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echoisbabe · 6 days
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Tear in my heart
I had this idea from that scene from Black panther and this was born from that.
I think TW, for death? However! I hope that everyone that reads enjoys! My request are open
<also ooc Wolffe????>
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He stands before you, blaster raised. Your hands are raised, eyes never leaving the familiar helmet of Wolffe.
“Wolffe” his name leaves your lips in a plea, his grip loosens on his blaster
For once you are not happy to see him, your heart beats faster as he steps towards you. You don’t know what to do, turn and run? He’d shot you in the back that you are sure of.
“You are a traitor” his grip tightens on his blaster
“You would kill me, my love?” His grip falters again, he steps towards you once more
You wonder if he remembers it all, if someone where in his mind the thought of you lingers.
“For the empire” he states as he squares his shoulders, a second blaster now in his free hand “Without question”
Horror flashes across your face as you take a step back. What can you do now? You had promised never to use the Jedi mind trick on him, promised not to use the force on him. You know times are different however you can’t bring yourself to do it.
“Do you remember?” You ask, raising a hand and he flinches subtly, you take a step forward “what we shared? Does that mean nothing now?”
It hangs in the air, he’s holstering one blaster. He closes the distance between you and him. His helmeted forehead meets yours. He’s breathing deeply, his arm wraps around you. He pulls you closer, and you allow him to give you this.
“Let me go, Wolffe” you whisper “don’t let my blood be on your hands” you reach up, hands hesitantly taking hold of his helmet
“I-I have my orders, Cyar’ika” he moves away, so as not to let you lift his helmet “there won’t be any pain, if I do it, I promise”
You wrap your arms around him, tears finally falling freely from your eyes. Your heart is breaking with each passing second, clinging to him but also wanting to run. You had spent months running from this moment. Spent months missing this feeling that’s slipping through your fingers.
“Please” you try again, hoping for a different answer “just let me go” your pulling away from him, and he lets you pull from his arms but doesn’t allow any more distance to separate you
In the distance you hear his men, voices that you don’t recognize. It’s now or never, breaking this promise would sting but it must be done. You raise your hand with the words stuck on your tongue.
“Commander!” A voice shouts, Wolffe turns as your eyes widen, the blaster bolt has been shot and there is nothing to be done, if you pull your hand from him now it would be him that is hit, so you shove him and the blaster hits you square in the chest.
You hear your name screamed out like a banshee. Your knees go weak and you stumble, you want to catch yourself but your muscles fail you and you are falling.
Wolffe had never moved faster, he had caught you just before you hit the ground. His helmet had fallen off and you see his face, a smile graces your lips, your mouth moving as if you’re trying to formulate words that won’t come. He cups your face, shaking his head trying to fight the sudden rush of tears that threatens to spill from his eyes.
“Cyar’ika, I’m here” he whispers, he moves the hair from your face “I’m here” he whispers and your smile grows wider, he takes your hand, pressing it to his cheek “Wo- Wolffe, I-I lo-“ your last breath leaves and your body goes limp in his arms “Wait, no, no”
Wolffe reaches for his blaster, turning it on the man and doesn’t think twice, the blaster hits the man and he drops. He turns back to you, he pulls you closer as his forehead comes to rest on yours and he weeps.
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(Clone Wars) You Give Him Something Handmade
(Rex, Cody, Fives, ARC Echo, Wolffe, Jesse, and Hardcase)
Rex: You catch him off-guard one day and offer him a handmade gift before he ships off to another mission, and for a split second, he just stares at it in surprise. You say it's for him, though part of you is still shy/embarrassed to give it to him.His voice gets quieter, almost breaking, as he replies, "for me?" He accepts the gift and slowly turns it over in his gloved hands, basically melting on the inside.  No one's ever given him a handmade gift before. Sure, he's received souvenirs from his brothers and a gag gift or two from General Skywalker, but never something like this. He's absolutely touched. Whether it's a sewn craft, drawing, carving, anything at all... If he can, he'll keep it with him no matter what.
Cody: He's not one to get choked up over things, even though on the inside, a handmade gift from you is taken very seriously. The gesture speaks to him about the nature of your feelings, and his love grows.  He’s appreciative of having something to hold onto when he’s away on campaigns and secret missions.  When he does return to you again, he’ll most likely have made a gift for you during his time away.  Your gift meant so much to him that he hoped to give back to you so that you’d have something to treasure when he has to go again.
Fives:  If you give him something handmade, he’s absolutely going to make a big deal out of it.  He’s so impressed with you for putting it together.  He turns it over and over with a smile on his face and gives compliments.  He might give you a kiss and utter in a low voice something like, “my girl is so talented.”  He just can’t get over the fact that you made something so cool, and it’s for him.  If it’s something wearable or small enough to take with him, you can bet he’ll have it on all the time.
ARC Echo: Receiving a handmade gift from you stuns him for a moment.  He accepts the gift almost in disbelief because it was the last thing he expected when you innocently asked him what his favorite color was.  He didn’t realize you’d make something for him.  He is touched at the time, effort, and thoughtfulness you put into the gift.  He’s very encouraging in your hobbies and talents, and it would make his day to get a gift like that from you.  You can count on a darling hug and kiss from him.
Jesse:  This guy plays it a little cool at first.  He is quite appreciative and his tone does get lighter when he thanks you for doing something so sweet before he goes on another mission.  It isn’t until he’s away that it really hits him.  He finds himself taking out the craft/gift and looking at it whenever he has a free moment and thinking of you.  He notes the details and how thoughtful it was for you to take the time to make it, and just for him.  It occurs to him that he hasn’t received anything like that before, which touches him deeper.  He’ll probably comm you or send a message later about the item and thank you again, telling you just how much it means to him.
Hardcase:  He is over the moon when you surprise him with a handmade gift.  He’ll be grinning from ear-to-ear as he looks at it and marvels aloud how cool it is, how it must have taken you forever, and how thankful he is that you did it all for him.  You’d get a big bear hug for it, no matter who might be watching.  While he’s away on a mission, he won’t ever leave it behind.  It takes a lot of willpower for him not to show it off to his brothers because, you know, forbidden relationship.  He may end up breaking and showing it to his closest brothers, the ones he knows won’t snitch.
Wolffe:  He’s a grump, yes, but when you surprise him out-of-the-blue with a handmade gift right before he has to leave for a mission, he’s anything but.  He’s not really sure what to say as you stand there in suspense at his reaction.  Wolffe’s not the type to gush over things, but he wants you to know that it means a lot.  He’ll look at the item in his hand very closely before meeting your gaze again.  Unable to come up with the words, he’ll pull you into an embrace so tight that there’s no mistaking how he feels.  He’ll grunt a soft “thank you” under his breath only for you to hear.  He’ll keep it with him no matter what and spend his free moments looking at it and thinking about you. 
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toomanybandstocare · 3 months
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{Candy Cane Cupid}
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Program: Holidays come around every year with mixed emotion. Excitement buzzes as clones celebrate their first Life Day with their partners after the war. Disappointment is pushed to the back of your mind as you keep yourself busy at work while your riduur is away. Mischief is in the air when Cupid finally reveals his holiday surprise for you.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Bartender, GN! Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Length: 2017w
Warnings: Mention of candy cane, alcohol + club scene, bittersweet emotions around the holidays, barely edited bc my brain is v smooth from work, probs slight out of character Wolffe (see counselor note below), barely edited as usual oops
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For the lovely @sinfulsalutations - Happy fic exhange and holiday season! I hope you enjoy. ^_^ I tried to make it a lil Hallmark moment. Part of the Life Day Exchange for @cloneficgiftexchange hosted by Ghost.
Prompt: 79s For @clonexreaderbingo event hosted by Ghost.
Counselor Note: I apologize if it's not that festive or good. Been in a funk as of recently, but I had fun writing this and trying to explore Wolffe as a character more. I know he's more stoic and serious in canon, but I wanted to explore how he would balance happiness, relaxation, and the familiarity of pulling rank during post war.
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It seems like all of Coruscant has decided to spend the evening out amongst the city levels for holiday celebrations. Still only a year since the Clone Wars were won, everyone carries a warm happiness and joyfulness as they weave through club lines with their friends. Former troopers gather in boisterous groups outside of clubs, eagerly waiting for their first Life Day celebration. The usual clubbers are surrounded by new faces who easily share their nervousness and excitement for what the night may bring.
79s, normally vibrant with yellow and orange neon lights, now welcome tonight’s guests with more festive colored lighting and music. Even the tired club staff seem to be able to find one last bit of energy to push through the night with the holiday cheer.
The tips of your fingers sting from gripping the chilled shaker as your gaze flits across the crowd of dancers and party goers. The small semblance of hope that you kept tucked away deep in your heart slowly sizzles when you can’t find a gray battalion ribbon in the crowd of troopers. Red ribbons pack tightly into a booth as they play a game of Sabbac and try to teach their partners. Blue ribbons spread across the dance floor as they find dates for the evening. Orange ribbons stick close to the end of the bar as they share a flight of beer and stories. Not a single gray ribbon in the crowd to be found tonight. Your chest constricts, squeezing all the air out of your lungs in disappointment. The last flicker of hope fizzles and stings your heart. Hitting the shaker against the bartop harder than intended, you pour a bright blue cocktail into its glass and slide it over to a giggling patron. You watch with yearning as she’s pulled into the side of her partner, who sports a green ribbon, before they maneuver through the growing mass of people to join their friends.
“Still no sign of Wolffe?” Kiva carefully asks. Walking past you from the side entrance of the bar with a crate of seasonal beer, he squats down to the small fridge at the base of the bar shelves. He looks up at you with a concerned expression as he slides the fridge door open.
“He said he wasn’t even sure if he was going to be in the system even after Life Day,” you casually explain. Darting your tongue over your bottom lip, you shrug and turn to grab a new drink slip. Unable to meet Kiva’s all too familiar sympathetic gaze, you grab the mixers and spirits for the next order. Your heart races out of rhythm to the upbeat songs pulsing through the club. As the liquids spill into your new shaker, your stomach knots and twists leaving agony to swim through your body.
