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Keep Your Religion

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 7630

Warnings: 18+ only. Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall!

Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

A/N: Can you believe I finished another fic? Neither can I. It was about time for another Wolffe fic so here you go my lovely humans. I hope you enjoy. Comments are always always always appreciated so let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. I do apologize that I'm not tagging, it hasn't been working for some reason since post editor changed permanently to this new looking editor. I'll try to figure it out I swear! P.S. this is the second of hopefully many more submissions for @clonexreaderbingo

Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it. 

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention. 

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple. 

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier. 

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. 

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again. 

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them. 

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention. 

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond. 

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you. 

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight. 

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you. 

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own. 

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off. 

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you. 

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine. 

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence. 

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear. 

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well. 

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features. 

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission. 

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately. 

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse. 

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him. 

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch, 

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you. 

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation. 

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts. 

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long. 

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence. 

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place. 

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most. 

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him. 

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again. 

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands. 

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease. 

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you. 

What a night it was. 

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss. 

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question. 

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak. 

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight. 

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch. 

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously. 

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you. 

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had. 

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry. 

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better. 

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind. 

Even from the beginning. 

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace. 

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do. 

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment. 

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze. 

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.” 

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong. 

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away. 

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught. 

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed. 

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done. 

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight. 

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you. 

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break. 

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya. 

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby. 

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders. 

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him. 

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission. 

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name. 

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him. 

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm. 

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed. 

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes. 

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine. 

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next. 

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between. 

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body. 

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger. 

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery. 

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only. 

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you. 

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly. 

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes. 

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you. 

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name. 

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression. 

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you. 

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship. 

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt. 

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. 

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips. 

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt. 

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long. 

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form. 

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets. 

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses. 

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances. 

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining. 

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear. 

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge. 

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you. 

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought. 

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got. 

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more. 

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you. 

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago. 

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being. 

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his. 

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him. 

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later. 

But for now, he was adamant on showing you his own.

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[lisalosingstreak]

It Wasn’t Meant To Be Like This

Ch1 The Adventures Of Cedar Addams

“I’m afraid it’s not great news Mrs Addams, even with the simulated sperm we formulated from your wife’s DNA you will not be able to have a baby of your own.”

Enid dropped her head low and started to shake, a sure fire indication the worst kind of tears were about to make themselves known - tears of despair.

Wednesday pulled her wife closely and hugged her, the same type of desperate hug they had shared that first night in the woods, broken and blood stained with their classmates watching. This time it wasn’t a hug of relief, an embrace of a victory won and a heart given in service, this was lamenting a future they wanted but now could never have. Not even one of Grandmama Addams’ most elaborate potions could save this heartbreaking situation.

Wednesday couldn’t have kids after the stab wound from Crackstone they found had damaged her womb, and Enid, they subsequently learnt during the following conversation with the doctor, had a congenital disease which meant her reproductive system just didn’t work how it should do.

Wednesday didn’t think the tears would ever stop, and even joined in as they sat in their car outside after the consultation, repeating the embrace in a vain attempt to recover the bubbly positivity she once endured from Enid Sinclair, but now depended on with Enid Addams to keep her sane.

All was lost. All their hopes and dreams to have their own family, their own Wolfpack.

The drive home back to their mountain lodge - more of a sprawling luxury estate - was done in silence, with just a brief stop for Enid’s favourite Taco-Bell which failed to lift Enid’s mood, which in turn darkened Wednesday’s mind even further.

She just didn’t know what to do for Enid.

The drive back home along the five mile private gravel drive they had made thousands of times, so when the small creature leapt out of the rocky undergrowth into the path of their Range Rover Wednesday almost didn’t react in time.

Shuddering to a halt caused a huge cloud of dust to rise up, which took a few seconds to disperse.

“Did we hit it?” asked Enid shakily.

“I don’t think so querida - are you harmed?” Wednesday asked, holding Enid’s elbow tentatively.

“No I’m ok, thank you dearest.” Enid replied, still staring out if the windscreen to try and see the creature again.

“There it is Enid - to the right.”

Enid’s eyes followed Wednesday's pointed finger to the side of the road where they could see the creature trying to hide behind a rock, but it’s oddly hairy back legs were easily visible.

As usual Enid was the first Addams to react, her concern evident in her haste to get out of the car and approach the animal. Wednesday watched as her wife picked the creature up and held it for a few seconds before turning around and bringing it to the drivers door as Wednesday wound the window down.

Wednesday was always more careful as she didn’t have Enid’s razor sharp claws or incredible strength when it came to wild animals. Her wolf was always her protector.

“Willa look! The Moon gods have blessed us today!!”

Wednesday could see clearly what Enid was holding - a small, shaking, scared, half shifted female werewolf, who could not have been more than five or six years old

“But Enid, how has she shifted - sorry half shifted - it’s daylight?”

Enid beamed a large smile as she stroked the wolf’s head to keep it calm, which she seemed to do almost instantly. Enid had that effect on all forms of life - human, animal or anywhere in between.

“She is a daywolf, a very rare form of werewolf who can change at any time, but are generally very poorly treated and often cast out into the wild when young as most werewolf families can’t handle their unpredictable behaviour.”

“Oh no Enid - does that mean……”

“Yes,” Enid interrupted, “she’s a lone wolf, just like little old me.”

Fresh tears rolled down Enid’s cheeks, and the little daywolf reached out and pawed at Enid’s cheeks, it’s baby soft fur soaking up the moisture before Wednesday had a chance to wipe her wife’s tears herself.

She looked into Enid’s eyes, sparkling blue and bright as the sun, and knew right there that Enid was now a mum. And so in turn she was one too.

Her heart broke with happiness, not that it showed on her face. She had a reputation to keep after all.

“What shall we call her?” asked Wednesday.

Enid smiled an even broader grin as she stared back into her tiny wife’s obsidian black irises.

“I don’t care, it’s doesn’t matter to me.” Enid stroked the little girls hair to calm her, already lost in her love for the scared wolf in her arms.

“How about Cedar? She ran out from a cedar tree at the side of the road. Seems apt.”

“Mmmm that’s perfect Willa. Come on Cedar, time to go home.”

The little daywolf growled contentedly and licked Enid’s face quickly before she had chance to react, making Enid giggle like a schoolgirl.

As they pulled up to the front of their house Enid jumped out and rushed inside with Cedar, mumbling about a bath and some raw meat for the new arrival.

Wednesday paused as she turned around to survey the vast valley in which their house was situated, the front looking out over the whole impressive vista. She imagined the colourfully dressed figure of Mother Nature leading Cedar to find their land and then their home. It had only been a few minutes and Wednesday knew that this gift was truly direct from the earth spirit herself.

She whispered quietly into the wind, bowing her head in reverence of all that was around her.

“Thank you.”

She allowed a tear of joy to run down her cold cheek. then followed Enid inside, pushing the door shut on their home as happy squeals and laughs sounded from their bathroom. Clearly their daughter was receiving her first ever bath.

Wednesday didn't even try to stop the dimples from appearing on her cheeks as she smiled.

“What a truly dreadful day” she muttered as she found herself skipping towards the bathroom, like a lovesick idiot.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[sethsclearwater]

I need to know your thoughts on how cats would react to the wolfpack memebers 🥹 I can imagine Seth & Embry being so determined to win the cat over if the cat doesn't like them at first 🫶🏻

the two of them would be the CUTEST🥺🥺 also this is like sort of poly!embryxreaderxseth???

...

"oh my god look-" seth whispered excitedly as your cat purred rubbed her head up against his arm for the first time ever. you giggled, peeking over at him and smiling as he sat as still as possible, worried about startling her.

"what the fuck," embry whined when he saw what was happening, immediately getting up from the couch where you two were seated to sit on the floor next to seth and the cat.

you and seth let out breathy laughs at his annoyance, "just sit by her for a little while," you murmured encouragingly, offering embry a soft smile when he gave you a grumpy frown.

you giggled, rolling your eyes, "c'mere," you murmured, smiling when embry leaned up against the couch, nestling inbetween your legs so he could rest his head on your knee.

"i'm sure she's just being nice because seth probably smells like me right now," you explained, gently running your fingers through embry's short hair as he let out another grumpy sigh, watching as your cat continued purring and nuzzling her head against seth's bicep.

"or she just likes me more than embry," seth teased, eliciting a laugh from you and a gasp from embry.

"embry," you cooed, doing your best to contain your giggles, "she'll get used to you eventually. just gotta spend more time with her, yea? she's shy," you explained, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head as he feigned more dramatics about his disapproval of the whole situation.

he huffed, but conceded none-the-less, instead settling for wrapping his arms around your calves and giving them a soft squeeze. you smiled, turning your attention back to seth who seemed to have made even more progress with your cat who was now curled up in his lap, happily purring as she nuzzled his chest.

"maybe you should ask seth for some tips," you teased embry who let out a groan and rolled his eyes.

"definitely not," he said, all three of you laughing at his reluctance, "i'm definitely her favorite," he added, making you giggle as you looked over to your cat who was (quite clearly) loving seth clearwater at the moment.

before you could tease him some more, seth sneezed and your cat was quick to jump off his lap and head over to you for some protection, "oh come on-" seth whined, frowning as he looked at your cat who was curling up behind you, "seriously? we were doing so good," he groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

embry laughed, happy to know the two were even again as you gently threaded your fingers through your cat's fur to offer her some scritches.

