt - more so than when he lost his eye.

“Crystal is.. gone?” A tear pricks at the side of Tups eye as he takes in those last few words Wolffe spoke.

“She…. She is like my sister we have to find her” his voice strained.

“We will Vod” Fives attempt to calm Tup sadly failed.

Each clone stands closely knitted together, mixes of blue, grey and crimson glow under the twinkling fairy lights that garnish the large hall, as they await instructions from their Commanding Officers. Fox sends Hound to inform your father of the current state of affairs.

Wolffe strategises the best plan forward, ignoring everyone around him, unable to truly focus. Everything seems like a blur and the fucking maker is testing him tonight.

Fury darkens his vision and his thoughts. The warmth he felt in your presence- gone. Now only a cold expanse like the dark of space. An anger he is struggling to control. Wolffe knows it and you know it. He would fucking kill for you and he won’t stop until he finds you.

He turns to face Fox, his hand clasped tightly around the broken chain that sat so beautifully around your neck, his jaw clicks once more. Pure pique overtakes his usual uninterested demeanour.

“I would burn this galaxy for her” in a barley controlled voice, Wolffe’s words where a statement.

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[risingmoonyue]

Clone Wars AU where instead of chips, the clones are actually raised to be undercover as loyal soldiers knowing they'd betray the jedi ("traitors") on the order, and are all ready to complete their mission—

But uh. The jedi are really nice?? And kinda dumb??? And they reaaaally don't know how they survived this long when they are just so dumb and trusting and oh no they're attached.

There are many unfortunate realizations. The clones form a support group to rant about their stupid jetii because "—guys you don't understand he loses his lightsaber every two seconds and then smiles at me when I give it back and has decided since I have it so much I should know how to use it and this week he ordered chocolate for everyone what do I do—"

Bly be sitting in the corner, rocking because "Oh no she's hot"

Wolffe is sitting there holding in manly tears because Plo is a buir but he's a traitor but Plo is such a buir can he be my buir

Rex is like "listen I know Skywalker is supposed to be the one non-traitor of the bunch but like. He's crazy???? And the Commander is also crazy???? How am I supposed to keep up with them???? How much worse would they be without Kenobi????????? And I think Skywalker might actually murder us all if anyone touches the commander or Kenobi???????????"

And meanwhile Fox is all "I keep pulling this one weird jedi out of the dumpster and I can't get rid of him. How do I get rid of him, he's growing on me like mold and I hate it."

Meanwhile I cant decide if the Jedi know that somethings up with the clones and are keeping them close or if they just are genuinely like "man those guys are so great ❤️❤️❤️ I'd trust my life with them ❤️❤️❤️ if they don't tell me smth they def have a good reason ❤️❤️❤️"

#could this au be used for unending angst and feels and to make everyone cry????? yes #am I going to use it that way???? lmao no #I just think it's funny #text post #my writing #clone wars au #star wars au #star wars #clone wars #commander cody #commander bly #commander wolffe #commander fox #palpatine #plo koon #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ashoka tano #quinlan vos #aalya secura

[soularsss]

hello tumblr i’m here to offer you clones angst

#digital art #artdump #digital aritst #star wars #star wars fanart #the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #captain rex #captain rex fanart #commander wolffe #light angst #clones #fucking clones make me so sad #my art <3

[itzshrike]

Okay okay we already got tales of the Jedi and are getting tales of the empire but are we forgetting something? 🤨

#namely tales of the CLONES???? #like excuse me I want to see some fluff some angst some backstory some cute scenes of them just chilling in space #I want to see them being brothers and bonding #I nEED IT PLEASE #star wars #the bad batch #501st legion #captain rex #clone trooper dogma #commander fox #commander wolffe #commander cody #clone trooper boil #clone trooper waxer #commander stone #commander thire #commander thorn #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #clone medic kix #clone trooper jek #clone trooper tup #coruscant guard #212th attack battalion #104th battalion #I want to see kix discover the chips I want to see dogma and his fate I want to see commander fox and his life on Coruscant I want to see it #tales of the empire #tales of the Jedi

[clonedadplo]

I could go into a huge diatribe about how sad Plo Koon's death was and how Order 66 will forever remain the most devastating thing to happen in the entire Star Wars franchise (IMHO) however I would instead like to say that honestly; I'm just glad Plo Koon just got shot down from behind and never even saw it coming.

Never had to look into the eyes of Jag and his wingman, or anyone from his beloved Wolffe Pack and watch them turn on him.

Because even though it would be only momentary right before he was shot down can you imagine the absolute pain?

The heartbreak?

And if he ever knew that his ship was not only shot down by his adoptive children but that it also crashed into a clone training center and killed 141 more clone troopers?

I honestly can't imagine.

And I do mean adoptive children because damn, he seemed to be the only person who understood that these men are all just rapidly aged children given highly impressive combat/tactical capabilities and not much else. And honestly. He's just paternal.

But no, there was never a moment Plo had to question why his men pulled back to follow him. Why? Because the Wolffe Pack follows him everywhere.

I'm sure even if he felt some disturbance in the force having his men behind him could never make him feel anything other than comforted.

Unfortunately this leaves us to lament how Commander Wolffe gets to feel, having survived the clone wars and outlived his buir.

So yeah, gun the man down while he ain't looking, stab him in the back, kill him in his sleep anything is fine.

There's no need to be honourable, just don't break his heart.

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#plos bros #plo koon #clone trooper wolffe #wolffe pack #star wars clone wars #the clone wars #star wars thoughts #star wars prequels #plo'buir #star wars angst #commander wolffe #star wars

[wanderingmirror]

"Alright, that's it! Square the fuck up!"

A Coruscant Guardsman shouted, causing all attention to fall onto him. Wolffe froze at the venom in the man's voice and the hatred in his eyes.

"What?"

He asked and the Corrie rolled his eyes. He also rolled his shoulders and started bouncing, readying himself for a fight.

"I said, square the fuck up. Are you deaf or is that your ego?"

The Corrie growled. He snarled and Wolffe nearly snarled himself if it still didn't baffle him on why the Corrie was so pissed. The other clone moved into a ready stance, loose and unassuming. But the dark hatred never left the man's eyes.

"You and your boys talk so much shit about us Corries, why don't you prove it? See if you can put me on my fuckin ass. I am so sick of your bullshit. Square up, Commander! Give this pencil pusher a fuckin taste!"

The other Corries didn't seem to care that one of their own was trying to start a fight. The Wolfpack was also quite stunned that a Corrie even wanted to fight. Rule keepers and fun police an all. Master Koon stepped forward and tried to de-escalate the situation.

"Alright, I don't think this is a good way to deal with these issues-"

The Corrie growled low and long, his eyes still fixed on Wolffe with rage.

"With all due respect, Sir, I want this dick to give me a reason to let me beat the ever loving shit out of him. He talks all this bullshit about my fuckin Commander and doesn't expect me to fuckin retaliate!? The only reason I ain't beating the shit out of you now is you haven't given me just cause. So square the fuck up, Commander Shabuir!"

The Corrie was respectful towards Master Koon. But that respect ended when it came to the Wolfpack. The other clones in grey all looked at this pencil pusher in stunned shock. They had never seen a Corrie lose their temper before. And seeing it now was slightly unnerving. The Corrie started to get irritated with the continued shock.

"Oh come on! I'm giving you a fucking opening, you spineless bitch! Square up and prove you're fucking better than me! Maybe if you do, I'll start to think you're more than just a spoiled little brat!"

That set Wolffe off, he growled and charged at the Corrie without further prompting. He tackled the Corrie and tried to get him to the floor for a few punches, but all that did was cause the other man to take a few steps back. He wrapped his arms around Wolffe'e waist and lifted him up upsidedown. The Commander yelped as he was thrown to the left away from Master Koon. He hit the ground outside the Temple with a crack. His right side was throbbing in pain as the Corrie descended upon him with a fury.