“I don’t even know why I’m bothering to look for him. The last we spoke, he and Plo Koon were just summoned to attend the peace accords on Soreno,” you breathlessly ramble. Once the final words tumbles past your lip, your throat tightens and you slam the top of the shaker shut before Kiva can reassure you.
Guilt stings the back of your neck as you shake the drink above your shoulder. The day that Wolffe shared that he was reinstated as a Marshall Commander, you immediately called for celebration. All his closest brothers and your friend group filled into a bar just down the street from your shared home. It wasn’t until the two of you fell into bed and silence separated you from Wolffe’s bliss that you realized the two of you wouldn’t have a different life after the war. Wolffe would still be systems away from you a majority of the time. The realization sank in further when he couldn’t wish you a happy birthday in person with the rest of your loved ones. A solemn understanding was made when he missed your two year anniversary to help with an aid mission. The mundane moments and memories you had hoped to create with Wolffe were nothing like the ones that your friends share of their partners' first year away from the GAR.
Not even realizing that you had slowed your actions, a gentle hand takes the shaker from yours and pours it into the glass in front of you. With a sigh, you face Kiva’s kind, understanding expression after he slides the drink over to a trooper with a yellow ribbon.
“Give him a call. Maybe you’d be surprised by the answer?” he softly encourages. Hope and mischief dance across his face while he grabs your hand to pull you away from the order line.
“Why would I do that when I already know the answer?” you tiredly push back. Fatigue and numbness wrap around your bones, and you can only stumble after Kiva out of the bar. “It’s not even my break yet for the second half. Not to sound too pessimistic, but I’d rather just work the doubles if I can’t spend the holidays with my partner”.
“Well,” Kiva exclaims, “Call me your candy cane cupid, because I have a surprise for you.” He winks and pulls you through the group of women with glittering dresses and warm sweaters.
Your heart hammers against your eardrums at Kiva’s words. “What do you mean?” you hastily ask. Kiva’s laughter mixes with the music while the two of you weave through the clusters of clones towards the CO table, a now long standing tradition at 79s even after the war. When you break through the last wall of party goers, the entire club blurs around you.
Kiva steps to your side, and the booth is empty with all but one person sitting behind the table with two glasses of Corellian whiskey. Ambient lighting dances across Wolffe’s tired expression, and you can just make out the small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. One that only makes a fleeting appearance when you’re nearby or mentioned in conversation.
“Happy Life Day,” Kiva expresses with a beaming smile, “Now go celebrate and enjoy the holiday festivities”.Before you can even thank him, Kiva shoots you a wink and disappears into the crowd once more. 
You watch in disbelief as that rare smile grows across Wolffe’s face while he moves out of the booth.Without a second thought, you stumble through the last few troopers wearing gray ribbons to throw yourself into Wolffe’s arms. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be home until after the holiday,” you choke out into his chest. Warm amber and musk mix to create Wolffe’s signature cologne, and you press yourself further into his embrace. His calloused hands roam across your back leaving sparks in their wake even when separated by your clothing.
“Your friend cupid has his ways,” Wolffe chuckles. His heart hammers as he reacquaints himself with your touch. How it feels to have his riduur in his arms once more. How the sound of your voice eases every worry from his mind. How being with you feels like home. Sliding his hands to your waist, he carefully pulls you from his body to fully be able to see you. Wolffe admires the small changes in your appearance as hues of blue, gold, and purple dance across your face. For just a moment, everything feels at peace. The anxiety of moving to another system in a few cycles disappears. None of the teasing remarks from his younger brothers get under his skin. Only you matter, and all the tension from his body dissipates. “Sorry, I got distracted. How are your eyes so pretty?” he murmurs almost to himself.
“Didn’t know you could be such a sap,” you sniffle with a light laugh. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Wolffe’s smile softens with remorse. “I know I haven’t been around as much as either of us had hoped. And I know I’ve let you down when I’ve missed important milestones for us this year. I wanted to make sure we could spend our first Life Day together,” he explains.
“I don’t want you to feel like you’ve done anything wrong,” you rush to assure him. Tears sting your lasline from the overwhelming storm of emotion raging inside you. When you move to wipe the stray tears escaping, Wolffe tenderly cups your cheek with his hand. His calloused fingertip carefully traces the planes of your face and wipes away the tear from your cheek.
“I don’t,” Wolffe reassures you. “I know that this isn’t what we had imagined for either of our lives after the war, and I don’t want us to drift apart because of that. I’m here because I need you to understand that nothing is going to stop me from coming home to you. Nothing was going to stop me from spending Life Day with you this year or any year in the future, alright?”
All the loneliness and yearning from the cycles spent alone crash down onto you. Tears freely fall down your cheeks as you tuck yourself into the crook of Wolffe’s neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you admit. “I didn’t want to say anything, because I know how much Plo and the GAR means to you, but I’ve missed you so much.” Your voice breaks at the end of your confession, and you pull away from his body to wipe your tears from your face.
“I’ve missed you, cyar’ika. More than you could imagine,” Wolffe mumbles into the top of your head. His heart stings at your cries, and he wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. “I’m home now. It’s going to be okay, yeah? We’re going to figure this out”.
You let Wolffe guide you into the booth, and the two of you settle into the far corner. Draping your legs over his lap, you tuck yourself into his side and look at him in adoration. “We’re both a mess without each other, huh? Have absolutely no idea what to do without the other,” you tease. Wolffe chuckles and nods after taking a sip of his whisky. He ducks his head to press his lips to the shell of your ear and whispers: “Tell anyone and we may just have to leave early.” His warm breath tickles across your neck, and he squeezes your thigh as the rest of the Wolfpack join you with their partners.
For the first time during the holiday season, you’re able to sink into Wolffe’s arms and enjoy the company around you. Not a single member of the pack or their partners neglect to see how you’ve been. Plans begin to easily come into creation to squeeze in a few more holiday outings for you and Wolffe to join. A glimpse of the life that you hoped to create with Wolffe after the war finally playing out. Yet, it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t where you were currently at in life.
During a bout of laughter, you look over to Wolffe and find him already gazing at you with that all too familiar smile tugging at his lips. You cup his jaw and press a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth. Pulling away, the two of you share a look of adoration before sharing a soft kiss in the privacy of your own world. The two of you fall into rhythm with each other as if no time had passed. Lost in the moment, it’s not until his brothers start to howl and their partners tell them to leave you and Wolffe alone that the two of you break from the kiss.
“Mind your damn business,” Wolffe barks back to his snickering brothers. “How many times did I turn a blind eye to when you brought back your cy’are to the barracks?” Instantly the snickers silence as the older brothers laugh at the young clones.
Rolling his eyes as the conversation redirects to tomorrow’s outing, Wolffe pulls you closer into his side. Pressing a tender kiss to your temple, he rests his forehead against yours. “Happy Life Day, riduur”.
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hesthermay · 8 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋
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PAIRING: commander wolffe x afab!reader
SUMMARY: what is love, if not living through the fear of it all with someone? what is love, if not coming out on the other side, hand in hand?
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst upon angst. reader is pregnant, no mention of she/her pronouns, use of y/n. clones using mando'a terms.
NOTES: personally, i think this shit is juicyyyyyyyy like cannot reread it without screaming. i like it, just kinda felt like writing some angst and this was a topic i felt could suffice the angst gods??? i love wolffe so damn much i just be thinking abt him all the time
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Fear. 
Fear had filled your veins with ice and had long since made its course throughout your bloodstream ten times over. Shock and plain confusion chased after it, hanging on its coattails as you stood outside of the medical clinic with eyes looking blindly. 
As soon as the MD had spoken the words, it felt as if you’d shut down. They echoed in your ears, repeating over and over like a broken holorecord, and your body moved on its own. As you gave your signature at the end of the appointment, fingers swiping over the holopad screen with no intention, the words were deafening in their volume. As you walked down the corridor to leave, the nerves in your face buzzed in tune with the deep baritone of them. As you crossed the threshold of the building to the outside world, it almost felt like you were going to explode. 
The hustle and bustle of the Coruscant streets and skies broke it. 
Noise, life, had broken through the big thoughts and their big weight and it felt like air was entering your lungs once again. Eyes clearer, head quieter, you were still heavy as a breeze caressed your exposed arms. 
Pregnant.  
It was not like in the dramas that came on late night holonet, not romanticized and not attainable for the average person. 
Well, that wasn’t the truth. You were not the average person, for they could and very well do have that moment; but not you. You had been one of the many people to go against the grain and actually fall in love with one of the Republic’s own soldiers. 
Pregnant and alone. The breeze felt nice, you swayed on your feet to the lull as you gathered your senses again. 
He would be back. When, you did not know, but he would. He always came back, always came home, but those moments in between were the hardest. When your home was empty save for you, when your bed was too big because someone was missing, when things got hard and you were on your own. 
But he would be back. Commander Wolffe was a lot of things, but a liar was most certainly not one of them.
A father, however? You couldn’t say. 
Your feet moved, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment with thoughts still reeling. He was timid, to be approached with caution, but he was a lover. You were possibly the only person in the galaxy who could truthfully say that, but it was something you really believed. He loved you, with everything he had to give, and he showed it by trying. He stepped out of his comfort zone, he learned, he grew, he listened. A man like Wolffe wouldn’t do anything half assed, and he wouldn’t give anything his full effort if it didn’t deserve it, and that’s how you knew your relationship would work. 
It did work. Beautifully, as a matter of fact—you moved and lived as if you were made to be together, and perhaps you were. It felt like you were. 
If it worked so well, then why were you so afraid? 
To be alone was frightening. You were not really alone, he was out there somewhere; but he was not here. To not know what to do was frightening. You loved Wolffe with your whole heart and vice versa, but did he want a baby? Did he want to be a father, to bear the weight and responsibility parenthood brings? Did he want to be with you that way, tied together forever by another human, half of you both? It was a fear induced by the unknown of it all, the unfamiliarity of the path and the lack of support almost paralyzing. 