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[ghostofskywalker]

I think I accidentally sent you an incomplete ask for the ficlet requests. Whooops😅. I was going to say that I would love to see a jedi female reader get seriously injured while protecting Wolffe(established relationship w/ reader) and the rest of the Wolfpack. When reader wakes up in medbay, she finds a very angry/scared and protective Wolffe, along with the rest of the Wolfpack.

no worries!! i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 820

summary: after you save his life, your boyfriend isn't too happy about your self-sacrificing tendencies.

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On the Line

Saving him wasn’t even a decision, it was just something you did. The Force worked in mysterious ways, and you weren’t going to question things that were out of your control. You just knew that at any moment, you would be willing to give your life for his in a heartbeat, and there suddenly was a time where you thought that might actually come to pass. 

He wouldn’t have seen the blaster being trained on the back of his head, and you knew what was happening before the assassin even had the chance to lift the gun. You understood it now, why the Jedi Code was so against the idea of all-consuming love, because at that moment, you weren’t thinking clearly. Instead of sending the gun flying away and avoiding all injury, or even deflecting the blaster bolt with the Force, you threw yourself in front of the blast. Spooked, and now having caught the attention of everyone in the surrounding area, the bounty hunter took off running as you crumpled to the ground. 

You could feel it pierce your abdomen as you fell. Seeing as the Jedi didn’t really wear that much armor, it hurt, and you immediately started to lose consciousness.  There was something numbing about the pain you were experiencing, and you didn’t really care about anything that happened. All that mattered was that Wolffe was safe. 

As the darkness finally overcame your mind, you barely registered the feeling of someone’s hand clutching yours and the sound of frantic voices shouting for help. 

***

You hadn’t expected to wake up again, but this wasn’t exactly what you expected being part of the living Force to feel like. Your body shifted, and shooting pain was sent through your abdomen and lower back. Confused, you tried to open your eyes. 

The place where you were right now looked a lot like the flagship’s medbay, and something was stopping you from moving. Looking down, you could see GAR-issued nightwear and could feel the thick bandages covering your midsection. A few medical droids flitting about the room, and it became clear to you that you had survived. 

Before you got a chance to speak, and ask one of the medical droids what had happened, the door to the medbay opened and an annoyed-looking Commander Wolffe strutted in. “Cyare, what were you thinking?” he asked as he reached your bedside, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “What in Maker’s name compelled you to do that?” 

“It’s nice to see you too,” you rasped, smiling a little at the expression on your boyfriend’s face. “There’s so many words coming out of your mouth, and neither of them are ‘thank’ and ‘you.’”

Clearly, he didn’t really appreciate your little joke, but the little eye roll you received in response was so worth it.  “Do you have any idea how worried I was? Why didn’t you just tell me what was going to happen?”

You paused, not sure what to say. “I’m not sure,” you admitted. “Once I realized what was happening, there was nothing else going through my brain but to make sure that you were safe, and my instincts reacted before I could think of anything else to do.” 

Your explanation seemed to soften the expression on his face, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead before responding. “I just don’t want to lose you.” 

“I know,” you said. “But I didn’t want to lose you either.” 

“Maybe next-” but before he could finish his sentence, the door to the medbay opened once more and a few more members of the Wolfpack stepped inside. Wolffe quickly retracted his hand from yours (as no one else knew about the recent shift in your relationship), and he stared at his brothers as they made their way over to your bed. 

“How are you feeling, General?” Comet asked. 

“Not too bad, considering I just got shot a little while ago,” you responded. 

“You would have thought Wolffe was the one who had gotten hit, based on the way he was freaking out,” laughed Boost. 

Sinker smiled. “Yeah, and he wasn’t happy when the medics and droids kicked him out of the medbay either.” 

You just stared up at Wolffe, who was clearly hoping that his troopers didn’t put two and two together about what they had just said. You trusted the Wolfpack with your life, and you didn’t think they would rat you two out, but you also knew they would tease you endlessly about it. 

By the time the med-droids kicked all your visitors out for being too loud when there were other patients trying to sleep (except for Wolffe, who pulled rank to be able to stay), you were feeling a lot better. And it definitely had nothing to do with the kiss you shared with the commander after the curtains around your bed had been drawn, that’s for sure. 

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝 #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #clone trooper x reader #clone wars fanfiction #star wars x reader

[veny-many]

It's always kind of ironic that Commander Bacara, who was known as aggressive trooper, was also a man of law and order due to his fondness with Concord Journeyman protector culture.

Like "I will murder you with my bare hand!" And then "But I won't because I will follow the order and law you asshole" and just punches to knock them all

I can imagine what Bacara was like when he first met with Jedi who was his superior.

Bacara: You Jedis are odd and idiot in this war. But not that I can complain or transfer you because I'm not allowed to do that to my superior.

Mundi: ...Well at least you're honest.

And imagining Bacara being more... patient? Carefull? About their missions or negotiating with some criminals...?

Bacara: Wolffe, stop. You can't just kill them, we need some of them for information.

Wolffe: They killed my brothers, abducted and hurt innocents. Why we need to give them mercy!?

Bacara: Because that's the law! We can't just do something with eyes blinded by rage!

Wolffe: You just beat the kark out of that soldiers with your rifles!

Bacara: Well, at least they are still alive!

+) like Commander, like General

Bacara: Wolffe, enough! What would your General will react if you keep doing this!?

Wolffe: You still don't know us Bacara!

Bacara: Don't know about what...!?

Ki-Adi: Commander, let's just give a space and moment.

Bacara: You serious, General? Wolfpack will...

Ki-Adi: Master Plo Koon already preparing lightning. There's nothing we can do to stop him.

Bacara:

Wolffe: That's my General!!

Bacara: WHAT

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[moodymisty]

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Writing gets posted around once or twice a week, but it might be more or less depending. I also tend to post things that aren't in my main wheelhouse to Ao3, so feel free to go give that a look if you're interested in some more niche content.

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Ferrus Manus returning from a crusade (NSFW)

Willingly giving your blood to an unnamed Lamenter

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Lion El'Jonson and his beloved

Part 1, SFW, Princess/Knight dynamics

"Remember Only Me" A Salamander/Fem!Reader/Night Lord series

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 soon) Hints of nsfw at points, Yandere, Size differences, Very toxic suffocating relationship(s), Some knight/princess dynamics, Demeaning language, Both these guys have hero complexes, Violence blood and bruises and possibly death to say without spoilers

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"Thank you" A Merchant/Fem!Reader oneshot NSFW, Oral (male receiving), Porn without Plot, Praise Kink, A hint of deepthroating, Guess you could call it unsafe sex you barely know the man lol

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Jealous Starscream

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Headcanons Pt. 1 💭

Focus (Crosshair) 🔥🍭

Distractions (Tech) 🔥 🍭

Accidental Hand Touching (Wrecker) 🍭

Looking at their lips as they talk (Tech) 🍭

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The Bad Batch Reacts to a ticklish S/O 🍭

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Pale Moonlight

After your grandfather Atera passes you decide to move in with your grandmother. Since this is your gap year after graduating, you get to decide what you want next, assuming this is a great opportunity. Moving to one of your home reserves you're ready to start your new life. When you finally come back after being distanced for so long secrets and mysteries of the reserve start to unravel.

Paul Lahote x Reader

Chapter 6: Discovery

Finally back with a new chapter! Which is probably surprising lol since I took a long break. But I do have more chapters in store. I want this story to be focused on not only being Paul's imprint, but also into the life of the reserve, the characters stories. But other than that enjoy! I know we're in a drought for Paul lahote content. I’ll also be uploading imagines and other Wolfpack content in the future 🫶

Chapters

1. Homecoming

2. Emissary’s

3. Connection

4. Prey

5. Awakening

6. Discovery

As the next morning came I tried to stay in my bed for as long as I could. My eyes eventually fluttered open, my bones felt weary, throat dry and parched.

I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get out of my bed. Not after everything I experienced yesterday. Thinking of all I have to face it made me stuck to my bed.

It’s still hard for me to digest everything. How am I supposed to live knowing what’s truly out there? What type of life awaits me for me?

Vampires are real and one had attacked me. Until Paul Lahote, a man I barely know, was the one to rescue me. All in the form of this huge vicious grey wolf.

Learning about Paul’s true nature, including the others, about how they’re all ‘shifters’. It all made me feel crazy. I wasn’t sure how to react to their explanation. What made me feel crazy was that I somehow understood everything.

Living with my grandparents in the summer and visits in between I learned a lot. Many stories live in my head because of me simply listening to my grandfather.

He wasn’t the type to sit us kids down. Just a few times in the winter for story time if we were lucky. Other than that you’d have to catch him at the right moment.

He’d tell them randomly, while we drank tea, or went for a car drive, even just sitting quiet at home. It all depended on what mood my grandfather was in.

I always believed him even when his stories seemed ridiculous. Our people, indigenous people as a whole, we have certain ways.

Somethings that are even mysterious to us. Stories of folk tales and local creatures were common to hear and know about.

It’s a totally different experiencing said stories in real life. It was easier to think of them as just stories. But now I know that there is truth to such stories. It all made life feel surreal for me.