He punched the sensitive right side without care for the damage dealt. His face was a snarl as he violently headbutted Wolffe when he tried to sit up and fight back. After some trouble, Wolffe finally got the upper hand. He flipped them over and returned the vicious headbutt to the Corrie, but the other man didn't seem to care that his nose was now bleeding.

"That all you got, you bitch? I've fought stronger assholes than you!"

His voice was nasally from the bleeding nose, but the snarl was still there as the Corrie expertly blocked or parried strikes. He took a few, but like before, he didn't seem to care that Wolffe was beating the shit out of him. Until the tables turned and the Corrie flipped them again, away from the steps and began to punch at the Wolfpack Commander. This continued until eventually the Corrie was pulled off Wolffe after flipping two more times. Wolffe was bleeding from his own nose and the Corrie had a black eye on top of his own bloody nose.

They both had bruises and small cuts lining their faces as they snarled at each other. The Corrie was being held back by a larger Corrie. Wolffe was kept back by Sinker and Boost. The bigger clone was in full armor, helmet and blaster too. He was holding the smaller Corrie around his waist and allowing him to wiggle about.

He was shouting insults and curses left and right, not caring that he was doing this in front of several generals including Shaak-Ti, Plo Koon, and Obi-wan Kenobi. The Generals looked heartbroken and confused at the hatred in the smaller Corrie's eyes. Shocked too, that the other Corries weren't doing anything to really stop their brother from doing this. The larger one was just holding him.

"Talk shit about my Commander behind his back around me again, and I'll make you wish you were never decanted, you fucking prick! I'll beat you so senseless that Prime himself will climb out of Hell just to laugh at you! Don't you ever disrespect my family again! You hear me, you front line bastard!?"

The other Corries ran over to the one shouting and one of them finally put a stop to the cursing and venom. If only because some children were coming over to see what the noise was. The Corrie growled lowly and the larger one just sighed as he lifted the smaller into a more secure hold. The group soon left, all but one. He walked up to Master Koon.

"I won't apologize for my brother's actions or words, but I am sorry you and the other Jetii had to see that. It should have been dealt with in a more private way. I apologize."

The Corrie said and ran off. Tension in his shoulders signalling his obvious discomfort at having to be alone. Wolffe was still trying to calm down from the small fight. Still suffering from the shock at how brutal and vicious the other guy was. His anger cooled into something like awe and wonder at how strong the guy was in order to lift him up like that armor and all.

"Fuck me, I didn't even get his comm number!"

Wolffe finally groaned and Boost snorted. The tension fell away with the laughter and teasing.

~~

Gatz was still fumming when they arrived back to HQ. Bloody nose and black eye all but forgotten as he went straight to his Commander's office, poking his head in. Finding Fox half asleep in his chair, Gatz walked over and sat down on the old couch they had brought into the office. He sighed and texted Dogma that he was in Fox's office. Neither he nor Fox spoke, mostly because Fox could already see and put together what had happened.

"Who?"

The older clone asked and Gatz just huffed quietly.

"Fuckin Wolffe. Bitching about you not being there for the End of the War Drunk fest. Talking about how you had a stick up your ass and how you should really stop being so cold and strict. Really, you'd think by now they'd learn to keep their damn mouths shut!"

Gatz vented and Fox just sighed softly. Nothing pissed the Corrie ARC off more than any form of disrespect towards the Guard. He had nearly been decommed for it. Had been reconned for it twice but the memories always came back after getting a look around HQ. No one really understood how, but they didn't question it. Not wanting it to stop working and risk losing Gatz forever.

The ARC was one of the few really old Corries. That list had grown so short only five people were still on it. Fox, Thorn, Chalk, Thire, and a medic named Word. The only medic the Guard officially claimed due to more and more restrictions and thinly vailed threats to transfer. But now they barely had to worry about it with Chancellor Bail Organa put forth reforms to help with their struggles.

Ritz had to drag Stitches away from the medbay to rest after he had ordered every Guard in for a thorough check up. Having gotten a fully restocked medical bay after three full years. Never had Fox seen the medic so close to his old self. The first CMO of the 501st. Before Kix. But that was the closest they would ever get to seeing the veteran medic. Stress had a way of bringing the darker half of the medic out, and not in a pleasant way.

Dogma entered the room with a scowl that matched his buir's own fierce one. Fox snorted as Gatz flushed in embarrassment.

"The medbay should have been your first destination. Why did Chalk enter the bay alone if you had injuries?"

Dogma growled and Gatz flushed more as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Not used to having a full stocked medbay yet. Was really just given you a heads up since I did remember that the Doc was getting some rest."

Gatz sat still as Dogma healed his wounds. Fox just sighed at the other clone's antics to get the medic's attention. Though the injuries weren't really a part of Gatz' obvious plan to win over the other. He did try to keep his wounds to a minimum. But his temper was a short fused one. Easily triggered. Dogma still helped even when it looked like he wanted to throttle the ARC.

While the rest of the treatment was done in silence, the ARC was quietly watching the medic with this love struck expression. Dogma finished working on his broken nose and Gatz hissed at his poking at the black eye.

"Try to keep out of trouble for a while, Gatz. I don't think Buir would be happy that his new supplies have mostly been used on you."

Gatz nodded and the room lapsed into silence again. But it was broken by a soft snore, pulling both of their attentions over to Fox who looked to have fallen asleep. They smiled, leaving the room quietly after covering the Commander in a blanket.

Gatz parted ways with Dogma along the way to the medbay and then the barracks where he flopped down on his bunk. He grinned and closed his eyes, planning on just going crazy against the GAR the next time they talked shit about his family.

Gatz knew that it would be fun to put them to rights the rough way.

#random #angst #star wars the clone wars #clone ocs #no order 66 #angst with a happy ending #starwars #clone wars #original oc #fighting #plo koon #commander wolffe #clone trooper sinker #clone trooper boost #clone trooper dogma #commander fox #tw cursing

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Modern AU but Fox going home during a college break to visit his family

Driving quite a bit so he gets home and texts his brothers that he’s home

Goes inside to find his dad home but none of his brothers

His dad greets him happily but tells him that his brothers each went out to hang with friends or are busy or whatever

Idk I just need Fox going home and realize that no one was there to greet him despite the long drive

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #commander fox #commander thorn #commander cody #captain rex #commander ponds #commander wolffe #commander bly #angst #is this based off my experience last night when I just got home after driving 12 hrs? #yes yes it is

[thejediscrolls]

You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader x Hunter

Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Angst - Fluff

Pt 6 of You Drew Stars

“A mission?” Was the first thing that came from my mouth as I stepped up to the table.

I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the rumbling of the ship already alerting me that we were getting ready to leave soon.

The boys were currently going over a blue print layout of a facility. Wrecker sitting on a crate as he leaned against the ship wall. Echo and Tech were huddled close on one side of the table as the zoomed in to one of the entrances.

I made my way to Hunter who had his arms crossed as he studied the map. His gaze flickered over to mine, his shoulders relaxing unintentionally.

“Rex commed us.” Hunter explained, “He needs us to infiltrate this building to secure Intel to help locate General Wolffe. He believes that Wolffe is alive.”

My posture seemed to straighten as I registered the depth of his words, “Wolffe is… Alive?”

“It appears so.” Tech said, “Or at least there is still a 50% chance that he is.”

Echo looked at the map, “Rex believes him to be and I know never to question his judgement.”

“So this is kind of a rescue mission? Or at least the first step to a rescue mission and we’re the ones who will be executing this mission…” I muttered.

My mind was racing from my quickened pulse and the new information I have just received, but a closer look at the building they were studying had my brows furrowed.

I looked up at the boys incredulously, “This is an empirial building and from what I gather, it is heavily guarded. You want us to infiltrate this place?”

“To put it simply, yes.” Tech answered from the other side of the table.

I was glad in this moment that Omega was asleep.

“And that’s why we’re about to go into space right now?” I crossed my arms.

“Also correct.” Tech confirmed, “By my calculations, if we leave now we should arrive in four parsecs.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Should we not consult about this more? I know this is Wolffe, but how can we risk all that we’ve built?”