It was also a fear of startling him.
He tried so hard, and you were so thankful, but it had taken so long. So, so long for him to open up, to freely breathe and speak. To trust you, Wolffe had needed time and that is what you gave him. Would this revelation rock that trust, undo that time and send him on his way? Would he cut the ties you had formed before he got in too deep? 
Lightheaded. You took a deep breath, leaning against the wall beside you for a moment. Calm down, you told yourself. Panicking in the streets of the city wouldn’t give you the answers you needed, wouldn’t lessen the stress and worry tearing at every nerve in your body. It wouldn’t help, so it was not worth it. That’s what Wolffe would say, to clear his head—focus on the objective, and all things pertaining to it. 
The walk home was neither long nor short, for your head was in the clouds again. You were present, but not entirely. People moved around you, and you paid them no mind, their conversations blending together as background noise while your thoughts attempted to order themselves. Your home is empty when you return, and though it wasn’t a surprise it still made tears prickle your eyes. 
The dam was breaking. Hairline fractures were forming in the foundation that was holding you together, and seeing your apartment, your home together, empty and dark and without a trace of him almost released the flood. Breathing grew increasingly more difficult once again, and thoughts of reaching out just to be met with the void that was his absence only made it worse. You had to stop. You had to calm down, you had to try. 
So you tried. You tried. 
Wolffe hadn’t answered when you commed him, but you half expected that. You had forced him to turn on the message box and were glad he had listened. You drew in a deep breath before you began speaking, hoping to sound as normal as possible. “Hey, hope you’re doing okay. When you get a chance, could you give me a call? There’s…something big I need to talk to you about,” you trailed off, barely holding it together. You sniffled, and wiped your nose, snapping back. “Alright, love you, bye.” 
You had failed. It was obvious something was wrong, your voice was shaky and weak and had even broken when you spoke your farewells. He always picked up on even the slightest shift in your composure, and you knew that your message read loud and clear that you were not okay. Worry crept in, worry that you would worry him while he was away, and guilt followed soon after. Your feelings were strong, and they were all over the place, and after you had done all you could in the moment you let yourself feel them. 
You fell apart, and you knew that when he called back you’d do your best to pick up the pieces so you could figure it out. 
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Three weeks. 
Three long weeks of sickness, mood swings, and sleepless nights. 
Three long weeks with no call from Wolffe. 
You were not there when he landed on Coruscant, when the troops that were successful in their endeavors returned, and that worried him. Surely you would have caught wind of their arrival, you were not the only one to have a lover, a friend, someone special in the army. Why had you not shown up?
He told himself not to be so stupid. Of course you hadn’t come. You had called him, had needed to tell him something with that broken voice and he had ignored it. 
After returning from just another stint out in the midst of war, fear crept up on him like a monster in the shadows rearing its ugly head. It followed him all the way home, all the way up to the floor the apartment was on, and right through the front door. 
You were there. You had to have been, for his home looked as lived in as ever. Relief, sweet and almost overwhelming, rushed over him. It pushed him through the doorway and into the living room, but he did not see you. “Cyare?” he called, setting his helmet down on the table closest to him. He heard the door to the fresher slide open, and only a few seconds later you emerged from around the corner. 
His heart, as guarded as it was, belonged to you; and it broke when he caught sight of the state of you. Eyes puffy and red, tear stained cheeks and cracked lips, hair tangled and messy. Wrinkled and sweat stained clothes cover your slightly trembling body as you wipe your face upon seeing him. 
He’s worried. You’re worried. You’re both tired. You’re both sweaty and exhausted, and scared out of your minds. 
“Cyare, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” 
“Did you not get my message?” you question instead, and your voice is gravelly and quiet. The lack of the usual melody that was you was like a stab wound to the chest. 
He didn’t know what to say at first, because he knew saying the answer out loud wouldn’t make you feel any better, so he grunted in response. But your face never changed, still stony and devastating and he knew he had to say it. “I—” he started, but seemed to choke on the words and had to take a deep breath. “I was going to call back, but I…got afraid.” 
Oh no. Dread, once again, weighed heavy on you as it showered down your body, trickling slowly and touching every part of you. “Afraid?” you wheezed through heavy breaths. 
“Of…of what it was you wanted to talk about. I—” he shook his head. “I was afraid you had met someone else, that you were gonna pack up your things and take off while I was gone and I just…couldn’t.” 
You stared at him. Long and hard, your eyes didn’t leave him. While you were stewing, killing yourself with fear and worry, so was he. You could have laughed, as cruel a joke it was. 
“Wolffe,” you whispered, tears returning once again. “Wolffe, I’m pregnant.” 
It was then his turn to stare, to not say anything as your words hit him. He was never an open book, but he was giving nothing with the blank look on his face and it hurt. Waiting all this time had hurt, waiting for him to react hurt. 
“Please,” you begged, “say something.” 
“You…you’ve been pregnant for well over three weeks,” he whispered, pain causing a quiver in his words. “And I didn’t even know. I wasn’t even here.” 
Guilt, as potent and as painful as ever, drenched his words and covered his face. The urge to ease said guilt was immediate, body acting on its own as your hand reached out for him. “Wolffe—”
“Y/N,” he interrupted, pushing your hand away as he turned, refusing to even look at you. It hurt, it hurt so bad you didn’t even know how you were still standing, and yet you were. Standing there, eyes full of tears staring at the back of his head as he reached up and roughly swiped a hand down his face. “Y/N, I am…I am so sorry,” he took a deep, shuddering breath. “I am so sorry that I wasn’t more careful, because you deserve more than this.”
“No,” you shot out immediately. “Don’t—don’t talk like that,” you gasped out. You were crying, you were yelling, you were terrified. “I have been scared out of my mind this whole time, Wolffe! The entire time I was worrying myself to an early grave, and I was alone! And—and I did it because I fucking love you!” 
He was looking at you now, arms down by his side and lips pursed. You didn’t stop to wonder what he was thinking about, the words leaving you in a loud ramble that had been stifled for far too long. This confession had been bottled up too tightly through the fear of it all, and now the top was blowing off. 
“Do you really think I would be here alone if I didn’t love you? If I didn’t want you?” Your face was scrunched up, emotion having you in a vice grip as he listened. “Wolffe, do you think I haven’t thought about what this means? I’ve had three weeks to think about what I’m gonna have to do when you’re gone, three whole weeks to worry about it all! So don’t you dare,” you pointed a finger at him, taking a step closer, “come home and talk to me like you’re backing out for my sake.” 
“Y/N—” he rasped your name softly, but you didn’t give him the chance to say anything more. You weren’t done, and you knew if you stopped those words would never be spoken, so you pushed on through. Your throat raw, words rough and jumbled together, you continued. 
“I am so fucking scared,” you whispered, shoulders shaking as sobs managed to sneak through your words, “that you are going to leave me. But you do not get to blame it on me, shove that weight onto me to make it easier for you.” 
“Y/N, it’s not like that,” he shook his head. “But you know me. I was made for one thing, and no child should have to deal with that thing.” He reached out, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly. “I can’t give you the life that you both deserve, I can’t be that man that’s good enough for this.” 
The words you whispered brought tears to his eyes, broke down every wall the soldier had ever built in his entire life. “You’re the only man I know that’s good enough for our lives.” 
Lives. 
Plural, more than one. 
You were not just you anymore. It was you and baby, connected in the most personal way. It was the first time you’d said anything like that out loud, actually brought it into the open to be heard. 
“Knowing that you are who you are is what makes it worth it,” you continued, pulling one hand out of his grasp to instead place it on his cheek; a gesture made in the very name of tenderness, for you were no longer angry nor yelling. You were confessing, pouring out heart and soul to the only person you trusted. “Wolffe, you are the best man I know. You are not a liar, you are not a quitter, and you are not a coward. You are loyal, you are brave, and you are a lover. Part…part of what got me through these last few weeks was the fact that I never doubted you’d come home, because you told me you’d always come home. I believed you, and I haven’t had a reason not to ever since.”
Your hand slid from his cheek down to the side of his neck, eyes dropping for a moment. “I—I thought you might walk away, at least a part of me did. That you’d come back like you said, find out and get scared off,” your words got thicker, harder to get out as you began to cry again. “You have tried so hard for me, and you have done so amazing, Wolffe, I promise, but I thought this would be too much. That…that you’d cut me off before you got in too deep, and I’m so sorry to doubt you like that,” you shook your head at the look on his face. 
“C—Cyare,” he gasped out, choking on a sob that was never meant to show itself. “I am so sorry that you were alone, and afraid, because of me. You,” he grabbed your face with both hands, cradling you gently as he looked at you with all the fear, love, and pain only a man who was in it for the long run could experience, “you are only light in this galaxy that matters, and it has scared me every day since I met you. But I don’t think there's a force out there that could make me walk away from you, because I am yours. If—if loving you means that I am a lover then you’re right, because I love you, Y/N, with everything I have. I will always come home, and I will never quit fighting for the life that you deserve…that you both deserve.” He cleared his throat, lowering his head for a moment before he looked at you again. 
“The Kaminoans never taught us what love was, we weren’t supposed to know that emotion, but I have learned it. From my brothers, General Plo, and you, Cyare; and to me, love is being afraid and doing it anyway. Love is easy and not all at the same time, and that’s how it’s meant to be. If I walked away from you after this, then that means I haven’t learned a kriffing thing.”
It had been scary. It had been tough. It had been emotional. 
But it had been worth it. Waiting had been worth it. Wolffe had been worth it. You loved him more than life itself, and now you knew that he felt the same. Together, through the fear of it all, you would love your baby. 