Eventually I crawled out of bed once the questions in my head started to eat me up. I needed answers, explanations, anything to help me understand. I knew there was only one person that could help me.

My grandmother was up and waiting for me downstairs. I could sense her as I got my self ready. The air was filled with tension and uneasiness.

“My girl” She exclaimed as I came down the stairs. I gave a weak smile before we headed to the couch. Sitting down beside her she squeezed my hand comforting me.

“How did you rest? Are you feeling okay?” My grandmother fussed over me as she brushed the hair away from my face. I smiled and cupped her hand softly.

“I rested well enough. How are you holding up?”

“Oh my girl… I couldn’t help but worry over you. I know you must be going through a lot right now… Thinking a lot… Here have something to eat first. Get your strength back”

With the food ready she and I ate our breakfast. I somehow felt at peace once we began to eat in silence. For this brief moment it felt as if nothing had changed. All I focused on was my grandmother and this moment. Bracing myself for what I know I have to face eventually.

Once we had finished and cleaned up we sat back onto the couch. My grandmother had stepped into her room. Before she came back out carrying a small cedar box.

“What is that?” I asked once she sat down with me. She smiled at me softly before she opened the box. It had initials and some florals carved into the box. Once opened there were small carved trinkets and pictures.

“Your grandfather made me this box. Originally it was meant for jewellery. When he’d go hunting he’d carve me pieces of jewellery made from antlers and bone. Necklaces, rings, earrings, all hand made by him. Little tokens of love and affection. He carved this box for me to keep everything in it. Over the years I kept our memories together in this box”

She skimmed through her stacks of pictures. Old pictures of her and my grandfather as a young couple. Their friends and events they attended. She pulled out a set of pictures for me to look at.

“This was around the time your grandfather shifted. He had just turned 17 before a stray vampire began to lurk around the reserve. It made him and his fellow pack members shift. All of them were only 16-18 at the time”

“Pack members?”

“…What exactly did Sam and his friends tell you?”

She paused to look at me after questioning me. I stopped looking at the pictures to focus. Trying to remember what I was told.

“Well… I know everyone besides Kim and Emily is a wolf. I—I mean shifter, that they take on their spiritual forms, which is the shape of the wolf… right?”

“Yes they’re called shifters. For you to understand I need to explain some things”

My grandmother looked at me eager to know my decision. I could see she was nervous as I was. But I trusted her to know that she’ll be honest and explain everything I don’t understand. I nodded my head in agreement before she started.

“Long ago Taha Aki and our ancestors were blessed with their nature from our relatives the wolves. Fierce spiritual warriors stronger than any force. As a means to protect and guide our tribe. Only certain men in the tribe are blessed with this gift. It’s a lifestyle few can walk”

She handed me a picture of a huge dark grey wolf. Almost as if his fur was black on the top. Looking at the handwriting on the photo inscribed was my grandfathers name.

“They had dealt with the colonizers easily enough. It’s why despite our small tribe we always kept our territory despite many enemy attempts to take it. When our people first came across the cold blooded vampires it changed everything. We had never come across such a threat. Whole villages would be slaughtered in a matter of a few hours at the hands of a few vampires. They looked human but quickly our shifters knew they were unnatural”

I felt my own blood run cold. Terrified at the thought of vampires. My throat felt as if it was slowly closing as I remembered Victoria. How fast she was and how close I was to death.

“When the first shifters killed them they ripped them to pieces. Our warriors decided to collect all the pieces to place together. To inspect and see the vampire up close. Everyone in the village had gathered to come take a look at the beast. It laid there stiff, it’s insides grey and solid, the skin reflected like gemstones. Everyone was amazed our warriors killed such a powerful creature. All until the limbs started to move, quickly the body squirmed to join back together, some pieces did and tried to fight back once more. Pale and cold because they’re undead, immortal, their bodies are made of stone”

I gasped shocked at what I was hearing. It made me think of how Victoria’s skin felt. Like cold sandpaper but solid and hard. There was no softness in her icy grip. Even when Paul bit down onto Victoria I could hear crumbling and cracking. I almost thought she was a porcelain doll with how awful the cracking sounded.

“Quickly the body was tossed and burnt in the fire. All until nothing but ash was left. Burning them is the only way to truly kill a vampire. Our shifters are the only force powerful enough to defeat them. This has been their duty for centuries. Our true protectors and guides of the Quileute tribe”

I sat quiet dumbfounded at what was being told to me. My grandmother just patiently waited and observed my reaction. My mouth was agape from shock and surprise. I wasn’t quite sure what to say but I knew I had questions

“Wow… I… I somehow understand… But I still have a few questions if that’s alright”

“I understand my girl. But you need to know what a heavy responsibility it is to be a shifter. It takes great discipline and dedication. It’s a delicate balance between spiritual and physical nature. If you aren’t balanced it can be volatile. It can be a difficult process harnessing their true nature. There are some aspects you can’t control”

“…Such as imprinting right?” I asked which made her whip her head at me taken aback. Even I sat up straight nervous. I could tell it caught her off guard as she coughed.

“Grandma … I don’t fully know what an imprint is. I didn’t get to fully ask either because I was too shocked and upset. I understand somewhat about how shifting works… All I know is this imprinting with Paul involves me. That’s what they told me from what I remember. I… I just don’t know how I fit into all this. I’m not a shifter or anything magical as far as I know. Or am I? Is this what you're struggling to tell me?”

“No no you’re not a shifter my girl” She said slightly giggling at me. At this point I had too many questions. But I really wanted to know what an imprint is. Since I know this connects me to Paul somehow. What role do I play in all of this? Grandma sighed before she recollected herself.

“Well… Even for me it’s difficult to explain. An imprint connection really depends on the people in the connection. You see when the colonizers came, they took almost everything from us, you know? Genocide, Residential schools, day school, all of it took a toll on our people. It was a struggle to even carry our traditions so most of our teachings about shifters, their nature, what we knew was lost. It’s been about 3 generations since your grandfathers time and since we last had shifters amongst us”

She explained as I sighed defeated. Slowly sinking into my seat. My grandmother rubbed my back in comfort. Before she started to explain once more.

“Over the years we’ve gathered what info we do know about shifters. Some of the teachings have been coming back. All we understand is it’s a lifelong bond. That only happens once a lifetime between a shifter and their imprint. It’s a strong spiritual bond that links two for life. Some even believe it lasts beyond life”

I sat silent for a moment to think. It made me rethink of Paul’s words before I left. His brief explanation to me of what an imprint is.

I remember the look on his face, a frown filled his face with eyes that were sad, one of the reasons I wanted to leave so quickly. I caused a lot of trouble for not only him but for everyone.

“... Y’know…That’s all Paul really said to me before I left… Now that I think about it. I didn’t really understand what he meant at the time. But he said that we— that I can choose what we mean? I’m guessing he meant this imprint connection”

She had grabbed my hand and held it close to her. I sat worried until she gave me a warm smile. There was a short pause before she sighed

“My girl… As much as I want to sit here and explain everything to you. I think it’s best you just talk to Paul”

I felt uncomfortable as soon as she suggested such. I didn’t quite know how to face Paul. I had hardly knew him before all of this. Now I’m suddenly inter-soul-twined with him? It didn’t help he was quite upset about all of this.

“Grandma—“

“Remember I’m an imprint myself. When your grandfather imprinted on me he made sure I understood right away. He just wouldn’t have it either way”

“You were also the one to say you and grandpa got married quickly. Is it because he imprinted on you that you guys got hitched?”

Her face had flushed red it was the first time I’ve ever seen her get flustered. I felt I should’ve bitten my tongue to stop myself. But it was too late the words were spoken.

“Y\n”

“I’m sorry! But I’m just worried. I still don’t fully understand what any of this imprint business has to do with me and Paul. Does this mean I have to get hitched with Paul right away? Like you and grandpa? Except I have to with some stranger I don’t know?—“

“—This is why I’m suggesting you talk to Paul. Imprint connections vary for me and your grandfather it was different. Yes we got married but it was because we loved and eventually understood one another. Not just because of this imprint connection. Y’know we have other imprints on the rez here. They’re great examples of how different imprints can be”

I only knew Sam and Emily were imprints so far. But them too are basically married, already engaged, despite being in their early 20’s. All I knew from Kim was they’ve been together for awhile. Leah didn’t really like Sam from what I understood.

“Like Sam and Emily? But they’re engaged as well”

“Yes but there are others. Quill has his own imprint also you know”

Hearing the words come out of my grandmothers mouth shocked me. This whole time I’ve been home Quill hadn’t bothered to bring up his imprint? Much less let me meet her?

“What? Quill?”

“Yes Quill has his own imprint. I bring it up because his relationship to her is different from that of Sam and Emily, and also me and your grandfathers. Claire young is her name, and she’s only 4, she’s the niece of your friend Emily” Hearing so surprised me and I could feel it express on my face. My grandmother scolded me as I felt myself cringe. I couldn’t help it since it shocked me to know this about Quill.

“They aren’t together y\n but they are imprints. Quill has since taken her in almost as his own daughter. With the approval of her parents of course. They know about all of this also. It was understood that the two needed to be together and Quill decided he would become whatever Claire needed. He’ll become a friend, a brother, a father, whatever Claire needs. For now he serves her as a older brother\father figure”

“… And you said before this is something sacred right?”