“A Jedi would.” Echo pointed out which left a sharp sting in my heart, “A Jedi would risk everything to help those in need. You taught us that.”

“I am no Jedi.” I reminded them as I shook my head slowly, “I have attachments now, to all of you. Especially to Omega and her life is more important than anyone in the galaxy. I won’t do anything that might put her life at risk.”

“We wouldn’t either mesh’la, you know this.” Hunter said.

The nickname fell off of Hunter’s tongue with such ease that I didn’t question it and neither did he… But Echo did. If anyone would have looked over at him, they would have seen the slight furrow in his brow was the only indication to his confusion as he watched the two interact.

“Hunter…” I looked up at him with worry laced in my eyes.

It was the same worry I found in his own, but his was different. His eyes held certainty that we would all be fine.

“We would be putting Omega’s life at risk, what if they find her?” I pulled at the loose string on my sleeve as I went through every possibility in my mind, “What if we don’t make it? They could take her from us.”

Hunter’s fingers grazed across my hand, lacing his pinky with mine, “Nothing will happen to us, I promise.”

A heavy weight left my chest as I let out the breath I was holding.

Did no one else see what he was seeing? Were they being oblivious to their feelings? Echo thought, but chose not to confront his thoughts to them at the moment. It wasn’t a good time and he had a mission at hand after all.

“You and I have both served with him, General. You know we can’t just sit by on this. He is our brother.” Echo pressed, his hands gripping the table, “If there is any chance that we can help in rescuing him, we should try. Rex taught me that.”

“I know Echo… I understand and respect your reasons as to why.” I sighed, “I just don’t know what I’d do if anything happens to her...”

I felt the warmth of Hunter’s hand move from mine to settle on my shoulder and I looked up towards him.

He had a calm look on his face as he assured me, “She will be okay.”

“Okay, I will agree to this,” I relented, “but only if she stays here with Sid. At least that would give her a running chance if they follow or capture us.”

“But I want to go too!” Omega opened the curtain to her room, signaling to us that she had indeed been awake the whole time.

I shook my head as I stepped towards her form as she quickly scrambled down the ladder.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but you can’t.” I said as gently as I could, “Not this time. It would be too dangerous.”

“But I can help! I can fight!” She urged.

I knelt down and wrapped her in a warm hug, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’d rather you be here bored and safe then possibly kidnapped by the empire.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, but she understood the stakes we would be taking with this mission and so she agreed, albeit upset she said, “I understand.”

“Go get your things and I’ll take you to Sid.” I said as I rubbed her arms and turned her around.

“I’ll go with you.” Hunter immediately spoke up, not wanting to miss a chance in Ming sure Omega got where she needed to go safely.

I shook my head, “No, you need to go over this plan with the boys. Your input on this mission is very important.”

“Al… Alright.” He agreed hesitantly, “But I’ll walk you both to the ramp.”

“Actually.” Tech butted in as he looked up from the blue prints, “Phee offered to watch over her while we are on this mission.”

“You already talked to Phee about this?” My brows furrowed, “When did you have to do that? And why ask her to look after Omega?”

“After I learned this news from Echo. I sent her a message.” Tech stated, “She’s my girlfriend, of course I would tell her…”

One look from Hunter and Tech’s tone became more gentle, “But that is besides the point. She has a place that would keep Omega off of the Empire’s radar if things were to go wrong. Which I highly doubt will.”

I was too tired and done with an emotion for Tech to even feel a sense of discomfort from him talking about his girlfriend. The only thing on my mind was what would be the safest possible action for Omega and in Tech’s words he was right.

“This place… It’s completely hidden?” I asked and it was in that moment another pair of footsteps entered the room.

“I swear it is and I promise the force that nothing will happen to her under my care.” Phee stated, “Sorry to barge in, but I was told you needed to go as soon as possible.”

I stared at her for a moment before giving her a small nod, “Alright.”

I smiled before slipping on my shoes and a light jacket. Omega was quick to slip her hand in mine the moment she returned.

“Be safe!” She called out to her brothers who waved her goodbye.

Except for Wrecker who scooped her up into a big hug, “You’re not getting rid of us just yet. We’re walking you outside.”

“Let me see.” I said as I took her backpack, as expected it was light with only Tooka and her sunglasses in it.

She gave me a sheepish grin and a shrug.

“You all head outside, I’ll be just a moment.” I chuckled while I began to pack the small necessities she would need.

“I’ll stay with her, you guys go.” Hunter murmured as he nodded his head towards the ships exit.

“Do you think it’s cold where they are heading? I should pack a sweater for her.” I confirmed as I grabbed the warmest one she owned.

I felt Hunter’s presence close behind me as I continued on my rant, “I should pack some of these snacks incase she gets hungry. Oh and socks so her feet stay warm. Do you think she’ll need-”

His hand splayed gently across my back in his attempt to ease the racing thoughts in my mind.

“I’ve never been apart from her since she first came to us on Kamino.” I whispered quietly.

“I know.” Hunter spoke as he turned me around to face him.

I leaned back against the table with a pout across my face.

“What if she doesn’t miss me?” I knew the question was stupid, but I couldn’t help the nagging thought in my head, “What if she likes Phee better than me?”

Hunter’s amused smile only confirmed it, “Darling I don’t think she’ll ever love anyone more than you.”

I scoffed, “Is that the truth or are you just saying that as my best friend?”

“Both I suppose, but nevertheless it is the truth.” He said.

“I believe you.” I smiled softly as I turned to grab the back pack, “We should go, they’re waiting.”

Hunter nodded and we made our way outside to the others.

The night sky shined stars down upon us as everyone took turns to say a goodbye to Omega until all that was left was Hunter and I.

“I’ll see you soon kid.” Hunter patted Omega on the head, “Stay out of trouble.”

“See you soon!” Omega dived into her brothers arms with a tight hug, “You stay out of trouble to and make sure to keep our general safe.”

“Without a doubt.” Hunter promised wholeheartedly.

I knelt down in front of Omega, the worry evident on my face.

“Now you have all of our comm links so if you are in any trouble we’ll come back immediately. I have some credits here just in case,” I unzipped her bag and placed a few inside, “But I’m sure Phee will have everything you need so don’t worry about it okay? And you know where the bacta spray and bandages are on Phee’s ship right?”

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be fine.” She waved me off with a humorous tone to her voice.

The word, though short and small held so much meaning to me as tears sprung to my eyes. I pulled her into a quick hug.

“I know you will be, you are a smart and brave girl.” I chuckled, “We’ll be back before you know it.” I booped her nose.

“Promise?” She stuck out her pinky.

I wrapped my pinkie around hers, “I promise sweetie.”

I wrapped her in one more hug before pulling away, “You have your sunglasses right?” I asked already knowing the answer as I placed put mine on despite the night surrounding us.

She quickly took hers out of her backpack and did the same as I stood up.

“Stay cool.” I saluted her.

“Stay cool.” She mimicked, the two of us giggling as she walked onto Phee’s ship.

Phee took a quick moment to give Tech a small kiss as they whispered their goodbyes.

In some odd way it didn’t hurt as much. Maybe that epiphany at the pond earlier really did help?

A tight feeling filled my chest once Phee and Omega took off into the night sky. The thought of not seeing Omega for a while hurt and I prayed to the force that this mission will go by fast.

“Are you ready?” Hunter asked beside me.

“No.” I answered solemnly as I turned to make my way back to the ship.

“We’ll come back to her soon.” Hunter patted me on the shoulder gently.

I nodded, not saying anything more as I walked to my designated seat. Hunter sat across from me with Wrecker on my left.

“Let’s get going.” Echo said as he and Tech doing a final check before launching us into hyperspace.

“So the only objective to our mission is retrieving Wolffe’s intel yes?” I asked as soon as we were free to walk around the ship.

“That’s what Rex had said.” Echo handed me his holo pad, more details of the mission present.

I scrolled through the holopad, my nose scrunching at all the security we will have to get by.

“This doesn’t look like a simple mission Echo. What exactly are we getting ourselves into?” I wondered.