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ironmandeficiency · 2 years
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mama wolf
pairing: wolffe / reader
word count: 692
summary: since dating wolffe, you are quickly put in loco parentis with the rest of the pack.
a/n: this is just a soft blurb abt taking care of the wolfpack during leave i wrote ages ago
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as wolffe’s almost-riduur, you had taken up the helm as an authority figure to the rest of the pack
the same way wolffe was commander on the field, you were commander when they were on leave
this meant that when the ‘pack was on leave, your house was never empty. members of any and all ranks, even a few shinies, would find themselves crowded into your home
you invested in several chairs and extra food after the first time they corralled into your living room and several had to sit on the floor (lesson learned real quick)
you just got home from work when wolffe commed you saying that he’d be planetside again in a matter of hours (read: me and several of the boys are gonna be hungry for a home cooked meal and will be homeasap)
now wolffe alone had the appetite of a dozen banthas, and you didn’t want him to go without for his brothers (which he already did constantly) if you didn’t cook enough. so foregoing sleep for now, you got comfortable and got started in the kitchen
breakfast for today was pancakes and bacon, which were easy to cook and a quick favorite among the pack. you can’t go wrong with pancakes and bacon, especially not if you put bacon INSIDE the pancakes (thank sinker for that idea)
who had time to count pancakes? not you. you just poured, flipped, and plated for what seemed like minutes (really was hours) until you heard a commotion outside of your front door
wolffe knew the code so there was no need to knock, and just as you predicted, upwards of twelve members of the wolfpack were led by their commander into the house, several immediately commenting on how great it smelled
your riduur approached you first, giving you a soft yet deep kiss and a hug before grabbing a plate heaped high with pancakes and bacon
one by one you were being hugged and given kisses on the cheek by every clone there as a thank you for the food. you hugged them all back, thankful they had taken showers before coming
once everyone had a plate made, you made your own and immediately approached wolffe, who patted his thigh as an invitation to sit that was immediately taken up on. he had one arm securely around your waist and his chin on your shoulder, and a warm smile that had a few of the shinies very shocked
you and the boys made pleasant conversation while you ate, enjoying the company of your wolffe and his brothers, happy they survived the last campaign
wolffe was the first to notice that you were getting sleepy. you lean into him more and your replies grew slurred. soon the others noticed this as well, beginning to talk quieter than they had been
then he did the math. it would’ve taken you hours to have done all of this cooking, and on nights when you worked late you wouldn’t get home till almost the wee hours, which led him to the conclusion that you’ve been awake since the previous morning
he was upset that you put yourself in such a tired state for him and his brothers, but the fact he had a riduur who would do that warmed his heart
your dutiful wolffe sets your plates on the coffee table before standing with you in his arms, carrying you to your bed. he gets you comfortable before going back out to the common room
his brothers could tell wolffe was trying to wear a scowl, but it didn’t quite work. he just couldn’t bring himself to do it when he’s relaxed at home
instead, he just puts his hands on his hips and lowers his voice enough to both let you sleep and convey the severity of what he’s saying
“you can stay, but if you wake her, you’re dead” everyone nods and they each give him a quiet “yes sir”
satisfied that they got the message, he removes what little armor he still had on and takes his rightful place next to you in bed, holding you while you slept
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venusacrossthestars · 10 months
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Could you do a wolffe x s/o reader who is not a jedi, where the reader has just had a nightmare and needs comfort? With cuddles?
Nightmares
A/N: I am a big wimp when it comes to horror movies, I hate them with a passion and REFUSE to watch them. Anyways this was super fun to write and like I said I am making writers block my bitch. THIS IS NOT PROOF READ
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You knew it was a bad idea to come here, you should’ve stayed in the safety of your bed instead of letting your friend drag you off world, away from your lovers arms. 
The shadows seemed to grow the more you looked at them. The creaks of the abandon building you’ve hid yourself in seemed to become louder and louder, seemingly working with the cause of the shadows to lead right to you. 
You had no where to go, no one to call for help, your “friend” had vanished the second the two of you stepped foot on the desolate moon. The shadows and noises continued to grow closer and no matter how far you ran there never seemed to be an exit in sight. 
After one too many wrong turns you were faced with nothing but a metal wall, sealing you in the abandoned warehouse. This was it, you were doomed. If you thought the shadows and noises were loud before they were deafening now.
Before they sounded like gibberish, like a child who had yet to learn basic. Now they held a chilly clearness to them.
“Y/n,” the noises called. 
“Y/n,” the noise dragged out
“Y/n,” but how did they know your name?
Before you could question it any further the shadows had caught up to you. They creeped around the corners snuffing out any light that seeped through the cracks of the base boards. If possible they seemed to gain speed as the circled you, sinking their dark claws into your shoulders. The harder they gripped you the louder the shadows became, screeching your name.
You shot up with a panic, glancing all around your room. There was no swirling sounds, and the only sound filling the room was your panting breaths and the quiet sound of Wolffe asking you if you were alright. 
“Breathe, in and out. Deep breaths.” Wolffe instructed you rubbing your shoulders, “I need you to look at me and breathe Sweetheart, can you do that for me?” 
Giving him a slight nod you did as instructed. After a moment your heart rate and breathing returned to normal. You brought your hands to your face and rubbed your eyes, trying to erase the nightmare from your mind. 
“You were whining and kicking me in your sleep, are you alright?” 
“Yeah,” you respond, voice slightly cracking. 
“You wanna talk about it?” 
“Its stupid, I don’t want to bother you with it.” 
“Anything that upsets you is not a bother to me,” Wolffe coaxed you, “you can tell me anything.”
“No, its like really stupid,” you tell him only to receive a pointed look in return. “Fine. So Sasha, you remember my friend Sasha right?” Wolffe only gives a slight grunt in answer to your question. “Well she comm’d me today asking if I want to see this new holo-film that came out over the weekend. And well I haven’t seen her in forever that I agreed without asking the what the holo-film was about. Well turns out it was a horror.”
“You despise horror holos,” Wolffe blandly states. 
“Yeah I know, but we were already there and she already bought the tickets before hand  and I couldn’t just bail on her.”
“Some friend.” 
“She forgot! It was an honest slip of the mind.”
“Which one was it?”
“Shadows and Screams, the sequel.”
“Have you even seen the first one?”
“.... no” you squeak out.
The only response you get from Wolffe is an eye roll, which speaks all the words you need. He huffs back down to his side of your bed. Still sitting up from where you jolted out of your sleep you stare at him, honestly too afraid to fall back asleep. 
Wordless he opens his arms and you crawl right into them, instantly curling into his side savoring his warmth. His arms come to wrap around you, locking you in. Closing your eyes you take a deep shaky breathe in. 
“You’ll be okay. It was only a movie, besides I would never let anything happen to you.” 
Opening your eyes you at Wolffe only to see him already staring down at you, “I know.” You lean up to press a soft kiss to the underside of his chin.  
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starryevermore · 1 year
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all those chickens ✧ commander wolffe
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request: Star Wars request?  reader making Gen Z references while infiltrating a base and everyone is just “wtf” but as soon as they stop it’s all hands on deck coz reader is just silent and that ain’t normal so ⭐️PaNiC⭐️ turns out…there was a lil porg and they turned comms off to save it  - anon
pairing: commander wolffe x fem!reader
summary: wolffe does not understand all of the strange references you make to the culture of your home planet, earth. but, when you go silent on a mission, wolffe finds himself worried at the lack of communication. 
word count: 1,835
warnings?: reader is from earth, i’ll be honest there’s a fair mix of both millennial and gen z references in this but whatcha gonna do about it, not proofread
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Commander Wolffe didn’t pretend to understand you. Trying to understand you was like trying to understand the Force—it only ever gave him a migraine so intense he would rather listen to C-3PO talk for hours on end without interruption. Or, perhaps, that was a bit extreme—no one could listen to that droid talk that long without wanting to bash their head through a wall. But, nevertheless, whenever Wolffe attempted to understand the strange things you would say, the references you would make to a culture only you were familiar with, it left him with more questions than answers.
After all, why were you doing something for the vine? What the hell was a “no bones” day and why was it being determined by a geriatric animal? (A pug? What the kark was a pug?) Why did you pick up a glass of blue milk and mutter “what is wrong with you? why are you blue?” before laughing like you told the most amazing joke in the galaxy? And never mind the words and phrases themselves you would use—“rizz”, “stan”, “yeet”, “bussin’”, “vibe check”, “I’m weak”, “main character energy”, “borg”. And don’t get him started on how you would end words with “-ussy”! 
It was one of the very few times that Wolffe questioned the Jedi General Plo Koon in his decision to have you join them. In Wolffe’s view, no matter what benefits you might bring to fighting the war, it was all substantially lessened by the fact that you didn’t make a bit of sense half the time. And don’t get him started about how you always seem shocked when he or his brothers didn’t understand whatever bantha shit you were going on about. 
“You wouldn’t last a day on Earth,” you’d muttered once when he questioned why you put on an accent and said “airport? I’m not going to the airport.” when Wolffe said you needed to report to the hangar. 
“I would sooner walk into an active battle zone without any weapons than I would step foot on your planet,” he’d said. 
“Weird flex but okay.”
He didn’t miss the flash of hurt on your face, though, he said that. It was that day that he learned your planet, in a galaxy far, far, away, had been destroyed and you were one of the very few survivors. And, well, while Wolffe might not have experienced a loss on the scale of billions, he did know loss. And he knew a thing or two about trying to keep the memory of lost loved ones alive. So, while he might not have understood every strange thing you said, he didn’t give you as much of a hard time about anymore. 
That said, it still confused the hell out of him everything you referenced something from your culture. Even now, as you joined the 104th on a mission and kept going on and on about things Wolffe could never dream of understanding. For a brief moment, you had even ran ahead of them, chasing after a group of porgs, until Wolffe ordered you back to his side. He couldn’t let you run out into a trap, after all.  
“Look at all those chickens!” you said, looking out the porgs roaming around. The little buggers seemed to have infiltrated the Separatist base on their own. It was almost funny, actually, imaging the little critters annoying the clankers. 
Comet looked at you, his head titled. His bucket shielded his facial expressions, but Wolffe was almost certain that Comet was looking at you like you said that the porgs were rancors or something equally wild. “Those are porgs?”