“Yes my girl and no one gets to choose their imprint. In the old days we understood imprinting and it’s nature to be more connected to the wolves. Rather than our human nature. It’s why our people never fully questioned it. Wolves bond for life it’s just in their nature. When our ancestors were blessed with the gift of shifting we understood imprinting was one of the gifts that came with it. Instead of questioning we adapted, it’s why it’s important for the imprints, to define the connection between them. Otherwise your connection can falter and be fatal”

“Wait—fatal?” Before she could answer me someone had knocked on the door just then. Interrupting and startling the two of us. Both of us were heavily into our conversation we hardly realized someone was here.

I got up and walked to the door quickly. Opening the door there stood Quill. A solemn look to his face. I was surprised to see him standing here. Usually he texts or calls me to make sure I’m home.

“Hey Y\N”

“Hey…”

“Is that Quill?” Our grandmother asked me, I stood aside to let him in, stepping in he greeted her. She rose from where she sat and came over to us. I wasn’t quite sure how to react to Quill’s sudden appearance.

“I’m glad you stopped by so soon Quill to check on y/n. Me and y\n were just finished visiting. I’m sure you and her have a lot to talk about. So I’ll leave you two as I’ll be heading over to Sue Clearwater’s… I need to thank her for helping you last night”

“Oh— Grandma I’ll come with you I want to thank her too” I said trying to grab my shoes to leave. She shook her head and held my hands. Stopping me from grabbing them.

“My girl it’s okay you stay here and visit with Quill. Let your cousin explain what I can’t. You need all the help you can get”

She assured me, eventually she made her exit, leaving me and Quill alone. Honestly I felt as if my grandma was glad for Quill to step in somehow. After settling in our spots at the porch table outside Quill began to speak.

“Well jeez… I don’t really know where to start… First of all how are you?”

“Me?…I’m not even sure… I feel I’m stuck in shock if we're being honest” This comment earned me a smile from Quill. Who was busy examining my neck and throat area carefully. I opened up my shirt collar to fully show him. I was still feeling tender and sore but there wasn't much redness anymore.

“Sorry I just have to see… When I seen you not moving on Emily's bed I was panicked…I'm just really sorry this happened to you—”

“Quill look I know you're feeling a bit guilty about all of this but it isn't your fault. I’m not severely damaged or anything. I'm fine infact I'm grateful to be alive. How many people can say they were attacked by a vampire and lived?” I attempted to comfort Quill who I could tell was feeling bad. He sighed and shifted in his seat.

“I’m really glad to hear that. Yeah… You’re right I don’t see much scars that’ll be left on you… So that’s good. Honestly… But look y/n… I'm sure you have a lot of questions… Right? About all of this and how you fit into it. I'm here not only to check on you but also uhh… In better terms inform you. So any questions you wanted answered I can help you with”

“Really?”

“Yes really all of us know how it is when you first learn about all… of this. It's confusing and hard. Doesn't make it easier on you since you were attacked” I nodded silently in agreement. Feeling assured by having Quill here to support me. As I sat I thought of what questions I wanted to ask.

“I just wanted to be the first to tell you of how much support you can rely on. In truth I’m so glad you finally know about this. It was a struggle for me not to say anything to you. But I want you to know you can depend on me for anything”

“Really? You were going to tell me before I was attacked?”

“Yes of course and all of us here who know about it. We just wanted to ease you into this life but shit happened so fast. But good thing is you finally know. We all support each other here and now you’re one of us. You’ll learn who all knows eventually” Quill said earnestly which even I could feel he was being honest. It was a true comfort to hear that from him.

“Thanks Quill. I appreciate it truly, y’know at first of course this was all scary, but since I woke up I somehow feel better about all of this. The more I listen and understand anyway”

“Really? I’m glad to hear that. Of course I don’t want you to be shy to ask anything. But I don’t wanna push your limits and overwhelm you y’know? Do you think you can handle it all?” He sat awaiting for my answer. I nodded and took a deep breath in as an attempt to calm my nerves.

“So shoot your shot and I'll do my best to answer”

“Okay… Can we talk about when you first shifted?” Quill sat for a moment thinking back. He opened his mouth to speak but paused once more. I could tell he was nervous about all this also.

“Ok well… I shifted a bit after grandpa died, sometime after Jake and Embry, it was crazy y\n. I was younger back then. I thought I was going through some crazy growth spurt. I was constantly angry or on edge. It wasn’t until Sam approached me along with the boys. Once they told me about everything…I just… I just tried to survive. Y’know? Its been crazy to adjust to. But all in all it isn’t hard to maintain. It’s definitely a different lifestyle I thought I’d live”

“Yeah that I can understand. But can I ask what about your imprint? Grandma was telling me about some little girl named Claire? What’s that all about”

“You heard about Claire?” Quill asked as he started to sweat. I could tell he was becoming more nervous. I nodded yes and awaited for an answer.

“You understand how imprints work right? I—I’m sure grandma told you by now”

“She did and I somewhat understand. Not as fully as I’d like to since everyone keeps telling me I define it? I don’t know to be honest. I’m just curious on what you and Claire’s connection is like. If you don’t mind me asking”

“Well… All I can say that part is true, about defining it, me and Claire for example. I don’t know if you know but she’s only four. For her… She views me as an older brother. And that I will be since it’s what she decided. That’s something I’m fine with, with our bond it’s sacred, and I’m blessed to be chosen as her sworn protecter. And in a way she’s also my own protector” After hearing Quill’s words it made me feel reassured somehow. Realizing despite this divine connection both can still have a decision on the matter. Maybe Paul really was my own sworn protector. It could even be that I’m Paul’s protector. Who fully knows?

“… How do you feel about being Paul's imprint?” Quill asked me and I felt my stomach rise. Not that I was feeling scared but I felt more nervous than anything. I wasn’t even sure what to say to Quill. Although I liked and respected him I don’t know who he is fully.

“I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. I hardly know Paul and suddenly we're… we're… I don't even know yet…” We sat in silence for a moment before Quill patted my back again. Although I was struggling it was a comfort to know I have Quill with me.

“There's a lot you still need to learn about. But you don't have to figure out all of it today. Just take your time we all figured you'll be resting for the next couple of days”

“By we do you mean Paul, Sam, and the others?”

“Yeah… We're all pretty close… Soon you will be too” Quill said assuring me. Talking with him was making me remember how I was back at Emily’s house. Since I was so stressed I reacted pretty harshly to them all. I felt betrayed somehow and scorned. After the smoke cleared I feel I shouldn’t have behaved that way. I wasn’t sure how to face any of them again.

Paul crossed my mind as well, I wished to know what he feels about all of this, how he views this connection. Remembering how he saved me from a worser fate. If we are truly bonded then how do we move forward?

“Quill… From what I remember you guys are mindlinked right? Or is it interlinked?” I asked him and he smiled. “You can call it a mind link yes” he sort of laughed before correcting me.

“Well.. either way… can I ask something?”

“Anything”

“Do you know how Paul feels about this?” This made Quill straighten his posture, feeling he was nervous again, he sat quiet for a moment. Almost as if he was deep in thought. I wondered how their mindlink was for them to experience.

“I know a little a bit about the mind link. You guys can understand each other in the pack… right? Or maybe you can explain it to me”

“Well… Yeah… it's hard to explain. I don't know what Paul thinks exactly including the others. But I can feel everyone’s emotion in the moment if that makes sense. If I tap in now I’ll know what he’s feeling but not what he’s thinking of or seeing specifically. An example is I can sense he’s angry but I won’t know what’s making him angry unless I ask. —Not saying he is angry right now! I’m just saying as an example. Just to be clear ok?"

“Oh? Oh okay…”

“The only one who can send ‘messages’ at any moment is the alpha. Our leader who is currently Sam. He can send and cross the boundaries in our mind at any given point. It’s like a huge group chat when we're wolves though. We can hear every thought from each other wether we like it or not. This is to help coordinate us but most of the time we’re all pissing each other off"

“Really?… That's actually really cool” I said smiling at him. Quill finally relaxed after explaining everything. Looking relieved and proud of how I was handling everything. Quill paused for a moment before scratching his head. Closing his eyes to breath in and out. He was deep in thought before he sat up to speak.

“From what I can pick up and understand is Paul feels… Worried”

“Worried? About what?” I asked and somehow this made Quill laugh. Confused I raised a brow at him. He shifted in his seat realizing his behavior.

“More like what aren’t we worried about. Look y/n we're dealing with the vampires, Victoria, the cullen family, Bella and Jacob their whole mess, shit just straight up surviving. Next is your sudden attack—”

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. As if all the nerves in my body were being alerted. Looking around I didn’t realize Quill stopped mid sentence. He too could sense someone coming. Suddenly a truck revved in the approach.

It was a huge black truck, I hadn’t seen it before, even if I did I wouldn’t recognize who owned it. It wasn’t long before they parked. Out from the drivers door stood Paul his self.

Looking at my phone I realized I had missed a 2 texts from him. One asking if I was up, and another that he was on his way, I hadn’t checked my phone all morning. Paul looked so big, he was almost taller than his truck, seeing him come closer I felt my heart race. I didn't think he would show up so soon.

“Y/N”

“Paul”

I called out surprised as he walked up to the two of us. I couldn’t help but take note of his build and size. Quill got up and grabbed his hand, in turn Paul pulled him for a hug, they did briefly before they both patted each others back with strength.