“We will have to rely heavily on stealth to get through this which means Wrecker will be staying back to guard the ship.” Echo explained.

“Ahh come on! I’m not that loud!” Wrecker yelled.

The only thing we could do was raise an eyebrow at his obvios display of loudness.

“Alright. Point taken.” He huffed our as he crossed his arms.

“As I was saying.” Echo continued, “Hunter and I will be scouting the middle floors here while you and Tech will scout the top floors for the data log.”

I nodded as I zoomed into the two shipping docks, that would be our only entrance and exit.

“It seems simple when you put it that way.” I said suspiciously.

“This plan has an 57% chance of working. 67% if Wrecker stays behind. A bit higher than average.” Tech stated plainly.

A few days in hyperspace passed before we reached our destination.

Tech pressed a few buttons on the ship as he spoke, “Everyone get ready, we’re about to jump out of hyperspace.”

I quickly took a seat and the others smart enough to do the same right before the ship fell out of hyperspace.

“Should be fun.” I muttered as Tech navigated us to a hidden alcove.

…

“Scratch that. Less than fun.” I muttered as I stared up at the 50 story high building made of concrete and steel.

“Just like old times.” Echo mused next to me.

“I don’t know about you, but my master Secura rarely had me doing this.” I huffed as I sent out a grappling hook, allowing it to secure itself as high as it could before I began my climb.

“Lucky you then. General Skywalker always had us doing something crazy.” Echo chuckled.

“Oh I’m sure.” I agreed with a laugh.

The descent took time, but the retractable grappling hook helped in pulling us along. The afternoon sun made its was into the evening by the time we reached the top floors without any security breaches.

“This is where we part ways. Stay alert General.” Hunter’s voice sounded through my ear peace.

“Roger Roger. I’ll see you in a minute Domů.” I replied, a teasing tone could be heard even over the transmitter.

I could help, but smile when I heard his chuckle over the comms before he checked out.

“It’s this way.” Tech said quietly and started our trek left.

It seemed as though each turn there was a pair of storm troopers at the end of the hall, walking by without notice.

The first floor we landed in seemed to be of no luck. It was when we traveled up to the top floor of the building that we were able to start getting somewhere.

“Did you find where the signal is coming from?” I whispered to Tech as I check in another storage room.

“I’m getting a strong single from this direction.” He pointed ahead of us, “The surveillance room is that way.”

“Sounds good.” I whispered as I heard footsteps heading straight towards us from the hall to our right.

I quickly tugged Tech behind a wall as he was too distracted by his data pad. I placed a finger over my lips, signaling for him to be quiet as I peered around the corner and watched as the storm troopers walk by.

“That was close.” I sighed in relief, “Come on.” I motioned for him to follow and started in the direction he had pointed to earlier.

“General...” I heard Tech’s voice call out, but I was already opening the door.

I was met by two guards and used the force to quickly put them asleep.

“Why looks like the empire sleeps on the job.” I chuckled as I reached up to my ear piece, “Hunter, we found a surveillance room. Checking to see if Wolffe’s coordinates are here.”

“Echo’s currently going through the data base on our floor. I’ll keep you updated.” Hunter answered in a hushed tone, “We have too many storm troopers around us. I don’t know how much longer it will be before our cover is blown. You need to be quick.”

“Do you need help?” I asked, my words laced in a small panic, “We can head over there now and help-”

“No.” Was his response, “We will be okay, focus on your directive.”

“Promise?” I asked him this even if I knew he couldn’t answer it honestly.

And yet he said what I most needed to hear right now, “Promise.”

I heard him quickly turn the comms off and focused my attention back on Tech.

“They’ll be alright.” Tech confirmed.

I nodded, “The next part of this operation calls for your expertise, I’ll keep watch.” I stated.

I took cover behind a panel with my lightsaber in hand raised as I kept my eyes trained on the only entrance to this room filled with blinking lights.

“This will only take a moment.” He replied, whatever he wanted to say before, now put aside for the mission at hand.

It was minutes before I heard Tech’s voice again, his attention focused on finding the coordinates we needed. My nervousness seemed to grow stronger knowing Hunter and Echo weren’t in the safest position and with each storm troopers presence I had felt walking by our door.

“We found nothing.” Hunter commed, “Heading back to the ship.”

“We’re almost done here.” I replied.

“Be careful.” He said and a warm feeling filled my chest.

“I found Commander Wolffe and it seems that I have found someone else too.” Tech stated.

My ears perked up in interest, “Really? Who?”

Could it be another Jedi? Ahsoka? Rex told us she was alive somewhere and what about Obi wan? Or Anakin? A youngling perhaps? Could it be another trooper? I wondered as I waited for Tech’s answer.

“It seems Wolffe isn’t the only one the empire is keeping an eye on. They have Cody’s whereabouts too.” Tech muttered and my ears perked up at the name.

“Commander Cody?” I felt a weight off my chest to know that Commander Cody survived.

I remember him to be a great soldier and calm friend when my master and I served with him and Master Kenobi.

“That is good news and I am sure Rex will be happy to here about this too.” I glanced over at Tech, seeing Cody’s picture on the holopad.

“Yes. Seems he is alive and locked away somewhere.” Tech murmured, “I’d have to dig further to decrypt that information, but I’m afraid we don’t have that time.”

“I agree. I suggest grabbing both and let’s get out of here. We can decrypt the coordinates back on the ship.” I looked back to the door, a nervous feeling suddenly settling in my chest, “I have this troubling feeling that I can’t quite place.”

“Hunter, Echo, we found the info we needed. Rendezvous back at the ship.” Tech stated over comms.

“Copy.” Echo spoke, blaster fire surrounding them in the background, “Seems like we made some new friends. Stole a fighter and taking most of the fight away from the two of you. Get out of there. Now.”

��Hunter?” I asked, my heart racing.

“He’s okay.” Echo stated just before their comms went dark.

I felt through the force to see if there was anyone near by and when I knew that it was clear, I opened the door.

“We need to go.” I stated as I began a rushed pace to the place we came in from.

“Look General, I want to talk to you about something.” Tech spoke behind me.

Peering into the hanger, most of the storm troopers were on the other side, preparing to leave in their tie fighters.

I looked back at him suspiciously, “About what exactly?” I whispered as I crept along the far wall to the open docking bay.

I knelt down to attach my grappling hook to the side of the wall and floor. I was thankful of the loud noises surrounding us in hiding the surprised noise that came out of my mouth at his next words.

“You like me. Or at least did like me.” Tech didn’t even try to beat around the bush, as always he was straight to the point.

I turned to him flustered, “Tech, is this really a conversation we need to be having right now?”

“Yes.” He nodded, “I can never get you alone to talk anymore and I wish to apologize for my behavior. I didn’t…”

“Tech it’s done and over with, let’s just move on.” I tried to turn around to begin my descent, but he grabbed my wrist gently.

“I didn’t think you liked me romantically.” He pressed on, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. I’m sorry for behaving the way I did. I’m sorry for being a terrible friend.”

“It’s…” I began, but a glance over his right shoulder had me freezing as a group of storm troopers clocked our position.

One of them already had their blaster raised at Techs back and I did the only thing I could do… I shoved him out of the way. The blaster secured a hole through my abdomen before I could use the force. With my footing now gone I was falling off of the side of the deck.

I felt the wind beneath me and I closed my eyes, ready for the long descent to the ground.

“General!” Tech yelled as he quickly grabbed onto my hand.

I felt the pain and relief shoot through my body as he pulled me back up over the ledge. But my relief was short lived as I felt the heat of the blaster fire shooting all around us.

“Stay close!” I yelled to him over the thrum of ship engines as they began to take flight, most likely after Hunter and Echo.

I was only able to use the force to push back the group of storm troopers that were closest to us. I didn’t understand how they kept multiplying as I used the force to create a shield around us.

Tech had his own blaster in hand as he took out of few troopers, a concentrated look on his face that fell when he glanced over towards my wound.