“It’s a reference to something on the foliage app,” Sinker said. He looked at you for confirmation. “Right?”
“It’s called Vine,” Wolffe grunted. When he looked back at you, he saw a smile on your face. His heart stuttered. (Why? You smiled all the time. It was almost annoying, how smiley you were.) “What?”
“You remembered. I thought you didn’t care when I babbled on about Earth things.”
“I neither have to care nor understand what you’re talking about to listen to you,” Wolffe said.
“I think you care,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against his. “You act like a big, strong wolf, but really you’re a sweet, little puppy. All bark, no bite.”
Wolffe barred his teeth, snarling at you, but it did little to stop the laughter echoing throughout the Wolfpack. You lifted your chin, smiling widely at him. Then, you raised your arm, your hand resting on top of his bucket, before you tapped it once, twice—pat, pat!
The Wolfpack’s laughter turned into near howls. Comet nearly doubled over. Booster slung an arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. A spark rose in Wolffe’s chest. He wasn’t sure what he was more upset by—your teasing or one of his brothers touching you. 
“Warthog, Y/N, go find the control room and extract the information we need. The rest of us will deal with the clankers,” Wolffe grunted, trying to stamp out his frustration as they neared the control room in the Separatist base. 
He had no right to be upset, after all. Why would he? You were another member of his squad. You were a friend. That was it. Surely, there had to be some other reason that Wolffe was so bothered by this. Maybe it had something to do with it being so long since they were on leave. Maybe he was just missing companionship in general, and that was making him feel things toward you. You were, after all, the only woman he saw on a day to day basis. Yes. That’s what it was. It was nothing personal. 
…Right?
Wolffe kept his focus on scouting ahead, ignoring the laughter from his brothers. As he put some distance between himself and you, Comet jogged up to join him. Kriff. This wasn’t going to be good. 
His younger brother bumped his shoulder against Wolffe’s, and practically crowed, “Oh, Wolffe! You’re such a little puppy!”
“Watch it,” Wolffe growled. His grip on his blaster tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Focus on the mission.”
Sinker laughed. “C’mon, vod, how can we take you seriously when you’re all bark, no bite?”
“Oh, lay off him,” Boost said. Wolffe wanted to believe his brother was on his side, but Boost was, perhaps, probably the worst about teasing him. He knew Wolffe long enough to know all the ways to get under his skin, and he always took full advantage of it. “He just cares so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself!”
Wolffe stomped ahead, feeling something akin to a petulant child, as his brothers’ laughter echoed around him. Why did they have to make this something it wasn’t? Why did they act like there was something there? 
But, why was there this…uneasy feeling settling over him? Wolffe’s hand dropped to his comm. You hadn’t said anything for a long time. Why was that? Usually, he couldn’t get you to shut up. You always had some sort of commentary, whether it be those ridiculous Earth references or it be you just babbling on about whatever it was you were doing at the moment. 
“Y/N, do you copy?” he asked into his comm. 
Silence. 
Panic settled deep in his chest. He repeated the question a second, then a third, time. He never got a response. 
“Warthog, is Y/N with you? She’s not answering her comm.”
“Uhh…”
Wolffe almost preferred the silence. An unsure answer…Well, that usually meant there had been some sort of trouble. And if you were caught in that trouble…Wolffe shuddered at the thought. You were part of his squad. You were someone he was supposed to look out for. Wolffe wasn’t sure if he could stand it if something happened to you. He didn’t want to lose another member of his squad. 
But…Well, it went deeper than that, didn’t it? If something happened…If he never got to see you smile again, if he never got to hear you laugh, if he never was left scratching his head at some strange thing you said, Wolffe’s life would feel incomplete. He would miss you. He would more than miss you. He would tear apart the entire galaxy if it meant getting revenge on whoever would hurt a hair on your head.
“Yes or no, trooper?” Wolffe barked. 
“Well, she was just here, sir. And now…she’s not.”
“What the kark is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know! I just looked up and she was gone!”
“Well, find her!” Wolffe snapped. 
As Wolffe turned to look for you, too, he shot at a couple of clankers that had rounded the corner before taking off in search of you. Kriff. Was he the only one whose brain fully formed? Why the hell would you just wander off like that? Why the hell wouldn’t Warthog immediately report that? Why the hell didn’t Warthog keep a closer eye on you? Anything could happen out here!
“What’s wrong?” Comet asked, firing at a clanker, as he saw Wolffe double back. “Are we retreating?”
“Warthog lost Y/N,“ he growled.
“Damn. Better go find your girl then,” Comet said. 
“She’s not—just, watch my six, okay?”
Thankfully, he didn’t need to go far. As he neared the control room, he saw blaster fire and a clanker fall, then heard your voice as you said, “There ya go, baby. Evil droid is all gone!”
“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” Wolffe asked when he got nearer. 
“Was saving this little fella,” you said. You were cradling the porg in your arms as if it were a baby. When you looked up at Wolffe, your eyes were wide, your lips in a pout. He fought the urge to reach out, grab you by the face, and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. “Can we keep him, please? He could be the mascot of the 104th!”
“…I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”
“He’s just a baby! Say hi, baby!” you cooed. You lifted the porg, which squawked in Wolffe’s face. 
Wolffe reached out, grasping your arm in his hand, and began tugging you away. “C’mon, we got what we needed. Let’s get outta here.”
“But the baby—”
“…Take it up with the General.” Wolffe paused, then took a moment to look you over, make sure that you didn’t earn any injuries in your impromptu rescue mission. “And, Y/N…?”
“Yes?”
“…don’t ever go silent on me like that again.”
A smile tugged at your lips. “Even if it means you have to listen to my silly little Earth references?”
Wolffe almost held back, almost didn’t say what he was thinking. But, well…He really didn’t like it when he thought something had happened to you. And so he said, “I would rather hear your strange references than never hear from you again.”
And he meant every word. 
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missfrieden · 6 months
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The urge to write a drabble or small story, about Rex or Wolffe... because I think they both are somewhat of hopless romantics!
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skyvaikers · 2 years
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unsuspecting — commander wolffe
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SUMMARY — wolffe only realizes his feelings for the reader after they’ve been kidnapped and presumed dead.
WARNINGS — kidnapping, angst, gn!medic!reader, sad wolffe
REQUESTED BY — @raven-is-a-writer
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YOU WERE KIND TO EVERYONE, and it wasn’t just your job. just because you were a medic didn’t mean you were automatically nice. if you didn’t like someone, they’d know. the boys of the 104th were like your own brothers, so of course, you were kind of them. now and then you’d tease them about a botched haircut, or they forgot a piece to dye, but it was all in good fun. the only person you rarely ever spoke to was commander wolffe.
he was intimidating. it wasn’t like you weren’t nice to him, it’s just his reputation and his lethal resting face deterred you from speaking to him further. you did your job when it came to him, and nothing more.
you and the wolfpack were on a mission when you were taken. it all happened so fast. you strayed off — the first mistake — to grab some herbs to aid in the process of healing. it was then you were grabbed.
ever since then, you’ve made a tiny cell on a separatist ship your home. it wasn’t comfortable at all, though. the bench was hard, the floors seemed harder, not to mention the smell was awful. you ignored the thought it could be you. you didn’t know how long you’d been there.
you awoke to the sound of footsteps and hushed voices. you slowly opened your eyes and sat up, the ache in your back presenting itself again. the door opened and your muscles prepared for a droid or another officer, but you were met with a kinder face.
“y/n?!” anakin skywalker exclaimed. he raced into the light, his eyes illuminated with joy.
“general skywalker,” you breathed a sigh of relief.
“we thought you were dead!” he huffed with joy as he helped you to your feet.
“what?”
“yeah, you’d been gone a month,” you were already feeling faint from the relief, but that information about took you out.
“maker…” you managed to get out before you passed out in anakin’s arms.
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you wake up in the medical bay, the very place where you used to work. your mind was in a fog, but you knew where you were. you slowly sat up, adjusting to the brightness of the room.
“welcome back,” the soothing voice of plo koon reeled you back to reality completely.
“general plo,” you groggily responded.
“how are you feeling?”
“sore, tired, but i’ll be ok,” you answered. “i’ve really been gone a month?” you asked, your voice becoming more clear.
“yes, and i will admit, we all took your supposed loss pretty hard,” he confessed.
“‘all?’”
“commander wolffe included,” he clarified. your heart twisted with confusion and concern.
“where is he?” you asked the general. he thought about telling you to stay put, but he thought against it.
“he’s in the barracks,” he told you. you slowly rose from the bed, your back sore from the metal slab you’d been sleeping on for the past month. you shuffled out of the medical bay and towards the barracks, not caring to change out of the white robes you were dressed in.
you opened the door to the barracks, finding it surprisingly empty. you kept going until you saw a figure ahead of you, sitting lonesome on his bed.
“commander?” you called. you heard a sniffle before he stood to meet you. when he turned to face you, he nearly broke again, but he kept his composure.
“y/n,”
“please, sit,”
“but-”
“i insist,” you reinterred, sitting down on his cot. he joined you, hesitantly. there was an awkward silence before you broke it.
“general plo told me where you were,” you confessed. wolffe didn’t say anything; he figured he would. the commander sat there, the temptation to cry continuing to creep up on him, causing his face to twist. he still refused.
“we all believed you to be dead,” he spoke through gritted teeth, but it wasn’t because he was angry, it was because he was trying not to cry.
“i know,”
“you’re the medic, you’re not supposed to be the one they go after.” he sounded like he was blaming himself.
“they wanted to get to the pack,” you whispered, “what better way than take away their source of healing?”
“that’s the thing, y/n, you’re not some source, you are a human and i…we care for you,” he slipped up, and he knew it, but he was too far in to stop. you were surprised at his outburst, but you didn’t think too much about it.