“Well I appreciate it Quill. Truly. Don't be afraid to drop by more” I said as Quill came over to hug me next. He agreed before pulling away to make his exit. Suddenly my eyes met Paul's as he walked over to sit down in Quills spot.

“It was great seeing you y\n but I gotta go. I just wanted to stop in and check on you before this guy did. While I was on my break anyway” Quill said as Paul smiled at him.

“You were lucky to not be on morning shift you shitass” Paul replied. At this point I hardly seen him smile. It made him look more kind I noticed.

“Ill message you guys later” Quill said as he slightly smirked at me. I felt my face flush warm, across my nose and under my eyes, I didn't even want to face Paul in fear he'll see my face like this.

His eyes were dark and fierce. I wasn't scared but more nervous, I felt super aware of myself, and how I looked. I didn't expect to see him so soon. I wasn’t sure how to face him after everything.

We watched Quill run to the treeline. Quickly shifting into his wolf form. I gasped and paused to watch him. Amazed at such a sight although it was quick. Disappearing fast into the tree line.

“It's good to see you. How are you feeling?”

“Me?… I’ve been better… it’s good to see you too… What brings you by?” I asked finally sitting down back into my chair. Hoping I didn't come off as too nervous. He smirked and kept his stare into me.

“Well you of course. How did you sleep?” He asked looking at me more than curious. Saying such words as if it were matter of fact. Being around Paul in a setting like this, with his questions, it all made me blush.

“I uh… I slept okay after I had my meds… I didn't really get to thank you or any of you guys properly for the help you gave me” I said which made him shake his head no.

“There's no need for that. We're all just glad you're safe… And—” he had paused before closing his mouth. Looking like he was afraid to utter another word. I furrowed my brows waiting for him to finish.

“And?”

“… Unchanged… Look it's just… We were worried you might've…”

“Unchanged?… You mean turn into a Vampire? Like Victoria?”

I finished his words since he was apprehensive. Paul looked a bit shocked I said so before him. But he nodded and agreed with me. I felt my heart rate steadily rising. Thankful myself I wasn’t changed.

Paul's eyes trailed down to my neck. Except his stare was intense, eyes lingering, along the collar of my shirt. I felt I was under a microscope.

His eyes wondered everywhere for a moment. But somehow I didn’t mind. It reminded me of how Quill behaved just earlier. I looked at him as I spread the collar of my shirt slightly. I wasn’t sure why I was so willing to show him my wounds. Maybe because I knew he needed reassurance.

Finally I realized I was sitting with my neck and chest flushed open. Almost as if he noticed how it was making me feel he pulled back and adjusted his self. His stare softened as I fixed my shirt.

“Sorry… I just want to make sure you’re not too hurt…” he said explaining his self. Eyes peering downwards staring at his hands. I smiled at his somewhat meek behaviour.

“It's okay that's how Quill was too. But I'm fine now, really, there isn’t much wounds or scars thankfully. The meds help with what pain I have… And also…” I trailed on nervously. I wasn’t sure how to bring up the imprint situation with him. I wasn’t quite sure how sensitive this was to him.

But Paul held onto every word I was saying. He awaited for me to continue on. Looking at my lips while I talked.

“Uh… I had a talk with him and my grandmother. About everything so far…” I said as he leaned in closer. Raising his eyebrows I could tell he was earnest in what I had to say.

“It was… Hard when this first happened to me. But somehow I feel more at ease.. Especially with what I know now… I feel sorry for how I reacted last night… it wasn’t right of me”

Again Paul shook his head, this time he made sure to face me, I looked up back at him. My hearts pounding so loud now I wonder if he can hear it. I also wonder how sensitive their senses are since they’re wolves.

“Don't be sorry for anything. If anything it should be me apologizing. I really am sorry y\n. I wasn't fast enough to be there for you in time. I should’ve just came straight to your place instead of you walking to meet me. Hell I should’ve just picked you up as planned”

“Paul wait—”

“You were never supposed to be in involved in something like this. Ever. If I wasn’t so slow in meeting you this wouldn’t have happened at all—”

“Paul—”

“If I was even a second late to get to you—”

I felt my hand reach across to him. Instead of holding his hand I touched the arm of his chair. Like an instinct I felt I had to stop him from speaking anymore.

“But you weren’t a second late. You were able to save me before anything happened. There’s no use worrying over something that didn’t happen. I’m here alive and unchanged shouldn’t that matter?”

With how silent Paul became I wondered if I said something wrong. Or maybe he was the type of guy who didn’t like people interrupting him. Either way I felt as if I did something to him.

Paul looked surprised at my words as he looked at me. His gaze softened and he took a deep breath. I could see his huge shoulders relax as he nodded in agreement. His brows were still furrowed.

“No… You’re right… I am really glad you are here safe and sound… It does matter” A soft grin spread across his face. I wasn’t with him long but already I wondered why was I ever scared of a man like this. If he wanted to hurt me he would’ve just let Victoria have me. Why waste his time?

“So… You talked to Quill and your grandma? What did they have to say”

“Well… They tried helping me understand how shifting works and everything attached… including um…” I paused feeling my stomach doing flips trying to say imprinting. But with Paul here so close to me. Staring at me intently holding on to my every word. I felt so nervous to even bring it up.

It wasn’t just some connection, this is serious, imprinting is a literal soul connection. As much as I liked Paul I didn’t quite know him yet. And this is a serious soul tie that somehow links us. Paul laughed slightly as my face flushed red.

“You’re feeling better right? I know you’re still learning things. Especially about imprinting”he said not even shy to admit it. As if he was looking for a rise in me he paused. I scoffed at him which earned me another handsome smile from him.

“We don't have to figure out everything right now y\n. I know this is a lot for you so I don't want to push anything on to you”

“Actually I want to talk about this whole imprinting thing. If you're alright with that. The more that’s explained I feel better” I asked Paul to ensure he was ready. To which he nodded his head agreeing with me.

“That's fine. So, what do you want to know?” Paul asked me curious. I braced myself mentally for what I was about to bring up.

“It's just… I don't understand what makes our imprint connection” This had made him stunned from what I could tell. He leaned back in his chair thinking hard. Paul’s overall energy is intense, even though he’s nice, I can’t help but feel intimidated.

“Everyone else has their own… definition. Quill and Claire they're basically siblings… Emily and Sam are going to be married… What about us?” The more I spoke the more I felt my face flush warm. I felt as if I was poking a sleeping bear to wake. Or in this case a wolf. I didn't know Paul enough to know how'd he react.

“Well… I don't expect you to remember but back at Emily's. I had told you that we both decide what our connection is. This imprint bond connects us mind and body. But we have to define it. For now let's just decide to be friends” Paul said with a sincere smile. I felt myself relax at ease knowing his thoughts.

“Friends?” I questioned him also a bit surprised by his suggestion. Paul had sat up straight in his chair hearing me say this.

“Or I could just serve as your protector. Nothing more. Guard you and your home for the time being. You're probably feeling uneasy about Victoria and all the other leeches lurking around—”

“I wouldn't mind being friends with you Paul” I corrected him. Of course I wanted to be friends. I just didn't want to force anything onto him. Friends is a great start to try and navigate this connection.

His handsome face smiled at me once more. And I could feel my heart beat quicken whilst looking at him. It was crazy to think how this imprint bond strongly influenced me.

“Alright friends it is then. But I'll still be serving as your protector anyway”

“My protector huh? How generous”

“It really isn’t. It’s the least I can do after everything you went through. This is what my role is as your imprint” I could sense Paul was serious especially with his tone of voice. All I could do was nod my head in agreement. Soon Paul stood up from where he sat.

“You’re feeling better right? How do you feel about us going to Emily’s?” He asked me as he looked down at me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see everyone. I hesitated to answer to which I think he could sense my unease.

“I think it’d be good for you to talk to all of them. They’ve been worried about you also. And I’m sure they can help you adjust to all of… this” Paul suggested to which I gave a weak smile. I shrugged my shoulders before I stood up to join him. I was going to have to face all of them eventually.

“Sure… I mean it’s just…” I felt hesitant about going back to Emily’s. To which I tried to explain myself to Paul. Who had turned to face me. His huge figure made it feel as if he was looming right over me.

“Don't worry we'll just go for a bit. If you feel uncomfortable or it's too much ill drive you back home. OK?” Paul said trying to assure me. I nodded as we walked to his parked truck. He had followed me to my side of the truck. Opening the door for me to get in I was surprised by his manners. Instead of questioning I just got in.

I couldn't help but like him a little more after such a gesture. As he walked around back to the driver's seat I adjusted my hair. Worrying about my appearance. Getting in the truck he smirked before starting the engine. Pulling into reverse and exiting the approach. He handed me the aux cord to which I refused.

“You don't wanna play music? I have bluetooth if you don't wanna use the aux”

“It's alright, you can put something on, it's your truck” I said as he shrugged his shoulders. Using Bluetooth he connected his phone to the stereo. A familiar song came on that surprised me.

“Is this /favoritebandsname l playing right now?” I asked curiously as his smile widened. His dark eyes still on the road.

“You like them too?’

Paul asked to which I nodded my head profusely. It made me happy to at least have similar music taste. From how Paul is I assumed he'd be my opposite. He had turned the knob for the volume up, the music blaring out the truck, I started to feel better. Definitely more relaxed and calm than this morning.