I looked down at it myself, any hope I had of making it through this mission was short lived. The wound was too deep, I was loosing a lot of blood and my hands began to shake from the weakening of the force. I knew I wasn’t going to make it and Tech knew that too and yet he did what he has always done. He tried to save everyone.

He was quick in retrieving the bacta patch from his pack, reaching over to cover my wound with it as best as he could even if we both knew it was futile.

“Don’t.” I stoped him from bandage my side with a grunt, “It isn’t going to help. You and I both know that I won’t be able to make the descent Tech.” I told him, my breathing getting heavier the longer I kept the shield up.

Tech immediately grabbed his blaster, aiming and firing at the troopers that were getting closer. I watched him and with every trooper he shot down, two more filled their spot.

This place really does have high security.

I could already feel myself slipping out of consciousness as I watched him shake his head no, cursing at the lack of progress he was making. In another light, this reminds me of the times we would work together and it brought a sense of comfort to my soul.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep using the force like this… I thought as I glanced at the hook that was still secured to the wall.

Tech can make it… If not me then at least let him live. Please, I am begging you force, let him live.

“You need to go.” I muttered to him.

Tech shot me a glare as he stated sternly, “I’m not leaving you.” He said as he helped me stand up.

“I’m not asking you to do this soldier.” I carefully clipped my grappling hook to his belt without his knowledge, “I’m ordering you to live.”

I watched as his bottom lip trembled like a child who was about to lose his best friend and in this moment… He was and he knew that too.

“I’m sorry… For all of it.” His words were as gently as the open breeze.

“I forgive you.” I nodded, a small smile forming onto my lips, “I’m sorry for being a bad friend too. I’m happy for you Tech, I truly am.”

“Then let’s find a way out of here.” He said as he looked around.

The ships were already gone and the doors were sealed off by troopers and yet he continued to look for any opening we could take to get to a different level.

He looked back at me worriedly, “If you keep the shield up long enough, I’m sure Hunter and Echo can…”

“Tell everyone I love them and to forgive me.” I spoke quickly.

“What?” He asked and before he could get another word in, I placed my lightsaber in his hand, ignoring the pain I felt before shoving him off the building.

“General!” He screamed as he watched another blaster shoot through my chest.

The world seemed to spin as I landed on the cold ground, storm troopers surrounding me as they looked over the edge where Tech had already disappeared underneath the clouds.

Please don’t hate me for what I did. His face flashed across my eyes, red bandana securely wrapped around his head.

The only thought I had left as I stared up at the sky was of Omega.

I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise sweetheart, but your brother is coming home.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

love your work!! could i request the bad batch and the clones whose S/O is a jedi but she has been captured and tortured by the separatists? sorry if it’s a bit too angsty

I wrote these headcanons to go with any kind of S/O, Jedi or otherwise, that got captured somehow.

Fox, Jesse, and Crosshair are going full-blown Liam Neeson, I-Will-Find-You-And-Kill-You Mode. They have frightening laser focus throughout the situation, and may not make the most moral decisions on their quest to bring their partner home. Once they have rescued them, they'll be quiet and sullen for a while, not daring to admit just how scared they were at the thought of losing them.

Dogma, Kix, and Tech are being much more careful and logical in their efforts to locate and save their S/O. They don't want to leave anything up to chance, or have the situation go from bad to worse. They play it safe, but also won't rest until their S/O is safe. They'll then be the most tender and doting partner as they nurse them back to health.

Cody, Tup, and Echo take a moment to collect themselves upon hearing the news. Their worst fear is happening and they know they'll have to be brave in order to save them, but kriff does it still hurt. They cling to their partner as soon as they're found and refuse to leave their side as they recover, and maybe even after they've recovered. They don't ever want to lose them like that again.

Rex, Fives, and Wrecker put together a trusted team to help them rescue their S/O. In fact, the whole GAR is recruited in some form or fashion to help out. They run on pure adrenaline as they search, fight, and liberate. It's only when their S/O is safe at home do they collapse, exhausted both physically and emotionally. They'll need time to recover almost as long as their S/O will.

Wolffe, Hardcase, and Hunter can't help but blame themselves. They should've been there, they should've protected their partner, even kept them a secret, if it meant they could've stayed safe. Even when their partner is rescued, they are not stopping in their efforts. They're installing new security systems, assigning off-duty brothers as bodyguards, signing them up for self-defense classes, etc. Never will their partner suffer on their watch ever again.

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Wait (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)

Warning: Angst, Mentions of Death, and PTSD. Words: 2.5k Pronouns used: She/Her - No psychically description given Period: Ranges from Clone Wars to Rebels. Mentions Order 66.

Execute Order 66. The three words that ended the war, almost annihilated the Jedi Order and spelled the true doom of the Republic. It was the order that turned millions of clones across the galaxy from free thinkers to robotic killers, human droids. The order forced the clones to turn on their friends in the Jedi and murder them under the guise they were protecting the republic, a republic that no longer existed. It was the order that sealed their fates and traumatized every clone apart of it, far more than anything than being on the front lines of the war could have thrown at them. 

For Wolffe, the worst was yet to come. He'd gotten away from the Empire after breaking free from the inhibitor chip control, he couldn't say for sure what had broken its grasp on his mind, one minute the part of himself created as part of the Sith Lord's plan was in control, he was in the back seat screaming for it to stop, fighting to stop what he was seeing. And the next he was in control, the voice repeating Good Soldiers Follow Orders had ceased, the dream-like state had faded, and the bubble had burst. Reality had hit him far worse than anything he had seen on the battlefield. 

But nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming feelings of guilt, regret, and the crushing loss that hit him like a ton of bricks, just hours after he had settled with the relief of being free. Even now Wolffe couldn't tell you which of the three feelings was worse. The guilt was overpowering the best of time, but it was what motivated him to help the band of Rebels when they needed help taking Lothal back from Imperial control. He had to make up for his past doings, he had to make those mistakes right, no matter the cost to himself. 

The regret for the things he wished to have done differently were things that constantly plagued him, the little things he should have done differently. Like being kinder to the shinnies when they came off the line, or telling Comet well done after a difficult job being completed. The missed opportunities to tell each of his brothers how much they meant to him, especially the ones who survived the war, but suffered a far worse fate. He truly did regret a lot of things, among them was not telling (Y/N) he loved her one last time, and not being able to truly save her from her broken mind.

By far the loss was the worst part of it all. Waking up from the chip's control to find the Republic was gone and he had helped to bring about its doom. To discover the Jedi Order had been destroyed, and he as well as his brothers had been the reason for it, the unwilling executioners that were forced to turn on and betray their friends and loved ones, only to further the revenge plot the now Emperor had been working from the shadows to see finished. The loss of Plo had hurt, knowing his last thoughts were questioning what was happening as his loyal troopers turned on him and shot him out of the sky, but the loss of his brothers was something else. 

Those who got away from the Empire were met with two fates. Either they were left to fend for themselves in a galaxy that despised them and blamed them for what happened or they were hunted down and recaptured by those working in the Advanced Science Division. Either way, fate had cruelty in store for them. Either way, more trauma awaited. 

Wolffe's fate after abandoning the empire was to be hunted down, as was Gregor's when he got away, and eventually those a part of the enhanced unit Clone Force 99, when their value to the Empire was truly discovered. At first, the battle-worn commander had gone out there alone, with one purpose. Find his beloved Jedi Knight, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He'd heard the rumors of her survival, the stories on the lower levels of Coruscant of civvies taking pity on an injured Jedi, matching her description, they'd helped her flee the core world, to somewhere in the outer rim, and a few senators had aided in her escape. 

Eventually, he found her, working with Rex to sow the seeds of what would eventually become the rebellion that fought against the Empire. A rebellion built on hope and sacrifice for a better future. A future she'd never get to see. Like with him, fate was cruel to (Y/N). It would answer her question about what truly happened to her best friend Anakin Skywalker in the worst way possible. A fate no one would ask for and was arguably worse than his own. 