“i’m back now, though. i’m ok,” you reassured him, daring to put a hand on his shoulder. he didn’t shy away from the touch, in fact, you swore he leaned into it. there were no more words said from him, only his sorry attempts to stop crying. you dared to turn his face back to face yours, having his gaze meet yours. no words were said, but he finally decided to open the flood gates. tears flooded down his face and he cuddled closer to you. the both of you stayed like that for a while, eventually falling asleep on one another.
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stop this was so cute AHHHHHH. i hope you enjoy this!!
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“Looks like we live to fight another day.”
“Don’t we always?”
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moonlightwarriorqueen · 7 months
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Clones + Periods 2
aka "The Shark Week"
BECAUSE NOW I AM SUFFERING SHARK WEEK!!
I am displeased!!! 😤
Part 1 / Part 3
Fives
You grumbled as you returned from the bathroom, waddling carefully into your room and digging through your supplies
"Babe...?" Fives called from your livingroom "Food's getting cold!"
"Me there in a minute" you grumbled out as you ripped the package open and grabbed new underpants
You set to cleaning yourself up and getting things settled, all the while grumbling and swearing under your breath as cramps started barrelling in full force.
You could hear your trooper padding across to your room and call your name
"-mesh'la? You okay??" he peeked his head in, getting an eye of your ass as you pulled your pants up "Well, hello..."
"Don't" you warned with a glare and your pointer jabbed in his direction "Not in the mood"
He held his hands up in surrender
"What's going on...?"
"Period" you grouched as you tossed the garbage into your trash bin and your soiled underwear into the bathroom sink. You filled it with water and soap to soak
"Ohhh...gottcha" he nodded then grabbed his comm
"Fives...what do you want? Aren't you with your lady-friend...?" Rex's tired voice came across
"Rex, buddy~ I'm calling to tell you that we're on our period so I can't be expected at that meeting at 1700 hours later" Fives grinned, his hand waving as he spoke as if the captain could see him
"you- you're what...?!" Rex sputtered on the other end "Fives, you can't have a per-"
"Awesome, I knew you'd understand Capt! Love you~" he cooed poising to hang up
"Now you just hang on there. Fives, you ca-"
And with a devlish grin, the call was ended
"Oh no...connection got disconnected...poor Rex~" he mock complained as he muted his comm and tossed it on the bedside table
"He's going to kill you" you giggled having heard all of it
"Nah, then he'd have to get someone else trained to fill my shoes" Fives wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek watching as the sink filled with water. "So since we're both suffering...how bout we finish our meal, get some pain killers and then go have fun in the shower?"
You sighed leaning back into his hold, your body aching
"Hmm~? How's that sound?"
"Sounds like our food's getting cold" you smiled
"That's my girl!" Fives grinned whisking you up and running to your couch
Mayday
"...is there a reason why you're sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by your stuffed animals...? Or is this a new aesthetic we're trying...?"
Mayday had only just come back home from his shift and wasn't expecting to see you huddled up surrounded by so many of your plushes that normally were put away. They were practically circled around your form like a demon summoning was about to happen. With a quick glance he could see the kleenex box and scattered tissues and that you'd yet to leave your pjs.
"Darling?" he prompted again as you hadnt answered.
You looked up at him with teary eyes and held your arms up, making grabby hands. Your Commander sighed but smiled softly, kneeling before you and pulled you into his arms
"What's going on?"
"Bloody week" you grumbled nuzzling your face into his shoulder to hide yourself within his warmth
"Ah...that would explain the sacrifice happening in here?" he teased softly "I'm standing up" he warned holding onto you tightly as he rose.
He carefully maneuvered around the mess and shuffled to the kitchen, rooting around in the cabinet for medicine.
"You haven't done anything about it have you...?" he asked softly
You sniffled and shook your head, tears clumping your lashes together.
He leaned over and kissed your forehead then put two pills in your palm.
"Medicine then we'll get you a heat pad and get your on the couch. Hungry?"
You took the pills and nodded again, your arms wrapping around to cling to him tightly.
Mayday chuckled at your clingy behaviour and rubbed your back
"Don't worry, I'll get you all better soon...then you'll be nice and comfy and happy"
"Until the pills stop working"
"Ah, but then I just have to get you the next dose. We can cuddle all day, how's that sound?"
"Amazing" you practically moaned out as he rubbed your sides
"Good, because that's what we're doing today" he gave you a soft kiss then gently hoisted you up off the counter and to the couch.
He settled you there then left for a moment, returning to toss you your favourite plush and plug in the heat pad. He sat beside you then pulled you into his arms, snuggling up close as promised.
Wolffe
"How's my girl doing?" Wolffe asked as he peeked his head into your bedroom.
You groaned in response and your Commander's frown deepened.
"General Plo told me to head home with this tea" he explained as be walked over, still in his armour, holding a metal canister "He said it'll help you out"
"Plo is my saviour, I swear" you whined as you peeked from the blankets.
You looked more like a tiny terror of a monster rather than his dear girlfriend, but Wolffe just playfully rolled his eyes as a smile threatened to over throw his frown
"What, I'm not good enough?" he teased gently pulling the blanket back enough that he could see your face properly and kiss your forehead
You closed your eyes and hummed happily at the interaction, pressing your head closer to his lips.
"There's a difference between saviour and love of my life, in case you got confused" you shot back
He chuckled as he pulled away from you
"Right, my mistake" he headed out of the room "I'll get this off and start your kettle"
"Kaaaay" you called as you snuggled deeper into your blankets.
You could hear the kettle whistling and the sound of his kit clacking as he stacked it, hushed by the distance between you both. A few moments later, he returned with a steamy mug and a plate with a few cookies.
"Alright, Cyare...sit up, hot stuff incoming" he called as he crossed to you
"Hot stuff indeed" you smiled staring at him "and he brought me tea and cookies for dessert"
Wolffe rolled his eyes at you and gingerly handed the mug to you with a soft 'it's hot' before he sat on the side of the bed beside you
"You'll get that after the pain subsides"
You rocked side to side, blowing on the mug, with a giddy grin
"My favourite period releif~ my boyfriend's delicious d-"
"Just drink the tea" he huffed with a blush taking a cookie off the plate in retribution
"Heyyy...my cookie" you pouted but a wicked grin grew on your lips as you set the cup down. Earning you a raised brow at your actions "I'm afraid my tea is far too hot" you dramatically fell back into the sheets
"I can go grab an ic-"
"I think I just need the more potent releif" you grinned blushing as you tugged your boyfriend toward you.
Your dear Commander gave in, crawling above you and trapping you in with a grin as he kissed your neck
"Oh yeah...? I suppose I can arrange that..."
"Off to the shower!" you giggled
"Forget the shower, I'll just change the sheets later." he growled, kissing you deeply as your face bloomed in a deep rosy hue
Howzer
Howzer slowly closed the front door and quietly took off his armour before tiptoeing across to your bedroom. Hera and Eleni had called him during his patrol to head back home, the two being extremely stubborn that he cease everything and return to see you. They hadn't told him much other than you had a fever and a migrane, so with a quick check in with Cham, he rushed home. But upon hearing your whiney groans of discomfort from the bed, he had an idea.
"Hey, Love..." he cooed kneeling beside the bed and petting your hair out of your face
"You're home early..." you mumbled with brows creased in pain
"Two ladies, who adore you, tipped me off" he said with a smile pressing his lips to your forehead "You got a fever"
"Period" you grumbled painfully
"Alright," he sighed sitting up "you're going to hate me for this..." he mused before he yanked the blankets away
You complained loudly holding onto them for dear life
"Don't you dare...!"
"Cyare, you know that the blankets aren't going to help your fever!" he protested with a huff as he successfully tore them away
"Monster" you grumbled clinging to you pillow
He dropped the blankets to the side and then tucked the thin sheet around you
"You can have this one"
"It's not fluffy" you grumbled with a pout
"No, it's not" he chuckled "I'll get you an icepack. You already take medicine?"
"Eleni got me some" you called as he left to the kitchen, wincing as your own voice made the pounding worse.
Your dear captain came back a short time later and delicately placed the ice pack on your noggin with a kiss to your cheek. He then went about the room shutting the curtains and turning everything off except for a dim little lamp in the corner.
"There. No bright lights, you got your medicine and an ice pack..." he surveyed around making mental notes for what needed to be done and what was missing
"You...?" you asked softly holding your arms up to make a grabby han in his direction
"Oh, yes..." he smiled crawling straight onto the mattress until he was beside you. "How could I ever forget...?"
He kissed the back of your neck and pulled your hips gently back to meet his. His hands then reached around to your front to gently massage your abdomen. Where he'd stay cuddled up with you until you asked him not to.
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Starved
Commander Wolffe x Reader
This is like after sex pollen? I’m not very good at writing smut so it basically hints at it. So nsfw?
Rushed ending because I’m exhausted and trying to write with a concussion is hard 🙃 hope everyone that reads enjoys and my request are open!
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The mission had been a success, a wonderful experience until it wasn’t. You had never encountered such a powerful, yet deadly plant before. No text in the Jedi temple had prepared you for it. No amount of meditation could have prevented it, or help you understand. You wish a black hole could swallow you up but that isn’t likely to happen.
Walking the halls of the Triumphant felt like a task. With each sluggish step you took felt like you took two steps backwards, if that makes sense. Oh, nothing makes sense anymore. Your heart beats like a drum in your chest, but reminds you that you’re okay, you made it out alive. You had Wolffe to thank for that as well.
Wolffe had been the one to follow you into the jungle. You had been advised to wait for the guide to take you and the troopers back to the village but you were impatient. Why couldn’t you have just waited? What had been so important that you just had to go? Skipped right into the jungle like you knew everything.
You are partly glad it had been him and not one of the others. Partly because of your feelings for him, oh maker, your feelings for him had been amplified ten fold due to the effects of the plant. You had never seen him look so… so unsure, anxious even. He had stumbled towards you, his hands looked to have a shake in them.
“Wolffe, please” you remember the whine in your voice, the desperate tone laced with each word that came spilling from your mouth. His hands had cradled your face, his touch delicate but erupted a fire inside of you.