The two of us drove down the road, windows slightly open, as music filled the air. As I tried to mentally prepare myself to face everyone back at Emily's. Although It was a comfort to know that Paul would be by my side through this. I braced myself for what has yet to come.

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Of course he's sleeping. Of fucking course (affectionate).

A stark contrast against Arslan's personable, warm way of interacting with his subjects. Andragoras is... distant and sharp and cold.

Poor Lushan.

Andragoras? Share his power?

Never!

*copes aggressively via imagining Shapur and Kazai, Isfan and Areyan sharing authority as one entity in Wolfpack*

I imagine Andragoras would've reacted poorly to that as well but at least Arslan would have more sway?

You go, Farangis!!! Fearless lady!!! I love you!!

No, Arslan, it's not you who has something wrong with. It's them. My god, it's them.

It's only natural to be unable to feel relief upon reuniting with people who's always kept you at a twenty-foot-pole's length and never treated you warmly, they might as well be strangers (captors, wardens) to you and it's hard to feel any affection for strangers.

Even feelings of dread would be natural in this sort of situation.

Nothing's wrong with you, my boy.

Kishward can probably tell this does not bode well.

A genius use of perspective. We're looking up at him, from perhaps a similar vantage point as Arslan or anyone who's kneeling behind him— he is King, untouchable, distant, imposing, towering over and bearing down on us.

And look at how his head is framed, the sun ornament on the seat aligns with his head. As if to assert the association the Shah had with the sun. As if to assert his authority even in the way he is framed to the audience.

Upon high-heaven two suns there cannot be, on this earth the Shah is but one!

And Arslan has to respond accordingly— address Andragoras not as a father but as an authority figure.

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Unexpected Visit

Plo Koon x Reader

Word Count: 651

It was often the case that you’d spend the night with Plo, sometimes you’d just talk for hours, or he’d teach you to meditate and the ways of the Force. You weren’t very good, but you enjoyed the company regardless. But during these nights, you knew you needed to sneak out the following morning to avoid being seen by anyone.

    ‘I’ll see you in a few days.’ You said, quietly as you wrapped your shawl around your shoulders. You began slipping on any jewellery you had taken off the previous night.

    ‘Why not tonight?’ Plo slid his large hands around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You loved it when he held you so close to his body, his warmth was everything.

    ‘You know why,’ you chuckled. ‘I have to work.’

    ‘I’d rather you didn’t.’

    Plo began filling your head with the most delicious images of nights gone by.

    You turned immediately and scowled, unable to stop smiling. ‘Stop.’ You said firmly, and the images of Plo making your body writhe beneath him were gone. ‘You know how difficult I find it when you use your Jedi mind tricks like that.’

    Plo sighed as you gently pulled away, trying to find your shoes.

    ‘I would like to spend more time with you.’ He said. You turned and smiled at him.

    ‘You always say that.’

    ‘I always mean it.’

    ‘And yet…’

    ‘And yet.’

    You both knew you wanted to spend more than a night here and there together, you wanted whole days with Plo, but he was unsure how the Wolfpack would react to him being in a relationship with a politician. He loved you and that should have been all that mattered, but with the war going on, neither of you needed the stress of his boys finding out such a huge piece of news.

    ‘I’ll see you in a few days.’ You repeated, placing a kiss to his anti-ox mask. ‘Try not to get into too much trouble while I’m gone.’

    Plo’s hands went straight to your waist once again, drifting up your body, just holding it one last time before you left.

    ‘I could say the same to you, Senator.’ His voice was low and penetrating, just the way he knew it got to you.

    As he spoke, your hand found the touchpad for the door, making it open as you giggled like a teenager. It was also the same moment, Commander Wolffe had arrived unexpectedly to wake Plo for an emergency mission.

    ‘General? Senator?’ He said, confused at seeing you both in such a way. Plo’s hands immediately dropped. He straightened up and you both put as much distance as you could between you, at least as much as could be allowed standing in the doorway to Plo’s private rooms. ‘What’s going on?’

    You were both at a loss for what to say, you’d never needed to come up with an excuse before.

    ‘I was just leaving.’ You stuttered, giving Plo a quick smile, one that aimed for polite, but verged more on unsure.

    ‘Yes, it was…’ Plo tried to finish the sentence, but anything that came to mind seemed weak at best.

    ‘We should talk in more detail about… about the treaty.’

    ‘The treaty, yes!’ Plo responded far too enthusiastically, just relieved that some excuse could be made.

    You just gave a sweet smile, knowing that Wolffe wasn’t fooled by your excuses. ‘In a few days then, Master Plo. Commander Wolffe.’

    You left Plo and Wolffe alone and hoped Plo could simmer the situation for himself. You just prayed that Wolffe took everything positively.

    ‘Wolffe?’ Plo indicated for his Commander to tell him the reason he was standing there.

    Wolffe folded his arms and arched his eyebrow, making Plo worry for a moment.

    ‘So, I guess we take orders from mom now?’

    Plo threw his head back laughing in relief. Maybe everything would be okay.

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warm hearts

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 2816 (It’s a short one. I am just as shocked as you are.)

Warnings: Lots of teasing.

Summary: Wolffe catches you in a moment of vulnerability. Then you allow him to catch you in another one again. 

A/N: It’s yearning hours, and I wanted something soft but hot. Here you go.  You can add yourself to the taglist here if you like.

The sound of the rain hitting the surface of your tent makes you sigh worryingly, and you look through the small opening to see if any of your men are outside. When you don’t see anyone nearby the campsite, you kick the covers off of you and grab the lightsaber from below your pillow. Clipping it to your belt, you exit the tent and wince when the water seeps through your clothes in a matter of minutes. You walk around the various tents pitched up in between the trees quietly, smiling to yourself when you recall the way Sinker and Boost reacted when they saw you pitching them up. It was sad though, how shocked they were that you thought of their comfort before going on the mission with them. As pleasant as it was to see them thank you as they each went into their shelters, you hated that they were surprised by the small action. 

They deserved so much, and to have them offer you gratitude for something so basic made your blood boil. The longer you thought about it, the more irritated you became, and you shut your eyes to focus on that anger in hopes of decreasing it out of fear of having it affect your behavior around them. 

“General, what are you doing out here?” The rough voice of none other than the Commander of the Wolfpack makes you flinch harshly, and you nearly topple over from the rock you’re resting on when you quickly turn around and stare at him. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before the neutral expression he’s always aimed at you takes over once more. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Commander!” You grasp at your chest, and step back onto the large boulder, turning away from Wolffe when you realize the intensity behind his gaze will not decrease any time soon. 

“You didn’t sense me.” You think he means to ask rather than comment on your momentary relapse, but you remember who it is you’re speaking with and remind yourself that the Commander of the 104th was seldom unaware of his syntax. 

“I- I didn’t…I was- am, distracted.” You look into his eyes and blink embarrassingly at him when you see him scrutinizing your every word. 

“And you think it wise to stand out here alone when you’re…compromised.” You know he doesn’t intend to offend you, but his words slice through you like a blazing fire, reminding you once again that he was much more experienced than you were when it came to this context and that he was well-aware of that little detail. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” The more he questions you, the shorter your responses become and Wolffe steps towards you until you’re nearly breathing the same air as him. 

“All the more reason to get back inside, mesh’la.” The shiver running down your spine has nothing to do with the freezing conditions you find yourself in, and everything to do with the hoarse baritone of his voice. You’re not familiar with that term, and the question is forming on your lips, but before you can ask him what that word means, a lightning strike shoots through the skies and makes you flinch, hard. 

The blinding light shines across Wolffe’s features for a brief second, and you swear you see a glint of sheer possessiveness flash through them, but his handsome face hides behind the darkness of the night again. You’re visibly shaking now, and you try to tell him why you found yourself out here when he suddenly pulls away and steps back. You miss the heat his Force signature offered you as soon as he’s no longer within reach, and as you part your lips to kindly ask him to come back to you, he breaks the silence and places his helmet back on his head. 

“Get inside, General.” He’s strict, more so now than he is with the boys on the battlefield. 

It excites you to no end. 

“Is that an o-order, Commander?” You don’t mean for the question to sound so flirtatious, and Wolffe must see through your own thoughts, because he tilts his head to the side and shamelessly moves his head up and down your body, enough for you to know that he’s checking you out. 

“Not unless you want it to be.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, and you don’t dare look away from him as he walks from you and returns to his tent. You’re left questioning the interaction for perhaps too long, only snapping out of your haze as thunder rumbles across the sky and reminds you why you left the comfort of your shelter. You gaze across the campsite again, shutting your eyes to focus on every Force signature thrumming around you. When you’re satisfied with the calm slumber emitting from each of the tents, you take a deep breath and make your way towards the Commander’s tent at the front of the group. 

There’s a voice in the back of your mind reminding you of your place, begging you to think of Wolffe’s as well, but you can’t find it in yourself to care for either of your positions anymore. You’ve been dancing around each other for so long now, the snide and teasing comments falling back and forth between the two of you fueling your nightly dreams ever since you met him, until you could no longer go to sleep without the thought of him making you his. 

You weren’t sure if he was aware of how he came off during all of your interactions, but the last few minutes were all the proof you needed. He wanted you as well, and from the way his Force signature danced as he called you that strange word, he longed for you as desperately as you did him. 