"What's wrong with him?" asked Zeb, gesturing towards the old mismatched-eyed Commander. Wolffe appeared to be staring off into space, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. Rex and Gregor had turned to their brother shortly after, Gregor noticing he held on to (Y/N)'s duel-bladed lightsaber, while Rex took notice of the hologram alight in front of Wolffe. The Jedi Knight and once hero of the republic who had stolen his heart. Both men knew Wolffe had lost his way when (Y/N) had been taken from him the first time, but he hadn't been the same since he had lost her for the second and final time. 

"Give him time, he'll be okay" replied Rex, a sigh escaping him as he remembered (Y/N). She'd taken many secrets to her grave, unbeknownst to the Captain of the 501st, one of them she kept to protect him. The truth on who Vader truly was. "Sometimes the past gets to him, what the empire did and took away still haunts him. He's never gotten past losing the woman he loved" he worded, recalling when Clone Force 99, or the Bad Batch as they preferred finally found where Dr. Hemlock was stationed, when they infiltrated the base, hoping to find both Omega and Crosshair. 

What they discovered was terrible, to say the least. Clones that once served the republic strapped down onto tables, tortured, tormented, and forced to suffer all in the name of science. Some were in tanks, others were left to die a slow and likely painful death. Others had been incorporated into Phase 1 of the Death Trooper program, to which the constant torture would have been far kinder. Among those rescued that day were Crosshair, Omega, Tech who had survived his fall, Cody, Wolffe, and Comet. Despite the best efforts, both Cody and Comet passed on shortly after returning to Pabu. 

"That's (Y/N)" whispered Kanan, upon glancing to the hologram. She was one of the few Jedi the people of the Empire hadn't forgotten, remembered along with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Plo Koon, Yoda, and Mace Windu. She was supposedly killed during Order 66 but eventually reappeared, being captured and taken Nur, nobody truly knows what happened to her there. For months many theorised she'd been killed by Vader or one of the inquisitors after being tortured for information. 

In reality, the constant torment and suffering had done something far worse, it had broken her mind and shattered her will to continue fighting until she found strength in the dark side. Until she had willingly joined the inquisitors as the First Sister, second only to the Grand Inquisitor. She wasn't sent out to hunt very often, but when she was she never failed. More often than not (Y/N) was the one whom Vader called upon when he needed assistance with his mission to destroy what remained of the Jedi. 

"Where is she now?" asked Ezra, not quite putting two and two together, or catching on to what haunted Wolffe every waking moment. Rex and Gregor could only share a common glance, knowing losing her once was bad enough for Wolffe, but twice was nothing less than cruel. Even when he'd spared her more suffering. 

"Gone" grumbled Wolffe, his voice resembling that of a growl upon the memories he tried so hard to bury over the years came back. How his heart sank when he was rescued, learning (Y/N) hadn't been found since both of them had been captured. His refusal to give up hope had paid off, but it hadn't lasted long. When he was reunited with her, her once pretty eyes were the orange/red of the Sith, her mind twisted by the dark side and all she had learned to rely on was constant suffering. Her mind had become so twisted she no longer knew the difference between good and bad, and no longer recognized herself. 

"When she was captured, the empire corrupted her mind via torture. She became an inquisitor" voiced Rex, recalling Wolffe's refusal to believe she couldn't be saved as others stated. Instead, he tracked her wherever she went, and became a thorn in her side even at the risk of his own life. When the opportunity arose to capture her again, he took it. Bringing her aboard the ship, he, Rex, and Gregor shared at the time, determination alight in his mismatched eyes, he was going to save her and help her heal, he wasn't going to fail her again. 

"She's one of them?" accused Zeb, recalling his encounters with the pests known as Inquisitors. Although he'd admit he didn't know who they were before, just that they were out hunting for his friends, his family in Kanan and Ezra. Thrust they were his enemy. 

"Was" corrected Rex, not taking any notice when Zeb fell into silence and Sabine glanced to Kanan and Ezra, seeing their surprise upon hearing one could stop being an inquisitor. "Wolffe refused to give up on (Y/N). When he had the chance to get her away from the Empire he took it, we tried for months to help her, and it worked for a time until it became clear they wouldn't let her go" he added, shivering at the memory of Vader hunting them, of the villages and towns he burnt and the innocents who were slain just to get to her. 

"They killed her" guessed Sabine, not seeing any other fate that could have been waiting for the former Jedi Knight. Although the Mandalorian could only assume her death if it was at the hands of the empire, wouldn't have been quick. They would have seen her as a threat to them, those who rebelled against their iron fist rule would have seen her as a beckon of hope. 

"No, I did" growled Wolffe, standing briefly before slumping back into his chair again. (Y/N)'s lightsaber tightly in his grasp, the only thing he truly had left of her now. A stray tear slid down his cheek upon remembering the day burnt into his memory. The four of them were on the run, looking for a way to lose Vader, and the Inquisitors hunting them, looking for a way to get off the planet. When it became clear they had no way out, when they became cornered, (Y/N) fought Vader and the Inquisitors off for as long as she could, all but ordering Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor to go. 

But Wolffe had refused to leave, he couldn't bear to lose her again, lose another he loved. So he stayed at her side until she used her power to push him away. Speaking the haunting words of I Love You beforehand. The moment the former Commander of the 104th Battalion realized the inquisitors intended to turn her to the dark side again, he made the hardest choice. Once again he aimed his blaster, but this time at (Y/N), he closed mismatched eyes and pulled the trigger. He saved her from further torment, assured she would finally be at peace, but at the cost of shattering his own heart and being forced to live without her. 

"It was the only way to save her" whispered Wolffe, knowing she was still with him. He felt her there during the moments when his PTSD got the better of him. He felt her hand on his shoulder and could swear sometimes he heard her voice willing him to continue his fight. He sensed her there during the toughest moments when he struggled with the past. 

"That's why you went into hiding" commented Ezra, figuring the trio of clones hadn't just decided to "retire" due to their accelerated aging. They were among some of the best battle-tested minds there was. The rebellion needed them to survive, but it was becoming clear at least Wolffe needed a reason to fight. He'd lost his will the day he had to kill (Y/N) to save her from repeating the cruelty of being broken and twisted again until she lost herself once more. 

"We know (Y/N) would have taken the opportunity to stick it to the empire if she was here" laughed Gregor, his golden eyes glued to the hologram of the Jedi Knight in question. To the hologram of the friend waiting for them. "She was a fighter, a shining light of hope we needed during the darkest days of the war. Let's not let her down now by sitting by and doing nothing" 

"So you'll fight with us" questioned Zeb

"Yup" replied Gregor. "It's about time we remembered who we are, right Wolffe?" he added, nudging Wolffe who had since stood, the old Commander didn't pay much attention though, instead looking to the back door of the old walker. Where he could have sworn he'd seen a figure bathed in a blue glow standing. Where he saw (Y/N) standing, nodding with a proud grin, as if she was finally answering his call to see her again. As if she was encouraging them to fight for something they chose to believe in rather than something forced upon them like the Republic and Empire. 

"You see her right?" asked Wolffe, too afraid to look away in case she disappeared again. Rex only offered a small soft smile upon seeing (Y/N), a guiding angel for them to follow, as she had been once before in what felt like a lifetime ago. A life that seemed far less complicated than the one they had now. Back then they were soldiers created to fight a war, to sacrifice. Now they were relics of the same past as the Jedi and the Republic. They survived the horrors the empire threw at them, abandoned and left to fend for themselves, broken and forgotten by the galaxy around them. 

But now, it was time to rise and fight once again. Remind the Emperor why clones were created in the first place and remind him why they were better than the conscripted troopers he relied on to defend the weakening empire. This time they weren't going to be soldiers of the republic, commanders in a war they didn't choose. They would be beacons of hope amidst the shadow the empire cast across the galaxy, they were going to fight and sacrifice for a cause they chose to fight for. 

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[wayward-wren]

So anyway came up with the theory that i don't want to be true but won't leave me alone that the Operative is Cody. Because he survived and seemed significant and we never saw his face but we know he's a clone.