The sudden need for him, left him speechless. He stuttered over his word like all his training had gone within the instant he knew you were in trouble. You had confessed to everything, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In that moment it was him, he was the very thing that had breathed life into you. His touch awakening things that you had long forgotten.
Your door swooshing open brought you back to the present. You didn’t even remember putting the code in but you did. Once inside and the door had shut behind you, you begin to undress. Your body aches in ways it’s never ached before. Taking your time to get inside your refresher before pressing a few buttons and the water begins to rain down on you.
“I love you!” The words had clawed their way out from the deepest parts of you. You had crumbled in his arms begging for more, begging for him. He had been such a beautiful sight, one you can selfishly say is yours and yours alone.
However, you remember how your name had sounded coming from his mouth. How he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes had never left yours, its etched into your brain. You are sure it’ll be a lasting memory that you would revisit over and over again.
“Cyar’ika, oh maker, I love you” his words had been enough for you to come undone for him, and only him. He had been so gentle the first time but it wasn’t enough.
There’s a slight sting on your shoulder, and you bring your fingers to run over the surface of the mark. He had bitten you and a small smile forms on your lips. You didn’t even realize he done it. You are sure there are more marks littered along your body marks he had given you.
Once out of the refresher, you dress in your Jedi robes. You slowly sit on the floor. Trying to think of anything other than what had happened. You couldn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends. You close your eyes, two thoughts clouding your mind. One, you should apologize and two just forgetting the whole thing happened.
However, you can’t just forget. Your whole self had been laid out for him to see. Even sides of yourself you had not known had been shown to you. You have to face it.
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Wolffe sit in his barracks, he had just finished washing himself up. He didn’t know how to tackle something like this. Should he go apologize? If he didn’t go after you then this would not have happened. Yet, perhaps someone else would have stumbled upon you, his jaw clenches at the thought of one of his brothers being the one to find you in such a state. He wouldn’t have been able to protect you.
He has already convinced himself that everything you had said and done was due to the plant. He couldn’t let what happened ruin his friendship with you. Unless it’s already ruined. He really hopes it’s not. He should have just talked you into letting him bring you back to the ship. He could have put you in a bacta tank.
“Please, I need you” your voice had been so desperate, his forehead rested on yours, he didn’t have much time to think properly, you were in pain. Your lips had been so soft against his, the kiss alone and unlocked every feeling he had for you.
Every noise you had made, every word you had uttered echos in his mind. He could never forget it. He would revisit the memory and it would still be fresh in his mind.
“I would leave the Jedi order, for you and only you” the look in your eyes, like you spoke the truth. He would leave all this behind and follow you anywhere. He could selfishly admit that he is yours and you are his and only his. He would give you everything and anything.
He had been in love you from the start, the moment he had met you he had been lost in you. He spent days and weeks trying to figure out how to be next to you. In the end all it took was a simple conversation that lead to you never wanting to leave his side.
“Don’t let me go, Wolffe” you had pleaded and he broke down every barrier “I love you, I love you” the words laced together leaving you both gripping on to each other, trying to get closer. Lips finding each others, bodies moving as one and his lips had found your shoulder, leaving a sloppy kiss before he barred his teeth and suck them into your soft skin.
His body had moves before he has an idea where he’s going. He’s in the hall, practically running. He shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. He should have stayed at your side. Helped you into your room, helped you clean yourself off from everything. He stands at your door, his finger pressing in the code and door swooshes open. You stand before him, eyes bloodshot, hair still dripping. Your mouth opens but he shakes his head. He steps into the room and pulls you into his arms.
You’re both apologizing. He leads you back over to the bed, he lays you down before climbing in beside you. Your head rests on his chest, his heart is pounding in his chest.
“Stay with me” you whisper as you lift yourself up to look at him “I don’t regret walking into that plant, I don’t regret what happened, you’re all I want” you press your forehead to his and his hand cup your cheeks “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he lifts up to press a soft kiss to your lips.
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*Fox, Cody, Bly, Wolffe, and Rex all sitting in a circle*
Rex: remember that Jedi, Obi-Wan, you had a crush on in the war?
Cody: *grins and nods*
Rex, grinning: Well he gave me a note saying he liked you, but I threw it away and never told you th--
Cody standing on a table: HE WAS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!
*Cody body slams Rex and everyone immediately tries to stop the fight*
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toomanybandstocare · 8 months
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hello!!! congratulations on the anniversary of your blog and happy birthday!! <3 may i please request polaroid album + sneaking around for my boy Wolffe? i am thinking a cute fluffy established relationship where reader is a baker!! tysm 💗
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around
Drabble for character x reader. @wolffegirlsunite requested a sweet bakery with commander grump. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for celebrating with me! <3
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Baker, GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1391w
Warnings: Mild suggestive comments, Wolffe gets a lil nervvy talking to reader bc I love seeing character's opposite sides to their personalities hehe, Love struck fools, Petnames (Cyar'ika, Cya're, Sunshine)
Counselor Notes: I have been DYING to write something like this. I think about gumpy Wolffe learning to ease up when ever he chats with barista Reader after night patrols, so I was so excited to write this.
Accompanying Polaroid Album.
-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-
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Blistering heat washes through the pourstone shop as Tatooine’s suns shine down on Mos Espa’s residents. Everyone bustles around the port city’s streets, and speeders whiz by while merchants call out their windows to attract customers. The city is alive and well since the twin sun’s have been blocked by the previous day’s sandstorm haze.
Even with every seller shouting at new arrivals, you merely hum to the radio’s music as you place the morning’s bread loaves in their baskets. Your feet gracefully dance across the tile floor as you finish up prepping for the shop’s opening. From the counter where neatly stacked pastries sit on clay dishware to the shelving system on the side wall, you let yourself enjoy the excitement buzzing through you. Sunbeams stream through the open air windows along the shop’s front, and you spin on your foot to look around the room to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Pride swells in your chest as you take in your accomplishment. You’ve only owned and operated the bakery for a year now, but you’ve made it a must visit for travelers to the spaceport.
Looking at the chronometer by the register, you walk away from the queue area to head back into the kitchen to move the next set of baked goods into the oven. Until a bird’s whistle chimes outside. The melodious tune makes you spin back around and rush to the corner window. A growing smile spreads across your face as you lean over the ledge, but it melts into a confused expression when your eyes scan the crowd. That had to have been him. There are no Convorees on Tatooine. Unless, of course, someone brought them to sell to the wealthy elite. Beginning to lean away from the ledge, you scan the streets one more time. The small rush of hope fizzles inside you, and your previous excitement mellows as your heart yearns for your lover.
Before you can slip back into your routine, a gloved hand reaches from the side street and grasps your hand. Your heart pounds against your chest, and when you go to say something an all too familiar laughter rings in your ear. It sounds like a warm summer’s thunderstorm and brings comfort to you. Wolffe steps out from the side street and leans against the window’s ledge with an amused smirk.
“Careful, cyar’ika,” Wolffe quietly teases, “You never know what’s hiding in the shadows”.
You lightly roll your eyes and reach up to cup his jaw. Guiding him to meet you halfway, you lean out of the window slightly more to softly kiss him. His hand trails down your arm and steadies your waist as he kisses you back. Slowly deepening it, the two of you lose yourselves to each other. He tastes like Corellian whiskey while you taste like jogan fruit. Pulling away with a chuckle, Wolffe looks down at you with a relaxed expression as he balances his helmet on the ledge. 
“Welcome home,” you hum and step back onto the floor. You feel lightheaded as you meet Wolffe’s gentle look of admiration. “How long are you here for?”
“Fourteen rotations,” Wolffe responds with a subtle tone of relief. His shoulders ease as he takes in your shining expression at the news. Even though he is known as the fierce commander of the 104th, who never suffers fools, there’s only one person in the galaxy who could make him a fool in love. “Just a training camp for some of the shinies to get used to extreme terrain,” he explains.
His words trail off as if he was going to continue, and you arch your brow. “Well, this is probably one of the best places to get some experience in that. Where’re you boys staying?” you casually ask. You bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling as Wolffe suddenly looks away.
“Small base on the outskirts of the city,” he curtly informs you. After a moment, Wolffe looks at you out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skips a beat. Sunlight kisses your face bringing out the freckles and light flush that blooms across your cheeks. His gaze snaps back to the busy market place. “Since it’s only training though, it’s…a less strict routine. We have to wait for the weather to settle, and by the looks of it, it’ll be a few days at least until we can head out”.
One of your hands comes up to lazily trail up his chest plate and across his shoulder. “Oh really? Would I be able to bribe Comet to keep an eye on the boys if you were to…step away for the evenings,” you softly tease. Wolffe stiffens under your touch, and you feel him take deep breaths as your hand runs up his neck to cup his cheek to make him look at you again. Wolffe gazes at you with a knowing look of curiosity, but his eyes betray him. They’re soft and warm just like caramel, and he makes you melt as he holds only adoration in his eyes for you.
“We wouldn’t hear the end of it, if Comet was the only one who received some of your pastries,” Wolffe points out. Amusement eases into his tone as he still holds up his facade of dutiful commanding officer.
“I never said it would just be for him,” you push back.
“That would wipe out almost half your baked goods, cyar’ika. Wouldn’t that be bad for business if you were handing them out to troopers for free?” he challenges. Leaning in close to your face, Wolffe smirks lightly as the blush on your cheeks darkens.
“It would be well worth it, if it meant I could keep you all to myself while I can,” you reply. Your voice light and airy from the spiraling close distance between you and Wolffe. “What do you think, Commander?”
Wolffe looks at you with an amused expression before he places a careful kiss to the corner of your mouth. Pride swells in his chest as he feels your breath hitch. Pulling away, he moves his mouth to the shell of your ear with a small smile. “Those horned melon cakes will probably win him over with little challenge. I won’t be so easy to please, however,” Wolffe shares. His voice drops to a low whisper so none of the nosey merchants or travelers can overhear.