Willing your heart to calm down, you fix your drenched clothes quickly before sliding through the opening in his tent, ceasing to breathe when you look down and see the blaster aimed at your skull. You hold your palms up and stare into Wolffe’s eyes, only breathing again when recognition flashes through his darkened gaze and forces him to lower down his weapon. 

“Never do that again.” He’s stern, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he really was about to shoot you.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” It’s a sad excuse of an apology, and it’s clear that you barely mean it because your eyes are immediately lowering down Wolffe’s form, studying him as if your familiarity went beyond that of a General and a Commander. 

“What are you doing here?” Wolffe practically growls the question, the aggressive hint of possessiveness returning once more and reminding you that you were intruding on him and his space. You try your best to look above his neckline, but you regret it as soon as you notice the way his Force signature begins to sing out to you, as if his mind was pleading for him to reach out and touch you. There’s so much you want to say, but you know that you have no right to use this moment of vulnerability against him. He was rarely afforded any privacy, and now that he had it, you were disrespecting it, the same way others do. 

Opting to stick with the truth, you allow your shoulders to sag as you shut your eyes and confess the rather embarrassing sentiment behind your intrusion. 

“I’m scared.” 

You think he’ll laugh at you, perhaps even remind you that you’re a Jedi General before kicking you out of his tent. But none of that comes, and when he takes too long to respond, you look up and meet his eyes, praying that he can somehow see the longing you have for him. 

“You’re cold.” Only when he says those words do you realize just how freezing you are, and you look down to see your body shivering violently as your hands fist around each other to try and warm up. You don’t know what to do, especially now that Wolffe didn’t bother to comment about the random bit of knowledge you just offered him, and before you can apologize and leave, Wolffe sits up and closes the last bit of space between the two of you. 

He says nothing as he cups your chin and raises your head so he can get a better look at you. This close, you can almost taste his skin on your lips, and as you try to search your mind for any coherent thought, Wolffe quiets you down with a whispered hush, resting his forehead against your own until your body recognizes his touch. When he feels you visibly relax against him, he reaches down and pushes off the robes around your body. You let him remove them with ease, not bothering to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches for your belt and unclips it from around your waist. He sets the belt with your weapon aside gently before moving onto the rest of your clothes. With each article of clothing he removes from your cold body, you feel a flicker of heat course through your muscles, and it’s not until he has you in nothing but your undergarments that you realize why you’re not freezing to death. 

Force. 

He didn’t just want you. 

He craved you. 

Perhaps more so than you yearned for him. 

“What do you want, mesh’la?” His question is confusing to your dazed mind, mostly because you were too busy committing the touch of his hands to memory. He trails his fingers across your arms and shoulders, rubbing his thumb against your pulse and smirking dangerously at you when he finds your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You lean into his hand immediately, finding it extremely difficult to think of any proper response when you can finally know what his touch felt like. 

You’ve dreamt of it for so long, and now that you could feel it, feel him, you couldn’t get enough. You wanted him. You wanted him so kriffing much. 

“You.” 

His smile only deepens at your response, and you swear you feel a dramatic spike in his Force signature then, but you don’t have any time to dwell on it because he slowly moves your hands to his chest so you can feel him beneath your palm as well. 

“What do you want from me?” Wolffe’s gaze is unwavering as ever, and you wish he didn’t have such a hold on you so you can tell him a fraction of the effect he had on you. 

“I- I want you to keep me warm. I want you to keep me in your arms…I want you to- to…” With each word you reveal to him, Wolffe’s chest rumbles with excitement, the sound nearing one you’re sure you would hear from a loth-wolf if you ever grew close to one. He knows that you’re biding time, and you hate that the tighter his grip grows around your skin, the harder it becomes for you to speak your mind. You trip over your words as his thumb makes a pass awfully near the corner of your lips, and before you can think twice of what you’re doing, you’re leaning into his palm and kissing the length of his finger, silently begging him to continue touching you.

“Tell me, my jetti’ika.” Wolffe whispers against your cheek when you remain quiet for too long, and you swear you can hear his thoughts storming around you when he grazes his nails across your damp skin and journeys his touch down your body until he reaches your lower back. Without warning, he squeezes your hips and slips one finger beneath the edge of your panties, reminding you of your nudity. 

“I- ahhh…maker.” You throw your head back and moan for him just as he leans down and nips at your jugular, chuckling to himself when you accidentally dig your nails into his chest as you try to hold onto him. 

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive.” The comment shouldn’t make you this crazed, nor should it force you to clench your thighs tightly so you can relieve the growing, uncomfortable pressure itching for release. But you fall into the sensation with ease, barely managing to whimper his name just as he teases you with his teeth again. 

“Wolffe.”

“You say my name so sweetly, cyar’ika.” He breathes against your neck, no longer caring for how forward he’s being as he roams his hands up and down your body to feel all of you at once. 

“Please.” You beg once more, praying to the Force that he can feel how much you want him to touch you and put you out of your misery by surrendering to his own needs. 

“Please what?” 

You should have known that he wouldn’t make this easy on you, but as he cups your cheek and shakes you in his arms to bring some bit of coherence back into your mind, you are reminded of the way this man seems to bring out the most lust-filled desires out of you with something as simple as a look. 

“Please keep me safe.” It’s the last thing on your mind now, but you’re not surprised that this is the only response your brain manages to muster up. It knew that you can feel safe with him, no matter what he was doing to you. It was fitting to request this of him. 

“Are you compromised, General?” Even though his question is harmless, you get the sense that he didn’t intend it this way. No, he knew well how dangerous such an inquiry could be, especially now that he had you naked and wanton. 

“M-more than you know.” You extend your neck up, chasing his lips so you can finally know what he tastes like. But he leans back away from you, the hand on your cheek descending down until it nestled perfectly across your skin. 

“And who’s fault is that?” He eyes you closely, studying every minute shift in your features to make sure that you’re comfortable with the way he’s familiarizing himself with your body. 

“I think you know.” You slide one hand down his muscular form, groaning deeply when you feel his muscles tense and unflex beneath the extremely tight blacks shielding him from your eyes. 

“I wonder what I can do about that,” you’re not really sure if he’s thinking out loud or purposely talking you into a frenzy, but you find it pleasant regardless, and you lean into his space even further as the hold around your neck grows tighter. 

“W-Wolffe.”

“Lay down, cyar’ika.” The Clone Commander lets go of you, moving around your shuddering form to shut the tent tightly before returning to your side again. 

“Is that an order, Commander?”

“Not unless you want it to be.” Unlike before, when he teasingly threw the remark and was completely sure of himself, you sense a hint of reluctance wash over him now, and you bite into your cheek as you slowly lay down and part your thighs to make room for him. Although you can barely see him, you gasp lightly when he swiftly removes the gloved shirt adorning his chest and discards it to the side. Your toes curl in anticipation, and when he crawls towards you, you suddenly feel like a prey waiting to be devoured by the hungry, loth-wolf who’s been straining to keep to himself for months. Wolffe settles in between your thighs, resting both of his hands on either side of your head to keep his weight off of you as he lowers himself down and slowly rolls his hips against your clothed cunt. 

“If I didn’t know better, sir…I’d say you are waiting for another order.” He chuckles when he hears you whimper beneath him. 

“Please Wolffe.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe from the storm.” He nudges your cheek with his nose, inhaling deeply and humming in approval when your scent fills his senses and reminds you of just how similar he is to the being he was named after. You try to kiss him again but a hand shoots to your neck and keeps you still underneath him, body barely managing to move now that you were perfectly sandwiched between his rigged form and the hard ground. 

“But I- I thought you…” You’re tripping over your words again, hands itching to reach for him and hold him as close to you as possible, but you’re not sure that would be the right move, especially now that a silent agreement passed between you and Wolffe, one that tipped the scales of control in his favor. 

“Make no mistake, my jett’ika…you may be safe from the storm, but I never said you’re safe from me.” 

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Valentine's Day loredump pt. 2

Theria and Närn

cw: graphic descriptions of violence

cw: survivor's guilt

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Before the battle of Haergard, Theria was from a certain viewpoint, a completely different person. She still was brutal, but she was also loved. She had her place in the world.

Werewolves and other shapeshifters, despite technically being humans, are often not really welcome in human settlements. In the far north, they live among themselves, but these places also aren't devoid of conflict. When their home villages become too small for too many strong personalities, some people have to leave and strike out on their own. Often they wander a bit before settling down. It wasn't different with Närn and Theria, except they've had a different idea.

They moved south, onto the continent and started working as mercenaries. First it was only the two of them, but after a few years they've had a little over forty people under their command, all of them shapeshifters.

Theria was a fairly social and observant person and a good problem solver. She acted as a second-in-command to Närn. It was almost like in a large wolfpack - for a lack of a better word, Närn and Theria were married, even before they've left the north.

The company was successfull, fulfilling a variety of contracts. They were disciplined, reliable and thanks to the infamous shapeshifter regeneration, they suffered next to no losses, even in an open battle.

Whether they've overshot by taking a contract not knowing what they will face, whether the plan of battle was doomed to fail, and maybe due to a problem of the sabotaged communication, Haergard was their last battle.