And the last we saw of Cody he was going to defect and you'd think he'd have found his way to Rex by now if he did. And if the Empire found a clone commander defecting they would have done exactly what they tried to do with Crosshair--turn him into an operative and wipe his identity

anyway I hate it but it COULD BE TRUE

#wren rambles #star wars #the bad batch #commander cody #the bad batch spoilers #i hate this idea and want Cody to live long and happily away from the empire #but the fact that he hasnt found Rex yet seems damning #and the fact that we had so much of a focus on the operative this episode but never saw his face #uguguhg #anyway #WOLFFE MY BOYYYYY I LOVE YOU SO GLAD TO SEE YOU #oo what if the operative is bly? we could have some fun angst about him willinging having his identity erased #after what he did to aalya then!! #sobbing #i do not know how this show can end happily #and my brother loves it so much i dont think hes gonna be able to process a tragedy

[cloneloverrrrr]

𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀

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𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁⠀

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 981

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲

This is nothing like I usually post , but I’m struggling at the moment, so writing this was a little escape and has helped lift my mood slightly. This is for anyone who may be suffering with depression or mental health issues, your not alone.

I hope this brings a smile the face of whoever reads it🖤

Dividers by the best @idontgetanysleep

@lune-de-miel-au-paradis @hellhound5925 a big thank you to the both of you for being amazing friends & thank you for always being there 🖤

The burning suffocating ache in your heart is doing it’s upmost engulf your very existence . The pain eats away at you daily , more and more. You are imploding with despair, emptiness, desolation. Tears continue to fall down your face , staining your cheeks, dampening your lips with their salty flavour.

The end is nearly here and there is no more pills to swallow. The bitter taste you feel won’t lead you to tomorrow. You stares dart between the four walls around you and the dark glowing night sky, piece by piece your falling apart breaking. Heaven is waiting for you , you try your best to close your eyes and sleep tight.

Your so consumed entirely in your misery that you do not hear the door swooshing open and the heavy thump of his footsteps creeping up behind you. His beautiful amber and cybernetic eyes weightily gaze over you.

You faintly hear him speak , his deep , rich , gruff voice, a voice you love dearly brings you back down from the oppressive overwhelming pain you are asphyxiating in, if only for a brief moment.

Commander Wolffe places his large gloved hand across your trembling shoulder, holding down firmly. His voice so tender, yet so confused.

“Please don’t cry Mesh’la whatever it is it will be ok…”

A moment seems like a lifetime, finally you break the silence.

“Leave me alone” you hiss , the shame of him seeing you like this is too much for you to bear. You coil into yourself shaking as the sobs take over you once more, the feeling you know all too well, your no longer in control of yourself , your body , your emotions.

Wolffe settles down next to you on the cold floor, his knee touching yours, he watches you wordlessly taking in your sobs, your strained breathing.

He stays silent allowing all of your pain, your hurt , and your confusion to spill out.

“The stars above would be ever so lucky to gain you as another one of their angels, but it is not yet your time. I will bleed with you, if that’s what you want. But ….. this is not your end and you are not alone” his voice is so soft so quiet, it brings a small sense of calm to your situation.

“I am just so tired of it all, pretending to be happy. Forever thinking of the past and where I am now… what I am. I’m nothing, I’m broken, lost and I can’t shake this pain. It’s like there is no breath left inside of me” you whisper between sniffles and cries of anguish.

You keep your head hidden behinds your hands, still too humiliated to look at him, at his face that you cherish deeply. He moves closer to you gently pulling your hands away from your face , the heartbreak within you crumples when you see this battle worn clone look at you with such devotion holding a pain behind his own eyes.

“I am with you, I will be with you till the end and I would sacrifice this galaxy to hold you” he places his hand upon your chest, right on the place of your soul-stirring ache.

A tear suddenly peaks out of the corner of his glowing cybernetic eye before rolling down his cheek, instinctively you softly rub it away with your thumb.

“And I will say this once more your end is not near, you suffer yes and there is a great strength in that but I know you. You are stronger than this, stronger than you’ll ever know, so stay with me ok”

You look him in the eyes before pulling away and turning your back to him letting out a deep sigh.

“Why am I like this” you blurt out, it wasn’t a question for him for you or anyone just something that pours from your mouth, the sobs then come again violently, your whole body shakes, it feels like you can’t breathe your insides are screaming so loudly and the hole in your chest so unbearable. You almost collapse onto the floor but he holds you steady, pulling you into his warm and calming embrace holding you from behind as if you would fade away in front of him if he let go.

His tight hold soon softens the uncontrollable shakes of your torture. You close your eyes and lean back into his touch.

“Every last thing you have endured , you have fought it and you have beaten it , so please do not let your mind make you think any different. You are a fighter. Yes right now you may feel defeated but stars I promise you this pain will go, and one day you will look back and smile. Because fought , you won, and you will have achieved the inner happiness you long for ”

“Is this my last fight Wolffe?” You whimper

“Shhh no… I will forever hold you high and steal away all the pain that burdens you “ he counters softly holding you even tighter.

Wolffe places a feather light kiss to your temple and you feel like your able to continue for another day . You melt into the warmth flowing from his heart and radiating from skin and you feel more alive than ever.

“It’s not time to say goodnight yet cyare” he whispers into the back of your neck

Yes you know the pain is there here and now, and it may take months even years to depart from your soul but it will. You will survive like you have countless times before, because it’s not too late. Some days may be filled with sadness others filled with joy and smiles. It is all part of the journey towards healing.

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[oceansssblue]

STAR WARS MASTERLIST ✨

CODE: 🔥 = smutt // 💖 = fluff // 💔 = angst or violence // 📩 = request or prompt

Reblog if you can!

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[Things I'll write about = you name it]

[THE BAD BATCH]

~[INDEPENDENT ONE-SHOTS]

ONE-SHOTS NOT INCLUDED IN A GROUP OF SERIES/THEMATIC AS THE ONES BELOW. INDEPENDENT AND TELLING THEIR STORY IN JUST ONE POST.

-"CANVAS" ECHO/OFC 💖

–"ONE HUG AWAY" HUNTER/READER 💔💖

(All linked here: )

~[COMFORTING THE STUDENT SERIES]

SMALL (AND DIFFERENT) ONE-SHOTS IN WHICH YOUR BAD BATCH BOYFRIEND HELPS YOU (OR DISTRACTS YOU) TO GET OVER YOUR ANXIETY AND STRESS.

• TECH/GN READER 💔💖

• HUNTER/GN READER 💔💖

• WRECKER/GN READER 💖

• ECHO/GN READER 💔💖

• CROSSHAIR/F READER 🔥💔💖

(All linked here: )

~[SOULMATE SERIES]

CROSSHAIR HATES THE IDEA OF EXCHANGING HIS BODY WITH HIS SOULMATE. HE'S A SOLDIER, FOR MAKERS SAKE.

ECHO'S SOULMATE THINKS SHE WONT EVER FIND THE PERSON WHOSE NAME IS MARKED ON HER SKIN; HUNTER'S SOMEHOW A CREEPY STALKER, WRECKER'S WEAK IN COMPARISSON TO HIS, AND TECH IS, AS ALWAYS, THE TEACHER.

• CROSSHAIR 💖

• HUNTER 🔥💖

• TECH 💖

• WRECKER 💔

• ECHO 💔💖

(All linked here: )

~ [MAGICAL CREATURES SERIES]

SIRENS, VAMPIRES, WEREWOLVES, PHOENIXES AND FAIRIES... DIFFERENT ONE SHOTS WHERE EACH OF OUR BAD BATCH BOYS HAVE A PECULIAR ENCOUNTER WITH THIS MYSTICAL CREATURES.

• "DROPS OF WATER" TECH/SIREN!OFC💔💖🔥

• "JUST AS SHARP" CROSSHAIR/VAMP!OFC🔥

• "LIKE YOUR SHINE" ECHO/FAIRIE!OFC 💖

• "THE SMELL OF FIRE" HUNTER/PHOENIX!OFC 💖 (finished)

• "NOT A DOG" WRECKER/WEREWOLF!OFC 💔💖 (finished)

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TBB AND CLONE WARS [REQUESTS]

All linked here (ongoing)

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& More to come!