His words cause a shiver to shoot down your spine, and you run your tongue across your lip. “One second,” you breathe out in reply. Rushing away from the window, you leave Wolffe chuckling as he watches you dart across the room for a box then over to the shelf. You place all the cakes neatly, as best you can with shaky hands, into the box and move over to the counter to secure it with twine. In only a few moments, you rush back to Wolffe and excitedly offer him the box of treats and smile triumphantly at him. “Your order is all set, Commander”.
“No wonder you’re the best baker in the city. Amazing customer service and sweets that leave everyone wanting another taste,” Wolffe hums. Carefully balancing the box in one hand, he bends down to pick something up. “Can’t leave you empty handed though,” he grunts and pulls up his GAR duffel. Handing it over the window ledge, his hand lingers until he knows you comfortably can hold it. “Don’t open it until I get back from negotiations,” Wolffe tells you. 
His hands rests under your chin and tilts your head up. Butterflies tickle your stomach as you meet his gaze. “Had this planned didn’t you? Why would I open your duffel?” you breathe out. As Wolffe's lips pull back into a knowing smirk, your heart races.
“Because there’s a gift for you that both of us will enjoy,” he explains and pointedly ignores your teasing question. Rubbing your chin gently, he drops it and grabs his helmet as he turns away. “I'll be home early tonight, cya’re,” he calls over his shoulder. 
Finally feeling like you can breathe again, you drop the duffel to your feet and hang over the window ledge. Resting your chin on your palm, you watch Wolffe disappear into the crows with a love struck expression.
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hesthermay · 10 months
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𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒
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PAIRING: commander wolffe x gn!mechanic!reader
SUMMARY: long work days and slight carelessness lead to you and three attackers in a late night chase. where you will go, there is only one answer; the den of wolves. who you will call, there is only one answer; the leader of the pack.
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst. mentions and descriptions of violence, clones using mando’a terms
NOTES: angst! fear! a bit of fluff? we have it all! wuv wuv wuv mr. wolffe. also i hit 200 followers!! what!! should i do anything special?!
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Late. 
It was late, the sky dark and the street lights on, and it was way past time to clock out. 
A nasty habit of yours, letting work take over the entire day as if you did not have needs to be met and a life outside of tools and machinery. But what could you say? When faced with a problem that needed to be solved, you had to do just that. It mattered little when you were supposed to leave, when you should have taken a lunch break, or how dangerous the streets of Coruscant could be after dark. 
The speeder before you had given you a run for your credits for the few days you’d had it in the shop you worked at, and you were hard pressed to get it running again sooner rather than later; so you let time keep running as one by one the building emptied, every other mechanic departing at the end of the work day instead of never letting it end. 
Still, you did not care. 
You were close, you could feel it. But alas, the rumble in your stomach and the ache of your limbs and back told you that it would have to be another day. As you slid out from under the machine and sat up, sharp pains settled in your head and fatigue weighed heavy on your eyelids. 
“Fine,” you sighed, muttering to yourself as you cleaned up your area slightly. “Tomorrow, then. I’ll get you tomorrow.” 
Your bag was thrown over your shoulder on your way out, but your feet moved on their own. You were not thinking, not paying attention to the route in front of you as your mind ran over the progress that had yet to be made, what you would eat for dinner, what Wolffe was doing, and so you were not aware of the wrong turns you had taken. Carelessness in the wake of caring too much had, once again, gotten you into trouble. 
You were not in a good part of town, that much you knew, and after another turn you were made aware of the body tailing you. One soon turned into two, then three, and you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. What do I do? Where do I go? Who do I call? 
It was a split second decision when you sprung forward, taking off faster than you knew you could go. Fear coursed through your veins, and you were running for dear life, but you did not know where you were going. You surely couldn’t go to your apartment, your home, that would be leading the foxes right to the henhouse. 
Then, the answer became clear, bright flashing lights in your mind's eye. Whether it be instincts or just plain old common sense, it told you to lead them into the den of wolves.
The GAR barracks weren’t close, per say, but that mattered not when thundering footsteps echoed behind you, the occasional shout filling the space. Normally steady hands clumsily reached up to unbutton the breast pocket of your coveralls, pulling out a comm device and attempting to dial the one person you knew could—would—save you. 
“Kriff,” you panted as you took a sharp turn, having to redial the comm code after messing up, but there was no answer. “Wolffe!” you yelled into the device, bordering on desperate. “Come on, Wolffe!” 
Disappointment showered over you and dread filled your boots, making them all the more heavy as you willed yourself to keep going. You were hurting, body aching more than ever and screaming at you to stop, but you ignored it. Your lungs were on fire, trying to regulate your breathing as much as you could as you pushed yourself farther and farther, but you ignored it. Your eyes were bleary from lack of sleep and too much concentration combined with panicked tears welling, but you ignored it.
And then, just up ahead, the buildings housing the Clone Army on Coruscant came into sight, and hope almost had the audacity to bloom in your chest. You began yelling again, not caring about the ruckus you were causing because your stalkers had gained on you and were closer than you were comfortable with. 
You risked a look behind you, and it was the downfall of your escape. You had unintentionally slowed, eyes trying to scope out the predators as they preyed on you, and one had reached out and grabbed you by the collar of your coveralls. You were yanked back, choking as you flew to the ground like a ragdoll and rolled, scraping your elbows and palms as you tried to brace for impact. 
Paralyzing fear coursed through your veins as you trembled, looking up at the three beings who had chased you down as they gathered around you. They sounded accomplished, proud, as they drew closer, closing you in and trapping you. One reached out with a large and scaly hand and instincts once again graced you at the last second in the form of a leg shooting out and making contact with their knee. A satisfying crack! sounded out but your actions were met with retaliation that was anything but so. 
Your head jerked back as a punch landed on your jaw and pain spread around your face instantly. The cry that left you was sharp and seemed to echo around the area, and yet nothing came to stop your attackers from continuing. A kick followed the last blow, driving into your stomach and knocking all of the breath out of you. 
“Fucking bitch,” the one you had kicked growled, reaching out and grabbing your face harshly, lifting your head to make you look at them. “You’re going to regret that.” 
“Oh, really?” 
That voice, though it was one that belonged to many, could have only been from one man. Relief, in almost the purest form, washed over you as the rough hand let go and you turned to see white and gray armor. 
The wolfpack had arrived, eyes glowing and teeth bared. 
“Who do you think you are?” One of the assailants questioned, and the man with the cybernetic eye’s stride never faltered as he answered lowly. 
“I’m your worst nightmare.” He was frightening, lethal, and that had begun to dawn on the lowlifes before him, but there was no chance of escape. Running was not possible, for when they turned to dash away, their path was blocked by more clones. 
“Oh, I don’t think so,” one of them tutted, reaching out to roughly shove one of them back towards Wolffe. 
It was quick, him fixing the problem. He did not play around, beat around the bush, play with his prey; no, the rage that filled him to the very brim was much too strong for that, much too white hot to be slow about things. He had made a name for himself amongst the Republic Army, and he was living up to it. Blood covered parts of his armor when he was finished, the scum lying in a heap before him as he ordered one of his brothers to call the police. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm himself even just a little before he turned to you. 
He discovered that was easier said than done. Worry so potent and severe had built up inside of him since he heard your comm, growing all the more when he heard your yells and cries. You, in danger, was something that sent a streak of fear through an otherwise unshakable man. Wolffe did not often come undone, was not one to unravel, and yet when he was on his way to find you he felt himself on the brink. He hadn’t even asked his brothers to follow him, but some had heard your message and all had noticed the shift in their commander. 
“Are you alright, mesh’la?” he questioned almost shakily as he crouched beside you. Tears had streamed from your eyes from the impact and pain of the blows dealt to you, and just the sight of it made his heart constrict. The bruising on your face and the hand clutching your stomach only made it worse, and he couldn’t stop himself from putting a hand on the back of your head. His gloves were filthy, stained, but he hardly cared. 
Your only response was a nod of your head, though you still shook slightly on the ground. “I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I was held up; but I heard it,” he apologized, emotion making the words come out thick. “I heard it, riduur, and I wasn’t gonna let anything get you.” 
“I believe you,” you whispered hoarsely, throat raw from the screaming. “That’s why I came here. I knew you’d help.” 
He sighed, trying to get it through to himself that you were alright, that you had made it. His eyes took note of your attire—grease stained blue coveralls with your name patch sewn on crookedly— and he sighed again. “Y/N, what are you doing leaving work so late?” His brows were furrowed and he didn’t look very happy, and it may or may not have been because he had specifically made it a point to tell you not to do that. He’d had a conversation with you, and mentioned it in passing numerous times, that you needed to leave the shop before it got too late and if you absolutely had to stay, do not go alone. 
“It’s—” you started, having to look away from the face he was giving you, knowing that no matter how valid you felt your reason to stay so late into the night was, Commander Wolffe would not agree. “It’s that speeder I’ve had for a bit.” 
“You left late because of a speeder?” 
The question was incredulous as it came from over your shoulder, as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever. Perhaps because it was. You sheepishly looked behind you, eyes landing on another clone clad in gray and white. His helmet was off like the rest of the 104th at the moment, and he looked down at you with a quirked brow. 
With warm cheeks, you nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m a bit dedicated.” 
Wolffe chuckled, lowly and almost undetectable, but his shoulders shook nonetheless. “Yeah, and it just might be the death of you one day.” He stood up straight, extending a hand out to help you up. 
You accepted, spirits already rising again in the presence of your beloved, and cracked a small smile. “Oh, mesh’la, you wouldn’t be so lucky.” 
In a rare moment of wearing his heart on his sleeve, Commander Wolffe put his arm around your shoulders, his smile growing at your use of mando’a. Around him, his brothers watched in awe and amusement. “No, it wouldn’t be very lucky at all.” He began to lead you away from the scene, in the direction he knew your home was, still holding you. Behind him, his brothers followed. 
“So, Commander,” Boost piped up, and he could already tell he was going to stretch this out. “When were you gonna tell us you were basically married?” 
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You Drew Stars
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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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