The mountain elves, who appeared on the battlefield in laughably small numbers had a very widespread intelligence and knew the exact position of the Covenant's troops. Apparently they've sent constructs with silver - plated weapons against them - the exact accounts are unclear. It suffices to say that until any reinforcements came, only four shapeshifters were still standing, among them Theria, still holding the banner among her corroding and screaming comrades.

She blacked out from her injuries shortly after the battle ended.

Närn was still alive, altough unable to move. He has been moved into the field hospital when she was unconscious, but she was confident that given enough time, he would make it. She was far from a medicine woman, but she's dressed enough shapeshifter wounds to be able to tell if a wound is going to close on its own. He was going to be fine, he just needed time. She even managed to speak with him.

He didn't make it.

She didn't try to run - at this point she didn't care whether she was going to live or die. Death for death, fair enough. She was promptly imprisoned and sentenced. Except, the sentence itself was delayed because no one wanted to deal with finding a method that would kill a shapeshifter during a full moon.

Theria was sure that Närn didn't die from his wounds, that someone had to help him. She was convinced she had proof that he died of poison - but she was met with indifference.

It happened quicker than anyone was able to react. She fulfilled her comrades initial funeral rites, has left the rest to one of the living survivors, found the medic who treated her husband and broke his neck.

She had a bit of luck in her misfortune. Erydan, the contact of Covenant's intelligence offered her a deal - a pardon for service. Initially she was indifferent, but finally he managed to pique her interest. The mission seemed difficult enough for her to die anyway, and in her mind it was always better to die fighting. She was supposed to join a small team of people meant to rescue someone - a prisoner, and apparently from under the Yrreth of Zvaerit's very nose. She wondered who was crazy enough to attempt something like this.

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Theria is functionally a widow in mourning, recovering from a trauma of losing a loved person. As such, for a first few years she is too hurt to seek any relationship, either romantic, or purely sexual. After that, when she recovers somewhat she sometimes has short flings, but nothing permanent. Should she seek another mate, she'd look among the shapeshifters like her.

She considers the romantic and sexual sphere to be an important part of life. She is pretty open about her sexual experiences (way too open for some people's taste), it's very hard (if even possible) to embarrass her and she considers following one's desires to be a natural and healthy course of action.

She clashes on this topic with Igna, who treats her own desires as wants, not needs, and thinks her reasons for indefinitely putting off starting a romantic relationship are important enough. Theria's jabs at Igna are in fact underlined with her own grief - she's seen people of insane physical resistance die next to her, and she's aware both humans and elves are much more fragile than shapeshifters. In her own mind, they should enjoy themselves while they're still both alive, because who knows how long that lasts. And maybe she's annoyed by their indecision. Just a little bit.

Some time after she warms up to the rest of the team Närn's topic stops being touchy for her and she's willing to talk about him, despite his loss still being a painful memory. It's only a part of the larger problem, as she didn't lose only him, but also her place in the world, the majority of her friends, and to add to that, the majority of faith that the shapeshifters ever will be treated with respect. Theria is an intense personality, she lives her emotions fully, both good and bad ones. If the bitterness and restlessness sometimes makes the better of her she isolates, sometimes not eating for days on end.

The broken pendant she wears belonged to Närn and was gifted to him by her - the sheer streght of one of the blows he's taken has broken it in two. She had taken it after his death, fitted it on a loose collar and intends to wear it until death comes for her, too.

#loredump #Isaldi #Theria The Cold Paw #I have less to say about Närn because he doesn't appear personally #Only through Theria's recollection of him #She is haunted by all of the dead she buried #She knows she has to live for their sake but sometimes she doesn't want to #thankfully she finds a new family and that gives her a bit of a feeling of purpose

[sherunsfaster]

i've been thinking about making leah's main verse spn based and how to change her backstory to fit the spn narrative but like what if she's somehow ripped out of her universe and into that of spn?

but i also do like the feels of wolfpack/human quileute tribe members reacting to her taking on full blown monster hunting

#╰––– » 「 ☾ 」 𝗼𝘂𝘁. ┊ alexa play my own worst enemy

[vivacissimx]

Hello! How do you think Jon would react when he is told the truth about his parentage? Who do you think will tell him? And how do you think his feelings regarding Ned would change? Have a lovely day!

I think it's a foregone conclusion at this point that Jon is going to learn about his parentage at some point, there are a lot of theories regarding the specifics but personally I'd be very surprised if he learned it from anyone other than Howland Reed.

Couple reasons however I think it's fair & important to note that Jon always had a father. Ned Stark raised him & while Jon's evolving feelings on him/Northern politics in general diverge from the complete admiration he once had for Ned, it's not a rejection of Eddard Stark the Father. Jon's growing empathy for other peoples (whether across class or regional lines within the Night's Watch itself to the wildlings to women) includes an empathy for Ned--this allows him to take the best of what Ned taught him and yet make decisions that Ned would not have made. He's understanding of the difficult positions his dad has been in and perhaps even the sacrifices made. When he doesn't go South to join Robb, when he rejects Stannis' offer, it's a symbolic break from Starkhood although the love for his family remains.

No, Jon's never lacked a father. He's always wanted a mother.

This is where Howland Reed ties in, he's just so connected to Jon's origin story--not only present but involved in Lyanna's moment as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, present at the Tower of Joy when Lyanna makes Ned promise to care for Jon (presumably). Howland told stories of Lyanna & Harrenhal to his children who tell them to Bran. Howland, interestingly, spent a whole season with the green men on the Isle of Faces in the God's Eye by Harrenhal, which is a winky nudgey type of thing because the mythos of that region is rich in Old Gods/Stark/Targaryen connections. Ex. Rhaegar & Lyanna ofc, Daemon Targaryen's 13 slashes in the Harrenhal weirwood that bleed in spring, Addam Velaryon's supposed audience with the green men before sacrificing himself for Rhaenyra's cause, Rhaena Targaryen the ghost of Harrenhal➡Arya Stark the ghost of Harrenhal, Nymeria's wolfpack in the area, proximity to the Trident & the Inn of the Kneeling Man where Torrhen supposedly bent the knee to Aegon the Conqueror, Dark Sister the sword being lost beneath the water for a generation (Dark Sister in the current timeline likely being lost beyond the Wall).

Howland is also the one of the guys Robb sent a letter to legitimizing Jon & naming him the heir. Yes I know Jon rejected being named a Stark at Stannis' hands but Robb is very different to Stannis. Howland's children are lost beyond the Wall. GRRM has said we're getting Howland at some point. I believe it's for the purpose of telling Jon about R+L=J.

I'd predict that knowing about Lyanna is what will really affect Jon, given that a) he's been shown to admire women who remind him of Arya & Arya/Lyanna parallels are weaved throughout the books, b) that she did genuinely love him, she didn't abandon him, and c) Ned Stark loved him as a son by choice rather than simply being a stain on his honor.

Jon reacts to many a thing with frustration, by internalizing his feelings and being stubborn but he feels & loves deeply. Empathy and affection motivate him. Hearing some variation of this:

"I was with her when she died," Ned reminded the king. "She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father." He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister's eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it.

[AGOT, Eddard I]

How can this not hurt!! It has to. It would rip me apart! It also heals though. Jon isn't the petulant teenager he started the series as, he's harder and he's made sacrifices too. ADWD Jon willing to throw any honor he might have had to the wind, to remain a bastard, to break his vows, for the sake of what he loves & considers bigger than himself. How do you think Jon will feel to learn that the people who made him who he is were faced with similar impossible circumstances, that they paid the highest prices & the only way to mourn/celebrate their lives is to rejoice in the fact that he, himself, is still alive??? It's torture but it's also so beautiful because it's something he's always wanted. Never thought he would get.

It's a personal revelation, is what I'm getting at, a bittersweetness. I believe there's a relief in knowing. Freedom in understanding. I do see moments of resentment creeping in (Jon is a human being bro) but ultimately he will make peace with this & that it will help him to accept love more easily from others (something he has difficulty doing).

About Ned... this is kind of another question, there is a grappling to be had if he links up with Daenerys about the Rhaegar/Ned picture. They're coming from opposite ends of the bridge on this one. Here is where I think the classic coming of age trope of 'realizing your parents/idols are people too' will happen. Ultimately this duo has to succeed where their predecessors failed, right? Doing that means leaving behind a lot of baggage, no matter how justified your personal attachment to them is

I want Jon to be able to say "I made the best decisions I could. Nobody else did it for me. Thank you to everyone who influenced me & taught me something, I hold you close to my heart and I've got it from here." That's ideally the place Jon learning about his parents brings him closer to, for me as a Jon Snow Enjoyer.

& if you want more I humbly offer the fic I wrote about this very identity reveal 🥰

#text #asks #jon snow #asoiaf #ned stark #lyanna stark #howland reed #rhaegar targaryen #daenerys targaryen #valyrianscrolls

[natjennie]

I just rewatched wwdits 2014 with my sister and noticed that a. deacon says "holy shit" which like. love the contradictions of them being able to say religious words when it's funny. and b. my sister also didn't predict that stu would be turned but it feels like every react I watch guesses that? idk maybe I'm just stupid but I like. forgot that werewolves can turn people too. which, speaking of, c. I need to know everything about the te aro pack right now I'm not kidding. anton refers directly to declan and one of the nathans and we have shots of them all together but please. who is who. I need to put a name to a face for all 7 of them. I love my frat bro wolfpack :)

#wwdits 2014