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[musewrangler]

“Are you sure you can’t come?” Rex asked. Fox longed to join them at 79s but he must get this flimsiwork processed. Then he had to ponder the problem of housing fourteen Corries because they were informed that one of their buildings which had been a barracks was being co opted for…storage? He thought?

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, well aware that this was the fourth time in a row he’d made an excuse. Wolffe would have dug out the problem, but Wolffe wasn’t here and Rex was more polite.

“Well, I’m sorry too. We’ll miss you,” Rex said, clapping him on the shoulder companionably. Fox made certain not to flinch.

It had been a rough patrol the night before and Klatoonians were not easy to deal with even when they weren’t drunk as hell.

Fox remembered that moment for a long time.

It was the last time Rex spoke to him as a vod. As a friend.

#whumptober 2023 #no.12 #red #insomia #I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting? #star wars clone wars #fan fic #commander fox #commander cody #commander wolffe #captain rex #plo koon #vod #brothers #angst #despair #hurt/comfort #Hope

[creationsofthepenguin]

Fox hc

One thing i love about the cw fandom is that everyone unanimously agreed that Fox had greying hair, so I’ll bring forth a bit of an angsty headcanon in honor of that.

Despite popular belief, Fox didn’t go grey because of the Chancellor and all the insufferable Senators on Coruscant. Instead, he drew the short stick and ended up with a minor mutation that resulted with him going grey earlier than the other clones. However, that particular trait made itself known a bit too early.

Fox is a year away from graduating out of Kamino when a sliver of grey catches his eye in the bathroom. He has to search for it a bit, but after a few moments he finds it. A silver hair sprouting from his right temple. He stares at it for a long time, as if in doing so it would magically disappear, but it doesn’t. When he hears footsteps down the hall he quickly plucks it out and gets dressed.

He notices more after a while, three on his right temple and two in his left. This time, his hands shake slightly as he pulled them out and throws them to the ground as if he’s been burnt. You see, out on the battlefield, no one would care for a couple of grey hairs. When they’re getting shot at, the generals have better things to worry about than a mutated clone. On Kamino though, there was no telling what the longnecks would do to him. He’s heard of brothers being decommissioned for less. So for the next month, he checks his hair every day and pulls them out whenever he can.

His routine, however, is broken when he gets called by Priest to fight. He’s happy to have made it out alive since Priest is known to have vode fight to the death, but he still lands in the med bay for a week. When he’s out of the bacta tube, the only thing Fox wants to do is hug his brothers and sleep for another week. Things, sadly, don’t go as planned.

“Ey Fox, what’s that on your hair?” Bly asks innocently when he breaks their hug.

At that, Fox freezes. His body is as tense as a bowstring as he makes his way to the tiny private bathroom of the barracks and locks himself inside. His reflection in the mirror is unforgiving.

Peppering both sides of his head are dozens of grey hairs, almost too many to count. Looking at them, Fox feels his heart pick up as his hands grip the sink tightly. He runs his shaking hands through his hair, trying to pluck out as many traitorous hairs as he could, but it was no use. His hands shake too much and he can hardly see through his blurry eyes and someone’s pounding on the door and-

“KRIFF!” He yells, ripping at his hair and sinking to the floor. This was bad. The Kaminoans will notice, hell maybe they already have. They’ll come for him and take him away from his batch and to the decommissioning wing where no one ever made it out and then-

“FOX open the damn door!” A voice shoutes, dragging him out of his spiral. It was his own voice, except a bit harsher and lower. Wolffe, then.

Would Wolffe try to stop the Kaminoans when they came for him? Would he fight them, or would he let them take him away to through the sterile hallways of their hell.

“Fox this is the last time I’m asking. Open the kriffing door or I’ll blow it off it’s hinges.”

Wolffe would do good on that promise, Fox knew. So, with a thick and shaking voice, he said, “I will, just, give me a second.”

The pounding subsided, so at least Fox knew they heard him. Slowly, painfully so, he got up, trying to even his breathing though he knew that it was no use. He hesitated for a moment when he put his hand on the lock, but ultimately flicked it open.

Immediately, the door flew open as five brothers rushed into the room, crowding him.

“Fox, what the kriff was that all about?” Cody asks, holding his arm tightly. Similar questions pour from his other brothers, but Bacara notices first. He always had been observant.

“His hair is greying.” He says. To his credit, his voice doesn’t shake that much.

Immediately, Fox has five pairs of eyes on him, taking in his red rimmed eyes, thick tears and bleeding scalp.

“Fox… you- how long?” Ponds asks from behind Wolffe and Cody.

“About a month.” He whispers, trying to his his face in Wolffe’s shoulder. His brother doesn’t let him though, instead holding him firmly by the shoulders at arm’s length.

“You know we’d never let the longnecks take you, right?” Bly says softly, looking like he wanted to crush Fox in a hug.

“It’s not like you could stop them!” Fox snaps, suddenly filled with rage. No, it was fear, but he’d found out from a young age that it was better to turn those emotions into rage and use them affectively.

Bly flinches slightly and Pond’s looks similarly hurt. It was unfair of Fox to snap at them, but they all knew he was right. If the Kaminoans wanted to get to him, his batch wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

They waited in tense silence until Wolffe spoke up. He’d been eerily silent the whole time, probably plotting knowing him. “Look, we’ll figure something out. You can dye your hair, I’m sure 99 or Alpha-17 can get us something and- they- Rex is blond and nothing happened to him, right? He’s also got a minor mutation and he’s just fine.”

“They took Rex away three times to take his blood and analyze him.” Fox shot back.

“And they didn’t find anything.” Bacara quipped in.

“Well what if they find something for me, huh? What if they see that I’m aging faster, or that it’s affecting me mentally or-”

“Fox, calm down. They won’t find anything because they won’t figure anything out. We’ll dye your hair and keep you out of trouble. It’s gonna be fine, you hear me?” Wolffe said, pulling him close until Fox couldn’t look away.

After a tense fee seconds filled with a dozen flying thoughts, Fox took a deep breath and nodded. He was immediately crushed by Wolffe in a hug, and Cody and Bly quickly joined them.

When Fox got his breathing under control and finally managed to loosen up, they practically dragged him to their beds. They held him for a long time before they fell asleep.

In the morning, they ran over to 99 who, after a bit of rummaging, gave them a sack filled with brown sludge. It smelled disgusting which made sense when 99 told them it was waste from one of the Kaminoan’s machines, but according to him it would dye his hair just fine.

In the end, Fox made it through graduation without the Kaminoans of the trainers finding out about his little mutation. It was one of the rare times Ka’ra smiled upon him and made his life easire.

#clone wars #commander fox #commander wolffe #bacara #commander ponds #commander bly #cody #commander cody #kamino #clone cadets #angst with a happy ending #angst #fox angst #star wars text post #my writing

[fandom-friday]

@drafthorsemath wrote Tooka Dad - this one is such warm fluffy goodness with just enough angst to make it fully open to be enjoyed, you know that type? The smidgen that makes the whole flavor chef kiss. Cross and tookas cannot be ignored.

@the-bad-batch-baroness wrote Dancing Lights - This wolf!Wolffe fic (want to note it isn't werewolf, it's wolf, in case some of you are unsure) is absolutely immersive from start to finish - it's cold, it's frightening, it's heart-swelling, it's amazing, it needs to be read. The suspense is delicious and the imagery stunning.

These are both great! I love the fluff in Tooka Dad. I am such a sucker for the "broody character softens for floofy new friend" trope, and this fic has that IN SPADES. And I love how the new tooka friend serves as a way to help Crosshair open up, not only with his brothers but with new people. It's so SOFT and lovely!

And I love the fantasy elements of Dancing Lights! I think Steph perfectly captured Wolffe's protective nature and his internal struggle. The lore that got crafted for this story is also super neat, and so well thought out! It's very different, and it's so cool!

Thanks so much for sending these in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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